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02 | JACOB ROTT FANFIC

Description: CHAPTER TWO - THE DEVIL TO MY ANGEL | JACOB ROTT

Relationship: fem!reader x Jacob Rott

Word count: 4164

Title: The Devil to My Angel

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It had been a few days that the siblings were in Germany and in Hamburg, from meeting the region, to going to the gym and finding their way around the city, Hamburg was a whole different world and they were loving find out more. Not taking in consideration that (y/n) had fallen in love everyday with a stranger. There was definitely something in the water of Germany.

"Wanna go grab coffee before the gym?"

Adam entered (y/n)'s room, sitting on the bed, focusing on his little sister getting her shoes laces so they could go to the gym.

"Maybe after, we could eat something now, I'm thinking about going to a few more places around the city later" the laces were finished and she looked at her brother who was typing something on his phone. "What is it?"

"Bene texted, he just arrived in Hamburg, he's coming to our place, told us to wait for him"

The smile on (y/n)'s face grew bigger with the thought of seeing one of the boys, that made her extremely happy. She had been talking a lot with all three of the boys she met at the airport, although she had met other people and had being friendly with them, she spent more time on her phone than anything else.

The siblings decided to make breakfast and wait for Bene, which was the funniest in (y/n)'s opinion, may the other boys never listen to that. Tim was a sweet heart, also was Jacob but he was always working and appeared to be most shy in the group, so she kept her distance, but from time to time he texted and interacted with her and the others on the group chat.

"Bene?!" (y/n)'s voice followed her steps as she went to get the front door of the apartment, meeting Bene's brown eyes and big smile towards her. She hugged him putting her arms around his neck while he went for her waist. She felt amazing in his arms and kissed him on the cheek before letting go so Adam could say hi to him. "How was the trip? Why have you decided to come and visit out of the sudden?"

"Can't I visit my friends?" Bene said going to the living room. "Also, hope you guys don't have anything planned for this weekend"

"Why? What you have in mind?" Adam said sitting with Bene at the couch, (y/n)'s eyes analyzing Bene who had a huge smile on his face. "Bene..."

"Tim sent me here with a mission..."

"I don't know if I like where this is going" the girl said with a curious smile while heading to the kitchen. "Can you both come here so I can eat a bit and hear what nonsense you guys have pictured?"

She heard Bene and Adam's footsteps while pouring herself some coffee, Bene looked around the table shocked, Adam went for the bottle of coffee while (y/n) grabbed a piece of bread and started to eating focusing on Bene.

"I'll visit you guys more after this" Adam smiled at his friend and sister before having a sip of coffee and cleaning a little his throat. "Oh, right, so Tim had planned to have some friends at his place a while back and since you guys are new here and some of the boys are from Hamburg and will be there, we were thinking that you guys would like to come and stay for the weekend" he smiled looking at the siblings who were still processing the whole idea. "Also, some friends we talked about are gonna be there so we can finish somethings before Jacob returns from England"

"He's coming back?"

"When is he coming back?" The siblings said at the same time, but Bene focused only on (y/n)'s question. "Why you looking at me like that?"

"Why you wanna know when he's coming back?"

"Don't start..."

"It's just an innocent question sis" Adam looked at (y/n) with a wide smile that made her role her eyes. "Anyhow, when is this thing at Tim's and why didn't you guys told us on the group?"

"So we wouldn't say no, because Bene came all the way to invite us" she took the last sip of her coffee, focusing on a curious Bene. "Which lead us to the question, how exactly we gonna get there and come back on the same day twice?"

"We were actually planning on you guys staying for a bit, some of us are staying for the weekend, so you guys can hang too"

"You want my sister to be at Tim's house for the weekend? In a house full of guys?" Adam's eyes were focused on Bene who just looked at his plate with a small smile. "That's gonna be fun"

"ADAM!" (y/n) laugh at her brother's comment, making the two guys burst into laughter. "How long you give us to get our things done?"

"Is an hour good enough?" Bene looked at the girl with a questioning look, who just roled her eyes. "It's a valid question"

"I liked you more when you were flirtatious with me"

She got up and went to her bedroom, listening to the boys joke around and laugh, she started gathering her things with a smile on her face, which was interrupted by a text from Tim.

TIM

Bene said you guys said yes

(Y/N)

Yes, what do I need to bring?

TIM

Besides your beautiful face?

We are planning some pool time fun and

record some videos for tiktok.

(Y/N)

Oh, that's actually kinda cute haha

Tiktok? I didn't know you guys had those

TIM

Well, you will meet lots of tiktokers this weekend

Hope you don't mind probably showing up in some

(Y/N)

Everything in negotiable haha

I need to get my stuffs, I'll let you know

when we leave.

"How many of your friends were gonna be here again?"

(y/n) asked as soon as she got in front of Tim's house and could hear guys voices.

A lot of guys voices.

"They are pretty chill, but if you ever feel uncomfortable let us know" Bene said hugging her by the shoulders. "Also, your brother is here, I doubt the boys will try anything"

"Wish they would, it's really funny seeing (y/n/n) reacting to guys wanting her attention" the girl slapped her brother, receiving a laugh from Bene. "What was that for?!"

"You know why" before anyone said anything else, Tim opened the door and (y/n) went straight to him, giving him a hug. "TIM! Thanks for remembering us and invite us to your house"

"No need to thank me, I told you that you two are more than welcome whenever!" He then looked at your bags. "Leave them in the living room, let's introduce you two to everyone" Tim got his arm around the girl's waist a little loose and extended his hand to Adam. "Hey man, you good?"

"Hey man, yeah, this one just brought her whole wardrobe, but its ok" the three boys laughed when they saw (y/n) rolling her eyes and getting inside Tim's house.

"You sure we can stay here?"

The living room had a few number of bags and the siblings exchanged looks.

"Yeah, if you ever feel uncomfortable, there's a spare room you can have all to yourself when you need privacy" Tim kissed her forehead and guided the siblings to the exterior of the house, where Bene was already heading. "They don't bite, I promise"

"Let me be the judge of that" they both exchanged smiles seeing her older brother following Bene, who was already introducing him to the other guys. "What about this whole tiktok thing?"

"It's something we started during quarantine and such, we all do it, but you don't need to participate if you don't want."

"I have a tiktok but never really used it, guess I'll have a reason to now, since hopefully I'll be all you guys friend" she said with a smile and looked over to where her brother was, getting lost on some of the boys, then stopping at one specific blonde she was trying to see again at the gym. "Isn't he..."

"That's Phil, the friend we said it was in that picture you took, yes"

"He's also a tiktoker?"

"And a DJ" Tim said with a smile and (y/n) was still processing everything. "Shall we go?"

The girl nodded and felt Tim's right hand behind her back leading the way to the small gathering of boys that were outside. Bene and Adam were the first ones she laid eyes on, the latter going to the girl's side and trying to keep a straight face and playing the older brother role. She looked around finding lots of pairs of eyes on her, all the boys were incredibly handsome and she felt her cheeks burn a little.

The first one she was introduced to was a tanned guy with light brown hair, he had a warm smile and brownish green eyes, sharp jaw and he seemed to have the same energy as a golden retriever that Bene also showed. His name was Carlos.

Then came a blonde guy with short hair, he appeared to be the shiest one of the group, he had a nice smile and blue eyes, he also was the only one with a little bit of a beard growing, making the girl think he was probably the oldest of the group. His name was Chris.

Phil then came into the picture, his long blonde hair and vivid green eyes made her stomach flip and she couldn't hide a smile, which he gave another one to her, differently from the other guys, Phil's eyes didn't went through her body, which she imagine was because he probably already looked at her when she went to the gym the first time.

The guy next to Phil was the tallest of the boys, also with a sharp jaw which was a little tense, his hair was brown with some blonde strings, his eyes were a mix of blue and green that she couldn't really look away, he gave her a cute smile, which she mirrored and realized he was also shy. His name was Nils.

Then she was caught by one of the most beautiful smile she had seen, followed by milk chocolate and playful eyes, that were partially covered by some strings of dark blonde or really light brown hair, she couldn't really wrap her head around it. His name was Niclas.

"Hi I'm also Niclas, but you can call me Nici"

Nici handed his hand to (y/n), who shook it with a kind smile. Nici had brown hair and his eyes were the same as Carlos, just a little more green than the other boy. His smile gave her a sense of security that she liked and instantly felt comfortable with him, she saw that Adam also chilled a little with Nici, which she understood as a sign that he would take care of her and be a big brother when Adam returns to their home country.

The last of the boys also had light brown hair and eyes, he seemed to be the most serious one, but once she looked at him, a smile appeared and he showed his clown side, giving the same golden retriever energy that Bene and Carlos gave her. His name was Luis.

"Well, now you know all the gang and you better respect my sister or I'll cut you guys in small pieces" although Adam wanted to seems terrifying, (y/n)'s laugh made everyone not take him seriously. "I'm trying to be the protective older brother here (y/n/n)!"

"You can't even kill a fly or a cockroach, you expect me to believe that you would hurt one of them?"

"Isn't you who says never say never?"

"It's actually Justin Bieber and Jayden Smith, but, yeah, sure"

They all smiled at Tim's comment and Adam quickly lost his protective older brother pose, giving space to the chill and talkative Adam she was seeing more and more since they arrived in Germany a few days ago. It was good seeing him like that, not worried about every single thing he does or says.

"Tim said you all are TikTokers, can I see an example of how you guys do a video?"

"You have a tiktok?" Nici asked curious and looked like everyone's attention was on her, she nodded her head and saw a small smile on his face. "Would you like to colab with any of us?"

"I don't really use it, I've never actually went through the app to be honest"

"Well, there's a first time for everyone" Bene's arm went around her shoulders and she hugged him by the waist. "Shall we record something for them to see?"

All the boys said ok and started to think about what to do, in the mean time (y/n) went for her phone, opening the tiktok app and going through her for you page. She felt Adam close to her looking at the screen.

"This seems fun," she said looking at a group of people dancing an old French song she used to listen everywhere a couple of years ago "but I don't know..."

"I wouldn't have the coordination to do that" the siblings laughed a little too loud calling the attention of Tim and Carlos. "Sorry, we were just commenting on a video we saw here on tiktok"

Both boys came closes and surrounded (y/n) looking at her screen.

"Oh, yeah everyone is doing that trend, we should try it" Tim said with a smile pointing at the phone and looking at Carlos who nodded.

"You guys have the coordination to do that? 'Cause Adam would be ridiculous doing that"

"Hey, ridiculous also get views online ok?" the four laughed and Tim went to talk to other boys about the tiktok idea. "How long have you guys known each other?"

Carlos looked around the boys and then back to the siblings, focusing a little too long on (y/n), making her cheeks burn a little.

"Not long to be honest, Phil is the one I know the longest, but we all have become pretty close since we all do tiktoks and everything"

"That's nice" (y/n) smiled at Carlos, then looked to the boys who were all agreeing with Tim. "Can you tell me yours and the boys tiktok? Now I'm a little curious"

Although she said with an innocent smile, she felt her brother's elbow hit her slightly and heard his little chuckle. Of course he would know that she was staring at all of the boys and of course she would try to be able to look at them without anyone noticing, so what was the best way? Get their tiktoks.

"Guess I could use some teaching" Adam said just for his sister to hear. She had a smart smile on her lips. "Which one did you like more sis? So I can keep an eye on him the most, or is Jacob still the one you want?"

"Jacob’s cute and hot, not gonna lie, but still, they are all cute"

“Just not as cute as Jacob” the girl just looked at her brother with a ‘seriously?’ look, who made the older one laugh. "You already have their eyes on you (y/n/n)" Adam chuckled and turned to see the boys.

"That doesn't mean I have them, nor anything, I like to look at them, that's all" her smile was genuine, she was having fun, he could see it clearly, he just didn't want his sister to get hurt. "Plus, I doubt that I'll end up with any of them, we'll all be friends at the end, you've seen how beautiful these german girls are, I'm no match, so I'll just have my eyes on them and enjoy their company"

"Guess everyone is there" Carlos said giving back her phone. "Will you be in it?"

His question was directly to Adam who laughs saying no repeatedly.

"Maybe next time, let's see how you guys do it first"

They all gathered near to where the siblings were, trying the best position for the camera to catch them all. Carlos went to the tree house to see all the focus and such, Adam ended up helping them with that since he worked with video editing. They still needed some help so (y/n) decided to help with adjusting the camera the best way possible, that ended up needing to be a little high to get all of the boys, specially since Carlos decided he was going to stay at the three house.

It took a few takes and the sun was getting hotter, (y/n) was still with the same attire she would use to go to the gym with her brother, so while the boys were taking a look at the video she went inside to grab some water and take of her shirt being with just leggings and a top, tying her hair up in a bun, her position for the takes was right where the sun hit, which made her body heat up quicker than ever.

Her phone buzzed and she saw it was a text from Jacob on the group they had.

JACOB @the helpless

Hey, what you guys up to?

I'm bored.

(Y/N) @the helpless

At Tim's house with other boys

Recording some tiktoks

JACOB @the helpless

That explains why no one is answering me

(Y/N) @the helpless

I'm no one, nice to meet you Jacob (:

JACOB @the helpless

Haha sorry

So you having fun?

Met all the boys?

(Y/N) @the helpless

They seem nice

She then positioned herself to take a picture of the boys in the yard and sending it to the group with a smile. Taking then a picture of herself with a fake sad face.

(Y/N) @the helpless

It has been fun so far, gonna jump in the pool later

but I'm the only girl here, so I'm a little lonely

also not sure what to do

JACOB @the helpless

Why you say that?

(Y/N) @the helpless

idk they all treated me nicely, guess I

just need sometime to let go

JACOB @the helpless

Well, it took a while when we met, so I'm

sure it will happen soon (:

Also I'm here if you feel alone

(Y/N) @the helpless

You have your work Jacob,

plus, Bene and Tim are here, Adam too

so I have people to annoy if I feel like that

but much appreciated the thought

"Bene said he met you and Adam at the airport" she looked up meeting Phil's green eyes on her with a small smile, Niclas right behind him. The latter still had his eyes on her body. "What made you two come to Germany?"

"Well, I've always wanted to learn german, during uni this feeling just got bigger, so after I finished I decided to come and learn, but my parents where a little scared and made my brother come along" she pored some water inside the cup stepping back so the boys could fill their cups "so during his 30 days vacation, he would help me around and everything"

"And what are you two thinking about the city?"

She saw that both the boys were facing her, with their cups in hand, so far only Phil had said anything, but she felt Niclas gaze burning on her skin, feeling her cheeks burn a little.

"It's incredible, the people, the places... It's more than I expected, specially with all the help the boys gave to us and now with you and some of the others also in Hamburg to help if we ever need it..." She drank a little more of the water and looked at both boys who were smiling at her, she then focused on Niclas smile. "I like your smile"

She saw Phil hold a laugh while Niclas didn't know how to react making (y/n) smile a little.

"Thank you" he said a little low, but she could still hear it. "It's good you are enjoying Germany, hope you are enjoying this too"

It was her time to lower her head trying to hide her red cheeks.

"Yeah, I am actually"

A small silence filled the room, being broken by Nici's entrance to get a cup of water as well. (y/n) took that opportunity to get out and go to be close by the pool, taking her sneakers out. She found Bene laying close to the pool, Nils was also with him, but they were both looking at their phones, so she slides into Bene's side and smiles at him, then to Nils who gave her a small smile and went back into looking at his phone.

He was definitely the shiest one in the group.

While Bene hugged her around her waist squeezing her a little, she took a moment to look at Nils, finding him looking at her from under his lashes, she noticed him going back to his phone and saw his jawline tense it up, but also could see a small smile on his lips.

"Done with the tiktoks?"

"For now" Bene said laying back a little, still looking at her. "We still thinking on what to do next and when we will record some of the ideas we had before coming here"

"I would never be able to do what you guys are doing," she said holding herself and remembering some of the things she saw on tiktok. So many beautiful people, so many trends, she considered doing it when they first talked to her, but now she wasn't as sure. "How you have creativity to do that?"

Before Bene could answer, she felt a cold liquid on her hair, neck and back, seeing that Bene and Nils also had them, she looked back finding Tim with a water gun spraying beer at them. Bene quickly got up and tried to take that gun from Tim.

"You ok?" Nils asked with a smile cleaning himself a little. "Did the beer went on your hair?"

"Yes and yes" she laughed along side Nils who was observing her while she looked around finding Tim recording some more reactions. "Is he doing a TikTok?"

"Probably" Nils followed her gaze and smiled imagining the video. "But if you want we can talk to him to erase your part..."

"No, it's fine, then it will loose yours and Bene's reaction" she said calmly then looked at the pool, then back at the blonde boy in front of her. "You staying the night?"

"Yes, me and some of the boys, you too? And your brother?" She realized how quickly he added the brother question and tried to hide a smile, she was probably just imagining things. "Bene said you guys had some bags, so I imagined..."

"Yeah we are staying the night" she didn't hide her smile this time, finding another one from Nils. "You guys are all pretty big on tiktok though"

"A little I guess" he said lowering his head, probably not his favorite topic.

"So you are from Hamburg?"

"I'm from Jena, but I live in Hamburg with Phil and Niclas" he pointed to the boys with his head and (y/n) found Niclas coming to their direction. He had a tank top this time and her eyes stopped a little on his arms. "Hey man, what's up?"

"Just saw Tim's video, they are talking about do it again"

"Why?" (y/n) asked with confusion, but by the looks between the boys in front of her, she realized it was because she may not like to be in the video. "Tim! I wanna see the video" she said playfully and got up heading to where Chris, Tim and Nici were. He played her the video and they were expecting her reaction, which was basically laughter. "Tag me when you post it"

That was all she said before heading back inside to go change into some swimwear, enjoying some of the sun and hot weather. She couldn't help but look at some of the boys, especially Carlos who had his shirt off showing how amazing his body was.

"Open mouth bring flies around" she heard her brother's voice and found him with a wide grin towards her. "Where you going?"

"Putting a swimwear, Tim poured some beer, but I'm sure there's still a lot to happen, so I prefer take a shower before going to bed and enjoy some sunbathing and pool time" she said with a truthful smile, she loved swimming and was thinking about that pool since Tim told her earlier. "You joining tiktok as well?"

Adam made a no with his head and laughed making (y/n) laugh as well before grabbing one of her bags and bringing to the nearest bathroom. Although she could feel her red cheeks, the reflection on the mirror just gave her the ultimatum that she needed to calm herself down. She wasn't used to that much attention, much less all those handsome boys attention. She took one of the pieces she brought and started to undress, hoping that all the flips and butterflies on her stomach would settle down.

"They are just normal boys your age who are incredibly handsome and polite, nothing more, now go out there and act normal, like you would with any of your guy friends" she took one last breath before putting a light dress over her swimwear and head back to the yard where she saw the boys recording some more tiktoks. "They make it seem so easy"

"It is easy" she heard Adam say besides her, turning to face him with a sarcastic look. "They just taught me some things, you have a tiktok account, let me try on you." Your eyes still carried your disbelief on his statement. "One try, if you like it, you will see it's easy"

"What do I have to do?"

#the devil to my angel #jacob rott x fem!reader

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the1northlanderprincess · 1 year

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Episode 9 analysis

First of all.....

Okay, anyway, so this will be one of my shorter reviews. Good grief, such a huge letdown after a two week break, not that I was expecting anything big. Honestly, it’s coming to the point of the season where it’s testing me.

Arman and Thony meet/The ambush

Thony is getting ready to go with Arman to meet Bosco for a new shipment. Luca’s health is getting worse, but she has to leave him with Fiona. They are talking when Arman shows up. Thony lets him in and he acknowledges Fiona. He asks about Luca. Thony gives him the latest. He laments not being able to do more as they head out. Upon their arrival at the usual spot, the entire place is a massacre area. Everyone has been killed, and they start looking around, with Arman telling Thony to hang back. But she looks around for anyone alive, and she happens on Bosco, who is barely conscious, and he dies while Thony checks him. Arman and Thony are horrified at what has obviously transpired. He tells her there could be an ambush, and, sure enough, they almost immediately are shot at. They dodge bullets and hide behind the van to bide their time. Arman decides at one point to run to the motorcycle, which is close enough. So they make a run for it. Once they take off on the bike, they are chased down by cartel on four wheelers. Arman makes several maneuvers and eventually they are able to escape onto a highway. They stop on the side of the road, trying to contemplate what’s happened and how to handle things going forward.

So, not much to chew on here, but there are a couple of nice, subtle moments. First, we have Arman coming to the house. He and Thony have clearly talked about Luca’s health previously, which I’d really love to have an in. When he asks how Luca is, his volume is normal. But when Thony tells him, Arman’s tone shifts into something more somber, and his voice is low and raspy when telling Thony he wishes he could help. It’s affecting him more and more, especially now that his finances are in uncertain waters. He wants to give her the world so she can have a healthy son. However, Thony assures him he is, and you can see a warm and grateful expression on her face. The fact she’s able to have access to Dr. Saroyan is help; there’s no need for anything big or expensive at this time. He’s been feeling worthless, but she’s there to tell him that he isn’t. I think this surprises him a little, because when he turns his head towards her as she says this, you can see his mouth drop and he takes a deep breath.

In the desert, Arman’s concern goes up ten-fold because of how many men were taken out and what happened to them. He knows what the Cartel can do, how dangerous they can be. He knows how compassionate Thony is, and her doctor’s heart, but this is a part of his world that she’s never encountered before. So his words to stay back take on a bit of a command. although, he is as shocked at the situation after Bosco dies. But he has to set those feelings aside fairly quickly as he needs to take charge and figure out a way he and Thony can get out of there alive. Once they do, he immediately checks her over. Oh my gosh, the expression on his face is beautiful. Arman turns her so he can look at her face, his voice frantic, which is also apparent on his face. But it slowly changes into something akin to awe. They just went on the ride of their lives, with him doing the driving and dodging, so he had no idea if she had been shot or not. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if she got hurt, even if in a situation that would have hindered his ability to protect her.

Meeting with Kamdar/The airport

Thony and arman are in Kamdar’s office, where they’re on the receiving end of a tongue lashing from Kamdar. He’s not happy with them because his buyer will get nothing. He’s especially PO’d because the Cartel is involved. That means only one thing for him, thus he gives Joseph the signal to assassinate them. But Thony speaks up, saying she knows of a way to get drugs from Manila. Kamdar is skeptical, but Arman backs her up. Kamdar reluctantly agrees, but he threatens to leave her behind if they can’t get the drugs. Later, then, Arman and Thony arrive at the hangar to fly to Manila. Kamdar shows up, and Arman wonders why he’s there. Kamdar tells him that he’s joining him, as he can do business in the Philippines if they’re already going. He also figures he can help manage the deal. While he’s saying this, Arman is being security-checked, but Kamdar tells his man to stop. a confused arman looks at him, and Kamdar tells him he’s not going with. Arman says it’s “their” deal, but Kamdar corrects him, saying Arman's deal with him was done when the original fell through, and Thony was the one to plan this deal. Thony protests, saying she needs Arman, but Kamdar disagrees. He says it’s his plane, his rules. With that said, he invites Thony to board the plane.

Even less in these two scenes to dissect. I’m going to try to do my best to pick things out to analyze. When Arman and Thony are in the office, it was as if they were waiting in the principal’s office to receive their punishment. It’s not the first time for them in this situation, and, like before, it’s Thony who hastily comes up with a plan to save their butts. Arman's expressions are rather interesting as he’s listening to Thony. She’s talking about Luca being sick, so he’s likely worried, as well as sympathetic. When she’s trying to convince Kamdar that her plan is ideal, Arman doesn’t hesitate to support it. Once they arrive at the hangar, the pair are seemingly at ease. Perhaps they are relieved to go away for a bit, out of Kamdar’s reach, even if they are going to Manila for him. Upon finding out Arman isn’t welcome, they immediately exchange looks. His eyes linger on her before he gives Kamdar a hint of a look that could kill. Thony, once Kamdar shoots her down, looks afraid. When she starts heading to the plane, she looks back....not once, but twice. Knowing the possible repercussions if she fails, Thony wants to remember his face if it’s going to be the last time she sees it. Meanwhile, Arman is clenching his jaw so hard, my TMJ is cringing at it. Thony is the second woman he cares about to be “taken” by Kamdar, and Kamdar is probably doing it on purpose because he knows what Thony means to him. This is possibly a big factor in Arman suddenly deciding to take him out.

I had high hopes after they showed the scene between Nadia and arman when she asks him THE question in the “previously” spot. But it was a total copout. There wasn’t anything remotely related to it. The plane ride would have been the perfect time for Kamdar to corner Thony about her relationship with Arman.

Spoiler time

Now as for Garrett discovering the truth about Maya, I’m hoping Arman's motive will be addressed next week. We know it, but Garrett doesn’t. It’s too big of a thing to simply brush off. Garrett knows more than anyone about what it’s like to get attached to an informant, only to find out she has feelings for a “bad guy”. It’d create an interesting dynamic between Garrett and Thony. He’s going to find out eventually, and this is the best scenario I can think of. When it comes to the actual crime being committed, and the following punishment, it either might not be major, or he’s going to wait after catching Kamdar to arrest Arman. I only say this because there are pics of the three of them still working together in the finale.

P.S. I’m not that worried about Arman being all stern with Thony next week where it concerns his plans for Kamdar. Pics for the finale show them together in another high stakes moment on the motorcycle and hiding among storage units. It looks to be an awesome scene.

#the cleaning lady #armony #the cleaning lady spoilers #perfectarmony

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scuopsie · 6 months

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I don’t know if you want my opinion or an ask - feel free to disagree . You can be delulu in private or with your friends but maybe not in public especially in front of your favs. I don’t know if you saw the TikTok about which Kpop idol you think you can pull which received backlash but that is harmless and I don’t know about you but I think I don’t want to be perceived by my favs and I wouldn’t want to date a celebrity. I heard you can rent out a Kpop idol to hang out with you for $40k (minimum base rate). Some of the fan calls are insane but I won’t start on that. My dad witnessed seeing fans using ladders to take photos of their favs and crowd them at an airport and he was shocked

Today there was an article published that a fan approached 97 line (NCT Jaehyun/Astro Eunwoo and BTS Jungkook) for an autograph and said no and then after they had finished collected their cups and kept them. I think the article was deleted but I saw the fan was defending their actions, there was probably more to the article but I skimmed it.

I feel like now people just want their Y/N moment? I saw there was a concert and the artist had to say this isn’t a fan sign and people were leaving during the concert because they got their moment. I feel like there is a big change since I have joined (early third generation) and I mainly stan 2nd/3rd generation.

Even though wonho will not join monsta x again, I hope we can get interactions between them. Maybe things are getting more laxxed. I don’t know if you are familiar with TVXQ but the members who left and were black listed in Korea are now promoting and have their own programs.

Anyway this is like 6 different topics in one ask lol sorry for the roller coaster ride. Happy to debate or talk more about stuff. Have a good day!

yeah that's who i was talking abt the other day when i posted that text post abt being delulu.... like YEAH my and my friends are SO DELULU in our private chats it's actually crazy but the whole "who do u think u can pull" is just....😬 it's not even new, someone else started the "trend" a while ago too and it went down pretty much the same. it sounds harmless enough in the grand scheme of delulu things kpoppies have done but it still feels off imo... i can't put my finger on it.

yeah i saw the girl talking abt the hiring idols for 40k too but tbh i don't believe it... logistically it doesn't make sense. it's too much of a risk for companies to just put their artists in a sitation like that and have it leak to the public. especially since a huge part of the idols' imagine is the whole being 'unattainable' thing. plus, if that was a thing, kazakhstan's princess wouldn't have KIDNAP vixx to meet them (true story) sldkjflfsjfls

you're right... fans seem to be getting more and more delulu and i think it's at least partially caused by the videocall fansigns... like ofc the more you give them opportunities to play pretend gf with their oppas the more delulu and entitled they get! god.... the things they sometimes ask idols to do on these phonecalls are appaling.

yeah :((((( i heard abt that!!! I'm happy that the industry is finally starting shift a little bit... i truly hope that by the time monek are finished with their military duties (around their 10th anniversary) they get to celebrate it with wonho even if he doesn't rejoing the group. i think its unfair to exclude him from their milestones since he was part of the group for most of it and is responsible for so much of their achievements...

#ive definitely talked abt the whole fansign stuff and fans being delulu a bunch of times before but #im the same!!!! i DO NOT want to be percieved by my faves in any way!!!!#like even at a concert id rather be at a safe distant so they couldn't see my face lsdkjflskdjf #so i don't really understand the whole 'i can pull him' thing...#like yeah maybe it's harmless to make a tiktok video abt it but this could very well be the start of someone believing they can 'pull' -#-their fave and if they (even accidentally) see them somewhere they approach them and practically HARASS them when they're with friends #someone was arguing on the twt repost of that tiktok and was like 'they're still men and have preference'#like girl... i don't think you've ever seen real grass your entire life lsdkjflsdjf #i honestly want all idols to pull a Chen slkdjflsjf #ask #anon

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NSFW, Minors DNI

Pairing: stepbro!Izuku x reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: stepcest, unprotected sex, breeding, wall sex

A/n: For The Deku Agenda Escapes No One collab organized by @rat-zuki to celebrate her hitting 15k & our darling Izuku’s birthday. So, Happy Birthday, Deku & a huge congrats to you, Annie! 🖤

Izuku is the #1 Pro Hero in Japan (mid 20s) & reader is an American civilian (also mid 20s)

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From the moment that you stepped off the plane, you knew that the next week was likely going to be a little overwhelming.

For one, the plane in question was actually a private jet. Instead of a crowded airport, you were deplaning straight onto the tarmac of a private hangar in Hawaii. It was a far more comfortable ride than economy would have been, plenty of room, considering there were only 3 passengers, aside from the flight crew; you, your father, and his bride-to-be, Inko Midoriya.

Inko was the sweetest woman you’d ever met. She and your father had only met a little under a year ago, but from what you could tell, they were head over heels for each other. It was really cute, actually, and it was nice to see him so happy. They’d had a bit of a whirlwind romance, having met while she was on an extended vacation to the US. By the time her trip was due to end, they couldn’t bear to be apart, so he’d ask her to move in with him.

It was a bit of a shock when he’d told you that she’d be living with him, but once you’d finally met her that weekend that you helped her get settled, you understood why he loved her so much. She was such a genuinely kind person. The kind that you weren’t sure truly existed, but you were glad that she did.

She’d stepped right into the role of a supportive partner for your father and she didn’t hesitate to take on a maternal role in your life, either. It was so sweet how she’d embraced you after they’d told you about their engagement, wrapping you up in her arms, tears pricking her eyes as she told you how excited she was to be able to call you her daughter.

You smiled at the pair of them, walking hand in hand as they took in the gorgeous scenery. It really was beautiful. Maybe the next week wouldn’t be so bad after all. You just had to get through the wedding festivities this weekend and then it would really be more of a family vacation.

Then again, there was also the task of meeting your soon-to-be stepbrother. You’d heard plenty about him, from multiple sources. His mother, most reliably, but also the news. He was inescapable, his fame preceded him, even in the states. From what you'd heard, he was wonderful. Considering Inko had raised him by herself, you didn't doubt that. From what you'd seen, he was also incredibly hot. That's what made you nervous.

A hot, internationally famous stepbrother with no flaws that you were aware of? Yeah, that was a little intimidating. And as fate would have it, the first item on the agenda was meeting him at the family dinner shortly after you arrived.

///

You wanted to make a good first impression, considering Deku had already made one, without ever having to even meet you. Hopefully, your father had only ever said good things to him when they had taken that trip to Japan. Maybe tonight wouldn't have seemed like such a daunting task, if you had been able to go with them. Work had gotten in the way.

The same had been true for Deku anytime he had planned on coming here; work got in the way. Granted, writing for a Pro Hero magazine and being the literal number Number One Hero in Japan, possibly the world, were two very different professions, so he even had you beat there.

Izuku had organized the logistics of damn near the entire weekend's arrangements and, surely, he had some connections to ensure everyone's privacy. The wedding was being held on a private beach, the four of you were all staying at an equally private beach house, and both the rehearsal dinner tomorrow, as well as the family dinner tonight were being held at an exclusive restaurant.

He'd certainly gone above and beyond for his mama; it really was sweet how much he was willing to do for her, and for you and your father. He'd paid for virtually everything, including top-notch security. Not that he would likely need it, considering who he was and the guests who would be attending, to include other top heroes from Japan, but it seemed like he didn't want to risk anything and no one could fault him for that.

You didn't know anything about villains and their schemes, and no one was really concerned about a threat anyway, but you did know firsthand the lengths that the media would go to get a look inside any aspect of the wedding. There was sure to be a least one candid photo of you all tonight, so the least that you could do was look good.

You had slipped in to your favorite ensemble, the one that bared just enough skin to be alluring, but still tasteful. It hit all your curves in just the right way, this outfit truly never let you down. You felt confident when you strolled in to the restaurant alone, regardless of the fact that you were running as few minutes late. You could chalk that up to being on island time, right?

But when you arrived and the waiter ushered you to the private patio, you only saw Deku seated at the table set for four.

"Here you are, miss," the waiter nodded politely before he returned indoors to the noticeably barren restaurant. Did he really rent out the whole place for tonight?

"Hi, you must be Y/n," he stood, extending a hand towards you as he smiled. "It's so good to finally meet you."

"Hi," you smiled back, shaking his hand. "It's good to meet you too. Sorry that it took so long," you laughed, moving to take a seat.

He was faster, stepping around the table to pull your chair out for you, "Oh, no, I'm sorry. I know it seems like we keep missing each other whenever we've had the chance to meet," he chuckled, helping you scoot your chair in before returning to his seat across from you.

"Eh, your job is pretty important from what I hear, so I'd say you get a pass," you nodded, taking a sip of the water in front of you.

"Still, I do wish I could have met you sooner," he sat back, getting comfortable in his seat. "I've heard a lot about you. All good things, I swear," he flashed his palms with a boyish grin on his face, "I know my mom is absolutely enamored with you."

"Awh, really?" Your lip jutted out in a subtle pout, "That's so sweet. I really do love your mom. Inko's been nothing but lovely to me and my dad. I'm so glad that they found each other."

"Me too," he nodded, "He treats her really well. Your dad's a really cool guy. I had a lot of fun with him in Japan. Hopefully, next time, you can come along and I can show you around."

"That'd be fun," you smiled, "I'd like that. Speaking of our parents though, do you know where they are?"

"Mom said they were running late, but they should be joining us soon," he explained. "Gives us a chance to get to know one another a little better, on the bright side."

His feet shuffled beneath the table, brushing against your legs, which you retracted on instinct, a little startled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He pulled his feet back, sitting up straighter in his chair as his apologized.

"It's okay, I promise," you laughed away the sudden start you'd had, "I get a little jumpy when I'm nervous."

"You're nervous?" He raised a curious brow, a smile curling on his lips. "What for?"

"Are you kidding?" You giggled, returning his expression right back to him. "You're Deku."

"Not here," he shook his head, his eyes gleaming with genuine intent. "Call me Izuku, please. I'm not as infallible as the media makes me out to be. I promise, I'm a human who's fully capable of making an ass of himself if given the slightest opportunity."

"I find that hard to believe," you laughed, "But maybe that's the media personality in me speaking. I am glad that I get the chance to know you beyond all the articles and photos, Izuku."

His given name felt a little foreign on your tongue, but the corners of his lips pushed up a bit higher when you used it.

It was a foreign feeling to him too. Not many people called him by his actual name any longer. It came with the territory of being the Symbol of Peace, he supposed. Still, it was nice to be humanized by his birth name. Nicer still that the one calling it was so beautiful.

Stop. He clenched his jaw tight as he smiled back at you, willing away the taboo thoughts that he'd already had a few too many times.

His mom had done nothing but sing your praises anytime that you came up in conversation. He felt like he knew you well enough already, but he was excited to get to know you himself. Especially once his mother had broken out the photos of you.

You were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And you were destined to be his stepsister. Of all the ways that you could have come in to his life. You--smart, talented, accomplished, and beautiful you--were about to become his family.

The gnawing little voice in the back of his head whispered about how it wasn't that big a deal. It's not like you were being raised together. You'd never even met until now! As two, single, consenting adults. That counted for something, didn't it?

No. He had to stop. He knew that even if his mother didn't perish at the thought of something so controversial, the media would have an absolute field day if he so much as hugged you the wrong way.

"Is there anything in particular that you wanna know?" He cocked his head, smiling politely as he tried to settle his racing thoughts. "So long as you swear to keep it off the record," he pointed a playful finger at you.

"Oh, of course, I swear I will never leak a word of anything you say. I'm really not a huge fan of how far the media pries into your guys' personal lives," you offered a small, honest smile.

"What do you mean?" He furrowed his brow, resting elbows on the arm of the chair.

"I just don't think it's anyone's business to know all your business. I mean, that would drive me absolutely nuts," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you continued, "I know I work for a Hero mag, but I avoid writing gossip articles at all costs. I think being a Hero is something that takes a special kind of bravery, that I definitely do not possess, and it's shitty to reduce that down to a 300 word snippet on who they're hooking up with when you could be writing about their recent achievements."

"That is an interesting take, considering your profession," he shrugged almost apologetically, "I wouldn't have figured that that's how you viewed things. It's actually really nice to hear that; it does get a little exhausting having to deal with the image aspect of the job. I've never been much good at handling that, personally. I just," he shrugs again, interlocking his hands in front of him, "Wish sometimes that that's really all there was too it. I could do my job, save people, and then not have to worry about whether or not what I tweeted was politically correct enough."

"See, I'd be bad at your job for a few reasons then," you laughed quietly, "I can't imagine the stress of trying to maintain some stupid image on top of literally risking your life every day," you shook your head thoughtfully, shooting him a playful glance to lighten the heavy topic. "I swear, I'll throw hands with someone if they ever try to write anything negative about you, if that helps at all."

"Oh, will you?" He laughed, leaning forward and nodding pensively as he tried to picture you, who were dwarfed in comparison to his impressive stature, squaring up with anyone on his behalf. "Well, I'm glad to know I've got a slugger in my corner."

"Hey, you tease, but I'll have you know I've been in my fair share of fights," you tilted your chin up in faux indignance. "I mean, if you count wrestling with my cousins before any of us were old enough to know multiplication."

The both of you laughed, until you were interrupted by your father's voice.

"Hey! Well, it looks like you two are getting along well," He pulled Inko's chair out for her, "sorry that we were running so late."

"It's no problem, gave us a chance to finally speak," you smiled and Izuku nodded in agreement.

"Well I am glad that you two have finally met. I knew you guys would get along great," Inko smiled as your father tucked himself into the table beside you, across from her.

///

"Are your things at the beach house already, son?" Inko turned to Izuku as you all stood to leave the restaurant.

"No, but I have them in the car, mom. I had to come straight here from the flight. I'll follow you guys back there."

"Sounds good," your dad smiled over to you, "Say, why don't you two ride back together? You could keep him company. It is a bit of a drive back out to the house."

"Okay," you nodded, unable to tell for yourself if it was too eagerly or anxiously, "That's a great idea. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Izuku smiled back at you, "I'd be grateful for the company. We could continue our conversation."

"Okay, well we'll see you kids back at home then." Inko leaned in and kissed the both of you on the cheek as she and your father walked out ahead of you. "Drive safe!"

"I will," Izuku held up a hand as he waved them off, fishing his keys from his pocket.

The drive back was quiet at first, but you slowly got started back to talking and realized that you had more in common than you'd thought.

He knew you were into heroes, considering your job, but he didn't expect you to be nearly as invested as he was. It surprised him when you started bringing up some of All Might's old victories, even the lesser known ones, and asking questions about what it was like to be taught by someone like Eraser Head.

"Are you a fangirl?" He chuckled, raising a playful brow.

"Are you one to talk? I know you're still a fanboy," you laughed in response, feeling much more comfortable conversing after the 3 glasses of wine you'd enjoyed during dinner. "Besides, this is literally my profession. It's just in my best interest to stay well-versed."

"I'm gonna take that as a yes," he glanced over at you briefly as he leaned an elbow on the console between the front seats, keeping one steady hand on the wheel. "Well, now I gotta now. Do you also collect hero merch?"

"Of course I do," you rolled your eyes dramatically, "What kind of two-bit fangirl do you take me for? I've got plenty."

"Do you own any of mine?" A small smirk was evident on his innocent features as he tossed his gaze to you once again.

"Mm, are you gonna have an ego trip if I say yes?" You laughed, trying to hide your blush by looking out the passenger side window.

"Really? What all do you have?" He laughed along with you, looking between you and the road as you shrank into the passenger side door.

"Ah, not too much," you shook your head, trying to keep a straight face. "Really, it's just a couple little things."

"Like what?" He nudged you with a gentle elbow. "C'mon, think of it as you helping me figure out my demographic. What pieces were interesting enough that you picked some up?"

"Interesting enough?" you scoffed, shaking your head again as the liquid courage from dinner slipped a bold thought into your buzzed little brain. "I mean, the panties were a pretty interesting find."

He coughed from the other side of the car, for fear if he didn't he would swallow his own tongue. He knew exactly what you were talking about. They were in no means intricate or overtly sexy, but the thought of you owning a pair of panties with his brand all over them? His colors? His name?

"Are you serious? You own those?" He chuckled, trying to keep his voice light, hoping it wouldn't betray him and tip you off to the forbidden thoughts creeping into his mind.

"Own them?" You giggled, opening your mouth again in haste, against your better judgement. "I'm wearing them."

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he tried to stave off the thought of you half-naked, clad only in that garment.

"I'm sorry," you spoke again, "That's a weird thing to say to your future stepbrother, yeah? Ahh, remind me not to speak after more than two glasses of wine, please. If it helps, I did buy them before I knew my dad was dating your mom."

That didn't help. Why had you bought them before then? Did you--did you maybe think he was attractive? Did you enjoy wearing his merch in such an intimate place? Did you own any more? Walk around your apartment in nothing but a Deku t-shirt and panties?

He shifted in his seat, looking over at you to reassure you that he really had no problem with it, but he was distracted by the way that you were sitting. Legs curled up beneath you, your elbow resting beside his on the console between you, your breasts pushing together, spilling just slightly out of your top.

"That--uhm, no. No, that's not weird, really." He tore his eyes from your breasts, focusing on the road and the road only, if he could help himself, until you got back.

"Eh, it's probably a little weird now," you half-shrugged. "Speaking of though, please tell me to shut the fuck up if this is too personal, but do you ever, like, hook up with fans? I mean, have you ever taken a girl home and then, like, boom, you find your name under her skirt?"

"Uh," he shook his head, "no, I don't really do too many hook-ups actually. Don't really have much time or even the energy for that. Besides, I've never really been much of a hit it and quit it type anyway. I'd rather have some kind of emotional connection to the person, ya know?"

"Yeah," you nodded, looking over at him in the driver's seat. "I'm the same way. I mean, I've made exceptions, but for the most part, I just think it's better to be with someone you connect with on a level other than just physical."

Which is why Izuku was looking better and better as the night went on. You bit down on the inside of your lip, stealing a look at his toned body. The way that the sleeves of his polo shirt stretched around his scarred biceps shouldn't be allowed. That body and that handsome face of his was a wicked combination for the world to throw at you in the form of a stepbrother.

Especially one who was also so kind? Thoughtful? Funny? You almost wished he was actually a jackass. It would have been easier for you to deny how attracted you were to him. It wasn't fair that this catch of a man was now off-limits. Granted, you'd never have actually met him if your parents weren’t getting married, but still. Unfair.

"Lemme help you with your things," you offered as you came around to the trunk where Izuku was slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Oh, that's all right," he smiled, picking up a backpack to sling over his other side. "Thank you, though,"

"Nonsense," you grabbed a strap of the backpack, pulling it off his shoulder, trying to ignore the feel of his biceps beneath your hand. "I mean I know I can't lift a building, but I can handle this."

He chuckled as he picked up his last bag out of the trunk before closing it, "I appreciate it."

You helped him carry his bags up into the very generously-sized beach house. There were two floors, the master on the ground floor, and the rest of the guest rooms upstairs. He followed you up and pointed you to his room, just down the hall from yours.

"Thanks for your help," he smiled as he took the backpack from you. "And thanks for riding back with me, I really enjoyed your company."

"Anytime," you smiled up at him, "Sorry again if I made anything weird. I had fun tonight though. Not gonna lie, I really was a little nervous to meet you."

"Why's that?"

“You have to ask?” You upturned your palms, gesturing to his form, “You’re literally an international super hero.”

“You interview heroes all the time, don’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head like he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

“Yes, but—ah, no. I need sleep,” you waved a hand to signify your exit as your started toward the door. “G’night.”

“But what?” He captured your fingertips as he insisted on an explanation, “C’mon, you can’t leave me hanging like that.”

“But you’re also,” you cringed at yourself before the words left your lips, “objectively hot? Ah, see, more weird shit. I’ll, uh, see you in the morning, maybe. If I haven’t embarrassed myself back to the continental US by then.”

“Stop,” he chuckled, tugging on your fingers gently to pull you closer to him. “You’re fine, I promise. Would it help if I embarrassed myself a little too?”

You rocked on your heels, mouth twitched into a thoughtful pout, “Mm, I mean I s’pose it couldn’t hurt.”

“Alright,” he took a quick, deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “I also think you’re hot.”

“Objectively,” you corrected, but he just stared at you, emerald eyes unwavering. “Objectively,” you tried again. “Right?”

“No. Just hot. I mean,” he shrugged, selfishly taking in every dip and every curve of your body as his eyes raked over them until they came to study your face. “I’d prefer to use the term beautiful, but I don’t know which word would embarrass you further and I’m trying to avoid that.”

“Dek—Izuku,” you closed your eyes, shaking your head in confusion.

Maybe you had misheard him. Maybe you had more to drink than you thought? No, you had a buzz, but if you were properly drunk, standing this still with your eyes closed would have been a much bigger challenge.

“Oh, no, I know. It's kinda weird, right?” He picked up your train of thought. “I mean, if we weren’t, if our parents weren’t getting married this weekend, I’d—I mean, I’d, uh,” he stammered, scratching the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. “See? I can’t even say it."

"I'm gonna need you to," you bobbed your head, desperate for him to confirm that he'd been having the same forbidden thoughts that you'd had. "Just, so we're, uhm, on the same page. Please?"

He paused, scrunching his features together as he weighed the consequences of admitting his devious thoughts.

"I'd be trying to hook up with you, er, well. I'd be asking you out, more like it. And then hoping you'd hook up with me," he averted his eyes, looking like a lost puppy all of a sudden. "If I were to be perfectly honest."

The glimmer in his bright eyes tugged at something in your chest as you watched him search for an easy answer to the predicament you'd both fallen into.

"So, same page then," you sighed, an unsure smile plain on your face as he picked his eyes up off the floor, connecting them with your own upon hearing your subtle confession that you were in the same place.

The glint within his green orbs now sent butterflies rushing much lower than your chest. They flooded your belly as the air in the room seemed to thin, bidding you to draw in more air to stave off the light-headed sensation crawling up your spine as the two of you stepped closer to one another.

A knock at the open door made you both jump, instinctively putting distance between yourselves as you looked to find Inko in the entryway.

"Hey, we're going to try and get to bed early tonight. Just wanted to make sure you got back okay and to say goodnight." She smiled as your dad came up behind her in the hall, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"We got a big day tomorrow, so try to get some rest yourselves, okay?"

"Will do," you agreed with a smile, "Good night, you guys."

"Yeah, goodnight," Izuku nodded along as they both retreated, bidding you a good night's sleep.

"This, uh," you clapped a hand over your eyes once you heard their door close downstairs, "Fuck, this sucks," you squeezed, tightening the pressure around your temples, "Oh my God, I was talking to you about my underwear? I, uh, I'm gonna go to bed. Pretend that none of this happened and then maybe tomorrow, maybe. Hopefully. I won't wanna fuck you."

"I gotta be honest with you, I don't think that's gonna work the way you're hoping it will," he couldn't help but laugh, "It's okay, though. We just," he shrugged, "won't bring it up again."

You nodded, staring down at the plush carpet beneath your feet, looking back up when you felt his eyes burning into you.

"And I'll try my best not to picture you in those panties," he chuckled again, shaking his head as he raked his eyes over your lower half.

You felt your face heat up, scorching under the way he was eyeing you, feeling guilty for wishing that he would never stop looking at you in the exact way.

"So much for not bringing it up," you chortled.

"I'm sorry," he put his hands up in front of him, wearing a guilty grin. "I promise, not another word out of me."

He mimed a locking gesture over his lips, taking another step back from you as you grinned back at him, shaking your head.

"Good night, Izuku."

"Good night, Y/n." He called after you as you strode down the hall, into your own bedroom with one last glance over your shoulder as you pushed the door closed.

///

"Your dad and I are gonna go and pick up your grandparents from the airport and take them to their hotel. I was thinking you and Izuku could meet us there and maybe we could all grab lunch together before we have to start getting ready for the rehearsal dinner tonight?"

You looked up at Inko from your spot in the hot tub with a smile, "Yeah, that sounds like fun. What time should we be there?"

"Your dad is insisting we get to the airport early, in case their flight arrives sooner than expected," she rolled her eyes with a 'but I love him' grin, "so it will probably be awhile before we get them checked in. I can text you when we get to their hotel. Should give you guys plenty of time to meet us at whatever restaurant we end up at."

"Okay," you nodded, "I'll keep my phone on me. Drive safe."

"See you later, honey," she waved, taking her departure.

You let your head fall back with a sigh, mind still reeling from the conversation you'd had with Izuku the night before.

It's fine. It'll be fine. You're just in a tropical paradise, home alone with your stepbrother-to-be, who you definitely don't have a mutual crush on.

Totally fine.

You could just avoid him until you had to leave for lunch, that was doable. Climbing out of the hot tub, you grabbed a towel and draped it around yourself, patting yourself dry before you padded into the house. Izuku was just coming down the stairs, wearing only a short pair of swimming trunks that hung just right on his v-line and came up above his knees, giving you a generous glimpse of his muscular thighs.

"Hey, done soaking so soon? I was just about to join you out there."

"Uh," your brain almost short-circuited as your gaze roved over his impressive abs. It was all you could do to keep you tongue from lolling out of your mouth. "I, uh--gotta get dressed," you nodded, deciding that was something you could roll with. "I'm still not exactly sure what I'm wearing tonight and now that we're all meeting up for lunch, I gotta find something to wear to that, so you go ahead. Jacuzzi's all yours."

"You need two hours to pick out an outfit?" He furrowed a jesting brow, the most innocent looking smirk you've ever seen playing on his lips as he strolled toward you.

"Sometimes," you shrugged, trying to peel your eyes off of him, but finding yourself unable to do so as he grew nearer.

"You're not trying to avoid me, are you?"

He was standing right in front of you, towering over your frame, which felt insignificant in comparison to him. You crooked your head back, angling it to look up at him through your lashes as you instructed yourself on how to keep breathing normally. He looked even better this close up, so close that you could simply extend your fingers and graze his thigh, if you so chose to.

"No," you feigned a sarcastic veil of innocence, rolling your eyes playfully. "Why would I do that, onii-chan?"

You held your breath, stunning yourself into silence at the way you let the last word linger on your tongue, a quiet whisper for his ears only. It was half a reminder, half a challenge. A reassurance of exactly what you wanted him to do to you, but a allusion to precisely why he shouldn't dare.

But Izuku Midoriya wasn't one to walk away from something that he wanted. And, oh, if only you knew how badly he wanted you right now.

He narrowed his gaze, his eyes growing darker, but softening at the same time. A potent concoction that had your belly doing backflips as he leaned down.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I just--," the gentle lull of his whisper pulled you in closer as his words trailed off and, like magnets destined to collide, you both gave in.

A sudden meeting of two eager mouths, clashing in a battle for dominance as his large hands gripped your hips, pulling them flush against him. You could feel the tip of his growing erection press into your skin as you mewled against his lips, locking your hands behind his neck, wordlessly begging him to kiss you deeper.

He obliged, bending at the knee to catch the back of your thighs as your towel fell from around your body. With impeccable ease, he supported your weight within his massive palms, lifting you up and around his waist, so you could fully encircle your arms around his neck as you brought yourselves as close as you physically could to one another.

"We--," you groaned quietly as he pinned your back to the wall and ground against your core with his stiffened cock, straining against his thin trunks, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"But you want to, don't you?" He pulled back just enough to look at your face, breathless and beautiful as he anxiously searched for an answer.

"Yes," you combed your fingers into the soft tufts of his green hair, watching your digits fiddle with his curls to avoid his eyes. "But by this time tomorrow, we'll technically be related."

He moved a hand out from under you, keeping you flush and secure against the wall as he cupped your face in his hand, guiding your eyes back to his, "But we're not yet."

It was a dubious loophole, at best. One you were all too ready to slip through as your lips fell on his again. He grinned into the kiss, situating his hand beneath you once more before migrating both to your ass to squeeze as groaned against your lips.

"You wanna go upstairs, baby? Or do you want me to take you on the couch?" He snaked a hand up your side, his deft fingers already tugging at the tie of your bikini top as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Neither. Here," you nodded frantically, pressing your hands to his chest with a sense of urgency. "Take me right here, please."

His eyes blew wide, a carnal grunt leaving his chest as he tore your top away, exposing your breasts and then descending upon them as leaned you back, letting the top of your spine rest against the wall while his arms hooked under your knees. He took one breast in his mouth, his hot tongue laving against your nipple, while his hand clawed from beneath your ass at your bikini bottoms, pulling them aside to reveal access to your core.

"Fuck, Izuku," you whined as your exposed pussy rocked against his still clothed member, leaving a telltale spot of your slick behind on the fabric.

"Say it again," he mumbled between the valley of your breasts, moving his attention to your other nipple before he folded you tighter against the wall to tug at his own bottoms, coaxing them down far enough to drop down his legs as he stepped out of them.

"'Zuku," you mewled again, interlocking your fingers behind his neck as his mouth returned to explore yours.

"Mm-mm," he smirked, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Not that name. The other one. It sounded so good when you said it, doll."

You whimpered, closing your eyes as the head of his cock breached your folds and stilled.

A deep shade of crimson flushed your cheeks as you needily whispered, "Onii-chan, please."

The groan that rang in your ears was feral as he sank his cock inside of you, slowly, but all at once. He held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size while he savored the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," he sighed, slowly beginning to move, falling in love with the way that your breasts bounced each time he thrust himself back inside of you.

Fuck the controversy, this was worth it. The feeling of your walls sucking his cock in, practically begging for him to kiss your cervix, which he did, expertly. Over and over as he picked up the pace, spurred on by the cries and the curses that you babbled while your eyes rolled back.

You clamped down around him, jolting in his hold as the coil in your belly snapped. He held you fast, praising you while you fell apart in his grasp.

"You look so fucking beautiful, baby. Such a good girl," he panted, relentlessly chasing his own release as he pulled you away from the wall, guiding your hips as he bounced you on his cock, which was fit to burst at any moment. "Gonna make me cum inside this tight little pussy, is that what you want? Want your onii-chan to stuff you full of cum?"

All you could manage was a pathetic nod and a soft whimper as you clung to his shoulders, the rest of your body feeling more akin to a ragdoll as he impaled you with such ease. It wasn’t long before his hot seed exploded inside you, coating your velvet walls in such excess that some of it dribbled back out, dripping between the two of you as he rode out his high.

"Holy shit," he carried you to the couch, sitting down as he chased his breath, his semi-hard cock still stuffed deep inside you.

You closed your eyes, falling against his chest with a satisfied groan as you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. The pair of you sat there in silence, coming down from the post-coital euphoria until you addressed the elephant in the room.

"Are we gonna regret this?"

He hesitated, very briefly, before resting his hand atop your head, stroking your hair soothingly as he tightened the arm that he had draped around your waist.

His lips met the crown of your head, leaving a tender kiss behind as he whispered, "No. I know that I won't."

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godlygreta · 2 years

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on top of meeting everyone & spending this past week with some of my best friends, i hit 1.3k! i’m so emotional (especially since everyone’s flown back home) and i seriously cannot believe it ?? it feels totally unreal and so strange still. it's been sitting in that everyone's officially home now, dropping hannah off at the airport first yesterday. i'm truly shocked i didn't bawl my fucking eyes out. and then my love, viv, left as well. and then my lovely dearest wife, alba. not to mention, i got to meet lexi, billie, and katie. and we all had dinner and got to enjoy our time together before we all inevitably had to part ways. we had so much fucking fun especially at dave and busters. it didn't settle in that everyone's really home until i got home myself and cried. i miss everyone so dearly and immensely that it hurts. this week has been the best i've had in a while.

so, as a huge thank you to everyone for reading my fics and believing in me, i've decided to tease some of the sam shit i'm working on for you. i know y'all have been waiting for some demon!sam content. i've been tirelessly working on it and making sure it's perfect for all of you. alas, here's different scenes from a couple sam fics i'm working on right now, demon!sam being one of them.

i don't want to tease too much of demon!sam, the first chapter is coming on friday, april 1, 2022, so keep a watch out for that !! this can also serve as a reminder to fill out the sinister taglist if you aren't already on it: here.

warnings: usage of drugs, mentions of alcohol, swearing, and slight smut.

barbarians | guitar solo series fic.

“Be careful, little boy. I won’t let you smoke any of this weed.” The boys all watched as you rolled your joint, some soft music playing from someone’s phone. Although, it was slightly hard to hear over the lounge party coming from down the hall. You could hear them yelling as they probably played beer bong and made potential pledges chug their body weight in beer.

You could feel eyes on you as you brought the paper up to your lips, licking the edge of it. You twisted the end quickly, silently thanking yourself for coming prepared so you didn’t have to fuck around much with the filter. You brought it up to your lips, grabbing your vibrant blue lighter out of your bag. You puffed on it a few times, allowing the fire to burn through the twisted end pretty quickly. You took a few hits, passing it along to Josh. He had become your smoking buddy after your first party on campus.

He found you on the roof of the building, of which you vowed to never tell anyone just how you ended up there. He laughed at you, passing you the joint he had just sparked up. The two of you talked a bit, mostly about college and the never ending anxiety surrounding the future and not knowing where you want to go, what you want to do. Josh had pumped your mind chock full of his spirituality – letting the world take you wherever it wanted to.

***

You found the door belonging to Sam, turning the knob. Upon the door swinging open, you saw Sam hunched over the desk. He inhaled deeply and quickly through his nose, snapping his head upwards. He wiped at his nostrils, sniffing some more. The girl sat next to him just stared at you watching Sam. "Who are you looking at? Oh, hey, what's up? Want a line?"

"You're fucking unbelievable." You slammed the door behind you as you stormed into the hallway. You heard Sam open the door, jogging after you.

"Wait!" He yelled after you, everyone's eyes had found you. The music seemed to stop, but it also could have been the sheer fury coursing through your veins. He spoke, reaching his hand out and grabbing your wrist. "C'mon, don't be like that. What's the problem?"

"No, Sam. Don't fucking talk to me." You walked down the sidewalk, ears burning and eyes filling with tears. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

Sam stood at the end of the driveway, running his hands through his hair. He cursed to himself lightly, before heading back inside by Charlotte, the girl who sat beside him in his room. He kicked her out, shutting the door and locking it behind her.

sinister - chapter one | demon!sam

You quickly wrapped the towel around you as soon as you stepped out of the shower. You walked into the kitchen, towel wrapped around you, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. You watched Danny as he read over the paper, giggling at him. “And what’s so funny?”

“You look like such a Dad reading the newspaper.” You poured the last little bit of the coffee into your mug, heading back into the bathroom. You put it on the counter while you dried off, squeezing as much of the water out of your hair as you could. You dreaded putting on a bra in the mornings, but you did so anyway, throwing on a striped t-shirt over it.

***

“Why don’t you have any water in your fridge? Do you not know what that is?”

“Fuck off, Danny.” You chuckled, cracking open one of the Monsters from your fridge. He let you eat your lunch in peace, aside from his occasional outburst of laughter, scrolling mindlessly through Facebook.

Lunch passed too quickly, hearing the bells signal once again. Students flooded the hallways, watching them rush to get to their lockers before going to class. You waited out until most of them had filtered out, opening your door again and offering him a quick goodbye with a hug and an ‘I’ll see you at home’.

One of the other girls that frequented your office, Amelia, walked past you as you watched Danny leave, wiggling her eyebrows. “Enough of that, Amelia.”

“Just admit you like him already.”

cinderella | a mac miller songfic

He writhes in his sleep, light moans falling from his lips. His body becomes ablaze, desire riding across his skin like a wildfire. Written behind his eyes are scenes of you, naked and waiting for him. His eyes rake over your figure, eating up the way you circle your own clit with your middle finger, using your other hand to motion Sam to come towards you. "Come touch me, Sammy, I'm so wet for you, please."

He hums, hands running along the soft skin of your thighs. "You are fucking soaking, baby, fuck. All of this is just for me?"

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"Oh my God, Sam, this view," you gush, pushing open the doors to the balcony of the hotel room. You looked out at the horizon, watching the waves as they wash up on the shore. He came up behind you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His hands are steady on your hips. "You never told me why we came."

"You needed a getaway and I wanted some alone time with you, sweet girl." He spun you around his arms, hands finding your cheeks easily. His eyes search your face, smiling at you before bringing his lips to your own. They easily slide against one another, giving a show of affection for anyone's eyes to see.

simple season | a fake dating(ish) au

"I don't really see your reasoning for dragging me out here." He spoke, jaw clenching as his hand went towards your hip, the other hand grasping for your own. You keep your cheek next to his, attempting to find some semblance of an answer before giving one.

"They forced us to walk together down the aisle because you and I cannot get along. If we pretend like we've settled our differences, maybe they'll stop trying to fucking get us together."

***

You chewed at your bottom lip, nerves wracking within you from the deepest pit of your stomach. You tried to keep your attention on the task ahead of you, meet Sam in the middle, allow him to walk you down the aisle, and separate ways to stand along with the other bridesmaids for at least a solid hour.

The doors opened, allowing you to see Sam in his suit. Your breath caught in your throat, making your nerves wash away and become butterflies instead. You felt childish in the way you were feeling. You felt a slight kick to the back of your leg from Melanie, forcing you to step forwards and out towards Sam.

You put your hand in the pocket of his elbow, exhaling through your nostrils. "You look rather beautiful, don't you?"

"You don't have to pretend to be nice to me for the sake of everyone else," you whispered back, offering smiles to everyone you walked passed.

"I'm not pretending, Y/N, not today."

#teasers #demon!sam teaser #barbarians teaser #re: demon!sam #re: barbarians #re: cinderella #re: simple season

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freddie-weaselbee · 3 years

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Grade A Business//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief semi-nudity, slight language, two suggestive comments, y/n drools on fred but like in a cute way

Summary: As one businessman makes a trip across the ocean to talk to new investors, he meets his new partner, someone a lot more familiar than he was expecting.

Prompts: Only One Bed with dialogue prompts “if we get caught, I’m blaming you” and “I don't want to be alone”

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Day 2 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge

Fred had never gotten used to traveling on Muggle airplanes. He never had a need to before, not with everything being a train ride, floo network, or apparition away. But as he and George progressed into adulthood, and the businessman life no less, they found themselves constantly on the move and needing a fast and easy way to travel without drawing suspicion. Except for the one time that Fred’s magical briefcase set off every airport security system imaginable, but he’d learned from that mistake.

He was relieved to be exiting the JFK airport in New York City, clutching his luggage and thanking Merlin that his feet could now touch solid ground. Being in one of those huge steel contraptions was nothing like flying in a broom. He had no control over anything and it drove him absolutely insane. Luckily, he was safe now, and one step closer to being done with this awful business trip.

At the beginning of their business endeavors, Fred and George would travel together, trying to pick up business at other locations for Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. But as the shop grew and the locations became more and more foreign (so far having shops in Paris, Cairo, and Madrid) the brothers realized that the operations would have to be solo missions to allow for the other to run the shop for longer periods of time. Usually Fred didn’t mind taking the trips by himself. In fact, he rather enjoyed the alone time and flexibility in schedule. But this meeting was supposed to be a big one, and he was feeling quite nervous about having to tackle it himself.

Big investors located in the states were meeting with him to discuss opening a joint operation in New York City, combining his shop with another renowned wizard business that they deemed would be most profitable. Fred groaned internally just thinking about it. He didn’t want to have to share this new shop with anyone, no matter what the new investors thought. What if the other co-owner was a horrible person? Or worse, what if they had no sense of humor? They’d ruin the Weasley reputation and make it some boring book store. Or puzzle shop? Honestly Fred didn’t know much about the other business, just that he already didn’t like it.

Hailing a cab, a trick his sister-in-law Hermione had shown him years ago, Fred lugged all of his prototypes--skillfully hidden from Muggle eyes and detection systems by layers of spells--into the trunk before hopping in, giving the address of the hotel the investors had booked for him. He was about to shut the door when a panting scream startled him enough to make him stop.

“Wait! Hold the cab!”

Doing as he was told, Fred kept the door open and allowed the stranger to climb in, suitcase and all.

“Thanks,” you said, Fred noting your distinct British accent and strikingly familiar features. “I really need to get to my hotel, I appreciate it--”

“Y/N?”

Shocked, you finally looked at your ride partner’s face for the first time. Soft brown eyes. Freckled face. Bright ginger hair.

“Fred?! Fred Weasley?” You knew for a fact you weren’t mistaken, this was definitely the Fred you remembered. Or maybe it could have been George? It had been so long since you had seen either of them. Since Hogwarts, in fact.

Luckily, Fred nodded, confirming your belief that this was the older Weasley twin and saving yourself from heaps of embarrassment. “Y/N L/N, what are you doing here?”

Fred and you both wore matching grins, stretching from ear to ear. What an insane coincidence. What were the chances that you two would be in the same cab, in the same city, in the same foreign country?

“I’m actually here for business,” you said. “After Hogwarts I opened my own shop--”

“Excuse me,” the cab driver interrupted, wasting no time with politeness nor formalities. “But I have cars lined up behind me and I don’t know where you wanna go little lady. So let’s get on with it, if you will.”

“Oh, yeah of course. It’s, umm, oh shit which hotel was it? It’s on 53rd and 10th, I know that…” You trailed off, trying to remember what your hotel was called. You dug around in your purse, hoping to find a piece of paper with the name on it. “I think it was called--”

“Lotus Hotel.”

It was Fred who had interrupted you, once again, and once again you were just as bewildered as before.

“That’s right,” you said after a few seconds of confused silence. “Yes, yes the Lotus Hotel please,” you told the driver with confidence. Turning back to Fred you tried in earnest to understand what was happening.

“So same location?” the driver asked, to which Fred confirmed before you were speeding off down the crowded streets of the city.

“Oh, I get it,” you said in understanding. “Same hotel as me?”

“That is correct, love. What are the odds?” He wiggled his eyebrows in a half suggestive half just plain goofy manner, awkwardly shuffling so that his long legs had room amongst your many bags.

“That is quite a coincidence,” you agreed. “Funny thing is, I didn’t even choose the location. I have a business meeting in the morning with possible investors and they set everything up for the stay.”

Fred’s mouth practically dropped open at what you had said. “You’re kidding. These investors don’t happen to be Robbie Goldstein and Rachel McMillan, do they?”

“Ok, you need to stop doing that,” you said, officially freaked. “That’s the third time you’ve predicted something and it’s starting to creep me out. You never were very good at legilimency.”

He hushed you quickly, hoping the cab driver hadn’t caught onto the magical term you just used. Thankfully, he was too focused on the roads to notice.

“Ok, Y/N, one last question.”

“And then you’ll explain how you know all this?”

Fred ignored your question and continued with his own. “You said you opened a business. Are you perhaps meeting with another business owner to discuss a collaboration on a new store opening in the city?”

“Yes!” you said, eager to know how Fred could have known that. Was this another one of his pranks? Did he have hidden cameras in the cab somewhere? “How do you know all this?”

He only laughed, a joyous and very relieved grin overtaking his face. Sticking out his right hand, he grabbed yours and shook it eagerly. “Well, Miss L/N, it’s a pleasure to be reacquainted. I’m Frederick Weasley, your new potential partner.”

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“You know, you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Oh thank Godric, I was worried you’d think I was grown up and mature now.”

You laughed heartily as you dragged your bags out of the cab, thanking the driver before he grunted annoyedly and drove off. Your drive from the airport had gone faster than expected, mostly due to the fact that you and Fred had so much to catch up on.

After he and George had left Hogwarts in their grand exit, they’d created the shop they’d always dreamed of, parking it right in the middle of Diagon Alley. You, on the other hand, went about creating your success in a much more conventional way. After finishing your last year of school, you started working full time at Zonko’s at Hogsmeade, trying to save up enough money to start your own business.

Many long hours and tiring days later, you opened up your little place, a toy store and puzzle shop. It was a similar setup to what the Weasleys did, but as you described it, “my toys don’t blow up in the user's face.”

You were now very excited for tomorrow’s meeting, the one you had been dreading beforehand. Your business was much smaller than Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and this would be your first international location. You were afraid that the owner you would be forced to work with would be some stuck up rich big whig who wouldn’t allow you to keep any of your small business charm in the new location. But learning that you would be working with Fred, well that was a relief for many reasons.

Fred rang the hotel desk bell, chatting happily about ideas for the shared shop and new products that fit with what both of you wanted to do.

“Hello there,” said the hotel receptionist, coming around the corner. “What can I do for you today?”

“Two night stay for Frederick Weasley,” said Fred. “Should’ve been booked by Robbie Goldstein.”

The young man typed quickly into his computer before offering Fred a hotel key card. “Here you are Mr. Weasley, room 504. We serve complimentary breakfast from 6 to 9 every morning down in our west hall. If you need anything don’t be afraid to call down and we’ll assist you in any way we can.”

Fred nodded at the man. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He turned to leave before you grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled him back.

“Wait for me,” you said. “I’m not finished talking to you yet.”

Fred smiled and waited behind you as you took your turn at the desk.

“Y/N L/N, also booked by Robbie Goldstein.”

He clicked away again but paused for a few seconds, seemingly confused. “You said Y/N L/N?”

Starting to get nervous, you nodded. “Yes, that’s me. Is the reservation not there?” You didn’t want to think about having to find somewhere else to stay, especially because it was getting so late.

“Oh no,” the man replied. “It’s here all right.” Ignoring the confused looks you and Fred were giving each other, the receptionist handed you a hotel key card and gestured to the elevator. “Thank you for choosing to stay with us. You’ll be staying for two nights in room 504. Don’t forget to enjoy our complimentary breakfast from 6--”

“I’m sorry,” Fred interrupted. “But that’s my room. You did say 504, right?”

“Yes sir,” he replied, not bothering to try to understand the predicament. “Mr. Goldstein booked one room for the both of you.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at Fred, silently asking him to help you figure this out. But instead, Fred just broke out laughing, having to brace himself on the front desk.

“I guess that’s what you expect when you let two investors who specialize in pranking shops make the room accommodations.”

“This isn’t funny Fred,” you said, although you had to give Robbie and Rachel credit for this joke. Turning to the receptionist, you sighed and ran your hands through your hair. “There’s at least two separate beds, right?”

He glanced down at his computer screen before looking back up at you with a guilty smile. “Well, about that…”

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“Alright, I’ll take the couch, I’m sure it’s a pullout, it has to be.”

Fred stood in the doorway watching you mumble mostly to yourself. As tired as he was and as much as he wanted to just lie down and sleep, somehow watching you freak out about the sleeping arrangements was a much better use of his time.

He watched as you threw the pillows and cushions off of the couch and felt around for a lever, something, anything that would allow you a place to rest. Your face lit up as you felt a small impression and yanked with all your might, only causing you to thump backwards onto your butt on the hotel room floor.

Kicking off his shoes, Fred jumped onto the bed, sighing as he let his body relax. “Come on in darling, there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”

He opened one eye slightly, just enough to see your reaction. You were trying again to make the couch open, although you both knew that it wasn’t a pullout. Nevertheless, you kept pulling at every spot you thought could make a difference.

It reminded Fred of the good old days, back at Hogwarts when you two were so close. You were always so stubborn, and he didn’t realize just how much he had missed having you in his life. He always wondered what happened to you after he and George left, but with the shop opening up and the war around the corner, he never had the thought to write you or track you down. He hoped this time after you two parted ways you would still remain in touch.

You groaned loudly, slapping the couch with one of the pillows you had thrown earlier. Nothing was going as planned and you couldn’t be more annoyed.

“Fine,” you huffed. “I’ll just sleep on the couch, no need for a pullout.” You stomped over to the bed and angrily pulled the blanket from off of him.

“Hey!” he shouted, trying to grab it back but you were too quick. “That’s not fair, it’s cold!”

“If you get the bed,” you said, wrapping yourself up, “then I get to stay warm. Now go to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He couldn’t help but giggle at the small bundle of you wrapped up in the hotel quilt, looking like an angry little burrito. Standing, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in the corner, followed next by his undershirt before he unbuckled his belt. He turned to face you slowly, feeling your eyes on him as they peeked out of your wrapping.

You quickly turned your gaze and glared at the floor. “What are you doing?” you said, hoping Fred didn’t see the blush rising to your cheeks. He did.

He continued to undress, leaving him only in a pair of red boxers that left little to the imagination. “Going to bed, as you said,” he replied nonchalantly. He grabbed a toothbrush from his suitcase and made his way to the bathroom, making sure to walk extra slowly and give you a longer show.

“This is so unprofessional!” you yelled after him.

“We’re not business partners until tomorrow, love,” Fred said with a mouthful of toothpaste. “As far as I see it we can do anything we want tonight.”

Rolling your eyes, you shed the large blanket and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from your bag, hoping you’d be able to change before Fred finished in the bathroom. As he emerged, he saw the tail end of you throwing the shirt on, flashing your thighs and part of your panties for half a second. He averted his eyes out of respect, but that didn’t stop his imagination from running away with what he just saw.

You shuffled past him, taking your turn in the bathroom. How in the world had this happened? How had a nice catch-up with a friend turned into an awkward back and forth the night before the most important business meeting of your life?

All you wanted to do was fall asleep, go through with whatever tomorrow brought you, and pretend like this never happened. But as you came out of the bathroom, you saw that Fred had taken the blanket back, leaving you with nothing except your t-shirt and an uncomfortable couch.

“Fred, let me have it,” you said, trying to yank it from his grip.

“No,” he mumbled, voice muffled by one of the many pillows he was cuddled with.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley, give me the blanket now or so help me…”

Instead of responding, he just reached out and patted you on the top of your head before rolling over and pretending to snore. He was infuriating.

You sulked back to the couch, accepting your defeat. You pulled out all of the clothes in your bag, hoping they could form as some sort of makeshift blanket. But after a few minutes of shivering and curling into the smallest ball possible, you realized that you’d never manage to sleep like this. Fred was staring at you, partially amused and partially concerned. You looked away.

“You can always share with me, you know,” he said, patting the bed next to him.

You scoffed and turned away. “Like I said, Fred, we’re soon-to-be business partners. Imagine how that would look! I’m fine right here, thank you.”

After a few seconds of silence you snuck another look at him. He hadn’t moved an inch, and was instead looking more concerned than before. “You’re going to freeze to death over there.”

“Well maybe that’s because someone stole my blanket.”

“The blanket comes with the bed, and the bed comes with me. Take it or leave it.”

It took everything in you not to scream. You wanted that warm, soft, comfortable bed more than anything at the moment. You needed it. Oh but it would send such a bad message if anyone ever found out…

“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” you relented, trudging over to the bed and crawling underneath the covers, ripping the blanket from a very amused Fred.

“Who’s gonna catch us, Robbie and Rachel? They’re the ones that set this up! Trust me, nothing’s going to happen.”

“It better not,” you said. “And make sure you stay on your side of the bed, I mean it! No touching.”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” Fred said, rolling slightly closer to you. “You act as if we’ve never done this before. We’ve slept with each other dozens of times.”

Your face went red at his words, wishing he would have phrased it a different way.

“You know what I mean,” he said quickly, hearing how his words came across. “But the amount of times we’ve cuddled up in the Gryffindor common room or up stargazing in the astronomy tower. It’s just me, there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“We were also 17 and a lot closer back then,” you retorted, remembering the fond memories you had from your high school days.

Fred huffed and returned to his side. “I’m not saying we weren’t. I just wish you weren’t acting so different now. It’s like we’re barely friends anymore…” His voice drifted off, wishing that he could go back and change the past. It had been 8 years since he last saw you. 8 whole years. Maybe things would’ve been different if he had tried to stay in touch. You’d never even visited his shop in those 8 years, never seen everything he was so proud of. He was stupid to think that one reunion was going to bring back a friendship that was practically already dead. He was even more stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, fate was giving him one last chance to shoot his shot, close to a decade later. What a right idiot he was.

On the other side of the bed, less than a meter away, similar thoughts raced through your mind. 8 years. Why hadn’t you, in 8 years, made one trip to visit their shop. Sure, there was a war going on and you were busy starting your own shop, but things had been fairly calm the last few years. Why had you never reached out? Almost subconsciously, you reached out physically for Fred. Your hand brushed up against his back before you tensed and drew back. You both stilled for a few moments, before Fred rolled over, facing you.

The two of you just stared at each other, both playing mental images of what your lives could have looked like the last 8 years if just one of you had done something.

“You’re not seeing anyone, are you?” Fred asked, breaking the silence. You shook your head. He moved closer.

“Are you?” you asked. He shook his head. You moved closer.

Your faces were now about a foot apart. You moved your hand to rest it between your face and the pillow. Fred copied your actions. You laughed softly, the movement causing a strand of hair to fall into your face.

Fred reached his hand out to move it before hesitating. “Can I?” His voice was so soft, so full of care. His hand hesitated in the air for a second before you nodded. He brushed the strands behind your ear, fingertips so gentle that you got chills up and down your spine. He let his hand linger before it moved to cup your face. “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch. “I’ve missed you too, Freddie.”

His hand left your face and moved down to your waist, eyes not leaving yours in case you ever grew uncomfortable. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him just like you used to do all those years ago. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and hummed contently, before both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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“Freddie, Y/N! How are ya!”

Robbie Goldstein, a plump man with fading hair ran up to greet you and Fred in the lobby of his and his partner’s office, shaking both of your hands fervently.

“Hey Robbie,” said Fred, slapping the man on the back. “I’m glad to be here.”

“Same with me,” you said, glad you could finally meet the man with whom you’d been discussing business through letters in person.

Robbie looked between the two of you, sly grin on his face. “Ah, so I see you’ve already met them. Wouldn’t happen to be because of a little mishap at the hotel last night, would it?”

You groaned internally, hating that someone else knew about the previous night, but Fred only laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“A great prank, I must admit, but Y/N and I actually go way back. I’ve known her since I was 11 years old, so nice try. I couldn’t imagine how that would’ve gone if we were complete strangers.”

Robbie’s face fell a little before he shrugged and nodded his head in defeat. “Well, what are the odds of that?”

“Astronomical,” you said, giving Fred a subtle tap with your foot.

Robbie gestured for the two of you to follow him into the conference room where discussions about the new business would commence. “Well, I’m glad that you two seem to get along then, this is going to make things a lot easier. Oh, and don’t worry about arrangements tonight, I’ve decided not to let my joke stretch on and I booked another room for one of you for your last night in town.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Fred, and stepped into the conference room. “Thanks Robbie, that makes things a lot easier.”

“Yeah,” said Fred hesitantly, “thanks for that.”

He shut the door behind you and straightened up. There was no place for personal feelings in this business negotiation. He needed to do what was best for his company and yours, no distractions. No thoughts of crushed hope that suddenly plagued his mind.

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Fred hated the bed he was sleeping on. Granted, it was the same bed as the night before, but this time it felt different. It felt like it was mocking him. You had been the one to offer to change rooms and it seemed like you couldn’t wait to get out of there and to your own bedroom, free of any Weasleys. It made Fred sick to think about.

He had just gotten used to the idea of something happening between the two of you. Last night, it all seemed perfect. You had cuddled the same way you had before, talked like nothing had changed. Hell, he even woke up with you lying sprawled out on top of him, a little trickle of drool falling onto his chest. He didn’t mind.

But now, everything that happened the night before seemed like a dream.

Fred knew he’d at least get to see you sporadically from now on. Your business negotiations with Robbie and Rachel went great, and the two of you, three counting George, were going to be combining forces and opening a joke and toy shop in the city sometime within the next year. It went exactly how Fred had wanted it to go, and yet so horribly wrong at the same time.

He didn’t want to only interact with you as a business partner and casual friend. He wanted so much more than you were willing to give him, and having to see you and write you and work with you was going to be torture for him. He buried his face in the pillows, gripping the large blanket to his chest, wishing it was you instead. Stupid Robbie and his stupid pranks and stupid business and--

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Fred lifted his head to check the clock. It was 2 in the morning. Who in the world would be knocking this late at night? Fred slowly got out of bed, too tired to bother putting anything more decent on. He looked through the peephole of the door but his eyes were too blurry to make anything out. Groaning, he unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Standing in front of him, clothed in the oversized t-shirt from last night and a pair of booty shorts, was you, looking nervous and embarrassed. Fred hadn’t noticed the previous day, but the shirt you had been wearing was one of his old Quidditch practice jerseys, all beat up and way too huge on you. He remembered the day he gave that to you, or rather when you stole it from him because you complained about it being too cold. Fred had to hold back a laugh at the irony.

“I, umm,” you started, not knowing what to say to him. How were you supposed to explain that you missed him so much that spending one night away from him was too much for you to bear? How last night had been the best sleep you had in years because of how content and at peace he made you feel. How could you convey all of your feelings to him at this very moment?

“I don’t want to be alone.”

Fred wasted no time in picking you up, laughing as you screamed and kicked your legs around. “Fred Weasley, you put me down!”

He did as he was told and threw you onto the bed before jumping, arms and legs spread out, and landing straight on top of you. “I’m so glad you're here,” he said, peppering your cheeks with kisses. He pushed himself up, scanning your face to make sure what he did was ok, but you grabbed his face in your cheeks and pulled him down into a long kiss. Fred smiled through the kiss, almost laughing at how everything was working out. Maybe fate did have something to do with it after all.

Fred pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “So,” he said, mischief glinting in his eyes, “how about we put this bed to good use?”

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Schoolyard: 3

“Six months! Thor I can’t just uproot my life for six months! Do you know how long it took me to get to this position!” You’re starting to get light headed, “I need to sit down.” You mutter and Thor guides you gently to the couch.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Vodka?”

“Water.” Your mind is spinning, “with ice please.” How can he expect you to just pause your life for six months?

“Here,” he passes you the glass of water and you take a couple of sips before looking back over at him.

“Why six months?”

“Because I’m royalty.” He sits down next to you and you resist the urge to lean against him. “I am so sorry. Had I known that it would be considered legit because Loki memorized all the correct words and we did everything correctly I would’ve never fake married you.” It’s all so ridiculous that you you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you.

“Oh god Thor I’m being terrible. I’m sorry. I don’t blame you for this, we were both just kids now were you to know?” You sigh heavily, “I guess the biggest concerns I have right now are my job, my apartment, and my friends.”

“All things I can understand, but unless you want to stay married this is the only option.” He tells you and you lean against him. You’ve always wanted to travel back to Europe as an adult to go see the sights and actually appreciate them in a different way.

“Let me see what I can work out with the hospital, I’ve got work in the morning.”

“It might not be the best idea to tell anyone that we’re married.”

“I trust Hope. She doesn’t particularly like other people so I don’t think she’ll say anything.”

“You know the people in your life and I trust you.”

“Thank you.” You watch the news together in silence, you both show up toward the end just outside your apartment and you change the channel to some baking show or another. It’s too weird to see yourself on the news,

“I should go.” Thor says softly but neither of you move. He’s warm and you’re comfortable and you both end up drifting off.

Thor’s phone rings and it startles you both awake.

“Shit, ‘m sorry.” He says digging his phone from his pocket. “I need to take this. I’ll let you get some real sleep. Can I call you later?”

“Yea,” you mumble following him to your door, once he leaves you lock it then get ready for bed. Morning is going to come quickly.

Thor texts you again in the morning, telling you he needs to be back in Asgard in three days and that if it works out he’d like it if you’d come home with him. You send him a thumbs up emoji then head to Hope’s office.

“Hey Hope, do you have a minute?”

“Sure.” She says not looking away from her computer.

“So, I’ve got to leave the country for six months for, personal reasons.” This gets her attention.

“Is this because of that Crown Prince you were spotted with?”

“Sort of. It’s a long and complicated story but one I need to leave to get sorted.” Hope looks at you expectantly and you sigh before launching into the whole story.

“Damn.”

“Yea I know. So now to get an annulment I have to go all the way to Asgard and since he’s royalty it’s gotta be for six months. So I’d like to stay on as staff just like on leave or something. I love working here and I know it puts you in a bit of a bind but it’d be a huge relief to have a job to come back to.” Hope leans back in her chair and studies you.

“You won’t be back.”

“What do you mean? Of course I’ll be back.”

“You don’t see how he looks at you. This might have been a mistake and you might have lost touch but that man is smitten.”

“Yea okay.” You laugh and she rolls her eyes at you.

“If you can come work a weekend once every other month I think I can keep you on staff. Check with your prince and let me know.”

“He’s not my prince but okay. Thanks Hope. Oh, and Hope, can you keep this a secret? The whole marriage thing.” She nods so you leave her office and text Thor who assures you that should be totally fine. Something you confirm with Hope. Now you have to tell Jane.

You text her that you need to meet her and she agrees for the following night. Thor asks if you want to join him for dinner again but you decline. You just need some time alone, so much of your life is going to be changing in the next couple of days and you just want some peace and normalcy for a night.

When Jane shows up the next night you’ve got brownies coming out of the oven. You needed some chocolate and brownies sounded good.

“Are you okay? You sounded stressed on the phone.”

“Yea, I just have a lot to tell you.” So you do, you tell her every single detail just like she’d requested. Jane sits in shocked silence when you’re finished.

“You’re a fucking Princess.” She whispers, “oh my god my best friend is a fucking Princess!”

“Oh my god Jane shut up! I am not!”

“Bitch you are married to a Prince. Therefore you are a Princess.”

“Well, I hope you’re still willing to be friends with someone who isn’t a Princess because we’re getting an annulment.”

“What? No! You’re so cute together!”

“Yea, and I have to go to Asgard for six months so you wanna sublet my plane?”

“Wait seriously?”

“Yea, I’ll be back for a weekend every other month but Thor said that it would take six months since he’s royalty.”

“Actually that’s perfect my research assistant is looking for a new place, I’ll see if she wants to move into my place for the next six months and I can move in here.”

“That works for me. I just would like someone I know here so when I have to come work a couple of shifts.”

“What are you going to tell Peter?”

“Nothing? We went on two dates and he was awful for both.”

“Oh, well he’s been asking about you.”

“He hasn’t texted or called so keep letting him ask. I’m not interested in a man child who thinks he’s better than everyone because he’s a pilot.” You tell her rolling your eyes. Jane laughs softly and raises her brownie in a cheers motion.

“Do you want me to tell him you’re out of the country?”

“He’s a grown man; if he wants to ask me out again he can ask.”

“Preach sister.” You spend the rest of the night talking, eating brownies and laughing. It’s exactly what you needed before you have to pack up enough clothing to help you get through the next two months.

You end up borrowing one of Jane’s massive Arctic trip suitcases because your little carryon will not do the trick. But you get everything packed, including your passport, an hour before Thor said he’d be by to pick you up.

He’s exactly on time, you sigh softly closing and locking your door.

“I am sorry, Elskede.” He says, “I’m sorry you have to uproot your life but our friends are excited to see you again. Especially Sif.”

“I always thought you’d end up with Sif, she was always so beautiful and badass.”

“She’s dating a very successful business man. Nice guy, he meshes well with our little group of friends. You’ll like him.”

“Oh, it will be nice to visit again. If I can I might travel a little bit, I’ve never seen Europe as an adult and since I won’t be working I feel like this is a good time.”

“If you’ll allow, I’d like to come with.”

“Yea, that’d be nice.” You tell him as you take Thor’s arm at the doorway again. You let him lead you through the doorway and to the car. There are more press this time than last time, they’re still yelling for Thor to look and but thankfully it seems that they still don’t know your name yet. Thor ushers you into the car then he climbs in after you, Volstagg climbs in the front seat and you’re off.

You don’t go to the airport, at least not the one that you expect to go to. You pull up to a much smaller airport and after you go through a security gate you see that you’re at a private airstrip.

“Are we flying private?”

“Yes Elskede.”

“What does that mean? I don’t know that word.”

“It’s kind of like, honey or sweetheart.” He explains and you nod. “How is your Norwegian?”

“Probably rusty but I’ll catch back on quickly. I’ve always been pretty good with languages.” He nods as Volstagg opens the door then climbs out and again waits to help you out of the car. You follow Thor up the stairs of the private jet and over to a set of seats.

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santigarcia · 3 years

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Human Touch Part One

a nathan bateman x f!reader fic~

word count: 3.3k

rating: T - nudity (non sexual), mentions of masturbation

summary: After a wrong turn on a hike, you find yourself on Nathan’s property and joining him for dinner.

a/n: ahhh this is part 1 of 10 of this series! i cannot wait to share it all with you!! remember these will be posted at 9 CST. check here for the schedule so you won’t miss one!! thank you to @punkpascal for encouraging this and listening to me yell nonstop! and thank you to @sergeantkane for your support and for making the moodboards for this series!!

You only agree to this because of the view. Not for any other reasons. No. No. Certainly not.

Your cousin owns a timeshare in Norway for her work. And she invites you to come up for a few weeks. You’re in desperate need to get out. She won’t even be there half the time, which is even better. You love your cousin but you’re ready for some quiet. Some space. The fresh air. And you’ve seen photographs, the mountains outside her door look beautiful.

Those are enough reasons for anyone to go.

But it’s when you find out who her ‘neighbor’ is that has you chomping at the bit to go.

The term neighbor is a loose term, the neighbor in question lives two hours in a different direction. It’s a secluded private area. But it still gives you some strange hope you might see him.

“I’ve only seen him once,” you remember your cousin telling you. She wasn’t that impressed, but you – you’re dying to see him.

Nathan Bateman, the multi-billionaire CEO, and creator of Bluebook. He’s a celebrity crush of yours. Half the reason you have a Bluebook phone in your pocket is because of him.

There’s something about him. You’ve followed his career quietly, but more than anything you think he’s handsome. Gorgeous even.

He’s a hot topic for gossip since he remains in seclusion, working on his mysterious projects. To be that close to him sends a thrill down your spine. And he’s all you can think about on the plane ride over.

Your cousin picks you up at the airport and you spend the next few days hanging out with her and relaxing. She leaves on the third day and you spend most of it reading that book you’ve been meaning to finish.

As you sit near the window, you can’t help but admire the mountains. The lush greens of the field at the foot of it, the rich white snow. The crisp air feels good to you, even if it gives you chills.

You decide that you want to go hiking. Your cousin mentioned there are several easy trails and you think you can figure them out.

You get to packing that night. You shove your backpack with things you think you’ll need. You don’t plan on being gone long, so just some essentials for the hike.

The next morning is a lovely one, that mountain air is crisp, and it fills your lungs. You feel rejuvenated. The trails are easy to follow and you walk for hours. You stop to rest every so often and keep hydrated and eat.

You have every intention of turning back when it begins to rain. Hard. Within minutes you’re soaked to the bone. It’s freezing and if you don’t get warm you worry you’ll get sick. You try not to panic, but the rain is coming down so hard you can’t see the trail.

Somehow you take a turn and find yourself going down a decline. Maybe you’re near the trails edge.

The rain continues to pour, but through it you see lights of what looks like a house. Shivering, you make the long walk to this place. It’s your port in the storm.

It’s not your cousin’s house, and you don’t remember seeing this one on the way in. You bang loudly on the front door, hoping someone will hear you over the rain. The house looks huge.

“Hello?” you bang on the door; you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You’re so cold. “Is anyone home?”

After a few moments, the door is opened. And you’re not sure who is more surprised. You or the one and only Nathan Bateman standing across from you.

“It’s you,” you gasp, shivering violently from the cold. “Nathan!”

He blinks, his eyebrow ticks up in bewilderment.

“How the hell did you even get out here? Are you okay? Yeah, come in. Shit, you’re freezing. Umm… yeah. That’s me.”

He opens the door wider so you can come inside. The warmth hits you like a wave, and it almost hurts. You haven’t stopped shaking. And now you’re trembling for any entirely different reason.

“I was hiking, and it started raining and I got lost and…” your teeth are chattering. And Nathan looks confused but concerned.

“This is a hell of a way to get introduced, but-“ he pauses for a beat. “We need to get you out of those clothes. You’re gonna get sick.”

You follow him in this maze of a house, and he takes you to a large open bathroom. He turns on the shower and you take a step towards it, but he stops you.

“This is for the steam, you need to get warm slower, you’ll go into shock.”

You’ve heard about this, and you know he’s right. One of the best ways to prevent hypothermia is warming the body through skin to skin contact and body heat.

“Look, shit, I know this isn’t ideal,” he snorts, “but you need to get naked. I won’t look.” He smiles softly and you feel sick. Maybe it’s the hypothermia.

You turn your back to him and begin to awkwardly peel off your clothes. You’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life. He’s turned the opposite direction and isn’t saying anything. You almost wish he would.

“Ok,” you tell him. You’ve turned back around with your arms covering your chest. He’s taken off his shirt, and he’s quick to wrap you up tight in his arms before you can think too much.

His bare chest is warm. His arms squeeze you tight and he rubs your back. His beard tickles your ear, and you feel all of him all at once. It’s making your head spin. Is this? Is this how you’re meeting him?

“I’m Nathan,” he chuckles softly, “but it seems you already knew that.”

You tell him your name, and he chuckles again. “Interesting meeting huh? Story to tell the grandkids.”

That gets a soft laugh from you, and you can feel him physically relax. The awkward tension has been cut.

“You’re feeling warmer now, less shivering.” He states this as if you don’t know, but it’s impossible not to shudder while naked in his arms. He seems to pick up on this, because of the look he gives you when your bodies pull apart. “You okay?” he looks at you, his eyebrow up again.

Tears well up in your eyes and you can see a look of slight panic cross his face.

“No,” he whispers, “No, hey sweetheart, it’s ok. No need to be embarrassed ok? Do you need me to call someone for you?”

“There’s no one to call,” you sniffle out. “I’m staying with my cousin at her place, but she’s out of town.”

“Do you- you wanna stay here tonight? Get warm? We can figure out shit tomorrow.”

“I’m not an inconvenience, am I?”

“Not even a little. You’re the first person I’ve seen in… months. And… it’s way too cold out there. You’re safer here. Just as long as you’re not a serial killer or somethin’… you can stay.” He gives you a little smile, and hands you a towel to wrap yourself in.

”Definitely not a serial killer. I killed a spider last week and I screamed.”

He chuckles while he dries off his chest and pulls his Henley back on.

“Is it just you in this house?” you ask trying to keep the subject off your nudity.

“Yeah, just me. It’s… yeah, it’s a little lonely. But it’s the ideal working environment. No distractions. No noise. But sometimes, it’s too quiet. Listen, hey we can talk later. You should get in the shower, get warmed up ok? Don’t turn the water up too hot alright? I’ll have my housekeeper set aside some dry clothes for you.”

He exits quietly closing the door behind you with a soft click. Once he’s gone, you drop the towel and step into the warm spray of the nicest shower you’ve ever seen.

You try to process what just happened, and you decide this must be a sign or a dream.

At one point there’s a soft knock on the door and you briefly see a woman set a stack of clothes on the counter. She exits as quickly as she arrived.

You wonder why he’d said he’d not seen another person in months when there she was.

After you dry off, you reach for the stack of dry clothes which you assume are his. There’s a soft pair of sweatpants and a warm Henley that looks like the one he was wearing. They smell fresh and clean, and you pull them on eager to not be naked in this house anymore.

You step out of the bathroom and no sooner do you step foot into the hall do you see his face.

“You don’t have any kind of electronic device on you, do you? Like your phone? Just until you leave, for security purposes. It’s just a precaution.”

“You scared me!” you laugh and touch your chest. “And I do, in my backpack. Which I don’t remember where-“

“It’s in the dining room, I’ll show you.”

Once again you follow Nathan through this maze. Your backpack is sitting on the table just as he said. The fabric is soaked, and you have little hope anything is dry on the inside. There’s a neatly folded towel next to the backpack and you spread it out to take out the contents of said pack.

Your phone is in there, and it looks dead. Soaked from the water.

“I can fix that,” he tells you and extends his hand for the phone. You hand it to him, and he pockets it.

After your phone is out, you dump the backpack onto the towel and all your stuff spills out. A clean shirt, a small first aid kit, a phone charger (just in case), and to your horror – a forgotten vibrator that had been stuffed in the bottom of your pack.

You look up at him with fear in your eyes, but he’s got that eyebrow up again.

“Carrying the essentials huh?”

“I-“

“I have so many questions about why you’re hiking with a vibrator, but you look way too embarrassed to answer them honestly. You can keep that for yourself.”

You quickly shove it and the rest of your things back into your soaked backpack.

“So, you’re just… in the middle of the wilderness, alone, with a phone and a vibrator. And no one to call. And you’re sure you’re not a serial killer?” he winks playfully.

“I swear I forgot that was in there!”

“Hey, sorry. I am the last person who’s gonna judge you for somethin’ like that. And you’re not the only person here with a vibrator,” he winks again.

“You sure you’re not a serial killer?” you flush.

“Would it make a difference if I said no?” he can’t help the grin on his face. “Kyoko, my housekeeper, is done with dinner. Would you like to eat with me?” He picks up the damp towel from the table.

“That would be nice, thank you. You’re a good host.”

“I’ll admit, I don’t get a lot of visitors. Or… any visitors, really. But against my better judgement, I’m not gonna let you freeze to death outside. And you seem… relatively harmless,” he smiles again fiddling with the towel in his hands.

The woman you saw earlier sets plates of food down on the table, and Nathan hands her the towel.

“This looks amazing, I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. You kinda looked like a wet cat when you got here. No offense,” he bites his lip and glances over at you.

“None taken,” you laugh.

“Do you drink?” he glances at you when he sees you reach for an empty glass.

“I’m not much of a drinker, but I like the occasional wine!”

He chuckles fondly, “We can definitely do wine. I have a Chateau Lafite 1787 and a Cheval Blanc 1947 that are begging to be opened. And… from the look on your face, you have no clue what that means. Kyoko, grab the Cheval.”

“I admit I don’t know! But I can tell you do. You seem to know a lot about a lot of things. Including saving someone from hypothermia,” you almost grimace at the memory.

”That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” he chuckles taking a generous sip of his freshly poured wine. “Damn… this is the good shit.”

You watch him drink and it’s beginning to hit you. This is really him; this is the Nathan that you have his social media accounts on notifications. This is the Nathan that you’ve watched random tech videos you have no interest in but wanted to hear his voice. And now you’re sitting across from him, at his table, watching him drink wine.

“You definitely seem to enjoy the finer things in life, don’t you? And yes, this is good, especially with the meal. I’m not used to this much luxury. I feel like I don’t belong here,” you bite your lip. He’s a genius. Famous and sexy as hell and you’re just-

“Well, you get used to a certain way of living when you’re… me,” he chuckles.

“This wine probably costs more than I make in a month,” you laugh taking another sip. “I don’t know what I’d do if I even had a million dollars.”

“Done.”

“Pardon?”

“I can wire your bank tomorrow.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack,” he shrugs. “Pocket change. Consider it a get well soon present. So, what’s home like for you?” He changes the subject so abruptly, but you go along with it, but it’s hard to keep up.

Suddenly you feel like spilling your whole life out to this man. That you’re stuck. You live at home because you can’t make ends meet and nothing seems to stick. You’re looking for something, but you don’t know what it is.

“I live in a small town. It’s cozy. Simple. But sometimes it feels too small. That’s why I wanted to get away. See something new. I realize how I’ve not experienced much in my life. I want excitement. I want- well I want to move away. That’s what I want.”

He takes another sip of his wine and you can’t help but stare at his delicious beard.

“I specialize in exciting, honey. You stumbled into the right place,” he grins, another soft chuckle escapes his lips.

“I think I did, though it sounds like you know something I don’t know.”

His brow raises as he smirks devilishly, “there’s a lot you don’t know, kitten. There’s a lot I can show you. I didn’t come out here just to be alone.”

Your stomach drops and you feel your face heat. He’s called you two pet names back-to-back. His eyes are fixed on you, watching every move on your face. He’s calculating, tucking everything away into his memory.

“K-kitten?” you find your words, but you sputter on your wine. “Did you just call me kitten?”

His smirk only seems to grow. The confidence is oozing out of him and it’s thick in the air.

“You liked that, didn’t you? Your pupils are dilated.” He causally sips his wine as if he didn’t just ruin your whole life with a short sentence.

He’s rendered you speechless, the very air in your lungs is gone. And there’s a feeling low in your belly. A pang of arousal and need and thrill hits you all at once.

“I-“ your words are lost again, but he speaks up for you.

“Look, kitten,” he punctuates the word, he’s teasing you now. “You obviously did. Can we just skip to the part where we have the conversation?”

“The conversation?”

“Y’know. The one where I tell you I’m not just interested in you because you’re the first person that’s come around here, like… ever, but because you’re beautiful and interesting and genuinely fun to be around. And that you need to make the first move if you want this as much as I do because I’m not some rich asshole who’s trying to take advantage of the fact that you’re completely vulnerable right now. That conversation.” He sips his wine again, and you feel like you might pass out or jump across the table into his lap. You’re too frozen to do either.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Honey,” he sighs setting down his wine glass and folding his hands together resting his elbows on the table. “I don’t mince words. And let me put it to you clearly. You’re exactly my fuckin’ type.”

“Is this really happening?”

“Only if you want it to baby. But I’m as real as it gets. And I couldn’t have made a more perfect woman if I tried, and I have.” He mumbles the last part into his wine glass, it’s so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

“Look Nathan, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m in love with you.”

Both his eyebrows raise in question and a smile grin spreads across his face.

“No, I mean,” you bury your face in your hands, “I mean I have a crush on you, you’re kind of… my celebrity crush,” you wince a little and peek out from behind your hands. “My cousin really does own a timeshare and I really did want to get away, but I came because I thought you would be nearby. I didn’t actually think I’d be having dinner with you after you saw me naked.”

“So, that explains the vibrator then,” he scratches his chin, pretending he’s lost in thought. He’s messing with you but when he sees your obvious distress he leans back in his chair. You think he’s about to apologize when you get up and walk down the hall and pick a random room that’s open.

You sit down on a couch and look up to see a Jackson Pollack painting on the wall. Lights are angled at it, it’s the focal point of the room.

A few moments later you hear a soft knock on the doorframe.

Nathan walks in and leans against the desk under the painting, he’s facing you. His arms are crossed, but he doesn’t look angry.

“Look, I wanna talk to you about earlier. I know I come on….strong. And it’s a shitty excuse but you’re the first real woman I’ve seen in months that isn’t my housekeeper and what I said before about you being my type? Shit. I scared you, didn’t I?”

“It’s just overwhelming,” you flush. “My celeb crush saw me naked today and wants to have sex with me. Not to mention you offered me a MILLION dollars without batting an eye!”

“Okay, okay. How can I put you at ease about this? We obviously have a connection. And you might as well stay until I can fix your phone.”

“What about the money?”

“I could put you to work. I’m writing a thesis. And I need to make sure it’s readable to someone who may not understand all this,” he moves his hands around in the air.

“Is that worth a million dollars?”

“It would be to me; I need help on this.”

“Okay,” you nod. “I’ll do it.”

“Really?” he smiles, he seems so excited. “Great. I’ll take you to a room you can stay in. Let me give you a tour of the place.”

Your tour ends with the bedroom. He tells you goodnight and disappears down the hall. You shimmy out of the sweatpants but leave on the Henley and slide into the bed. The sheets are soft, silky. There’s a thick warm blanket on top and you snuggle deep under the covers.

You’re thinking about your day, what a crazy day it’s been. You try not to linger on the naked part, but you think more about his skin. The warmth. The touch of his beard. His obvious desire for you at dinner. You wonder what he’s doing right now. You wonder if he’s thinking about you as much as you are thinking about him. Maybe you have some charge left in the vibrator….

if this looks familiar....it’s because w/ permission from @sergeantkane, i wrote a fic based on my thread w/ her on @thatortheschlong!!

next part will come on thursday feb 18th!

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Mostrami Amore.

Summary: Cha-young tries to move on from a certain mafia boss.

Author’s Note: Thank for to everyone who sent in prompts for Chayenzo, it resulted in this mess. I don’t have much to say, I considered making this into a multi- chaptered story but honestly I don’t have time for another ongoing story so if this seems rushed it was a little, I wrote it in one go today. Hope you enjoy this, I stuck in some of my favorite crack ship because I am weak and obsessed. Happy reading!

p.s takes place after final episode but han seo lives because this is my world and I get to play God.

Another postcard.

Their delivery becomes sporadic and she’s embarrassed at the giddiness that washes over her each time a new square is sent miles across a wide stretch of ocean, the view on the card most likely lackluster in comparison to the true rendering of Malta. She has spent many hours on her laptop searching for images of the small paradisiac island, yearning to see what he sees and feel just a tad bit closer to him. Most of her life has been spent in solitude with only her work acquaintances filling the void at times, so she expected herself to be more equipped to deal with his disappearance and subsequent absence. But nothing prepares her for those moments at the coffee shop, when she finds herself smiling across a table only to realize there is no miniature espresso cup in the hand of a very dangerous Italian Korean mafia member grinning back at her.

The smile melts off her face and she swallows the bitter cool sludge in her cup, the beverage tasting exactly as he had described it without him there.

Nights are the hardest, loneliness coils around her like a snake.

There was never any other fate for them, she knew that when Vincenzo murdered all their enemies this was their only real outcome. He would always be a fugitive on the run and she an accomplice if he were captured and questioned, it was in both of their best interests if he vanished from the face of the planet. But knowing that does nothing to qualm the ever present feeling of isolation that clings to her skin as she sits alone on her couch, downing makgeolli at a vicious pace. Trying to wash his taste from her mouth, that kiss on loop in her mind and the phantom grip of his hand on her neck.

It’s those treacherous nights without the plaza members that have become a second family to her and Han Seo following her like the lost puppy he is calling her “Noona” so freely and frequently until she forgets her own name, that she allows herself to feel exactly what she’s feelings.

Heartbroken.

Desperate.

Lonely.

Rage.

The last one she hides like a dirty secret in the closet of her heart, she knew what she was signing up for. She has no legitimate reason to be angry, or so she tries to reason with herself. But. This was the same man who had bypassed the security of one of the richest men in Korea and ultimately killed him without leaving a trace. She had watched him do despicable things, blackmailing, threatening, seducing, and murdering others as he saw fit and yet, he hadn’t used any of those dastardly ways to see her. That chance meeting at the art gallery had been the last she had seen of him, Then a few weeks later another postcard with the same message she had boldly uttered at the airport, it feels insufficient after having him in her arms again. She knew in that moment that they would never be enough again. She hadn’t even argued when Mr. Nam claimed he would leave this one on his table instead, she merely nodded and walked away to peruse the new sexual assault case she has taken recently.

It gets harder and harder to hear Han Seo regaling the wonders of his “hyung”, her anger boiling deep below the surface like magma waiting to explode and transform into something tangible and destructive.

“He told me that he has a room for me too. I wonder when he’ll let us visit.”

She nods absently, staring out the window at the sunlight twinkling in through the blinds but then his words register and the gears in her head churn before running the sentence back through to carefully process them.

“He---what? You spoke to Vincenzo?”

The human puppy pouts his lips before tilting his head and dealing a hard blow to her ego and her heart, “Yeah, he sends me letters. I got so scared the first time! He said the letter would self-destruct after I read it and I really thought that was true and I dived across the room to escape but I bumped my head on the table and then...”

He sent Han Seo letters.

She had received the same fucking postcard for months on end with the same message she had said to him, and he had time to write Han Seo letters. He hadn’t sent her even one in the time he had been gone.

“That fucking bastard!” She explodes interrupting Han Seo’s recount of his near death experience and he looks wide- eyed and taken back by her outburst, she almost soothes him before another wave of anger rushes through her veins. She had accepted the bare minimum because she thought this was all he could give her but it seemed she was being too naïve. He was Vincenzo Cassano after all, he could make anything happen. She had seen it with her own two eyes. If he wasn’t reaching out to her maybe that was a message and she was too blind to see it.

“Noona? Are you okay?” Han Seo looks absolutely terrified, eyes huge and quivering. She doesn’t bother answering, grabbing her cup of lukewarm coffee and stomping out of the office ignoring Mr. Nam’s calls behind her. She’s tired of being an idiot.

She throws herself into forgetting him, the same way he seems to have forgotten her despite his words to her that fateful night on the stairs.

I thought about you everyday.

Actions speak louder than words and she is done accepting his crumbs. She has never needed anyone, had even accepted when her own father wanted nothing to do with her; she has basically been prepping for this moment her entire life.

So she goes shopping with Miri, buying gadgets that she has no idea how to use but that the other girl makes sound like things that she definitely needs such as a new home security system, her break in still fresh in her mind. She grins at the pretty smile on the other girl’s round face as she explains the specification of the machines around them and she can see why Han Seo has such a huge crush on the girl, the pretty blush that blossoms on the other girl’s cheek after stating the fact out loud is adorable and she pinches said cheek much to her chagrin.

“You should worry about your own love life.” Miri teases but the words sting like acid on her skin and she turns away to hide the grimace on her face, but she’s not fast enough and the other girl catches her wrist halting her movement.

“What? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Mr. Cassano?” Miri whispers the last part, looking around to make sure that nobody overhears them.

She forces herself to stifle her emotions, trapping them in the back of her mind refusing to let him have this kind of affect on her.

“I wouldn’t know.” She tries for a emotionless tone but even she can hear the bitterness in her own voice and Miri’s eyes fill with pity and it makes her sick to her stomach, “Don’t. I am going to be fine. Let’s just go.”

They don’t utter single word in the car ride home.

After that it becomes painfully obvious that everyone in the plaza thinks something is wrong with her and are teaming up to make her feel better. It’s the packed lunches that keep showing up on her desk without fail, her clothes being steamed and pressed for free, the way that they won’t allow her to be alone and there are countless spontaneous family game nights all ending with her drunk and being carried home.

Tonight Mr. Tak is the unlucky volunteer, dragging her limp body in her father’s house and she thinks of all the times that they drank here together and a certain person was the one hauling her body to bed complaining and grumbling but that distractingly fond smile on his face that he only ever seemed to shoot her way. Her heart thumped loudly as he loomed over her and leaned in close, getting her hopes up only to brush her hair behind her ears and softly tell her, “Go to sleep now,” and she had never been obedient all her teachers could testify to that but when he looked at her like that she was powerless to do anything else but listen.

“I miss him.” The traitorous words fall from her lips and vanish into the inky darkness of the night.

A deep sigh from the left of her, “We know.”

She feels vulnerable, the worst thing about having a weakness is other’s noticing too. She hates how weak she feels.

“I am going to forget him.”

The body supporting most of her weight tenses under her arm and she waits for his response, they all love Vincenzo- he had become their unexpected hero and leader in many ways. They would always take his side, she knows that.

“If that’s what you need to do to be happy. Then, do it. Loving a man like Vincenzo isn’t easy.”

She turns to look at him in genuine shock.

“What? You thought I would tell you to keep waiting with no end in sight? You should know by now, you mean a lot to us too. Your happiness is important to us too, we’re a family.”

“But we’re the Cassano family,” she challenges unable to accept that they could love her without Vincenzo attached, but Mr. Tak shrugs at the clarification, “We can be the Hong Family too.”

She feels her eyes swimming.

“I should go inside.”

She feels sober and more awake than ever, she stays up all night twirling the long strands of her hair in between her fingers.

Thinking.

Variety is the spice of life.

She doesn’t know where she’s heard that but it’s those sage words that are the catalyst for her spontaneous decision.

“Same as always? Silky with some body?” Her stylist peers into her eyes through the wide mirror and she hears herself say, “No I want a cut and some color.” Yu-jin raises one pretty tweezed brow but nods after a moment’s pause, “Okay. How short are you thinking?”

And that’s how she starts her day with long thick hair that grazes her lower back and ends it with a short bob that tickles her neck. It feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulder, metaphorically and literally and she loves the face that she sees in the mirror, her eyes looking brighter than they have in months. She feels more alive, like a snake shedding its skin and becoming a newer and fresher version of itself.

“Your hair?” That becomes the running theme for her day, shocked gaping mouths and hands reaching out for the hair that was once there. She merely smirks at their palpable surprise, especially Seol-jin who doesn’t recognize her from behind.

“I haven’t seen a pretty lady like you aro--Oh Ms. Hong! I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you, I am so sorry please excuse me!” The interpretative dancer bolts away leaving her to watch him bemused, she skips to Jipuragi with a pep in her step laughing loudly when Mr. Nam drops his coffee upon seeing her and the brown liquid goes flying and douses him in a sticky hot mess.

It’s an entertaining day to say the least.

Moments later when he’s finished cleaning himself up and changing into the cheetah print track suit that he insisted to keeping in the office, he mentions that a new postcard has arrived. She nods at the information, looking at her laptop and it’s only seconds later that she finally looks up and sees that he’s waiting for her response. She doesn’t have one.

Forcing a tight smile on her face she replies, “Oh that’s great. Just put it with the others.”

He does.

But she can feel his eyes on her, his concern heavy and tangible in the air.

She pretends not to notice and keeps clicking away on her laptop, only glancing over at the card once or twice. But it’s only out of habit.

Nothing more.

She starts going on dates with random men. Men she meets in coffee shops, on the streets, in bars, hell one time even the bookstore. She never meets the same man twice and they never get what they want but it does make her feel desirable and that’s all she’s looking for.

“Where are you going?” Han Seo asks her curiously, Miri by his side as she struts out the plaza new perfume on her skin.

“On a date. I’ll see you both later.” They both gape at her and can only watch with wide eyes as she sashays away, heels clicking with every step.

Word spreads like wildfire and no one takes it harder than Mr. An, who calls her a “jezebel” and cries at the front of the law firm for hours, she has to step over him to go get lunch shaking him off when he latches on to her ankles.

The others just look at her with sad eyes, filled with both understanding and disappointment.

Much to her surprise the lunch boxes keep coming and her clothes are still pressed and starched to perfection though.

She also starts taking self defense classes, Korea is much more dangerous than she had first suspected and she has to be able to protect herself because nobody is coming to save her. Not anymore.

It becomes a great outlet for her built up anger and her instructor praises her for being a fast learner. She grins and nods before flipping him and twisting his arm around his own neck in a modified sleeper hold. When he taps on her arm she squeezes tighter instead of letting go and he goes limp for a moment before she comes back to herself and releases him hastily with a quick apology, “Sorry!”

He rubs his neck, panting for air and she feels guilty, there's a tinge of that but most of all she feels powerful, more so than she has for a long time.

It’s crazy but she finds herself asking him for drinks after class and even crazier is that he agrees even with her marks still there on his skin, the area bruised and red. He looks at her like she’s challenge that he wants to conquer, she lets him believe that’s possible. It’s only a bit of fun anyway, she has no plans for anything serious.

Drinks turn into a drunken cab ride home with his hand on her thigh, hot through the thin material of her tights and they don’t feel right- too small and not rough enough but she’s moving on and she has no time to reminisce.

There hasn’t even been a postcard lately. Message, loud and clear.

When she shoves the keys into her door, he’s glued to her body leaving wet kisses on the long column of her neck and she tries to suppress the nausea that swims in her stomach, everything feels wrong and she hates herself for feeling that way. Why shouldn’t she fuck whoever she wants? He is probably doing the same thing, everyday on his beautiful private island. Kissing women that aren’t her and whispering dirty Italian words into their ears as he rocks back and forth, nary a thought of that Korean woman he knew once upon a time.

Fuck him.

She rocks back into the purposeful grind of the hips behind her, feeling the hardness that digs into the soft flesh of her ass and finally the door opens and they both tumble in haphazardly and he thrusts a hand under her loose shirt fingering at her breasts before a dark figure moves far too quickly in her peripheral and she hears her date cry out in pain.

She almost faints at the familiar sight of the one person she never expected to see, the hard glint of his cold eyes as he twists the same hand that had just been fondling her chest. The grip looks painful, the wrist contorted in an unnatural manner.

“What the fuck? You have a boyfriend?!” Her instructor cries out, voice high pitched falling to his knees as Vincenzo kicks his feet out from under him.

She rolls her eyes, of course he would come now when she is trying (and failing) to get over him.

Vindictively she answers the question, ‘No.”

But that makes Vincenzo twist the wrist in his grip even tighter and she can see the bones breaking so she takes pity on the poor man, he didn’t sign up for a murderous mafia leader after all.

“Just let him go. You have no right to do any of this.”

He doesn’t listen right away and absently she wonders if she’ll need to test out her new moves on him, it would be satisfying to deck him square in the face. She dreams of that as often as she dreams of their reunion. Her feelings are...complicated to say the least.

Then with a grunt, he throws the other man away like he’s trash and growls out, “Get out of here before I kill you.”

She tries not be get turned on by that. But it’s a hard sell, her body already getting revved up. He’s telling the truth.

The man wastes no time, jumping to his feet and bolting out the door without one backwards glance. Asshole, he was really just leaving her with a clearly unstable and dangerous man.

“We need to talk.” Vincenzo squeezes out between clenched teeth, and her blood runs cold but she stares him dead in the eyes tired of this game they’ve been playing, if he’s here to end things she wants to know.

“Okay. Then talk.”

She looks insanely beautiful, with her hair cropped so short bringing his eyes to the tantalizing length of her neck. His eyes close in on a spot of moisture on her neck, he feels his blood boiling imagining that bastard touching any part of her. She’s glaring right back at him, her chest rising and falling and he can’t help but check her out, it’s been months since he saw her in person the photo of her doing aerial yoga above his bed couldn’t compare to the tempest that is Cha-young in real life.

The flat plane of her belly is on display under the white crop top loosely stretched across her chest which leads down to her slim hips and legs wrapped in white spandex, leaving very little to the imagination not that he hasn’t imagined her in far less many, many times. Too many times to count. Spilling across the silk adorning his king sized bed with only her name on his lips.

She looks fucking hot.

That makes it even more frustrating because he can still clearly see that bastard wrapped around her like a snake and his hands going up her shirt---he has to take a deep breath before he breaks something. Or chases that asshole to break his face.

There’s so much he wants to say to her, so much he owes her.

I missed you.

I love you.

Come with me.

“Who the hell was that?” He says this instead then watches her eyes glint over into nothing but pure murderous rage. Wrong move. But he couldn’t help it, green eyed raged taking away his decision making abilities.

“That’s all you have to say? Get out.”

He wasn’t expecting rose petals and trumpets when he returned but he definitely wasn’t expecting this, her cold glare or another man in his spot. He thought she would wait for him, just as he had done for her.

“Are you serious right now?” He counters, flabbergasted.

“Deadly. Get out.”

He clenches his fist, and then stomps out. Turning back but only to watch the door slam in his face.

What the hell.

It had only taken a letter from Han Seo to get him on boat that would take him to an open field and hours later he was soaring through the skies on a hot air balloon, on his way back to Korea. It was insane and he barely had time to explain to his family but Luca nodded at him like this was the only choice and told him that he would take care of everything, and he trusted those words more than he had ever trusted anything in his life.

“Vai a prendere la tua donna( go get your woman).”

He had nodded, gruffly patting the other man on his shoulder before hopping over into the waiting boat.

But he wasn’t so certain anymore that Cha-young was his.

She seems different. Colder almost, she leaves whenever I mention your name and she goes on dates now. I think she’s moving on hyung, what are you going to do?

Those words had been the scariest thing he had never seen. Scarier than every gun that had ever been pointed at his head. He thought what they had was something special, something that could stand the test of time and distance. He stared at the huge pile of letters on his bedside, all addressed to her. He had written one everyday since they had been separated, but each time he was too much of a coward to send it. In those letters he could say things that he could never say to her face, things like how much he ached without her by his side and how her smile was the only thing that kept him going. In those letters he could regal the ways he loved her, and how deeply she had been branded into his soul, every atom of his body belonged to her and her alone. He would kill for her, die for her, anything she needed or merely wanted he would provide it, all she needed to do was ask.

He could only share those feelings in the letters.

He walks for hours, until he ends up at his old apartment the familiar door greeting him and he sticks his hand in his pocket before he remembers that he gave the key away, with a sigh he starts to walk away before the door creaks open and he hears a voice he hasn’t heard in months.

“Hyung!”

A warmth spreads across his back as a solid weight almost knocks him off his feet. He reaches one arm around his body, awkwardly slapping the face that is pressing into his collar.

“You really chose to stay here.”

He feels the nod on his shoulder, “Of course. It made me feel closer to you hyung, I missed you.”

He grunts in response, before turning around and tugging the younger man into a real hug. He had missed the annoying little leech too, he had missed everyone.

They are still in each other’s embrace for a moment before Han Seo pulls away, sympathy etched deep on his face.

“She wasn’t happy to see you.”

“There was someone else there.” He hates the words even as they leave his mouth and Han Seo winces, looking pained for him before tugging him into the small apartment. Everything is just like he left it. He looks around in awe.

“I’m sorry hyung. What are you going to do?”

That’s the golden question, he pondered it all the way here and he’s no closer to knowing the answer to that. Usually she is the one that makes the move, she has always been the brave one between them. He back steps and says things he doesn’t mean and she sees through him and smashes down all his walls. That’s how this has always worked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should just leave her alone. Let her be happy.”

A loud scoff reaches his ears, “Sure. Is that why you sailed across sharked infested waters and trusted a hot air balloon company run my former thugs?”

He smarts at the sarcastic reply and glares before flicking the cheeky brat on his nose, "I liked you better when you were stupid you know. Now you're a little smart ass."

The younger man looks even more youthful as he grins back at him, rubbing at his nose before shrugging. "I learned from the best."

He has no rebuttal for that so he tries to flick him again, giving chase when he darts off.

It feels good to be home.

He warns Han Seo not to tell anyone that he's here least they give away his location.

So he's not surprised the next day to find the cavalry at his doorstep hands filled to the brim with containers of food. There are tears, mostly from Mr. Nam who won't stop screaming his name and pinching his cheeks to see if he's real and Mr. An who wraps around him like a koala despite his very detailed threats. It's all chaos and so familiar that his heart aches but her absence is like a hole in his chest. Nobody mentions her but they all keep looking at the door, so it's obvious that she was invited but chose not to come.

Because she didn't want to see him.

"You're here to win her back right?" He doesn't know who even utters the words but when he glances up they are all looking at him expectantly.

He didn't know that was what he was indeed here for thought that she would happily welcome him back and they could pick up where they left off but she's made it clear that this won't be the case. This will be the most important fight of his life.

"Yes. I'm here for Cha-young."

He gets enthusiastic thumbs up and a loud giggle from the Yeon-Jin and Cheol-Wook’s adorable baby, her little hands too uncoordinated to do a thumbs up but she waves excitedly feeding off the energy around her.

He wonders how Cha-young would look with a baby in her arms, their baby it's a dangerous thought. But one that he can't get out of his mind once he thinks it.

They stay until midnight, forcing him to eat and drink too much soju until he passes out to dreams filled with a round Cha-young, belly swollen and protruding from her body.

It doesn't take much to learn her schedule(Mr. Nam hands him a laminated copy) and he has to put on a disguise but he enters the shop seconds after her, hearing her order that god awful sewer water she's so fond of.

"An espresso for me." He leans in too close, almost brushing her shoulder and she jolts at the sound of his voice, turning to stare at him as if she's a mirage.

"You're still here?" She whispers and then shakes her head and looks away as if she's hadn't meant to say the words aloud.

It hurts him that she thought he would leave without telling her but he can't blame her, he has been anything but consistent. Instead of answering, he leans forward to hand his credit card to the cashier who glances between them suspiciously before accepting the card.

Their orders are ready in seconds and he follows her as she walks to their table, butterflies in his stomach at the familiar sight.

She turns to him with a glare, "It's just the only available table."

He moves to pull out her chair and she starts at him tight lipped before sitting down. She's in a tight black suit today, two long slits on the side of her pants going all the way up to her thighs. He gulps down his drink to get rid of the drool pooling in his mouth.

"You're upset with me."

She stares at him like he's the biggest idiot on the planet, it's not a look he receives often but she's always the outlier in his otherwise organized life.

"Astute observation." She quips back, sucking loudly at her coffee.

"Why?"

He considered how to go about breeching this subject and in the end had decided on going straight to the source, he had been under the impression that this was working for them.

Her face morphs into a person he hasn't seen for a long time, the Cha-young that would berate him and make him angry enough to curse in Italian.

"Do you think this little of me?"

He's completely lost, "What do you mean? What did I do that was so wrong? Wrong enough for you to cheat on me!" He's panting now, his voice has gotten loud enough to catch people's attention he can feel them watching their table, nosy and invested.

"Cheat on you?"

Cold as ice, her voice is. It almost makes him shiver.

"How could I possibly cheat on you? We're not together. You send me the same postcard with the same message every few months. I have no idea what you're doing in Malta, who you're with. You can't even be bothered to send me a letter, do you think this is a relationship? You think it's enough to pop up like this every once in a blue moon? You've told me nothing about how you feel about me but I'm supposed to be satisfied with whatever you throw my way?"

If he wasn't sitting down his legs would have already given out he's certain about that. Her voice is deadly quiet each word landing and chipping away at his confidence.

"I'm doing the best I can! You knew it would be like this after everything was over, why are you blaming me now? How about you, I don't know how you feel either!"

"I love you! Anyone with eyes can see that, I told you that at the airport too. And again when I took a bullet for you, you didn't think that meant I loved you? I was willing to die for you."

Shit.

It's not at all how he expected them to confess their love for each other, it's hard to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth as she bares her teeth at him.

"So why are you doing this? Why are there other men?"

Why aren't I enough? He wants to say but he's scared of her answer, terrified that she'll say that she can't do this anymore. That he just isn’t enough anymore.

She stares at him long and hard.

Waiting for something. But he doesn't know what.

"You haven't changed at all. You're still a coward, I'm not interested in guessing anymore. I’m done playing this game.”

She stands up and walks away, leaving her unfinished coffee on the table.

Unwanted just like him.

She doesn't see him for days and she accepts that her words had done their damage, she had cried until she fell asleep that night. Waking up with swollen red eyes that no amount of concealer would save but thankfully no one commented on her state.

She goes through her day on autopilot and before she knows it she's back home, ready to face her night alone again. She pushes the door open, half praying he'll be waiting for her but her hopes shattered when she turns on the lights and finds no one.

"It's better this way." She lies to herself, pouring herself an obscene glass of soju. She's going to need plenty of alcohol to get through this pain.

Her head is woozy and heavy when she hears a sound, suddenly alert she stills in her chair before rushing over to get a frying pan walking on the tips of her toes she prowls closer to the clicking sound, finding herself at the window peering at a long lost friend. Placing the frying pan on her window sill she pry opens the window, screeching when the audacious bird flies inside landing on her table as if he belongs there.

"Hey Inzaghi! Get your dirty bird feet off my table!"

He looks at her nonchalantly, making himself comfortable on said table and she sighs before shutting the window and drunkenly swaying over to him.

"What are you even doing there? Do you want to be my bird now, I won't be a very good owner. I won't remember to feed you. I barely remember to feed myself."

Despite being a bird he finds a way to roll his eyes at her before standing up and only then does she notice something on his leg. She looks at him cautiously before moving closer and untying the paper on his leg, the pigeon barely reacts before flying over to her couch. She sighs in annoyance, she's going to have to clean everything after this bird leaves.

She unwinds the string holding the paper together, unrolling the paper scroll. There is a message written inside: the rooftop. 9 pm.

Glancing at her clock the time shines at her.

7:34pm.

"This could be a trap."

It very much could be, she has enemies now. It was a small price to pay for taking down Babel but she's always looking over her shoulders now, so this note could easily be someone luring her to hurt her or get back at Vincenzo.

Inzaghi coos loudly at her as if he can hear her thoughts. This time he finds a way to look exasperated.

She stumbles off to her room.

She needs time to think.

"So she told you that she loved you and you didn't say it back?"

"I was shocked. She was growling at me and looked ready to kill me at the same time." He reasons back, trying to show his hyung his point of view. The younger man doesn't look even a little bit convinced by his logic.

"Okay and? That sounds perfectly normal for you too. You should have shot someone and wrote it back in their blood on the table."

He recoils in disgust at the suggestion, "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you actually insane, why the fuck would I do that?"

Han Seo stares deadpan in return.

He puts up a hand trying to stop whatever response he has, "Don't say it."

It doesn't work.

"Pig's blood. Don't forget I saw it all, I've never seen Ms. Hong look so excited before. You're both crazy."

Well, that had been different. It was an old tradition, she simply had an appreciation for the classics.

"And I bet you're defending her right now in your mind. Noona is just like you, that's why you're made for each other. She's the gasoline to your fire."

"You know that would just make an even larger fire right?"

"Yes. I'm smart now remember? I know what I said."

He sighs falling into the comfortable familiarity of the couch, a spring digging into his thigh.

"Why didn't you say it back?" His stills at the barely whispered question, his chest constricting as he recalls the passionate confession. He had frozen, like he'd always known she was the brave one between them. Always doing the unexpected and the time was no different, her words had knocked him off his feet.

"Because I was scared."

Han Seo huffs at his honesty. He doesn't know where the words are coming from but he's tired of keeping it all in.

"Because if anything happens to her it'll break me, I thought it would be better if I kept her at a distance. I thought this was enough. I thought this would be easier. When I think about her I want to drop everything and just be with her and that...was too dangerous. I had to keep my distance."

There's a pregnant pause, just the sound of their breathing filling the void.

"Was it?"

"What?"

"Easier. Is this better? Enough?"

He thinks about Cha-young getting married to a faceless man, exchanging vows and sealing it with a kiss, happy and in love on their honeymoon wanton moans and screams from their room, learning that they're having a baby and her round and glowing with someone else's child smiling brightly as she rubs her belly and it's too much. He wants to smash it all into little pieces.

"No. It's not enough. I need her, without her nothing is enough."

"That's what you should have said to her. Don't glare at me I'm right, but I have an idea. I saw it in an American cartoon."

And that's how he lets his younger brother convince him to send a note to Cha-young using Inzaghi, the pigeon had shown up one night and he'd been so happy he almost kissed the bird.

"How will he know where Cha Young lives?" He asks skeptical even as he ties the note to the birds leg.

"I showed him a picture of her house. According to the cartoon, birds just know.”

He stares at the younger man, wondering why he's listening to this ridiculous plan.

"This is stupid. I should just text her, Inzaghi is never going to deliver this. He's just a regular pigeon."

"This is more romantic." He answers matter of fact.

"How is a pigeon delivering a message in anyway romantic?" He challenges already knowing from the shit eating grin he won’t like the response.

"The same way pig blood was." The brat counters and he doesn't get a chance to respond before Han Seo picks Inzaghi up and throws him out the window, "In the name of love!" He only barely stops himself from bashing his head into the wall, the younger man has to wrestle him to the ground.

It's stupid. They did all of this for nothing the cool breeze makes him pull his coat tighter around his body, exposed to the weather on the open space of the rooftop.

He checks his watch, 9:48.

She's not coming and the worst part is that he doesn't know if it's because that damn bird never delivered his message or if it's because she really doesn't want anything to do with him. The burden of not knowing hurts more than anything.

Expelling the air in his lungs he walks back to the single door that leads off the roof, twisting the doorknob in his hand and pulling it open.

Meeting the shocked face of one Cha-young.

They both just stare at each other before he speaks, "You came."

He can't believe it. Inzaghi had actually delivered the note, somehow the pigeon had found her house and she was here. He almost pinches himself to see if he'd passed out on the roof and this was just a dream.

"I didn't know Inzaghi was a carrier pigeon." She futilely tries to change the subject and he takes a step back, gathering the tattered pieces of his courage. The same courage that had propelled him to kiss her all those months ago on the stairs.

"I'm so happy you're here. I waited for you."

She stares at him like he has two heads before blushing, and avoiding his eyes.

"Come with me." He extends his hands and tries not to be too hurt when she bypasses it and steps around him instead.

At least she was here.

With a quick swipe of his hand he sends the message to his accomplices.

Now.

The lights come on, fairy lights decorating the roof top in a heavenly glow. She spins around in wonder, eyes nearly as bright she's so beautiful it's almost painful to look at her.

Then the music starts.

The soft notes filling the space.

When I walk down a road I don't know well....

She looks around in wonder, staring back at him she can’t believe what’s happening.

Then the letters start falling from the sky, all the letters he had written to her alone and missing her thousands of miles away. His plaza family smiles down at him, throwing letters from a higher building.

Cha-young stares up at the sky in surprise, hundreds of letters landing all around her.

It had taken a few days for Luca to send them all over and then another day to get the guts to do this, there was no turning back now. He had never willingly made himself vulnerable to anyone else, but according to Han Seo it was the only way he was going to win her back.

“She just wants to know that you love her too. Show her.”

He watches anxiously as she picks up a letter, stroking lightly at her own name on the front looking at him with stunned wet eyes.

“You wrote me a letter.” Her voice is revere and awe that he doesn’t deserve, not after everything he has put her through in the sake of protecting himself but he’s too elated to see her looking at him like that again, like he’s someone important to her.

“182. For each day we were apart. I told you I thought about you everyday, and every time I did I wrote you a letter.”

She stares at the letter in her hand, gently ripping it open and devouring the words on the page. Nerves shoot up and down his body as he watches her read his most private thoughts about her, her expressive face for once empty of emotions as she silently reads the letter.

He waits.

Breathless and terrified.

“Why didn’t you ever send them? They were mine so why did you keep them?” He hears an edge in her voice that makes him wonder if she’s only talking about the letters.

“Cha-young, I don’t think you understand.”

She breathes out loudly, stomping over to him until they are inches apart and he has no choice but to look into the deep pool of her eyes.

“I don’t! I don’t understand anything, I thought you had found someone else in Malta and the postcards were just your way of being nice. I thought you didn’t feel the same way I did, you were sending Han Seo letters but you wouldn’t do the same for me. What was I supposed to think? Why didn’t you try to help me understand, you were gone for six months!”

There’s so much wrong with everything she said, how could he find anyone else when his heart beats for her? How could he forget her when everything he did reminded him of her, he saw her every night in his dreams. But he doesn’t make the same mistake this time, he says what’s important.

“I feel the same way. I love you Cha-young. I thought this was better for you, that this could be enough. But I was wrong, I missed you every minute of every--”

“Come home with me.”

He stops, stares, gapes and then stares some more.

“What? I wasn’t finished confessing though.” Actually offended that she interrupted his planned speech. He was about to recite one of his favorite Italian love poems for her and then ask her to dance.

She rolls her eyes dragging him towards the door, “Don’t you think we’ve wasted enough time? It’s been six months and you have been here for too long, you have to go soon.”

She’s right, he has a flight in two days for an identity he borrowed for his escape.

“Listen to her, just go back to her place and have a good night!” That sounds like Cheol-Wook and then they all erupt into applause and start cheering and hollering, chanting their names and then to his embarrassment they start chanting, “Go have sex! Go have sex!” complete with the monks banging on their drums and he doesn’t think he will ever live down this moment, especially when he sees Miri capturing it on the new video camera he had gifted her.

He flips them off as an eager Cha-young pulls him away their laughter following them all the way.

The car ride is too long on the way over and she wonders how quickly she can undress them both as soon as they reach, there is simply no time to waste.

But once they get to the doorstep he suddenly freezes, tugging her backwards into his chest.

“This looks familiar doesn’t it?” His voice is dark and smoky and she immediately knows what he’s referring to, and she refuses to give him any reaction.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?”

“You let someone else touch you. Here.” He runs a hand up her neck, briefly squeezing, “And here,” she gasps at his hands suddenly on her breast, squeezing harshly at the tender flesh.

“So what are you going to do about it?” She knows that she’s playing with fire, but that is their foundation. She has never aimed to cool him off or tone him down, she sees the dark side inside of him and loves it, encourages it and feeds on it herself allowing it to bring her darkness out too.

He kicks the door open, shoving her side and she delights at the rough treatment. She hopes that she is filled with his bruises tomorrow.

She doesn’t wait for his next move, pulling her shirt up and over her head before tugging off her skirt leaving herself in a barely there lace panties and a matching lace bra that is translucent, her nipples peeking through the sheer material. He stares at her transfixed, his hunger evident in his eyes and in the tent forming in his tight dress pants.

“Take those off.” She commands and he smirks before obeying, peeling the pants off his thighs standing in his button down shirt and tight boxer briefs that leave nothing to her imagination, every delicious inch of him visible. She steps forward bringing their bodies in contact, before thrusting her hand inside the opening of his briefs. He feels hard and smooth, liquid pooling at the tip and she twists her hand collecting it to ease her slow strokes up and down. His voice hitches as she fingers his balls and without warning she tugs his boxers off, leaving him bare to her eyes.

Mesmerized by the unencumbered sight of him, she drops to her knees using her hand to guide him to her eagerly waiting mouth.

His flavor explodes on her tongue and she swallows more, grabbing his hips to drag him deeper into her mouth until she can feel him in her throat, but even after her eyes start to burn and she feels herself choking she doesn’t stop, bobbing up and down hungrily, sloppy wet sounds filling the room in a filthy symphony. At first he lets her control the movement, pliant in her hands but as she increases her speed and suction he starts groaning and huffing loudly and then she feels his hand on the back of her hand, keeping her in place and when she looks up at him he looks wrecked. Eyes dazed and his face red and flushed, she ingrains that image in her mind, for when he’s gone and all she has are her toys.

She stares back defiantly before he draws himself out of her mouth, a single line of spit connecting them and then he thrusts back into her mouth roughly and she opens her mouth wider to accept the abuse, loving every second of it even as a her throat aches. He sets a frantic pace, his balls slamming against her chin and she doesn’t realize at first that his grunts have transformed into words, too much blood rushing to her head.

“Mine. Mine, nobody can---ah fuck! Nobody can see you like this. Only me. You’re mine.”

He fucks her mouth like it’s his to use and do what he pleases, and she’s wetter than she’s ever been listening to him claim her verbally and with the wet push of his dick in her mouth.

She starts grinding on the floor like a cat in heat and without preamble he grabs her under her armpits and lifts her like she weighs nothing, his dick sliding free from her hot mouth, “I want to make you scream.” He says this like a declaration of love and she throws herself at him, kissing the words off his lips. His tongue swirls in her mouth and she wonders if he can taste himself in her. It makes her hotter and she grinds her barely covered pussy onto his naked length, groaning at the friction even though the thin layer separating them.

He tosses her onto the bed and she doesn’t even remember them walking, his tongue and his wondering fingers had completely distracted her.

She lays sprawled across the bed as he stares at her, like she’s feast he can’t wait to devour.

“Nobody has been in here.” She doesn’t know if he’s asking a question or making a statement, but she feels that his jealousy is real. Seeing her with someone else had done something to him, guilt washes over her. If she had seen him with someone else she would have lost her mind too.

“Nobody. I never brought anyone home before, that guy was a mistake. I was just hurt and missing you. I’m sorry.”

He had abandoned her for six months and she didn’t owe him anything but his pain is her pain and they are stronger now, everything has been said.

“Good.”

Then he rips her panties away and buries his face between her legs, prying her wide open with his hands and lapping at her with his searing hot tongue. Immediately he has his wish and she screams, loud enough to fill the entire room.

“Already screaming amore? It’s going to be a long night, I want to make you hoarse.”

She doesn’t get a moment to respond before he’s back to licking and sucking at her most sacred part, fingers deep inside her as he thrusts and strokes alongside his tongue, his fingers and tongue moving in tandem and she tries to stifle the scream but a particularly deep fuck makes the sound erupt from her throat and her head feels dizzy from the overwhelming sensation.

He has boundless energy it seems, as time drags by and she feels her body tightening up as he systemically destroys her, he never takes a break or pauses, slurping up all the liquid that drips from her and the sounds of him swallowing are beyond erotic. When a hand runs up her stomach and squeezes at a bouncing breast she can’t contain her moans of pleasure, crying out as his fingers pinching the tight bud of her nipple.

“Please.”

He coos in her, “So pretty when you beg.” Then he sticks his tongue as far as it can go and she hears the rush of blood in her head as her body shakes apart and her release gushes from her body, twitching when he laps it all up her oversensitive body recoiling from the overstimulation.

She has never come like that before, most men have never put in the work necessary to make her come and she wasn’t one to fake it so her experiences with sex with someone else were few and far in between.

This feels like nirvana.

“You still with me amore?” The bastard looks so smug, looming above her naked arms on the side of her head, and she had no idea when he took his shirt off.

“I can’t feel like my legs.”

He chuckles loudly at the statement, grinning growing wider.

“Well I can assure you that they’re still there and they will look great wrapped around my waist.”

Raising to his challenge, although her body is still buzzing she wraps her legs around his waist, they feel like jelly but she finds the strength to follow through with her movement.

“I was right they do look great.”

“Well this would look great in me.” She counters, grabbing at his thick ruddy red dick jutting from his body and he rocks into her hand before knocking her hand away and taking himself in his hand.

“Do we need a condom?” He asks her, looking like he is ready to stop at nay minute if she tells him that they do.

“No.”

She has been on birth control since she was a teen and there’s been no one for her since she met him, and she trusts that it’s been the same for him.

“Thank goodness, I want to feel everything.” He barely finishes his sentence before he’s easing into her, slow and steady. She lets him continue for a moment before she tightens her legs around his waist and pulls him in roughly, as deep as she can get him in this position. “Fuck, you’re so impatient.”

“Shut up and fuck me already.”

He grumbles at her calling her bossy, but she sighs when he draws out and slams back in with a quick snap of his hips.

“Yes just like that!”

He takes direction very well, repeating the motion until the bed starts to creak from their movements, he pistons in and out of her gone all semblance of gentle or slow, they have teetered into a speed that can only be defined as “break neck” and she feels her body sliding up the mattress as he pounds into her over and over again, she latches onto his neck eager to leave a branding mark on him and he groans at the suction, grinding harder into her and gripping her ass to force her to meet his vicious thrusts.

Absently she feels him peeling her bra from her body, the only remaining item of clothing that has survived their coupling and she knows exactly when he sees the scar. The grotesque knitting of skin that had left a permanent scar on her shoulder, she almost covers it up but when she peels her eyes open he is staring at her mesmerized.

“Don’t look.”

He leans down to kiss it, the softest more precious kiss she has ever received in her life.

He peppers more kisses all over, then strokes at it with a single finger.

“I should have realized, this was your confession. I was an idiot. I will never be that stupid again, I love you so much. I would do anything for you. Anything.”

He puts her legs on her shoulder, nearly bending her in half before resuming his thrusts but they are less frenzied now, it feels like lovemaking. Her eyes prickle when he kisses her scar with every downward thrust, whispering, “Beautiful, so beautiful. Every inch of you.”

She cries out.

With every thrust he kisses her scar, making her feel lightheaded and naked.

When he moves them into a new position, her back to his front giving him better access to her scar, she loses herself as he whispers sweet nothings into her ears and litters the spot with warm kisses.

She falls off the edge with his lips on her scar and him deep inside her, warm bursts filling her up before leaking out onto the bed sheets.

“Today’s our last day.”

Waking up next to him is torture, she tries not to ingrain that in her mind but it’s too late it’s already there. He blinks away the sleep in his eyes at her words and then nods solemnly in agreement.

“Yes for this visit. But I’ll always come back for you.”

She smiles brightly, “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

They don’t leave the bed except to get breakfast and that ends with her laid across the kitchen table getting taken from behind after teasing him. He can’t seem to keep his hands off her new hair, twisting the short strands in his hands and yanking on them. She catches him looking at her heatedly more than once.

Then they wind up in the shower, trying to clean up and getting dirtier instead, his hands tight in her hair and around her waist as he hoists her up to pound her into the wall. Making up for lost time.

They get messages from their entire family, Vincenzo showing her a message from Han Seo asking if he’s going to be an uncle soon. She promises to embarrass him in front of Miri very, very soon.

Both pretend they don’t feel the day fading away, bringing them closer to their goodbye.

Tomorrow he will be gone again, but there’s no guessing now. She knows what she means to him now and that’s more than enough.

She wakes up to an empty bed and a ticket to Malta, the ball is in her court.

#vincenzo #chayenzo #smut #but you know with feelings #romance isn't dead #you can find it in strange places #like pig's blood #han seo has the best wingman #the mafia family

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Five

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3601

Warnings: ANGST, Bucky most definitely needs a hug halfway through this, bad language words

A/N: I’m flattered and frankly overwhelmed with the love and support everyone is showing for this little story. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🥰

A/N 2: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

In case you missed the update, I will try to publish a new chapter every Saturday from here on out. 🤞

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Whistles and sirens were blaring inside Bucky’s head as he stared at Peter’s neighbor. Everything within him was screaming at him to run away. His anxiety ticked up. Could this really be (Y/N)?

He would have recognized her voice anywhere. God only knew how many times he’d listened and relistened to her voicemail. He wasn’t obsessive; he just liked the dips-the peaks and valleys-in her voice and the self-deprecating laugh she’d made. And with his super soldier hearing- he’d learned a knack for these things.

Bucky stood unmoving and breathless while shaking (Y/N)’s hand in front of her door. All he could do was stare at her. He had never imagined in a million years meeting her face-to-face. It was like a dream. A weird but wonderful dream.

He was stunned by her beauty as he gazed into her smiling face. Not that he’d ever pictured her being unattractive.

No siree.

It was a shock to have her here now, but to have her looking the way she did? (Y/N) was gorgeous. Her eyes sparkled with giddiness, and pink tinged the apples of her cheeks.

He must have finally died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation he could think of right now.

Because there (Y/N) was, in front of him and in the flesh, still shaking his hand.

Still.

Bucky’s stomach swooped with the feeling of embarrassment. He could feel the skin of his face warming quickly. He was just like Lang meeting Steve at the airport in Germany. An overeager puppy.

God, he was an idiot.

He caught an uncomfortable look flash across (Y/N)’s face but continued pumping her arm. Peter cleared his throat beside him, and (Y/N) grinned wider in response.

A dazzling smile.

“Gonna need my hand back to unlock the door,” she said with a soft chuckle.

Bucky dropped it like he’d been burned. He could see Peter giving him a goofy look out of the corner of his eye. Like that kid wasn’t awkward as fuck around girls. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his flesh hand.

What was he thinking, shaking her hand so long?

Bucky clumsily followed (Y/N) and Peter into her apartment after the deadbolt was unlocked and nearly dumped her grocery bags on the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her. Peter threw him another weird look.

“Please excuse my friend,” Peter quipped, patting Bucky on the shoulder. “Apparently, he just learned to walk yesterday.”

(Y/N) laughed politely at the joke, and Bucky blushed furiously.

From the stories Steve had told him about their past and “sweeping dames off their feet,” why was this so hard? It should be like taking candy from a baby. He had a rapport with her, not that she knew, but it should be more comfortable than it was. His shoulders slumped.

“S-sorry,” Bucky stuttered out. (Y/N) smiled sweetly at the apology, and his chest constricted.

“Don’t worry about it,” (Y/N) reasoned, “I just had the floors waxed.” She winked at him as she grabbed a bag from his arms.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. She winked. She fucking winked!

Was (Y/N) flirting? Did he flirt back? Did he even remember how? He would have known what to do if they were texting instead. Their whole relationship was easier when they weren’t face-to-face. When he couldn’t see how the light in the kitchen made her hair shine or how her eyes twinkled when she laughed, he was a lot smoother.

Smooth like creamy peanut butter.

It was so frustrating only remembering bits and snatches of his old memories. This situation was nothing like the girl at the coffee shop he sometimes visited or the corner market’s cashier. This was (Y/N). This was someone he’d reciprocate the advances from- given half a chance. Someone he definitely didn’t have feelings for, though.

Nope. Not at all.

From somewhere hidden deep inside, the darkness crept in. You think she’s flirting with you? You think she wants someone like you? She pities you, his inner voice said—pity for a sad, broken man.

The breath previously stuck inside him rushed out in a sob. His stomach plunged to his feet again, but not in embarrassment this time. This time, it was for actually believing he might have a chance with (Y/N). Thinking she’d settle for someone like him.

He was dangerous. He was a murderer.

(Y/N)’s face filled with concern, eyebrows pinching together, and she edged closer. She raised a hand to touch him but thought twice. “You okay?”

Bucky shook his head to dispel the bleak thoughts. “Ye-yeah, sorry.” The room kept spinning.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Would you like some water?” (Y/N) asked, rushing to the cupboard to pull down a glass to fill.

Peter stepped closer to his side. “You don’t look too good, man. Yer not havin’ one of your flashbacks, are ya?”

Bucky looked at Peter for a moment, puzzled. Flashback? His grapefruit was too scrambled to conjure up any of the horrors he experienced at night during the day. “No, kid. I’m fine,” he lied.

Peter inched back slightly, but still within reach if the worst should happen.

Bucky saw (Y/N) watching him expectantly, tilting the glass in his direction. “No, thank you, ma’am. Water won’t be necessary.”

He observed (Y/N)’s eyes slowly widen in shock.

“Ma’am?” (Y/N) asked in mock offense. “Ma’am?”

Peter started laughing as Bucky’s mouth popped open in a horrified “O.” He tried to protest, but nothing would come out.

(Y/N) turned to Peter, who was now gasping in laughter. “It’s the cardigan, huh?” she questioned jokingly. “It makes me look like a crazy cat lady, doesn’t it?”

Bucky’s face flushed instantly. “That’s not…” he argued, the end of his sentence coming out as a groan instead.

How had this night and their meeting gone downhill so quickly? He couldn’t do anything right around (Y/N), it seemed.

How could he win her heart if he was just some bumbling fool?

Oh, god! Was he actively trying to win (Y/N) over?

Bucky’s pulse hammered underneath his skin. He’d finally met the girl he was falling for, and he was mucking up the whole thing. The instinct to flee suddenly kicked into high gear.

He took one last look at Peter, hunched over in laughter and holding his stomach. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the kid. He had some nerve! He slid his eyes over to where (Y/N) stood. Her expression was rapidly morphing from good-humored to regret.

Bucky placed the final bag he held on the counter and huffed a sigh before walking past (Y/N) and Peter out of the kitchen, heading for the door. (Y/N) caught the nook of his elbow as he passed, stopping him.

He looked down at the delicate fingers wrapped around his arm, and his heart lurched. She wasn’t afraid, he thought. She knew who he was- what he was- and she wasn’t afraid. He brought his gaze back up to hers. He could easily break every finger of her hand, but there was no fear in her eyes—just remorse.

“I apologize,” (Y/N) assured. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Her hand skimmed down his forearm to his wrist and left behind the fleeting feeling of her touch.

“It’s fine,” Bucky said gruffly. “I was leaving anyway.” He nodded at Peter, who had managed to pull himself together from his laughing fit, and gave (Y/N) a thin-lipped smile. He made his way to the door.

(Y/N)’s face dropped as he walked away. “Oh. Well, thank you for your help with my groceries,” she called.

Bucky’s step faltered as he walked through the doorway. He glanced over his shoulder at (Y/N) for a moment and shut the door.

He had had no desire to leave the radiant presence of (Y/N), but if he didn't, the fluttering he felt inside would have turned into a full-blown panic attack while thinking about every misstep he’d taken.

Reaching the sidewalk outside (Y/N) and Peter’s building, Bucky expelled a huge exhale.

“Well, that was a fucking disaster,” he grumbled to himself.

He stomped down the sidewalk to where he’d parked the car he’d borrowed from the compound. He wrenched the driver-side door open in frustration, nearly ripping the thing off. He slid inside and stared out the windshield. Was there a way back from this? Or was he destined to spend eternity in the friend zone?

Bucky wrung his hands around the steering wheel and let out a moan of exasperation. He started the ignition and gave one last glance to (Y/N)’s building. He tucked away any hope he thought he might’ve had with her in the far recesses of his mind and drove away.

Bucky was trembling by the time he returned to the compound. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he strode down one of the many halls leading to his quarters. He had worked himself into a frenzy on the drive home.

It was her, he thought, gliding his gloved hand through the hair that had come loose from the earlier knot he’d tied. It was definitely (Y/N).

There was no mistaking it was her, now. Bucky was absolutely sure. (Y/N)’s voicemail had played over and over in his mind on the ride upstate.

Bucky stalked down the hallway, cursing himself again for blowing any modicum of a chance he had with (Y/N).

What was he saying? Did he stand a real chance with her? He was The Winter fucking Solider. The Asset. Soldat.

Of course not.

He growled as he moved closer to his apartment, his sanctuary. It was the only place he could find any real solace nowadays.

Struggling with his internal conflict, focusing too much on the what-ifs, he didn’t see the solid wall of muscle until it was too late.

“Whoa, Buck! Easy there,” Steve said as he steadied his dazed best friend. “Where’s the fire?”

Bucky glimpsed into Steve’s eyes, his own shimmering with sadness. Steve thought the world of him. He could do no wrong, according to Steve. What would he think after this?

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, voice full of worry.

“I fucked up, Stevie,” Bucky lamented, eyes now downcast to the floor.

“What happened?” Steve asked, grabbing hold of Bucky’s shoulder. “What did you do?”

Bucky’s eyes flicked back up to Steve’s face, and he watched fear crawl across it.

His body practically crumpled inwardly. “It was her,” Bucky said. “She was right in front of me.”

“Her who?” Steve questioned. The look of fear slipped into one of misunderstanding once he realized no immediate threat or harm was coming to Bucky.

Bucky chuckled. “(Y/N).” His focus wasn’t on Steve anymore, but just over his right shoulder. His eyes were wistful.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “She was so...God, she was just so beautiful.”

Bucky proceeded when Steve continued to stare at him blankly. “She was a breath of fresh air after you’ve run at full-speed for what seems, like, forever.”

“A breath of fresh air?”

“Yes!”

“I’m still not exactly sure who we’re talkin’ about,” Steve confessed.

“God, punk! Pay attention,” Bucky groused, swiping both hands through his hair.

“Who’s (Y/N) again?”

“She’s the girl,” Bucky explained.

“The girl?” Steve asked, still not quite understanding.

“The girl,” Bucky emphasized.

A look of realization finally dawned on Steve’s face. “(Y/N)? The girl you’ve been texting?”

“YES!” Bucky exclaimed emphatically. “For a smart guy, you can be pretty dense.”

“Wait, how?”

“I was helping Parker with some schoolwork, and she’s his neighbor, apparently,” Bucky answered.

“She’s Peter’s neighbor? In Queens?”

“Did you have a stroke or somethin’?” Bucky wondered. “Yes, in Queens. Next door to Parker.”

“You didn’t tell me she was in New York,” Steve said, a hint of hurt in his voice.

“I didn’t think it mattered at the time,” Bucky admitted. “It wasn’t like I ever planned to meet her in person.”

“So, what now? Did you ask her on a date?”

“What?!” Bucky asked in disbelief. He goggled at his best friend like he’d grown a second head. “What part of ‘I fucked up’ didn’t you understand?”

“It couldn’t’ve been that bad,” Steve soothed. “What exactly happened?”

Bucky recounted the whole bungled interaction, down to every gory detail.

“And you just stood there, staring at her?” Steve asked, slightly wincing in secondhand discomfort.

“With my mouth open and everything. Like I was a goddamn fish out of water,” Bucky stated candidly. He scuffed a foot across the linoleum floor. He could feel the anxiety building inside him again.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as you think?”

Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket and thumbed to the messaging app. “Parker said, and I quote, ‘Way to make it weird with Miss (Y/L/N).’”

Steve looked nonplussed. “H-how?”

Bucky threw up his arms in defeat. His hands landed atop his head, and his fingers snaked into his hair, pulling at the roots. “I dunno what happened! I realized I was actually talking to (Y/N), and my insides turned to jelly!”

Steve stepped forward and guided Bucky’s hands from his hair. Empathy and compassion filled his crystalline eyes.

“How...how do I fix this, Stevie?” Bucky whimpered softly.

Steve sighed. “I don’t know if it can be fixed, but you need to talk to her.”

Bucky blanched at the thought. “I-I-I can’t,” he stammered.

“Why?”

“I like what we have,” Bucky explained. “I like that I’m just James from Brooklyn with her.”

His mouth thinned as he picked at his flesh hand’s thumbnail. “Plus, if I tell (Y/N) who I really am, she’ll judge everything going forward on today’s meeting.”

“You really like her, huh?” Steve queried.

“Well, yeah,” Bucky answered, blushing a bit. “She’s pretty great.”

A smirk lifted at the corners of Steve’s mouth. “No, I mean, you really like her.”

Bucky’s blush deepened. “I don’t-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Steve huffed a small laugh, faintly shaking his head. He held up his hands in mock surrender. He took a step closer to his best friend. “Whatever you decide to do- whether it’s to tell her the truth or just suss out the situation- just talk to her.” He placed a hand on Bucky’s right shoulder and squeezed gently. “Don’t wait too long, though, and miss your opportunity. You’ll be kickin’ yourself.”

Bucky nodded his head in agreement. “I know.”

“Everyone deserves good things to come to them. You most of all, Buck.” Steve squeezed one more time before dropping his hand to his side.

Bucky blinked rapidly at the sentiment, trying his best to keep the emotion out of his eyes. He smiled. “Thank you, Steve. For everything.”

After a long shower to help himself unwind and wash away all the stress of the day, Bucky was sprawled out on his bed in a t-shirt and loose-fitting sweats. His phone was in the palm of his hand, and his heart was doing flip flops in his chest. His anxiety was gradually spiking, undoing the purpose of the earlier shower. It had been nearly two hours since he charged out of (Y/N)’s apartment. Why hadn’t she texted him?

Before he could overthink it more than he already had, he punched in a text and initiated the conversation.

Bucky Hey, doll. How was your day?

He stared at the screen of his phone, willing (Y/N) to reply.

He watched the words go in and out of focus as he continued to observe the unchanging text thread. His right palm was beginning to sweat.

Several minutes passed before Bucky gave up and threw the phone to the bed. He tapped his fingers in a rhythm against his thighs to keep them occupied, only to find himself crossing his arms across his chest moments later. Seconds afterward, he uncrossed his arms, balling his hands into fists. He reached for the book on the nightstand, hoping for a distraction from the silence of his phone.

He was inevitably waiting for a text he knew wasn’t coming.

Bucky consciously tried to read the words on the page, but his mind kept drifting. (Y/N) was smart. She had obviously put two and two together, and she was currently composing a polite yet firm text dismissing him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The silence was maddening!

He shoved the bookmark back in the book, tossed it on the nightstand roughly, and got up from the bed to start pacing. Periodically, his hands would find their way into his wet locks, tugging ever so slightly.

After what seemed like the twentieth circuit around the bedroom, a soft buzzing came from the mattress top. Bucky rushed toward the bed and retrieved the device. He clutched it to his heaving chest before exhaling loudly.

Moment of truth, he thought.

He raised the phone to see the screen.

(Y/N) Hey, sorry! I must’ve dozed off while taking my bath.

(Y/N) Didn’t mean to leave you hanging!

A weight lifted from Bucky’s shoulders. She hadn’t purposely meant to ignore his text. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Bucky Don’t worry about it.

(Y/N) I guess I was more tired than I thought.

Bucky Should I let you go?

(Y/N) No, no...I can chat.

Bucky So, how was your day?

(Y/N) It was good. The subway was on time this morning. Timmons wasn’t too much of a pain in the ass, even though we are in the middle of putting together a huge, new account.

(Y/N) I had dinner with Robyn at Penelope to discuss centerpieces for the wedding.

Bucky held his breath as he watched the ellipses blink on his phone. This is it. This is where (Y/N) let him down easy.

(Y/N) Then, I came home to a hot bath and a bottle of wine.

Bucky reread the last text three times before it sank in that (Y/N) hadn’t mentioned anything about running into him. Maybe it really was okay.

(Y/N) Oh, and I met my first Avenger today.

There it was. That’s what Bucky had been waiting for. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and flapped slowly up to his chest. His thumbs gracelessly typed out his message.

Bucky Oh, yeah? Who’d you meet?

Bucky tried to calm his breathing as he anticipated (Y/N)’s reply.

(Y/N) It is was something like Bunky or Borky. The one with the metal arm.

Borky?!

Bucky You mean Bucky?

(Y/N) Yup. Thats the one!

Bucky Well…???

(Y/N) He was absolutely adorkable!

Bucky Adorkable? 🤔

What the hell does that even mean? Bucky wondered, gripping his phone a little tighter.

(Y/N) You know, adorable but dorky. Adorkable!

Bucky Oh.

(Y/N) He wouldn’t stop shaking my hand when my neighbor introduced us and he was just staring. he almost dropped my groceries all over the kitchen because he wouldn’t stop staring.

Bucky Wait, your neighbor knows an Avenger?

(Y/N) Pssh! Im pretty sure hes an avenger too!

Bucky What?!?! 😳 Which one???

Bucky’s heart started galloping as he read (Y/N)’s words. Did she know about Parker?

(Y/N) hes obviously spiderman

Oh, shit! She did.

Bucky How do you figure?

(Y/N) same height/build...ive listened to interviews with spiderman...sounds just like peter...he has an “internship” at stark industries...and i saw peter climbing up the side of our building once in the spiderman costume

(Y/N) spiderman is peter parker

(Y/N) dont tell anyone i told you though...its a secret

Bucky How much wine have you had, doll?

(Y/N) 1 or 2 glasses y?

Bucky chuckled at (Y/N)’s obliviousness. She was quite “adorkable” when she was drinking.

Bucky Your grammar has gone to shit, and you think your neighbor is Spider-Man.

(Y/N) grammar schwammer and he is

Bucky threw his head back in a full laugh. He was suddenly glad he took Steve’s advice and texted (Y/N). She really wasn’t bothered he’d made a fool of himself earlier. At least, not with a little wine in her.

(Y/N) Like borky, you should have seen borky barnes! he turned red as a tomato when he almost dropped my stuff...i think someone was smitten

Bucky’s stomach rolled when he noticed the subject change. She wasn’t going to let it go.

Bucky Can you blame him? I bet you’re cute as a button.

(Y/N) well obvi...i feel bad though...i kinda gave him a hard time for calling me ma’am...i regretted it the sec it happened...he kinda stormed out...i know i hurt his feelings

(Y/N) he was just being polite cuz you know- manners

Bucky What would you do if you saw him again?

Now was his chance to see where he stood. To know if he even had a fighting chance.

(Y/N) probably apologize profusely then ask him out for a cup of coffee

Bucky You’d ask him out for a cup of coffee?

(Y/N) y not? hes easy on the eyes and when those baby blues are locked on you-its hypnotizing

And just like that, Bucky knew he was back in the game.

10:37 pm- later that night

Bucky Hey, dipshit. (Y/N) knows you’re Spider-Man.

Parker

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Day 3: Siblings

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Mari had agreed to go to Gotham after Gina, Tom, and Sabine's funeral. And now I am sweating bullets, not for how she will react, oh no I am far more worried about how the boys will. Maybe having a civilian in the manor will curb some of their unsavory habits.

When I asked Mari and she agreed I could tell this was going to be eventful. She asked if she had any siblings.

"Biologically, legally, or emotionally?" I responded completely serious, "There is a difference."

She thought for a moment before saying "Legally because I already know I have a biological brother" she stated with a smile.

"How did you know that?" he asked her.

"DNA testing project for an ethnicity and ancestor report." Marinette said casually, "So how many siblings legally?" she pushed.

He sighed "Seven but it might as well be eleven with how often Barbara, Stephanie, Jon, and Roy are at the mansion."

"Can you tell me a bit about them. Maybe even the measurements!"

After he had given enough information to spur her creativity, Mari could only be described as a tempest of creative energy.

By the time we were to board the jet to Gotham there was a suitcase filled with only gifts, he had lost count after the sixth gift, but she still added some more. By the time they landed she had a rough idea of what she was getting herself into.

To his shock the boys hadn't tried to figure out where he was and that in itself was a blessing. The boys knew that she existed but were never interested in finding her and to quote Jason 'Save her from the insanity that surrounds this family.' Yet he was about to change that.

He had told Alfred that someone would be staying in the manor but to only leave a car at the airport and he would drive them in. Thank god at least one person listens to him.

The ride to the manor was silent conversation wise. But the constant scratching of a pencil as Mari designed inspired by Gotham's architecture filled the quiet.

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Before leaving Paris, Mari found out she has seven siblings, 1 biological and 6 adoptive and 4 practically siblings, she will have to figure that part out. Bruce told her all about them and got her their measurements and that includes the one of Bruce's butler/father figure and his fiancée Selina. So in one suitcase there were 13 individually wrapped gifts that even Bruce didn't know what they were. The Miracle box, disguised as a sewing caddy, was among her things, but the horse miraculous and Kaalki were in her purse along with Tikki.

Oh kwamii how am I going to keep this secret if I’m going to be in another country along with being in a house with more than a dozen other people.

Once touching down in Gotham she began sketching, one because she was nervous and two Gotham's architecture was gorgeous. She didn't even realize that they had arrived at the manor until the engine cut.

"Let's introduce you to everyone" Bruce stated with a sigh and a small smile. They left the bags in the car and walked up the steps. As they neared the door they heard it.

"Get back here Todd" one extremely angry voice sounded.

"Dick HELP ME" another voice yelled.

They opened the door and there was quite the scene. Who she believes is Damian is chasing, who she is mostly sure is Jason, with a... is that a katana? And who she is certain must be Dick is trying and failing to stop Damian. In fact he is now also being chased. She looks over and Bruce is sighing looking completely done and with someone next to him.

"Hello and welcome to Wayne Manor." the man states, Alfred if she had to guess.

"Hello Alfred I presume” Mari greets him.

“That would be correct Miss…” Alfred responds.

“Marinette. Um this normal?" Mari asks.

"Unfortunately” Bruce states in a resigned tone.

"Huh" is all she says as she formulates a plan. The boys haven't noticed them yet so that is a plus, but what to do. Then she got an idea so she sprang into action. She watched for any pattern in the chase and when she found one she hid. She was next to the stairs in the perfect position to pounce. By this time Bruce and Alfred were watching her curious to what she was planning. She never left her hiding spot, but when Damian paused to look for Dick and Jason near her she moved. She took the katana and replaced it with a bouquet of flowers and went back to standing between Bruce and Alfred still holding the blade.

"How did you?" Bruce questioned her but she just gave him a smirk and spoke loud enough to get not only Damian’s attention but Dick and Jason’s who were hiding behind the couch.

"I thought you didn't tell them I was coming and here is Damian with flowers. Or wait who is the lucky person?" This got everyone's attention in the manor, if it wasn’t already.

“What the?" Damian stared at the flowers in his hand, while Dick and Jason came out of hiding.

The three boys were looking between her, holding the katana Damian was previously chasing them with, and the flowers in Damians hand. Then they began to stare between her and Bruce before finally someone spoke, "Seriously Bruce another one" Jason, yup definitely Jason, was the first to respond.

"Nice to meet you too" Mari replied. When she looked at Bruce he was still in shock but was now sporting a smirk. "Jason right"

She was holding the katana in her left hand while pointing at Jason with her right hand, he was tall and his build was most like Bruce he had blue eyes and black hair but had a white streak in the front, he nodded acknowledging she was right.

She then continued "I'm going with Dick, right?" she moved on and the oldest, who again only nodded his head, he looked the most like Bruce with his black hair and blue eyes but he was leaner.

"And your Damian" she finished with those in the room, he had tanned skin and green eyes that were complemented by his black hair.

"Is that my katana?" Damian asked, his voice seemed to be a mixture of disbelief, anger, and dare she even say awe, and all eyes seemed to focus on the blade in her hand.

"Yes" She responds with a smile.

"Honestly Mari how did you do that?" Bruce asked her once again.

"You learn to take objects off of an Akuma if you get caught up in too many attacks." she shrugged. She moved towards Damian and handed back his sword. "I'm Marinette by the way."

"Seriously B your missing for two weeks with no notice and come back with your Daughter. Who I might add was able to take Demon spawns sword without him noticing. Why wouldn't you warn us you were coming back with her! Or I don’t know going to find her at all!” Another person walked out into the hallway. Honestly he seemed ready to fall asleep and was holding a huge cup of coffee, he then turned towards me. He also had blue eyes and black hair but it was the longest of the boys. "I'm Tim, nice to finally meet you" he stated with a smile before turning back to Bruce with a slight frown.

At Tim's appearance and statement Jason and Dick burst into confused screams and wild gestures in Dick’s case, while Damian stood there analyzing her before giving a nod of his head. Bruce looked done but it was Alfred who spoke. "Perhaps it would be best to discuss this over lunch along with everyone else?"

"That would be best. Thank you Alfred." Bruce responded. "In the meantime why don't we you get settled."

With that Bruce and her walked back to the car to get her bags. Jason and Dick followed them out, and helped to get her things. Alfred led the five to a room where she began to put things away, only Jason stayed to help her finish her task.

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The day had started as normally as any other in Wayne Manor, but no one, and I mean no one was ready for this tiny little french teen with the biggest blue eyes to get the drop on any of them. Let alone be able to take Demon Spawns sword without him noticing.

To say Jason was intrigued was an understatement. Seriously how did she do that, because he sure as hell isn't believing that excuse, like what the hell is an akuma attack. Bruce, Dick, and I helped her bring her bags into the room Alfred prepared. He was the only one who stayed to help her. One because if she could get the drop on the Demon then he had to win her over as a pranking ally. Two she was his sister now and he isn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be.

While helping her set up her room he found it, it was a suitcase filled with wrapped boxes. Now if she is my sister then let the blackmail material begin, but not without some teasing thrown into the mix.

"What's with the presents in the case Bluebell," Jason asked, throwing in a nickname to see if Marinette would have any type of a reaction. Because who packs presents unless it was a distraction or trying to hide something.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a smirk and heat tilt. Well not the reaction he had hoped for.

"So what was that thing you said archery attack was it?" this got a reaction, but not one he was expecting.

"You don't know about the akuma attacks?" she was a mix of fear and surprise and he was unsure how he was supposed to react to that. Lucky for him as he was about to speak Tim and Dick came in and told them lunch was ready.

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Jason not knowing about akuma attacks was odd and she didn't know how to react to his question. He was about to respond but Dick and Tim came in, and told them lunch was ready. They walked into the dinning room and inside were too many faces. She recognized Bruce and Damian. Tim, Dick, and Jason walked in with her.

"We're here" Dick dramatically announced, and all of a sudden all eyes were on her.

"OMG she is so cute!" a blonde yelled "Are we sure she is yours Bruce."

"Yes Stephanie. I am sure" Bruce answered almost amused. "Why don't you introduce yourself before you suffocate her."

"Ya, Ya," she waved him off "I'm Stephanie Brown" she stated as she continued to hug her.

The introductions included Stephanie, Cassandra or she said Cass, Duke, Roy, Barbara, Selina, and Jon. During lunch they asked her about herself she stayed in the realm of civilian, but Jason again brought up the akuma attacks so she explained a bit about the Paris situation and referred to them to Aurore's blog 'BugOut'.

She figured out the meaning of her practically siblings

Jon was Damian's best friend as Roy was Jason's because of this they spent large amounts of time with the family . The blonde who tackled her, Stephanie, was dating Tim and Barbara was a close family friend to everyone.

Afterwards she ended up giving everyone their gifts and Damian challenged her to a spar. The fact that no one, except Bruce having a partial reason, had any idea why she could hold her own was priceless. Seriously everyone's jaw was on the floor and Bruce looked like he was plotting something but it seemed to quickly leave his thoughts. All in all it was a good first day with her new family.

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