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rippersz · 3 months

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𝖸𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖨 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈.

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(DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) (TW: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, slight glorification of both; gore, toxic love, fluffy love, nightmares, etc.) (Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader)

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"Where could I rest but in your hurricane?" ~ Erica Jong

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There’s hot breath at your heels. And a pounding in your head. And your feet are sore and your neck is aching and everything kind of hurts. Like you’ve been dragged across rocky lands by your ankles, only just given the chance to run once cut loose from rope binds.

Blindly, you turn corners.

Where are you?

One right, one left.

What’s happened?

One left, one right.

How do you get out?

Two lefts.

Is this a maze?

Two rights.

Is there an end?

No.

Just more darkness.

Something smacks the grass behind you, trampling it beneath heavy feet. Heavy… paws? You can’t tell. You don’t want to look back. The only way through is forward and forward is leading you to Hell. But there is no other choice.

You keep going.

Cool sweat paints your back, your temples, your upper lip and your thighs. Making you shiver through the hazy mist. Blood rushing and lungs burning. You can never get far enough. Never go fast enough. It gains whatever ground you trek and its warm breath laps like waves at your ankles.

“Come,” it’s telling you. “Give in to me.”

“You know you want to.”

“You know this is who you are.”

There’s light at the end. There. In the distance. One smooth run away. Only a few steps. You can do it. You can make it. Or you can run the other way, into the darkness. Or you can stop and let yourself be eaten. Consumed. It depends. What do you want to do? Where do you want to go?

The light.

It’s a saving grace.

The good ending.

Your mind hurts and your bones feel stiff but still you must go. Still you must try.

One foot in front of the other. Go. Go go go. Time is running out. The light gets closer. Closer. The beast chuckles somewhere behind you. A warm sound that slips through red teeth and pale skin.

“You’re precious to me,” it coos, watching your body push itself to ash. “Can’t you see that?”

No.

No you don’t want to.

This isn’t worth it.

Nothing is worth it.

There-

The light.

Close.

Closer.

Go.

There-

No.

…

..what?

…it’s… no. It’s just a lamp.

You stop, vision blurring, knees trembling. Staring as if your gaze could change reality. Just a lamp.

It’s just a lamp. Resting on a long branch. With a fake candle in the middle.

What?

What is this?

Why is this-

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

No.

Yes.

No, please-

Yes, right here-

“Look. Give in.”

Your feet shift without warning. Your body is pulled- you steer it- toward the beast. And you cannot stop it. You cannot do anything.

But you don’t want to.

Do you?

You move of your own accord.

You let it take you.

You see, in the dark, its bulky form.

You find comfort in what it can offer you. You find bliss in its soft fur and its glowing eyes. So many eyes. It is beautiful. It smiles wide.

“This is it, dearheart.”

Its voice is low and smooth and human.

You swallow.

“I love you.”

Which one of you said it?

Why did you say it first?

A tear slips down the side of your cheek, and you are smiling.

This is home.

Its glowing eyes are brighter than the sun. This is your good ending, you see.

This is it.

“I love you, too.”

You take a step forward.

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There is a deep harsh ringing in your ears when your heart jumps to your throat. You try to grasp it, the panic, before it escapes - but it’s too late. You’re too slow. And your eyes are wide, aching, when they meet the dark wall opposite the bed. There’s sweat painting your back and neck, dampening the hairs at your nape, and your hands are clenched around the bedsheets. They’re sore. Tense. You’re wound up like a spring but there’s nowhere to bounce off to.

It wasn’t real, of course. It wasn’t real. It didn’t even feel real. And yet you were still scared.

Are scared.

Hyper aware of the way your body thrums, thumping from the adrenaline of a chase you never experienced. You quake in your meager bed. Thoughts swirl in a near deafening tornado. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know what to think. The silence is potent. Thick with its desire to have you killed. Maimed and left for dead.

You’re not ready to die. You’re not ready to leave just yet. The heaving gulps of air you take are so soothing, so comforting, you can’t die- you won’t die.

What if there’s something behind the door?

There isn’t. Don’t be stupid.

Skulking about. Waiting for you. Long fingers twitching and white eyes blazing and smile so wide it stretches the skin into its hairline. Smelling of rot and disgust. What if it is there. What if the beast, with its heavy paws and changing voice, lurks along with it. Two beasts. More monsters. A cacophony of horror waiting for you to leave.

There’s nothing there. Stop it.

But your eyes shift anyway, glancing, and suddenly the walls have peep holes and the bathroom is hiding something in the dark. Deep chuckles and hungry tongues and desperation to mutilate you. Watching you. Eager for your blood. For your bones and your flesh. You shiver, darting wide eyes around in the emptiness - as though looking at the monsters, facing them, could possibly save you. But they can’t. Nothing can. There, in the corner, is a stranger. A tall figure, too tall for the room, with a head that’s upside down and eyes too wide for its slim face. It smiles. Still and prone in the dark. It is watching. It is waiting.

You can’t do this.

You can’t do this again.

Are you hallucinating?

It doesn’t matter.

There’s a slight glow beneath the door, caused by the flicker of hallway candlelight, and you’re scrambling out of bed before you can think. Before you can even stop yourself and pause and maybe turn on a light and come to the realization that you’re overreacting. It’s too cold, it’s too dark. Your hand slips on the doorknob, your bare feet fall sensitive on the chilled floor, your legs shake as you tear out of your bedroom. You don’t even know where you’re going. What can protect you? What place can hide you? The beast lurks around each corner. The tall figure follows behind. You can hear its footsteps. Are they yours?

Where are you going?

Who are you looking for?

What does safety mean when you are not home?

Your heart stutters as the pad of your foot hits the ground too hard and your leg goes buckling beneath you. No. Now is not where you fall. Now is not where you die. The figure gains, and you catch yourself against concrete brick with a loud ‘slap!’, and the sound spurs you again.

Running.

Like the dream.

Running where?

Is this the maze? Were they the same thing? No. No, couldn’t have been. There is no branch here with a fake lamp. There is no false candle flicker. There is only darkness and only silence and the embarrassing pitter-patter of your quick feet that make you cringe. You are being too loud. They will always know where you are. They will always find you.

What place is safe?

Where does protection exist in the dark?

There is no one to save you. No arms to run into. You run for so long, hearing the thumps of your own heart and mistaking them as chasing creatures, that the sweat on your back renews. It drops to the curve of your spine. You feel sick with your fear, with the way it suffocates you slowly. Draws you to the dark.

You can’t keep going. You can’t feel your legs. You don’t know where you are. You don’t-

Principal’s Quarters.

Oh.

No.

No, there’s-

No.

Are you serious? Is this it? Is this your lamp? Is this your plastic flame? Your end and your beginning? Is this where you will always return? The orbit you were born into? The infinity you occupy? The ouroboros you are caught in, eating your own tail, returning to your end? Your death? Your liberation?

The monsters lurk. They are behind you. You can’t turn - you won’t.

It is smiling, it is huffing, it is there, and you are in front of a twisted salvation that will embrace you with clean arms and red lips and blue eyes. Not white. Not a grin too large. Just right. Perfection. On the outside. On the inside, something a little rotted. But you don’t mind. This is your only choice, as you cannot turn around. As you won’t.

“Larissa?” Your voice is soft, weak, in the silence. There is no answer. There is no savior.

Your knuckles begin to pain as you knock on the door, hitting the wood so hard you can feel the pangs of hurt run through your tendons. Right down to your wrist. You knock once. Twice. You knock a third time and then you knock again, until it flows into one steady stream of sound that only draws the creatures nearer and as you knock, you fear that if she doesn’t open up soon, you will not be alive when she gets back. You will not be breathing. You will not be there to hold and pick up. There will be no more infinity and no more liberation. No more shared secrets and sobbed apologies and no more memories of how you untangled yourselves from the closet floor and sat in her living room at a complete loss for words. No more tension. No more quiet understanding. No more glancing at each other and no more weeks of avoidance. No more yearning. Strange yearning. Out of place yearning. No more thinking about apologies and warm hands and the way she held you together. No more contemplating the lack of fear- the nonexistence of it- because when you looked down, there was no blood beneath her fingernails. No blood on her teeth. No carnage in her form. Because you were safe and she would not hurt you and you were special and she would not eat you and you’re not sure if she loves you but that doesn’t matter right now because dear god Larissa just please- please- open the door-!

And so it opens. And the gods have answered.

“What on E-”

Your fist lands blindly on the soft skin of an exposed collarbone and before you can stop yourself, grasp onto a nearby wall or gain some sense, you are falling. Shifting into the depths, the churning tides of the room beyond, and letting out a small squeak as you go. For a long moment, everything is one quick whirl of dim light, dark shadow, and fear. It jumps to your tongue, climbs to your mouth and your hands, and you are clawing at the person that has opened the door. Behind you, as your head knocks to the side and a glimpse of the hallway grows clear, you swear you see movement. Creatures fleeing. Running away, back into the night, because they have come across something unknown. Tails between their legs and ears pressed back. Eyes wide with terror. They have run into the heart of a bigger beast. A smarter beast. A beast that watches with a gaze of cut cerulean and a tongue sharper than a knife’s edge. A beast so intelligent and cunning, it is capable of fooling the world. Tricking the tricksters. One big painting of iron-clad facades and not a single sniffing nose looking for her. A beast that opens her arms to you, and draws you in, and will not hurt you even if you beg.

A beast whose arms, cool and familiar, go running around your waist, eager to keep you from smashing your teeth out onto the hard floor. Her hold is strong and desperate, weakened from sleep, but good enough to clutch and pull you closer. Into safety. Large hands immediately press at your back, flung wide from surprise; and warm breath is pushed out in a rush from modest lungs. You cling to this post of life, to this beam of gold, to this beast, as your feet scramble over the threshold and the door slams! itself back into place behind you.

Safety at last.

From one darkness into another.

But this darkness has no interest in hunting you. She is only surprised that you have shown up at all.

“Y/n? What’s going on? Are you hurt?” Her hands fly to your waist, going to push you back to get a better look at you, but the fear still runs thick and you need a moment to think - so you push yourself closer and nearly topple the poor woman off balance.

“Sorry,” you mumble into her shoulder, finding immediate comfort in the smell of everything Larissa. It should be off-putting to push your face against her, to fall in love with the softness of her hastily thrown on robe, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. She is here and you are safe and as long as she is here, you will always be safe. Somehow. Someway.

“It’s okay,” comes her soft whisper. “It’s okay.”

Her gentleness is unexpected. Wasn’t it only about three weeks ago when you were running all over Nevermore, scared out of your mind? Frightened that she’d eat you alive–even though she said she wouldn’t? Full of begrudging trust and weepy eyes as you fell apart on the carpet of her walk-in closet? Was a bit of space, a bit of time, all you needed in order to come running back like the love-sick fool you are?

Or was it always meant to be like this? Running back to Larissa, who would probably always wipe the blood off of her lips and out of her mouth before trying to kiss you. Never wanting you to witness her horrors, no matter how self-indulgent. You think for just a moment, as you stand there melting into her body and shivering as her fingers go tangling into your hair, that you may be able to live the lie. Nothing is wrong. When you’re with her, there are no nightmares. When you’re with her, you’re safe. She will brush her teeth and then you will kiss her senseless. She will wash her hands and then she will touch your skin, reverent and desperate. She will wash the red from her hair and then she will let you brush it.

A modern romance. No horror. You can live it, you think. If only you tried.

“Are you alright?” She eventually whispers, heart beating steadily beneath your cheek and ear. Clearly, she’s worried. Trying to keep the tremor out of her voice but still swimming in relief because you’ve come to her. Out of all the people to go to and you came to her. You know she feels a new sense of hope, because you do too. Three weeks without confronting the depth of everything only led to sadness. Sadness and emptiness and desire. A deep clawing desire that begged you every day to show up in front of her and demand her attention. Knock on her office door, the door to her quarters, the door to her teacher’s room, anywhere everywhere, just for a moment of her time. Just to look into her eyes and know that you were okay. You wanted to be okay so bad. But you never gave in. You never went searching. You would’ve soon rather chained your feet to your desk than run out of your room and go to her.

Though now here you are, with your body working against you. Betrayal spelled in bold letters. Leading you back to the beast you want.

“No.” You’re safe, yes, but you’re not alright. You’re frazzled and tired and sleep has been an elusive creature and all you want is rest. So much rest you grow fat and lazy with it. Rest so good and long that it comes spilling out of your ears. Rest that hasn’t lied beside you in days because sleeping alone has proven so difficult. So bloody difficult in a way it hasn’t been in so long. And you don’t know what to do anymore. Running from imaginary creatures, nightmares that followed you in your mind, was the last straw. You’re exhausted. A sigh shakes your body, making your shoulders rise and fall with its strength.

Large palms find their way there, onto your biceps, and gently squeeze.

“What do you need?” Larissa’s voice is so kind, so open and sweet, you want to cry. “Tell me and I’ll do what I can.”

You don’t know. You really don’t know. All you can understand, accept, is the comfort of her strong arms. The power of her supple body. The protection she is giving you without wanting anything in return. So selfless a person, but so horrific a soul. You don’t know what you want from her aside from this eternity. This slice of heaven held near to her heart.

“I don’t know,” you shake your head, rubbing your forehead against the silk of her nightie. Your own has stopped sticking to your back, falling limp against the sweat that has cooled.

“A cup of tea, maybe?”

No. Not enough. You shake your head again.

“Okay,” she hums, “I may have some melatonin somewhere-”

“No,” you whisper. “It doesn’t- it won’t help.”

“Oh,” her shoulders jump as she gets an idea. “What about a bath? It might help.”

No. No no no. You’re much too tired to bathe. You’ll deal with that in the morning, even if you do feel a little gross. You’re recovering from a fear-induced marathon, your hair is greasy, and you’re probably a little smelly, but Larissa doesn’t care. She only holds you closer as you shake your head again and your chest goes slumping. You don’t want to bathe. You don’t want to do anything. You don’t even want to leave her side. The feeling of her breath, the rise and fall of her bust, is soothing enough to lull you to sleep. To a land of comforting dreams and maybe even a bit of blissful silence. Darkness. Not a thing to remember and thus, not a thing to dwell on. That’s what your body cries for. Larissa’s presence. The knowledge that she is safe, no matter what she has done.

“I-” your heart goes pounding away in your ears again, kick-started by anxiety. “I- can’t.” Why can’t you?

“Can’t do what, Y/n?” She manages then to pry you away from her, and holds you steady while she takes a small step back. Just so she can look into your eyes, lit up in the glare of the moon that shines through the living room’s tall gothic windows. It’s not too much light, but it’s enough. Enough for her to catch the desperation in your gaze and the way your cheeks go pink when you can view her properly. Finally revealed in the dim rays, her hair acts as a halo. Tied up in a loose bun, with flyaways going everywhere; face pale and free of makeup. Pink lips. Blonde lashes. Eyebrows so fair-haired you can barely see them, but still they are there. Delicate. So delicate and so lovely. You can’t imagine splashes of scarlet across her chin and chest. You can’t imagine the glint of murder in those cerulean eyes as she leans over a corpse. Gentle hands clenched so tight around a throat. Perfect teeth bared in a deep animalistic ferocity. You can’t picture it. You don’t want to.

But you want to fall asleep next to her? Good lord girl, get it together.

Get it together.

Why?

Why should you?

Why get it together, why even try, when you’re the exception?

“I don’t- I don’t want to- bath. Or drink tea.” You huff, finding it difficult to be honest under her intense blue eyes. Her lips instantly tug into a frown, reflecting her disappointment, but that’s the last thing you want. The straw that could probably break your back, so you’re quick to reassure. “I just- but I just-”

A hand finds your clenched fist. It caresses the hills of your knuckles. You glance at it, at the pale slender fingers, and you wonder (not for the first time) how such pretty palms- nails- glorious soft fingertips- could ever be capable of violence. Rough red violence that kills and maims and uses silver tines to tear apart cooked flesh. Steamed, grilled, poached to perfection by her own vein-deep desires. How can a willowy, strong, kind woman like Larissa ever want to kill? How can she feel even the smallest sparks of such vicious anger?

Unless it’s not done out of anger.

Unless it’s done out of pleasure.

An evil pleasure. Twisted with the kind of joy that comes from seeing another suffer. A slight inkling that perhaps the pain is deserved. Perhaps all humans need a little bit of it, a bit of searing- stabbing- hunting- in order to be humbled. Is that what she thinks? Is that what she feels? When she stands over them, when she looks at her shifting forearms and notices that the red stays red no matter what shape she takes - does she think about it then? Does she revel in it? Does she look just as beautiful? Do those doll lips pull up into a serene smile as she contemplates the richness of her impending dinner? Does she close her brilliant blue eyes when she hears the bones snap? Does she caress the cold face of a corpse and mourn their warmth before shoving their cheek into the shallows of dirty water and rushing off into the wood? Does she name them? Or does she know their names already? Does she have a system? Or is she spontaneous?

If you weren’t the exception, would you already be dead?

“Y/n-”

It doesn’t matter, you’ve decided. It doesn’t matter because you are the exception. And there is no point wasting precious thoughts on something as silly as your death. She will never hurt you. For some reason, she cares too much. And you are beyond exhausted, beyond drained, to trudge back to your own room and wait for the sun to rise before finally falling back asleep. The dark, recently, has become too haunting. And Larissa is so bright…

“I just wanna sleep,” you finally tell her, still entranced by the way her large hand covers your own. “I just want- rest. I’m so tired.” She can hear it in your voice, in the way your tone can’t reach higher than a hush. And your eyes, which flit to the broad line of her shoulders and the curved bit of her jaw. They’re shadowed and droopy and you’re too tired to explain any further.

Maybe, at a different time, perhaps in the morning, you will be able to tell her that not speaking for three weeks had nearly driven you completely mad. Focus did not exist for you while you taught. While you sat. While you lied awake in bed in the mornings and forced yourself to get up. She would walk the halls and you would pass her by and you’d glance and your eyes would meet and nothing would come of it. Beautiful woman, beautiful soul that she is, with her red hands and her secrets. Walking at a brisk pace to avoid being stopped by you, but you weren’t planning on asking her to talk. What sort of talking was there to do? Larissa wouldn’t stop and you wouldn’t ask her to. Some people are simply made to be outsiders. She runs a school of them, and still she is the most far removed. Perfectly sane and yet… and yet. The game was a different story. Adrenaline was high and she was in her element and you were a fool for ever agreeing to it but if you hadn’t…

“Alright,” comes the sweetest whisper, “I’ll take you back.”

If you hadn’t…

“No. No I don’t want that either. I just- I can’t-” you look up at her and plead with your eyes. You beg. You ask. Please. Please let me stay here with you.

If you hadn’t…

Recognition explodes in her gaze. Stay with her? You? You feel safe enough to do that? To sleep in the bed of a predator? To sink into her arms and yearn for more? Is that what a bit of warmth, a bit of care, can do? “Are you sure?” She is confused. Her perfect brows are furrowed. She thought you were scared. Of her. Of the dark. Of the monsters. Of her.

“Yes. I- yes. I can’t- I don’t want to be alone Larissa.” Her name is a concealed plea from your lips. Whispered and wanting.

If you hadn’t…

She is uncertain, running a soft thumb over your knuckles, but the last thing she wants is for you to go. Call it selfishness, call it disbelief, but she wants you near. Three weeks was too long. She’s missed you so much.

“Alright,” she murmurs, twisting her hands to run up to your shoulders. “Alright.” And she’s gently turning and steering you in front of her, walking you to the bedroom.

…then where would you be?

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Next part may include some kissy kissy lovey lovey... Lemme know if you wanna see it. - Rip x

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qtkarma · 8 months

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GLORY BOX

you and nanami fuck in the back of his very expensive orange bentley.

tw ; f!reader, smut, age difference, teacher x student

a/n it’s not specified how much, but the characters are aged up in this! ( 18 and up ) I wrote this while listening to Glory Box, hence the title, and Million Dollar Man. Stan Nanami Kento!!

You had been in Nanami Kento’s car a total of three times ;

One, when you had been severely injured after taking down a curse, and the only saviour that wasn’t hours away was Nanami. Even in your delirious state, all you could worry about was your blood being all over the expensive leather seats. Nanami had scooped you up off the ground, ignoring the blood staining his suit, and slipped you into the passenger side. As he reached over you, buckling you in, he insisted that cleaning them would be no problem ; you were the priority.

Two, when you had went out clubbing with Jujutsu Tech’s first and second years. ( chaperoned by Gojo, of course. But could you really consider him a chaperone if he was the one who dragged you all out to celebrate you becoming a special grade? ) Not even a drink nor an hour in, the heels you had bought specially for tonight had broken, a light-weight Megumi split a drink onto the very expensive Gucci dress that had been an anonymous gift, and a very drunk passerby of the expensive club elbowed you right in the face on the dance floor. You weren’t having it, and already being in a bad mood, wanted to leave. So, Gojo called up Nanami to take you home, insisting an Uber wasn’t very safe. ( You argued you were a sorcerer, of course you knew basic self defence. ) but yet, you found yourself letting Nanami open his passenger side door for you, taking your hand and guiding you in. You really hoped you didn’t accidentally flash him a peak of your panties, the ones that bared a resemblance to that tie you had always wanted wrapped around your hands.

Three, when Nanami had somehow been assigned to take you to a mission. ( you never would know that Nanami insisted he take you himself. ) You were nervous the whole car ride ; this was an especially dangerous one, more dangerous than the previous one where you had bled all over the very same passenger side seat. Your usually radiant confidence was non-existent, replaced by a quiet demeanour with eyes cast down at your fiddling hands the whole time. Eventually, the clacking of your acrylic nails must have annoyed Nanami, to where he pulled the car over. He rounded the car, opened your door, and pulled you out and sat yourself on the hood of the burnt orange Bentley, then sat next to you. The area was deserted, the only thing around was a beautiful sunset, casting you and Nanami in stunning oranges and reds. You had opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“You know how strong you are, right? A hell of a lot stronger than I was when I was your age. Satoru raves about you and Itadori ; how the both of you are a new age of jujutsu, how you have the potential to be as strong as him one day. Even the elders are scared of your strength; they’re worried you’re too strong for your own good. One botched mission shouldn’t change anything. I… I should have accompanied you to it.” The blond turned towards you and wiped away the stray tears running down your face.

You returned to the Bentley after the mission, a smile brighter than the stars that lit up the night sky painting your face. Not even a singular scratch laid on your skin. You would never forget the smile and pat on the head Nanami gave you, nor the way your thighs rubbed together as your cunt throbbed.

Today, you found yourself in Nanami’s car for the fourth time. Except, you weren’t in the passenger seat.

You were in the back.

Not bleeding,

and certainly not dressed.

Nanami hovered over you, his glasses discarded somewhere on the car floor and his lust filled brown eyes hungrily eyeing your white lacey bra and panties, the only things that remained on you.

You burned under his gaze, nervously casting your gaze to the back of the passenger seat to avoid the eye contact that only made slick pool in your panties even more.

“Look at me,” his voice broke through the combined sounds of both your heavy breathing. Licking your lips, you complied. “You’re so…” Nanami trailed off, one of his huge hands coming to caress the side of your waist.

The leather seats were surprisingly comfy, minus the seatbelt buckles digging into your side. Reaching your hand up, you trailed your acrylics down the side of his neck, stopping to loosen his tie and swiftly unbutton the top two buttons of his work shirt, revealing a peak of his tanned built skin.

“Off… please… ‘M the only one naked.” You murmured, letting your hand fall back down to its original position beside your head.

Nanami let out a low whispery laugh, reaching down to one handedly undo his belt. Your stomach churned at the sight, squirming in anticipation.

He let his belt fall to the car’s floor, alongside your jujutsu tech uniform. He reached down to unzip his slacks, but you reached out, slapping his hand away to do it yourself.

“Needy, are you?” Nanami smirked, letting you work. With a roll of your eyes, you unzipped his work slacks before pausing.

He wore black boxer briefs, straining against his obvious erection. If you looked hard enough, you could see a small, dark spot of precum staining the front of them. With shaking hands, you let your fingers break the waistband, slowly pulling them down.

His cock was beautiful, to say the least. It was probably a tad bit over the average length, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in width. An angry, red tip with precum beading at the top practically glared at you. A prominent vein ran up the side, and at the base, neatly trimmed blond pubes.

To say you were scared of it hurting was an understatement. Nanami Kento’s painfully pretty cock was going to split you into two.

With a shaky breath, you trailed your index finger up the side, biting your lip when it twitched at the touch, and up the tip, collecting the pre on your finger. You brought it up to your mouth, kitten licking it right off.

“Fuck… please…” Nanami growled, moving his hand from the place beside your head and slipping his slacks and boxers all the way off. He reached for your underwear, thumb caressing the skin just above the band.

“You’re sure about this? I don’t want you to regret anything, darling.”

With a huff, you answered. “Nanami, I wouldn’t regret this in a million years. Now please,” grabbing his hand, your forced it down, taking your panties with it. “Fuck me.”

“Kento. Call me Kento.” Kento pulled your panties down the rest of the way, using the utmost care to gently pull them from your ankles, making quick work to reach down and stuff them into the pockets of his slacks.

Turning his attention back to you, he watched as you reached around to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side. Your half lidded eyes, the ones that had Kento wrapped around your finger since the first day you met, beckoned him to your pussy.

Kento grabbed on of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder, mouth watering at the sight of your pretty little cunt. He stroked himself a few times before resting his bulbous head in between your slick folds, guiding it up and down. Every bump of it on your puffy clit had you gasping, impatience growing.

“Kento…” you spread your legs wider, letting him see how your hole squeezed around nothing, begging to be filled.

“You kill me, you know that?” Kento lined himself up with your slick hole, glancing up at you. You looked out of it. Your tousled hair splayed across the seats, body twitching and your face… Kento would do anything to make sure you always had that needy look on it

“Please…” you begged. “Fuck me, Kento.”

It’s a plead that made his balls heavy as he pushed into you. He really was going to tear you in two, you worried. You wouldn’t really mind dying like this ; squished into Nanami Kento’s backseat of his very expensive car, his dick inside you and body all over you.

Leaning down, he nipped and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys and bite marks from your neck to your breasts. Turning attention to your breasts, he lapped and swirled his tongue around nipple, paying attention to your neglected breast with his hand, massaging and pinching. You arched your back, desperate to get even closer.

“Please, Kento.. Fuck me like you mean it, please!” You begged, mind and body to full to do anything other than to plea. Kento, ever the gentlemen, complied.

He pounded into you at a ruthless pace, splitting you into two right in the backseat of his Bentley. The leather is cool on your hot skin, covered in a mix of sweat and slick.

“You’re so pretty. Such a pretty little thing…” Kento huffed, leaning back down to start to nip at the other side of your neck. “You parade around in those little skirts, and never notice all the boys staring at you. How they talk about you.” Kento growled.

“They wouldn’t know how to please you, is that why you decided to chase after me? Hm?”

“Yes! Yes!” You cried, desperate for more. Every drag and push of his cock in your cunt left you begging for more, tears beginning to pool in the corner of your eyes. One hand clutching onto his arm and the other clawing at his toned back, freshly done acrylics leaving angry red marks up and down his back.

Kento glanced down at where the two of you met, a ring of slick collecting at the base of his dick. And is that… blood?

You were a virgin.

You were a virgin and hadn’t mentioned it. You were a virgin and here Kento was fucking you like a whore in the back of his car. Here Kento was, a man twice your age, taking all your innocence and maidenhood.

And here Kento was, dick twitching inside you and growing even harder at the realization.

“Please, inside! Can’t, can’t take it anymore…” you babbled, fat crocodile tears streaming down your face, mascara clumping together and framing your captivating eyes.

“Of course, baby. ‘M gonna give you whatever you want…” Kento grunted, grasping onto your hips, one hand finding purchase on your puffy clit. The rubber band forming inside your stomach is drawing impossibly tight, and there’s nothing you want more than for Nanami Kento to fill you up and make you his.

All it takes it for him to call out your name is that husky voice of his for it to snap. A searing explosion of pleasure rips through you, toes curling and mind shattered. Your entire body shakes, burning with electricity. An orgasm only Kento could give you ; not your fingers, not the orange dildo you had hidden in your bedside drawer, and certainly not any of your little male classmates that always seemed to perk up when your around.

Kento follows not even seconds after you, driving his cock as far as he can into your pretty little cunt, tip nuzzled up against your cervix. His thick cock fills you up with ropes of cum, and you can’t help but watch as the way his abs contract and body tenses. Your vice like squeeze on his cock milks every single drop out of him, filling you up to the brim. Kento can’t help but let out a quiet moan as some of it spills from around his dick, leaking onto the leather seats.

That, though… that was gonna be annoying to clean.

#nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x you

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daceydeath · 13 days

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 8)

Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 4.7 Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Swearing, Explicit Activities, Alcohol

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

Managing to sneak into your shared apartment unnoticed you saw that both Seungmin and Jeongin's shoes were just abandoned in the entryway making you think they must have been at least more than tipsy when they got home the night before and from the lack of noise as you crept down the hallway it looked like they had not yet surfaced which helped you to relax and return to your room to quickly shower and change your clothes. By the time you had reemerged from your room and settled on the couch with a cup of coffee you could hear the sounds of bumping furniture and groans coming from one of the bedrooms which from the cursing that followed you recognized as Jeongin.

"Morning sunshine" you teased as his fluffy haired frowning face came around the corner into the kitchen, eyes scrunched up to protect him from the light.

"M’ning" he groaned, barely able to focus on you and he bumped straight into the cupboard he was trying to open to get a glass.

"How hard did you guys go last night?" you laughed silently getting up to help him get water and painkillers in his rather useless state “looks like it was a big one”.

"Seung and Minho had a drinking contest so he was fuuucked and I was playing beer pong and lost.... a lot" he smiled weakly taking the water and pills from you.

"I'll take some water and painkillers into Seung then and check he is still alive" you nodded knowing that they would have been so messy last night that they probably just passed out once they got into bed not noticing that you weren't home.

Taking a bottle of water into Seungmin's room you noticed he was still totally dressed from the night before and just laying on his front so you left the packet of tablets and the water on the bed side table and put your hand on his back to make sure he was in fact still breathing.

"Not dead, just wanna be" Seung's very croaky voice came from somewhere under his hood and bed head hair.

"Just checking, there's something to help" you smiled, patting his head and walking back out to the lounge room. Your phone chimed so you fished it out of your pocket to see who was texting you, only to hear more loud swearing from the kitchen as Jeongin spilled his coffee all over the counter and began wiping it up begrudgingly making you giggle again. Stepping around him you helped him pour another cup.

When can I see you again baby? I already miss you.

You read the message and grinned at the butterflies that were now filling your stomach, and were starting to make you feel a little giddy. Felix always knew how to make you feel like a silly little school girl without any effort at all.

"What are you smiling at?" Jeongin asked, screwing his eyes up as he walked into the brighter side of the room clutching the coffee in his hands tightly.

"Just funny memes" you lied easily knowing he was too hungover to challenge you anyway.

"Oh you free tonight?" He blurted suddenly louder than you expected as the thought popped into his head.

"Yes.... why?" you blinked recovering from the jump scare he had just unintentionally delivered to your system.

"Dinner, all of us, tonight" he looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to remember all the facts he needed to tell you. "So like us, Chan, Changbin and Han, maybe the whore club at 8 but I forget where".

"I can do dinner but maybe give me Chan's number so I can text him for the details" you chuckled slightly at how much Jeongin was struggling to function "Then go back to bed Innie I'll order us food for lunch that you can eat when you wake up again".

"Thank you, you are the fucking best you know that? Plus hot you're also hot" he mumbled giving you his unlocked phone and shuffling back to his bedroom. You opened his contacts scrolling through until you found Chan's number then added it to your phone, also copying out Changbin's and Han's contacts in case Chan was in the same position that Innie was in.

“When did the agreement between you and Seung to tell me I look hot or cute or whatever happen?” you asked in confusion, after his retreating figure but he totally ignored you disappearing into the darkness of his room.

Are you and the guys coming to dinner tonight?

You quickly texted to Felix before composing a text that didn't seem too random or confusing to Chan, in case he too was as under the weather as your two roommates. His reply came back pretty quickly giving you the details and being amazed that you had actually even spoken to either of your severely hungover friends.

The thing at Chan’s? Yeah we're going. We will have to sneak off so I can kiss you again baby

The images that your mind created of the two of you sneaking off had a flush creeping across your cheeks and down your neck as you read Felix’s reply. You would have to make sure that if you could sneak away you would and then it hit you that if you snuck away with Felix it would essentially be lying to your friends and the guilt began to set in. Not telling either Seungmin or Jeongin was essentially lying by omission and that made you a terrible friend in your mind at least, friends don't willingly lie to their friends about things like this.

Going back into your room you started up on some homework that you knew you should have been getting done but had left for a few days. If you were going to use the too busy to come home because of schoolwork excuse you needed to get as far ahead as possible so it was believable. You knew the two small tests you had at the start of the semester were going to be easy you had been prepared for them before they were announced knowing that they were also only a mock partial exams helped too since you could, hopefully ace them, and make your parents think you were now back in the top position in each of your classes. You also knew you needed to finish the last draft of a major assignment so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the stress later. By the time lunch time rolled around and you were hungry the others still hadn’t ventured out of their rooms so you ordered as much fried chicken as you could knowing that they would be happy to eat it left over if they didn’t surface when they smelt it.

You pulled out some clothes to wear for the dinner and put them on the end of your bed, you knew you didn’t need to dress up to go the Chan’s apartment so you just grabbed some jeans that were a little tight around your butt and a slightly cropped top to that it would look like you hadn’t made no effort but you weren’t hoping to impress anyone. The buzzer from the door camera let you know the chicken had arrived and you went down to get it hoping that you would feel less nervous about what would happen later that evening. As you had predicted Seungmin managed to surface as the smell of fresh hot fried chicken followed you up the hallway and Jeongin followed suit sitting down at the table while you got them a hangover cure each and yourself a juice.

“Fried chicken, top choice” Seungmin smiled, taking a drumstick and tearing into it like a starving caveman making you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Again the best” Jeongin agreed, picking up his own piece but not shoving it in his mouth quite as enthusiastically as Seungmin.

“I texted Chan and it's 8 o’clock tonight and their apartment” you informed both of them “I said you were both in but you can text him if you don’t want to go”.

You showered and started getting ready, your preplanned outfit and basic makeup to make you like nice but not too out of the ordinary, finally throwing Felix’s hoodie over your outfit so that you would be warm on the way there and also so you smell his scent without actually being close to him. If Seungmin or Jeongin noticed that it was a different hoodie they didn’t say anything but you did often wear super comfortable clothes which did annoy Jeongin at least to no end, so another large hoodie was nothing to take note of. Jeongin drove, having been sure that he was not going to have any alcohol left in his system and you sat in the back watching the buildings go by until you got to Chan’s. Knocking on his door, you waited with the boys watching the last of the colored traces of the day fade into the inky darkness of dusk, you suddenly realized that this must be what it was like to be normal, have a normal social life and a normal set of friends. It caused a small ache in your chest suddenly like you had missed out on something very important but it also gave you a rush of fondness for the two boys standing either side of you leaning on either the stair railing or the wall beside the door.

“Oh you two aren’t dead! Well done” Han laughed as he let you all in, listening to Seungmin grumble something under his breath as you slipped off your shoes “I’m glad you could make it tonight” He grinned at you turning his attention away from the others.

“Hi Han” you smiled back following him up the hallway to the lounge.

“The princess and her two trolls are here” Han announced as you turned into the kitchen waving to everyone else that was there. Changbin chuckled as whatever Jeongin called from down the hallway was muffled by the sounds of the six guys already milling about talking. Felix's eyes were already on you when you looked towards them, his lips turning up at the corners making you subconsciously bite your lower lip in response.

“Pleased you actually got the message about tonight” Chan shook his head at the teasing that was already ramping up.

“Thanks for inviting me Chan” you replied, making your way around the kitchen to the other side of the island bench trying not to stare at Felix as you went.

“Hello kitten” Minho smirked as you sat yourself on one of the bar stools making you roll your eyes at him.

“Minho, you seem to be in pretty good shape considering you tried to kill Seung last night” you raised your eyebrows at him finally noticing the identical looks of mischief on both he and Hyunjin’s faces.

“Aw, didn’t know you cared so much” he teased, easily making Feix’s jaw clench and you rub your temples in faux annoyance and Jeongin came and sat down next to you placing a drink in front of you.

“Ignore Captain fucks-a-lot” he sighed sticking his tongue out and Minho.

“Rude” Minho laughed playfully, punching Jeongin and going to grab a beer from the fridge.

“We're just getting pizza. Is that good for you?” Chan asked, drawing your attention away from the others.

“That’s perfect. As long as it doesn’t come with a side of anyone's psycho ex” you quipped making Han and Seungmin burst into laughter.

“Yeah I can assure you the place we get our pizzas from doesn’t have that” Chan beamed, seeming much happier that you were comfortable enough to be cracking jokes.

“When are you coming out to party with us again?” Changbin asked loudly, his voice easily blocking out the others.

“Um, I don’t know” you shrugged “I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to babysit me” you pointedly looked and Seungmin then Jeongin.

“Hey! we have cause, Felix had to rescue you last time” Seungmin challenged playfully.

“Yeah then had to sit through accusations of having sexy eyes by Innie” you gestured with your thumb to the boy to your right.

“When did I say that?” Jeongin yelped, completely confused.

“While you were staring at the ceiling I think” you recounted “you slurred something about why the fuck was Felix in the apartment, something about me being off limits and no sexy eyes then Seung had to help you get to bed”

“All of that is in fact true bro”Seungmin confirmed as more laughter filled the room.

“Well I don’t remember it so it didn’t happen” Jeongin sulked, pouting slightly. Chan ordered the pizzas on his phone and got everyone more drinks, turning on the TV to pass time until all the food arrived. You noticed how close Hyunjin and Minho were to Felix and how annoyed he seemed to be at them so you just kept your distance and subtly watched them trying to figure out what was up. Feeling a little warm with all the scrutiny you slipped Felix’s hoodie over your head laying it on your lap until you could put it somewhere safe, you didn’t notice the look that Felix gave you as your shirt rode up or the fact that all the others had seen slightly more of you than you had planned.

“So what are you doing this week? Want to come hang out with us?” Changbin asked, clearing his throat and breaking you away from another glance at Felix.

“I’m back at work next week but you can always come by and hang out there if you come around my break” you looked from him to Han who were both sitting on the other lounge to you.

“Did those bitches get expelled too?” Felix interrupted, confusing just about everyone else.

“Yes, both of them did. You don’t have to worry Felix no one is throwing hot coffee on me” you sighed heavily frowning lightly.

“Hold the fuck up what?” Han spat his voice harsher than normal as he looked between you and Felix.

“Two of Nali’s friends had planned to throw coffee on me at work, they were reported to the police and they were part of the group expelled so it’s fine. It’s over now” You explained biting on the inside of your cheek.

“Well we will definitely drop by the cafe then so we can keep an eye out” Chagbin nodded, his tone turning serious and Han and Chan both looked concerned.

“That old guy at the convenience store was right. I do have far too many bodyguards” you groaned, a loud knocking on the front door indicating that the food had arrived and you were being saved from furthering the conversation about how Felix knew this and some of the others didn’t. Lining all the pizzas up in the kitchen you all grabbed plates and helped yourself going back into the lounge to eat Chan putting a movie on in the background to fill the silence of you all chewing.

“Forgot to mention princess” Hyunjin grinned slyly “You looked extra cute in that hoodie”.

“Um, thank you Hyunjin” you answered slowly, looking at him suspiciously, noting that Minho raised his eyebrows suggestively from where he sat next to him.

“I swear I’ve seen one like that before” Minho added Hyunjins smirk growing and Felix who was now sitting at the end of the lounge beside Han and Changbin narrowed his eyes deliberately making you catch on finally to where they were going with the compliments, your stomach dropping at the realization that they both knew, because of course they knew, they lived with Felix they would recognize his clothes and here you were wearing it in front of them like an idiot.

“I imagine because it isn’t the only one in existence” you shot back hoping to sound sarcastic not panicked.

“What are you two up to?” Seungmin snapped at them, making them dissolve into knowing chuckles.

“Fuckers” Felix muttered quietly gritting his teeth.

“Idiots” Han rolled his eyes “So what kind of hours do you actually work? Can we just come hang out?”

“Oh yeah you can come by and just stay for as long as you want” you grinned toothily happy for something to change the conversation “I’m on pretty much every afternoon for the next week so starting at 2 finishing at 7. So I guess we could grab dinner one night instead if that was easier for you guys too” you mused thinking as you pulled out your phone to check if anything else was on your schedule.

“Absolutely” Chan nodded “That sounds like a good idea for us all to hang out without too much organizing”.

“And Seung and I can keep an eye out for you” Jeongin added, looking at you seriously.

“I swear you are more protective than my dad” you grumbled playfully making both Seungmin and Jeongin flush with embarrassment.

You continued talking about stupid stuff all only partially concentrating on the movie that was still playing in the background and eating until you felt like you couldn’t eat anything else. It was just another standard superhero movie so the fight scenes and graphics were easy to get lost in. Excusing yourself to the bathroom you made your way up the stairs phone in your hand as it chimed with a text.

God you looked so good in my hoodie baby ;) Just want you all to myself

You couldn’t help the spark that shot through you at Felix’s words chewing your lip. You thought about how forward you wanted to be when you responded.

I like wearing your clothes Lix, I like feeling like I’m yours.

You took a huge breath before you pressed send hoping that he would respond to that in a good way and not think you were being too much of a tease, even though part of you knew he would never think that considering how much you had already made him wait to even touch you let alone kiss you.

Fuck baby are you trying to get me to kiss you? because that is exactly how you get that to happen saying things like that.

You swallowed hard, Felix probably looked totally indifferent as they all say around drinking beer and matching the movie while you were standing in the bathroom looking like a tomato had decided to replace your face. Holding your hands under the cold running water you pressed them to your cheeks to try to calm yourself down. A soft knock made you freeze on the spot.

“It's just me baby” Felix chuckled quietly, almost sensing your dilemma. Letting out the breath you were holding you opened the door for him to find him leaning against the door frame looking devilishly handsome.

“Hi” you whispered as he stepped into the bathroom, instantly sliding his hands around your waist, his fingers brushing against your skin agonizingly slowly, before pulling you against his chest pausing to let you decide what happened next. Leaning into him you brushed your lips against his tentatively feeling him smile against your lips.

“You are definitely going to be the death of me” he murmured, kissing you needily pulling a soft moan from you as his teeth tugged on your bottom lip. Pulling away from him gently you backed out of the bathroom hoping no one would be any the wiser leaving him to shut the door behind him.

“You know I will never understand why girls take so long in the bathroom” Hyunjin smirked as you finally returned to the lounge and slipped back into the seat you had been occupying.

“I’m pretty sure it’s because we have better hygiene” you quipped looking at Hyunjin expectantly only for the others to laugh and whatever comeback he had to die on his tongue. Felix returned a couple of minutes later going to the fridge to get another drink.

“So I heard through a couple of girls that you are claiming to have a girlfriend, Lix. What the fuck is with that?” Han asked mockingly, making the others all laugh.

“Really? Is that because they came to you after I turned them down” Felix smirked, one eyebrow raised challenging Han.

“Are you going through our sloppy seconds Hannie?” Minho jeered, laughing at Han’s shocked face.

“Hardly sloppy seconds if she got rejected, is it?” Seungmin asked, brow furrowed in faux confusion.

“Even worse she’s bad enough to get turned down by Lix and you can’t even get her” Hyunjin cackled, throwing his head back.

“Who said she turned me down? But that isn’t what I was asking” Han pushed leaning towards Felix as though he expected an answer.

“Wow I’m gone for 5 minutes and were being mysoginists and slut shaming nice one boys” you screwed your nose up in slight disgust.

“Slut shaming?” Changbin parroted looking at you for an answer.

“You know most women love being referred to as sloppy seconds. It really makes us feel loved and respected” you replied deadpaned crossing your arms across your chest.

“Oh shit yeah, sorry about that” Han sheepishly scratched the back of his neck apologetically.

“I don’t care where any of you stick your dicks, as long as they aren’t psychos, but can you not be so gross in front of me?” you asked with slight disgust in your voice.

“You are right, of course we will be respectful from now on,” Chan promised, genuinely making the others murmur apologies to you and dropping the subject all together for the moment. As the night continued on you yawned your head falling back against the back of the lounge with a soft thud.

“We should get you home” Jeongin interrupted, patting your shoulder lightly. Both he and Seungmin had decided not to drink, which you were thankful for because you didn’t really want to have to visit them in hospital with alcohol poisoning.

“I’m alright Innie, we can stay as long as you want” you smiled lolling your head towards him. “Besides it’s nice to be here and not be puking with stress that a random lunatic has caused" making him grin at you.

Seungmin pulled you to your feet, stopping you from collecting the last of the plates scattered around the room and walked you towards the kitchen with Jeongin behind you. You waved around Jeongin's shoulders before stepping into the hallway and getting your shoes to go home. It had been a really nice evening. You had fun hanging out with them and nothing bad had happened which you felt was a huge success considering your previous visit to Chan’s place. Watching the streetlights pass the car window, your drooping eyelids were interrupted by your phone chiming and Seungmin and Jeongin’s conversation from the front seats.

Goodnight baby, I miss you already ;)

You typed back knowing that Felix wouldn’t be able to avoid the questions the others had now that you were away from them but that he could talk his way out of just about anything you had seen him do just that before, throwing out something else that could be used to take the piss out of one of the others to avoid having to admit anything .

Goodnight Lix

“So do you reckon the girlfriend thing is a cover to try to keep himself out of trouble? Or do you think there is some poor girl he’s leading on because she’s not bright enough to know what he’s like?” Jeongin asked Seungim, turning his head to look at him, his face red from the brightness of the traffic light in front of you.

“I’d like to think it's the former to be honest. Hyunjin said he got chewed out by the university head after the stuff with Nali so using it as an excuse to keep other loons away is a good cover” Seungmin shrugged checking the traffic before turning.

“There is a third option though but to be fair I don’t even want to entertain the idea” Jeongin sighed, checking the mirror on the back of his visor to look at you while you looked at your phone pretending to be oblivious to the conversation they were having.

“I thought of that too and I’ll be honest I don’t love the idea but we can do anything about it either way” Seungmin muttered still staring out at the traffic around you.

“I know but I worry” Jeongin sighed. “What if it turns out like last time?”. Silence filled the car and you figured the conversation must be over so you leaned against the car window shutting your eyes.

“It’s not the same situation, and Felix isn’t Hyunjin” Seungmin finally conceded, making you wonder what the hell they were talking about. You stayed in the position you were in until your phone chimed again making you frown as you opened the message.

Baby. I’m sorry Hyunjin recognized the hoodie and told Minho so they have figured it out. Well they think they have figured it out.

The feeling that bloomed in your stomach was not easy to identify, it wasn’t fear and it wasn’t worry it was something else, making you wonder did you actually care if people knew you were dating Felix? Was what was happening between you even dating?. You could tell from the way Seungmin and Jeongin spoke they were referring to you and Felix just now but they didn’t seem angry, they seemed concerned or even a little bit unwilling to accept that perhaps there was something between you.

Your thoughts were jumbled, what if the revelation of you and Felix being together made people think that there had been some truth to what Nali has said about you? Or what if by some bizarre set of circumstances your parents found out and had you pulled from university? There was no way that you could imagine that they would realistically find out, no one from home knew what you were even studying let alone what your personal life was like and none of the guys would rat you out to parents they knew treated you badly. Remaining deep in thought you missed the following messages that he sent, not even realizing until you were in your room 20 minutes later.

They won’t tell the others if you’re scared of their reactions, baby. They wouldn’t hurt you like that.

I’m willing to tell everyone we’re together if that’s what you want.

I know this is new to you, I don’t want to push you baby.

Are you overthinking again?

I’m guessing from the silence you are, I'll give you some time then.

Staring at the messages you weren't sure how to react. You had been on one date with Felix. You had kissed him a handful of times and you had shared a bed when you had gotten caught in the rain. But the futhest he had gotten with you was making out and he had even apologized about moving to fast when you had. But the fact that he had called you his girlfriend and told you repeatedly he was serious about you didn’t change thee fact that neither of you had actually discussed it, he had told you he had said it to make girls feel less hurt when he turned them down and when he said it to you it was always unserious.

Felix, am I your girlfriend? Is that what this is? Or are you still just saying that to let other girls down gently?

You washed up and changed into some pajamas so you were ready to go to bed while you waited for him to reply with anxiety gripping at your chest as you waited for the little dots to show he was typing.

Will you give me that chance? I only want you no one else matters to me just you.

Before you could answer Felix you needed to know why Seungmin and Jeongin were comparing you and Felix to their previous roommate and Hyunjin and why it was some kind of sticking point for them and since you weren’t sure if you would get the full story from them you knew you would need to ask some of the others or even Felix before you could make a decision.

A/N: Thank you for reading my lovelies as always your support means the world to me xx

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icravebooks · 1 year

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Troubled paradise

Yoongi x reader

Genre:arranged marriage au, strangers to fiance to partner??, crack?? Angst if you squint your eyes. Ceo yoongi, spoiled brat reader, Richie rich vibes.

Summary: yoongi wanted to get some sleep before the dreaded day but seems like you and your idiot trio has plans to ruin his night. Yoongi seem to learn something very important to you thanks to the drinks.

Warning: mention of alcohol, reader is hella drunk, she is a light drinker, yoongi is jelly, maknae line are the reason yoongi is jelly, *takes a deep breath* THEY ARE KISSING!! Domestic yoongi, yoongi making pancakes, yoongi being a caring husband even before they get married.

Word count: 10k

Part 1, part 2

Part 3

Isn't it common for people to get cold feet a day before their marriage?, but what about when you Don't even know why you are getting married?, or what about when you are not sure what you feel for your partner ?, yoongi always had one rule, if feelings get overwhelming, sleep. He didn't like the anxiety and many might think he doesn't feels a thing but he does.

So to counter that yoongi opted to sleep, he was supposed to get a good amount of sleep before facing the dreaded day, now supposed to and did are different for a reason and we all know when one is to be married with a spoiled troublemaker they must stay on there toes at all given times, poor yoongi didn't though.

A groan escaped his lips at the sound of his phone going off again and again, he rolled on his bed looking at the digital alarm clock beside his bed.

02:00 a.m.

A sigh escaped yoongi's lips as he braced himself to listen to you speak about some weird ass theory over Bermuda triangle or whatever it is you decided is a worthy topic for today, sliding the answer button he brought the phone to his ear to speak only for his mouth to stop half agape when the sounds from other side made his eyebrows furrow.

The sound of you giggling along with the muffled voices probably arguing and wait..was that a dog barking ?, where the heck were you?, yoongi felt a surge of nerves blasting through his veins at the possibilities that outlined this situation.

"Where are you y/n?" Yoongi tried to keep the panic or irritation out of his voice, you were supposed to be home right now, he knew your parents didn't let you move out of their house because of the very said title you carry around, now the question was how were you not home and somewhere out with God knows who.

".where am I?.." the sound of your probably drunk giggles followed your slurred words making yoongi even more frustrated, his one hand flew to his forehead to massage a starting ache down while he tried to digest the fact that you were drunk too, the muffled voices from behind you became more clear, probably a bantering about what you guys should eat.

Yoongi recognised the voice it was none other than the troubling trio, "are you with the guys?" Yoongi tried to gain your attention who was humming and whining for reasons entirely unknown to him (pineapple pizza wasn't exactly a good take out option), "yes!..OMG HOW DID YOU KNOW!" He had to pull his face a good distance away from his phone, damn why were you shouting at freaking 2 in the morning, yoongi couldn't help but grit his teeths in anger, great you were out with males so late at night.

Yoongi could feel the acidic burn of jealousy in the pit of his stomach and why shouldn't he be?, those idiots let you drink such late at night and yoongi knew you weren't good with alcohol, you rarely drank and you were extremely an honest,clumsy drinker, your words not his.

"You should be home right now." Yoongi gritted out not trying to keep his calm with how far gone you sounded, "come on yoongi it's my wedding tomorrow let me be a free bird." You whined obviously pouting at his words, yoongi could already see you pouting in his mind looking hazed and wasted. That image didn't help if anything it made the acidic feeling burn brighter.

"Come on sweets leave your damn husband to be alone for one night." It was probably jungkook yes even he sounded a little drunk but was still better than you, yoongi could hear the other two morons snickering at Jungkook's words while you grumbled, "jk's right jelly beans tonight you are ours." You might have missed the flirty tone in taehyung's tone because you were drunk (or clearly used to it) but yoongi wasn't and he didn't liked the fact that they were flirting with his wife while he had to sit back and listen to you giggling and laughing like a fucking giddy teenager.

"Y/n send me the location now." Yoongi demanded his voice dropping down a few octaves to make sure that you knew there was no room for arguments, he could hear you whining the sound making him want to scoff, even drunk you are bratty, "babes where are we?" Your voice sounded hazy like you were close to dozing off, yoongi raised an eyebrow in amusement his face morphing between frustration and amused, did you just call one of those idiots baby??

"We are at kookie's troubled paradise, just how many drinks did you let her have Tae?" Jimin was trying to scold Tae but if anything his voice sounded smug and amused no traces of any concern or worry lacing his tone, if yoongi gritted his teeth with a little more force he could turn his teeth into powder. It wasn't that yoongi didn't trust your friends, he knew they wouldn't harm you intentionally but they were all drunk and let's just say yoongi didn't wanted to see you getting to close to anyone of them in that hazy state of yours.

"Don't leave I am coming to get you." Yoongi had to be calm he reminded himself you were probably not going to remember anything you did or said but that just increased the risk of you being reckless a hundred percent more, he could hear the men groaning on the other end probably hearing yoongi's command, wait he was on speaker?, just what kinda drunk are you?!

"This is not fair sweets, we wanted to give you a proper goodbye single life party."

"Exactly jelly beans we are just getting started remember we decided on three D's for the night."

"Drink, Dumplings and Dick Sweets you can't add ditch in the list."

Yoongi's steps halted just inches away from touching the floor, Dumplings and what?, dick??, they were trying to get you laid?, and that to a night before your wedding??(not exactly even a night before), if yoongi was feeling jealous before he was now God knows what, pictures of you flashed in his mind in a rather compromising position.

"Sorry yoongi I am not coming with you." Like heck you wouldn't, yoongi didn't had to think when he left his room letting the door swings open with a lot more force than was needed, snatching his keys from the stand next to his television set. All the while you were busy giggling at the idiots cheering, what was wrong with you all.

"Woah that's like our girl now should we decide whose d you are taking first."

Okay that has to be the last straw, yoongi swears that if he found you sitting even close to one of them he was going to commence an offence unforgivable by law, and you had the nerve to hum like you were really giving it a thought, "I don't know, you All are hot." Yoongi couldn't help punching the wall on his way out, shutting the door to his apartment with a loud thud (thankfully the complex has sound proof walls.)

"Y/n!" There was a barking tone in his voice, jaw clenched tight while he could hear you giggle not realising just how far you had pushed his button, he knew you had been trying to do this for sometime now and congratulation to you, you just succeeded.

"Whaat ?! yoongi caan't you see wait let me rephrrase thaat can't you heaar wee we are tryying to haave a important discussion, so shhh." Why were you pushing his buttons even more?, was it a prank or something?, Why would you want to make yoongi pissed so much that he would have to hold himself back from breaking a few glasses or doors maybe (as hot as that would be.).

Yoongi remember the ten second rule he made for everytime his anger got the best of him, just take in deep breathes hold it in count till ten and then.."maybe we could do a foursome."

You know what?, fuck it! Yoongi would rather just smash some glasses or maybe throw hands with whoever he makes eye contact with on his way to you, "y/n! I am gonna say this the last time don't you dare to more even a finger from where you are sitting, if I find anyone and I say anyone within 5 meter radius of you, I swear I am gonna kill them with my bare hands and the blame would be on you."

Yoongi detonated growling like a mad man (not raising his voice might I add) not caring if you were drunk or weren't able to register his words in proper sense, he was going to engraved them on your mind when he gets to you. He would make sure you remember not to test him again.

You didn't reply scoffing at his biting tone he would keep note of that, later he would make it up to you for that but right now all he needed was you to sit back and listen to him.

"You don't even know the address yoongi." There was a drunk innocent giggly smug in your comment, yoongi couldn't help the evil smirk that turned his lips, "oh love how innocent you are." There was sarcasm dripping from his tone as he made his way to his car, yoongi wasn't stupid you were going to be his wife (clearly not because he was interested in you) and he needed to know just whom you hanged out with and if they possessed any danger to you or where to find you incase he needed.

You gave him a questioning hum in response clearly out of your wits to understand his comment, "I am on my way y/n stay put." Yoongi instructed turning on the ignition before hitting the gas.

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"Sweets?"

"Hmm?"

"Y/n?"

"What kookie?"

"Umm I really don't think I wanna die before attending your wedding." Jungkook declared trying to push you off his lap while you were too drunk to care, his words did made you feel wounded so you pulled away from the crook of his neck pouting at the muscular bunny, you poked his right cheek with your index finger giggling at how soft his cheeks were.

"Why would you die?" You questioned pouting sadly at Jungkook's words, jungkook sighed looking even more sober than moments earlier, he grabbed your wrist softly bringing the back of it to his lips and placing a chaste kiss to it, There was so much adoration in his eyes that even your hazy brain register some of it.

"Yoongi might show up any moment now sweets and as much as I love you dear bestie get off me before he murders me for probably compromising his innocent wife." Jungkook gently picked you up from his lap (your whining and protests falling into deaf ears.) like you weighted nothing and placed you beside him on the sofa keeping a good distance from you, you just whined pouting like a 5 years old throwing a tantrum while your other two best friends snickered.

"I am glad we added the three d thing on that call." Jimin whispered to taehyung smirking evily, taehyung took a sip of his drink nodding his head in agreement his eyes fixed on your form which was sitting there with her arms folded back pressed against the couch meanwhile that cute little pout was still on your lips, they were trying to get a rise from you about how you felt about yoongi but all they got was things like he is a good sport or something along the line, they were quite amused that you were still being so tight lipped even after being drunk.

That brought the call plan into affect and it wasn't much hard to convince you to act along with them let's just say you were easier to manipulate when drunk. "I say it was a rather bad idea, that man could really kill one of us." Jungkook reasoned keeping the fear off his tone, his bambi eyes wide as a shudder shook his body.

"Yoongi's not that bad." Your voice was small almost squeaky and cute like you were talking to a 2 years old, the boys raised an eyebrow looking at you with a new found amusement which didn't lasted long when the doorbell was jammed in rather non graceful way.

The boys exchanged a glance, jungkook swallowing thickly, taehyung rolling his eyes while jimin just smirked smugly waiting for you to acknowledge the arrival, jimin stood from his seat letting the younger bunny off his misery and going to answer the door which when he did brought you out of your reiver, "is the pizza here?!" Yoongi exhaled heavily passing jimin without even giving him a second glance (if his side murderous glare doesn't counts) and walking into the living room of Jungkook's penthouse.

There you were eyes wide and sparkling while you wobbled a little from standing up too quick (pizza was worth a try), your hand grabbing your head probably spinning because of how quick you stood up giving taehyung the perfect opportunity to do the last touch to their plan, taehyung rushed to your side grabbing your arms softly as he turned your around to check in on you.

You shoot him a drunk smile giving a thumbs up to tell him that you were okay when you saw the question clear in his eyes,he would have still done it even if it was not part of the plan but to say that yoongi was riled at that simplest of act would be understatement, he stalked closer to you both ripping you (gently) from taehyung's hold and turning you around so that you were now facing him.

Taehyung just raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing the amusement barely concealed with a questioning look on his face, yoongi just rolled his eyes keeping his hold on your firm but gentle, your eyebrows furrowed your gaze moving up to meet the face of the man you would be referring to as your husband in a few couple of hours.

Your face lightened up at the registration of his face, "yoongi!" You squeaked throwing your arms around the man's neck and tiptoeing to place a quick kiss to his cheek, yoongi froze his eyes widening while they moved down to look at your faces inches away from his, face flushed with the alcohol in your system and that damn giggle he had been hearing for an hour now.

The other three just stood there observing the exchange and stealing meaning full eye conversation, they knew this wasn't as simple as an arranged marriage, they knew even before this night when you had been talking non stop about how you pushed yoongi's limits and when you particularly went to his office to create a scene because he didn't even consider coming to the dress trial.

So they weren't surprised by the way yoongi looked like someone had dropped a box of blushing powder on his face or the way you were grinning up at him, "you should join us we just orders Dumplings, do you like Dumplings?!! It's okay if you don't we ordered pizza too!!, wait you like pizza right?!" You ranted on not giving the poor guy whose heart your just made run a marathon a chance to speak.

"Yeah you should join us." It was Jungkook's offer that made yoongi snap out of your magical trance, his eyes turned into narrow slits as he fixed his glare at the males around you. "This was all your plan wasn't it?" Yoongi's glare was fixed on jimin who just smiled innocently before pouting and shrugging his shoulder like he didn't knew what yoongi was talking about.

"Don't be mean to jimin he was trying to give me a good farewell." Your small slurry voice came from below while you wrapped your arms around yoongi's torso and snuggled closer to his chest, burying your face in his t-shirt humming in delight at how good he smelled.

Yoongi rolled his eyes trying to conceal the fact that you were this close to him, he was glad that you were drunk enough to not register just how fast his heart was beating.

"the parties over I am taking her with me." Yoongi announced before detaching himself from you (reluctantly), he looked at the male gathering if anyone of them were going to protest but they just nodded, it surprised yoongi slightly it made him feel like there was something fishy but he didn't questioned. As long as you were leaving it didn't matter.

"Don't take her to her parent's they will not take it kindly." Taehyung added not wanting you to get in trouble because of them, yoongi already knew that. he wasn't stupid to take you to your parents when he knew this would again be one of the reason they will make you feel like you are a disappointment, he knew it well but when he saw the way the boys cared about you he couldn't deny that he felt grateful that you surrounded yourself with them.

"Bye jelly beans." Taehyung sang cheerfully when you turned around and hugged him, yoongi tried to keep the acidic feeling down knowing it was just a casual friends hug not ripping taehyung off you even when taehyung placed a kiss on your forehead (yoongi thinks glaring daggers don't count as anything), you hummed sleepily hugging taehyung tightly before you walked to jungkook and placed a quick kiss to his forehead meanwhile giggling and almost tripping over his foot, jungkook didn't looked up knowing exactly well that yoongi was trying to bore a whole in his skull.

"Bye kookieee." You sang before walking to where jimin was wobbling and swaying a little, you almost fell but was thankfully saved by jimin who just smiled all angelic at you like he wasn't the one who got your man pissed, "you owe us one d." Jimin stated placing a kiss on your cheek while you just nodded, yoongi gritted his teeth clenching his jaw to keep himself from punching jimin Square at the face, jimin wasn't like his other two friends he loved playing people's patience for fun but knew when to stop.

He knew he was safe till the moment you were around to handle yoongi (no matter if you were drunk), he let his eyes trail back to yoongi a mischievous glint in his eyes paired with his mischievous smile, "I meant Dumplings." He drawled wiggling his eyebrows suggestively just to rile yoongi even further.

"Ofcourse I am not gonna suc.." heaven help yoongi if you ever completed that sentence he butt in before you could, placing his hand on your shoulder making you stop talking and turn to look at him, your vision dancing making you see two of him before they merged into one and you grinned like a giddy teenager.

"It late, we need to leave." Yoongi stated calmly not wasting a second to grab your hand with his and intertwining his fingers with yours, your just smiled happily not objecting not saying Any other word as he grabbed your hand and guided you to the elevator.

He didn't say anything the whole way to his car neither did he say anything when he helped you into the passenger seat and helped you buckle up trying his best not to let his mind wander at the fact that you were so close that he could smell the alcohol infused with your damn coffee vanilla scent, if he gets his hand on which brand of perfumes you use he would make sure to buy it and make sure that it was only you who could smell like that.

"Are we going for a drive?" You questioned excited when yoongi started to drive finally your alcohol driven brain registered that you weren't anymore in Jungkook's pent house but in yoongi's rather luxurious car, yoongi just sighed smiling softly at the fact how you looked even more younger now that you were drunk.

"We are going home love." Yoongi informed keeping his eyes fixed on the Road not seeing how your face dropped, you went silent your alcohol brain going into a whole turbulence over the word home, it was only when yoongi realised that you had been silent far too long for being you, did he turned his eyes in your direction to see the way you were biting your lower lip trying to stopping them from quivering, his whole body tensed when he saw the sorrow on your face.

"Hey y/n what's wrong?" He kept his voice gentle to not scare you further his hands coming to grab yours and give it a little squeeze that was all it took for you to break into sobs your hands moving to your face to hide your face totally forgetting that yoongi had one of yours hands in his now it was wet with your breamed tears.

"I don't wanna go home." Your muffled cracked voice sounding even more small because of how much you were crying it made yoongi's heart feel twisted in pain, he looked away at the road sighing trying to find words to comfort you. Yoongi was never good with feelings and comforting others wasn't something he would ever master on but he had to try atleast there something that he could do for you considering he had first hand experience inthe outcome of toxic parenting.

It's so hard to deal with toxic parenting when people don't seem to understand in what sense the toxicity exist, different people bring in different opnion and most people try to wave the toxicity off with the reasoning of rebellious children, yoongi knows what it is like to feel like a failure, to not be good enough even for the people that brought you into this world to consider you enough, he knows that it is in all actuality the mistake of parents but it's far easier to blame maturing minds than those minds that have attained maturity according to society no matter how toxic and bullshitty they are, yoongi's heart teared at the sound of yours sobs, he made a promise to himself that starting today you won't be subject to this, he will never allow that, you are his starting today (doesn't matters that you are still to exchange vows) and he will make sure that no one and no one has the right to say anything mean to you.

Yoongi was so lost in his thought that He didn't see it coming the sound of the clicking of the door lock made his eyes widened and he whipped his head in your direction so quick that it would have gave him whiplash, "y/n! what are you doing?!" Yoongi yelled placing a hand at your torso to keep you flushed against the seat while he brought the car to a rather sudden halt feeling thankful for having you buckled up and for reacting quickly, a second late and you could have opened that damn door and God help him had you been harmed while under his watch.

"I don't wanna go home." You mumbled head hanging down with embarrassment or whatever it was your drunken brain was registering, a exasperated sigh sounded from yoongi his one hand still firmly pressed against your torso and the other he was using to rack through his hairs.

"That doesn't mean you jump out of a moving car." He scolded letting his tone raise at you for the first time, his heart was in his throat he could feel the pounding just what were you thinking, his eyes were dark and hard on your figure, his breathe a little raged at your stupid act, you could have hurt yourself, yoongi was sure that if he had a list on things not to let you do drinking would make the top of it. (In bold letter with exclamation marks for emphasis.)

He bit his inner bottom lip when you flinch at the slight raise of his tone instant guilt hitting him, this is why he didn't wanted to raise his voice at you, this is what he feared, he feared seeing just how bad were you traumatised, he didn't like the fact that you were starting to take a toll on him, gosh the way he wanted to confront your parents the way he wanted to make you sit back and listen to just how absolutely divine you were.

Wait..was he..okay now wasn't the time to confront emotions not when you were a flight risk, he took in a few deep breathes eyes still fixed on your figure, it was when he knew that he was in control enough to talk to you he finally decided to speak. "I am not gonna take you to your parents, I am taking you to my apartment it is your house starting today anyways." He made sure he was as soft spoken and gentle as he could be with being sleep deprived, jealous attacks and a random almost suicide attempt by a drunk you.

Your eyes flew to meet his right when he stopped talking your lower lip jutted out still trembling a little while your small sniffs filled the silence, you didn't say anything just stayed silent nodding before turning back to look ahead of you, yoongi watched you with a perplexed expression not sure if he could trust you to do that whole stupidity again with just how out of your mind you were at the moment, finding no definite answer and not wanting to risk your safety he did the one thing he knew was a terrible idea. (In his mind it wasn't but he is too stubborn to admit that.)

He snorted closing his eyes and fisting his hands tight his jaw clenched trying to summon even single ounce of resistance he could before opening his eyes and unbuckling his seatbelt followed by him leaned in towards you and proceeding to undo your seat belt which was accompanied by him pulling back a little so that he could pick you up from yours seat, his one hands going behind your back to hold you and the other slipping beneath yours knees.

You just sat there smiling looking at how perfectly flawless model like skin he had now that you looked from this close, hands itching to just move forward and touch his cheeks but stopping yourself because of how he had scolded you a moment earlier, a squeak left your mouth when he picked you up effortlessly and situated you both on the driver seat your legs dangling on one side while your were seated on his lap, his one arm encircled around your waist the other placing your head on his chest so that he could drive without any issues. (Not because he wanted to)

"Stay still." He instructed voice strained, trying to deny that fact that you felt so good against him, " I can for a life time." You mumbled flirting even in that hazed out state making yoongi roll his eyes while he didn't hide the smile that tugged the corner of his lips. Your hands reaching up to poke his cheeks giggling at the softness of his cheeks, yoongi tried hard to not smile at how warm and fuzzy his inside felt at the site of you like this, yoongi wouldn't admit but he agreed with you statement from moments earlier, he could stay like this for a lifetime.

You were snuggled up against him mumbling something or the other trying to be a smart mouth even in this wasted state, yoongi couldn't deny how he could feel desire growing within his viens at how your lips kept moving against his clothed chest, he tried hard to restrain himself, his hand that was wrapped around your waist was rubbing soothing circles anything to just relieve the growing uneasy he put himself in, his other hand holding the steering wheel so tight his knuckles had turned even more white. This night has to be one of the craziest one, His limits were being tested in all possible ways and who was responsible, you a rather drunk you who had no idea what you were actually doing.

You were totally oblivious to the way you were making him feel, totally zoned out to give a shit as you lazily hummed drawing patterns on his chest, you were being a torture yoongi had to use all his self restrain to not do something about it, he couldn't help cursing the idiot three for the state you were in, finding it obnoxious that they let you be this way.

It wasn't until yoongi had made it back to his apartment complex and had parked his car that he mustered the courage to look at you, and when he did he felt oxygen leaving his lungs you were already looking at him, and what with that look in your eyes. Not wanting to let his desires control him and mess up with your totally wasted self he helped you out of his car and carried you bridal style (excuse being that you would probably fall) to his apartment.

"Are we sleeping together?" You lazily questioned flashing him a wasted smile which yoongi didn't react to knowing this was the alcohol talking, who was he kidding this was typical you but he had to remind himself that you were drunk, he didn't answer you putting you down and leading you to your (not yet) bedroom, your somehow drunk mind still found it senses enough to admire your surroundings.

" it's freaking huge." You commented flashing a drunk but earnest smile a chuckle escaping the male at your rather blunt remark, your drunk self couldn't help but admire the way his whole face lighted when he smile or the way he looked a total different person in that exact moment, your alcohol driven senses made you turn towards him finally giving in to the desires, hands moving up to cup yoongi's face softly in your hands, yoongi stiffened eyes focused on your face inches away from his, breathe stuck in his throat while you were squishing his cheeks a giggle leaving your lips all the while yoongi was too stunned to speak only resorting to watch you with his whole face lightening up.

"You are cute." You hazily admitted giggling once again before moving closer to him and tiptoeing to place a kiss on his nose, clearly to drunk to register the sharp intake of breathe by yoongi, "you should smile more." You complained pulling back to look at him with narrowed glaring eyes and a scowl adoring your face.

It took everything in Yoongi's control to not grab your face and kiss you senseless, he swallowed harshly before pulling away from your hold and guiding you towards the bed, "you need to sleep." He didn't knew if those words were meant as a reminder to you or himself, not exactly sure what to conclude about his feelings for you, he was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the rug that was infront of him and ended up slipping, his fall was cushioned by the soft mattress of the bed but the fact that you ended up on top of him because he was still holding your hand or because you were particularly clinging to him ever since he saw you tonight.

A groan of frustration sounding from him at just how many cliches were happening and just how frustrating the whole night has been, his eyes opened when you started to laugh clearly finding this funny, drunk or not you were totally the same person.

It was only when he realised what postion you both were in that his whole body stiffened, you were trying to sit up body pressing against his even more, your hands were on his chest for support, you were straddling him!!, his clothed crotch was directly against your clothed heat, he could feel himself twitch and harden at the realization, he was thanking the heavens for you being drunk and not realising just how hard he was by now, the way this whole postion had his mind running into different scenarios.

"You are okay yoonie?" You chirped leaning down closer to his face to maybe look clearly, probably the alcohol making your vision blurry, he just stared deep into your eyes finding it hard to look away from you, he was sure he was hypnotised, you were like a siren calling to him, the urge he felt moments earlier of kissing you just increasing ten folds at your closeness, yoongi had to do something he needed fresh air but what could he do when you were this close or what could he do when you decided that it was a very good time to fucking kiss him.

Yes you fucking kissed him, yoongi's eyes went wide his brain hard at work to register that you were really kissing him, maybe it was the fact that you were drunk and nothing more but yoongi swear he felt a lot more than just desire, he wasn't drunk no he wasn't even in the slightest but still he couldn't get himself to push you away, his own lips chased yours his hands coming up to cradle your face, he could taste the alcohol in your kisses. His eyes closing in pure bliss, a groan escaping him when you moved a little grinding against him.

That serving as a reminder to the man that this wasn't even something you would do, it was enough to make him pull away from you almost reluctant, his eyes taking in your feature your eyes still closed breathed a little out of pattern, yoongi used the opportunity to cradle you and place you beside him so that he could slip off the bed.

"I bet you are not even gonna remember that in the morning." Yoongi mumbled bitterly to himself feeling a pain settle in the pits of his stomach, knowing that kiss would not even be real for you when it was all he would have, he couldn't love you, he couldn't, he can't love, he is not capable of love.

"Don't leave." Your pleading voice coming in a panicked whisper when yoongi tried to get off the bed, your arms wrapping around his torso to keep him from leaving, his movements halting, his racing heartbeat dropping and picking up again registering the sudden shift in the emotions, yoongi wanted to leave but you sounded so utterly broken that he couldn't get himself to leave you. He couldn't when you were this lost, it wasn't fair, he couldn't control himself long but he couldn't leave you either, this is why he hated you since the start you were going to be a problem he knew it.

"You are drunk y/n." That's all the reasoning he gave to you recieving an eager shake of your head, your forehead pressed against the side of his left arm, yoongi sighed feeling worn out with just so many things thrown his way in such a little while, he didn't knew what to make out of your behaviour, you were always so full of emotions that it was hard to understand just what he was supposed to concentrate on. "I am sorry..I am so s-orry, please don't leav-e m-e, I d-on't wannna fuuck th--is up too." Your broken pleads stinging his heart even more, his stomach tied into knots as he realised just what this was about. His mouth ran dry, a burning feeling igniting in his chest, the feelings he had long buried surfacing and mocking him through your words, you sounded so much like him, you sounded so much like a failure the same way he had been years back.

"I promi--se I won't le-t youu dowwn." Your voice cracked muffling to loud wail, you never could let him down how was he supposed to make you understand that, will you believe him if he just said the word or would you think it was just hollow words, yoongi turned on his sides facing you, gently grabbing your face and wiping your tears away with his thumb, his lips pressing against your hairline at regular intervals to keep you comforted while you cried your heart out.

"You didn't let anyone down y/n, your never did such a thing my love." Yoongi comforted letting you snuggle closer to him and hide your face in his chest hiccups shaking your body while he rubbed yours back to soothe the burning ache of trauma down. "No -yoong-i I did." Your voice was muffled your head shaking while your hand fisted his t-shirt, yoongi wanted to tell you just how wrong you were, he wanted to tell you just how much good you were, he wanted to tell you how he saw you but that wouldn't end well that wouldn't end well without you realising that this what you both had wasn't a simple relation and the possibility of scaring you away, no he couldn't.

"You didn't my love stop being so hard on yourself." Yoongi pleaded his voice acting like a soothing lotion to your burning soul, "I disappointed them, I failed so many times, I couldn't be the daughter they wanted, I couldn't be perfect like they wanted me to be.." you trailed off sniffing and pressing yourself even further into him, wanting to just feel the comfort he was radiating, to wanting to think about nothing but how at home you were feeling next to yoongi.

"But I tried yoongi, I trie--d so hard, but but..I just couldn't do it." You again broke out into hysterical cries wailing like an infant while yoongi mummered sweet nothings in your ear his lips pressed firmly in a straight line, his one hand rubbing your back while the other was holding the back of yours head, fingers interwined in your hairs massaging your scalp in some sort of comfort. He knew you needed those words out of your system but that made him wonder were you always like this when you drink and if you were why would your friends let you get drunk, if you looked this broken how could they manage to see you cry and not do something about it.

It was when yoongi was sure that your crying had come to a slowdown that he peeled you away from him so that he could look at your face, his one hand placed on your cheek thumb caressing the apple of your cheek, eyes so genuine that he knew your drunk mind would register the look even in that hazed out state partially thankful for not being sober or you would have seen the hearts in his eyes.

"it's not your fault that they weren't able to appreciate the good you had, there job was to be there for you no matter what you did and they failed, it doesn't has to be you taking the consequences of their actions, they never cared about you and just expected things from you, so you don't need to care either." Yoongi tried to make you believe each of his words, knowing you wouldn't remember it but that didn't stop him from expressing just how much he admired you or how much you deserved it.

"I know you care, ofcourse you do it's your parents but just because they are your parents doesn't means they get to decide your self worth, I don't care who they are, you will be mine starting today and the only opnion that should matter to you should be mine, do you know what I think of you?" He questioned keeping his voice serious the way he would use a tone to negotiate an important buisness deal.

You shook your head your eyes not meeting his not ready to register the look in them, a fear residing in your stomach that if you looked up you would see the look of disappointment in them like you have seen all your life.

yoongi didn't liked the fact that you weren't meeting his eyes, he hooked his fingers below your chin tilting it up so that you knew just how much he meant each of his words, "you are a whole adventure, a whole fucking adventure, jimin calls you troubled paradise and I can't agree more you are exactly paradise not realising your own self worth and that is what has you troubled, you aren't meant to be a satisfactory or perfect human you need to be you and that's what I admire about you, you can never let me down y/n and I don't give a fuck if even you feel any other way about yourself from now all you need to care about is my opnion." Yoongi poured his heart out making sure to conceal anything that could give him away, he had to be careful incase you remembered.

But he made sure you knew And he knew you did when you started to cry again but this time not denying his words nor saying Anything, you cried until sleep engulfed you.

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Isn't it irritating when one is trying to sleep and feel sunlight hitting there face like it's filling the crack of a missing sibling who always loves to annoy us, okay let's rethink that to say that you were annoyed would be showing just the tip of what you felt at the moment with that blaring headache and the sun deciding it was a good day to be a bitch was enough to set anyone off.

You groaned turning on the other side to shield yourself from the merciless light throwing a hand over your eyes, "kookie shut the curtains please." You pleaded keeping your eyes shut and trying to get in a more comfortable postion, weird mostly when you stayed back at one of the guys house they would always cuddle up in the morning, why was the bed so empty today also why didn't it smelled like Jungkook's regular cologne, your sleepy brain didn't give much mind to it only frowning when no effort was made by the very said friend.

"Jungkook shut that damn curtain." You groaned throwing a pillow from beside you, it was such an used environment to you that you knew where to throw a kick or some object to locate the guys and with that damn headache splitting your brain you couldn't be any more patient.

"You are up?" You hummed sleepily cuddle further into the warmth of the blankets, wait that Isn't Jungkook's voice, and why in heavens did it sound like yoongi?! your eyes opened in an instant the arm over your eyes coming down, you turned your head towards the source of the voice finding a rather domestic looking yoongi standing by the door leaning against the door frame, gone were the suits and formal button down with slack, stood before you in all his glory was yoongi in a white cotton v neck t-shirt and black pajama arms crossed making his form seem muscular with the way his biceps were bulging out in the slightest, you would have stared shamelessly had the headache not decided to be a bitch with just how it was paining so bad. Your insides feeling even more agitated by the fact that you would have to pass on such a good opportunity to ogle him.

You groaned propling yourself up on your left elbow while you massaged your forehead with the other, "Where am I?" You questioned out loud not missing the footsteps that moved closer and were soon replaced by an arm around your shoulder helping you to sit up the warmth rolling of him in waves, your nostrils filling with his familiar scent, you tried to rake your brain for last night updates but found none, yoongi handed you a pill for the headache and a glass of water to down it.

"Our apartment." It took everything in you to not choke at the fact that you didn't even remember how you had ended up here and secondly did yoongi just said our?? Instead of his??, you were glad your lips were tightly pressed against the glass downing the cool liquid down your suddenly dry throat, you were sure your face might be red thanking the sun for the first time since you woke up for being an excuse if yoongi dared question the redness of your face, but he didn't he just let you be probably knowing just how much your headache was being a real damn problem. You swear you would never drink again stupid you for being tempted by taehyung's boxy siren smile.

Yoongi told you to get fresh and come for breakfast, he didn't stayed back and you were glad because you needed a moment, you decided to listen to him after admiring the whole room which seem to have come out of one of those YouTube videos you saw with jungkook and then the walk in closet that surprised you when you found all new branded clothes perfectly your size hanging in there paired with all those matching footwear and bags, you knew you had jokingly told yoongi a few times that you were going to drain his money by being a material girl but you never thought he would take that serious, you were literally amazed and actually giddy when you came across them not entirely sure what to make of this gesture of yoongi, he would probably say because you are my wife or whatever but holy shit even after being from a rich family and loving shopping didn't help at the moment.

after an eternity (actually 20 minutes) of checking everything out you reluctantly left to get fresh.

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Yoongi always thought marrying would be something he wouldn't do and if he did he surely will marry someone who will be mature, mature in the sense would know that yoongi wasn't looking for love and so shouldn't anyone in him, someone who would keep there distance from him and won't try to force conversation or make their presence known to him, he never expected he would marry a walking trouble machine that has 24/7 redbull wings energy and can't stop flirting with him and worst of all he never expected he would actually like the possibility.

The padded sound of slippers hitting the tiles in a soft rhythmic manner a little rushed but still not disturbing (he wouldn't find them disturbing even if they were) resonating in the otherwise serene apartment informed yoongi of your arrival, yoongi braced himself practicing his stoicness for your scary jumps or rather infiltrating behaviour, "since when do you play a fucking piano?!" Your surprsie was barely concealed the tone of your voice making him bite back a smile, yoongi just glanced briefly at you from over his shoulder and returned back to his work, he made sure you didn't see the happy smile on his face at the fact of you wearing one of the dresses he got for you, something possessive clicking inside of him feeling like you were his, childish for someone who was said to be mature but not something he wanted to correct. "since I was 12??" He questioned tone bored trying to act unaffected shrugging for added emphasis, he could feel the heat of your gaze on him also could hear the slight dramatic gasp you just let out at his words.

He didn't say anything waiting for your comment but was met with the sound of your footsteps that stopped inches behind him, he didn't react to them still trying to do his best but he lost all that act when you peeked over his shoulder looking at the pancakes that were being cooked, yoongi gulped harshly at how he could particularly feel your heat, your hands on his shoulder to keep you up while you tiptoed to look at his art, you could feel the rigidness of his muscles under your touch, you might or might not have done this intentionally but it wasn't like you could help it, being a Baker and smelling something sweet always gets the best of your instinct.

You looked at the pancakes slowly turning the delicious brownish golden shade the heavenly scent filling your nose when you sniffed closing your eyes and humming in approval, you could feel yoongi watching you but that didn't hazed you even in the slightest, your spoiled brat taking the lease in hand and putting the man in even more misery by turning to face him, your face inches away from his.

Yoongi didn't look away, he was trying to put an unaffected act but it was hard when you were smiling softly all angelic towards him, face so close to his, body particularly clinging to his back, It made him wonder how was he going to survive even a month with you like this or was he even going to make it a week before he did something he might regret.

"You can cook too?" You sounded genuinely curious and surprised, yoongi just nodded his head turning his head back toward the work at hand clearly not able to hold your gaze any longer without feeling the strong urge to taste if your lips still tasted like they did last night.

You gasped animatedly pulling away from him and stumbling back which made yoongi raise a brow in amusement, he turned back to face you seeing the way you were looking at him like he told you that the fairytale were actually a lie, "this ain't fair, i find on the morning before my wedding that you play a piano, you know how to cook, what's next huh you have a pet??" You tried to sound betrayed eyes wide and glaring at yoongi, that usual pout on your face while you jabbed a finger in his direction, yoongi just rolled his eyes hands stuffed in his pocket his lips pulled down in a downturned smile which even he seems to not able to control.

"A dog and a cat." He simply informed keeping his tone bored clearly biting his tongue to hold back a chuckle when you gasped jaw going slack and a hand coming to your chest like the blow was physical, you were such an animated person it was hard to stay serious with you, yoongi watched you exhale sharply before you turned your eyes back to him from the floor, your eyes narrowing into thin slits glaring at the man in joking rage.

"That's it, I am calling off the wedding." You announced throwing your hands in the air, keeping your expression serious even though you wanted to smile widely when yoongi chuckle sarcastically for the first time since you had known him (2 months seems like a lot of time), "seriously this isn't even that big." Yoongi commented running his finger through his hairs watching how your eyes jumped to them before you actually gained your self control back and scoffed at his words.

"Are you for real??, a morning before my wedding I find out that I am gonna be a mother to two babies and it isn't even big?!, I know nothing about the man I am about to call my husband after a few hours." You talked animatedly waving your arms in the air making yoongi sigh while a small smile graced his lips, "it never came up love that's all.." yoongi trailed off realising what he just did, he called you what??, you recovered from the shock far quicker than yoongi, your eyes lighting mischievously while you pouted narrowing your eyes but that happy expression on your face, you were good at concealing the fact that your heart jumped at his words, "your buttering ain't gonna make me drop my decision." You joked trying to make it anything but awkward you could see the pink on yoongi's cheeks that alone making you want to kiss him..wait..what..okay..nevermind you had a crush on him anyway.

Yoongi visibly relaxed at your comment, glad that you didn't question his words, he chuckled at your words nodding his head, "okay okay fine I am sorry I should have told you." Yoongi apologized raising his hands up in surrender, "not convinced need more than that." You conditioned trying to hold back the tugging of your lips resisting a smile, yoongi stayed silent for a moment biting his inner cheek before he decided to speak, "how about pancakes?" He questioned tipping his chin towards the pan that was still on the stove, which he had made sure to turn off when he started to defend himself against you.

A smile broke on your lips, slightly mischievous but still a little fake stoic, "only if I can see my babies photos after breakfast and hear more about the piano and you in general." You conditioned not letting this amazing opportunity slip, it was about time you inflirated him on level 2, yoongi didn't take time to nod his agreement anything than having to see you angry with him even if it was fake and he enjoyed it.

You squealed skipping to the small dinning table that was situated in the middle of the kitchen a little distance from the kitchen island, the full floor to ceiling window overlooking the amazing view of the city, yoongi finally broke into a big smile doing quick work of the pancakes and a cup of coffee for you both, he didn't let you help in setting up the table stating you had a hectic day ahead of you.

Finally when you both started to eat a silence fell over you both, it wasn't awkward but was rather comforting but yoongi could see the question clear in your eyes knowing exactly well what you were thinking, "you weren't any different than your usual self, didn't do anything embarrassing to the point I was around." Yoongi assured you keeping his gaze fixed on his food, you looked up from your plate which you had been glaring at for a few good minutes now, you sighed relieved by his statement, "really?" You asked a little hesitant that was the first time he has seen you like this, yoongi nodded his head keeping his expression nonchalant, seeing you visibly slumping at his reassurance.

"Thank God I honestly don't do good with drinking." You chatted digging into your food, turning back to your usual chatty self making yoongi smile, "I saw that." He agreed hiding his obvious smile behind the mug of coffee as he took a sip from it, that had you stopping mid way through putting a pancake in your mouth, you narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him analysing if he was mocking you not finding anything but genuineness in his tone you had no other option than to let him off the hook, "do you sneak out often?" Yoongi's sudden question genuinely surprised you drawing a giggle from you, acting all serious you acted like you were really giving his question a thought humming while you bit into a piece of pancake, "not often just every Tuesday Thursday and Saturday." You answered casually keeping your expression extremely relaxed making the male sigh while a smile graced his face, your heartbeat spiking up at the view of his gummy smile.

God you needed to do something about this stupid crush or your survival mission would become a rather dangerous one, "I forgot your definition of often is different." He mused sarcasm dripping thick from his words the smile still there making you reply back with a boyish smile of yours, "still though it's a surprise your parents don't know." Yoongi commented clearly laying out his curiosity and admiring for you at this brave escapades of yours.

You just shrugged smiling proudly, "advantage of having busy parents beside if they do find out I am not home I could always make an excuse." You explained casually winking at yoongi mischievous both to see that affectionate eye roll and also to put emphasis to your words, "and what would today's excuse be?" He questioned raising a brow, you grinned evily feeling extremely joyed for having such a good conversation on such a dread day, "simple i would use you." You answered pointing your fork in yoongi's direction making the male chuckle his mouth agape in disbelief at how blunt you were being, he didn't see any traces of request in your tone it was just like you were informing him.

"Why do I have a feeling that this isn't the first time i am being used for this little night outs of yours?" He questioned sounding anything but offended, a lop-sided smile plastered on his face making you smirk in agreement, "no wonder you are so successful." You sang chirpy making him scoff in disbelief, that surprised but not so surprised expression on his face while he face palmed clearly knowing it before hand.

Everything went silent for a moment, yoongi didn't hide his smile like he usually would around people, he knew you had already seen through the facade he made for the world to see, And it wasn't he needed that around you, you weren't someone he needed to keep his walls up around and he was slowly starting to pull them down for you.

"So.." when you started to speak yoongi already knew what was coming wasn't going to be good, he could sense the nuisance With that look on your face, "if you plan on eloping remember to count me in." Your announcement in that no joke tone threw him off guard making the man's mouth to fall agape for a moment before his mouth finally decided to work in accordance with his brain, a laugh melodic to your ears rumbling from somewhere of the dark abyss of his chest filled the room.

The barely concealed amusement evident in his eyes as he resigned again remember he quite honestly signed up for this torturing form of entertainment himself, but it wasn't he who was to be blamed, you were...trouble and somehow yoongi liked having trouble.

He didn't knew that chaos was what he craved, having lived so far with the simple idea of a silent life he never thought that adventure was something his soul drew him too, "what would we be the avoiding by eloping together?" He tried to find any rationality to your earlier monologue knowing fully well that they wasn't even an ounce of thought put by you to logistics before you opened your mouth.

He recieved a thoughtful hum from you in reply, a sound rather simple and nothing special but somehow it vibrated deep within his body, something setting off within him, his mind dragging him to surfaces yet stranger to him with you in them.

"I don't know I just think it will be fun, I can already imagine the trending headlines of the gossip columns talking about how the most anticipated wedding took the unexpected turn!" You beamed cutting yoongi's stream of dark thoughts with that overly excited tonr which comes with ever new trouble that you decide to bring in.

Yoongi tried to hide his soft smile behind the coffee mug, he knew you already knew he was soft for you, it didn't take a genius and in all actuality you were indeed a genius in your own ways, whatever the facts might be he didn't needed you to know that he was starting to get more and more fond of you.

"Always looking for new ways to be the trending gossip aren't we?" He teased back finding it difficult to not play along with you, you were addicting and his little actions were everything you needed, someone who had been neglect for a lifetime finds it endearing when someone so much as entertain them with attention and here was yoongi showing his at most devotion to you, you didn't deny the fluttering in your heart at his failed attempts of Stoic behaviour, your stupid crush on him increasing ten folds.

Not able to form words because of how warm your inside and cheeks felt at this rather comforting and obnoxiously normal conversation you just managed a cheeky smile in reply finding enough brain cells to pair it with a playful wink which earned you that familiar eye roll and coffee mug shield of his to hide the evident flutter you caused.

You looked down at your plate in an attempt to hide the proud smirk, the conversation from there on continued smoothly filled with minor subtle but not so subtle flirting and general question.

The whole atmosphere was so weirdly peaceful that your minds had started to already think of this as an everyday things starting today, "are your preparation done for the day?" Yoongi questioned a genuine curiosity and concern visible on his face which visibly relaxed when you nodded more like bounced your head eagerly, yoongi chuckled lightly taking the last bite of his pancake his eyes still fixed on you, "I couldn't get this one thing done though." You complained a pout forming on your face, that all too familiar spoiled bratty look on your face.

Yoongi couldn't speak due to have his mouth full but he didn't had to speak a simple questioning eyebrow raise was enough to let his question known, you looked at him with that sad expression which looked a little too suspiciously familiar, his chewing slowing down a bit in anticipation as the blood in his viens rushed faster.

"I couldn't get some sexy lingerie for tonight." He shouldn't have been surprised but he still was and he shouldn't have choked but he did.

What a perfect way to start his wedding day.

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the girl I met in bodie

Pairing : steve rogers x reader

Summary : Steve is on the run. Who knew he would find you in a ghost town?

Warnings : smut/violence/18+

A/n - been a while. trying to get back into the swing of things. hope you all enjoy!! feedback is greatly appreciated.

He met you in Bodie.

It was a hundred degrees and the pick up truck had broke down, hood breathing smoke along asphalt; sun beating unforgiving against his back. It was bad - and Steve had seen war.

He’d been on the run a few months now. Got separated from Sam after the government got intel and they were close to catching them. Not close enough.

Bodie was a ghost town. Dilapidated wooden buildings - breathe near them and they’ll collapse - plotted along ashen ground burning orange under constant sunlight. It was trapped in time, as he was. The world around it moving forward and it was forever in a period long forgotten.

He found himself relating to it.

The wood tombstones groaned under a shift of hot wind, knocked Steve in the lungs with gravel in his throat. The sun was setting, hues from a flame blazing across the horizon, licking the blue of the sky with a sharp tongue.

He couldn’t fix the truck in darkness.

—

When he first saw you, he thought you were a ghost - nearly shat his pants.

The barrel of a gun pointed towards his head, dangerous look in your eye because you didn’t get many visitors around these parts - that was clear.

Especially not visitors that were superhuman.

You were dressed modern. Denim cut offs, white spaghetti strap and a beat up pair of pink converse. Your skin was slicked, glowing and healthy. You must have been young, Steve guessed early twenties because you had that spark in your eye.

The one that gets snuffed out after time. Erodes away in your hands like dust and bone.

You study him, eyes a picture of nature; green flecked with amber. Wars stopped over those eyes. World at peace in vast green forests in golden light.

“Can I help you Captain?” So you do know who he is.

You make him nervous. He scratches the nape of his neck with a hum, “trucks busted. I could use somewhere to lay low.”

Everyone I know wants me dead.

He sees the clogs turning, the fight in your conscience before your eyes seem to shift and you saunter past him, waving a hand.

“Follow me,” you say. He does.

—

You’re guarded.

You don’t give much away, keep your cards close to your chest and Steve has a hard time reading you. There’s so many questions on the tip of his tongue - why are you alone? What’s your name? What’s your favourite colour?

He asks none of them.

You’ve built a home for yourself. Done up one of the old buildings and painted it blue, a calming blue. You’d built furniture, added your own touch and he wondered if you painted the pictures on the wall.

Your home was immaculate. Cabin in the woods type shit. A neutral colour palette - sepia toned photograph; burnt copper in his mouth. Spotless and well kept.

You’re cooking in the kitchen when he finds himself asking, “do you like to paint?”

He notices the small flicker of a smile as you toss onions in a pan, the soft sizzle becoming all too loud because he felt he overstepped a mark.

“Used to,” you say, adding garlic to the pan and Steve’s stomach growls. “Not been feeling inspired as of late.”

“You’re good,” Steve admires an abstract piece. A meld of red and gold swirling around negative space, a cool stream of blue twisting like veins. It sits above the fireplace in your living room, caught his eye the minute he walked in.

“Thanks,” and he thinks he sees a blush tint your cheeks, a crack in your tough exterior; an inner beauty bursting through for a fleeting moment before you’re serious again.

You place a plate in front of him, sliding a fork across the counter. Tomato pasta. “I can help you with the truck,” you don’t look at him again as you leave the room.

He doesn’t see you again that night.

—

He sees you smile for the first time a week later.

A grin, brighter than the golden gates and it’s at something he said - he can’t remember what because your smile clears his brain of any thought. For a moment he thinks he’s forgotten his name because fuck - that smile.

It lit up your whole face. White gleaming teeth, sparkling eyes - you were breathtaking.

Turns out the truck was beyond repair. Broken engine melting in the heat because it had been running for five years past its sell by date. You offered to let him stay.

“Whatever’s chasing you won’t find you here.”

So he accepted. What’s he got to lose? The Avengers was over. He had no idea where Sam was, and even if he did he had no way of getting to him.

You had also made it an easy decision to stay.

You intrigued him. Lit this fire he hadn’t felt since Peggy and he couldn’t ignore it because what if he missed out on something wonderful. He wanted to know about you, but so far he’d only gotten a name.

“I heard you jumped out of plane without a parachute,” there’s this playful glint in your eye.

“Is it impressive if I say I did?” He smiles.

“Are you trying to impress me Captain?” It’s sultry, match sparking in his loin.

Your hair is wild around your head, swollen with the humidity in the air. A mane of brunette framing a god-like face and how the fuck can you look like that. A forest nymph he’s only read about in story books.

“Yes,” he replies and you laugh. It’s a beautiful sound, sparks life deep into his soul; makes the air catch in his lungs at the sweet melody pouring honey over his ears.

“I don’t think I’m your type Rogers,” you say.

—

You lift a man into the air with your fucking mind.

Steve thinks he’s gone mad at first, but it was very much real. Hand outstretched, concentration unshaken and he squirms as he levitates - chest heaving in fear before he’s knocked out - falls to the ground and Steve’s mouth is open.

It was a flurry up until that point. He was ambushed, men in black - probably sent from the government. He managed to get most, but the one that was sneaking up behind him. The one you stopped. With your mind?

You turn towards him, “are you okay?”

What the fuck was that? - was what he wanted to say. Instead, he stuttered, shaking his head clear of fog before thanking you. You smile at his confusion.

“I suppose I should probably explain.”

Turns out you were born that way, didn’t start showing until you were nine and your parents couldn’t cope. It wasn’t long before you were taken into an institution - used as a Guinea pig. You escaped at 17, a kid with the world on her shoulders, her beating heart in her hand.

The secrecy made sense. Months of avoiding personal questions, a guarded wall he was prepared to climb. There was just something there. He could see it with you - life. A way other than war. Maybe that was naive of him.

You sit on the sofa, legs propped up on the table in front of you; a joint hanging from your fingers. The smell is strong, singes at the hairs in his nose and you laugh at the look on his face.

“Man, you’re really stuck in the 40’s,” you joke, eyes bloodshot; smile slightly off balance but you’re still a dream.

Steve huffs, “I am not.”

“Take a draw then,” you hold the burning stick in front of his mouth. If you’d asked him two months ago, he would’ve said no. It was different now. He didn’t feel like Captain America anymore - he felt like Steve Rogers. The kid from Brooklyn, living one hundred years in the future with you.

Living the life he never had in a fucking ghost town - who would’ve thought.

He surprises you when he takes a draw, tipping ash into a glass tray. After a couple his vision hazes, a calming numbness crosses his mind and his gaze slides over you.

“Wait til’ America hears about this one,” you joke, and Steve laughs. He could see the headlines now - Beloved Captain America says yes to Drugs.

Something changed in your eyes that night, like a barrier peeling from the outermost layer of your skin. He’s staring at you - he knows that - but you’re not looking away either.

He wasn’t good at reading the signs, and something deep in his stomach told him to move.

When he kissed you it felt right.

Soft pillowed lips sliding together he felt like he was tasting paradise on his tongue. You kissed him back - passionate, gentle compared to your icy exterior but that was all it was. Deep inside you were a flowering beauty, filled with secrets and he wanted to know them all.

He wanted you.

“You’re a good kisser for ninety-seven,” you smirk.

“Shut up.”

He kisses you again.

—

You have nightmares - the blood curdling kind.

He bursts into your room to find you screaming into a void - eyes closed, unconscious. He gets beside you, whispers sweet nothings in your ear - you’re okay. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.

You awake with a start, panting for breath, holding your chest with a flat palm. Cradling your head you lean forward and he lets you catch your breath. Your back was hot to the touch, as though a furnace had been lit under the surface of your skin.

“Sorry I woke you,” you say.

Steve shakes his head, “don’t be, you alright?”

You nod with a broken smile. The forest in your eyes was dark, glazed over with clouds of exhaustion. What was it like waking up when you were alone? Steve imagined you coped, you were made of tough stuff. Yet, the idea of anyone having to deal with that made his heart twist in his ribcage - especially you.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks you. He doesn’t want to overstep. You’d made progress and he didn’t want you to shut him out now.

You surprise him when you say, “stay.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate, and you make room for him; pulling the sheet back to allow him to get in with you. When you rest your head on his chest it’s like home. White picket fences and green green grass and where he was meant to be.

“I get them too,” he admits to you, taking a hand through your thick hair. “About the war, about going in the ice.”

You don’t judge him. A slender finger slides over his chest, makes the hair at the nape of his neck stand to attention because you had that affect on him. Only you.

“I’m glad your truck broke down,” you said.

“Me too sweetheart,” he replied with a smile.

You doze off in his arms. It’s the best sleep he’s had since going in the ice.

—

He makes love to you that summer.

The fire crackles, mixing with the sound of lips on lips - the shedding of clothes. The room is too-hot, sweat slicking bare chests as he lays you down on the sofa.

You grip at each other like it’ll be the last time - he hopes it’s not.

Stripped before him you’re like a fever dream. Tits perfectly sat on your chest, the most beautiful he’d ever seen and how did he strike so lucky in a place like Bodie?

Steve kisses down your neck, chest - anywhere he can put his lips because he’d never tasted something as sweet as you, an addicting flavour on his tongue that he never wanted to give up - not now, not ever.

You groan under his worship, a gentle touch you would never expect from a super soldier but here he was; kneading your body as though he were making bread. Studying everything he wanted to remember, because his luck was running short these days and what if you were another carrot that the universe would dangle in front of him. Just to take it away in the end.

When he pushes into the hilt you moan - the most saccharine sound he’s ever heard. It’s like ice on his spine, trickling down each nerve with ease.

“Jesus doll,” he breaths, a blow of air as your pussy squeezes him in an unforgiving way. You whine in response and he begins to move, a slide of - in, out, in, out - and fuck he won’t last long when you look at him like that.

Your hands are on his chest, muscles shifting beneath your finger tips. You legs wrap around his waist as he makes the sweetest vanilla love - the holiday kind. Sunsetting over the horizon kind of bullshit and he wanted to stay here forever.

You call his name, drag your fingers through his hair and he reaches between you; teases your pebble until you’re arching into him. Steve kisses you again, chases the oxygen you breathe because he wants to steal it from you.

“Please Stevie,” you beg, panting and writhing beneath him. He’s pushed you further up the sofa in his relentless pounding, your neck crooked but you don’t care as you cry out - pushing him over the edge.

You can’t get pregnant. You’d told him they’d made sure of that early on. Babies are a distraction. Steve told you you would be a good mom - you were not so sure.

“Are you a virgin?” You ask him as he settles beside you, pulling you into his chest with a grumble.

“That bad huh?” He smirks.

“No,” you chuckle.

—

Steve decided you were his soulmate after a year.

He stopped trying to contact Sam. What was the point? The world would need him again eventually but right now he wanted to be stuck in time with you. You never labelled what you had, kept it at an arms length but Steve knew how you felt about him.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t be alive if you didn’t feel the way he did.

He catches you making breakfast one morning. Frying eggs as you hum and tap your foot - hair a wild mess around your head, his shirt riding high enough for him to catch the smooth curve of your ass. A domesticated goddess, with the ability to rip him limb for limb and he likes that danger.

Steve wraps his arms around your middle, resting a hand on your flattened stomach and he notices the way you soften there. Each layer of you he peeled back was more beautiful than the last, it was hard not to just say -

“I love you.”

Fuck - he said it.

You turn in surprise - maybe you didn’t expect it, or maybe you’ve never heard those words directed at you. For a moment he feels he’s overstepped, maybe you just enjoyed his company and he’s read this all wrong but then you kiss him. Passionate, it washes over him like a promise because you have this ability to make him feel like he did pre serum.

Small and weak, pining after a dame too good for him.

“I love you too,” you reply.

Who knew that the girl he met in Bodie, would be the love of his life.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #captain america #captain america x you #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel #captain america x female reader

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dearreader · 1 year

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royai is just like “we can’t make any promises now can we babe/but you can make me a drink” and “sometimes when i look into your eyes/ i pretend your mind/ all the damn time” and “i don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch” and “what must it like to grow up that beautiful” and “we’re on the phone and i realize your laugh is the best sound. i. have. eve.r. heard.” and “i’m on my guard for the rest of the world/but with you? i know it’s no good” and “the stakes are high/the waters rough/but this love is ours” and “see you in the dark… all eyes on you my magaician… all eyes on eyes on us… you make everyone disappear” and “all eyes on me your illuionust/all eyes on us… i make all your gray days clear” and “i’m so chill but you make me JEALOUS” and “i’d kiss you as the lights went out… swaying as the room gave out… i’d hold you as the water rushes in” and “cause they see right through me/they see right through me/they see right through/can you see right through me?” and “that’s the heartbreak time could never mend/i’d never walk cornelia street again” and “the more that you say the less i know/where ever you stray i’ll follow” and “but it fades away into my day old tea cause it’ll never be” and “you showed me colors you know that i can’t see with anyone else” and “look at this idiotic fool that you made me/YOU TAUGHT ME A SECRET LANGUAGE I CANT SPEAK WITH ANYONE ELSE” and “i’ve been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why” and “and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking” and “i thought the plane was going down/how’d you turn it right around?” and “we’re burned for better” and “somewhere in the haze got a sense id been betrayed” and “all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” and “put your lips close to mine as long as they don’t touch/out of focus eye to eye till the gravity’s too much” and “the only one who has enough of me to break my heart” and “but your untouchable burning brighter than the sun/and now that your close i feel like coming undone” and “i wake up screaming from dreaming/one day i’ll watch as your leaving cause you got tired of my scheming/and life will lose all its meaning (for the last time)” and “it’s nice to have a friend” and “your touch brought fourth an incandescent glow/tarnished but so grand” and “all i know is you held the doors/you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours” and “like starlight starlight don’t you dream impossible things” and “you would break your back for me to break a smile” and “who could ever leave me darling… but who could stay?” and “say my name and everything just stops… i don’t want you like a best friend” and “i don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you” and “i screamed for whatever it’s worth/I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD?”

and people expect me to be normal about that?

#this turned into a MUCH longer post than intended #but there’s just to any taylor swift songs about them #kelly babels #kelly has a hyperfixation #fullmetal alchemist #royai #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #taylor swift

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radio-isnot-dead · 2 months

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The light burns brighter. Her eyes flick around at the bystanders around them

"Is there perhaps somewhere else to go? People are still staring."

She pauses.

"OH! You must find me woefully impolite. Here I am panicking around you and I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Talulah. You may call me Tala, however."

She breathes in and smiles brightly.

"I apologize for my previous loss of composure. It will not happen again. "

The light recedes and settles in her eyes, glowing softly.

- 🐺

"If you're willing to follow me, Tala, I'd be happy to show you where you can stay for a while!"

Alastor offers brushing aside her impolite actions from earlier.

#✮⋆˙anon{🐺}#✮⋆˙anon #✮⋆˙asks #alastor #hazbin hotel roleplay #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor rp #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #rp blog #roleplay blog #hazbin hotel alastor

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cold1dead1eyes · 11 months

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22. surgery

the world is bright behind whumpee's eyelids. it's dizzying. they open their eyes, head pounding fuzzy and heavy like their brain is made of lead. a heart monitor beeps faintly in the background. there's a group of physicians in blue gowns and medical masks hunched over them.

'is the surgery over?' they think, trying to look around, but their body is too heavy. the bright light goes fuzzy around the edges of the figures surrounding them. then-- pain. dull, radiating pain in their stomach. pain in places where they didn't know pain could even reach.

'it's not! oh god, it's not!' whumpee tries to open their eyes wider, to scream, but the paralytic still has it's hold on them. they can feel it like a weighted blanket over their body, making it impossible to move.

something is cut in their chest cavity. whumpee screams internally. it's not sharp, the pain still dulled by the sedatives, but it's still excruciating. pulses of muddled agony wash through whumpee's body, leaving them dizzy and sweaty and terrified.

'stop, i'm awake! i'm awake! stop the surgery!' whumpee desperately pleads in their conscience, but their mouth stays shut. they must look peacefully asleep to the doctors. body still. eyes all but closed. chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm. whumpee doesn't even have it in them to panic; they're just confused, so disoriented, trying to squirm out of their body and somewhere safe.

then something invades their organs. a hand. squelching into their guts, pulling things apart, rearranging the order of their intestines. a burning sense of disgust rolls through whumpee. it's not that painful, not really, but it's wrong. they shouldn't have something that deep inside of them. it's nauseating, and violating.

whumpee's eyes roll in their head. their lips part the slightest amount, trying to vocalize their discomfort but unable to. a nearly silent wheeze comes from their throat. the medical resident monitoring whumpee's heartbeat freezes up.

"holy crap." they whisper, and one of the doctors look back at them. their eyes widen and they bend down over whumpee, shining a brighter light in their eyes. whumpee lets out a pitiful whimper.

"they're awake!" the hands in their guts pause. there's a moment of dead silence, then the surgery room becomes a flurry of motion.

"increase their sedatives! double check their heart-rate, make sure-" the words fade away from whumpee as the heaviness in their bones increases. their eyelids droop closed. they hear the bustle of the operating room one last time before the anaesthetic drags them under.

prompt from @whumpay

#surgery #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whump drabble #medical whump #drugging #immobilized whumpee #temporary paralysis #whumpay #whumpay2023

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septembersghost · 1 year

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@joons CHELSEA?!?!?!?!

#i...#austin butler #my heart #you can’t tell me his spirit hasn’t been present 🥺#there must be lights burning brighter somewhere #elvis

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bippot · 1 year

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Loved bad boy Bob 💕💕💕. Have you seen bad times at the el Royale? If so, Miles fic?

I have seen Bad Times, so here you go...it's quite long (I got carried away)

Summary: Although he doesn't know her movies, Miles becomes enraptured by one of his guest and fails to restrain himself to show her the kind of love he believes she deserves.

Yet, their fling must be kept under the radar because her stage mother is rather possesive.

Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Voyeurism, Fluff and Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Mommy Issues, Childhood Trauma, Gun Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending

Music recommendation: A World Without Love by Peter and Gordon

Full Masterlist - here

Decked out in her favourite sleeveless flared denim jumpsuit the star of stage and screen, the illustrious Y/N L/N, drove into the parking lot of the hotel her manager had told her to check in at. It was a fancy looking place and well known for its clientèle over the years. Senators and thieves and those who liked their privacy had stayed in the establishment ten times over. And, she was sure they paid handsomely for the employees' indiscretion.

Not that Y/N had anything to hide. Rumours swirled around the starlet as they did with everyone in the industry. Yet, unlike those around her, the chatter was just that. They had no solid foundation. No evil deeds that she kept deep in the cupboard for a pesky reporter or detective to uncover. Hollywood and the greater world was yet to tarnish her.

Miles knew that as soon as she sauntered through the door. He could tell as soon as she gave him a warm, genuine smile that the El Royale was no place for a lady with a heart such as hers. This place would corrupt her in no time.

Yet, he couldn't seem to make his mouth move. She looked like a dream come true. Every inch was perfectly sculpted and her hair shone in the soft lights of reception. And, by the time she had gently closed the door behind her and let out a friendly "It's awful windy out there, don't you think?" he was utterly hooked.

Somehow, Miles found his voice. "I hope the weather wasn't too much trouble for you, ma'am."

His reply came out a little stiff and her smile grew brighter when she heard his words. She glanced in all directions, taking in all the lavish interior of the hotel with a curious glance. Her eyes were dancing between each piece of furniture before she glanced up and breathed out, "Such a beautiful chandelier," at nobody in particular.

Admittedly, she did have a point. The El Royale was an alluring hotel because that's what it was supposed to do. The building reminded him of the Monkshood flowers that one of the ladies in his hometown used to grow in her front garden. They were a brilliant, rich purple shade that made all the other gardeners around envious of Mrs Watson's skills. However, they weren't as envious when dear old Sooty the dog decided to taste the petals one day and immediately went into cardiac arrest. Beautiful but deadly.

Then, her gaze was then cast on Miles. He swallowed the lump in his throat at the sight and forced himself to nod back. "Sorry, I can't help but marvel at handsome things," Y/N replied, flashing him her pearly whites once again. That's when he realised she'd been beaming at him as he reminisced about the past. She didn't even seem to register the way his cheeks were burning bright red.

"Its beauty is only surface level." He took a breath so he could lie, "I heard that one of the hotels in Tahoe had the Dalai Lama stay there one time, ma'am. Now that must be the perfect place for one such as yourself. I'm sure I have their telephone number around here somewhere."

Chuckling at him, she walked up to the desk and leant her elbows against the wood, placing her hand on her fist. "I don't think that's true," she stated, completely unaffected by the fact that he'd lied to her, and she tilted his badge so she could read it. "My dear Miles, you have been fed misinformation. Yet, I think you know that too."

Fuck, he'd never been good at lying, especially to pretty ladies. Clearing his throat, Miles tried to ignore how close she had gotten. Not a single muscle in his body relaxed at all. All he could see was that face. Damn the way that her lips formed his name like a prayer, and damn how mesmerising she looked as she said it.

While she wasn't currently in danger, she could be. Staying at the El Royale increased her chances at brushing shoulders with the seedy side of reality. The hotel held many secrets within its walls, and he desperately refused to add hers to the list. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't like he had much of a choice.

"Aren't you going to give me the big speech?" she questioned him, tilting her head to the side. "My mama stayed here a while back. She said the boy behind the counter had real stage presence when he gave her the speech."

Stage presence? Nobody had ever told him that he was charismatic in any way. In fact, he thought he was downright boring most of the time. He hadn't even gone to college or studied or done anything remotely interesting - anything he felt comfortable telling a stranger. If someone had told him that he possessed some sort of charm, he would have laughed them out of the room.

"Your mama oversold my skills," he joked, trying to keep his cool. Though the way that her lip curled up at the corner made his knees go weak. "Still, I'll do my best."

Here it was. He walked around the desk and stood on the state line, delivering the lines he said every day. Obviously, he knew them like the back of his hand but he felt obligated to recite them with a bit more gusto than usual. Maybe it was because she was looking at him like he was the most interesting thing in the lobby.

"The El Royale is a bi-state establishment. You have the option to stay in either the great state of California." Playfully, he hopped into California. Then, he slid into Nevada, dragging his foot to meet the other with a flourish of his arms. "Or the great state of Nevada. Warmth And sunshine to the west or hope and opportunity to the east. Which would you prefer?"

"Bravo, bravo!" she applauded loudly, making the man blush from the compliment alone and he gave her bow as if he'd just been on Broadway. "Can I give you one tinsy piece of advice?"

"Of course, ma'am."

"Have a little more hope in your skills, Miles. My mama was right."

Oh god, what was happening? Why was the girl being so kind to him? Nobody was this nice to him unless they were after something. But, there was no trace of mockery or ill intent in her features. There wasn't even a hint of malice. She genuinely seemed to find Miles likeable and amusing. That was new. And he was not sure what to make of it.

"To answer your expertly delivered question, Nevada please. Don't mind which room. As long as it's got a comfy bed, I'll be content."

"Would've expected you to be a California girl after all, Miss-"

"Call me Y/N," she offered, holding out her hand for him to shake. Once he did, her fingers felt so warm against his and he was trying to focus on something other than her touch. He was failing miserably. His hand lingered longer than necessary, and yet, she didn't seem to mind at all. "It's very nice to meet you, Miles."

Now, he had no idea where the confidence came from that graced him with the ability to lift her knuckles to his lips and softly kiss them, but he did it and he did it with a warm smile. "Likewise, Miss Y/N."

Was she blushing?

"Just Y/N, Miles. No need for formalities."

"Y/N."

He repeated it slowly, savouring the way it felt slipping off his tongue, like sweet honey. It was almost foreign. The way it rolled on his tongue in the most pleasing way possible. He was glad that the others weren't around to hear how utterly enchanted he felt by the woman in front of him.

"Which room has the comfiest bed then? Or have you already stolen that one for yourself?"

Before he could stop himself, he scoffed, "Definitely not. My bed is like sleeping on rocks," and there was no disputing how her expression changed. She looked somewhat concerned and slightly alarmed at his statement. "It's not like I sleep much anyway."

If he thought that admission would ease her, he was wrong. It only served to confuse her further and cause a deep frown to form on her lips. He gulped nervously under the weight of her stare and quickly tried to brush past it.

"Room Four. It's closest to all the amenities here in reception and has the comfiest bed on the Nevada side."

For a moment, neither of them moved, then Miles turned to retrieve her key and money when she handed enough over for the week, but the sudden silence of the surroundings made him hurry up his actions. He hadn't moved so fast in so long.

"I'll walk you to your room," he blurted out suddenly and instantly cursed himself for doing so. It sounded incredibly creepy and stalkerish; a bad combination in his book. Despite the fact that he was the bellhop too, he wished he'd never said it so frantically.

"Lead the way."

With a curt nod, Y/N followed him as he walked her to her room across the lobby. The entire trip to her room, he kept glancing back at her, wondering if she noticed the strange behaviour he was exhibiting or if it was just him. Whatever it was though, it was making him feel awkward.

As they finally arrived at her room, Miles turned towards her, trying his hardest to look calm despite feeling as if he were suffocating underneath the pressure of her gaze. Her eyes were filled with an emotion he didn't want to decipher, but judging by her expression, he would've guessed that it was probably a worry.

Was she worried about him? Had he somehow offended her? Perhaps she saw through his act, or perhaps she was merely curious as to why he kept looking at her strangely. However, before he could ask her if he'd done anything wrong, she spoke first. "Are there any other guests here?"

"No, ma'am. Just the two of us."

"We're alone?"

The hopeful tone she spoke with was not lost on him. Although her voice remained casual and composed, it did not escape his attention. He nodded slowly.

"Wow, I've never been alone before," she breathed out, smiling at him, her expression showing pure joy at their current situation. He certainly didn't miss the flutter that shot through his heart. Stepping towards him, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and took her suitcase from his grip. "Thank you, Miles."

Without saying anything else, she disappeared into her room, leaving Miles standing there dumbfounded and completely speechless. His chest tightened, causing him to wonder whether she'd truly enjoyed the brief moment that they shared together or if she was just playing him or if she was just that nice.

Either way, his brain couldn't help but replay the sound of her laughter again. It was soft and sweet and made him forget... fuck, he forgot to get her to sign the ledger. That stupid ledger! He stomped towards the front desk to get it and returned to her door less than five minutes after she had closed it.

"Yes, Miles?" She asked through the wood as he knocked on it.

"Sorry, Y/N, ma'am. I forgot to get you to sign the ledger, do you mind if you could do it now? I can always come back later if -"

She opened the door to reveal her face without a trace of makeup on it and she was obviously about to change as the puffy shirt she'd been wearing under her jumpsuit was gone and the straps had clearly been hastily pulled over her shoulders so she wasn't revealing her cleavage too much.

It made his insides churn and he swallowed harshly in an attempt to quench the rising lust he felt for her. Instead, he cleared his throat and forced a smile onto his face, although he really wanted nothing more than to just grab her by the waist and drag her into his arms, kissing the life out of her senseless.

Then he remembered the ledger and held it out towards her. She smiled at him before taking it from his hands. Without another word, she began scribbling her name onto the page in neat, cursive handwriting. She even added a smiley face at the end for extra measure.

"There. Done," she exclaimed excitedly and handed it back to him. "Did I see one of those Automat thingamabobs earlier?"

"You did, ma'am. We offer both sandwiches and pies." He leaned forward and whispered, "Although, I must admit - and I beg of you to not tell my boss - the food here ain't as tasty as it used to be. I apologise in advance. Try to get apple pie if you can, it's the best of the worst."

Following his lead, she also closed the gap between them and inquired in a hushed voice, "So, does that mean you would decline if I asked you to join me?"

The way she looked up at him from beneath her lashes with such innocent, pleading eyes, made him feel so hot inside. He was certain that he wouldn't last a single second with her if he let her continue looking at him like that.

Fuck it. "Any chance to spend more time in your presence, I'll take, ma'am."

Her eyes widened, seemingly taken aback by his response, and her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. There was no doubting it this time, she definitely blushed at that. "Really?" She asked, sounding more surprised than he expected her to be. "Oh Miles, you're too sweet for your own good. I'll meet you at seven?"

"I'll be there."

Without giving himself another chance to speak and somehow fuck up, he hurriedly walked back to reception, cursing internally that he hadn't said goodbye properly, and headed towards the bar to pour a glass of whisky for his nerves.

As he was doing that, Y/N was lying in bed, her head resting on the pillow, gazing up at the ceiling. Her fingers idly toyed with the ends of her hair, twisting the strands about each other in an effort to keep herself from squealing aloud in pure glee from his bold declaration.

Now, her mama wouldn't approve. God no. But... her mama wasn't here. What harm could it do? He had been nothing but friendly and polite with her so far. Despite how Y/N knew she was naïve when it came to the outside world and those inhabited it, she could tell that Miles didn't want to hurt a fly.

Whether he was capable of hurting a fly or not was a completely different question. A question that she didn't know the answer to.

To occupy her time before dinner, Y/N decided to change into something more comfortable. Miles had arrived when she thought about putting her nightgown on, but now, that wasn't appropriate. She needed to look presentable for dinner with her new friend, especially since he seemed like a proper gentleman who deserved her respect and gratitude.

Miles usually checked up on his guests through the two way mirror to ensure they had settled in without trouble, which was the most innocent way he used the observation corridor. It was so he could prepare if they asked for more towels or pillows before they'd even said the words out of their mouth to him. This part tended to last a quick two minutes.

Not this time. When he first realised she was changing, Miles shielded his eyes instinctively. But then his curiosity got the better of him and peeked at her through a slit between his fingers to find her shimmying down the bottom of her jumpsuit. His jaw immediately hit the floor in complete shock and he stared unabashedly at her curves. His eyes traced every single dip and part of bare skin from her neck to her breasts to her thighs and her waist to her... to everywhere she was exposed.

He felt lightheaded just looking at her. How could a woman be this beautiful? Was it possible? His thoughts swirled around in his mind, drowning out everything else as she removed her bra, leaving her clad only in a white, lacy panties. He couldn't breathe at all due to how aroused he was right now.

When she put her new dress on, he immediately felt a little guilty for staring so shamelessly at her. He hadn't meant to stare; it's just that she was simply too tempting. Once she was dressed, he shifted so he could no longer see through the mirror, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself and his erection down. It would be a sin to touch himself over what he just saw. Not because he didn't want to - because he did want to, he really wanted to - but because it would be perverted.

Even though Miles had never had the touch of a woman before, he knew what it entailed after filming it so many times. Truthfully, it terrified him. The kind of intimacy he usually witnessed was rough, crude and violent. Y/N didn't deserve that. She was soft and kind, caring and gentle. She didn't belong in that category, and therefore, he realised he shouldn't touch her. Under no circumstances should he ever treat her in such a way.

But his body betrayed him, telling him otherwise as he felt his cock hardening further. He couldn't touch her, but he could touch himself. In order to ease the pain and satisfy the throbbing ache that formed within his member, Miles had to do something about it. His fingers fumbled with his belt for a moment before finally managing to release the latch and pull it open. He quickly reached down and unzipped his jeans, allowing them to fall to his thighs.

His breathing grew heavy when he looked down. The bulge between his legs stood tall and prominent. He couldn't wait anymore and took himself into his hand, stroking his shaft while closing his eyes tightly. He slowly pumped up and down, gradually increasing the speed of his motion until he found a rhythm where it all began to melt away until there was only him lost within the image of her, and a pleasurable haze surrounding his body.

The pressure was building up behind his stomach and he groaned, gripping tightly onto the corner of the wall beside him for support. He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't stop. He clenched his jaw together tightly and pressed his forehead against the cold wall as his hips bucked upwards, trying desperately to find relief.

With one last powerful thrust that shot him directly to heaven, he let out a cry of pleasure as he released all of his feelings all over himself. His body trembled slightly from the adrenaline coursing through him and he slid down the wall to sit in a heap on the floor, ashamed but sated for now.

Once he had recovered his breath enough to think again, he wiped the dribble off his chin - that he was unaware of until his sense came back to him - and sped to his room in order to change his clothes and rid himself of the remnants of his indiscretion in a hurry. As he threw open the wardrobe and pulled out a fresh pair of clothes, he tried to focus on getting ready for dinner, not the sight of Y/N's lush, inviting curves lying there invitingly and tempting him with their beauty once again.

Clearly, he was going insane. He could feel himself becoming obsessed with her. It wasn't fair for him to have such desires, not when he barely knew anything about her. Yet, he craved her company so deeply. He found himself unable to help himself. It was impossible to not get drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He was powerless to resist.

"Hiya Miles!" She greeted as she entered the lobby. He'd been staring off into space, obviously daydreaming and jumped slightly upon hearing her voice. Thankfully, he managed to compose himself and offered her an awkward smile.

Unabashedly, his eyes followed her figure as she moved across to the automat. He pretended to be busy with a piece of paper, pretending not to notice the way that every single movement of hers brought him immense pleasure. And when she turned and caught him watching her, he averted his gaze.

Y/N examined the pies through the glass and came to the conclusion that they were very anaemic looking in their current condition. And, there were only two left. One blueberry. One apple. It almost seemed like fate. She slid coins through the slot and patiently waited on their food to become more toasty.

Inside his head, Miles was having a little conflict. The more time he spent making it seem like he was doing actual work meant less of a chance to overstep his boundaries and get caught red handed drooling over a lady that was so far out of his league. However, he needed to be around her. That's what currently occupied his head - her.

And, she would eventually realise that stapling the same piece of paper ten times was a method of distracting himself.

"Food's done. Do you want to pick the music?" She called out once she'd placed the pies down, looking over her shoulder to see Miles jump at her voice again. "Sorry for startling you, honey."

Honey. He had no idea if she could see how his face softened as he heard that pet name fall from her lips. He shook his head lightly, forcing the silly grin that threatened to form on his face away.

He couldn't resist any more and made his way to the jukebox to pick the song. As soon as he saw Peter and Gordon, he knew that was what he was going to pick. "World Without Love okay?" he asked after he'd pressed the button so it was too late if she hated it. Luckily, the way she bopped her head to the beat implied that she didn't mind it.

Before Miles knew it, he was sitting in front of Y/N with apple pie on his plate. She'd given herself the blueberry, which wasn't as nice as the apple and he'd told her that. Had she forgotten? Or was she being nice yet again?

"How has your day been, Miles?" Y/N inquired as she bit into her pie, letting the lacklustre flavours flood her taste buds and filling her up with happiness despite how soggy the pastry was. "Were there any guests leave this morning or have you been here on your own for a while?"

If Miles didn't know any better, he'd say her eyes glistened a little when she tasted the desert, like a child who'd finally been given a piece of chocolate.

"No visitors," Miles said. "Just been me all weekend. Your arrival was quite the surprise."

"A good surprise, I hope."

Her smile widened as she spoke, causing his heart to flutter and butterflies in his stomach. She really was a sweetheart and even though she was completely foreign to him, he still adored her. It scared the shit out of him how much he genuinely enjoyed spending time with her even though he'd only met her today. She brought a smile to his tired face.

"The best surprise, ma'am," he admitted before taking a bite of his pie. Why did it taste better today? Was it because he was in a good mood? No, no. That can't be possible. It must be a different brand. Yet, he was sure they hadn't changed suppliers.

The pair continued to speak while they ate, a weird sense of familiarity between them despite how unfamiliar they were with each other. And he soon found out she was an actress.

"I'm sorry, I don't get out to the movies much these days," he confessed, sounding almost ashamed. She shrugged.

"Don't apologise," Y/N reassured and leaned her elbow on the table. She played with her fingers while gazing into his eyes for a short while. Then she admitted, "If I'm honest, I don't really like it when people recognise me these days." She chuckled, blushing a little and looked down shyly. "When I was a kid it was exciting. These days? I'm not so sure."

Miles unconsciously slid his hand on top of hers. She smiled and laced her fingers with his and squeezed them gently. A surge of warmness spread through his chest, his face reddening, and he cleared his throat nervously, but didn't shy away from her touch. They shared smiles and a comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying the comfort the simple contact provided.

"If it's any consolation, you're the prettiest movie star I've ever met," Miles blurted out suddenly. He cringed inwardly when he heard the words come from his mouth. He'd intended it to sound smooth, flirtatious even, but it came out rather blunt instead. He stared intently at Y/N, willing for some sort of reaction to take place.

She blinked, surprised by his sudden compliment, her cheeks dusted pink. She opened and closed her mouth for a few seconds before breaking out into a bright smile, causing Miles to relax slightly with a smile of his own tugging at his lips.

"And, you're the prettiest concierge I've ever met," she replied softly. Her eyes danced around the lobby, admiring the beauty of their surroundings, but ultimately settling on Miles himself. He felt a slight thrill course through him as she gazed at him, noticing how intensely his gaze lingered on her lips.

But, he quickly dismissed any thought of kissing her. They probably wouldn't know where to begin and he doubted he would be able to control his actions, which was the last thing either of them wanted. So, he chose to keep his feelings at bay and instead opted for some light conversation.

"How'd you find the pie?" He asked casually, hoping that his attempt at nonchalance would pass unnoticed, although it was rather obvious. But, thankfully, she didn't seem to suspect anything, or if she did, chose to ignore it completely.

"It's... the best dessert I've eaten in years. But, my mamma puts me on a diet so I don't think my judgement is all that good."

"A diet? I've never understood why lovely ladies deprive themselves of the joys of life."

"Well, it's not my choice." She shrugged as though it made perfect sense, before pausing briefly. "I do agree with you though."

After all he'd heard of her mother, Miles was starting to not like the woman very much, especially considering how she treated Y/N. He found himself wishing that he could take care of her properly. Not just because he liked Y/N, although he definitely did. He wished that he could protect her. Protect her honour. Protect her soul. She deserved it.

However, he realised that he'd gotten lost in his thoughts again. The warmth inside Miles grew exponentially as she stared straight back at him with her piercing eyes and the sweetest smile. How long had it been since anyone smiled at him like that? It felt good. Really good.

"Ma'am, I hope you don't find this too forward, but would it be alright if I kissed you?" He blurted out before he even noticed what he'd done.

It was something he'd been dying to ask her ever since the moment he'd set his eyes on her and the feelings of desperation and longing took over whenever the thought of her filled him.

"Yes!" she replied without a hint of hesitation, her eyes twinkling.

As soon as that word slipped out of her mouth, he felt like he was going to melt from the sheer amount of relief coursing through his body, a wave of happiness rushing throughout every inch of his being.

So, she shifted around the booth to sit next to him as he slid his arm on the seat behind her, holding her close. He cupped her cheek in one of his hands and gave an awkward laugh. "I, uh, it's been so long... back in school," he mumbled sheepishly as his thumb brushed her cheekbones. "I'm sorry... I apologise if it's, if I'm not -"

Interrupting him by surging forward and pressing her lips against his own was not something he'd expected her to do, nor was it something he was prepared for. The world seemed to slow down and everything around him disappeared, leaving nothing but Y/N.

For one brief second, he was frozen, too shocked to even react. The soft press of her lips against his own, the hot feeling spreading through his entire body as though a warm blanket had been wrapped around him, her sweet scent flooding his senses was so perfect. And then he returned the kiss, his emotions flowing freely as he moved his tongue along her bottom lip, urging her to open her mouth and allow him access. When she did, he deepened the kiss and ran his fingers through her hair.

Everything melted away as he focused only on her, only on her lips. He was intoxicated by her. His heart pounded loudly in his ears; he couldn't hear anything else as her nails began drawing small patterns against his jaw. He could barely believe what was happening.

And the kiss was far too scandalous to be allowed in polite society. However, neither cared about such things. He felt free; as though he had no torrid past or sketchy present, he had absolutely none of the responsibilities that burdened him in reality. So, he let himself be selfish once more, pushing aside the consequences of doing such things and focusing on how amazing this felt.

How wonderful this felt. How he loved the way Y/N tasted. How she kissed back. The way she matched the rhythm of his mouth. He needed this. Needed to feel her. Wanted to be near her. He pulled away slightly to catch his breath and stared down into her eyes with wonder as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

The room spun a little as he took in a big gulp of air, the sensation dizzying and couldn't help but notice the colour high in her cheeks, her chest rising and falling heavily as she panted. They both sat there in complete silence for what seemed like minutes. Until, finally, he spoke.

"...Is this real?" He whispered, almost scared to say those dreaded words aloud. Because, he honestly wasn't certain.

A movie star kissed him?! That's simply preposterous. Wasn't she supposed to be famous, or something? Why would she be interested in little old Miles Miller? In fact, she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Why, oh why, would she go for a concierge?

"I hope it is," she breathed out and laughed a bit.

"So...if I asked if you wanted to do it again, you would say...?" He trailed off, uncertain and doubtful whether to push for an answer or not.

"Would you like to kiss me again?"

A smile lit up her features when the words left her lips and his eyes flickered downward to study the enticing curve of her lips, his body reacting automatically and leaning towards her.

"Yes. Very much."

Her smile widened impossibly and they leaned in to meet each other halfway, closing their eyes as their lips collided in another searingly passionate kiss. Their lips melded with soft touches, lingering, exploring, learning. Every movement, every gasp, every sigh. Nothing was wasted, nothing was rushed or desperate.

No, this was slow and sweet, and their kisses were tender. Achingly tender. It felt right. Everything felt right.

Then he moaned against her lips and shot away in embarrassment. "I apologise... I, uh, got too into it. Sorry, if I took it too far..." He mumbled awkwardly, avoiding her stare as a blush crept onto his cheeks and spread across his neck. He really, really wished he hadn't crossed a line. "I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable, ma'am."

"What? No! Oh goodness, no," she reassured hurriedly, reaching out to lay a reassuring hand on his forearm. "Please don't worry yourself! I found it rather enjoyable."

"Oh... well, I'm glad to hear that," he replied with a relieved grin, his gaze flickering to hers. And, despite the nervousness swirling within him, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Because, despite all the pain that he'd been put through over the years, his countless failed attempts at finding happiness, his many flaws and imperfections, the terrible person he was as a teenager, the scars and mistakes that littered his body and soul, and the dark secrets he held hidden beneath his skin, he finally found one pocket of happiness in the world, and her name was Y/N L/N.

"I don't usually do this sort of thing, I'm sorry if -"

"Please stop apologising to me." She interrupted him with a slight shake of her head, as though she couldn't believe he was thinking so lowly of himself. "And besides..." her voice dropped to a whisper, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she reached out with one finger and gently stroked the side of his face before continuing. "Who am I to refuse a handsome man such as you? You're quite irresistible."

Miles couldn't contain the delighted grin upon his lips as he looked down at her, his blue eyes twinkling like galaxies as he gazed deeply into her eyes, drinking in every detail, every expression and every tone.

But then his eyes wandered down and he caught a brief look at her bra strap. The fabric of her sleeve had fallen and given him a peek at the skin there.The guilt came washing back into his brain as he felt his face heat up in embarrassment, the memories of watching her in the observation corridor flashing through his mind. He tugged her dress back in place and quickly averted his eyes before she could see the shame he suddenly found himself feeling and cleared his throat nervously.

"I know you just told me to stop apologising to you, but I can't. I did a bad thing, Miss, and I understand if you never want to see me again," he admitted and knelt on the floor beside her while keeping his eyes locked with hers and his voice soft. "Just know, I'll always remember your kindness. Please, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

She frowned as she saw tears forming in his eyes and she immediately stroked his hair soothingly in an attempt to calm him. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked softly, placing the palm of her hand underneath his chin and tilting his head upwards to look her in the eye. "Miles? I don't understand."

"It's just... the first time in a while anyone has ever shown me any kindness and you're so pretty, you are..." he murmured, struggling to find the proper words and, in the end, merely looking into her eyes for a moment before breaking away with a sigh. "This hotel is for the damned. For the corrupt. And my bosses, they, uh, they make me spy on people sometimes."

"Are you spying on me?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression growing curious.

"I haven't been asked to... the mirror in your room, it's a two way. There's this corridor where I can look into each room and earlier I..." He took a breath, gathering all his courage to tell her. "I looked into your room and you were changing. I should've looked away. My mother raised me better than that. But I couldn't help myself. I didn't mean to."

He stopped to observe the metaphorical gears turning in her head as he noticed the look of shock slowly taking shape on her features. His stomach sank, unable to stop the wave of dread rushing through his blood as he watched her slowly begin to realise the full implications of what he was telling her.

Quietly, she asked, "Did you like what you saw?"

His eyes lowered to his lap briefly before lifting back to her and nodding hesitantly. "I, uh, I did," he said reluctantly, trying to avoid meeting her gaze. "Every part of you is mesmerising and that doesn't excuse my actions. I'm so so-"

Once again, she silenced him with a kiss, this time pressing her lips firmly against his. Her arms slipped around his shoulders pulling him closer to her as he kissed back in kind, letting out a quiet sigh and wrapping his hands on either side of her waist. He ran his hands along her sides, tracing her curves delicately and savouring the soft touch of the smooth fabric of her dress against his calloused fingers.

When they parted for air, he rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes as he continued to run his hands along her body. He didn't dare open them. Didn't dare move as he remained there for what felt like hours.

After a moment, he felt gentle fingers brushing the top of his head, tucking stray strands of his messy locks behind his ears and holding his cheek in place with her other hand.

"Can I see this corridor?" She asked quietly, her voice husky, almost raspy.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked deep into her eyes, wondering momentarily if it was wise to allow her to visit that section of the hotel. If the company knew about it...

"You won't tell anybody, will you?" He asked timidly, afraid she might take offence. After all, why would she trust him now? She shook her head as she smiled gently down at him, her thumb rubbing tiny circles against the light stubble of his cheek.

"Nobody would believe me even if I wanted to."

With a nod, he stood from the ground, offering her his arm, which she graciously accepted and allowed him to escort her to the corridor. As they walked past the maintenance closet that was his room, she let out a sad sigh and stopped outside it. "Sweetie, you deserve more comfort than this," Y/N whispered in a small voice. A small, sincere voice that made him feel even worse.

Then she noticed the needles next to his cot, which he'd clearly forgotten about until then because he froze and his head snapped back towards hers, his eyes wide, a startled gasp escaping his lips. He wasn't going to deny it if she asked. But she didn't ask. She quietly closed the door and slipped her hand into his as they continued walking, neither one speaking.

They entered the corridor together, a solemn silence settling, and Miles stared at his feet, the seriousness of inevitable conversation weighing heavily upon his conscience already. Y/N squeezed his hand gently and brought his attention back to her.

"I assume you have seen some scandalous things in your time here at the hotel?" She questioned gently, the look on her face sympathetic, understanding and deeply concerned.

"Uh, yeah, you could say that."

Just as she'd done when she'd first entered the hotel, her eyes scanned across every single part of the room, taking in every single aspect before her and walking away from him to really absorb every part. That was until her gaze lingered a little longer on a particular spot of the wall to the right of her room. Miles followed her line of sight.

"Oh...that's, uh, I forgot to clean that up." He winced slightly and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing in an apologetic tone. "I got a bit...excited, ma'am." He glanced sheepishly at her, waiting to see how she'd react.

But, surprisingly, her expression remained unchanged, although he could sense a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"When you were watching me?"

Miles swallowed hard. He forced himself to nod his head, his cheeks burning bright red in humiliation, and, after clearing his throat yet again, he continued. "Yes, I-I've seen a lot of things in my life and you, you have no idea..." His face twisted into a frown. "This hotel is evil and I'm no better. You are a literal angel and I'm sorry. So sorry that we've corrupted you. You shouldn't be here, not like this."

For what seemed to be an eternity, she stared at him, her eyes piercing straight through him before she sighed. "If I were you, I wouldn't waste anymore breath apologising," She mumbled as she shook her head and reached for his hand once more. "My whole life has been watched by strangers, and at least I know this stranger by name. I don't know you well, but I do know enough, Miles. Enough to know that you are a kind person and that you don't deserve to be stuck here. This is not where you belong."

As her thumb caressed his skin, the corners of her mouth began to quirk upwards and a smile formed on her face, but Miles could sense the sadness concealed beneath it. And he didn't blame her for it. He understood, and he also felt horrible that she hadn't been given the chance to live a normal life. He'd only met her today and yet, somehow, he had already become so aware of how much she disliked her career, her fame, everything.

"I hope you're right," he breathed as he cupped her cheek with his left hand and brought their foreheads together, inhaling sharply as he felt her hot breath fanning over his skin.

Eventually, they did leave the corridor. Miles walked her to her room and, once she'd opened the door and stepped inside, he turned to walk away, muttering a quick goodbye but she held onto his arm before he got too far, stopping him in his tracks.

"Miles, would you like to stay with me tonight?" She whispered tenderly, and despite the fact that he really, really wished to accept her invitation, he still hesitated, looking nervously over his shoulder like he assumed someone was going to stop him. But nobody came.

It was entirely his decision.

"Of course I want to," he replied, staring earnestly into her eyes as he waited for her reply. "But I don't think I should."

She frowned for a brief moment, confusion clearly evident in her features, before she finally nodded her head, letting go of his arm slowly as she wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself tightly.

"I don't trust myself. I'm a weak man, I know that, and I don't trust myself to not touch you. It's not right of me."

"What if I want you to touch me?"

A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she averted her gaze. Her mother would be livid. Propositioning a man she'd just met? How brazen! Her eyes returned to meet his as she gave him a hopeful look, her brows furrowed and her bottom lip between her teeth.

Suddenly, his heart was hammering painfully in his chest. Was he going to regret giving in (because of course he was going to give in)? He wasn't sure, and yet, the thought of being alone with her filled him with a nervous excitement he couldn't describe.

Without another word, he took a step forward to close the distance between them and pressed his lips softly against hers, feeling his heart thumping wildly as he closed his eyes and let himself indulge in her touch. The second his tongue brushed against hers, he felt himself move her further into the hotel room and close the door behind him, but there was no thought there. It was instinctual.

One second, they were standing in front of the door, the next, the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards onto it with a squeal, making him chuckle as he followed her down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of her head and gazed down at her.

"This is a stupid idea," he muttered as a grin tugged playfully on his lips and he dipped closer until their noses touched. Her eyes flickered briefly down to his lips before returning to his gaze with curiosity filling them. "But I suppose I can't help myself, can I?"

And he sealed his fate with another kiss, his free hand trailing down her spine till it landed just below her butt, cupping it possessively and drawing in closer to press himself flush against her body, his groin brushing up against hers and making her moan softly.

Immediately, Miles felt the vibrations of her moan reverberate throughout his entire being, a pleasurable sensation shooting down his body and igniting something within his chest, causing him to lose control. His hands travelled down her body until they reached her thighs, pulling them upward and pushing them open, leaving very little space between them.

"Miles... Miles, I've never - Be gentle..." Y/N whispered shakily, her eyes flickering shut as he ran his fingers along her inner thigh. She moaned loudly at the contact. Her hands fisted the material at the hem of his top, bunching it up and tugging on it, her nails digging into the soft cotton.

Gentle. He rarely ever saw that at this hotel. But now, here, with her, in her room, with her eyes shut and her legs slightly parted, it all suddenly felt so right, so right. That's all he wanted. To make her feel good and safe and comfortable, to take care of her, to be with her, and maybe to be able to make her feel loved too.

"I ain't either. I've seen it and I don't want us to be like that. We won't be. I promise. I'll cherish every single part of you, every precious piece."

He paused, drew his hands away from her leg and trailed up her abdomen until he was cradling her cheek, brushing his thumb against her bottom lip and gazing affectionately into her eyes, trying desperately to convey to her what he was trying to tell her. The heat he felt surging through his body, the need coursing through his veins, to make love to her...all of it was overwhelming.

"Let me love you the way you deserve it, and I will." His words were soft and low, filled with desire, sincerity, and a deep emotion that he could not hide. He meant each and every one of those words; there was no hesitation in them. There wasn't even any doubt.

And then, after what felt like an agonising eternity to him, Y/N lifted the hem of her dress up and pulled it over her head, revealing herself to him completely. For a brief moment, Miles stared down at her, taking in the full beauty of her, her curves, her curves that were made of nothing but perfection and pure temptation.

"Uh, now you," she anxiously demanded, gesturing for him to undress too, her voice husky as she bit down lightly on her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed.

Slowly, he removed his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor and, after standing, removed his trousers and dropped them on top of his shirt. "Th-this is me," he told her, smiling sheepishly when her eyes widened as she stared up at him, her cheeks turning even redder than they already were. "Sorry that this is it."

"Don't apologise," she gasped out quickly as she pushed herself into a sitting position and held her hands out so he would get closer to her. "Can I? I mean - Would it be okay?" Her fingers hooked themselves around the waistband of his underwear. "I've never seen one before."

When he gave his consent, she tentatively slid his underwear down his hips and he stood completely naked before her, watching silently, waiting for whatever reaction she might have had to see. She blinked several times, as though trying to process what she was seeing, before she looked back up at him with a shy smile adorning her features.

"So that's what a penis looks like in real life."

The way she said it made Miles roll his eyes and shake his head, unable to keep the smirk from forming on his lips as he moved towards her, his eyes flicking between her innocent, curious ones. He placed a finger underneath her chin and lifted her face so he could place his lips against hers again, savouring the taste of her, and enjoying every single second of having her against him.

Frankly, he couldn't remember the last time he was so contented in his life.

"Lie back," he murmured against her mouth before he started removing her bra, taking his time and kissing her neck and shoulders as he went.

Once the bra joined his discarded clothes on the floor, he trailed down her torso slowly and kissed along her abdomen until he reached her navel and looked up for confirmation that he could continue. She nodded her head eagerly, biting her bottom lip as she watched him wiggle her panties down her thighs, her breath hitching at how beautifully perfect and delicate he looked in that very moment.

His hair was all over the place, his lips plump and swollen, his skin covered in goosebumps, and his chest heaving as his fingers traced her waist.

"I, uh, I have a general idea about what to do so... tell me if this is bad or if you want me to stop," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red as he began pressing kisses against her stomach, his breath tickling her skin as he did so.

Y/N was silent as she watched, mesmerised by the sight that was unfolding before her, yet couldn't help herself from closing her eyes as Miles kissed her inner thigh. "Oh Miles," she breathed, her voice shaking with pleasure as he grazed his lips further up her leg, pausing for only a few seconds to allow her time to react before he continued.

"Can I? Can I touch your...?"

"Please."

Here goes nothing, he thought nervously as he brushed his finger through her folds, teasing her and drawing small gasps of air from her lungs. He nudged her clit a few times, but never lingered so she urged, "Can you, uh, a bit higher?" And he didn't hesitate at all in complying. "That feels good."

"It does?"

"Mhm," she hummed breathlessly, her eyes fluttering open and looking down at him with a lustful look in her eyes that nearly caused his insides to turn to jelly.

"Do you ever... Oh, I can't believe I'm going to ask a lady this. Do you, you know, touch yourself?" he asked curiously, tracing slow circles around her clit.

Her cheeks reddened immediately. "Sometimes. I've never been able to... ah... finish the job."

"Oh?"

"I don't think my fingers are long enough."

Long enough? Surely, she could touch her clit without any problem? Oh. Then he remembered all the times he'd seen women getting pleasured and slid his finger to her entrance, poking in only slightly to see if he was going in the right direction, and was pleasantly surprised when she let out a gasp of surprise and bucked to take more of his finger.

Clearly, he was doing something right. So far, so good. His lips curled into a grin as he stroked her gently, his other hand moving from her hip to hold her hand, rubbing circles onto her palm. He pressed light kisses along her belly and ribs as his confidence rose, his movements quickening, feeling like he couldn't get enough of her, of this woman beneath him.

"Is this okay?" he muttered, his eyes never leaving her.

"Yes! Yes, it's great, just like that!" she replied excitedly, placing her free hand above his and gripping his shoulder tightly when he slid another digit in. He smiled softly to himself, happy to hear the response he had received. It sounded as though she liked his touches; it seemed like a start, anyway.

As he worked to find that special spot inside her that brought her the sweetest bliss she'd ever experienced, he kept whispering sweet reassurances to her, his voice soft and gentle and loving in an almost magical way that made her shiver and melt into a bundle of delicious butterflies. Butterflies that swam through her mind as well as her body, causing her to close her eyes and moan his name repeatedly under her breath, begging for more, more, more.

"Miles, I think I'm ready. Please, please make love to me."

This time he hesitated a little bit more; he knew that asking her that would be a risk, a big one, one that could end very badly. But still, his body reacted faster than his brain and within mere moments, he was lifting her thighs over his and settling between them, positioning himself to slowly and carefully push inside her entrance.

When he felt the warm sensation of her walls wrapping themselves around him and the tightness of the muscles contracting around his shaft, he groaned deeply and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, her fragrance, her smell of passion and sweetness...and he swore that he was lost.

Completely consumed by her, by everything she was and nothing mattered anymore. Not anything other than what he felt right now; their connection; what they were together, because it felt like everything he had wanted and needed since he first laid his eyes upon her.

"Can I start to move? Is this okay?" he whispered.

Her answer was a slight nod, which caused him to begin moving in and out, gently, slowly, making sure that he wouldn't hurt her. As he got used to the sensation, he moved his hands down to her hips, holding on tightly as he continued to rock and thrust inside her, a satisfied moan emitting from deep within him each time.

"Oh baby, does this feel as good for you as it does for me? Do you need-"

Y/N cut him off by kissing him hard, her arms looping around his neck and pulling his lips down against hers passionately, desperately needing to feel what he was doing to her. The kiss grew sloppy, filled with heated gasps and moans, their bodies pressed firmly together as they continued to move slowly against one another.

"You can go harder, if you want."

Miles groaned loudly at the sound of those words. "Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely between heavy breaths, his eyes meeting hers intensely as he pulled back from the kiss.

"I won't break."

A low, throaty chuckle escaped his lips as his gaze travelled downwards to where they were connected. He was entranced at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her, stretching her and filling her, knowing that every inch was inside her, giving her pleasure for the very first time.

"You're beautiful, y'know that?" he uttered, increasing the forcefulness of his strokes.

She swallowed hard, arching her back and letting out a long, high moan at the feeling of being stretched so much, pushed so far. Her eyes locked onto his as he continued to stare into them lovingly, completely engrossed in the scene playing out before him.

Their breathing became more laboured and erratic, the heat between them rising rapidly, becoming almost unbearable, their sweat dripping down their bodies, their hearts pounding loud enough in their ears to drown out everything else.

With one final thrust, both of their voices mingled together in a shout, Y/N releasing the tears building up behind her eyes before her entire body tensed and shuddered, her legs trembling underneath him, the intensity of her orgasm hitting her suddenly, causing her toes to curl and her face to scrunch up, tightening around him even more.

He groaned loudly and quickly pulled out of her, fisting his cock until it spilled all over her stomach, leaving him panting heavily with a dazed look in his eyes while she tried to catch her breath. She opened her mouth, ready to speak, but no words left her lips.

Instead, she stared at him, unable to believe what had just happened, her face a bright pink hue as she stared up at him, searching for a hint of regret. When she found none there, she simply wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him to her chest tightly, burying her nose in his hair as his hands wound tightly around her lower back.

"Did... Did I do okay?" he murmured softly, a goofy grin tugging at his lips once she nodded against his hair.

"Did I?"

"You were perfect."He lifted his head up and looked into her eyes tenderly before leaning down to plant a soft peck upon her forehead and then another on her lips, causing a round of giggles to erupt from her. "Thank you for sharing this moment with me," he said, brushing his fingertips across her cheek before pressing several kisses against her mouth again. "For trusting me enough to have this with me."

She gave him an equally wide smile. "You've made me happier than... than I can ever remember being, so no, thank you, thank you Miles."

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the feeling of being together, their limbs tangled together and the warmth radiating from their bodies, seeping into every single crevice, every nook and cranny of their bodies.

The moonlight streamed into her room and began illuminating every single one of his features, making him appear ethereal in its presence. Her gaze lingered on him, taking in how incredibly handsome and gorgeous he really was, his blue eyes glistening with love, his expression soft, his skin smooth and flawless.

"What's with that face?" he asked softly, running his thumb delicately over her cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped. She chuckled lightly and shook her head lightly, turning her face towards him and pressing a small kiss against his palm.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing." She paused momentarily, looking down at her hands and biting her lip. "I... I just feel like myself here. The next five years of my life are planned out and taken care of, just as the last five were. But right now, here with you, I'm just Y/N."

A frown settled on his features and he placed his forefinger against her chin, raising her head up to meet his eyes again. "You know where I work. Come and see me whenever you want."

"It's not that easy."

"Why not?"

Inside Y/N's head, she was debating over whether or not to tell him. And, as strange as it sounds, the decision was easy. Despite the fact they had met only twelve hours before, she was sure Miles knew her better than anyone else in her life. Still, she posed the question, "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Only if you feel okay with me knowing."

Before she spilled the tea, she chuckled and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. "You're so sweet." Then came the confession. Her face fell as she admitted, "The only reason I was allowed to come here was because I threatened to kill myself if I didn't get a vacation."

Miles' jaw dropped open in shock, his brows furrowing slightly as he stared at her in bewilderment.

"My mama has had me working non-stop since I was six. I know if I carried on the way I was going, she would have had me committed to one of the mental hospitals..." Her voice trailed off and she took in a sharp breath, her voice wavering as she confessed to him, "She hates me. She loves me, sure, but she doesn't like me. She loves the money, the fame, the success, all of that."

Tenderly, Miles reached out and cupped her cheeks, stroking her cheekbones with his thumbs soothingly, a sad yet caring look on his face. "What about your dad?"

"He died a while back."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry for unloading all this on you like that. I shouldn't have done that." She forced a smile. "Forget I said anything."

But he wasn't having any of it. If she wanted to spill secrets, so did he.

"The only way I can sleep more than two hours is to get high. I've never slept all that well but it got so much worse when I came back from Vietnam. I -"

"Oh lord, I feel like a real asshole now." She sighed heavily. "You have a reason, a real reason, to complain. You're a veteran and I'm just a whiny child who can't handle not getting her way."

He let out a hearty laugh and ran his thumb softly along her lips before kissing them gently. "You are nothing of the sort, darling. Pain is pain no matter where it comes from, whether it's in the brain or the heart or the body," he said gently. "And I'll tell you something... I think you are definitely the most beautiful, smart, kind and amazing person I have ever laid my eyes upon."

A blush formed immediately on her cheeks as she lowered her gaze, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay as she felt her heart start racing again.

"Come on," Miles cooed after a few moments of silence, "Let's get some rest...and please don't be offended if I'm not here when you wake up. That just means I couldn't sleep so...you know." His voice drifted off awkwardly at the end of his sentence, but she got what he meant.

"I understand. Although I do wish you could sleep without it, I understand."

Wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her on top of his chest, he kissed the crown of her head, inhaling and exhaling slowly whilst rubbing his hand up and down her back. Y/N watched him for a few minutes, her gaze lingering on him, studying his facial features as his breathing regulated and her fingers tracing across his collarbone in slow circles.

Then, after a short while, she leaned over his sleeping figure, planting a quick kiss on his forehead before settling down on his chest to fall asleep. She'd have been happy to stay awake just watching him sleep forever, but exhaustion soon overcame her senses and she started to drift off into slumber, the sound of Miles' quiet snoring lulling her into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

Surprisingly, Miles didn't have any nightmares that night, not a single one. He still woke up every few hours, but that was only because that was his routine nowadays. Every time he'd wake up, he'd glance over at the sleeping form of the girl lying on him and would find her fast asleep and curled up securely against him. And every single time, he'd think, 'Wow, this is real. She's real," then close his eyes with a smug smile, eventually falling back to sleep shortly after.

That morning, after a long and exhausting night, the sun rose and the world outside filled with light. As the sunlight poured through the bedroom window, Miles blinked his eyes repeatedly in an attempt to clear them, yawning loudly as the events of the previous day played through his mind.

Y/N stirred beside him and turned over, burying herself even deeper within the warm blanket covering her before lifting her head up and gazing at Miles through bleary eyes. A slight smile crept up on him before he pressed a brief kiss to her lips and shifted onto his elbow, reaching out his hand to brush a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"How'd you look so pretty in the morning? Like a vision of perfection." He smirked when a faint pink dusted her cheeks. "I must be the luckiest man in the universe to be waking up with such a gorgeous creature beside me."

She raised her arms and wrapped them loosely around his neck, smiling and laughing quietly at his comment as she replied, "If you say so."

"Oh, I do say so. I really do." He pulled her closer, pressing his nose into her cheek affectionately. "I better get to work before everyone starts calling for me. I was supposed to phone the boss' office last night to give him the daily report but it seemed to have slipped my mind, and I blame you for that. You're a bit too distracting for my poor old brain."

With those words, he slid out of bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor, hastily putting them on before throwing on his jacket and shoes. "Don't I get a kiss before I go? I won't survive otherwise," he added, grinning as Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and pushed herself upright on the mattress. She grabbed his collar and pulled his face down towards hers before connecting their mouths together in a deep and passionate kiss.

When they broke apart for air, both of them were breathing heavily, and they smiled goofily at each other. "Dinner. Same time as yesterday?" Y/N asked him.

"Of course."

He nodded, flashing her another bright grin before pecking her cheek before heading out the door in a hurry. Y/N giggled, shaking her head at the sight as she flopped back onto her pillow, closing her eyes once more.

Miles made himself look presentable and worked his way through the list of shit he had to do that day. First one his agenda was to do yesterday's daily call in. He expected that it wouldn't take long as there was only one name on the guest list.

"I apologise but the phones were down yesterday. The rain really did a number on the lines, it seemed," he lied into the receiver. Then, after listening to the person's complaints for a few seconds, he said, "Only one guest. Room Four, Miss Y/N L/N."

Even her name brought a smile to his face. That smile faded when the voice on the other end responded, "Keep her under surveillance. Film her tonight, that is if she's still alive. Have you heard any rumblings from her room this morning?"

"No, uh, no I haven't."

"Clean up may be required. Phone if the body is in need of removal." There was five seconds of silence then the man hung up on Miles.

His feet moved faster than his brain processed that information. He raced across to Y/N's and began knocking sharply on the door. "It's me Y/N," he called softly into the wooden door. He waited patiently for several moments, holding his breath and drumming his fingers against the wood until he heard her footsteps approaching her side of the door.

Opening the door, she stared at him in confusion. "Is everything okay?" Taking a step backward, she held the door open for him and he stepped inside as quickly as possible, closing the door behind him cautiously. She took a moment to study him, a frown marring her pretty face.

"My boss has requested that I film you. Who was in the room when you, uh, made your threat?"

"Just my mother."

"Ah, then I assume it was her who informed my boss that you were possibly planning to have a... an 'accident'."

"Oh."

Quickly rushing to soothe her, he ran his hands up and down her biceps gently. Still, he thought aloud, "I don't understand why she would want such a thing on film."

Y/N had an answer. Whether it was right or wrong was unknown, but there was no doubt that the thought was dark. "I assume it's because it would be my last performance."

The words left her mouth and they hung in the air between them, a heavy weight settling between them. He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign that it was a thing that could happen. Miles shook his head in disbelief and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Nevermind it. I'll tell you just before the recording begins and just after it ends." He brushed a strand of hair back from her temple with a finger, looking into her troubled eyes, and she closed them, nodding silently. "As long as you don't give them anything to talk about, they won't talk."

After checking she was okay and one final kiss, Miles went back to work.

Turns out, Miles was right - she did nothing out of the ordinary on her recording so nothing could be used against her. And as soon as he'd filmed her for the appropriate amount of time (most of which she pretended to sleep through), he informed her that it was all over.

"Nothing to worry about?"

"Nothing at all."

"Well, come here then, my darling Miles," she cooed and slipped her hands into his, pulling him towards where she was knelt on the bed. He chuckled at her antics before letting himself be pulled onto the bed, landing on top of her.

Their faces were inches away from each other and he reached his thumb up to caress her bottom lip gently, her skin soft and smooth underneath his touch. "We'll have to be quieter since there's somebody in three," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. Her breaths hitched when he dipped his head lower, capturing her lips in a searing and passionate kiss that got more scandalous by the second.

They spent every night of her stay like that, both of them growing more confident with each interaction they shared and enjoying the newfound intimacy that came along with it. During the day, they'd do their own things, but as soon as the night came, Miles found himself sneaking into Y/N's room. She always welcomed him in, welcoming him into her life, her heart, her very being as if it were the most natural thing ever, and they'd spend nights doing whatever else they could to try and forget what was waiting for them once her stay was over.

"Mm, good morning," she greeted him on the final morning, smiling up at him as she opened her sleepy eyes. They stared at each other lovingly for some time, before he leaned forward to capture her lips with his own, kissing her deeply, savouring the sweet taste of her mouth.

Miles had been awake for a while. Knowing that he may never see her again, he had risen early that morning, deciding to make sure he had plenty of time to commit every detail of her face to memory. He'd studied every curve, every wrinkle, every line and freckle on her skin as he traced his fingers over her delicate cheekbones, admiring every inch of her beautiful face with a longing gaze, drinking her in with a love so pure he didn't believe he was capable of feeling as such towards anyone else ever again.

"You're killing me with all this lovin' today." She tilted her chin upwards slightly, giving him access to her neck, and he kissed lightly, teasingly, at her pulse point while his hands rested lazily on either side of her waist. "How long have you been awake, honey?"

"Long enough."

His kisses moved downwards slowly across the edge of her shoulder blade and made their way towards her breasts, teasing her and tantalising her in turns. He nuzzled her skin, causing her to let out a sigh and run her hand along the hairs on the back of his head, her fingernails skimming lightly over his scalp.

It was a no brainer; he couldn't resist touching her anymore. It drove him insane every single time they were separated - he wanted to feel her skin against his own, smell her scent, hear her heartbeat - and the thought that he wouldn't be able to do that for a while was tearing him apart.

So, he wanted to ensure that she'd remember him. Every kiss, every tender gesture, every touch, every smile, every moment of bliss that had passed between them in that small room, he wanted her to remember it forever. And he'd always wanted to know what it was like to go down on a girl. Two birds, one stone, really.

Settling between her thighs, he parted her legs wider and lowered his head, placing soft kisses all over her stomach and down her hips, eventually getting close to her core. Her breathing grew heavier, more shallow as the anticipation and desire built up inside of her.

"Please," she begged him as she felt his nose graze her clit. That was all he needed to hear before he began licking and sucking at her core. His tongue flicked and swirled around the sensitive area, teasing her, drawing as many moans out of her as he could.

"Why didn't I do this sooner?" He was clearly enjoying himself, taking full advantage of his position to please her as much as he could with the limited time he had left with her, and the fact that it turned him on too was a bonus. "You definitely taste better than those god awful pies. Wish I could taste you every day."

A laugh bubbled out of her throat at that comment as her head fell backwards. Yet, it was soon overshadowed with another moan as he added a finger into the mix, thrusting into her slowly with a purposeful intent, his lips moving against her clit at a steady rhythm. A whine escaped his lips as she gripped his hair tightly, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

Due to all his ministrations, she was wriggling beneath him, her movements becoming more frantic until he splayed his hand across the expanse of her stomach and pushed her back down to the mattress. "I got you, baby. Try to relax for me now," he whispered as he continued to pump into her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "There we go. Come on now. Give it to me."

He watched with satisfaction as her body trembled under him, her muscles clenching and relaxing around his fingers. As her legs started trembling violently, he increased the tempo of his strokes, pushing deep and fast into her, eliciting cries from her lips. The sight of her in this state aroused him beyond measure.

Honestly, he didn't even care about how loud she was getting. There were only two other rooms that were currently in use and they were both on the California side.

Soon enough, her body gave in to the sensations of pleasure shooting throughout her entire being, causing her to tremble and writhe beneath him. They waited for her breath to slow and for her hips to stop jolting.

"Oh Miles, oh honey, I'm gonna miss you. Obviously more than just the sex, I'm gonna miss you in the quiet moments, y'know? I'm gonna miss your voice, I'm gonna miss your arms wrapped around me... You make me feel so happy, and safe, and loved... I wish I had all of this, all of you, to myself forever."

Her words caused tears to prick behind his eyes, and he pulled her tight against him, his cheek pressed against the top of her head. His hands stroked the length of her back soothingly as she cried against his chest, her words lingering in his mind for hours afterwards.

When she was checking out, another guest was waiting to be checked in so the pair couldn't have the heartfelt send off that they wanted.

"Goodbye for now, Miles."

"Have a safe trip home, miss."

Then she was out the door.

'My dearest Miles,

I apologise for taking so long to write. My mother has been watching me like a hawk ever since I returned to her. My hairdresser, she's a lovely woman named Georgia that I've known since I was young, is my only way to get these letters to you. When I was a kid she used to sneak sweets and chocolate to me, now it seems that she's kind enough to post my letters to you.

Oh, this is Y/N by the way. I forgot to say.

In our time apart, part of me had hoped that I would manage to push the thought of you from my mind so I couldn't miss you, but that's not the case. The thought of you is still there. I don't think it's ever going anywhere and, truthfully, I don't mind it. It is the only thing that is guaranteed to bring a smile to my face every day, whether it's a happy smile or a sad one.

Forgive me if this letter isn't terribly exciting and I'm distracting you from your life, but I couldn't help it when all I want to do right now is steal my mama's car and drive to you.

I'm never sure how to end letters so all I'll say is l hope to see you soon. I'm still trying to convince mama to let me have monthly breaks. She seems unconvinced. Maybe she'll be more responsive next week.

Words aren’t enough but they'll have to do for now, Y/N :)'

Miles had been in a daze after he read her letter. It had been two months since they'd seen each other last and yet, seeing the first word of her letters felt like a physical blow to him. It was bittersweet: of course he wanted to hear from her again, he desperately needed to, but he also found that it made his yearning for her even worse.

He spent every moment of free time he had coming up with a response.

'To my angel,

Throughout my life I never been good at doing all that fancy poetic kind of writing so I'm sorry if my words aren't as flowery as yours, but I'm trying. Expressing myself is something I'm not great at. I'm just gonna try really hard and hope that you'll understand.

Georgia seems nice and I'm glad you have somebody close by that shows you the kindness you deserve – though I wish there were some way that I could be the one doing that.

The cleaners came not long after you left, as they tend to do on Friday lunchtimes, and I don't know. It made me sad to think of them cleaning away the final traces of you from your room. In a way, it was the only physical reminder of you (until your letter) and they took it from me.

Obviously they didn't know that and were a little surprised when I acted off with them, yet I don't really fault them for it now. After all, they had to clean it.

I also don't know how to end this. I reckon the best way is to reassure you that your letter made my shitty week into the best I'd had in two months. To tell you that my feelings haven't changed one bit and that everything I feel for you will remain the same.

Can't wait to see you too, Miles <3'

It was impossible to keep a straight face as Y/N read the letter at her hairdressers. Since the L/N's had known Georgia so long, Y/N was allowed to go there without supervision every week. "What's got you so happy, Sweet Pea?" Georgia asked her as she ran her fingers through Y/N's hair, tying it up in a bun to keep it out of her face.

"I made a friend."

"Does your mother know?"

"No."

"Good." Georgia nodded. "I could sew a secret pocket in your coat if you want to keep your boyfriend's love letters away from your mother's prying eyes?"

That was something Y/N hadn't thought of - where she would keep the letters. Just about everything she owned was under the watch of her mother. "You would?" She gasped, looking over at her with big, pleading eyes, which Georgia quickly responded to with her usual smirk.

"I might if you tell me who he is. Who is this Miles that you had me send a letter to?"

Y/N's eyes widened slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks. She wasn't expecting such an immediate response. It wouldn't hurt to tell her a little bit, would it? "I met him at the hotel I stayed at."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Well, does he know who you are?"

Being with Miles, Y/N often forgot that she was famous, that people she didn't know knew her. Coming back to that reality was a little overwhelming. She was no longer Y/N, she was Y/N L/N.

"Not at first. He doesn't watch many movies and, uh, he was in Vietnam when Death to the Moon came out so he probably missed the time when my name was everywhere -"

"Sweet Pea, your name still is everywhere," Georgia cut in with a roll of her eyes, gesturing to the billboard that was directed opposite the salon that had both Y/N's face and name on it. "I don't think you can hide yourself from anyone anymore. Enjoy it, enjoy the limelight while it lasts. It will fade."

"I guess," Y/N laughed, though it was humourless and sad sounding. She sighed and turned back towards the mirror, her expression turning serious. "I'll be waiting for it to fade."

More and more letters were exchanged over the next batch of weeks that followed. Until Y/N finally convinced her mother for three days off and the only stipulation was that she had to spend them at the El Royale. It was a win-win.

"Room six for you Mr and Mrs Hill, my name is Miles and I'll show you to -"

He stopped mid-sentence. There stood Y/N, smiling at him and clutching her handbag close to her body, looking gorgeous with her curls falling over her shoulders and her eyes sparkling as she greeted him with that stupid cute grin. His heart jumped in his chest as he tried to fight back his wide grin.

"Uh, Miss L/N, it's a pleasure to see you back. I'll be right back to check you out - I mean in - check you in," Miles fumbled over his words, stumbling backwards and bumping into his desk before managing to recover in enough time to show the Hill's to their room.

Waiting for his return, Y/N walked around and gazed at the lobby. It was unchanged. Exactly as it had been when she first arrived a few months prior. She sat down on one of the armchairs and pulled out her journal again, flipping to a clean page to write a little note.

When Miles returned, he had the biggest smile on his face. A huge, dopey smile that stretched from ear to ear. It was almost contagious and it made Y/N smile just looking at him. She held up the note, which was just 'Missed you!' in bubble letters. Miles's eyes lit up as he read it. He felt giddy and euphoric inside. His happiness made him unable to think properly and rushed to Y/N before he realised he had taken a step forward and leaned down to kiss her.

The kiss was short and sweet, but they both felt like they were drunk on its warmth, its familiarity and its sweetness. It had grown, blossomed and became even more precious to both of them.

"Probably shouldn't have done that in front of the windows," Miles muttered sheepishly, yet within five seconds, he cursed, "Oh, fuck it," and kissed her again, this time longer, deeper and more passionately. When they broke apart, they shared a shy smile.

From that moment on, they saw each other every month for a few days and as soon as she left neither could wait until the next visit, and then the next visit, then the next and the next.

A year in and they developed a routine of sorts between themselves. She'd arrive and he'd deal with the other guests before showing her to her room, where he'd chivalrously carry her suitcase into her room. Then, unchivalrously, would pin her against the door and start making out like horny teenagers, hands roaming freely and tongues tangling together.

Y/N giggled as her hands clutched onto his shirt. He grinned, kissing her neck, nipping softly at the skin with his teeth and causing goosebumps to rise on her soft flesh. "Miles..." she whispered, tugging at his hair lightly.

"Hmm?"

"l got you a gift and I can't wait to give it to you."

"For me?"

"For you."

With a satisfied grunt, Miles pulled himself away just enough for her to take his hand and lead him to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, he waited patiently for her to unzip her case and pull out the boxed presents she'd purchased for him. "So this is why your case was heavier this week," he joked quietly, lifting up the lid carefully and letting out a small sound of appreciation when he realised what was inside. "Meccano!"

To her, Meccano was just small pieces of metal and screws but he'd told her how much he had wanted a set when he was a kid and now he had five of them. As he continued to look through the box, Y/N sar behind him and rested her head on his shoulder, taking comfort in how happy he seemed. It was good to see him so carefree. So full of life. He looked so beautiful, it filled Y/N with pride and joy.

"I assume you like my gifts?" Y/N murmured, her lips brushing against Miles's shoulder. He nodded very enthusiastically. "Good."

"I actually got you something too."

"You did?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm not going to forget our one year."

Neither had told the other that they had gotten presents and didn't expect a present of their own, but, like usual, they were on the exact same page.

Quickly moving to the door, Miles turned and explained, "I was going to give you it at dinner but I'll go get it now instead." He was speedy to retrieve her gift from his room and return to her. "Close your eyes, I forgot wrapping paper."

Y/N closed her eyes obediently and soon felt a large rectangular thing being placed on her upturned palms. Opening them slowly, she opened her mouth in surprise when she saw that what she was holding was actually a drawing. A really good drawing of her. She took it carefully from the box and stared down at it, tears coming to her eyes.

"I drew it myself," Miles explained. "It's not great but-"

"It's wonderful, honey."

Unlike some of the other pieces of art she'd seen of herself, Miles's picture of her wasn't intentionally flattering but it was real. And it was put together with so much love. It was how she looked when she genuinely smiled - her cheeks squishing her eyes up, crinkling in the corners, and her nose scrunching up and her grin goofy. She looked like a normal girl who was joking around. She looked comfortable. Happy. Content.

Pulling the drawing closer, her nose scrunching up, she brought it close to her face and began crying. Her voice choked up as she said, "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." She looked up, wiping her eyes and seeing Miles gazing down at her with such adoration, an expression that mirrored her own.

"I'll draw you a thousand pictures if you want," he promised, taking the drawing out of her hands and placing it on her suitcase so he could hug her tightly, his cheek pressed against the crown of her head. "Anything more than that and I'll get early arthritis."

She let out a chuckle and pulled back just far enough to look up at him. "I love you," she stated firmly, cupping his cheek and caressing the warm skin with her thumb. His smile somehow widened, almost comically so.

"And I love you so much, Y/N," he replied, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in another long passionate kiss.

Their lips slid together perfectly. Neither of them had the need to breathe. Neither of them cared. And neither of them heard the door opening until it was too late.

"What the-"

The two jumped apart and turned around, their eyes widening in shock as her mother entered the room. Fury was written across her features as she glared daggers at Miles, but to be honest, primarily at Y/N. Her nostrils flared and she pointed a finger at the boy, her voice dripping with venom.

"Take your hands off my daughter!"

Miles swallowed hard and raised his hands so they were hovering on either side of his head.

"Ma'am -"

"Don't Ma'am me. Thank the lord Georgia let this little thing slip so I could stop you from defiling my child," Mrs L/N snapped. Y/N couldn't help rolling her eyes at her mother's antics, which was not something she would've dared to do a year ago.

But things had changed. Y/N had changed.

"Mama, leave Miles alone. You're embarrassing yourself, and Miles doesn't deserve to be insulted by you." Y/N crossed her arms and looked her mother dead in the eye. Mrs L/N pursed her lips and turned her glare onto Y/N, the intensity making the girl shrink into herself slightly.

But still, Y/N remained firm, refusing to let her mother bully or belittle her any further. She knew that if she did, there would only be a bigger problem and a bigger mess that would result from Mrs L/N having a fit. That was never going to happen. Ever. Because there was no way she was ever going to let that woman control her life anymore.

"Look what you've done to her, boy. She's rudely talking back to her mother without any sense, and I won't tolerate this behaviour!" Mrs L/N barked at Miles accusingly, ignoring how he flinched when she waved her hand around. He was trying to keep his composure and remain calm, but it was a losing battle.

"Mama, please..." Y/N pleaded softly, her heart shattering in pain as she noticed how affected Miles looked by her mothers anger. "Please don't hurt him for being kind to me."

Mrs L/N huffed loudly and shook her head. "Kind? Kind? How am I supposed to go around knowing my daughter is a whore and a tramp?! My daughter is a goddamn slut! Who would have thought?!"

Miles clenched his fists, breathing shakily through his nose, and Y/N instinctively reached out and grabbed one of his hands, silently urging him to be calm. Y/N knew that Miles could do some real damage if he got angry enough. He could kill someone, maybe even her mother, in seconds.

"I think you should go," Y/N calmly suggested, trying to keep her voice steady as she spoke. She gave Mrs L/N a pleading gaze. "Go home."

"Oh no, no! This isn't over, young lady. Not by a long shot! You may have fooled everybody else, including your Daddy, but I know better. That peace and love act is bullshit! There's nothing innocent about you now thanks to him."

With those words, Mrs L/N reached into her bag and pulled out a gun. It was a small, silver pistol, probably about four inches long, with a silvery finish. She had it aimed right between Miles's brows, making Y/N gasp and move in front of him without hesitation.

Although Y/N knew this was all happening, it still felt so surreal. Her world was spinning, her emotions were running high. All she wanted was Miles and this was definitely not helping matters and she'd be damned if she let anything happen to him. She couldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt. Not because of her.

And Miles was thinking the exact same thing but in reverse. Yet, unlike Y/N, he had the skills to sort the issue out. It would be an aggressive diffusion and that wasn't something he ever wished for her to see, but her safety was paramount.

So, he nudged Y/N out of the way while saying calmly, "I apologise in advance, ma'am," and punched Mrs L/N in the face, grabbing the gun from her grip and turning it on her in seconds. He stood there and watched as she fell to her knees, clutching her jaw in agony and gasping for air. The sound made him feel sick to his stomach.

"That's for being a bad mom," he growled menacingly, his voice low and dangerous, making Y/N shiver slightly. He then crouched next to her and flicked her bloody nose. "And that's for being insane."

"Bad?" Mrs L/N scoffed. "No, I made her. Without me, she'd be nobody. Nobody would know her name without me."

Y/N didn't know what to do. She'd never seen him like this before. Never, ever. The man who had been gentle and loving towards her was suddenly punching people to the point where his knuckles were bruising.

"Miles," she whimpered, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently. He instantly stopped what he was doing and wrapped her up in his arms, his body tense and cold, not showing any sign of relaxing anytime soon. She took the opportunity to take the gun from his hand, her fingers trembling as she tucked it into the back of her skirt.

On shaky legs, Y/N walked over to her mother slowly and offered a hand to help her up, holding her gaze steadily. Her mother hesitated for a second but eventually slapped it away, yanking herself to her feet on her own accord, her hand immediately going to clutch her bleeding lip.

"What a man you've picked, Y/N. A dirty, violent, scumbag." She sniffed as she tried to compose herself. "Okay, pack your suitcase. We're leaving. Now." She walked past Y/N, heading towards the doorway, and threw one last dirty look at Miles.

"I'm not coming with you, mama."

She stopped dead in her tracks and whipped her head towards her daughter, an angry expression plastered across her face once again. "Two options: you come with me and I graciously forget about this blip, or the police find out who gave me this busted lip," she said, her voice raising slightly at the end. "Now, come on."

A few moments passed in silence as Y/N stared at her mother blankly, feeling frozen in place. The tears that she had been fighting to hold back finally broke free.

"Why do you do everything in your power to make me unhappy?" Y/N asked brokenly, dropping her voice to barely above a whisper and taking a step forward. She hadn't meant to say it, not really. But there was something burning inside of her and she found herself unable to suppress it.

"I do everything in my power to make you successful."

While Y/N knew that was somewhat true, she just couldn't seem to accept it. After everything her mother had put her through, surely not all of it was her benefit. That was in no way completely true. Sure, her mother was pushy and that was helpful, she was also spiteful and that definitely wasn't.

"Thank you, but..I-I think I can manage on my own from now on," Y/N replied firmly, forcing herself to keep her cool while wiping tears from her face, her cheeks flushed and cheeks wet. She cleared her throat. "So, please, just leave me alone."

"You're good! This boy! This boy has his claws in you and you'll never shake them loose!" Mrs L/N shrieked hysterically. "He will ruin you! He'll corrupt you. And then what good are you to me?!"

Y/N was tired of hearing that shit. Of hearing people speak about her like they were a damn prize or a trophy to win. Like all of it was her fault.

Tired and worn out and hurt and broken beyond belief, Y/N couldn't stand listening to her mother's words anymore. She had heard enough. She was sick of the abuse. Sick of her mother being cruel and selfish and unfair. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Think of your life: he's going to be in jail by the end of the day and you, you'll be all alone -"

Before she realised she'd done it, Y/N brought the gun out in one swift movement and pointed it directly between her mother's eyes, pulling the trigger and causing her to fall down lifelessly on the floor. She looked down at the lifeless body and blinked repeatedly until her tears dried up, and she managed to gather up the courage to turn around and face Miles again, only to realise he was staring straight at her with wide, shocked eyes.

"W...what?" Y/N stammered out breathlessly, her heart pounding madly against her ribcage and her chest tightening painfully, suffocating her. She gripped her shirt tightly and took a deep shuddering breath to stop herself from hyperventilating.

This wasn't happening...this wasn't happening. It can't be happening...

Miles quickly snapped out of his trance and his brain moved a mile a minute. His mind swarmed with every possible scenario until he remembered something that had happened not long after he'd first started working at the El Royale.

A guest who frequented the establishment had threatened to expose the hotel's secret and was promptly disposed of. Y/N's mother knew the hotel's secret.

"I can handle this. I can. I can handle it. It's okay…" Y/N repeated under her breath as she stared vacantly at her shaking hands. "Everything is fine."

"Stay here, I need to make a call."

Before she could reply, Miles kissed her on the forehead and rushed to reception to call his boss. It took a few seconds for him to get through, but when he did, he wasted no time telling him what had occurred - or rather, what he wanted them to think had occurred.

"Any witnesses?"

"Mrs L/N's daughter, although she seems grateful for the whole thing so I don't think she'll make a fuss," Miles lied

almost too smoothly, trying his best to stay composed and appear nonchalant , which was hard due to how nervous he was at that moment. He wasn't exactly proud of lying, but what choice did he have?

"Keep an eye on her."

As soon as the line clicked off, Miles dragged his hands down his face and sighed deeply, his muscles tense and his mind buzzing with thoughts and feelings he couldn't quite grasp.

One thing he knew for certain was that the El Royale had corrupted Y/N L/N.

Miles found Y/N in the exact position he'd left her in. She stood in the middle of the room, staring at the blood on the carpet and her mother's lifeless corpse. Tears were running freely down her flushed cheeks as she struggled to control her breathing and the rising sense of panic.

"Baby..." he mumbled quietly but urgently, walking up behind her. He placed a tentative hand on the small of her back and gently rubbed circular circles on it, hoping to ground her and calm her down, even though he himself felt very shaken right then.

Yet, Miles was more familiar with this type of thing. He dealt with mental breakdowns many times during his time in the army. He experienced it all too often to count. And he had experienced them alone.

"It's all sorted out," he whispered softly, his lips brushing the hair on top of her head. "Everything will be alright."

After a moment or two passed, Y/N turned around and looked up at Miles with wide, glazed eyes, her bottom lip quivering slightly before she pressed her them together, looking away from him and biting down on her bottom lip in an attempt to try and stop herself from bursting into loud sobbing.

He couldn't blame her for crying. He couldn't blame her for falling apart like that. All he could do right now was wrap his arms around her and rock her back and forth gently as he let her cry and tremble and grip onto him like her very life depended on it.

"When the clean up crew gets here, you'll have to act like everything is fine, okay? Let me do the talking." Miles pulled away just enough so that he could look Y/N dead in the eyes. The girl nodded and smiled weakly.

"You got it." She responded softly.

For a brief, brief moment, Y/N forgot who and where she was. Forgot everything except that he was right here. For a brief, brief moment, she thought they'd be alright.

In the blink of an eye, others arrived, carrying their tools and equipment in tow. Eventually though, things began to pick up. People began asking questions, most of which Miles answered and Y/N nodded in agreement. Some of the questions were more probing, some less, but overall it was a lot to deal with.

After signing so many NDA's and being told exactly what would happen if she ever said anything about what she saw, Y/N was moved to a new room. She sat on the bed staring blankly into nothingness, her fingers fidgeting and twisting together nervously.

Weirdly, Miles was celebrated. Since he'd posed the murder as his act of defence towards the El Royale, he was praised for his actions since his boss thought he was showing the ultimate sign of loyalty. In a way, he was loyal. Just not to the El Royale. He didn't give a fuck about the hotel.

And it wasn't too long before he was slapped on the back and urged to, "Go check up on the girl and, don't worry, we won't say anything if we hear her screaming. You deserve a warrior's celebration and she's pretty," with a slimey wink that made Miles want to vomit.

One, how dare someone think to do that to any lady? Two, how dare someone think to do that to his lady? And three, how dare someone think that he was capable of doing that to a lady? It was wrong! Totally wrong! Absolutely wrong! But like a lot of things in Miles' life, it would be easier if he just kept his head down, said nothing and quietly made preparations so that it wouldn't happen. Or if it did happen, he could be prepared to stop it.

Y/N was locked in another staring contest with the wall when he entered her room. He walked over to the bed and crouched between her knees, taking hold of her trembling hands and kissing them. She sniffled once and finally lifted her tearful gaze up to meet Miles'. They both remained silent for a bit; neither of them knew what to say or how to talk.

"I think once I'm allowed to leave, I can't, shouldn't, come back," Y/N murmured eventually, her voice breaking with emotion, her eyes tearing up again. Miles frowned, stroking her knuckles with the tip of his finger and rubbing the back of her palm comfortingly with his thumb.

He wished there was something he could say to ease her pain, but the truth was that there was nothing he could possibly say to fix this kind of situation, but he wished there was anyway he could help. The worst part about it all was that he was powerless, unable to stop it. Unable to protect her from the world. From everything that was hurting her. He hated seeing her suffer like this.

"Tell you what, when we get into the off season, I'll take you back to my home with me. We'll stay in bed till noon each day and watch reruns of tv shows all afternoon, eating junk food, and pretending that we're normal people living our lives in peace. How does that sound? Sounds nice to me. Yeah?" Miles said cheerfully with an enthusiastic grin, trying to brighten the mood and erase the dark aura from Y/N's body as much as possible.

"That does sound nice," Y/N murmured quietly, smiling lightly, wiping tears from her eyes. "I don't know if I deserve nice."

With a knowing sigh, Miles took a seat next to her. "I'm not going to sugarcoat this, the guilt never goes away and it never will. It doesn't matter whether she deserved it or not, you'll still feel terrible about what you've done," he paused and took a deep breath. "But if anyone deserves forgiveness, it's you. And as far as I can see, the only thing you did wrong was fall in love with someone that your abusive mother didn't approve of."

"Falling in love with you is the only right thing I've done in my whole life." Y/N closed her eyes and leaned her head against Miles' shoulder. "Thank you, Miles...for making my life a little brighter and I'm sorry I ruined it."

"Don't apologise," he shook his head, pulling her closer as she snuggled up against him. "It'll be okay, okay? I'll make sure that it will. Don't worry."

The following day, the cleaners had reverted the hotel room exactly how it had been before the shooting and everything that originally was in there, including the couple's anniversary gifts, had been removed and replaced.

Miles made sure Y/N was near him at all times since that slimy guy kept giving her weird looks and whispering dirty comments behind her back. And, boy, he was glad he had locked their hotel door that first night because an hour or two after he returned to her, somebody was rattling the door knob.

Thankfully, nothing happened. But the pair did opt to stay in Miles' tiny bedroom away from the others for the next three days that she was under surveillance. The bed was uncomfortable, the blankets were scratchy, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered compared to having Y/N safely in his arms every night. She spent her days there while he worked because Miles could very easily see if anyone walked in the direction of his little maintenance closet and stop them before they'd even get a chance.

When her surveillance was over, Y/N was briefed about how she should proceed. Her mother's death had been from a heart attack, she'd been told, and that it was a very sad and sudden incident that horrified a doting daughter such as herself. That's why she needed a few months back from the spotlight. She was grieving and needed some time and space to recover.

So, that was her excuse when she returned to Los Angeles.

Before she left, Miles gave Y/N one last kiss. A quick peck on the lips that lingered longer than it should have but neither one of them cared anymore. "Remember the story, stick to it and I'll see you by the end of the month. Okay?" He said sweetly with a smile, running his fingers through her hair and leaning in to press his forehead against hers.

"Okay." She replied in a quiet tone as she wrapped her arms around him tightly and squeezed him close. "And Miles..." She pulled away slightly and tilted her chin up so that she could look into his eyes. "I love you...so much."

"I love you, too. So much," he whispered in response, cupping her cheek in his hand and caressing it with gentle movements. They gazed lovingly at each other for a few moments before Miles pressed his lips onto her forehead. "Be safe, please?" His eyes pleaded.

"I promise."

As soon as they looked away from each other, she turned and headed out. Miles sighed deeply and let his shoulders sag. He wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to punch walls until his knuckles bled, but none of those things came out. All he felt now was empty and tired.

The following month was the worst of Miles' life.

'To my angel,

Firstly, I've got some bad news. The boss wants me to work another month

and I'm afraid what the repercussions will be if I decline. While I was not punished for what happened, I am still under his thumb. Probably even more now.

But, we will see each other again. Just not as soon as we had planned.

How are you? Are you doing well? Do not hesitate to contact me if you need anything - I mean it, you can call me whenever you can. If anything happens. If nothing happens. Be warned, the boss will be able to hear everything we say, but still, I would never decline a chance to hear your voice.

I'm afraid I have to cut this short as I hear the priest who is staying here grumble and groan. He's old and probably fell. Which I do feel bad about because, I'm not going to lie, I'm coming down from a really bad trip and I don't see it getting better any time soon, yet I know that if I had been out there, I could've caught him.

I love you, baby, and don't give up hope. Even if things do not turn out the way we wish they would, we are young and have time, Miles <3.'

He slipped away for a moment to the post box down the road and it was the only bit of peace he had that entire day.

A news channel was the one who told Y/N about what went down at the El Royale.

She'd been feeling better than she had in a while after cutting all ties with her job. She'd bought herself out of all the contracts for upcoming films she was supposed to be in. Her publicist had been fired. Then a statement had been sent out to the press about her retirement from acting.

Then, as she was walking to say a final goodbye to Georgia, a television in an electronic store window broadcasted a shot of flames engulfing the outside of the hotel.

"Reports have finally come out about a multiple homicide at the El Royale, eight found dead last week in what appeared to be a gunfight. One currently in a critical condition. Though it is believed that two or three people may have fled the scene. Anyone with any information call the number below."

Dazed, Y/N's feet took her straight to Georgia's without her realising it. Once there, however, she stood outside it, her hands clasped firmly in front of her as she thought about Miles and tried to keep from crying. She had no idea what she'd do if she ended up losing him. It was hard enough as it was already. She had no idea how she would deal with it if she lost him.

"Sweet Pea, what are you doing just standing in the doorway? Come inside, dear." Georgia motioned for her to enter the salon. With a heavy heart, Y/N entered the salon and collapsed onto a chair at the vanity, burying her face in the palms of her hands.

"Have I got any letters?"

"Yes, two."

Georgia reached into one of the drawers, pulled out the objects in question and handed them over to Y/N, who immediately noticed that they had different handwriting. One was Miles', she knew that like the back of her hand. The other, she had no idea.

Y/N read Miles' first. In the corner it was dated on the day of the fire. And his spelling was atrocious so she knew he was high.

Then she moved on to the mystery one.

'Dear Miss Y/N,

There's no easy way to say this but Miles is in the hospital.'

There was the biggest sigh of relief released from Y/N's lips. He was alive, that was enough.

'And his condition is, to put simply, not good. He was stabbed and died for a few minutes before the firefighters found him and the paramedics managed to revive what little life he had left.

He doesn't speak much, it's too hard while he's in the process of recovering, but he has said your name too many times for me to count. And he has a habit of humming that Peter and Gordon song that came out last year, he mumbled something that sounded like 'playing in ambulance' so I can only assume that's what popped him back up.

I can only assume what you are to my son based on the letters they found in his room and gave to his mother and I. I know that your appearances at the hospital would mean the world to him. You're important to him, Y/N. More than you may realise.

Hope to see you, Charles Miller'

At the bottom was a 'ps' that included what hospital and room Mike's was currently in.

Without another word, Y/N was out of her seat and was walking out, calling over her shoulder, "Thank you for everything. Telling my mother about Miles was a shitty thing to do but I forgive you," as she shut the door behind her.

The journey wasn't long and she was soon standing in front of Miles' room with her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she stared intently at the door and waited for the courage to knock. Finally, she raised her knuckles to tap on the door lightly.

Opening it was a man that had a sweet smile and cute nose, which was exactly like Miles'. Charles took one look at the girl before him and chuckled, immediately gesturing for her to come in and pointed to a billboard that could be seen from the window.

"I thought he was saying that you looked like the actress in the picture, not that you are her," the man commented, giving Y/N a friendly smile as he closed the door gently. "His mom will be back in a sec and she won't believe that Miles bagged himself a movie star."

"Oh, I'm not anymore. I quit today," Y/N confessed sheepishly as she walked across to sit on the edge of the bed, scanning every part of Miles' sleeping form. He was lying on his side with an oxygen mask on his face and bandages covering the lower half of his torso.

"Would you like me to give you a moment alone?" The man asked kindly when he saw the look on her face.

"Yes please. Thank you." Y/N smiled gratefully and nodded, watching as he quietly exited the room before reaching over and brushing Miles' hair gently out of his face.

There were bags under his eyes and his skin was almost completely grey, yet she couldn't help but notice the tiny smile that tugged on his lips for a split second.

"My beautiful boy... Why is the world so cruel to you? Why did you have to go through all of this?" Y/N muttered, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes and fall down along her cheeks. She didn't want to cry. But she couldn't stop herself. "Tell you what, the moment you get better I'll make sure we have the most boring, normal life we can think of. We'll go to the park, maybe go ice skating, you like ice skating right?"

Y/N giggled as Miles shifted ever so slightly towards her. She watched as he breathed slowly in and out, waiting for a response that wouldn't come.

"I just met your dad, he seems nice, he reminds me a lot of you." She brushed a finger against his cheekbone gently, teasing, "He's handsome. Maybe I've got a crush on your dad too, so you've got some competition now, eh?"

"Losing to my old man would surely do me in," he croaked, gathering the strength to open his eyes. "Hi baby."

His voice was raspy and dry but it made a small smile appear on Y/N's lips nonetheless.

"Hi honey."

They'd get through this. Together. Like they always did.

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