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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Please Don't

Summary: Hotch and Y/N have been pining for each other but everything changes after they go undercover for a case.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence, angst

Word Count: 2289

a/n: Thank you for this request!! I love a good Hotch moment. I hope you like it!

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"Alright ladies! Here's the first round." Emily smiled as she set the four glasses down in front of you all.

Girl's night had just started. It being Penelope's turn to pick the nights events meant you, Emily, and JJ were in for a long night of bar hopping.

"Yes!!!" Penelope nearly screamed, grabbing her drink and taking a large gulp. "First question of the night goes to Y/N."

Your eyes widened as everyone turned to look at you. Whatever game Penelope was trying to play was clearly not going to go well for you.

"Oh, God. What is it?" You grimaced, eyes flitting between the three of them.

"When are you going to do something about your crush on Hotch?" Emily wasted no time in getting into the hard hitting questions.

"And don't even bother denying it! It's so painfully obvious." JJ added on, eyeing you skeptically.

"First of all, rude. Second of all, fine. I have a hopeless crush on our boss. Are you happy now?" You playfully glared, knowing there was no use in even trying to pretend.

"So? When are you going to do something about it?" Penelope was giddy, always one to celebrate new relationships.

"Uh, never." You deadpanned.

"Why not?" She whined in response.

"Pen, he's my boss for one. Plus it's highly unlikely he feels the same. I mean, how would I even bring that up?" You shook your head, trying to avoid the conversation.

"Y/N, Hotch is totally into you-" Emily's rant was cut off by the sounds of all of your phones buzzing.

You all shared a glance before confirming your suspicions.

"Another girl's night cut short." You shook your head. "Who needs a ride?"

The four of you quickly made your way out of the bar before piling into your car and heading to the Bureau.

"Damn ladies, looking good." Derek greeted you when you piled into the elevator together.

You hadn't thought about changing before coming in. None of you were wearing anything wildly inappropriate. Your outfit was just a bit more form fitting than a typical day in the field required.

"Thanks Derek." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the elevator and immediately heading for the conference room.

Aaron's eyes were on you almost instantly. He always looked for you first when a new case came in.

"You ever gonna tell her?" Rossi asked from next to him.

"I have no idea what your talking about." Hotch kept his face neutral despite knowing there was no real point in denying it to Dave.

"I see the way you look at her. You know, I see the way she looks at you too. you deserve to be happy, Aaron." He replied easily, a smirk on his face as he took a seat in the conference room.

Hotch merely shook his head, trying to supress the smile forming at the idea of you returning his feelings.

He quickly moved on to debrief the team ultimately telling everyone to meet at the jet.

Three days later, another couple was dead, and you were no closer to catching the guy.

"Wait, there's a new pattern." Reid jumped up, pointing out the abduction sites on the map. "He's moving south, alternating between 11th and 14th Street. Each abduction happened at a different club on those streets. If he follows pattern the next abduction will be tonight at Cameo." He pointed out the next club on the map.

"So we'll stakeout the club, stop him before he gets another couple." Morgan suggested.

"We can't risk a takedown inside the club." Hotch ran a hand over his face.

"What if two of us go undercover? Pretend to be a couple and then we can stop him when he tries to abduct us." You suggested a new plan.

"That could work." Dave added on, sending you a nod. "You and Hotch fit his victimology."

"What d'ya say, Hotch?" Your heart was beating rapidly, but you refused to let it show. "Wanna go on a date?" You playfully nudged his side.

"It's our best plan." He nodded resolutely. "Go with Emily to get something to wear."

You smiled at him before turning to see a mischievous look on Emily's face. She whispered in your ear as you walked out of the room.

"Get ready. Hotch won't be able to keep his eyes off you tonight."

"Are you sure I should wear this?" You pulled the dress down a bit, trying to cover more of your thighs.

"Yes. You look amazing, and this is definitely going to catch the eye of our unsub." JJ complimented as she added a few finishing touches to your hair.

"It's just now dawning on me why we don't do undercover work." You flinched away from Emily as she attempted to add a third layer of mascara.

"Oh, hush. This was your idea. Everything will be fine. Better than fine if you're lucky." She winked, capping the mascara and throwing it back into your makeup bag.

"Em, this is work. I'm absolutely not making a move on Hotch while trying to lure an unsub to abduct us." You deadpanned.

"I'm not saying make a move! This is your opportunity to flirt a little and see how he responds." She shrugged casually.

You were about to provide another rebuttal when a knock sounded on the door to the bathroom.

"Y/N, you almost ready?" Derek called from the other side of the door.

"Coming out now!" You nearly ran out before Emily or JJ could try to convince you to flirt with Hotch again.

"Damn, L/N." Derek smiled when you exited the bathroom. "Looking good. You know who else might think so?"

"Can it, Derek. I'm in no mood." You swiftly walked past him. You could hear Hotch arguing with Rossi about something as you walked up to the conference room door.

"Dave, cool it will you?" Hotch rolled his eyes, not noticing you yet.

"I'm just saying Aaron-" He tried again.

"Well, don't." Hotch's playfulness rarely came out on cases, but you could see a glimpse of it in the way he bantered with Dave.

"Ready to go?" You asked from the doorway, putting your comm's device in your ear. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at the way Aaron looked at you.

"Ready." He gave you a tight smile, diverting his eyes from your tight dress.

"We'll be right outside. All the exits covered." Dave reminded the two of you, nodding as you walked out the door.

"Here you go, one vodka cranberry." He winked when he passed the glass over, a subtle reminder about the lack of alcohol coursing through you.

"Thanks." You shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. You'd been by the bar for about an hour, and nobody suspicious had caught your eye.

"Do you want to dance?" You surprised yourself by asking the question, watching as Hotch's eyes widened slightly. "I just, the other couples? Didn't witnesses say they were dancing?" You whispered the last part, obviously trying to limit anyone overhearing your conversation.

"Right. Of course." He looked nervous, but you chalked it up to not doing undercover often.

You lead him to the middle of the dance floor, trying to find the best view of the doors. It took a few minutes of awkward swaying, but the two of you found your rhythm.

"Behind you, there's a man watching us." Hotch whispered in your ear sending a shiver through your spine.

You nodded slightly in response before turning around. You pressed your back to his chest to cover the movement, eyes flitting around the room to observe anyone suspicious.

It didn't take long for you to spot the man Hotch was talking about. You moved your arms up around his neck, pulling his head closer to you so you could whisper to him.

"Got him. How do we get him outside?" You suppressed the urge to grind your hips against Hotch's. It was hard enough to deal with the feeling of his hands on your hips.

He spun you around, pressing your chests close together. Again, he moved his mouth close to your ear to whisper, "we just need to give him a show."

He pressed his lips to yours lightly, waiting for your response. You kissed him back with passion, relishing in the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

Your breath caught in your throat when he pressed a series of light kisses to your neck. You involuntarily tilted your head to the side, giving him more room to work.

"I think we've got his attention. Let's head out the back door." Hotch grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him toward the back of the club.

The cool night air sent a chill through your body, but you didn't have long before the man burst through the door behind you.

Hotch easily overpowered him, knocking the gun from his hands. He pulled handcuffs from his pocket, quickly securing his hands behind his back.

"Morgan, we got him out back." You spoke into your comms, turning slightly when movement in the shadows caught your eye.

"Y/N, get down!" Hotch jumped in front of you just as you heard a gun being fired. He fell into you, slumping against your body. Everything happened so quickly.

"FBI, drop your weapon!" Morgan yelled, running closer to the man in the shadows.

He quickly handcuffed the partner, leading him to a waiting officer while Emily collected the other unsub.

"Aaron?" You looked at him in your arms noticing the blood soaking through his light blue shirt. "I need a medic!" You called down the alley, watching in terror as two medics removed Aaron from your arms.

You were frozen in place as they put him on a gurney and pushed him into a waiting ambulance.

It wasn't until the ambulance was completely out of sight that you realized Reid was talking to you.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He gestured to the blood on your dress and hands.

You nodded silently, pointing to where the ambulance just was.

"Let's get you to the hospital okay?" He spoke softly, not wanting to add to your distress. He grabbed a shock blanket from a paramedic before leading you to an SUV. Derek and Emily sat in the front, ready to drive as soon as you got in.

You don't remember the ride to the hospital. You don't remember JJ helping you wash the blood from your hands. You don't remember a nurse updating you on Hotch's surgery. You don't remember anything except the look in Aaron's eyes as he bled out in your arms.

"Aaron Hotchner?" The doctor called out into the waiting room. All six of you stood up, eyes fixed on the woman in scrubs. "His surgery was successful. I can take one of you to see him."

The whole team gestured to you, knowing how you felt and how much you needed to see that he was okay.

"Follow me." The doctor lead you down the winding hallways to a recovery room where Aaron was asleep. "He's still under anesthesia for now. It should wear off in a few hours."

You nodded as she left, still unable to form any words as you took in his pale appearance.

"Aaron." You whispered his name, eyes brimming with tears. You pulled the chair as close as you could next to his bed, both hands wrapped around one of his.

You must've fallen asleep because before you knew it, the hand in your grasp was squeezing you back.

"Aaron?" You lifted your head from the side of his bed, eyes focusing on his. "Oh, thank God." You felt the tears brimming again.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay." He murmured softly, moving his free hand to wipe your tears.

"No. You're an idiot who jumped in front of a bullet for me." You whispered back, voice breaking.

"I'd do it again." He took no time to craft his response, only causing more tears to fall down your cheeks.

"Aaron-"

"Y/N, I don't have anyone else in my life quite like you. I haven't in a long time." His eyes never left yours as he spoke. "You make me feel like I could be happy again. Like Jack could have two people to provide him unconditional love everyday in his life again. Like maybe, just maybe, I could love someone again. I would jump in front of countless bullets for you because I can't imagine my life without you in it."

"Please don't." You whispered, eyes still watery.

"What?" Hotch could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you not returning his affection.

"Please don't jump in front of anymore bullets for me. I don't think I could survive this feeling again." You took a deep, shuddering breath. "Watching them wheel you away on that gurney... it felt like my heart was being cut open. Aaron, there's not a day that goes by where you don't make me smile. Even if it's just the thought of you. I can't imagine my life without you either."

He continued to wipe tears from your face as you spoke.

"Would now be a good time to ask you out to dinner?" He smiled when you laughed.

"I think now is a great time for that." You smiled, leaning your head into his hand.

"Perfect. So, will you get dinner with me?" He nearly whispered.

"I'd love to." You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before setting back against your chair.

It didn't take long for him to fall back asleep. This time, when you leaned your head against his leg, your heart felt full.

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"...So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 2*

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Man we just skipped the happy fun times here and went straight into the fire, didn't we? Zero to hundred REAL quick.

What can I say guys, writing is therapy. And I have a lot of demons.

Eventually we'll get some fluff....eventually. Maybe.

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Rafael went to his car and began to think. He had to trust you would listen to what you said, if you loved him like he loved you, you would. But the thought that terrified him more than losing you right now was that William Lewis was back, and on the loose. He dialed Liv’s number as he sped back towards New York City.

“Liv,” He said very seriously as soon as she answered. “He’s back. Lewis is back,”

Meanwhile

You started to pull yourself together when you heard a small noise from the corner of the room. You saw Maggie standing there with her mouth open.

“Oh baby--” You stood up and walked over to her.

“Why was he saying that, mom?” She had lost her sassy demeanor, and was now just a scared little girl.

“I…” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t know, baby girl,”

“I bet it’s because he’s jealous,” She scoffed, now resuming her angry flippant self. “He’s jealous dad is a better dude than him. I don’t know why--”

“We are not getting into this again, Margaret,” You used her full name, letting her know you meant business.

“You don’t…” Maggie paused. “You don’t believe him, do you mom?”

“What?” You blinked, trying to decide whether or not to answer honestly. Her big doe eyes looked at you, begging you to confirm that her dad was the man she thought he was.

“...No, of course not sweetie,” You shook your head and pulled her into a huge hug.

But you weren’t entirely sure at all.

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The Next Day In The SVU Office

Rafael and the squad had been working all night since he had made the call to Olivia. The squad room was now full of a corkboard full of all of William’s aliases, past transgressions, etc. Except now your name along with Maggie and Kylie’s names were added on a side stem, with ��Billy Loomis?” written above it.

“So, you’re sure this chick hasn’t been helping William this whole time? Helping him hideout?” Fin asked Barba.

“What?” Rafael gasped. “No, not at all. No way,” He shook his head violently. “She didn’t even know who he was,”

“....Mmmhmm,” Fin gave the others a look.

“Look Fin I didn’t come here to here you insult my girlfriend--”

“Your girlfriend?” Nick asked. “Didn’t you say she kicked you out?”

“I don’t care, when she realizes--”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Olivia chimed in. “What if she does try to help him now?”

“Olivia!” He looked at her in betrayal. “Come on, you don’t think--”

“You said that he already convinced her to kick you out by just a few words on the phone,” Olivia pointed out. “Now that he knows you two are involved he is gonna try like hell to drive that wedge further and further,”

“But he won’t be able to if she finds out who he is,” Rafael rebutted.

“But if she won’t look, she won’t know,” Olivia stood her ground.

“She’ll look,” Rafael reiterated. “I know she will,”

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Back at your house

It was late at night, the girls were asleep and you were on your phone in your bed with a bottle of wine. You had brought a glass to bed with you, but you were drinking straight out of the bottle.

What Rafael said yesterday was eating at you. But what was eating at you more was the fact that you were starting to believe him over the man you had shared your life with for almost a decade, a man who you had two children with.

You looked at your phone which had your text thread with Rafael pulled up on it. You went through all the texts you had ever sent. The late night conversations, the little texts in the middle of the day just to say he missed you. He was so good to you, he always had been. He would never lie to you...would he?

You closed the text thread and opened up GOOGLE. You looked to the sky and asked God to forgive you for betraying the father of your children like this; but it had to be done. You typed in the name “WILLIAM LEWIS” and hit “SEARCH”.

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At Rafael’s Home

Rafael was staring at the text thread between you from his own phone, rubbing the screen with his thumb. He wanted so badly to call you, but he knew he needed to trust you to do this on your own. Plus, he was sure you wouldn’t answer if he called anyway. While he was staring longingly at his phone, it lit up:

UNKNOWN NUMBER CALLING

He had a pit of dread forming in his stomach, but he answered the phone anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello there, counselor,”

“How did you get this number?”

“My lovely wife gave it to me, obviously,”

“You’re lying,”

“Am I?”

“Yes, she wouldn’t do that,”

“Oh really?” He chuckled darkly. “You really think she cares about you that much?”

“I know she does,”

“Well, you know that’s really unfortunate for you, because you won’t see her or my kids again,”

“Why are you doing this?” Rafael asked. “Why do you even have a family? What are you going to do with them?!”

“What?” He laughed. “Nothing, counselor. I assure you,”

“Bullshit,”

“No actually, it’s not,” William explained. “Y’know after I had my little...adventure, in New York. I went off the grid. Wanted to live a normal life for a little while. And then I met Y/N,”

“Uh huh..” Rafael listened impatiently.

“And then I fell in love with her, and we had two beautiful girls. And I love those girls more than anything in this world, Barba,” He explained.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Rafael spit. “You don’t know how to love,”

“Believe it or not I do,” William smirked. “I just...don’t show it in a normal way,”

“Right,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“Hey, look,” William defended. “I was in love with Y/N for a while, I really was. And then--”

“Then what?”

“Then, she got a little naggy,” William shrugged. “She got on my nerves, and I got that itch again,”

“That itch?”

“Y’know, that...itch,”

“You wanted to kill her,”

“I did,” William admitted. “But I figured killing mommy wouldn’t be something I could get past the kiddos, so I scratched that itch in other places,”

“She did say you travelled a lot…’for work’,” Rafael recalled a conversation he had about him before with you one time, in passing. If only he knew what he knew now.

“Yeah,” William chuckled to himself.

His ‘work’ was quite extensive. And it was exhausting trying to lead a double life, but he was being honest when he said he loved his girls. He really did. He loved them more than anything or anyone he had before, maybe ever. He’d never let anyone hurt them...or turn them against him.

“Anyhow,” He continued. “Y’know I may not be in love with Y/N anymore, but you know what I hate?”

“What?”

“People touching my things,” Lewis growled.

“She is not a THING, Lewis. She’s not even yours anymore,” Rafael yelled.

“See I know you’ve never been married Barba, so maybe you don’t understand this,” Lewis lowered his voice to an eerily calm manner. “But when you marry someone, in front of God and everyone you love, it creates a bond. An everlasting bond,”

“Oh give me a break--”

“And that bond, cannot be broken. ‘Till death do us part,”

“...Are you threatening her?” Rafael was vibrating with rage.

“No, of course not counselor,” William replied innocently. “However, if you were to help her break those vows….I might be forced to,”

“Excuse me?”

“Until death do us part, Barba,” William repeated. “That means either she stays faithful to me, or I’ll have to kill her,”

“Don’t you DARE touch her Lewis, do you hear me?!” Rafael’s blood was boiling.

“Well I won’t have to, as long as you leave her be,” William replied calmly.

“....You won’t get away with this,” Rafael growled.

“Oh I think I will,” William smirked. “Because if you send anyone after me, she will die,”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Rafael growled. “You just said your kids would--”

“So maybe mommy gets in a car wreck on the way home, or God forbid robbed in a parking lot!” Lewis taunted Rafael with an evil laugh.

“You’re the fucking devil, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I know I’m a man who gets what he wants,” Lewis chuckled. “I’ll let you go Barba, I know you’re a busy man. And remember, I’ll be watching!”

And with that he hung up on Rafael.

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Almost immediately after hanging up with Lewis, Rafael’s phone lit up again.

Y/N CALLING

“Holy shit…” He blinked in disbelief at the phone. How did you know?

“...Y/N?”

“Rafa,” You tried to keep yourself from crying, you couldn’t wake up the girls. “Rafa I...I saw William Lewis,”

“Oh god,” Rafael put a hand over his head. “Baby, I am so, so--”

“No, I’m sorry,” You cut him off. “I should have listened to you, I should have googled him, not kicked you out,”

“You didn’t know…”

“No but you did, and I should have trusted you. That’s what you do when you--” You paused, never having had said it out loud before.

“....When you what?” He waited with bated breath.

“When you love someone,” You bit your lip, hoping it wasn’t too late to say.

“I knew it,” He smiled to himself. “I knew you loved me. I knew he was full of shit,”

“What do you mean he?” Your eyes quirked.

“Shit,” Rafael realized he misspoke. “Um, well--”

“He called you, didn’t he?” You asked.

“...He said you gave him my number,” Rafael confessed.

“I didn’t, I swear to God Rafa I didn’t,” Tears stung your eyes. “I-I don’t know how he--”

“It’s fine, carino,” He assured you. “He has his ways, I know that,”

“Okay…” You said softly, not really sure he believed you. Damn Billy. Damn him to hell.

“Speaking of ‘his ways’--,” Rafael added with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat.

Oh God. What was he going to say?

“He...we…” Rafael tried to get the words out, he really didn’t want to say them out loud.

“He what, Rafael?” You pressed him.

“He said that I can’t see you again,” He closed his eyes as the words fell out of his mouth.

“What?” You nearly dropped the wine bottle all over your sheets.

“I can’t--” He started to repeat himself.

“No,” You cut him off. “No that is not--” There was no way in hell Billy was going to keep you from Rafael, not now.

“He said he would kill you, Y/N,” Rafael said very pensively.

“Well why hasn’t he done it already?!” You raised your voice, quickly looking to the door to make sure the girls hadn’t heard you. They hadn’t.

“He said your kids wouldn’t forgive him, and he really does love them,” He relayed what Lewis had told him.

“Ugh,” You gagged. “I can’t believe that son of a--”

“Y/N I believe him,” Rafael interjected.

“About what?”

“All of it,” He sighed. “I...I think he really does love your daughters,”

“...Really?”

“Yeah, he said that’s why he left. He wanted to scratch his...itch, somewhere else,”

“Oh my god…” You wanted to vomit thinking about all the “business trips” Billy used to take. If you only knew what kind of “business” he was in.

“...And I also think he’ll be good on his word of having you killed,”

“Having me killed?” You snorted. “By who?”

“Guys like him, they know plenty of...dark people,” He rubbed his eyes, he was getting a headache from all of this worrying. “He probably has people watching your house right now,”

“No, there’s no--” You looked out your window and down the street. Nothing looked out of place, but now you were paranoid. “...There’s no way, I would notice. I’m pretty sure,”

“Look we may be worried about nothing,” The idea just occurred to Rafael’s mind.

“Nothing? Really?” You laughed sarcastically.

“Well look, if Lewis thinks that you believed him over me, just...just keep him thinking that,” He hated the idea of you pretending to still...like, Lewis but he needed you safe.

“You want me to just go about my life like I don’t know my ex-husband is a psychopath?!” You hissed, really attempting to keep your voice down. The girls definitely could not hear any of this. Ever.

“Just for now,” Rafael assured you.

“Do you really think he’ll think I chose to believe him over you?” You twirled your hair nervously.

“Well, I mean you didn’t--” He paused. “You’ve never mentioned me before, maybe he’ll just think we were a...a fling or something,”

“I was introducing you to my kids!” You cried. “I think that’s a little more than a fling,”

“Okay fair point,” Rafael shook his head. “But, it would make perfect sense that you would just believe him at his word that I was the bad guy, right? He’s the father of your children, I’m just some guy you were having sex with for a few months,”

“No you aren’t,” You bit back tears hearing him drag your relationship like that. “You know you’re more than that,”

“I mean for the sake of the lie, amor,” He said with a somewhat endearing tone. He liked the fact that you made sure he knew that was a bunch of shit.

“I guess,” You shrugged, still not liking the idea of having to shit on what you and Rafael had. Even if it was just acting. But you had to, for your life. And for your children’s lives.

“Rafael, what if he suspects something? What if he kidnaps the girls?” Your mind was racing with worst case scenarios.

“Y/N I’m telling you, if you just play it cool, he’ll never think anything else about this,” Rafael tried to comfort you through the phone, but he knew it was somewhat fruitless without him being able to touch and hold you.

“....And I’m just supposed to live like this?” You felt tears in your voice. “Just...just never see you again? After I just told you I--”

“Just for now, mi vida,” He tried not to to start crying himself. He had to be the strong one here. “Just until I can-- figure something else out,”

“...I just want you here,” You whimpered.

Your whimpers pierced his heart like a million knives. All he wanted in that moment was to be next to you, holding you while you cried. Protecting you with his life. But he knew in reality, this was how he had to protect you. And your girls.

“I know…” He nodded his head, a few tears dropping down his face. “I just want to be there,”

“...I-I need to go, it’s late. The girls will be getting up for school soon,” You wiped tears from your own face, putting the wine bottle back in your side table.

“Alright, mi amor,” He said softly, not really wanting to hang up. He didn’t know when the next time he’d be able to hear your voice was going to be, and he wanted every second he had left with you.

“Don’t…” He bit back the sobs in his tone. “Don’t call me, or text me. Wait for me to contact you, okay?”

“What?” Your voice went up a register higher. Now you didn’t want to hang up with him, if he was going to ghost you like this. “No, Raf please, we haven’t--”

“I know,” He rubbed his eyes. “I know we’ve never not talked for even a day, I know. And it’s going to kill me, just know that. You’re my best friend, Y/N,”

“Really?” You blinked in surprise. “Even over Olivia?”

“...Don’t tell her,” He cry-laughed. He knew that would be the last time he laughed for a while.

“You’re my best friend too, Rafael,” You were really crying now. “Ever since I met you, you’ve made my life better. And now I’ve gone and fucked it--"

“Hey,” He stopped you with a stern tone. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong here, you understand me? That’s-- that’s not why I’m cutting you off, okay? I’m not punishing you, please know that,”

“...I know,” You replied in a soft voice, almost like a little girl scared of the dark.

“Okay, good,” He breathed in relief. He couldn’t live with himself if you blamed yourself for this mess.

“I promise-- I swear to you, as soon as I think it’s safe I will come straight to you,” He promised. “The very second,”

“Okay,” You nodded in a more controlled, mature tone. You had to be strong now, you didn’t want him to think you were a blubbering idiot without him. You had survived three long years on your own, you could do it again. You hoped.

“I love you, Y/N,” Rafael repeated it for the third time that day. You wished you could record it and play it over and over again, falling asleep to it.

“I love you too Rafael,” You sniffled.

“...Talk soon,” He said softly, then hung up before he could change his mind about the whole thing.

You both cried yourself to sleep that night.

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saidrolav · 3 years

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Drunk Aurora

Single dad!Sam Wilson x gn!reader

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend dumped you, and you decide to get drunk in a pub but you bump into a handsome man.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of vomit, a small part of angst, mostly fluff.

a/n: I've been heavily inspired by the marvelous @barnesnroses and their fic "Invisible string" go check out their works cuz it makes my heart warm. 🥰 (I know you said i didn't had to credit you but i did it ANYWAY BECAUSE PEOPLE NEED TO SEE WHATCHU WROTE CUZ ITS WOW 🙌)

not my gif!

You knew it. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later and it didn't fail. It happened. Your boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend had left you, and you had felt it, your relationship was close to an end. But even through you knew it was gonna end, you didn't said anything, and even through you knew, it still hurted bad deep down in your heart. He left your appartement the morning. All day you sat on your couch watching him coming in and out of your place, his arms full of boxes, in silence. The only thing you managed to say when he told you it was over was an 'okay.' and since then you've been silent. You didn't even cried. You weren't shocked. You were just thinking, well, what am i going to do now ? All by myself. A part of you was screaming 'You don't need him, you're strong!' and the other part was crying their heart out. The thing that the two parts of you agreed on was, drinking. Drinking.. a lot. So that's what you did.

You entered the nearest pub that was quite crowded and approached the fastest you could the bar. You ordered the first alcohol on the list (which was the strongest), and waited patiently for your drink.

You looked around you and saw a couple of people playing cards and others laughing until they were out of breath, it made you smile slightly and when your eyes came back to the bar, your drink was in front of you. It took you no time to think that you were already drinking it in one shot, the alcohol burning your throat and your cheeks at the same time. You asked for another drink, and another one, and another one.. At your.. You didn't remembered how much drinks you had but you were quite drunk, you decided you should probably go home, and when you got out of the pub, you saw that the moon were already up high in the dark sky.

You stared at it for a couple minutes but when you tried to walk, you saw that your legs weren't following the pace and you almost fell, you putted your arm against the nearest wall and tried to find back your balance, looking at the ground. You really wanted to throw up right here in the middle of the street because the alcohol was burning your stomach and it made you feel sick, you bended your legs and catched your breath. You took a big breath and looked back at the street, okay fine, you were good, not going to throw up on the middle of the steet, you still had some dignity. Yes you were drunk in the middle of the night, outside, but at least you weren't going to vomit.

You standed up and it was with wide eyes filled with terror that you realized that you haven't putted your arm against a wall. You were too drunk to realize but you were holding a piece of t-shirt that were belonging to a chest of a man. A pretty handsome man to say at least. He haven't said a word, didn't make a move, didn't do anything until you were feeling better, his chocolate brown eyes were looking at you with concern and waited any sign to prove that you were okay.

"OH MY GOD !" You screamed and it made him jump a little, that's when he realized you were probably drunk, with the scream and the fact that you haven't realized you had grabbed him with his shirt. "Since when you've b-been here ?" You frowned and it made him laugh.

"I guess since i'm stuck with you ?" He smiled and pointed with his index where you were still holding him.

"I'm SO sorry... I mean i'm sorry for you for being stuck with such an handsome person." You winked miserably and he laughed even more at your attempt to flirt with him when you couldn't even walk.

"That's okay, pumpkin, i'm going to take you home just lead me okay ?" He smiled kindly and before you could answer he took you in his arms and lifted you so your legs weren't touching the ground anymore, you let out a little scream which made him chuckle. Damn that guy was strong has hell! He moved you like you were a feather and it made you feel like all sorts of butterflies were erupting in your stomach. He carried you, princess style and waited quietly for your instructions. And he waited quite some time, he had been more than patient with you but suddenly he heard soft snores coming from you and he smiled, he thought you were adorable. He didn't know if he was happy because he could take you to his home or unhappy because you would think he was some sort of freak taking random people in his house.

He finally took control of the situation and bringed you to his appartment, he wasn't going to leave you here anyway, so he thought it was the best choice.

The both of you arrived to his appartment, he tried to make no noises so he wouldn't woke up his son. He putted you on his couch and took off your shoes, putted those next to you and laid a blanket on your sleeping body. He waited a couple minutes and assured himself that you were in deep sleep and went in his bedroom so he could sleep too.

"Dad, DAD !" He jumped out of his bed only to be met with his son, Aiden, and he took him in his arms with a huge smile on his face, Sam had slept at least a good 7 hours.

"What's going on buddy ?" He ruffled his hair while taking him in the kitchen to make the breakfast for the three of you.

"Dad, there's a princess on the couch..." Sam frowned a bit and took a look on the couch and saw you, still asleep which made him smile, he putted his son back on the ground.

"Yeah that's Sleeping beauty, don't wake them up or they'll eat you alive !" He whisper-shouted at his son and at the end of his sentence he added some tickles under Aiden's arms which made him laugh loudly while running away.

Sam took a pan to make some eggs with bacon and putted on some cartoons and Aiden watched these in silence. The only sounds that we were able to hear were the TV and your soft snores that were coming from the couch.

Sam finished his scrambled eggs and bacon and seperated them in three plates, he putted one in front of you on the table of his living room, and one in front of his son who ate it with enthusiasm. He sat down on the seat next to you and ate his own plate while watching the cartoons with Aiden.

He served three big glasses of orange juice and he got worried when he saw that you were still asleep and it was almost 11am, your food was going to get cold. He drank his orange juice fastly and putted down his plate to kneel down next to you. He shaked you softly, trying to wake you up as gently as possible and it worked, you opened slowly your eyes but they widened quickly as the realisation hitted you. Who was this man ? What is this place ? Where the heck are you ? What happened last night ? Before you or Sam could manage to say something you heard a third person talking.

"Dad you woke them up they're going to eat you alive !" Aiden smiled at his dad and the man in front of you couldn't control his laugh when he saw the confusion creeping on your face. You sat up straight and looked around you while you were putting your hair correctly. You stomach groaned when your eyes landed on a plate filled with food and a homemade orange juice, you gave a questionning look to the man next to you but he only he sat back on his seat to eat his own dish.

"You can eat." He simply said with a charming smile which made your heart melt. "I made those for you." "You really didn't had to.." His smile only growed bigger. "But i wanted to." "Oh, thanks.." And you suddenly felt embarassed for letting your sentence in suspense because you didn't remembered his name, if he told you.

"I'm Sam, and this is Aiden." He gave a look at his son and you smiled before giving an akward wave at the kid which he returned fastly. "I'm y/n."

"Hi princess!" You blushed a deep shade of red and chuckled a bit before eating in silence your plate as you were also watching the cartoons on the TV.

When the three of you finished your portions of food, Sam took them along with the empty drinks and went to do the dishes, while Aiden went to the bathroom he had explained everything that happened last night and you were feeling more comfortable around Sam and his son.

Aiden sitted next to you and stared at you until you gave him the attention he wanted, then out of nowhere he blurted suddenly: "Is my dad your prince since he woke you from your 100 years old sleep ?" You grinned widely before taking a look at Sam, but this one had his back turned to you, however you could clearly see his big smirk.

"I guess so ?.." You chuckled slightly, not knowing what to answer to such a young child. You stayed at Sam's house a couple of minutes more, playing with Aiden, laughing, they had made your day a thousand times better, but you had to tell him that you had to leave and it made your heart broke when you saw the puppy dog eyes that his son was giving you.

"I'm gonna drive you home sleeping beauty." Sam said to you and his eyes lightened up when they met yours which made you blush slightly.

"No that's okay i don't leave that far i can walk." You nodded to yourself before returning his huge smile.

"That's not what was happening last night," He laughed and you joined him. Your cheeks were hurting from how much you smiled and chuckled that morning. "But you sure ?"

"Yeah, don't worry i'll be fine!" You were soon about to tell him goodbye but as soon as the two of you were in front of his appartment he screamed a "wait!" before disappearing again inside. He came back a couple of seconds later with a pen and he wrote his number on the back of your hand, and he added a "for drunk Aurora." while laughing to himself. When you read it, it made you smile brightly before kissing his cheek, making him blush lightly. You turned your back and was ready to leave when you heard him screaming behind you:

"THE PRINCE WILL BE WAITING FOR THE CALL OF HIS MAJESTY !"

You gave him two thumbs up while chuckling and walking backwards so you could see his charming smile still on his lips. The two parts of you really were right, sometimes, getting drunk was the right option when you could run into Sam Wilson.

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neo-culture-mafia · 4 years

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My Peace (w.ykh)

the cutest boy ever

— Warnings: Bruises

— Genres: Fluffy, warm and overall adorable uwu.

— Words: 1.6k

— Summary: “He used to think he didn't deserve to be loved, and that the life he had was too dangerous for him to ever let anyone in. But you worked your way through his heart and proved him wrong, right when he thought he could never enjoy being wrong before.”

— Requested by @min-inu “I'm new to this blog (I love it) and I'm a huge fluff enthusiast 🥺 Can I request something with Lucas (+ female reader? I don't know if I have to specify) where he comes home from work late at night and he's stressed because a deal went wrong (or something else) but as soon as he sees the reader who is barely awake and waiting for him he feels calmer and she does things to cheer him up (lots of cuddles and kisses, maybe a cute date too). Also can I request more than once if it's not a problem?”

— A/N: I absolutely loved your request 🥺 I was craving for some Yukhei's content and didn’t even know it lol And please, feel free to send in more requests, okay? I hope you enjoy this!!

To say he was pissed was an understatement. When Lucas came back to the base and Kun put his eyes on him, he already knew Yukhei was about to explode. After he got in Neo Culture, Yukhei learned how to control his anger issue, but he still had problems with coping with failure.

“Can I give my reports to you tomorrow?” Yukhei asked, staring right at the floor, too afraid that he would explode at himself if he looked at his leader's disappointed expression. If only he knew Kun was way more worried than disappointed.

“You don't have to do this, you know?” Kun turned his chair so he would be staring at the window instead of Yukhei's face. “Avoid looking at me. Feeling shame at yourself. We'll manage to close that deal.”

“They attacked us. I don't think there's a deal to be considered anymore.” Yukhei murmured, closing his eyes and trying the hardest that he could to not start punching and kicking stuff around him. Neo Culture was the family he had never had. The feeling that he somehow had failed the only people who welcomed him do their own home was barely unbearable.

“We're all alive, aren't we?” Kun questioned, slightly turning his face to the side so he could look at the younger one behind him. Yukhei was still afraid to look at his leader, but as he managed to shily give him some attention, he was met with a warm smile coming from the older one. “Then, we'll figure out something. As long as we're together, we can achieve whatever we put our focus to.” He turned his chair back to its initial position, forcing Yukhei to stare at the floor again as he checked his wristwatch.“It's late. Don't worry about your reports, we can do this tomorrow. Go be with Y/N. She is in your dormitory.”

For the first time since he had entered the room, Yukhei face seemed to be no longer twisted by anger anymore, thanks to the mention of your name.

“She's here? I thought she was at home.” He looked right at Kun's eyes, making the leader's smile go even bigger from before. Young love was really adorable. “Yeah, she said something about not wanting to leave you alone after a tiring mission,” Kun added, grabbing a few papers and starting to go over them. He only looked at Yukhei again when he realized the young man was still sitting on his office’s chair. “... why are you not running there yet? Go! You're dismissed!” he exclaimed, pointing at the door and proceeding to laugh at the sight of Lucas running out of his office.

If before Lucas' heart was beating fast from anger, now his heart was beating fast at the thought of seeing you. Besides Neo Culture, the only person who allowed him to be himself with no judgments at sight was you. You had nothing to do with his lifestyle. You weren’t part of the mafia, and God forbids if you ever demonstrated any interest in the business. Yukhei's mind wouldn’t even know how to proceed with the constant feeling that he could lose you at any second.

The only thing that kept him from exploding when he was in the field was the thought of being in your arms again. He needed to come back and see that beautiful smile of yours one more time. And that’s the first thing his eyes started to look for after he had opened the door.

You were close to his desk, apparently taking some food out of plastic bags, and even if he was indeed almost dying from starving, his first impulse was to run and hug you from behind. Your perfume turning to be the only thing he could smell, blocking all of his senses from anything else that wasn't related to you. He could tell you were tired since your whole body almost jumped when he suddenly hugged you.

“You’re back!” You exclaimed with a smile on your face as you felt your boyfriend's face resting on your shoulder. He had his eyes closed and some bruises on his cheek, but he looked pretty much alive to you, and that was all that mattered. “Uh oh. We should take care of those. Sit on the bed, I prepared everything. Including food, but since I didn’t know if you preferred Mexican, Korean, or Japanese, I ordered them all.” You started to blab, hoping to get a smile from your playful boyfriend, but as he just stayed still, you began to worry. “Baby? What is it? Is everyone okay?” You asked, turning around to face him properly, being careful when touching his body.

As he opened his eyes to look at you, any words he could possibly say just disappeared at the sight of you. Your messy hair confirmed his suspicions that you had probably dozed off at some point of the night. Your swollen eyes tipped off that at some point you thought he wasn't coming back and then proceeded to cry. Your worried gaze confirmed how relieved you were for seeing him only with a few bruises. Your lips saying that you loved him made his smile finally appear as he realized how much he loved you. And he hated the thought that Neo Culture wasn't the only one who he failed tonight. He failed the person he loved the most in the entire world when he didn't show you how grateful he was for still being alive. For being by your side. His favorite and most loved place to be.

You were his personal place of peace. And you needed to know it.

“I love you. Oh God, I love you so much. I never thought I would love someone as much as I love you.” He pushed you a little so he could start pecking all over your face, making both of you giggle at his action. “You kind of scared me for a second.” You pushed him a little and smiled at how bright his face now looked. “There is nothing to worry about. Not when I’m with you.” He replied to you with the words he was actually saying to himself.

The world outside could wait. All the violence, gunshots, and uncertainty could wait. Now, he was with his personal gift from heaven. The one capable of bringing the best out of him. His one and only. His Everything.

“Look, I do appreciate all the kisses and stuff but I won't stop bothering you until you let me take care of your bruises.” You pecked his lips and then started to walk backward, holding both of your boyfriend's big hands, seeing the biggest smile appear to his face. “Okay doc, treat me.”

In a matter of seconds, you were sitting on your bed, having Lucas’ head laying on your lap as you cleaned his cheek bruises with a cotton pad. He had his eyes closed so he could just enjoy your touch, and as much as you loved seeing him relax, which rarely happened, you wanted to fill him in on what you did during the days he spent on mission. Especially when you knew he didn’t like to talk about the missions when he was tired.

"So, I met Mark's girlfriend." You started, causing Yukhei to look at you with a puzzled expression on his face. "Mark's girlfriend? What was she doing here?" "She came here to get a few papers. Something about her and Mark going on a vacation." You shrugged, gently closing Yukhei's eyes with your fingertips so you could clean the bruises on his eyelid. "We went out for a meal together. She reminds me so much of Mark, it's almost like they're the same person. No wonder she's dating him for four years, they really complement each other well."

"They really do. I'm still waiting for the wedding invitation of those two." Yukhei commented, making you laugh at the situation your newest friend had told you. "Oh, you're gonna have to wait a little more then. Mark almost freaked out some days ago thinking that she wanted him to propose when she actually wanted to adopt a dog together!" Yukhei couldn't help but laugh at how Mark that sounded like. "That sounds like something Mark would do, for sure."

"I know, right? He almost freaked her out too, she thought he wanted to break up or something." You added, putting two stitches on your boyfriend's worst bruises and letting your hand go and play with his messy silver hair. "I'm done. Now, we should get some food in that belly of yours."

"What? No, right when it's starting to get good!" he whined, pouting like the big baby you knew he was. "You can take a shower first if you like, but if I know you enough, you're starving,” You pointed at the small desk full of delicious smelling food. "and that’s why I got your favorites. The burrito is smelling especially nice tonight." "You're unbelievably perfect, and that was the lowest punch ever, but I still love you anyway.” He stated, giving you a quick peck before getting up from the bed and running towards the desk.

...

"So, now that I'm no longer starving and smelling nice thanks to that cologne you gave, what do you say about..." Yukhei stopped himself from talking and drying his hair with a towel when he noticed your sleeping figure evolved in a warm blanket.

I knew you were tired. Yukhei smiled at the view, silently giggling at his own thoughts. There weren't enough words to describe how much he appreciated all the effort you did to make him feel comfortable after missions. He knew you abdicated a lot from your life for the two of you to be together, things you thought you couldn't live without, like your freedom to walk around with no bodyguards. And even though he tried to push you away to stop you from getting too close to him, you two just couldn't be apart. You consciously chose to be with him, and he loved you so damn much for that.

As he laid down next to you, slightly pulling you closer, and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he voiced out the words with the most affection he had ever put into words before:

"You are my peace, baby. I will always come back to you, no matter what happens.”

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firelinphd · 4 years

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dad!shinmon x mom!reader | the twins

benimaru shinmon x reader

female reader

When (Y/N) has to go to another city for a whole week because of work, Beni has to take care of the twins by himself.

no warning

I gave the twins name so it would be easier to follow and understand but of course you can change them however you want !

all the characters are older, since the twins are 6, let's say they were born when shinmon was 22, his canon age

''But how am I supposed to take care of the twins and the town for a whole week ?'' Benimaru asked his wife, who had just told him she had to move for a whole week because of work. ''Beni, if you can handle a whole town being under attack and kill 6 infernals in the same day, you can take care of your girls. And Konro, Hina and Hika are here anyway, right ?'' She replied to reassure him. Meanwhile, the girls, who were 6, were very happy that they got to spend some time with their dad alone and in the 7th Company.

He was always busy, and even if he had time to spend with them, being with him all day long for a whole week would be very different for them. ''Remember that if you ever get one something, the other has too, okay ?'' The woman reminded her husband. ''Of course, they're twins.'' He replied. But (Y/N) arched an eyebrow. ''I'm reminding you cause last time you found a bunny figure to give Lucy, and Lana didn't get anything. She thought you had a favorite !'' She said. ''Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. I won't do it again.'' He replied, still busy writing a paper. The woman rolled her eyes ; she was going to tell everything the twins needed to Konro as well.

The girls kissed their mom's cheek as she was waving at them. She had a suitcase with her, and Benimaru was waiting for his turn to tell his goodbyes. Once the twins ran away, he hugged (Y/N), breathing her perfume. ''Take care, okay ?'' He told her. ''Don't worry. But you, take care of the twins !'' She replied, giggling. Actually, that made the man chuckle, rolling his eyes playfully. ''In 6 years, I've learnt how to do that.'' He said. She snorted and kissed him, before jumping in the car that was waiting for her. Luckily, two of her colleagues were going with her, and they were great friends ; which reassured the brunette.

He turned to check on his girls ; they had run away and were already out of sight. Sure, they had inherited his hair color and Lana had his eyes color as well. But they had inherited (Y/N)'s personality so much. He sighed, already calling their names. ''Lucy ! Lana !'' He thought he had had enough with Hina and Hika for all those years, until he got twins himself. However, since Lucy had (e/c) eyes and Lana had pink ones, it was easier to recognize them. Cause still, they wanted to have the exact same hair and hairstyle, for some reason.

Maybe they will want to be different once they will be older. But right now, they were 6 years old, acting like trouble children and hiding somewhere in the house -or maybe they had run to the firehouse, it was just behind the house, after all. ''Girls, where are you already ? I'm a tired man, don't make me run all over the house !'' He said, calling them. ''We know you can run ! You run fast when you fight infernals !'' He heard a voice from behind him. ''Lucy ? Lucy, tell me where you are.'' He said.

''We want pancakes, and we want them now !'' Lana said, using a villain voice. ''Are you kidding ? Mom's been gone for 4 minutes and you're already missing with me and giving me orders !'' Benimaru said, restraining a laughter ; he knew that if he showed he found it funny, they would absolutely never calm down. ''Come on girls, if you behave, we'll go to that candy shop at the frontier of Asakusa.'' He heard a gasp, which made him bite his lip not to laugh. He was sure they noticed him smile, though. ''Demolishing King of Asakusa, you got us agreeing.'' Lana said, standing up in front of her dad, Lucy following.

Benimaru crouched down to be at their level. '''Dad' would’ve been better and shorter.'' He started, tipping Lana's nose at the name she had called him by. ''But that's nice of you, girls.'' He said. After that, they spent the whole day at the firehouse, and as he had promised, Benimaru went to the candy shop with them -they came back with way too many candies, but it was a dad and girls week, they could have some more things as usual.

It had been a tiring week for Benimaru, as the twins were always getting off of hand and hiding anywhere they could. They wanted to enjoy those moments with their dad the best they could, ending up with them sitting on both his shoulders like Hina and Hika used to do -they actually taught them how to do that, and even if the brunette was happy his daughters were friends with the twins, he sighed thinking they would never leave his shoulders alone.

''Girls. You know that mom comes back tonight. That's why I wanted to spend the day making her a surprise.'' He said, the twins gasping and getting excited at the thought. ''What could we do ?'' Lana asked. ''A cake ! You know how to bake cakes dad, right ?'' Lucy asked. He didn't know much, but he could look for a recipe. He only nodded, smiling when his daughters cheered. ''Which taste ?'' He asked. ''Vanilla ?'' Lana asked. ''No, dummy ! Mom prefers strawberry !'' Lucy said.

''Don't fight. We won’t have everything to bake a vanilla or a strawberry cake. But we do have everything to make a chocolate one. You both love chocolate so much, so of course we have some.'' Benimaru said, whilst taking all the ingredients they needed and putting them on the table. ''We wash our hands...'' he said while doing it, his daughters mirroring his action, ''... and we tie our hair.'' and once again, he did, his daughters mimicking him. ''You did a man bun.'' One twin said. ''Yeah ?'' Their dad replied, confused. ''Keep it on, mom told us she loved it.'' The other twin added. The brunette giggled and agreed to keep it on.

As they were baking the cake, the girls thought of questions they didn't really think of before. But now that their mom was out of town because of her job, they had some curiosity about it. ''Mom isn't a firefighter, right ?'' Lucy asked, her dad shaking his head. ''Why ?'', ''She doesn't have any power.'' He explained. ''How did you meet her, then ?'' Lana asked. ''You do remember when she said your granddad turned into an infernal, right ?'' The two little girls realized, humming. ''Ooooh, so you saved her !'' Lucy said, her dad nodding. ''So mom was like happy that grandpa died ?'' Lana asked, making Benimaru burst into laughter.

''Honey, don't say it like that ! She wasn't happy grandpa died ! But she was comforted that I was there, though. Oh my God, 'she was happy grandpa died' you said !'' He kept laughing, his twins laughing with him. When the cake was done, the girls decided to take a quick nap on the couch, until their mom was back. However, Lucy woke up to go to the toilets and ended up sleeping hugging her dad. Benimaru was texting Konro, asking if everything was alright at the firehouse, when he heard the door open. He laid his daughter back on the couch, greeting (Y/N). Of course, the noise woke the young girls up.

''Mom, we have a surprise for you !'' One said. ''It's in the kitchen ! See ! See !'' The other added, making their mom giggle, following them. Benimaru took the cake off the oven, putting in the table. His hair was still tied in a bun, and he had put gloves on not to burn himself. ''So hot.'' (Y/N) whispered, the man widening his eyes at her remark. But the girls didn't understand what she was talking about. ''Yes, the cake is hot !'', ''We'll have to wait a bit before eating it !'' They said. It made their dad laugh.

''Yes girls, we'll eat it after dinner tonight. It's our dessert.'' He said. The girls ran to the living room to watch TV after their mom thanked them for their surprise. ''Thank you too, sir.'' She told Benimaru, chuckling. ''They really inherited your personality.'' He commented. But he didn't care. They were his perfect little girls, no matter what.

#fire force #enen no shouboutai x reader #enen no shouboutai #fire force x reader #benimaru shinmon #shinmon benimaru #benimaru x reader #shinmon x reader #benimaru shinmon x reader #shinmon benimaru x reader

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keanuvibe · 4 years

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Noses In Roses (John Wick x Reader) Pt. 4.5

A/N: well hi! I was sad so I did some writing y'all!!!! wowwww abby actually wrote something!!!! it's a miracle!!!!

Words: 2.8k (this is longer than I meant for it to be)

Warnings: none, good ole family fluff!

June 27th, 4:03PM

The afternoon summer sun poured into the kitchen, illuminating the space in a golden haze. Classic rock played over the small portable speaker John had gotten you last Christmas as your hands dug into some fresh bread dough; kneading it gently. Patterned footsteps and cheerful giggles of two little bodies could be heard from the backyard, signalling that your kids were having fun.

It’s been three and a half years since Heather was born. Since then, a few things have changed. First, you and John are married now. He proposed shortly after Heather turned seven months old, and you were joined in holy matrimony at the courthouse the following Monday. Of course, you couldn’t find a sitter for the occasion so James sat quietly playing his Gameboy while Heather slept in her car seat. Although once the kids were put to bed, you and John did celebrate that night.

Second, you adopted James. Over the course of your relationship, John had always made little comments about how much James loves you and sees you as a mother. And after Heather was born, the boy actually started to call you ‘mom’. It took a few years for everything to fall in place, but, on your birthday last year, John and James surprised you with the adoption certificate, proving that you are now the legal parent to your eldest. You were a blubbery, lovey, emotional mess for a couple days afterwards.

And the third thing to mention, you’re pregnant again; a couple days away from seven months. After careful consideration regarding both yours and John’s ages, the two of you decided to have one more baby. You wanted a sibling closer in age to Heather, that way she’d have someone to grow up with. Yes, James will always be there, but he’s six years older than her. What nine-year-old wants their three-year-old baby sister hanging around?

“Mommy!” Heather’s small voice hollered from the backyard; breaking your thought train. Hurriedly wiping the dough from your hands, you made your way to the sliding door.

“Yes?” You answered, stepping outside. The afternoon heat hit you immediately, but you pushed it aside. Resting a hand on your belly and furrowing your brows, you scanned the yard not immediately seeing your children.

“Where are you two?” You then yelled.

“Mom, you’ll never believe what we found!” James spoke, rounding the corner from the side of the house. He held a mischievous grin; a grin you’ve seen plenty of times. Whatever he’s about to show you probably isn’t going to end well.

“If it’s another gross bug, James, I swear-” You started, but the boy cut you off.

“It’s not! I promise! You’ll like this surprise, mom.” James grabbed your hand as he spoke, pulling you towards the side of the house he’d appeared from.

“Mhm, just like how Dad and I liked our ‘pond’?” You spoke sarcastically. When Heather was in her ‘terrible twos’ phase, the two of them got into the most trouble; Heather being the instigator, and James gas lighting her. One afternoon, they had filled the tub in yours and John’s bathroom with dirt, twigs, rocks, and even a handful of worms, before proceeding to fill the tub until it overflowed and ruined the tile and rugs. Of course, you had fallen asleep on the couch from pure parental exhaustion and didn't discover the scene until John came home an hour later.

“That was almost two years ago mom, you’re going to have to let it go.” James spoke with faux sincerity, finally rounding the corner. You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to retaliate, however a very obvious bark caught your attention.

“Ta-Da!” Heather cheesed, grinning from ear to ear. Laying next to your daughter in the grass was a dog; A chocolate labradoodle to be exact.

“Oh my god- How- Whose- What?” You were stuttering over your words, too shocked to form a complete sentence. The dog perked it’s head up at your voice, tail wagging as the tongue hung out from its mouth.

“We found it!” James reassured, letting go of your hand and walking over to where they sat. Kneeling in the grass, your son began to pet the dog. It seemed to like the kids, not putting up a fuss wherever they touched it.

“Is this why you’ve been so quiet?” You pursed your lips, placing a hand over your temple and rubbing to ease the oncoming headache. The two of them chorused cheerful answers, even prompting the dog to let out a soft bark.

“Do you think dad will let us keep it?” James then asked, sadness clearly lacing his tone. You stepped closer to the dog, trying to form some sort of answer; but couldn’t think of one. The kids have been begging for a pet, ever since Heather was old enough to speak. You and John have been avoiding it, knowing you’d rather have your third baby then introduce a dog. But, I guess the universe had other plans for your little family.

“We’ll just have to see when he gets home.” You responded finally, kneeling next to the pet with a huff. You quickly looked over the animal, checking for a collar or any type of tags. It looked skinny as well, like it is malnourished and has been wandering for a bit; picking up a spare meal here and there.

“We found it in the field!” Heather cheerfully explained, pointing towards the open field behind your fenced yard. When John purchased this home, he also purchased the land behind him so no further development could be made. Living in New Jersey, it always baffled you how he’d managed to pull that off.

“Poor thing.” You spoke, a frown growing across your face. The animal gently lift its head from laying to look up at you. His tongue drooped from its mouth as it panted, the heat and fluffy hair not helping the fact.

“Is it a boy or a girl, mommy?” Heather then asked, lovingly grabbing its face and petting. You gently lifted the dog's leg to check before answering your daughter.

“It’s a… Boy.”

“Can we name him Rex? Like a T-Rex?” James mused, eagerly bouncing where he sat. You chuckled at his enthusiasm, however Heather was quick to join the decision making.

“No! I want Mr. Fluffy!”

“How about we choose names later, once Dad gets home.” You interjected yourself before a full fight was to break out. The two kids seemed in agreement, nodding quietly, letting the scuffle fade away.

“Let’s make sure he gets some food and water in his tummy.” You smiled towards your kids and the dog. The two of them nodded eagerly, probably also wanting a snack themselves. Using the side of the house for balance, you stood back up, resting a hand on your bump once again. James and Heather also stood, prompting the dog to jump up as well.

“Mommy, will the dog meet our new baby?” Heather's soft voice spoke. Her small fingers wrapped themselves around your own as the four of you made your way back into the house. Ever since you got pregnant, Heather has been fascinated. Her favorite thing is to feel the baby move and kick, and some days, she's even fallen asleep cuddling up to your belly.

“I'm sure he will, baby.” You smiled down at your daughter, ruffling her messy hair. She gave you a cheesy smile in return, showing her crooked baby-teeth.

Once inside, the dog seemed slightly intimidated by the new environment, however the comforting presence of the kids seemed to be helping. Firstly, you put your unfinished bread dough back into the fridge and turned off the radio before grabbing a spare bowl and filling it with water. James was quick to help, searching the pantry and fridge before pulling out the sandwich meat.

Setting down the bowl, you gently coaxed the dog over. He sniffed around the bowl before eagerly lapping up the water; spilling it all over onto the floor. Heather's giggle-fueled reaction only added to the silly situation. James gently set down a plate containing a few slices of the sandwich meat next to the water bowl. The dog sniffed the plate as well before realizing it was food and swiftly munched down the meat in a few bites.

The three of you hung around by the dog for a few moments before the sound of the garage door opening signaled that John is home. The familiar engine hum of his vintage vehicle echoed loudly before it was promptly cut off, and a few moments later the door to the garage swung open.

“I’m home!” The man called out, hanging his keys.

“Daddy!” Heather yelped, jumping off of a seat at the table and rushing over to her father. John bent down onto one knee, eagerly catching the little girl into his arms.

John, despite your wishes, still works as an assassin. When Heather turned one and things became more manageable, he insisted on going back. Money was the main reasoning, claiming the family will need more income with a new baby. You didn't agree, but went along with it anyways. John is going to do as he pleases anyways; you learned that early on.

“We found a dog!” James gushed, petting the animals head softly. Setting Heather back down, John's dark eyes met those of the dog, laying on the floor next to the food and water. The dog's tail began wagging at the interaction, and he popped his head up.

“How?” John asked, dropping the overnight bag on his shoulder and stepping over to the pet. You, James and Heather all looked at each other, hopeful for a positive reaction. Your husband gently knelt down, admiring the dog; his large hands then gently began to pet the animal.

“Behind the fence in the field, he was stuck.” James answered, “I had to jump it. I got a hole in my shorts because of it.” He added, standing up and showing off the small hole. Both you and John made eye contact at his statement, parental alarms blaring over the fact your son could jump the fence; nevermind the hole in his clothes. James is growing like a weed anyways, you buy him new jeans at least twice a month.

“Does he have a name?” John then asked, giving the dog a few more pets before standing back up.

“No, we were waiting for your input.” You smiled while answering your husband, waddling over to the table and taking a seat. Heather and James still sat around the dog, showering it with affection. John nodded, grabbing the bag he dropped and moving it out of the doorway.

“I want to name him Rex, and Heather wants to name him Mr. Fluffy. Mom didn't give an option, so, it's up to you, dad.” James explained, looking up towards his father. John nodded silently, joining you over by the kitchen table.

“Dog.” The man answered, looking towards his children. They sat quietly before looking between each other, almost having a silent conversation. The dog even let out a sigh, as though he too hated the name.

“That’s stupid.” James finally deadpanned, looking back towards John. You had to stifle a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. James, as you've come to learn, is basically a copy and paste of his father. He's strong-willed, confident and extremely dry-humored. Sometimes it's humorous, and other times it can be very frustrating.

“Well, maybe Mom should take part in the decision.” John then spoke, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder. You scoffed and leaned away from his touch, annoyed that your neutral ground has been destroyed. The mischievous smile that crossed your husband's face said all that it needed.

“Well, if you must have my input, I've always liked the name Winston.” You then spoke, looking between your family. James and Heather looked at each other again, having another silent conversation. The dog’s head shot up at the mention, eagerly panting.

“We like it.” Heather finally chimed in, a wide smile covering her cheeks. “Mr. Winston Wick.”

“Can we get toys for him?” James added, enthusiastically standing up, which also promoted Heather and Winston to get up as well. The pair jumped into an excited babble, Winston panting cheerfully below them.

“I think there's an old tennis ball in the backyard, if you want to go play right now?” You cut the two of them off, gesturing to the sliding glass door. Nodding, they quickly took off with the dog close behind. With a sigh, you looked up to your husband who was still hovering over your shoulder.

“I can't believe you let them keep the dog.” The humor that laced your tone caused your husband to let out a soft chuckle.

“I know we wanted to wait,” John began, pulling out the chair next to yours and sitting, “But the look on their hopeful faces? How could I say no?”

“A dog will be nice, though. Sometimes I get lonely when you leave.” You spoke, adjusting so you were comfortable and could face him better. Resting a hand on your bump, you let out a soft sigh.

“I know, I’m sorry.” John's response wasn't what you really wanted to hear. You wished he’d retire and stay home to help with raising the family. And with the third baby on the way, while you are very excited, you're also scared. The same fear you held while pregnant with Heather and after discovering his line of work; what if you lose John?

“James seems to have really bonded with the dog. God knows how long they've been hiding it from us.” You changed the subject, turning to face your husband better. Scanning the side of his face, you could see a small cut donning his cheek bone. Must've gotten that from his most recent job.

“It’ll be good for him, teach him some responsibility.” John chimed. His large hand gently placed itself on your bump, thumb rubbing circles. The baby kicked at the feeling; always getting extra jumpy and excited when John touches you. This pregnancy, you wanted to keep the gender a surprise. Honestly, you weren't hoping for a girl or boy; just as long as the baby is healthy. Being an ‘older’ mom, the risk of complications are higher. So far, however, it's been easy. In fact, this pregnancy has been easier than Heather was.

“He's quite responsible already. He basically helped me raise Heather on the days you were gone.” You answered, placing your smaller hand atop John’s. “He’s such a brilliant boy. I can't believe he’s going into the fifth grade this fall.”

“If you keep reminiscing, you're going to cry Darling.” John’s voice gently spoke. You couldn't help but chuckle and sniffle down some tears that threatened to escape.

“Sorry,” You humored, standing up from the table and grabbing a tissue. “But, he’s basically become the man of the house, though. He helps with chores, and even learned how to mow the grass so I wouldn't have to.”

“We can hire a Maid and Gardener.” John deadpanned, standing up from the table and stepping over to you.

“With your career, I don't trust a lot of people. Aurelio is the only one allowed past the driveway.” You didn't mean for your words to come out harsh, but they did. John knows how you feel about his job, especially now that your kids are the perfect ‘kidnap and hold for ransom’ age. You don't even want to be reminded of when Helen kidnapped James.

The man didn't respond, instead his face told all that it needed. He was upset, understandably, but he knows and understands why you lashed out. It's not easy trying to keep your family a secret from your job and vice versa. Especially when your job is highly dangerous and deals with world class criminals.

“I’m sorry, you just got home. Let's not argue.” You sighed, stepping up to your husband. Grabbing his hand, you pulled yourselves as close as your bump would allow. John complied, placing his hands on your sides to hold you tighter.

“No, you're rightfully upset.” The man's voice was soft, almost a whisper. He gently kissed the top of your head before your lips met. Running your hands up his suited chest, a quiet sigh of relief escaped your lips as the kiss broke. The two of you rested your foreheads together, a silent gesture of romance. Your relationship is strong; the love you hold for John trumps your hate of his profession. All that matters is when he comes home and leaves the harsh reality of work behind, he’s greeted with a happy home and family.

“I love you, Mr. Wick.” You spoke gently, running your fingers through his long hair. A small smile overtook his face as he answered.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wick.”

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu x you #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick fanfiction #john wick fan fic #keanu reeves fanfic

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lokloklok256 · 5 years

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OH MY GOD AGAIN WHY DO PEOPLE WANT TO DATE/FUCK GAMZEE

WHAT THE FUCK

LIKE THIS IS AN ACTUAL THING THERE ARE ACTUALLY A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DATE AND/OR FUCK GAMZEE

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

HE'S FUCKING **GAMZEE** PEOPLE. HE'S ***GAMZEE MAKARA***

LIKE I FUCKING LOVE MY CLOWN BOY BUT

DATE!??!?!?!

FFUUCCKK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

WWWHHHAAATTT!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

HE'S THE FUCKING STONER CLOWN

HE'S STONER CLOWN GOAT JUGGALO MAN

HE SOUNDS LIKE AN IDIOT AND HAS A WEIRD CLOWN ICP MIRACLE RELIGION

H E ' S M O T H E R F U C K I N G G A M Z E E M A K A R A

like BRO

look at the stoner face

look at the fucking face

who the fuck is it that goes "MAN that is the sexiest thing. i need that. that wild clowny uncontrolled hair is just turning me on so much. that stoner face. that juggalo makeup. that sexy careless slouched-over position. ooh."

like he isn't even edgy. he's just weird and fucking funny as hell and the craziness and scratch face and clownness just makes him genuinely creepy, because he's just not edgy, he's just weird. his chillaxedness and stonerness adding onto the psycho murderness makes him genuinely creepy, and weird, and completely not edgy at all. he's happy stoner man that loses his shit sometimes.

OH AND HE FUCKING STEALS BODIES AND CUTS THEM UP AND PLAYS WITH THEM.

WHAT THE FUCK MAN.

like HIS OWN FUCKING FRIENDS' BODIES. HE DOESN'T CARE.

OH MY FUCKING GOD HE MAKES OUT WITH A DECAPITATED HEAD, MAN!

he AT LEAST makes out with it!

like, fuckin, bro, imagine you're making yourself a meal. you live with gamzee. he's your boyfriend. yer just makin yerself yer favorite quick meal and you hear a fucking dragging sound.

in comes gamz your lovely boyfriend dragging the sewn body of his pal tavros.

he sits tavros's dead, awkward body at the table.

not once does gamzee's face change from chill stoner mode.

gamzee sits down and watches you make food. usually when you make something you make some for gamzee too. tavros's body is still intact because gamzee's been freezing it, but it still fucking stinks when he takes it out and it warms up again. you watched him drag tavros in and tried to kind of ignore it and not look uncomfortable.

you try really fucking hard to not pay any attention to the fucking dead body in the room and the horrid smell it emanates. its really hard. gamzee's dead body friends always make you uncomfortable as hell.

gamzee starts playing with tavros's hair, twirling it around his finger affectionately with a loving smile on his face. sadly, having gamzee as your boyfriend means you have to share him. with a corpse. and not even a zombie or something just a real actual fucking corpse lieing there. sometimes, kind of often, gamzee even wants tavros to sleep in your bed with the both of you. you can never get any sleep on those nights. pressing the blanket as hard and thickly on your nose as you can can still never get rid of the smell.

you can hear gamzee start to quietly speak affectionate words to tavros's body.

finally, you finish making grub.

not the troll kind.

you scoop the tasties onto two plates and take them over to the table. one for gamzee, one for you.

you sit at one side of the table, closest to the counter and facing away from it, gamzee sits opposite of you, and corpse tavros sits right there on the side between you and gamz, staring into the void. you can barely take it.

gamzee looks at his food and at tavros, some slight confusion on his face.

"where's tavros'?"

oops wait

"LiKe, WhErE tHe FuCk Is My MaN tAvBrOs' GrUb Up In, MaN?"

ok there i did my best. god that took so long.

you get worried. i mean, gamzee doesn't have anger issues and is like the chillest fucking person around and would never hurt you or get mad at you, but, like,

food for the /corpse/?

oh god.

.. well, at least you made lots..

you go to the cupboard and grab another plate. you take it over and scoop a bit from your plate and a bit from gamzee's plate onto the new plate for tavbro. there's plenty of food still left for the two of you, and a good amount for.. tavros...

you place your fork back on your plate and wait a few seconds worriedly, hoping gamzee is satisfied.

"HoW's My BrO SuPpOsEd To EaT wItHoUt A mOtHeRfUcKiN fOrK, mAn?"

shit.

you hurry to the silverware drawer. you rush over a fork and place it in tavros' food.

you wait a few seconds, and gamzee seems satisfied. he smiles stonerly and picks up the fork. he stabs some food and lifts it to tavros' mouth.

"ChOo ChOo, MoThErFuCkEr, HeRe CoMeS tHe FuCkIn TrAnSpOrTaTiOn LoCoMoTiVe."

in goes the train, into the dark, smelly, deceased tunnel.

you turn your gaze down to your food. you can't fucking take this. you probably won't be able to eat until gamzee and tavros are gone. hopefully gamzee shouldn't notice that you haven't eaten anything. he doesn't notice things very easily.

you really hope you don't get sick.

gamzee giggles and looks like he's quite enjoying feeding tavros the meat puppet. he chats some more with his old pal, enjoying his time with dead friend. he does this a lot. whenever he brings tavros around, he usually pays more attention to him, treating him like a giant doll.

gamzee asks you if you saw that shooting star last night. you tell him you did. you aren't lieing. you didn't think much of the fast little sky dot. but gamzee starts going on about how amazing it was and what a miracle it was and talking about miracles and shooting stars and space and stuff. he gets so damn happy about this stuff.

he asks tavros if he saw it too. he says yes for tavros, in the best tavros voice he can make, which is kind of so bad its funny. he starts making tavros converse with him using his own voice, discussing shooting stars and the sky and wonderful miracles and such. he looks at dead tavros with such love in his eyes, a look he never gives to you. he always treats you like a friend. tavros is so special to him. even when he's dead. and he never treats you like a matesprit.

gamzee giggles lovingly and tavros giggles cutely using gamzees voice as best as he remembers tavros and he smiles and he tries to lift tavros' lips to a smile which doesn't work very well and he looks to be having a wonderful time.

sometimes, at pretty random times, gamzee starts crying his eyes out. about tavros. you walk into a room to see him bawling, he rushes into a room to cry on your shoulder and cover it in purple goo, he wakes up in the middle of the night sobbing, and he hugs tavros' corpse tightly and yells. its extremely upsetting.

you almost wonder if you're just here to make him feel better with tavros gone.

oh no. another fucking corpse kiss.

fuck you hate these.

he does it more than once. this is the part of gamzee's corpse fun that you find most unbearable. oh fucking god, he seems to be starting a makeout session again. god damn it. you quickly pick up your plate and awkwardly rush out of the kitchen. gamzee doesn't notice. pretty much nothing distracts him from tavros makeout time.

you go to one of the balconies. oh god, finally, some fucking fresh air. a wonderful breeze, perfect temperature. ahh, this should calm you down a bit. in fact, you might even be able to force yourself to eat.

aaahhhh.. you sit down on one of the large pillows sitting on the floor and relax. you find another large pillow to rest your back on. ugh, yes, much better. no dead corpses, no nasty smell, no dead makeouts, no choo choo trains, and no creepy giggling. i mean, not that gamzee sounds creepy when he giggles. its just creepy that he's giggling about such a thing.

you lay back on the large poofy pillow and smile at the beautiful night sky. you poke a piece of tasty, still-warm food onto your fork. you move it up to your mouth.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCK

you never realized eridan was sitting next to you.

for fuck's sake!!

why are you even matesprits with this guy?!?!

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!

YOU'RE THE DAMN WEIRDO WHO THOUGHT THAT THE FUCKING CORPSE-LOVING STONER CLOWN WAS HOT!

DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEEEEAAAANN?!??!?

LOL ok so i really didn't expect to go off writing a creepy-ass story like that and that was REALLY fucked up but that was fucking FUNNY.

GOD.

HAHA!

AH!

i hope you now kind of see my point and confusion

also please don't take this wrong i fucking love gamzee to hell and i completely am incapable of deciding between him and dave as my favorite character. i fucking love the man. but i really fucking don't want to date him or kiss him or make him my boyfriend or UGH

that's fucking weird.

these people are fucking weird.

its all fucking weird.

the world is fucking weird.

fuck

#Gamzee #Gamzee Makara #Homestuck #death tw #dead body tw #gore tw #kind of #creepy

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thenamesseven · 5 years

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“You did what!?”

It had almost been two weeks since Jooheon and you had that steamy encounter together. Two weeks since you had him all to yourself, two whole weeks since he left you all wet and frustrated on a stranger's bed and you were about to go insane. You didn't’ know what you had expected to happen after that, maybe some changes in your relationship, maybe a bit more kindness coming from Jooheon but to your surprise, he still seemed to hate you as much as the night you two met.

Sometimes you would catch him looking at you, sometimes your eyes would meet and Jooheon would smirk and send a wink your way but wasn't that just the usual flirting? Was he trying to get you in bed again or was Jooheon just fucking around with your mind instead of with your body this time? He had got a little more touchy than usually, his hand finding unexpected ways to brush against your skin when you least expected it. Jooheon also had made saying things with double meaning into a habit and honestly? You were tired of reading between lines.

In a desperate attempt to vent about it to somebody, you grabbed the first person you saw and locked him into the kitchen with you. Perhaps, that wasn't the smartest decision you have ever made since the person currently sitting in front of you was Minhyuk. He was a really nice guy, sweet and extremely funny to be around but Minhyuk enjoyed gossiping too much and it was only after you had spilled all that happened between Jooheon and you that night that you realized it wouldn't be too long until the whole gang knew he fucked you.

“Shut up!” You reached over the table, covering his mouth “I knew telling somebody wasn't a good idea”

Minhyuk was watching you carefully, his eyes slowly scanning your face as you waited for a response. “Did you feel the need to talk about it?”

You frowned, definitely not expecting that question “I guess? It was kind of nerve wracking when I was the only one knowing it” You shrugged leaning back against your chair.

“Why?” He asked frowning like you.

“What do you mean, why? Because we-we did that!” You half shouted, becoming frustrated with the bizarre conversation the two of you were having.

“I mean, why is it special? Do you feel like that with all of your nightstands?”

The question caught you so off guard that you almost choked on the air you were breathing. Minhyuk smirked confidently when he saw the way you reacted, leaning back against his chair as he crossed his legs. You moved your eyes away from him, still trying to calm down your own heart. Was he asking you if you were in love with him? Of course you weren't! That night the both of you had been bored and drunk out of your minds, the sexual tension that appeared when Jooheon saw your underwear pushed the two of you to do things that he probably regretted now, love was a feeling that was definitely not involved in what happened that night.

“No” You said, your head shaking as he started laughing.

“Yes, you got it bad for him” Minhyuk insisted, your cheeks turning red but not because of embarrassment but because of frustration.

“Minhyuk, I am not in love with Jooheon” You said serious, getting ready to slap him if he didn't stop laughing at you as if you were the funniest thing in the world

“Of course you are not” He replied just saying the things you wanted to hear so you wouldn't get mad at him.

“Right”

“Time will tell though” Minhyuk smirked devilishly, looking into your eyes “Feelings get to the surface sooner or later (Y/N), you can't keep them down forever”

“I'll drown myself if I have to” You scoffed, focusing on the glass of milk that you had served yourself before Minhyuk and you started talking.

“Please do, you would do all of us a favour”

You jumped so high that it wouldn't have been a surprise if you had hit your head on the ceiling. Minhyuk looked at you with wide eyes, struggling to keep himself from laughing while Jooheon looked as pissed as ever with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Had he been there listening the whole time? The last thing you needed in your life right now was teasing Jooheon knowing there was a 1% chance of you loving him. That would just turn into a pretty horrible nightmare.

“Including me obviously” You scoffed, crossing your legs as you leaned back on your chair. Jooheon's eyes lingered on your bare legs and the way the skirt you were wearing was struggling to cover your upper thighs “I wouldn't have to stand you in the afterlife”

“Wouldn’t you be bored without me?” Minhyuk choked this time, coughing and gaining a scowl from Jooheon “Last time I checked you still had work to do, didn't you? Why are you here?”

“I needed to talk with him” You blurted out, willing to protect Minhyuk from getting grounded thanks to your desperation to talk with somebody.

“About what?” Jooheon walked past you to get himself a glass of water, forcing himself to move his eyes away from you.

“Uh, this is my cue to go and finish some errands” Minhyuk cleared his throat, standing up from his chair and rushing out of the room at the speed of light. It always amazed you how quickly he could do something when he wanted to, you shouldn't have trusted him with anything.

“Nothing, trivial stuff” You shrugged again, avoiding to look at him as he dragged a chair to place it in front of you so he could sit down there.

“So you're telling me you keep my men from working just because you need them to talk with you about your trivial stuff?” Jooheon asked and you nodded, hoping he would just believe the huge lie. “You know you made a mistake confinning in Minhyuk right? I’ll know what you two were talking sooner or later”

“I hope that doesn't happen, Minhyuk better keep his mouth closed”

“Oh, so it wasn’t that trivial, was it?” Jooheon smirked, his eyes finding yours.

“It's not your business anyways” You scoffed, leaning back against your chair as he leaned on the table, an amused smile on his face, his eyes glinting with the will of solving the mystery you were for him.

“Of course it’s not” He whispered, voice full of sarcasm. You watched him take a sip from his glass, his eyes glued to the floor before they moved back up to you “Are you two fucking or something like that?”

You choked on your own saliva, totally shocked by the question Jooheon just threw your way. He didn’t look like he was joking though, in fact, the small frown between his eyebrows told you he was being pretty serious about this.

“No, Minhyuk just happened to be the first person I saw so I dragged him into the kitchen with me to talk” You explained, still coughing a little.

“So if I had been the first person you saw, would you have done the same?” Jooheon asked, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

The answer got out of your lips before you could stop to think about it “No” Jooheon arched his eyebrow, smiling at your sudden honesty.

“Mhm so you were talking about me” It wasn’t a question, Jooheon was stating a fact “Were you telling him about how good I fucked you the other night?” Your eyes opened wide as soon as those words left his lips

“Why would I talk about that!?” You exclaimed, maybe a little bit too nervous for your liking

“Because you loved it so god damn much” Jooheon smirked cockily, tilting his head in such an innocent yet sinful way at the same time, that gesture of his should be ilegal

“Aren’t you getting confused here? I thought you were the one who had an orgasm”

“I wasn’t the one begging though” Jooheon chuckled noticing how your cheeks got pink, the sounds you made and how you begged him echoing in your mind.

“I was drunk and horny” You argued, crossing your arms on your chest feeling vulnerable

“Keep telling yourself that” He said eyeing you, taking another sip from his drink before he let out another sigh “Anyways!” Jooheon placed his hands on the table, your eyes moving to them remembering how good they had felt against your skin.

What the fuck? Why were you thinking about Jooheon in that way?

“I came here to ask you a favor” Those words caught your curiosity, your eyes were quick to move up from his hands to his eyes making him smile, he knew he got your undivided attention right there and loved it “Not a sexual one, of course” He added, the red shadow on your pale skin not going unnoticed by his eyes “I have this important...Event, reuniting with some other people like me” Jooheon explained, you arched an eyebrow

“No” You shook your head making him frown

“You didn’t even let me finish what I was going to say (Y/N)” He groaned frustrated, it was so easy to get on his nerves

“Well, I don’t want to be in a room full of gang bosses or whatever the hell you call yourselves, I have enough dealing with you” You looked at him “I don’t want to get to know your friends”

“They’re not friends kitten, those are people I simply do business with” Although you were half pissed because of the tone he was using with you, talking as if you were an absolute idiot, the pet name he used got your skin turning into goosebumps while a hot, soft feeling settled down in your stomach

“Why would you want me there?” You asked still hesitant about the whole thing

“They always bring some chicks to our meetings and I’m the only one there alone, being humiliated by their proud looks” Jooheon sighed “I could get a girlfriend anywhere but I don’t want dumb bitches getting in my business, you know? That’s where you come in kitten, I want you to pretend that you, at least, stand me for tonight”

“No” You said again, Jooheon looked truly shocked “Why?”

“I am not a thing Jooheon. Plus, how do I know this is not one of your stupid and twisted games to embarrass me infront of everybody? They will all know my face too and I really am not interested in being a target for them” Jooheon frowned, your words concerning him a little. He knew that you two were always bickering about the other but the fact that you would feel unsafe around him? That was bullshit

“I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot one of them if they did something threatening involving you (Y/N)” The serious tone sent chills down your spine, funny Jooheon was gone and the man across you was not joking around “One wrong look and hell will break loose, believe me when I say you’ll be safe as long as you’re glued to my side” He casually rested one of his warm, big hands on yours definitely calming your erratic thoughts down.

“Why me?” You asked sighing, running your fingers through your hair with your free hand

“Because you’re the only female I’ve spent the most time with, you probably know me as well as the guys and I would be lying if I say you aren’t pretty fucking hot” He smirked at his last words seeing the small smile pulling up the corners of your lips “Plus, I know you well enough to know you won’t reject the opportunity to have some free food”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that one “Alright, you got me with the free food, pick me up at seven”

Jooheon stood up from his chair smirking, leaning down behind yours to whisper in your ear “Wear something sexy babygirl” And like that, with a soft chuckle, the devil himself exited the kitchen to leave you and your thoughts alone,

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This wasn’t the first date you were going to, in fact, this thing you had planned with Jooheon wasn’t even a date since it was fake as fuck but for some reason, you felt as if there were thousands of butterflies inside your stomach. Maybe it was the fact that you were about to attend a meeting with a bunch of people as dangerous as Jooheon what was making you freak out so hard. What you couldn’t comprehend was the reason why you kept checking your outfit in the mirror, scanning the way your cleavage looked a little more accentuated or the way the cloth of your dress hugged every single curve of your body enough to have any guy salivating behind you. Your make up was another thing that made you stay close to all the mirrors around the house, constantly checking your red lipstick, your eyeshadow and eyeliner. The way you looked had nothing to do with impressing Jooheon, you just wanted to be one of the hottest girls there so everybody would be envious of him for having you. If you were going to do this, you wanted to do a perfect job.

As expected from him, Jooheon arrived at seven o’clock, knocking on your door twice. For the first few seconds after knowing he was waiting you kind of panicked, running around your room like a fidgeting teenager as you searched for your jacket, purse and keys at the same time. After hearing Jooheon knocked for a third time, you dashed out of your room, walking into the little table you had at the entrance before you could reach the door.

“Ow, fuck!” You shouted, bending over to grab your poor toes, trying your hardest to hold the small tears that were threatening to fall due to the pain you were feeling. Willing to think the door was thick enough for Jooheon not to hear your quiet cries of pain, you cleared your throat, brushing some hair out of your face before opening the door, forcing a smile up your lips that probably looked more like a grimace.

“Should I act like you didn’t hurt yourself or should I be concern because you probably broke one of your toes?” Jooheon asked, the smirk on his face telling you he had heard you perfectly.

“I don’t think I broke it” You muttered leaning against the door, clearing your throat again to get rid of the pain in your voice as you slid your arms into the jacket to get ready to get out.

”Here” Jooheon said catching your attention, handing you a single red rose that he had been hiding behind himself. The gesture was obviously unexpected but kind of welcomed, even the word cute crossed your mind when you looked down at the rose “As a...Small thank you for doing this for me” He said scratching the back part of his neck, an insecure smile on his lips. Was he...Nervous? “I know it’s probably not the best plan and that you’re not an official member of this gang and honestly I thought you would-”

“It’s okay! Jooheon it’s really fine” You tried calming him down, he was so fidgety tonight “I really appreciate it though, let me put it in a vase and then we can head out” Jooheon had never been at your place before so it didn’t shock you the way he curiously glanced around, trying to absorb as many details as he could. Little things as the books you had, pictures that were hanging on your walls or the colorful decoration that you seemed to love would gave him some hints to get to know you a little better. However, as much as he had wanted to wander around and satisfy his curiosity he stayed at the door and didn’t walk inside to not invade your privacy. You came back a couple of minutes later, sliding your phone into your purse “You okay, Jooheon?” You asked, kind of concerned for him

“We’re about to meet with a lot of big people, I’m always this nervous before meeting with one of them” He replied as you stepped outside of the apartment, closing the door behind you “Just a little anxious, you know?”

“You serious?” You asked locking the door right before the both of you started making your way downstairs and out of the building “Aren’t you like, as powerful and strong as them?” The two of you got inside the car, Jooheon nodding at your question

“Maybe? I probably am” He smirked, your words probably giving him a little bit of more confidence in himself “I just don’t know” He said moving in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel “I don’t want to make a fool of myself you know? One wrong move with those people and you’re a cow surrounded by hungry wolves”

“Did you just compare yourself with a cow?” You asked jokingly, willing to make him laugh.

“I might have” He admitted laughing, relaxing for some brief seconds “But I am a sexy cow and you know it” This time, you just couldn't help but laugh at the way he wiggled his eyebrows.

His words weren’t comforting but you were able to see a new face of Jooheon that you hadn’t discovered until tonight, it was weird to be around him without sarcasm or snarky remarks, he wasn’t the same Jooheon you were used to but this new side of him was more normal, almost like a current guy who was just nervous about something.

And as shocking as it sounded, if he needed you to be his emotional support tonight, that’s exactly what you would be.

By the time the both of you got there, the groan that left Jooheon’s lips told you that you two were the last ones to arrive. It was impossible to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your stomach, the way Jooheon kept fidgeting on his seat when he stopped the car as he was probably preparing himself for what was about to happen. You had the feeling you would have to be strong enough for him to go through this night, after all, Jooheon had asked you to come for a reason.

“Let’s go, we have a meeting to attend, have we not?”

The both of you walked out of the car and walked up to the mansion that Jooheon had referred as Namjoon's home, the place had so many god damn rooms that if Jooheon left you alone you would surely get lost in it.

“Jooheon wait” You walked a bit faster, catching up to him quickly enough to stop him before he could ring the doorbell. When he stopped walking, you leaned forward and planted a kiss on his neck leaving a lipstick mark on his skin.

Jooheon grinned “Couldn't hold yourself back kitten?”

“No idiot, this will be your excuse for getting here late” You replied rolling your eyes, sighing as you rang the doorbell and wrapped your arm around Jooheon's

“Nice save, I like it” Jooheon smirked glancing down at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his body “Maybe I'll have to bring you around more often”

Before you could reply to that the door opened and the both of you were guided into the dining room where everybody was already sitting down, plates beginning to be served now that Jooheon and you had arrived. You felt every pair of eyes on you two, first on Jooheon, their eyes lingering on the lipstick stain you left and then on your dress and the way you swayed your hips with every step you took. Men radiated lust, women jealousy, the deathly combination you and Jooheon made was even more dangerous that the gangsters reunited in the room.

“Ah finally! We thought you weren't coming Jooheon” The man, who you supposed by the description Jooheon gave you in the car was Namjoon, talked with a small smile on his face.

“Sorry, there were...Some things that had to be taken care off” You giggled by his side, catching the man's attention “You should apologize kitten, it was your fault after all”

“Fine” You rolled your eyes, acting like those bitchy spoiled girls that were usually brought to these places because they were dumb enough to not understand a thing that was being said. “Sorry, we got a little busy in the shower” You chuckled, letting Jooheon guide you to your chair before he sat down besides you.

“Ah, it's alright, it’s alright” The other guy, Jaebum said smirking “It was already time someone made our Jooheon arrive late to this things” He chuckled and you smiled fakely at him.

Dinner was boring, you were forced to interact with the other guys’ girlfriends who were constantly speaking about clothes, high heels and the next plastic surgery they were planning to go through. At some point, they all started bragging about the places where their fiances were going to take them, the giggles that escaped their lips when you said Jooheon and you never went on vacations together made you slightly frustrated. You kind of felt a pang of jealousy, not because Jooheon and you weren’t together but because these women seemed to be genuinely loved by their boyfriends/ fiances / husbands or whatever they were and you had nobody to spoil you or make love to you they way they were talking about.

The closest thing to their sexual experiences you had was Jooheon angry fucking you and that hadn’t been romantic at all. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a hand being placed on your naked knee, gently squeezing it before letting it go.

“Are you bored?” Jooheon whispered, glancing down at you. Dessert was brought and your eyes lighted up at the sight of the chocolate cake in your plate. You shook your head, not wanting Jooheon to feel rushed to leave because of you “Then? Why are you so sulky, kitten? Did they say something awful?” He asked genuinely concerned.

“Uh no” You shook your head, cheeks turning pink. How could you tell Jooheon your thoughts? That you felt...Lonely and craved the attention of a guy? That would be so embarrassing “They're just bragging off about stuff” You brushed off with a smile. Jooheon smiled back at you and nodded before he squeezed your knee again, slowly moving his hand up on your thigh. Feeling you jump under his touch, Jooheon smirked and leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear “You're behaving so well kitten, keep it like that and I might as well reward you later” You gulped at his words, face turning crimson red due to what he just said. When he moved away winking at you before he returned his attention to the other guys and the food on his plate, you couldn't help but let out a quiet whine already missing the feeling of his warmth surrounding your body.

You just happened to be weak tonight and Jooheon seemed to be in the mood to give some affection.

You didn’t pay attention to anything during the rest of the dinner, you focused yourself on savouring the delicious chocolate cake for as long as you could while stealing some glances at Jooheon. He looked handsome tonight, you were used to seeing him wearing casual clothes, maybe jeans sometimes but the black suit that covered his body today made him look so mature and sexy at the same time. The gold jewelry adorning his fingers, the gold watch on his wrist screamed power along with that cocky smile he seemed to be sporting tonight. Plus you just couldn’t forget about how cute he had looked before, all nervous and fidgety because he didn't want to look like an idiot in front of you.

That’s why when Jooheon stood from his chair almost two hours after dessert, you jumped a little, surprised by the sound the chair made against the floor. He took his time fixing his jacket and moved his eyes down at you, tilting his head gently to tell you to stand up. When you did, still zoning out a little bit instead of taking your hand Jooheon wrapped his arm around your waist pressing your side tightly against his.

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you guys but I have another person that needs to be entertained” He announced smirking down at you, leaning down to place an affectionate kiss on your forehead that left the ladies in the room sighing longingly. Bet their perfect boyfriends didn't kiss them like that.

Wait, what?

Still confused with yourself you let him drag you out of the dinning room and out of the house, the fresh air caressing your skin in a welcoming way. Back in the meeting the atmosphere had been a little tense and suffocating but you were finally glad to be out.

“So?” You asked as you made your wait back to your car “How was it?”

“Could have been better” Jooheon shrugged “They’ll stay away from my territory but I didn't manage to make any huge deals” He mumbled, you watched him closely and confused. He didn't look mad, what was wrong then?

“Why? What happened?” You insisted, stopping by his car.

Jooheon looked at you, suddenly stepping forward to get closer “I was distracted” He whispered resting his hand on the car, trapping you between him and his car “Your damn knee kept brushing against mine” His tone got lower, your legs started getting weak as you leaned back against the car. Jooheon's lips found their way to your ear, once again “I could only think about sitting you on the edge of that fucking table and fuck your brains out kitten, they wanted to eat you alive and I wanted to show them what’s mine” He growled sexily into your ear, his arms snaking around your waist to keep you close to his body.

“J-Jooheon...They could see us…” You muttered, biting your lower lip

“Let them see” He whispered kissing your earlobe, moving his lips down your neck in such a slow way that it got your insides feeling like putty “My kitten behaved so well, she needs a reward” One of his hands moved up your back to gently pull you hair, tilting your head back so he could drag his tongue across your neck “You learned your lesson and finally turned into a good girl” You felt him chuckle against your skin, his hips pushing forward against yours so you could feel his arousal. But then, Jooheon pulled back away from your body. The gesture made you feel hot and bothered, needing the feeling of his skin against yours, you knew he wouldn’t fuck you right there but you wanted him so bad “Get in the car and tell me how to get to your place”

You froze on the spot “My place?”

Jooheon nodded eagerly “The guys are in mine, I'm planning to make you scream tonight again, so unless you don't mind them hearing us we can go to mi-”

“Let's go to mine”

Once in the car you found yourselves unable to keep your hands off each other. This time there wasn't any excuse to what the two of you were doing, you weren't drunk enough, Jooheon hadn't smoked anything...It was just physical attraction, arousal that the memories from your first night together created. It was probably something that wouldn't last as long as true love but it was what the two of you needed and wanted in that moment.

When you arrived to your place, as soon as Jooheon closed the door behind him, he gripped your wrist and pulled you hard against the door. Holding you there, he eyed your body, taking slow steps closer to you, giving him the impression of a lion stalking his next prey.

“This fucking dress” He tugged on the cloth of your dress, pulling gently as he rested his forehead against yours “Has been driving me nuts (Y/N)” He whispered “Did you dress like this for me?”

You didn't need to think about the answer “Yes” You whispered leaning forward to kiss his lips but he moved away, not letting you

“Yes, what? Baby?”

“Daddy?” You asked hesitatingly, you didn't know what Jooheon's kinks were.

He smirked shaking his head “It's sir for you kitten” He licked your lips, tempting you, wanting to make you suffer “Did you dress like this for me then?”

“Yes sir”

The groan that left his lips gave away that he was liking this as much as you or even more “Good girl”

After that he gave the both of you a break and leaned down to press his lips against yours. It was like an explosion, as soon as his lips collided with yours it felt like all your senses came to life, as if you were hypersensitive to every single thing now. His tongue pushed yours, seeking the dominance he radiated, forcing a moan out of your lips. Your hands moved up to his neck, his hands went down to your thighs and in two seconds you were in the air, pressed up against the wall and his chest. At this point the hem of your dress was at your thighs, his shirt was almost unbuttoned. Both of your hair messy, lips swollen from the kisses and pupils dilated with pleasure.

“Bedroom” He whispered against your lips, although you were too focused on the feeling of his tight crotch against your most sensitive spot and didn’t even understood what he was saying.

“Yes sir” You whispered unconsciously, almost automatically.

“Kitten” Jooheon moaned, obviously liking how those words sounded from your lips but chuckling huskily when he realized you were so horny that you weren't paying attention to him anymore “Your bedroom, where is it?” He asked again, a sweet smile pulling up his lips as he held you.

“Oh! Uhm” Your cheeks turned red, your heart beating faster since you made yourself a fool in front of him. “Second door on the left”

With a nod, Jooheon pulled you away from the door and with a strength you didn't know he had the guy carried you into your bedroom, not even caring to close the bedroom door since you two were the only ones in the apartment. He put you down, giving you another kiss while his hands roamed to your back, looking for the zipper. Once he found it, Jooheon didn't waste any time pulling it down and letting your dress fall onto the floor, surrounding your ankles. His eyes scanned the lingerie you were wearing, a long string of curses leaving his lips. His brain stopped working for a moment, Jooheon wanted to touch you everywhere and he was so eager that he didn't even know where to place his hands first.

“Let's get you undressed too sir” You whispered with a small smile, getting rid of his already unbuttoned shirt as your hands moved down in a hurry to get rid of his pants. Jooheon groaned when your hand brushed against the bulge in his boxers, you fought back a moan and the will to beg him to fuck you right there.

“Get on the bed (Y/N)” He said quietly, spanking your ass gently when you walked past him to lay down on your back. He was smirking down at you, knowing you had moved your hips extra hard when you walked to tease him even more.

“You really want to play that game kitten? Don't want to get your reward?” He asked teasingly, hovering over you, placing one of his knees between your legs.

“Jooheon, do something” You whispered, dying to feel his touch

“Jooheon? I don't know who he is” You looked at him frowning, not believing he was making you follow the rules

“Sir, God, please touch me”

“Fuck, that’s it kitten” He moaned, hand moving to your panties and starting to rub your clit as fast as he could “Im your fucking God and you're the Goddess I'm going to praise tonight” His words and the movement of his hand made you moan kind of loud, you knew that at some point tonight he was going to make you scream. Frustrated with your panties he pulled them down, throwing them away and opening your legs wide enough for him to watch your wet entrance. He licked his lips unconsciously, your heart thundering in your chest “You're so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” He lowered himself until his lips were against the inside of your thigh “But you are so fucking stubborn sometimes” He whispered, leaving butterfly kisses on your skin “Talking back to me with that dirty mouth of yours” He licked dangerously close to your wet lips, your body tensing underneath him “That's why when you behaved so well tonight I knew I had to do something, I had to repay the favor, hadn't I kitten?”

“Yes sir, a-ah!” Your answered was cut when his lips hovered over your clit and he directly started sucking on it. He didn't give you any warnings, you didn't even expect him to eat you out tonight but here he was, with his head between your legs, licking and sucking as if his life depended on it. Jooheon could do things with his tongue that you weren't sure that were possible in this world. “F-Fuck Jooheon…” He spanked you hard, groaning against your pussy “S-Sorry, s-sir”

“Good girl” He whispered again, licking your most sensitive part as he kept his eyes up on yours “You taste like honey, so sweet baby...So good” The pet name got you holding back a moan, unlike your first time together Jooheon was treating you so well tonight “I might get addicted to you, would you let me do this again?” He smirked going down to keep licking

“Of course I would sir” You moaned out, gripping the bed sheets.

“That’s right, because who you belong to kitten?”

“Im all yours sir”

Jooheon moaned, his body getting incredibly tense as he slowly slid two fingers inside of you. The two of you made eye contact and it was like the world stop moving, like time only kept going for you and Jooheon. He was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm and he didn't seem to have intentions of stopping tonight.

“I almost forgot how tight you are” He whispered kissing up your body until your lips met again, Jooheon letting you taste yourself on his lips, he groaned moving his fingers, carefully stretching you out as he searched for your g-spot “Mhmm, moan for me kitten, I'll deal with the neighbors if they come to complain” He nuzzled you, moving his lips down your neck to suck a mark right there before he started moving his fingers incredibly fast. “Because they will baby” He spoke over the sound of your moans, his hot breath hitting the right spots on your skin “We’re not letting them sleep tonight” As much as you tried to hold yourself back, as soon as those words slipped from Jooheon's lips and his fingers stretched your inner walls once again you reached your first orgasm of the night.

You moaned his name really loud as he helped you ride out your high, his fingers never ceasing their movement no matter how loud you got. After some time, Jooheon pulled his fingers out of you, giving you a small break. He licked and sucked his own fingers before he leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans and hard breathing.

“So fucking sexy kitten, I love watching your face when you come undone” He whispered against your lips, pulling down his underwear and placing himself between your legs. “But you know what I love more?” He asked innocently, looking down at you as he placed his forearms on each side of your face, his lips almost touching yours “Being inside of you”

The two of you didn't need to say anything else as he moved his hips against yours, sliding his erection inside of you, groaning everytime you clenched around him trying to get used to his length. Once he was deep inside of you, he let out a moan, quieting himself when he pressed his lips against yours again in a passionate kiss.

“You feel so good” You whispered against his lips, his hips stuttering due to your words

“You feel fucking amazing kitten” He complimented in return, groaning as he rested his forehead against yours.

You wouldn't say Jooheon was making love to you, in fact, it didn't took too long for him to start moving roughly into you with hard and fast thrusts. However, the way his lips moved with yours the way his eyes looked into yours showed a passion that simple fucking didn't have. Right there, between the two of you, feelings that weren't being acknowledged started growing, incrementing the need for one another, the pleasure his hips made you feel.

“S-Sir” You whispered, legs around his waist, arms around his neck to keep his body as close to you as possible “I'm so close”

The only sounds in your apartment were the loud moans coming from the both of you in the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin and some occasional yet passionate dialogue between the two of you. The neighbors were so going to come to complain later, they simply weren't used to such...Activities.

“M-Me too baby” He replied, nudging your head with his to peck your lips “Wait for me, cum with me (Y/N)”

“Harder please sir” You begged “Make me remember tomorrow what we did tonight”

Jooheon lost it there, he started moving so hard and fast against you that at some point you feared he was going to break your bed. You weren't complaining though, it hurt a little but the pleasure was so fucking good you never wanted him to stop moving.

“I-I'm cumming!” You shouted, Jooheon moaned

“Say my name (Y/N), fucking shout it”

Oh and you so did. You started screaming his name over and over again with each thrust, getting louder to the point you were screaming when the both of you reached your orgasms. Jooheon moaned your name too and it was the most beautiful thing you've ever heard in your life, something you would never get tired of hearing.

Jooheon’s thrusting slowed down once the two of you were done but he never moved from above you. He pressed his body harder against yours since he was too tired from keeping himself up, his face buried in your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You were doing the same, hands unconsciously moving up and down his back as you tried to stop panting, feeling his cum leaking out of you.

“Shit…(Y/N)...” He groaned when he pulled himself out of you, rolling over to lay by your side “I almost pass out on you, that orgasm was...Wow” The boyish smile on his face made you chuckle, it was probably the first time you were having a conversation with him were insults and sarcasm weren’t involve.

“Same here, I still am struggling to breathe” He chuckled at your words, turning his head to still look at you “Come here” Whining like a small sleepy kid, Jooheon pulled you closer to him, pressing your chest against his side. “Can I sleep here tonight? Or would you prefer if I go back to my place?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his question “You can stay here” You muttered quietly, your muscles relaxing as he caressed your back “Don’t expect me to make pancakes in the morning because I doubt I’ll be able to get out of bed”

“Mhmm” A smug smile pulled up his lips as he leaned down to kiss you, his naked body pressed against yours “You asked for it” He chuckled when you blushed, burying your face in his neck “Look” Jooheon let out a soft sigh, his mind preparing the words he was going to say “I truly don’t know what’s going on between us anymore” He admitted chuckling, his eyes watching your face “But maybe we don’t have to be insulting each other constantly, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s not so bad” You replied with a small smile kind of glad that Jooheon was as confused about everything as you.

“How about you come out with me and the guys on Friday? We’ll be celebrating the end of a job and we’re going to have dinner somewhere, probably head to a club after dinner” He proposed, it was his weird way of asking you out. Going on a date with six other people wasn’t ideal but honestly? You couldn’t be happier.

“You sure? Thought you didn’t want people to see us”

“That’s because I wanted to keep you safe” Jooheon explained, playing with your hair absentmindedly “But now that you’ve met other bosses, there’s no point on keeping you hidden” He yawned, resting his head against yours “So are you coming?”

“Yeah, why not?” You replied, hiding your smile against the crook of his neck.

“Great”

Jooheon and you got quiet, probably because he had fallen asleep. You struggled a little though, not used to sharing a bed with somebody. It wasn’t until maybe an hour later that you were dozing off when his voice woke you up.

“Kitten?”

“Mhm?” You asked half asleep.

“Don’t wear that dress though, I don’t want the guys flirting with you”

Poor Jooheon didn’t know you had dresses worse than the one you wore tonight and that you were planning to wear one of them.

What? You just loved this new side of him.

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Okay SO--

Since nobody wanted to answer me right now and I was dying to write, I wrote beginning's for BOTH of my ideas. God almighty I really hope I didn't just start two different stories running at the same time.....NO. NO I WILL NOT. You have to CHOOSE which one you get now, and which one you get later.

The first one is called "Caught In The Storm" and the second one.....I can't think of a pithy title right now.

So...yeah. CHOOSE.

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PS- For the first one, you really need to have heard or listen to "Caught In The Storm" By Katherine McPhee as heard on SMASH.

"Caught In The Storm"

“Okay I want you guys to be COMPLETELY honest, be brutally honest,” You instructed the group as Kelsey sat at the piano. They all agreed and yelled cheers as you began to sing:

You can push me away

I can take it

I can make you a promise

and break it

We know the way it goes by now

Running off just to see

if I chase you

I pretend I know how to replace you

Still we get tangled up somehow

You danced around the stage, singing happily to your “family”, that basically consisted to the entire NYC SVU squad and your two best friends, Kenneth and Kelsey.

Hear it thunder

And I wonder

How long can I hang on

I'm caught in the storm

I'm caught in the rain

I'm caught in the rush that hides this pain

I'm ready to drown

But it's coming down

But I feel so alive

Just let me go

Just walk away

If you love someone you never let them stay

Caught in the storm

You didn’t have the best family life growing up. Your dad was out of the picture, your mom worked 3 jobs just to keep a roof over your head, so you were alone a LOT of the time. You and your next door neighbor Kenny had become fast friends, and often his dad Fin would let you stay for dinner, even sometimes overnight if your mom was going to be really late.

As the bars on The Bowery are closing

You arrive at the door standing frozen

You say you thought you'd find me here

Tell me how I begin to forget you

When you keep coming back and I let you

Love me until you disappear

From then on, even when you went through high school and college, Fin was your “dad”. And when he became a detective at SVU, you’d often visit him because you didn’t live next door to him anymore and he seemed to ALWAYS be working.

I'm caught in the storm

I'm caught in the rain

I'm caught in the rush that hides this pain

You had quickly been “adopted” by Olivia Benson, and the other members of the squad. However, people began to shuffle in and out of the unit, the only consistency being your “mom” and “dad”. Currently, your “extended family” consisted of Nick Amaro, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins and Rafael Barba, the ADA that often worked the SVU cases in court.

I'm ready to drown

But it's coming down

But I feel so alive

It had always been your dream to be a famous singer, but so far the closest thing you had to fame was being adored at Karaoke Nights at every club and bar you could find. But now, this was your big break. Someone at one of those karaoke nights owned a small up and coming bar/club, real nice and classy, and he wanted live music. A house singer, to be exact. Someone to sing there EVERY night, be adored ALL the time. Your big audition was tomorrow morning, and the “gang” had all agreed to come down and listen to your audition song at the club.

Just let me go

Just walk away

If you love someone

You never let them stay

Caught in the storm

You had been making sure you made eye contact with everyone during the song, dancing and twirling on the stage gleefully. You were losing yourself in the song, the lyrics speaking to you, as the bridge came up.

Let me wash away

You can find me after the flood

Let me wash away

The piano cut out for a moment after the crescendo, lightly dancing notes out of it now, leaving you in your head about the song’s meaning.

Caught in the storm

Caught in the rain

Caught in the rush that hides this pain

You didn’t even think, you just sang the last lines looking STRAIGHT into Rafael Barba’s eyes.

If you love someone

You find a way to stay

Caught in the storm

Suddenly you heard Kelsey clear her throat VERY loudly as she played the end of the song and you realized what you had been doing. You quickly looked down at the floor, praying to God no one noticed it.

Hmmm…..

You sang the last note to the floor, then looked up with the biggest fake smile you could and curtsied awkwardly while you turned to Kelsey and nodded for her to follow you as you bolted backstage.

“Tell me you didn’t notice anything at the end,”

“Oh you mean when you basically stared holes into the ADA’s eyes when you sang YOU LOVE SOMEONE?” She asked. “Oh yeah no, totally unnoticeable,” she added sarcastically.

“Fuuuuccccccccckkkkkkk…..”

“Y’all, WHAT was that?!” Kenny suddenly came from offstage to join the conversation. “Y/N, Girl were you drinking before this or just taking stupid pills?”

“I can’t...I’m not going to deal with this right now,” You waved them both away and walked out to face your “family”.

“Oooookay well, it’s totally getting late and I appreciate you guys hearing me out, get home safe!” You awkwardly spit out a million words a minute, looking around the room above everyone’s eyelines. It was like Stevie Wonder was giving them a goodbye spiel.

You quickly turned on your heels to bolt backstage and wait it out until they left, but the last voice you wanted to hear spoke up.

“Don’t you wanna hear our opinions, baby girl?”

You sighed and turned slowly to face all of them, their faces mostly super uncomfortable. You looked to Fin, who had made you stay.

“Yeah, sure-- go for it,” You threw your hand up dejectedly and waited for the drop.

“Well I’d say it was excellent, except for the part where you were eye fucking Barba,”

And there it was.

“FIN!” Olivia hit him, the rest of the squad squirming uncomfortably. You didn’t dare to see what Rafael was doing.

“Yep, there it is,” You rolled your eyes, starting to walk away.

“Where are you going Y/N, we’re gonna talk about this!” He started angrily walking after you.

“Talk about WHAT, Fin?” You spun around.

“Have you been screwing Barba behind my back?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“WHAT?! NO!” You gasped in horror.

“NO,” Rafael added almost on top of you.

“He has nothing to do with it, Fin,” You assured him.

“Good because you and him, NEVER gonna happen,” He gestured between the two of you.

“Okay FIRST of all, I love you Fin but I’m a grown woman and you can’t tell me who to date!” You scoffed.

“Oh please Y/N you’re 22, you’re still my baby--”

“And SECONDLY,” You interrupted him. “I’m not ACTUALLY your daughter, so you don’t get an opinion,”

“And THIRDLY, I really, REALLY don’t want to have a long conversation with ANY of you about how I just professed my love for Rafael on--”

“Love? You’re in love with him now?” Fin interjected again, turning to Rafael. “What did you do?!”

“Oh my god, FIN,” You stood in between them. “He didn’t do anything, this is all on me,”

“This is insane, you are NOT--” Fin tried to start bitching at you once again, but Kenny came to the rescue.

“Dad, just let them be. She’s right this ain’t any of our business, no matter how angry you are right now okay? Just...let’s go, yeah?”

“Yeah alright…” Fin nodded to Kenny, then turned to you. “We’re going to talk tomorrow,”

“Can’t wait,” You muttered under your breath as they walked outside. Finally over that little debacle you started to make a beeline for the backdoor when you heard another voice you really didn’t want to.

“Y/N….Don’t you think we need to talk?”

You turned back to see Rafael standing there with a concerned look on his face. Awesome. You looked behind him noticing the rest of the squad waving goodbye at you and excusing themselves, leaving you and him alone.

“You know I really need to get some sleep before tomorrow, and--” You started to walk away, but Rafael grabbed your hand.

“Y/N…”

“What?!” You spun around again, now angry and tears in your eyes.

“What, Rafael? Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘Gee you know what Y/N I didn’t realize it until this very second, but I’m in love with you too!’, then I REALLY don’t need to hear it, trust me,”

“Y/N come on, just talk to me,”

“Rafael I get it,” You bit back tears.

“You’re too old, or Fin’s too much of your friend, and I never should have said anything, but I did. But I’ve got the biggest audition of my LIFE tomorrow. So what I’d really like to do right now is go home, cry, drink and forget this night ever happened so that I can just focus on that, can I do that? Please?”

“I…” Rafael dropped your hand, but still looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Yeah, I guess so,”

“Thank you,” You nodded to Kelsey who followed you out the back door, leaving Rafael alone in the dark and empty club.

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"Role Model" or TBD

“Shit, he’s going to kill me,” You muttered as you glanced at your phone. You were already twenty minutes late to Kenneth's party, and you were still stuck in traffic about a block away.

“You know what, I can walk from here,” You nodded to your UBER driver and exited the car, running down to the bar. You finally made it, glancing at the neon sign: BUDDY’S. It was you and your best friend’s favorite bar, and now you were late for his party.

You quickly gave the doorman your name and he nodded you in. The place was packed, per usual. You didn’t see anyone you recognized so you headed up to the bar and ordered a Porn Star Martini while you texted Kenny to see where he was.

“Oh my God do you think she knows?”

“She showed up so I’m guessing not,”

You glanced over to see two classmates from your law school a few feet away. They were clearly drunk and speaking louder than they believed they were.

“I can hear you, morons,” You rolled your eyes as the bartender handed you your drink.

“Oh! Y/N,” The first one giggled as they both stumbled over. “Sorry, we didn’t see you there,”

“Right,” You gave them a sarcastic smile. “And what exactly don’t I know?”

“That--” The other one started, but someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Kenneth! Happy birthday! I’m so sorry I’m late it’s--”

“Please don’t kill me,” He cut you off.

“...Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“No, I’m saying it to you, and I’m saying it again. Please don’t kill me, and I’d like to add I had NO idea this was going to happen,”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I, um-- I invited my dad,”

“You invited your dad, to a gay club?” You sipped your drink with a skeptical look.

“I mean I mentioned it to him, I didn’t think he’d actually show up,”

“Okay so, what? You think your dad’s gonna cramp our style or--”

“He brought his friends,” He added with a very serious tone.

“...What do you mean, he brought his friends?” Your heart started racing.

“What do you think I mean?”

“Hey Hey party people-- OH. Y/N! You came!” Your other best friend Gabi walked up with shots.

“Give me that,” You stole the shot and took it immediately, the familiar burn of vodka travelled down your throat.

“Nice to see you too,” She snorted, then noticed Kenneth’s face. “Oh you told her, didn’t you?”

“Told me what?” You asked, praying to God you didn’t know the answer already.

“I think you know,” Kenneth gave you another apologetic look.

“We’re in the back,” Gabi grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

“Who’s we--” You started to ask, but then you saw them. At the back of the club, in a small secluded area with plush couches and a table sat a couple of your mutual friends, his dad Fin Tutola, and the entire squad of NYC SVU.

“I’m going to--” You growled under your breath.

“Please don’t kill me,” He whispered back.

“I won’t if you tell me tweedle dee and tweedle ditz haven’t been running their mouths off back here,”

“NO,” Kenneth almost yelled. “I have kept those vultures away from here all night, but--” He glanced over at the two girls who were obviously failing at flirting with the very gay men at the bar. “You know they’re just waiting to take you down,”

“So we’ll just wait them out,” Gabi shrugged as she came back from the bar with more shots. “Or, y’know shuffle him out the back door,”

“Shut up,” You took another shot from the tray and downed it.

“Are you really sure you wanna--?” Kenneth asked as you downed a second one.

“If I’m about to come face to face with the man of my dreams for the first time ever, YEAH Kenny, I’m pretty sure I do,”

“Man of your dreams,” Gabi scoffed playfully behind you.

“Shut up!” You hit her again. “He’s beautiful, he’s perfect, he’s--”

“Sitting RIGHT there,” Ken gestured to the group of “adults” now very much staring at your trio.

“Show time,” Gabi giggled as you nervously followed Ken to their group.

“Dad, you remember Y/N,” Ken nodded to you.

“Yeah, the lawyer right?” Fin asked, making Rafael’s ears perk up; he stared right into your eyes while you swore up and down you would NOT pass out in front of a whole club full of people.

“Law student,” You nervously responded, trying to keep your eyes on Fin.

“Well this is Rafael, Barba, our ADA. Maybe you’ve heard of him?” As soon as Fin introduced Rafael to your group, Gabi let out a very loud laugh. You elbowed her so hard she almost fell over back into the crowd.

“Sorry…” She made a face at you.

“...Is that a yes?” Fin asked in confusion.

“Nick, Sonny!” Ken suddenly yelled at the two men sitting next to Fin and Barba. “This is my best friend Y/N!”

They both waved politely, but you caught them scanning your body up and down with approving smiles. Had Rafael done that? You had been too embarrassed to look. Did he approve?

“Boy you are so rude, we were in the middle of a--” Fin started again.

“This is Olivia and Amanda, our partners,” Nick suddenly interjected. “Just so you know, they’re not our girlfriends,” He emphasized.

“Subtle, Amaro,” Sonny snickered. “You’ll have to excuse him miss, he’s already had a few,”

“Are we all introduced now? Are we good?” Fin looked at each of his compadres who nodded and went back to their conversation, but you noticed Olivia looking between you and Barba.

“So I’m guessing you do know--”

“Y’know Fin, I think it’s pretty obvious she knows who he is,”

“Liv!” Rafael looked over at her with his mouth agape, shocked she was being so aggressive. “Annnnddd no more drinks for you,” He took the wine out of her hand.

“This cannot be happening…” You looked up at the sky and muttered to no one in particular.

“I’m going to get a refill,” You suddenly excused yourself, having downed your beverage in 2.5 seconds. As soon as you were gone, Kenneth hit his dad.

“Really, dad?”

“What? Does she not like him or something?” Fin was completely obtuse.

“Oh no she REALLY likes him--” Gabi started to laugh again but stopped immediately when she saw Kenneth’s death stare.

“I don’t understand how she even knows who I am?” Rafael looked between the two of them.

“Law school, term papers, I don’t know,” Kenneth shrugged, not entirely sure how you got your obsession with Rafael Barba started. “All I know is that she has a huge thing for you, and she told me that in confidence,”

“Barba?” Nick suddenly yelled, only hearing the last part of the conversation.

“She has a thing for Barba?!”

Were the first words to greet you as you rejoined the group, new drink in hand.

“Oh my GOD, Kenny?!” You screeched. “You--You TOLD them?”

Your eyes darted between Kenny, Amaro and Barba. You didn’t know what to do, or say. You wanted to scream, throw up and run away all at the same time.

“NO!!! No, Y/N look I--”

“Save it,” You threw your fresh drink in Kenny’s face and stormed back into the crowd.

“Thanks, Amaro,” Kenny sighed as he grabbed napkins to dry his face. Rafael looked to where you had run off to, then to Kenny, then to Fin.

“Should I--?”

“Oh good GOD no, please don’t,” Kenny assured him. “I’ll go get her, it’s my fault,” He sighed and ran through the crowd after you.

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Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 21: ~Friendship~

Summary: You spend more quality time with your best friend and best man!

Warnings: None.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1715

Author Notes: Sorry this chapter took so long! Had to take a break to get the creativity back. Expect weekly chapter updates to resume again!

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife @bookgirlunicorn

"What the hell is 'Leg Day'?" Your friend asked, looking rather confused.

Your cheeks immedietly got a little pink. You had remembered in the last live stream you did with Tom, he mentioned the infamous High-Rise 'Leg Day' inside joke you two had created in regards to the first love scene where Laing lifts Charlotte's legs up. He had referenced the joke while talking about how Zero Suit Samus fights in Smash Bros. Ultimate. He didn't explain it, though, keeping the inside joke as an inside joke.

"Umm.." You paused again. You really weren't sure how to explain it, or even if you should explain it. It was a bit...personal.

"Well...it's..."

Before you could really give a response, Tom knocked at the door, walking in once he had permission.

"Are you ladies hungry at all?" He asked. You could tell your friend liked being called that from him. You weren't offended by their little crush. You understood how they were feeling, and it honestly made you feel even luckier to be with Tom.

"I am." You smiled some.

"Me too!" Your friend chirped. "I've barely eaten today."

"Shall we go out for lunch? Say, 10 minutes?.." Tom smiled some.

"In 10 minutes works!" You chirped, and your friend nodded in agreement. Tom gave a little wave and left, closing the door again. Surprisingly, your friend didn't ask about Leg Day again, thankfully. They probably just forgot about it.

After a couple minutes, the three of you left to go get some lunch. Unfortunately by now, the paparazzi knew what streets you and Tom go down to get to places like the grocery store and restaurants, so you'd spot cameras at specific areas. Tom tried not to acknowledge the cameras as you all exited the vehicle after arriving at a lunch joint, but you and your friend gave a slight wave before entering the building, knowing they couldn't follow you in. You were surprised to see that no one in this lunch place knew Tom or you, so you didn't see anyone watching you while you all ate.

"How did you two meet, again?" Your friend asked as you waited for your food.

"I'm surprised she didn't tell you.." Tom smiled, referring to you.

"No I told her. She probably just wants to hear the story again.." You chuckled, getting a little grin from Tom. "We met when he came to my hotel room asking for an extra towel. I didn't even know it was him at that moment.."

"I don't blame you. Me and Loki look nothing alike.." Tom smirked.

"Still, I should've recognized those nice eyes immedietly.." You admitted, getting another big smile from Tom. "It was actually (BF/N) that helped me remember who you were."

"Really?" Tom asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, I had a call with her on that bus ride to the meeting. That's when she told me. After that, I met you at the meeting the director had set up. That's where I learned we would be costars.."

"Ooh, and the rest is history.." Your friend giggled, nudging you some.

"Do you think you would've realized it was me at the meeting, if she hadn't of reminded you?" Tom asked curiously.

"I mean, they said your last name in the meeting.." You nodded some. "My anxiety would've gone through the roof." You joked, Tom smirking somewhat mischievously.

"I hope you guys weren't having super obvious eye-sex at the meeting." Your friend joked with a chuckle.

"Oh not at all. Not until we got to his hotel room that day.." You admitted with a wink. Tom gave a little snicker.

"I was quite tempted to make a move then, I'll admit.." Tom smirked.

"So was I.." You grinned, seeing Tom's eyes darken and look you over.

"Hey." Your friend snapped their fingers some. "We're in public! Y'all are like rabbits. Jesus.." They shook their head, making you and Tom laugh.

"People would lose their minds if they heard this conversation, I swear.." Your friend laughed, leaning back against their seat.

It was nice reminiscing about your first couple days with Tom, before you had even begun to share a living space. You remember the dark fantasies that had been playing in your head when you went back to his hotel room with him. Now you've probably relived those fantasies twice as much as you expected in your bedroom, and now especially out of the bedroom.

"Let them hear." You shrugged, noticing Tom's slight surprise. You had started to come across paparazzi the more you and Tom have gone out. You wondered if any one of them had watched your streams to get any juicy gossip. Things have been amazing. Any gossip has been good and just excites fans.

During lunch, you talked a lot about your streams. Tom's been really interested in the technical side of it. He's almost been a regular guest. You guys can't even count how many inside jokes you've created.

Leg Day will always be your favourite, of course. It was practically the first.

After dinner, you all returned back to Tom's house. You all decided to stream together. It would probably be a while until the three of you get together again. Now's a good time for it. You all got to play a game together too, deciding to pick Smash Ultimate since it had just come out. Helping Tom figure out these games is one of the best parts of streaming with him. He could be so old sometimes.

"Oh my God, enough with the legs!" You chuckled as you fought against your best friend. They're good with Zero Suit Samus, and they use the Up B attack when you're about 100% to get a stock off you. They're really good.

"What, I thought you liked Leg Day?" Tom commented with a smirk, getting a shy but playful chuckle out of you.

"I don't wanna hear any of that shit, big dog." You chuckled. You could practically hear Tom's big grin as he gave out that iconic 'ehehehe' laugh.

"Y'all still have to tell me what that means." Your friend commented. You gave a slight playful glance to Tom, and he returned the expression. This is very entertaining.

Further into the stream, you were letting your friend teach Tom how to play. He wanted to get better with Joker.

"Joker is a pretty cool character." You admitted with a little smile, keeping an eye on chat while watching Tom and your friend play.

"He seems cool.." Tom smiled. He liked using the white school uniform skin, rather than the mask skins.

"I like his mask. It suits him." Your friend added. "Do you think Loki would ever wear a mask?"

"I don't think he'd want anything to cover his face.." Tom replied. "He may wear one to a Ball, as like a disguise.."

"Who would want to cover those eyes?" You smiled, getting a bashful smile from Tom.

"Very true.." Tom nodded.

As Tom was learning to play, you kept an eye on chat. In a quick moment, something caught your eye.

"Someone sent in a donation and just wrote in 'Nut Hiddleston' and it's really confusing.."

Your friend laughed. "Tom Nut Hiddleston.." They spoke, making you laugh as well.

"Nut? What? What does that mean?" Tom asked, a little confused. "Like a peanut?"

Oh God. That just made you laugh more. How can this man be so innocent in public, but a freak under the bed sheets?

"Sure. A peanut.." You nodded, though you could tell Tom didn't believe that's what it actually meant.

"What? What does it mean?" He asked again, getting all confused when you and your friend giggled. "What does nut mean?"

Him repeating the question just made you laugh more. Hearing it with such a concern tone in his voice was just hilarious. You were starting to notice that little small things he did were funnier than you'd normally think, like him giving little smiles or dropping something. It would give you a warm feeling in your chest, too.

You finally leaned in close to his ear to whisper what it meant. His expression went from slight confusion, to complete embarrassment.

"O-Oh my.." Tom blushed heavily, fixing his glasses. "I-I see.." You giggled again, shaking your head.

"How did you not know what it means?" Your friend asked Tom with a little laugh.

"I don't keep up with today's lingo!" Tom chuckled. "I just learned of what TikTok was the other day..."

"Oh God, TikTok.." Your friend cringed some, making you laugh. "Stay far away from that App, Tom.."

"From what I've heard, I can understand that.." Tom agreed.

After the stream was over, you all got ready for bed. You helped your friend get settled in the guest room, your former bedroom, before going back to your new room to lay down with Tom. You crawled into bed and nuzzled up to his half naked figure. He smiled and wrapped an arm around you.

"I nearly forget the times we slept in separate beds.." Tom admitted.

"I nearly forget what it's like not to wake up with jelly legs.." You added with a shy blush, getting a chuckle from Tom.

"It's not too much, is it?" He asked. "I'm a bit of an...adventurous lover."

"No, it's great.." You smiled, pecking Tom's chest. "You're great.."

Tom smiled, turning off the little side lamp so the room would get dark, laying down on his pillow and closing his eyes to fall asleep.

"...I'm gonna miss this.." You admitted, making him open his eyes again. "After March, you're headed back to the UK and I'm headed home.."

Tom detected the sadness in your voice. Truthfully, he would miss this too, but he couldn't possibly ask you to move in with him, or at the very least, spend another couple months away from home.

"...Hey now, that's not for another couple months.." Tom spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's enjoy the time we still have together.." He pecked your forehead, making you smile a bit.

"I know.." You spoke in a soft tone, nuzzling close before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

You can't keep delaying this conversation forever, though.

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