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redstarwriting · 10 months

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his girl | v. a sweeter song

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader | miles morales x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: language, spoilers (!), probably bad spanish, mentions of stab wounds, mentions of death, dead parents, mentions of blood, arguments

a/n: i love elaborating on things and tying everything together! it’s so fun :) i hope you all enjoy this chapter, it was fun to write and hopefully the story is still ✨captivating✨ to everyone reading. enjoy, y’all 🖤

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42 Miles frowns at you. “What? Why would I help him?” You roll your eyes. “Because he helped the love of your life not die. He’s also you! Isn’t that a good enough reason?” you snap, and he sighs. He looks at other Miles, frowning. “He has things I would kill to have, and you just expect me to help him go back to that? When you and I have to stay here and suffer all the time?” he asks, clearly upset. “He doesn’t have everything, Miles.”

“You know he can hear both of you?” Miles says, and you both look over at him. “Look, man, I get that you don’t want to help me. And that’s fine. I can do it myself. Just tell me, do you have Alchemax on this world?” 42 Miles and Aaron glance at each other before looking at Miles. There was, in fact, an Alchemax in this world. It’s where Aaron and Miles just were. See, Kingpin needed Miles to steal a certain piece of equipment so he could build a collider of some sort, but he wasn’t revealing all the details to the two of them. But 42 Miles is starting to suspect this Miles might be able to do something with whatever Kingpin was making. Which is equally as alarming, because tech like that has the potential to level the city if used wrong. And something tells him the earthquakes they’ve been experiencing has something to do with it, too. “Why?”

“I need to go there. Like I said, I don’t need your help. I can do what I need to do without you.”

“No, Miles. He’s gonna help you. Right?” you say, and 42 Miles sighs. “Mi amor, por qué? He just said he could handle it, didn’t he?” he asks, slightly annoyed. “Miles. You remember when you pissed me off really bad that one time? When you first became the Prowler, and I knew you were keeping something from me, but you refused to tell me?”

“I was just tryna keep you safe, (Y/n),” he says, and you shake your head. “I know the reasoning, it’s a stupid reasoning. And when you left me alone that one time, I was done, right?” you ask, and Miles looks at you with a frown. “Yeah.”

“Well, that’s what that Miles is going through right now. I’m not talking to him. You remember how much that sucked for both of us, don’t you?” 42 Miles frowns.

It did suck. It was before the two of you were dating, but both of you were clearly in love at the time. From your perspective, he kept disappearing on you, arriving to hang out only to apologize and say he had to go 5 minutes into it. Barely texting back when you reached out to him. You would see his location pinging in various places throughout the night. You were worried for him.

It was right after his dad died. You’d figured he’d gotten involved with the Cartel in some way to put himself and his family off their radar now that his dad was gone, but you couldn’t help but worry. Especially because there would be times when you went to see him, and he would have a split lip or a black eye. One time his arm was wrapped up, but you could see dried blood that seeped into the outside of it.

“Miles, what the hell is going on? This is the fourth time this week you canceled on me!” you say, frustrated that he looked at his phone and saying he had to go not even 15 minutes into the movie thee two of you agreed to watch in his room, curled up together in his bed and staring at his laptop. “(Y/n/n), I’m sorry, I just have to go do something,” he says, trying to keep it as vague as possible. You scoff. “You always have to go do something. When is the something you have to do gonna be hang out with me?” you ask, and he sighs. “That is something I have to do, too, but you don’t understand–”

“Then tell me, Miles! I’m so sick of this! You always say I don’t understand but when I ask you never say shit!” you exclaim, and Miles huffs. “Maybe cause even if I said, you ain’t gonna understand, (Y/n)! Ever think of that?!” he says, frustrated now too. He’s just trying to protect you from the shit he has to do now. You don’t need to know what’s going on, you just need to sit there, look pretty, let him buy you shit, and, above everything, stay fucking safe. “You’re so fucking frustrating, Miles,” you say, and he rolls his eyes. “Whatever, (Y/n).”

“Whatever?! Miles! Just tell me what the fuck is up with you!” you growl, and he frowns. “I can’t, (Y/n)! I can’t fucking tell you so just shut the fuck up about it and let me do what I gotta do to provide for you,” he snaps, and you shake your head. “I don’t need you to provide for me.”

“Yes. You do. You do, mamá do, mi tío do, all of you do. And I can. And I do,” he says, and you glare at him. “Have you ever considered I don’t need you to just provide money, Miles? Materialistic shit isn’t the only thing in the world that fucking matters,” you hiss, and he frowns. “Just fucking suck it up, (Y/n). We can watch the stupid movie when I get back.”

You laugh.

“No. You can watch the stupid movie when you get back. I’m done with you. I’m done with this,” you say, your voice colder than Miles has ever heard it directed toward him. “Yeah, okay. Sure, (Y/n),” he says, walking out of his room and out of the apartment. Rio wasn’t home, as she was busy at the hospital. And Miles still to this day doesn’t realize how you stayed in his room, crying from worry and a minor heartbreak thinking this was the end for the two of you. He was feeling the same way you were. But he pushed his feelings aside, putting himself in a blissful ignorance of thinking you wouldn’t actually keep your word. That he’d come home and see you curled up on his bed, passed out, and he’d have to wake you up and walk you to your home. Aaron always says he was particularly brutal that night, but he just used the fighting as a distraction against his conflicted feelings that very obviously would not leave the forefront of his mind.So he doesn’t really remember it all that much.

What he does remember is coming home to find his bed empty.

Frustrated, he threw one of his pillows across his room. You were supposed to be here. He was supposed to shake you awake, slinging his arm around you as he guided your tired frame back home. But you weren’t. And you weren’t there the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. And when Miles texted you, you wouldn’t respond. Every time he would try to go to your place, you would quietly say “Stop, Miles.”

It crushed him.

He started going on more missions, improving his approach as the Prowler and getting on Kingpin’s good side to the point where he never tried to figure out who the kid behind the mask was. All he needed to know was that he worked with Aaron Davis. Being trained by Aaron Davis. After all, at this point only an idiot would oppose the Cartel, so he figured the Prowler wasn’t and never would be a threat.

It went on for a month.

And during that month Miles was trying desperately to talk to you. But you kept brushing him off. It was pissing him off, but what pissed him off more was realizing the way you were slowly breaking down in front of him. You didn’t smile as much, you looked a mess, and all he wanted to do was hug you. It was then that Miles started to piece his feelings together. Rio pointed it out to him, and he was in denial about it. “Mijo, you like her,” she would say, and he would shake his head. “Mamá I like her as a friend. Nothing else.”

“¿Cómo crié a un hijo tan estúpido?” she mumbled walking away as Miles started arguing to her that he wasn’t stupid and that she raised a very smart son.

Then, the incident happened.

It was the first time he ended up in the hospital from his new gig. And it was the first time you talked to him. The end of the two of you talking resulted in the two of you confessing. He was lying in a hospital bed, looking up at your swollen eyes from your tears, and he realized that you were the single most beautiful thing in this world. And that he missed you terribly. His heart ached as he heard your shaky voice. “I’m sorry, Miles.”

“What you saying sorry for?” he mutters, using all his strength to lift his hand and wipe a tear away. You grab his hand, holding onto it like he was the only thing keeping you anchored to the world. “If anyone should be saying sorry, it’s me, (Y/n/n).”

“No, I’m the one who–”

“(Y/n). Mi amor. Mi vida. Mi luna. Don’t be saying no bullshit. You had every right to not talk to me for as long as you did. I shoulda told you what was up, and I will… just… not here,” he mutters, and you sniffle. “Tu amor?”

“Sí, mi amor,” he wipes another tear from your face. “Your life?”

“You’re the only reason I survived this. I couldn’t leave you here, alone. You’re everything, you kept me here. I fought to stay here for you,” he whispers, and you tear up for a different reason now. “Tu luna?”

“Mi luna bonita,” he smiles softly, gently rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. “Tú eres mi amor, mi vida, mi luna, y mi felicidad. Te amo, (Y/n).” You stare at him with a watery smile on your face. “Te amo, Miles,” you whisper, and he gently pulls your face down, the two of you sharing a long overdue kiss.

42 Miles sighs, glancing over at 1610 Miles. Thinking about that time is never easy, though the thought of your lips on his for that first time always makes a warmth spread throughout his chest. “Don’t be the bad guy they’re trying to make you be, Miles. That’s not you. It never has been, and it never will be,” you say, and he looks at you, then at Miles again. He nods.

“Fine,” he begrudgingly agrees, and you smile at him. “Gracías, mi amor,” you say, and he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Tío, can you call mamá? Tell her that (Y/n) needs urgent medical attention and make sure she gets it?” he asks, and Aaron nods. “Yeah. I gotchu, little man,” Aaron says, pulling his phone out. “When I get this knife out of my shoulder, I’m going with you,” you say, and the two boys snap their heads in your direction. “No.”

“Absolutely not,” they say at the same time, and you sigh. “But–”

“Baby, you need to rest. You ain’t coming,” he says, and you frown. “How do I know you won’t just kill each other.”

“Killing ain’t his style, amor,” 42 Miles says, thinking back to the fight. None of the people Miles took down looked dead. Just unconscious. “But it’s yours,” you say, and he shakes his head. “If I wanted him dead, he’d be dead by now. Like you said. He saved your life. Which means he saved mine. I’ll help and then get back to you as soon as I can,” he says, and you nod. “Please stay safe. Both of you.”

“We will be, mi vida. Promise,” Miles says, leaning over and kissing you softly. Miles watches with an aching in his chest. He wants this. He wants you. He can’t believe it took him traveling to a different universe to realize just how much you meant to him. As soon as he gets home, he needs to find you and apologize. Then he needs to stop Spot, save his dad, and tell you how he really feels about you. All in a day’s work for Spider-Man. As long as you accept his apology and love him back.

“Tío, take her back home, please,” Miles asks, and he nods. “You want me to put her on the couch or in your bed?”

“My bed. She’ll be comfortable there and then when I get back, she won’t have to move from that spot for a couple days,” Miles says, and you grin. “Does that mean I get unlimited cuddles?”

“Yes. Obviously,” Miles says with a scoff, and you smile. “Yay.”

“Sorry, but won’t her parents be alarmed that she’s staying at your place for that long? Like, I know they’re cool with her staying over and everything… but that’s a little excessive… wouldn’t you say?” 1610 Miles asks, and you frown slightly. “My parents are dead, Miles. Ms. Morales is my legal guardian until I turn 18,” you mumble, and Miles’ heart drops. Your parents? His dad? Who else is dead that he cares about on this world. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Miles,” you say, and 42 Miles nods slightly. “There’s no way you could have known,” he says. Miles still feels terrible, but you just give him a small smile as Aaron walks over, picking you up. “It was nice meeting you, Miles,” you say, and Miles nods. “It was nice talking to you,” he says, and you giggle. “I can imagine. Don’t fuck it up, alright?” you say to him, and he nods. “I won’t. Not this time, at least.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon, amor. I love you,” you say, and Miles kisses your knuckles. “I love you, (Y/n). I’ll be home in no time,” he says, and Aaron carries you out of his apartment.

After a few moments, 42 Miles turns to look at 1610 Miles. The two of them stare at each other in a silence before 42 Miles sighs.

“Let’s get you home, man.”

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lovefks · 10 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲?—𝖬𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖮‘𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

❬ ❛ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ❜ ❭ getting creepy love letters isn’t normal, but finding out why it was written is even creepier.

❬ ❛ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ❜ ❭ Angst, kinda fluff(?) 763wc

Again,

A new letter, again.

Ever since you started working with the spider society, you’ve gotten love letters(?).

Well you don’t exactly know if those letters are love letter; they are write in Spanish and well; you can’t speak or read Spanish.

There are so many Spider-People who can speak Spanish, it literally could be anyone.

The first letter was on your desk, you first thought it was for the wrong person because Spanish wasn’t your language. You went to one of your Spanish speaking Spider friends and asked if they could translate it.

Mi dulzura, mis ojos se bendicen cada vez que te veo. aunque no sea la primera vez; bueno, no es la primera vez para mí...

(My sweetness, my eyes get blessed every time I see you. even though it’s not the first time; well the first time for me…)

That was a very strange letter. ‘Who she’s me for the first time but it wasn’t the first time?’

It took you a while to get that translated. You thought about that letter for so long and tried to figure out what it could mean.

The letters got more strange after a while;

Mi dulzura, sé que no me conoces, que no me conociste en tu universo porque me alejaron de ti... pero te miro, te necesito, te deseo; en todos los sentidos.

(My sweetness, I know you don’t know me, you didn’t met me in your universe because I was taken away from you.. but I watch you, I need you, I want you; in every way.)

“Ya coño! y/n! fucking daydreaming and stop the anomaly!” The stern voice of Miguel O’Hara yelled through your ear-microphone. ‘He’s always so grumpy, I don’t think he likes me’

🕸️🧛|

“That was so fucking stupid of you y/n! You almost got yourself killed! eso fue tan estúpido!” Ye yelled while walking around angrily.

It probably was your fault, you got distracted by those letters that you neglect your job. “Look, I am sorry Miguel, but some weird things are happening and it distracts me from everything” regret and fear was heard in your voice.

Miguel could obviously hear that fear but decided to ignore it. “Well it’s not exactly my fault is it!? You are so estúpido, mi dulzura” he said while rolling his eyes.

Mi dulzura

Mi dulzura!

But this doesn’t make any sense!? How could Miguel?-

No. it had to be a confusion, it couldn’t be Miguel he wouldn’t-

“I need to go, it’s an emergency!” He yelled and jumped into a portal To whatever dimension he had to go.

‘This is perfect’ you thought.

‘Swap’ now on his platform trying to open his screens which where password saved. Obviously.

IAmRude123

IHateEveryone1234

IAmTheOnlyRealSpiderMan2099

None of those worked. ‚Damn it‘ you whispered.

GabriellaMyLove2099

„You are now logged in“

‚That’s not lyla‘ you thought

There where so many folders, you had do idea where to look; that was until you came across a folder named

Gabriella & y/n

You frowned. What could that be? Why did Miguel has a folder with your name on it? Why would he have such a folder?

You clicked on the folder and a big amount of videos showed up. You clicked on the first video.

„Papá no!“ the little voice of Gabriella giggled.

On the video is Miguel tickling Gabriella while someone is filming.

„Mamá tell pap-pap-papá to stop“ she now giggled even more. Then the camera got turned around and it showed-

You.

Miguel came behind the camera and out his arm around your shoulder, then he grabbed your face and kissed you on the lips. „Mi dulzura“ he murmured against your lips.

„ugh! No no“ Gabriellas small joking voice came from behind the camera.

„No I wanna kiss your mamí-„

No.

You stopped the video immediately.

This couldn’t be… how could this be?

You knew how the Spider-Verse worked, but you would have never thought that Miguel and you-

But now it all makes sense!

„Mi dulzura, sé que no me conoces, que no me conociste en tu universo porque me alejaron de ti...-„

(My sweetness, I know that you don't know me, that you didn't know me in your universe because they took me away from you...)

It made sense now.

You watched some more videos, it were all video of you, well not you, playing with Gabriella, kissing Miguel, cuddling with both of them.

Even making love with Miguel-

It was all too much to take, how could he-

„Oh so now you finally found out, Mi dulzura“

Oh no.

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watsittoyah · 10 months

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, rough sex, fang play, claws kink, size kink, breeding kink, some over stimulation, major begging (female) and web bondage (shibari?)

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate and spanishdict to help…)

Chapter 9- And the puzzles fall into place..

Miguel has been very tense lately, which was making you tense. You figured he was feeling tense due to the green goblin incident.

Your only clue was when you asked him about it, he had simply snapped his pen in half, causing ink to spill on his paperwork.

So you were planning a little day trip with Miguel to help him relax. It was set in motion for Saturday morning, but as of right now you were going to cook him a meal and help him unwind.

You were at his apartment door, with Tupperware of food. When he answered, he looked like he hadn’t slept. “Amor, what are you doing here?” He ushers you inside and you kiss him on his stubbled cheek.

“I am here to feed you. You’ve been coming in late and don’t think I don’t notice. I’ve been keeping tabs on Spider-Man. You had prevented a helicopter from crashing last night.”

At the mention of that he looked pissed. “Whoa, did I say something wrong?” He shakes his head as he takes the food from you and places it in his kitchen. “No, soy sólo…promise not to get upset?”

“All depends, Miguel. What am I not getting upset about?” He sighs and he rubs his eyes. “The Green Goblin showed up last night. They had baited me, which now thinking about it I should’ve known better. And I’m lucky no one got killed. Si hubiera sabido que era una trampa, no habría seguido a ese hijo de puta.”

“Miguel, baby. I know Spanish but please english.” You tell him as you see he is really riled up. He closes his eyes and nods. “Sorry, amor. So anyways the helicopter, it was holding someone important inside or so I thought. When I had finally stopped it from falling out of the sky, I had opened the doors expecting to see the person but no, it was a note and a fucking pumpkin. Esa maldita calabaza estúpida!”

He smacks the counter making you jump because with his claws he left huge scratch marks. “W…what was on the note?” You ask him. He gives a dark chuckle. “It said, next time I won’t leave just a trick. I’ll give you a treat. I had to grab the pumpkin and throw it into the Britannia river. It was only a bomb, no toxins this time but still. How could I be so stupid!”

You walk over to him and rub his back to soothe him. “You didn’t know, but you will for next time. Alright let’s talk, what do you know about this Green Goblin? Maybe talking about it will help you calm down some and we can bounce ideas off of each other.” He nods as he leans against his counter.

“So far, all I know is that this beast has a flare for blowing things up, and they are into Halloween a little too much for me.”

“Well in my perspective, I remember them gliding on something…they could be into tech? Maybe they have a large amount of money or stole the money. They have some knowledge in toxins. And they have a flare dramatics.”

“The thing that’s bothering me the most of about this green goblin is how do they know where to strike. They always seem to attack when I’m in the area.”

“Wouldn’t that be funny if you had a secret admirer?” You joke. Miguel doesn’t even crack a smile. “Yeesh touchy crowd. How about you make some notes on this big bad, and when you’re done let’s eat. I made curry chicken, with fluffy white rice and if you’re not full, I made some sweet potato pie.”

Miguel rubs his stomach. “I’ll make the notes later. Right now let’s eat I am starving.” You pat his stomach and smile. “Alright, now when you eat make sure you don’t pass out.”

After you two were done eating, you were enjoying each others company on the couch while watching a movie. “Baby?”

“Yes, princesa?” He look over at you and you sit up. “Can I steal a bit of your morning tomorrow?” You ask as you pull the blankets over the two of you. “Of course, pero porque mi amor?”

“Well, it’s more of a gift from me to you. I know your jobs both as a scientist and hero can be stressful, so I have a secret activity for us to do. It might not be fancy but it’s calming and you can let Spider-Man get a break. How does that sound?”

“Eso suena como el cielo.” Miguel says as he pulls you onto his lap.

You nuzzle up close to him and you give a nod. “Well you better be up and at it tomorrow morning. I want to get on the road with as little traffic as possible. Do you mind if I sleep here tonight? Erica and Denis are having a date night at the apartment.”

“No need to ask, you know I love it when you sleep over. How about we get to bed? I don’t know about you but I don’t want a crook in my neck.” As you two get ready for bed, you and Miguel were in the bathroom brushing your teeth while he was washing his face. You look over at Miguel’s bare torso and frown a little.

He has so many scars and bruises you can’t help but close the distance between you two and kiss the one on his shoulder. “Just a scratch, amor. I’ll heal.” He says with a sleepy grin. “That’s not the point, Miguel. All of these scars, no wonder you’re tired. You’re practically carrying Nueva York on your back.”

“I’d carry heaven and hell on my back if it meant to keep you safe, Tommie.” He places his hand on your cheek and he kisses your forehead. You sigh because you know once he gets this way there’s no talking him out of it. “Alright princesa, it is time for bed.” He scoops you up and leads you to the bedroom.

He places you in bed and you turn off his lamp on his nightstand. Soon after he crawls into bed next to you and pulls you in close. “Have I told you how much I am in love with you, Tommie Valentine?”

“Oh this must be serious, you’re using my first and last name.” You tease as you rub your hand against another one of his bruises. “I am serious, amor. You know sometimes I think about the future. I think about us married and happy. And sometimes…I think about not being Spider-Man.”

You look at his pretty hazel eyes in the dim moonlight and rub your thumbs against his cheeks. “Whether you’re Spider-Man or just Miguel O’Hara the scientist, I would still be proud and love you…and I’d marry you.”

A huge grin breaks out across Miguel’s face. “You’d marry me?” You nod thinking why would that even be a question? “Of course, you know sometimes if I’m just sitting there, I can picture this pretty red diamond wedding ring on my finger.” Miguel was quiet for a while and you notice he was just staring at your hand.

“Mi corazón en forma humana.” He whispers. “What does that mean again?” You ask him. “I’ll tell you some other time. Now let’s get to sleep, Spider-Man is getting a day off tomorrow.” You don’t argue. Instead you lay down and close your eyes, dreaming about a wedding that you swear you’ve seen before.

•••

“Amor, where are we-watch out for that ardilla!” You swerve avoiding the squirrel and you roll your eyes. “Miguel, you act as if I can’t drive. I am an excellent driver.”

“Dile eso a los animales.” He mutters. “Hey! I heard that!” You make a turn and Miguel does a praying motion with his hands. “Where are we going? I’m asking for the sake of the animals.” Miguel asks as you drive up to an empty parking lot.

“The animals will be fine, and we are here. Come on, help me get the cooler and the poles please.” You get out of the car and Miguel grabs the cooler while you make sure the fishing poles are secured.

“I didn’t take you as the fishing type, amor.” You shrug. “I fished a lot with my mom. She said she would get her best ideas out on the water. Now the spot she’d take me is in CT, and since we aren’t there, I figured this spot would be second best.”

You walk down to the water and place the fishing poles down. “I’ll go grab the chairs.” You offer. “No need, I’ll grab them.” Miguel webs his way back to the car and when he gets back you had your hands on your hips. “Què?” He asks as he lands. “It’s Spider-Man’s day off remember? So that means no web slinging.”

Miguel looks at you and shrugs. “Forgive me, I will behave.” He sets the chairs up for you and you straighten out your jeans as you place the bait on the hooks. You hand Miguel a pole as you get yours and you cast out your line.

When you sit down you inhale the cool air and sigh. “When I was…six. I had went on this fishing trip with my parents. I was scared because my mom said when she was little she would catch fish as big as a dog. For some reason in my head I thought those fish were going to eat me. Funny I know. But I had the best time. I even caught three fish that day.” You say looking over at Miguel.

He looked like he was thinking. “The one time I went fishing it was with my sperm-father, and my little brother. That was the only day I can say I had fun with my father. We had caught this trout that was twice the size as me and Gabriel. My father had told me that if there is one thing an O’Hara can do, it’s provide for their family. Funny how he taught us that and he was still un pedazo de mierda.”

“Alright let’s not think about the past, let’s focus on catching some fi-” Miguel’s line flicks and he reels in whatever he just caught. “Alright!” He cheers as he feels in a bass. “That’s good baby, you caught something great.” You say feeling a bit jealous, because you wanted to catch something.

“I’m going to let it go. It’s a mother, I can tell from the egg sack.” Miguel gently takes the fish off of the hook and puts it back in the water.

“I can’t wait to see what you catch, amor. I bet it’ll be huge.” Miguel says with encouragement. “Yeah, huge.” You reply as you sit forward hoping for a bite. Miguel flicks out his line again and several minutes later he gets another bite.

You side eye him as he gets excited. “Come on fishes, what’s a girl to do to get a bite? At least a little nibble?” You mutter to yourself. “Amor do you need any help?”

“No, I got it. I got this. It’s just fish, fish that I haven’t caught yet.” You mutter as you wait for a bite. “I can help you, you know.” You cut your eyes at him and he looks away. “O tal vez no.”

You get a tug on your line and you reel it in. “Come to mama. Come on baby, come on.” You get the fish out of the water and your smile immediately vanishes. On your hook was the smallest fish you ever did see. “Miguel O’Hara if you laugh don’t expect me to come over your place for a week.” You say taking the tiny fish off of your hook and tossing them back. “I wasn’t going to say anything, amor.”

“But? I know you want to say but.” You ask as you get cast your line out. “But maybe I can help you out? I don’t want you to be angry. This is suppose to be relaxing.”

“I got it, just let me get a hang of this…anyways speaking of things I can’t stand, remember when I went to Trenton with Mr Stark? Well we had made a stop for his meeting with Mr D’Angelo and tell me why Dana pops up there? I don’t know about you but the girl seems obsessed.” You look over at Miguel and his jaw was clenched. “What did she say to you?”

“She was being fake, talking about how she had too many drinks, so that’s why she acted the way she did. She even apologized but I’m still calling that bullshit. Oh! She had the nerve to invite us to some event dinner for next month. But I told her that we would be unavailable.”

“You know she’s going to do everything in her power to make sure we attend, right?” You shrug. “Baby, the ancestors could say accept the invitation, we are not going.”

“Be on the look out, Dana will use her resources to make it impossible to miss this event. I wonder why she wants us there.”

“I don’t know, but the thought of her being in the same room as you makes me want to vomit. Still can’t believe you dated that snake even if it was one date.”

“Amor, please don’t remind me.” Miguel groans as you feel a large tug. “Whoa! This is a big one I can feel it.” You try to reel in the fish, but it feels like it’s going to snap the pole.

“Oh no, come on…please don’t b-” And just like that your pole snaps. You just stare in silence and when Miguel makes an attempt to speak you raise a hand. “Don’t…just please don’t.” You take the last piece of your pole and just sit in your chair.

“Am-” You raise a hand to tell him not to speak and you just dig into the cooler and grab out a peanut butter sandwich.

Miguel stabs his pole into the dirt and he stands up. He crouches down behind you and lets his chin rest on your shoulder. “Miss Valentine, are you upset?” You take a hard bite out of your sandwich. “Nope, I’m relaxing.”

“Doesn’t look that way.” You huff, eating your sandwich and he stands up and he walks so he’s standing in front of you. “Ven a sentarte conmigo.” He says as he gently pulls you up. You pout but you follow him back to his chair.

“Miguel this chair has a weight limit. It won’t hold the both of us.” You point out as he pulls you onto his lap. “Nonsense, mi amor. We will be fine. Now look out onto the calm waters and tell me what you see.”

“Water, more water and that punk ass fish that broke my fishing pole.” You tell him. He laughs at your answer and wraps his arms around you. “Well I see, calm waters. A beautiful sky, and an amazing woman with a pout on her face.”

“But the fish broke my pole.” You whine to him. “I know baby girl. And I’ll buy you another one. But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment alone. We have no interruptions, no bosses calling, it’s just you…and me.” Miguel says as he places his hands on your thighs.

“Miguel, I know I didn’t pack three poles, so what is that?” You say as you feel his dick press against your ass. “Oh I think you know what that is. And if it was a pole, then I just got a lucky catch.” He says as he kisses the side of your neck.

You position yourself on his lap so that you can feel his reaction through your jeans and you slowly start to hump him. “Niña traviesa, you just don’t care if someone catches us like this do you?” He reaches under your shirt and he pinches your nipples.

“T…then I’ll be careful.” You moan out. Miguel chuckles against your neck and he coos you as you moan a bit louder. “That’s it, make yourself feel good. Show me how you want to come.” You stop for a second and you undo your pants.

“What are you doing, amor?” He asks as you turn and pull his pants down a bit to release his hardening dick. “I’m showing you how I want to come.” You face the water as you position yourself above him and he gets a hold of your hips. “Guide it in, mi corazón.” Miguel says as you rub your clit against the head of his dick.

You ease down and once he’s inside you still. “This is good, Tommie. If…if someone comes up, it’ll look like we’re just looking at the water, instead of just fucking each other in this chair.” Miguel starts moving his hips up and you lean forward getting balance on his knees.

You really start to get into it but you two hear a car in the distance. Miguel grabs you up and he webs the two of you into a tree top. He balances you against him and a tree.

“Seems like we’re going to have some company soon. But that shouldn’t stop us from having fun, cierto mi amor?” Miguel has you balanced on a thick tree branch and you feel him grind inside of you. “M…Miguel, I s…said no Spider-man powers.” You moan out as you feel the excitement of someone possibly catching you two up in the trees.

“Oh, chingados…mi amor. Why did you clench like that? Don’t tell me you’re turned on at the thought of someone catching us? Mmm, I bet you’re imagining it now. Someone just happening to look up and see your guts being rearranged.” Miguel grips your ass as he thrusts in slow and deep, causing you to grip the tree.

“Please don’t stop. Please keep going.” Miguel slaps your ass and leans in so he’s deeper. “Say it in Spanish, mami.” Miguel says as he grips the back of your shirt. “Por favor no te detengas, Miguel.” You moan out as you look back at him.

He grabs a hold of your chin and he kisses you deeply. “La buena niña, now throw it back for daddy. Show me that you know how to fuck me back.”

You grip the tree trunk and just as he asks you throw it back on him, causing him to bite his shirt and slap your ass. He grunts and you look forward seeing two men setting up their stuff on the other side of the lake.

Miguel yanks your hair back causing a yelping moan. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not sharing, and they can’t fucking watch. You’re all mine, Tommie. All fucking mine.” He starts pounding into you quickly and you moan out that you don’t know what he’s talking about with a smirk on your face.

“Parezco estúpida? I bet you’d love for them look up right now and watch you getting fucked. They’d probably want to join but that will never happen, do you hear me?” Miguel slides out of you and he turns you around so you’re looking at him only.

He grips your throat and you feel his claws slightly dig in. You smile at him and that makes his roughly slide into you. “You love smiling? You just love fucking smiling. Te daré algo por lo que sonreír.” He lets your throat go and he takes your wrists and pins them above your head.

With his webbing he makes your wrists stay in place and he pins your legs apart, also webbing them in place. Miguel pounds deeply into you and you let out loud groan but he places a hand over your mouth. “Not fucking smiling now, are we, amor? Fuck your little cunt feels so good and tight. I might have to just breed you while we’re up here. Is that what you want, princesa? Do you want to have my babies?” He moves his hand from your mouth so you can answer him.

“Yes baby, I d…do. I want your babies, I want to have your babies.” He covers your mouth again and he pounds into you, making you feel sex drunk. “That’s too bad, when you’re my good girl, I’ll give you my babies. But for now you only get this dick deep in this little pussy. I bet it tastes good, don’t you want a taste?” You nod as your eyes roll back.

Miguel slides out of you and he balances so he’s on his knees. He spreads your pussy lips wide and he flicks his tongue fast against your clit. You jerk from his movement and you want to fuck his face, but he has you webbed down to the tree.

He shakes his head fast as he slides two fingers inside of you and you start seeing stars as you squirt. He sucks your lips and clit all together causing you to squirm and jerk. “Baby, baby…” You beg as you pull at the webbing.

He looks up at you and his ruby red eyes seem glisten with happiness. “What’s the matter, Tommie? Is this too much for you? I thought you wanted a taste?” Miguel stands up towering over you and he brings his slick wet fingers to your lips. You open your mouth and suck his fingers, moaning.

“Look at that, such an obedient lover you are. Sucking daddy’s fingers dry. But don’t worry, I’ll get something else soaked.” Before you could think, Miguel was back inside of you pounding without mercy. Your head lolls back against the tree and you feel yourself about to come again.

“No te rindas ahora, princesa. I know you can take this dick, just like those other times.” He grips the tree getting deep as he thrusts. He puts his thumb against your swollen clit and you shake as you come once more.

Miguel growls as he come deep inside of you. He kisses you on your lips and where his claws had gripped. “I’m sorry, amor. You just know how to bring the beast out of me.” Miguel uses his claws to cut you out of the webbing and you manage to pull your pants back up as you sag against him.

“I got you, Tommie.” He says as he holds you up. You both see the two men starting to pack up and leave, which was a good thing because Miguel lands with you in his arms and he sets you down.

You sit down in your chair as you catch your breathe and Miguel takes his line out of the water. “I don’t know about you but, that helped me relax.” Miguel comments. You look at him and shake your head chuckling. “You are a mess.”

“No amor, I made the mess inside of you.” That comment caused the both of you to burst out laughing. “Alright, well now that we made a mess, let’s get back to these fish. I’m going to get a big one. Just watch.” You tell Miguel as you get his pole. He simply walks over and he help you out. “How about we catch some together?” You nod at that and for the rest of the morning you and Miguel relaxed as the fish kept biting on the hook.

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If there was one thing you knew about your work life, you knew that Mr Stark loved to make a good impression.

When he peeked into your office, you were reading over some emails and making sure Mr Stark wasn’t double booked. “Miss Valentine?” He asks as he knocks on your door frame.

“Yes Mr Stark sir?” You look away from the computer screen for a moment. “It has come to my attention that the D’Angelo family will be hosting a dinner at Le Rose next month.”

“Yes, I heard about that. I hope you and Mrs Stark have a great time there.” You say as you type a few words down. “We will and I have been told that Mr D’Angelo’s daughter had invited you as well.” Your fingers freeze over the keys. “Yes but I won’t be able to attend. I’m sure with the paper work and it’s getting close to being our busiest part of the season.”

“Nonsense, I’m sure you can come to the dinner. This is a perfect opportunity to show the other guests that this company has what it takes for social events. I will see you there.” He says smiling as he leaves your office.

You grind your teeth so hard it’s a shock they didn’t turn into dust. You dial Miguel immediately and he answers on the third ring. “Hola amor, give me a second I’m just checking on these incubated eggs.” He puts you on hold for a second and when he gets back on the phone you let him know what’s wrong.

“So Mr Stark basically is saying I have to go to that dinner next month all because he wants to look good in front of people. Well he is going to be disappointed when I round house that girl across her head.”

“Amor, amor. Cálmate.” You look at your phone. “I am calm, Miguel, I am just venting.” You tell him as you take out some fruit snacks from your desk. “I know. I just don’t want you to burst out of your office and curse your boss out. Eso no seria buena.”

“No it’s not. I…I really don’t want to go. I feel like she’s going to make me look bad in front of you, or try to flirt with you.” You open the fruit snacks and chew on a few. “That won’t happen. If anything I’ll just put her in her place. Simple como eso, amor.”

You tsk and shake your head. “I would say that’s a good idea, but I feel like she would somehow make things worse.” You hear Miguel talking to someone in the background so you wait for him to answer. “…Well, if we’re going then, we are going to make it a night to remember.” You felt happy with his comment. “Miguel, I honestly don’t deserve you. If you were here I’d give you the biggest kiss.”

“Amor, don’t tell me that. I get to go on my lunch break in five minutes and I will web sling all the way to you just to get a kiss.” You look at watch and smirk. “Well I just so happen to be going on my break in a few, so if you’re planning on dropping by, then I wouldn’t be oppose to you web slinging by and taking me away for lunch. Maybe you’d get more than a kiss.”

“Qué obtendría?” He asks. “Oh I can’t let my secret out of the bag just yet, but just know that it’ll be worth your time, and I’d be thrilled to my knees to see you.” You tell him in a seductive tone. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He hangs up and you laugh at his abruptness.

You get your things in order and you decide to time him on if he really will be web slinging to you in ten minutes.

Then again, you wanted lunch with Miguel, not Spider-man today. Plus, the office was getting more and more people stopping by these days. You call Miguel but his phone goes to voicemail. “Baby, I know you’re probably almost here, but just come up to my office as Miguel. There’s a lot of clients coming in the office today and I don’t think I want any of them witnessing Spider-man crawling through my window at high noon.” You end the voicemail and check the times. He had six more minutes, which means you can go to the vending machine and grab something to drink.

As you leave your office you walk past Bruce and he stops you. “Oh Miss Valentine, remember how I told you about my wife? And the baby?”

“Yes, I remember. Is everything okay?” You ask with concern. “Oh everything is fine. But I wanted to invite you and your husband to the baby shower. It’s being held in two weeks. My wife she’s hopeful for a boy and if it makes my wife happy then who am I to argue.”

You notice that Bruce called Miguel your husband and you don’t correct him this time. “I’m sure he would love to come with me. Is there anything you need? Diapers? Bottles? Toiletries for your wife?”

“I’ll ask her and just get to you on it. I still can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” He smiles wide and you feel happy for him. “I know you don’t want to know the gender but what do you hope she has?” You ask as you put your money into the vending machine and press L7.

“Truthfully, I want a girl. I grew up with all boys and I think a girl would be nice in the family. When are you and your husband going to have kids?” You shrug. “I’m not sure, I want to talk to him about it one day though.”

“Talk to me about what, amor?” You look down the hall and you see your pretty hazel eyed beauty walking towards you. “Bruce and his wife are expecting. So they invited us to their baby shower.” You say grabbing your snack from the vending machine.

Miguel’s eyes light up. “Congratulations Bruce, I am happy for you. Please send us the details and we will be there. Amor? I brought you something but I need to show you in your office.” Miguel says as his eyes roam your body.

“Bruce I’m on lunch so if you can, make sure no one disturbs me.” He winks at you and you lead Miguel back to your office.

Once the door is closed and locked, you pull Miguel down and kiss him. You back step until your butt bumps against your desk, and Miguel lifts you up and places you on your desk as he moves in close between your legs. “Mmm, maybe I should, web sling here more often.” Miguel says as he slides your skirt up your thighs. “I’m glad you got my message. But you should web sling to me more ofte-get these pants off, baby.” Miguel manages to get his pants down and you shimmmy out of your panties. He gives you a couple of pecks on your neck and he stops, inhaling your scent.

“Hueles tan bien, amor. Now tell me about your day, I want to hear that pretty voice.” Miguel in one swift move picks you up and he flips you onto your stomach on your desk.

He palms your ass and you bite your lips into a smile as you feel his thick dick spread your cunt open. You palm your desk and feel him pounding into you quickly. “M…m…my day, baby slow down. My day was good, until…that news…I….I told you a-Miguel, baby jus…just like that.” You moan out trying to be a bit quiet.

Miguel leans down against you and he bites at your ear. “Mmmm, I thought you liked when I fucked you fast, amor. I thought you liked when I pounded this little..greedy…pussy. Fuck, squeeze me just like that. Wh…what else happened?”

He grabs your wrists behind your back and arches in a way that hits your g spot. You almost squirt from this move but you remain focused…or try.

“I…I’m still mad about the invitation. I…don’t want to talk about D..d…d…Dana but I hate her.” Miguel lets out a moan and kisses your shoulder. “Well that’s why I’m here, amor. To help you forget about her. Maybe I can fuck the memory of her out of you.” He arches your back and you let out a moaning gasp. “Esto está ayudando, mi amor?” You nod, not being able to answer.

“Bien, now let me…tell you about my day. We…amor if you get loud you won’t hear…about my day.” You bite down on your lip as he pounds harder inside of you. You were about to see stars if he kept this up.

“…we have a development…amor, I can’t focus when your grip around me like that. Ay dios mío fuck it.” He grips your desk now and he pounds into you, not caring if you make a noise. Your desk was shaking as you feel yourself trying to stay with your feet on your tippy toes.

“Let go for me amor. I want you to make a mess on this dick. Haz un gran desastre princesa.” You hear a knock at your door but you don’t care. “Coming…” You moan out as Miguel thrusts his come inside of you. He lays on you for a moment and you turn your head slightly and kiss him.

The knocking comes to the door once more and Miguel slides out of you as you fix your clothes. Miguel webs to the ceiling and you clear your throat before opening the door.

Behind the door you see Mr Stark. “Yes sir?” You ask with a fake smile. “I know you’re on your lunch, but I heard noises coming from your office. Is everything alright?” Mr Stark asks as he peeks behind you.

“It is but I seem to be suffering with some cramps.” You hold your stomach and Mr Stark makes a face and backs away. “Oh, well make sure you take care of that. I’ll be going now.” You shut the door and lock it back.

Miguel lands in front of you and when he goes to speak, you press your finger to his lips to stop him.

“My lunch break is for another forty minutes, and you said you would fuck the memories of that woman out of me. So don’t waste your time speaking…just fuck me…”

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More TADC Incorrect Quotes

(Warning some may be nsfw) Contains Ragapom as well because why not

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Jax, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go Pomni: But how- Jax, ignoring them: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”

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Pomni: That was so hot, Ragatha Ragatha: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Pomni: I'm so in love with you.

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Ragatha: Hey, Zooble, where are you going? Zooble: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell Zooble: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s

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Jax: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Kinger: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? Jax, now interested: Lets say imaginary Kinger: Spiders wearing flip flops

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Pomni: I would do anything for money. later Pomni, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!

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Zooble: I just watched Pomni jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, they weren't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Jax was screaming for help, which caused Ragatha to run in to help Pomni. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes

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Bubble: Bye Caine! Bye Pomni! Bye Gangle! Bye Jax! Bye Caine! Kinger: You said ‘bye Caine’ twice- Bubble: I like Caine.

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Caine: Okay happy circus members! If you were a fruit, what would you be and why? Zooble: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group. Caine: ... Zooble: ... Caine: OKAY HAPPY CIRCUS MEMBERS-

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Pomni: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake Zooble: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Ragatha Pomni, pointing their hot glue gun towards Zooble: You’re on thin f#&king ice.

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Jax: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited Pomni: "If"? Zooble: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to, and he might not even die

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Caine: Jax, my old friend! Jax: I think you tried to kill me at some point Caine: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you

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Gangle: Do you see yourself as a glass half-full or glass half-empty kind of person? Kinger: Half-full, definitely! Kinger: Half-full and constantly rising. Kinger: Soon the water will escape its container and consume us all.

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Ragatha: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumba$$es and dumba$$es exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. Pomni: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Ragatha, already taking off her clothes: God, Pomni, you’re so f#%king stupid.

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Ragatha: Truth or dare? Zooble: Truth Ragatha: How many hours have you slept this week? Zooble: Zooble: Dare Ragatha: Go to sleep. Zooble: I don't like this game.

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Jax, texting Zooble: Any plans for tonight? Zooble: No Jax: Loser

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Caine: You three, explain right now! Pomni: It was Jax Ragatha: It was Jax Zooble: It was Jax Jax: Jax: …fuck.

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Caine, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? Bubble: grabs and chugs the entire bottle Bubble: Bubble: It's perfume :D

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Ragatha: Kinger… Kinger: Oh no, 'Kinger' in B flat Kinger: You're disappointed

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Pomni stumbles into the hall of dorms, absolutely drunk, takes off her hat, and stands in Ragatha’s bedroom. Ragatha: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Pomni: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Pomni: Lies on the ground and falls asleep Ragatha: …

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Caine: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier Caine: Violently practices Kinger: Violently studies Ragatha: Violently sleeps Gangle: Violently shoots pictures Zooble: Violently boxes Pomni: Violently murders people. Ragatha: Violently worries about the previous statement

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Jax, knocking on the door: Gangle, open up! Gangle: It all started when I was a kid. Jax: Wha- OPEN THE F#%KING DOOR

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Jax: You need to be more careful, dollface Ragatha, who was dragged into Jax's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Thump noise Pomni, from the other room: What happened?! Jax: Gangle’s shirt fell Pomni: Why was it loud? Jax: It had them inside

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Kinger: Hi, who's this? Jax changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures Gangle: What's mine? Kinger: Dwarf Gangle: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT! Kinger: Oh, hey Gangle Gangle: F#%K!

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Zooble: If we’re in trouble, just throw Ragatha at the problem, and hope for the best

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*Gangle teaching Zooble to drive and taking Jax along for the ride* Gangle: That's a pothole. To the left! Zooble: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* Jax, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth. Zooble: I don't think that's how the song goes. Gangle, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home. Zooble: Country Roads. Jax: To the place. Zooble and Jax in unison: I Belong! Gangle, crying harder: What the f#%k?

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Jax: You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are Ragatha: Yourself! Jax: No. Jax: Me

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Jax: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

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Pomni: Good night Ragatha: Sleep tight! Caine: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself! Jax: Great, now Ragatha's crying

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Gangle: Tomorrow's garbage day Jax: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you

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Pomni: My mom is calling… hi mom! Ragatha: Come on guys, stop. They’re trying to talk to their mom. Jax: loud fake sexual noises Caine: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! Zooble: is asleep Kinger: gets really close to the phone Tell her I said hi.

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Jax: What did Ragatha do this time? Zooble: More like WHO did Ragatha do this time?

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Ragatha: Dom or sub? Pomni: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though

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Zooble: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Ragatha? Ragatha: Jax, easily. Jax, laughing: What the f#%k, girl Ragatha: Well, Pomni would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Pomni, now standing in the doorway: What the f#$k, Ragatha!?

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Pomni: Guys, I didn’t memorize my lines! Caine: Just use your lack of common sense! Everyone knows the characters in plays are dumb! During the play Gangle: Hey! You finally made it! Did you get the donuts? Pomni: W-what’re donuts?

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morallyinept · 4 months

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A full transcribe of PERO TOVAR'S dialogue/lines from the film THE GREAT WALL.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

⚠️ Please note: Pero uses a term that could be considered derogatory later on in his dialogue. I have included it so you have the full transcribe, but wanted to put a warning.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

We have been riding for six months.

But we survived.

In the West, we would be enemies and I would have to kill you. At least here we have a common goal.

It is the weapon of our dreams.

Men have sent word that it’s real.

There’s not much here.

The magnet.

Useless.

It’s all yours.

Amigo, only you would carry a stupid magnet through the desert.

Rizzetti won’t make it. The wound is festering. We’ll be dragging a corpse.

For who?

Hill Tribes?

Then what is it?

What was that?

We need to move!

What the hell for?

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Persistent bastards, aren’t they?

What a long, shitting way to go to die.

Mother of God!

I have no need to go down fighting.

I haven’t surrendered in a while, eh.

Of course, my friend. Where you go, I follow. You’re doing such a great job already.

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And they don’t look happy to see it.

Have you lost your mind?

I must confess, this is not my favourite plan.

Fantastic.

__________________

Well…

Are you killing us, sister? Two lost travellers?

(In Spanish) What’s happening here? Is this bitch going to kill us?

If it is death, my dear, we need time to pray.

I’m trying here.

Sister, I know a siege when I see one. What comes at you so hard you need a wall like this?

Attack? Tao Tei? What the hell is a Tao Tei?

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The black are the foot soldiers. And the red?

And the blue?

What the hell do they do?

Incredible.

__________________

They look nervous. It’s a big wall to be so nervous.

__________________

Do you hear it?

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William, over there. Why isn’t he tied up?

Fight or run?

__________________

William!

Hey, bitch!

William.

What God made those things?

Think they’ll hang us now?

__________________

And did you find it?

He knows where the powder is.

He needs help getting out?

I didn’t sign up for this.

Well, all of it. But mostly the monsters.

Is that the best you’ve got?

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Now?

I want to eat!

Last time didn’t go so good.

How high?

Turn around

Amigo…

Good luck with that. I want food.

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I hope not to stay that long.

Then it is a fair contest.

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My God!

He brings us in, we get us out.

__________________

What the hell are you doing? We need to be free when the attack comes. How many chances do you think we will get? Be injured. Be Missing. Be a coward. Get out of this. We did enough.

__________________

He’ll be here.

We start, and he will find us.

I’ll find him.

I can’t go without him.

We need his bow!

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I’m only saving you so I can kill you myself!

Grab an axe. We’re fighting blind.

I know what to do.

Die well, brother.

What the hell are you doing?

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You feel good, huh? Maybe you sing a little song, eh? I will join you. We can sing together how you saved the grateful chinos.

I see black powder. I see a man forget his friends.

What goes nowhere is you. You’ll never get what you want from this. You think they see you as some kind of hero? A man of virtue? Maybe you can fool them but I know what you are. You know what you are. A thief, a liar… and a killer. You can never undo the things you have done. And you will never be anything.

Good to see you again, Amigo.

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No.

I don’t.

The time they spend killing him is time they are not chasing us.

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Is it safe?

I thought you said it was safe.

You’re here.

Ballard has planned well. Getting out is easy. There’s a gate, 20 miles west. We dodge the Hill Tribes… we can make it.

They need more than us. These people are doomed.

Brother, please.

Amigo, after all the blood and cold and pain, with this black powder in our saddlebags, we win. You come with me.

William…

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It’d take a lot more than that.

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Come on. Hyar!

Which way? Left or right?

No! No! Bastard!

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A little slow. You're a hero, after all.

You seem pleased with yourself. And what are they giving you for your troubles? A bag of gold? A victory parade along the top of the wall?

Well, congratulations.

So, what is this? You’re here to rub my nose in it?

And the time before that, I saved your life.

Please tell me you chose the powder.

I don’t even know you anymore.

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I’ll be inside. Don’t leave without me.

I heard that.

__________________

Are you sure you don’t want to go back?

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DELETED SCENES:

Yes.

There’s not a saddle made he cannot ride.

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Black powder is real and can be ours. He has a plan.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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chloe-caulfield94 · 19 days

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I won’t do this

I can’t

I don’t want to

There’s no absolution to be gained

for my sin

by sweeping its victim

under the rug

It crushes me to know

that you wanted crumbs from my table

to be your last supper

I don’t know

what happened yesterday

A switch was flipped

in my brain

(or in my soul?)

and I became

a better version of myself

for a day

She’s gone now

but the feelings she brought

from a different world

beyond the sea

still remain

like a pirate’s treasure chest

full of Spanish dubloons

that people would kill for

I feel

bitter shame

that I left you

in the rear-view mirror

Cool relief

that now I know

why I am in this world

Sweet joy

of hearing your voice

Electric excitement

of touching you again

It doesn’t matter if we manage

to claw back from the universe

all the years I stole from you

or if a storm washes us away tomorrow

We can be happy

and carefree

and yes

we can love

even on the darkest of days

Your life is not yet forfeit

even if you can’t see it now

because of my cowardice

I want to hold your hand

even though you can’t

hold mine back

I want to kiss your lips

and I know you can

kiss mine back

Whatever time we have left

I desire for it to be filled

with many more days

like the one we just had

The real treasure is love, I said

in what feels like another life

But it was just a few steps from here

and I still mean it

I promised over and over

to stay at your side

and with all my heart

I intend to keep my word

this time

Even if you don’t want me to

Yet

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„I am never leaving you again!”. The powerful and beautiful promise was still hanging in the air, like the last part of an echo slowly fading away, when Max regained control of her body.

“I love you” – Max said in a loud and confident voice.

Chloe turned her head towards Max. Chloe’s eyes, red and wet from crying now expressing surprise. And something else. Was it a tiny flicker of hope? Max wanted to believe that.

Max continued her confession: “I love you. I promised to always love you on that stupid recording which I sent you after your accident, as salt for your wounds. And here I am, years too late. But I love you!”

The flicker of hope was gone from Chloe’s eyes, like a tiny flame blown out by cold wind. She lowered her gaze to her own motionless body and said: “It’s fine, Max. You don’t owe me anything. I should have never asked you for that”. In a much quieter voice she added: “Your tape was not like salt. It was like a bandage. It got me through the months after my accident. I would listen to it on repeat. Even after it became clear you would never come”. Chloe lifted her gaze and looked at Max. The utter hopelessness in Chloe’s eyes broke Max’s heart. Chloe continued: “You don’t have to wallow with me in my misery. You don’t have to sit here. I release you from your promise. Go back to the life you’ve built out there, outside of my cage. Go back to the friends who won’t bring you down. You’ve spent a day with a dying friend. You’ve done your good deed”.

Even though Chloe spoke calmly, her words were like a whip. Max was filled with shame, so bitter that she could taste it on her tongue.

“I am not here because of words I said years ago. I’ve already proven that I don’t care about my own word. I am here because I love you now. I know I don’t have to be here. But I want to. You can release me from my already broken promise. But you can’t tell me not to love you”.

“What does that even mean, Max? That you love me?”

“It means this …” – Max placed her hand on Chloe’s hand. Even though Chloe didn’t feel it, she blushed. “And it also means this …” – slowly, looking Chloe deep in the eyes, Max brought her face close to Chloe’s and gently kissed her on the lips. Chloe kissed her back, making up for her inexperience with eagerness.

A smile lingered on Chloe’s lips for a while. But then her hopelessness dealt her another blow.

“God, Max, I am so pathetic. You saw me staring at you the entire night and you decided to give me a pity kiss goodbye”.

Max knew making up for years of neglect was going to be difficult. But she wasn’t about to give up easily.

“That was not a kiss goodbye. It was a kiss welcome. And I kissed you not out of pity, but because I wanted to. Very much”.

“Max, you know I’m dying, right? We don’t know how much time I have left. Maybe in six months I’ll be long gone”.

“I don’t care. If the time still left is short, that’s all the more reason not to waste even a moment of it. Chloe, it kills me to know that you wanted crumbs from my table to be your last supper. Just one day and that’s it? But what if we could have many more days like that?”

“But … I didn’t think you’d actually want to stick around with me for longer than that”.

“Whatever time you have left, however long or short it might be, I want to share it with you. Every moment. That’s what me loving you means”.

They sat looking in each other’s eyes for a longer while, processing the momentous revelations of the day. And it was still just early morning.

The beautiful moment was cut short when an alarm in Max’s cell phone started ringing.

“Shit! I have classes soon. I’ll come back straight after school, I promise, Chloe”.

When Max was at the door, Chloe said to her: “Max, please. If you don’t mean the things you've said, if you don’t actually want me, if you’re not going to come back, you have to tell me now. You can’t give a gift like that and then take it away”.

Max walked over to Chloe, kissed her hair and said confidently: “I’ve never been more serious in my life”.

Chloe was smiling when Max left the room.

#chloe price #max caulfield #pricefield #life is strange #lis #alt max #alt chloe

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year

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Under the Neon Lights

AN: Y'all can thank Carrie Underwood for this one lol. Little to no plot here, negl.

(Un-beta'd)

You never do this, never have one night stands with strangers. Somehow, though, this guy doesn’t feel like a stranger…but you think maybe that’s just because he’s pretty and you're a little tipsy. Oh well. What happens here, stays here, right?

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 6,239 (idek y'all) Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: cursing, kissing, alcohol consumption, one night stand, p in v, oral sex, a ridiculous amount of eyefucking; santiago garcia comes with his own warning. AO3

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You’re drunk.

Or at least, you assume you are, because you haven’t felt this good in months. You’d flown to Vegas last week for work, your company sending you there to “handle things” after merging with another company, and it…hadn’t gone very well.

Needless to say, it’s been a tough week, and having a few drinks and getting sweaty on the dancefloor with some strangers seemed like the perfect way to blow off some steam before you have to fly home tomorrow. You’ve been dancing for what feels like hours, having the time of your life despite the fact that your feet were killing you (stupid heels).

The song changes to something slower, but you don’t let it stop you, your arms in the air, hips swaying to the beat. Your rhythm stutters a little when you feel someone at your back, and warm hands at your waist. You’re about to stop whoever this is and tell them that you’re not interested, that you’d prefer to dance alone, but when you turn your head to do so, you lock eyes with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your life.

His dark brown eyes are warm and soulful, and a part of you never wants to stop gazing into them. He smiles, leaning in so he can tell you his name (Santiago). Your body melts against his at the sound of his voice in your ear, his stubble scratching against your cheek as you lean closer to him. His hands on your waist slide down to your hips and halt there as he gently starts to sway with you in time with the music.

“Dance with me?” he rasps, lips brushing your ear.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as he presses himself against you. He takes control, moving you this way and that, hands never leaving your body for more than a second, like he doesn’t want to stop touching you, like he can’t. He’s everywhere—hands on your hips, nose nudging the back of your ear, every solid inch of him pressing along the length of you, surrounding you—but it’s still not enough. You want more, want to smell him, taste him—

Your breath hitches as he drags his lips down the side of your neck, goosebumps rising in their wake. He halts near your shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss into your skin. You moan, your hands reaching back to tangle in his hair. He holds you against him as you continue to sway. You can feel him, half hard against your ass, and you can’t help but grind back into him. His chest rumbles against your back as he groans, fingers pulling at you so you’re flush against him. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he ruts against you, making your knees weak, and every time he calls you ‘baby,’ or some other beautiful-sounding thing in what must be Spanish, your core clenches, desperate for something (him) to fill it.

You’re not used to this kind of attention, not from someone like him, anyway. Where had this beautiful stranger even come from? You wonder briefly if he’s prostitute (that is legal here, after all), are afraid that once he has you all horny and desperate, he’ll stop and demand payment to continue (payment you’ll happily give if he fucks anything like he dances). You should probably ask, should probably make sure, but God he just feels so good you don’t want it to end. Hell, you’d probably fuck him right here on the dance floor if he asked you to.

But it does end, the music petering out briefly before transitioning into something with a quicker beat. You expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t, hands still on your hips as you continue to move slowly, no longer in time with the music. His lips find your neck again, sucking a mark there, tongue soothing the welt immediately as you practically writhe against him.

When he does finally pull away, your heart drops, disappointment settling in your belly. When you turn though, he’s smiling at you, eyes dark and rich with promise as he takes your hand and leads you off of the dance floor. You’re not really paying attention to where he’s going, eyes too busy drinking him in (with his hands and those curls and that ass—). He stops just shy of the bar, hand on your hip as he leans in to ask you what you’re having, his nose bumping against your cheek. You tell him, leaning in close enough for your lips to brush against his ear, smiling when the fingers on your hip clench slightly.

Nice to know you’re having an effect on him too.

The two of you wind up in the back of the club, tucked into a booth with two empty glasses and a half-drunk bottle of liquor. It’s still hard to hear, even all the way back here, so you’re both in each other’s space, sharing each other’s breath as you talk. It’s like some weird game of chicken, both of you waiting with bated breath to see who’ll cave first, who’ll give in and lean that extra few inches, giving you both what you want.

In the end, it’s him, his mouth claiming yours as he presses you back against the wall of the booth, hand gently cradling your face as he licks into your mouth. You moan, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. The angle’s a little awkward, your body slightly twisted as your feet remain mostly on the floor, head turned and tilted to accommodate the assault on your lips. He’s not much better off, one arm braced on the back of the bench, his body practically hovering over yours so he doesn’t crush you with his weight. Still though, it’s the best kiss you’ve had in a long time.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks when you both break for air, the space between you filling with your respective panting breaths.

“God, yes,” you sigh, your skin heating a little when you realize how desperate you must sound.

He chuckles at your eagerness, smiling in a way that assures you that his amusement is not at your expense as he slides out of the booth. You giggle when he holds out his hand, sliding yourself over to grasp it as he helps you stand to your feet; if you weren’t drunk before, you definitely are now.

He puts his arm around your waist, tucking you against his side as he leads you out of the club. You stumble a little as you make your way through the parking lot, the combination of your heels and the alcohol in your system throwing you a little off balance. Santiago steadies you, pausing for a moment as you find you regain your footing.

“You okay?” he asks, and you're still sober enough to know he’s asking if you still want to do this, still want to leave with him.

“Mhmm,” you hum, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He kisses you back for a moment before gently pushing you back with a soft smile that makes your insides melt. “You sure, querida?”

God, he’s pretty. So pretty. Warm brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes, soft lips you could kiss for hours, salt and pepper curls you can’t wait to dig your fingers into—

“I’m sure,” you breathe, mouth hovering over his.

Swallowing thickly, he nods, moving you both in the direction of a truck parked close by. “Come on.”

When he unlocks and opens the passenger side door, you kiss him again, fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you haul him against you. He grunts in surprise before pushing you against the side of the car with a sigh, hands sliding down from your waist to cup your backside. You can feel him through his jeans, his cock pressing against your abdomen as he pulls your hips against his, breath hitching as he licks into your mouth.

The need for air makes you separate and you press your forehead against his as you try to catch your breath. That dark, promising look is in his eyes again, the one that says he wants to devour you, swallow you whole; it sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“If we don’t leave now,” he rasps, nuzzling your nose with his. “We’re gonna end up fucking right here in the backseat of this truck.”

You stifle a groan at his words, chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m not so sure I’d be opposed to that.”

His chuckle is dark, deep, rumbling against your chest as he leans in, pressing his smile into your cheek. “You are something else, bebita.”

You bite back a smile at the praise as he pulls away, helping you inside with a steadying hand on your waist as you haul yourself onto the passenger seat. Once you’re situated, he leans in, buckling the seatbelt for you (such a gentleman).

He wastes no time once he’s in the driver’s seat, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. He tells you his hotel’s not far from here and you hum, watching as he tries to concentrate on the road. His arm is on the console between you, fingers tapping out a beat as he stares ahead with a furrowed brow. You’d noticed his fingers earlier, when they’d dug into your hips on the dance floor, and later when they’d toyed with the rim of his glass at the table.

Heat flares in your core as you imagine how they’ll feel against your bare skin, how they’ll feel inside you. You rub your thighs together trying to alleviate the ache between your legs, turning your head to look out the window. Apparently he noticed you staring though, because when he stops at a red light a moment later, you feel his hand on your thigh. He doesn’t meet your eye when you turn to look at him though, as if resting his hand on your leg is completely natural.

When his thumb lightly caresses your skin, you have to swallow the moan threatening to escape your throat. You bite your lip, eyes anywhere but Santiago, anywhere but the hand on your leg that’s just south of where you want it. When the light turns green, he presses the gas pedal, hand content to remain on your thigh. You drive in silence for a bit, the sexual tension between the two of you permeating the vehicle.

“Almost there,” he mutters, slightly shifting the hand on your leg.

You hum in acknowledgment, wetting your lips as you fight the urge to rub your legs together.

A few minutes later, he turns into the parking lot of a hotel with about twenty or so floors, a small casino, and a chapel. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at how nice it actually looks from the outside; you’re not exactly sure what you’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. After he parks the car and shuts it off, he turns to look at you.

You meet his gaze, your nerves suddenly kicking in and momentarily overriding your lust; you never do this, never have one night stands with strangers. Somehow, though, this guy doesn’t feel like a stranger…but you think maybe that’s just because he’s pretty and you're a little tipsy.

Oh well. What happens here, stays here, right?

He smiles, hand still on your thigh as he leans across the console to kiss you. His mouth is eager yet somehow still unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. You moan softly when he licks into your mouth, his fingers twitching on your thigh at the sound.

After what seems like an eternity, he pulls back, smiling when you chase his lips. “Wanna head inside?”

You nod numbly, nerves forgotten as your body tingles with anticipation. He exits the car, rounding quickly to the other side to help you out (gentleman). Miraculously, you both manage to keep your hands to yourselves as you ride the elevator up to the seventeenth floor, a marked change from just a few moments ago. When you finally make it to his room at the end of the hall, he lets the two of you inside, and your attention is instantly grabbed by the view.

“Holy shit.”

You hadn’t thought much about the hotel when you’d seen it from the outside, too preoccupied with other things, but damn, was this view something. Certainly better than the one from your hotel room. The windows were huge, stretching from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, providing a panoramic view of the Vegas skyline.

“Nice, huh?”

You scoff, unable to look away. “That’s an understatement.”

His chuckle is low as he stands quietly beside you, allowing you the moment to take everything in. His gaze is on you though; you can feel it, burning every inch of your skin as he drags it over you, tracing your every curve. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, heartbeat increasing at the hungry look on his face. When you turn to face him fully, his smile widens, moving toward you slowly, never breaking eye contact. He halts before you, chest pressing against yours as he leans in to run his nose along your cheek.

He’s giving you one more chance. One more chance to back out, to tell him you’ve changed your mind, to leave. But that’s the last thing you want, you think, as you lean in and press your lips to his. He hums, one hand coming up to cradle your face as the other settles on your waist. His movements are the same as when he kissed you downstairs; unhurried, like he wants to drag this out, wants to take you apart slowly. A shiver runs up your spine at the thought.

You find the waistband of his jeans, fingers curling around his belt loops and pulling his hips against yours. He ruts against you, groaning into your mouth as he slips his tongue between your lips. He drags the hand on your hip up your back as he steers you back toward the bed, fingers searching for the zipper of your dress. When he finds it, he pulls it down slowly, fingers brushing every inch of newly-exposed skin. He reaches the end as your legs hit the edge of the bed and pauses, wordlessly inviting you to drop the offending article of clothing to the floor as he continues to plunder your mouth.

You waste no time peeling the dress off of your body, kicking it away after it pools at your feet. The need to feel him against you is suddenly overwhelming, like an itch beneath your skin that you can’t quite scratch. Your hands find the hem of his shirt and slip underneath, raising goosebumps on his skin as you drag them slowly up his back. He breaks your kiss, pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it somewhere across the room. You giggle as he eagerly returns to your lips, his hands grasping your hips. You work on his pants next, unbuckling his belt and popping open the button.

Your hand finds its way inside, cupping him through his boxers and he growls, pulling his mouth from yours and burying his face in your neck as you fondle him. The sound sends a jolt of want through you, and you decide you’ve teased him enough, releasing him and moving instead to push the rough denim down over his hips. He kicks them away when they drop and steps in closer, pressing his warm body against yours, wrapping an arm around you as he guides you backwards to lay on the bed.

The weight of him is oddly comforting as he settles over you, arms braced on either side of your head as he leans in again to kiss you eagerly. You slide your hands up his back, fingernails scratching lightly, making him shiver. He groans into your mouth as he shifts above you, his hand settling on your still-clothed breast. You gasp, breaking the kiss as you arch into his touch, his fingers teasing you through the fabric of your bra. He drags his lips down your neck, sucking marks into your skin wherever his tongue and teeth can reach as he slides down your body. You tip your head back to give him access, pushing your head into the soft mattress.

He nuzzles against your breasts once he makes it to your chest, the delicious friction sending little jolts of pleasure straight between your legs. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls the straps and cups of your bra down, exposing you to the cool air of the room. When he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, you moan, holding him to you as he teases you with his tongue. He groans when you pull his hair, the vibration against your breast making the breath back up in your lungs. You breathe his name, arching into his mouth as he shifts to your other breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. Somehow, he manages to unhook your bra, moving the garment out of the way as he continues to suck on your breasts, your body writhing beneath him.

He moves on once he feels like he’s given them enough attention, slowly kissing his way down your torso to settle between your legs. You’re soaked by now, you must be, and you’d probably feel embarrassed if it weren’t for the ravenous look in Santiago’s eyes. He presses his finger against your wet slit, teasing you through the damp fabric and you moan, hips tilting slightly to chase his touch. Instead, he pulls away, curling his fingers around the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. He groans at the sight of you, eyes glassy with desire as they lift to meet yours.

You swallow thickly at the unfiltered lust in his gaze—you don’t think anyone has ever wanted you this much in your life and you’re not quite sure how to handle it. Eyes still locked on yours, he leans in, gently spreading you with his fingers and dragging the tip of his tongue through your slit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips bucking as he slowly circles your clit. You tangle your fingers in his hair again, your grip tightening when he flicks your clit with his tongue. He groans into your sex, sending a gush of arousal to your core, eyelids fluttering closed in satisfaction.

“You taste like heaven, querida,” he mutters against you, fingers gripping your hips as he continues to feast on you.

You’re already so close, the tension coiling in your belly, fire burning beneath your skin. When he closes his lips over your clit and sucks, you whine, whispered pleas falling from between your lips. He drags his teeth lightly over the sensitive bud and you come with a gasp, body twitching and writhing as you ride out the waves of euphoric bliss. Your fingers twist even tighter in his curls and he moans, lapping at your cunt like a man starved. You pull him up when it becomes too much, his chin coming to rest on your hip as you both try to catch your breath.

“You good?” he pants, thumbs idly caressing your skin.

You chuckle, the pleasure from your orgasm still singing through your nerves. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

His smile is smug when you meet his gaze, eyes still full of promise as he crawls his way back up your body. You hum when he reclaims your mouth, the taste of you on his lips and tongue making your core clench. Despite his very obvious arousal, he still kisses you slowly, deeply, licking into your mouth languidly, again like he has all the time in the world. You, however, need him inside you. Now. You can’t wait anymore.

You slip your thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers, pushing the material down as far as you can, hoping he’ll get the message. He does, shifting enough to kick them off without breaking your kiss. You sigh at the feel of his skin against yours, his hard cock pressing against the apex of your thighs. He teases you, grinding against you slowly with just enough friction to send sparks through your body and smiling against your mouth as you moan.

“Santiago, please,” you plead, gasping as he grinds his cock against you again, this time catching your still sensitive clit.

Your pleas go straight to his cock and he groans against your lips, shifting to grasp himself in his fist. As he notches himself at your entrance, he pulls back a little and meets your eyes again, brow furrowing in concentration as he slowly pushes into you.

You moan as he stretches you, fingers digging into the mattress as he slides inside inch by inch. When he’s fully seated, he pauses, breathing somewhat heavily through his nose

“Look at me, hermosa,” he rasps, thumb caressing the side of your face.

You pry your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them in the first place, and meet his gaze—his eyes are molten, pupils blown wide. He reaches down to pull your leg up around his hip, somehow sinking even deeper into you with a grunt. His thrusts start slow, stoking the flames burning inside you. Heat flares across your skin like wildfire as you watch him above you, as you feel him inside you, the tension already beginning to coil in your gut. He groans as you constrict around him, your velvet walls hugging his cock as he hits places inside you you never even knew existed. When he snaps his hips a little harder, you can’t help the moans that spill from between your lips.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, fingers twisting in the comforter beneath you. “Just like that, Santi. Please. Feels so good.”

His pace stutters a little, and you think it must be because he’s close, but he quickly regains his composure, fucking into you steadily. His free hand palms your breast, fingers plucking at your nipple as you whimper his name over and over again, eyes falling shut in ecstasy. His fingers find your clit, circling the sensitive nub as he drags you closer and closer to your peak.

You flutter around him as you teeter on the edge, the tension in your belly close to snapping. He covers you with his body then, snapping his hips into you and mouthing at your neck and chest, muttering against your skin. You gasp as the tension snaps, your body shaking with pleasure as you come. You clutch at him, fingernails digging into his skin and dragging a groan from him that sounds almost broken. He keeps fucking into you hard, prolonging your release as you gush on his cock. He stiffens when he finally comes, moaning into your neck as he shoots his spend deep inside you.

His muscles relax as he comes down, helped along by the way you’re running your fingers through his hair. When he looks up to meet your eyes, he smiles, eyelids drooping as he leans in to peck your lips.

“Mmm, marry me,” he mumbles, resting his forehead against yours.

You’re silent for a beat, then giggle “sure thing” as you pull him in for another kiss, his own chuckle muffled by your mouth.

—

The light streaming through the windows is bright and you groan as you wake, throwing the blankets over your head in an effort to block them out. Your head is throbbing, your mouth is as dry as the desert outside and…there’s a delicious soreness between your legs.

Your eyes fly open immediately, your arms scrambling to untangle yourself from the blankets, as the previous night rushes back to you in flashes: dancing and drinking at a club, meeting a ridiculously gorgeous man, leaving with said gorgeous man, going back to gorgeous man’s hotel and—

“Oh God.”

You sit up, clutching the blankets to your naked torso and as you look toward the other side of the bed and find him.

“Oh God.”

He’s still asleep, but just as stunning as you remember. You study him for a moment, tracing the lines of his face with your eyes, committing them to memory. Your eyes drift down his neck, your skin heating when you see all the bites and bruises you’d given him the night before. You should be ashamed or something, shouldn’t you? Sure, this guy (Santiago, you remember) is beautiful, and he’s definitely the best sex you’ve ever had in your life, but the list of things you didn’t know about him was as long as your leg—you don’t know where he’s from, why he’s here in Vegas, hell, you don’t even know his last name.

You’re spiraling, mind running off in a hundred different directions. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. This is fine. People have one night stands all the time, right? Especially in Vegas. Yes, you decide, this is fine, you’ll be fine.

You sigh, chuckling lightly to yourself as you scrub your hands over your face. Something unfamiliar catches on your nose as you do and you pull your hand away in confusion to examine it, eyes widening when you see it.

A ring.

“Oh God,” you breathe, staring at the foreign piece of jewelry on your left ring finger in utter horror.

Panic slices through you as you wrench the covers from your body, almost sprinting to the other side of the room before you remember you're naked and search the floor for your clothes. What you assume is Santiago’s shirt is the closest thing to you so you grab it, throwing it over your head as you duck quietly into the bathroom. You lock the door, pressing your back against it as you struggle to recall what happened last night. You remembered coming here, you remember sleeping with Santiago but, the rest is just…flashes. Flashes of more booze, of heated kisses, of moans against the back of your neck, your hands pressed against the giant window overlooking the Vegas skyline, fingers gripping your hips as Santiago fucks into you from behind—but no rings, no wedding.

But then where had the ring come from?

Then the memory pops into your head, the one where he’d jokingly, you’d assumed, asked you to marry him. There was a wedding chapel here, you’d seen it on the way inside last night. Had you really done it then? Had you really married this stranger?

You’re spiraling again and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It’s time to leave, now.

After righting yourself as much as possible, you quietly exit the bathroom, stealing a glance at the bed to make sure Santiago’s still asleep. You take a few minutes to look for your things, grabbing your shoes, your dress, and your bag. Your phone appears to be missing and you’re beginning to think you might’ve left it at the club because it appears to be nowhere in this room.

Santiago chooses that moment to stir, grumbling as he turns over in his sleep, and you decide you can wait no longer. You’re about to book it for the door when you realize you’re only wearing his shirt. It’s relatively long, hitting you at about mid-thigh, but you’re going to have to take a cab and you’d rather not flash the driver. With a sigh, you grab Santi’s boxers from the floor figuring they’re better than nothing as you slip them on. As you move to leave, you pause, chewing your lip as you take one last look at the gorgeous sleeping man, silently thanking him for one of the best nights of your life. Quietly, you turn the nob, praying he doesn’t hear the door click shut behind you.

—

You manage to convince the hotel clerk to let you call yourself a cab, ignoring the knowing look she’s giving you over your attire as you tip her for her trouble. You make it back to your hotel room without further incident, immediately jumping in the shower to wash off the previous night’s activities. As you pack up your things, you pointedly ignore the sour feeling in your gut, instead running through a mental checklist of everything you need to do before your flight takes off later that evening, including calling the club to see if anyone turned in your phone (surprise: no one did). Resigned, you head to the airport, your mind wandering as you wait for your plane to take off.

You feel terrible, but not for the reasons you think you should. You should feel terrible for fucking a complete stranger, should feel terrible for (possibly) marrying said complete stranger whose last name you don’t even know. But you don’t. Instead, you feel terrible for stealing Santiago’s clothes, for taking this ring you’re still wearing on your finger for some reason…for leaving him without saying goodbye. A part of you, the romantic part, hopes that you had left just as much of an impression on him as he had on you, hopes he’ll somehow figure out how to find you.

Maybe it’s for the best if he doesn’t though, the rational part of you interjects, as the plane ascends, the Vegas skyline disappearing beneath the clouds. Maybe it’s better to leave this experience here where it belongs: In Vegas.

—

It’s been weeks since your trip and you still haven’t told anyone what really happened. You’ve been trying to forget about it, actually, but your brain hasn’t let you, the memories seeping into your dreams at night and leaving you with an ache you can’t seem to soothe on your own. You’re off from work today, choosing to spend the day catching up on household chores. The act of cleaning is oddly therapeutic, giving you a sense of renewal with every task you complete. As you throw a load of laundry into the washer, you breathe deeply, the scent of your detergent calming your frayed nerves.

You make your way to your kitchen, thinking about out what to do for lunch, when a knock sounds at your front door. Assuming it’s a delivery, you head there first, wondering absently how much wine is left in your fridge as you unlock the door. You freeze when you open it, eyes widening, body stiffening, mouth falling open in shock.

It’s him.

For a moment, you think you must be dreaming again, because how else could he be here?

Yet here he is. Standing at your front door, hands nonchalantly stuffed in his pockets as he smiles knowingly at you. He looks good, so good, maybe even better than you remember, with his dark eyes, chiseled jaw, five o’clock shadow, and fitted jeans and t-shirt.

“Hi,” you say finally, your voice feeling a little strained, like your throat’s about to close up.

You swallow thickly as his smile widens. “Hi,” Santiago responds, slowly dragging his heated gaze down the length of you and back up again.

His tone is smooth, flowing over your skin like silk and setting your nerves alight.

“How’d you find me?” you ask, cringing a little at your bluntness.

He sniffs a laugh, stepping close enough that you can smell him (and fuck, does he smell good), can feel the heat rolling off of him, can feel his breath against your skin.

“I have my ways,” he says mysteriously, his voice low as he leans in, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Oh?” you breathe, eyelashes fluttering as his lips skate over yours.

He hums, his breath fanning against your cheek as he tilts his head and leans in that last inch to claim your lips in a kiss. You sigh the moment his mouth touches yours, relief flooding your body as you melt into him. You’ve missed him, you finally admit, butterflies erupting in your belly as he brings his hands up to cradle your face. He angles your head a little as he slips his tongue into your mouth, thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks, making your heart ache. Your hands fist themselves in his shirt, pulling him across the threshold as you continue to plunder each other’s mouths. Once inside, he kicks the door closed, turning so he can press you against it.

“Bedroom?” he pants, mouth hovering over yours.

You shake your head and instead point toward the couch in the next room. “Too far.”

He nods, smiling as he reclaims your mouth, maneuvering you both over to it. He frees you from your clothes along the way, his hands dragging across every newly-revealed inch of skin. You do the same for him, pressing soft kisses into the scars that litter his skin. Soon after, he’s pressing you into the plush cushions of your couch, pushing inside you slowly, so slowly, swallowing the moans that fall from between your lips with every thrust. You fall asleep in his arms, his body wrapped around yours possessively, reluctant to let you go.

—

It’s dusk outside when you wake, the warmth the sun had filled the room with earlier in the day had slowly leached away, replaced by the cool evening air. You shiver a little, burrowing into the warmth of Santiago’s body beside you. You still can’t believe he’s really here, that he found you; you’ll have to ask him how he managed that later. For now though, you’re content to just lay here in his arms and soak up his warmth.

Until your stomach growls, that is, remembering suddenly that you’d skipped lunch. You glance at Santi, trying not to wake him as you gingerly maneuver yourself out of his embrace and off the couch. Your legs are a little wobbly as you stand, but you remain upright as you search the floor for your clothes. Deja Vu hits you when you spot Santi’s t-shirt nearby, a pang of regret slicing through your gut as you pick it up and pull it on over your head. What would’ve happened if you’d stayed that day? If you’d at least said goodbye?

You shake your head at the thought, quietly padding into the kitchen. It was pointless to dwell on the past, on what might’ve been; you couldn’t change things and neither could he. The Universe had seen fit to give you a second chance though, and you weren’t going to let yourself run away this time. You pull open your fridge, briefly scanning the contents before settling on a bowl of fruit you’d cut up earlier. You close the door with your hip, setting it on the counter and plucking a piece out. Flavor explodes in your mouth as you chew, the tartness of the fruit making your mouth water. You moan softly as you eat another piece, closing your eyes to savor the sweetness.

You jump as Santiago’s strong hands squeeze your hips, his chin hooking over your shoulder, and you smile, leaning back into his solid, warm body.

“Want some?” you ask, picking a piece of fruit between your fingers.

He hums, opening his mouth as you bring it to his lips, his tongue licking the excess juice off of your fingers. You bite your lip, plucking another piece from the bowl and tossing it into your mouth. You go back and forth like this for a while, talking about everything and nothing. Among other things, you learn where he’s from, what he does, why he was in Vegas, and you, in turn, tell him things about yourself.

Later, long after the fruit has been eaten, he turns you around to face him, arms caging you in against the counter as he leans in to kiss you. He tastes exquisite, the sweetness of the fruit mingling with something so inherently him. You lick into his mouth, tangling your tongue with his and he groans, the sound sending a rush of warmth down your spine. He’s half hard against you, rutting against your hip, his fingers toying with the bottom of the shirt you’re wearing. When he pulls away to drag his lips down your neck, you sigh, fingers tanging in his curls as he sucks a mark into your skin.

“Santi,” you breathe, biting back a moan. “Why’d you come looking for me?”

He hums, nipping at your collarbone, smiling when your breath catches.

“Honestly?” he rasps, tone light as he pulls back to meet your eyes. “I really just wanted my shirt back.”

You snort a laugh, clapping a hand over your face in embarrassment. He chuckles, eyes crinkling as he leans in to claim your mouth again, his fingers slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. You get lost in the warm, slick slide of his lips against yours, every kiss stoking the fire burning beneath your skin, when a thought randomly occurs to you.

“Wait,” you mumble, gently prying his mouth from yours. “What’s your last name?”

His chuckles, brow furrowing in mild confusion. “Garcia, why?”

You smile, thumbing the ring on your finger as you lean in to kiss him. “Just curious.”

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emotangerine · 1 year

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Torn (Pt.1?)

Paring : Phillip Graves x Reader (No use of Y/N)

Codename : Hawk

Summary : Taking place during Graves betrayal, his lieutenant Hawk didn’t know about Shepherd’s orders and goes against her commander, being torn by his decision. (I suck at summaries)

Warnings : It’s CoD, of course there’s violence

“Your men have been…”

The dirty blonde Commander licked his teeth.

“Detained.” he added, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Alejandro, visibly angered, immediately jumped at him.

Soap reacted and took the Shadow soldier in a chokehold, asking Graves what the fuck he was doing.

Hawk hit one of the Shadow’s who was attacking Alejandro, choking him with her forearm.

Ghost stabbed one Shadow in the neck and threw his knife into another one.

Alejandro, who was currently choking a Shadow, was hit by Graves in the head with the end of his rifle, passing out.

Graves shot at Soap and hit his shoulder, Soap quickly running down into the forest.

Hawk threw the now dead Shadow to the side and went to elbow Graves in the face, but was stopped by his hand grabbing it.

She tried to kick his legs, but he was quicker and shoved her face-first into the vehicle.

“What the fuck, Graves?” she cried out, struggling against him.

He adjusted his grip on her roughly, pressing her even more into the truck.

“It’s for the Shadow Company, Hawk, for us.” he said through clenched teeth.

“Fuck off, betraying 141 isn’t helping us in any way.” she yelled at him.

Graves growled, frustrated his Lieutenant wasn't getting his point.

Hawk pulled her head back and headbutted her Commander in the face, freeing herself.

Graves was holding his nose, but was still quick enough to wriggle Hawk’s sniper rifle from her back.

The woman stumbled due to the force, but quickly pulled herself up, running into the forest as well.

“Can’t run forever, darling.” he shouted after her, panting from the previous fight.

“Sir, Ghost is gone as well.” a Shadow told him.

“Sonofabitch…” the Commander mumbled.

“Find ‘em, but let Hawk live!” he shouted in anger.

Hawk hid behind a house wall, listening to some Shadows angrily conversing while a man was pleading in Spanish.

She clenched her fists and closed her eyes when she heard a gunshot and the man’s pleading stopped.

She leaned out of her hiding spot, firing two clean shots at the Shadows head’s, killing them instantly.

“Bastards…” She swore under her breath.

When she heard the footsteps leaving, she snuck around the wall and moved along the street.

“Johny?” She suddenly heard through her radio.

“It’s Hawk, but close.” She answered.

“What the fuck is Graves doing?” Ghost asked.

“Hell do I know, he’s gone insane.” She answered.

“You heard anything from Johnny?” He asked.

“You mean Soap? No, nothing, but try to get through his radio.” She said.

“You gonna be alright?” Ghost asked, almost sounding concerned.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, I can handle myself.” The sniper answered.

“We’ll meet at the church.” He said before his radio shut off with a cackling noise.

“Alright, then.” She whispered to herself and pulled up her half balaclava, covering half her face.

She still had her pistol and a knife.

At least something that could keep her alive.

Even though she was missing her SP-X 80.

She snuck along an alleyway, her black shawl flowing behind her.

She stopped at a corner when she heard the voice of Graves.

She clenched her teeth, when she heard him ordering his Shadow’s to shoot another pair of the civilians.

“How’s the search going?” he asked one Shadow.

The Shadow sighed, shaking his head.

“Didn’t find anyone, but we found two dead Shadows.” He sighed.

“Killed with very clean headshots.” He added.

Graves chuckled, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hips.

"Hawk." He said under his breath.

"Keep on searching, she can't be far." He told the Shadow, to which he nodded and walked off.

Hawk waited until Graves was alone and snuck up on him.

Yeah, it probably was stupid, but for the first time in her career she acted emotional instead of rational.

It was too late for that anyway.

She put him in a chokehold and thrusted her gun against his head.

Graves gasped in surprise and tried to get out of her grip, but she only clenched her arm harder against his neck.

"One good fucking reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." She hissed in his ear.

"I'll explain alright, just let me go." He gasped.

"I won't fucking do that." She hissed.

"Talk." She said.

Graves pressed his lips together.

"Now!" She shouted.

"I had to." He gasped.

Hawk rolled her eyes.

"And?" She questioned, definitely not satisfied with his answer.

"I'm only following Shepherd's orders." He said between clenched teeth.

Hawk scoffed.

"Just like a damn dog, huh?" She hissed.

He suddenly choked out her name.

Her real name.

Hawk tensed up.

He only ever used her name when it was absolutely serious.

Graves used her state of confusion to break free of her hold, distancing himself from her.

"Why?" She asked, her forehead creasing.

Graves sighed, running a hand over his face.

Hawk raised her gun immediately, thinking he was gonna attack.

"He threatened to destroy the Shadow Company." He sighed.

He took a step forward, Hawk tightening her grip on the gun.

"He threatened to kill you, damn it!" He shouted, frustrated.

The woman's mouth parted under her balaclava.

What the hell was she supposed to answer?

"You can't be serious…" The woman breathed out, shocked.

Something in her snapped suddenly.

"You killed all those people and betrayed 141 so that I could live?" She screamed.

The dirty blonde man pointed at her in anger.

"I did, because I fucking care about you!" He screamed back.

It was silent for a moment, no one saying a word.

Only the rain could be heard, splashing onto the stone tiles of the little marketplace.

"You have no right…" Hawk breathed out.

"What?"

"You have no fucking right to use me as an excuse to kill all these civilians!" She growled.

"I couldn't let him take you away." He mumbled in defeat.

Graves sighed, looking at her with that pleading look.

Hawk swallowed heavily, her eyebrows creasing.

She scanned his features before dropping her arms down.

"Don't think I'll let you live the next time I see you." She said before turning around to run through an alleyway.

"I did this for you!" Graves shouted after her.

She turned around, some wet strands of her hair sticking to her forehead.

Her eyes looked pitiful as she clenched her fists.

"I never asked for you to." She said.

She turned around again, finally running through the alleyway, away from him.

Graves' shoulder hung down in defeat.

She looked so hurtful, he had never seen that look on her face, not even on missions.

He hated that look.

She was right, she didn't ask for this.

But the selfish part in Phillip didn't want to listen.

The selfish part in him yearned for her to understand and fall into his arms.

But he understood that could never happen.

Not when he had noticed the tear falling down her face.

It could've been rain, but Phillip knew better.

And it crushed him.

"Hawk, you there?" The clacking noise of her radio sprung to life.

"Ghost, yeah I'm here, met Graves." She answered back.

"You killed him?" He asked.

"No, he got away." She stated.

The british man responded with a low hum, knowing she was not telling him the whole story, but decided not to question it further.

"I'm near the church now, you got through Soap?" Hawk questioned, climbing over a fence into an alleyway.

"Yeah, he's hurt, but he's managing."

"Good." She answered, now sneaking through a clothing store.

Hawk snuck around the counter, but quickly pulled back when a Shadow was entering the store.

She cursed in her head, but sprung into action.

She went around to counter, only to realize that the Shadow wasn't standing there anymore.

Her eyes widened, realizing her mistake.

Before she could react though, she felt the butt of a gun smacking on her head.

Her body stumbled onto the ground, not completely unconscious though.

"Fuck" She hissed.

She tried to get up again, but felt the gun headbutt her again, this time rendering her unconscious.

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profound-bouquetbird · 1 year

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TOH characters as incorrect quotes + y/n

Hello! How are you doing today :) hope you're doing well!

I may or may not have changed certain words like God to Titan, and prom to grom, but yeah

Here are some quotes (that i used on a generating thingamajig on Google called perchance.org incorrect quotes)

<✯~✯>

Hunter: hey, y/n, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Y/n: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly

Hunter: No, i mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Y/n: Can't really say i have.

Hunter: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes

Y/n: Sorry, Hunter. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringing up anybody

<✯~✯>

Y/n: I'm proud to identify as morosexual. I'm attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing the under the moonlight.

Hunter: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Y/n, already taking off their clothes: God, Hunter, you're so fucking stupid.

<✯~✯>

Gus: Willow, can I ask you a question?

Willow: You just did.

Gus: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Willow: You just did.

Gus, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Willow: You just did.

Gus: When?!

Willow: Just now.

<✯~✯>

Luz & Gus in the back of Y/n's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!

Willow: We have food at home.

Y/n: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough*

Luz & Gus: YAYYYYYY!

Y/n: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

<✯~✯>

Luz: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Hunter: We're chopsticks!

Luz: Well... that's cute!

Luz: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Y/n: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

<✯~✯>

Hunter: I’m this close to falling in love with Y/n.

Luz: Your fingertips are touching.

Hunter: Exactly.

<✯~✯>

Luz: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Hunter: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Luz: Aww, it's a love note for Y/n?

Hunter: No-

Luz: *opens it*

Luz:

Hunter:

Luz: I can't read this.

<✯~✯>

Gus: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there?

Luz: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.

Gus:

Gus: *sobs*

Willow: You fucking scared him, you idiot.

<✯~✯>

Luz: What time is it?

Y/n: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out

Y/n: *BLASTS the saxaphone*

Vee: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING

Y/n: It’s 2 am

<✯~✯>

Y/n: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Hunter: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

<✯~✯>

Hunter: My future partner must be brave, strong intelligent, successful and organized

Y/n: *steps on a caterpillar and proceedes to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely.*

Hunter: That one. I want that one

<✯~✯>

Luz: You know, Hunter gives Y/n flowers everyday, i wish you'd do that to

Amity: Okay.

-later-

Amity: *gives Y/n flowers*

Y/n: ???

Amity: I don't know, I'm confused as well

<✯~✯>l

Luz: Hey Hunter, wanna third wheel on my date with Amity tomorrow?

Hunter: sure

Luz: Y/n! Wanna third wheel on my date with Amity tomorrow?

Y/n: sure

Luz: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Hunter & Y/n: ...

Amity: Luz...

<✯~✯>

Hunter: I wanna be with you for the rest of my life.

Y/n: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Hunter, getting down on one knee: that's 'cause it is.

<✯~✯>

Hunter: If i say i love you, will you say it back?

Y/n: Yes.

Hunter: I love you

Y/n: It back

-later-

Luz: why is hunter crying face-down on the floor?

<✯~✯>

Luz: That's ridiculous, Amity doesn't have a crush on me.

Hunter: Yes she does

Y/n: Yes she does

Amity: Yes i do

<✯~✯>

Hunter: sapnu puaS

Y/n: What??

Y/n: What language is that.

Hunter: Turn your phone 180 degrees

*y/n has blocked your number*

<✯~✯>

Luz: Okay! Let’s play Kiss Marry Kill!

Luz: First who would you kill?

*Amity points at Y/n*

*Gus points at Y/n*

*Willow points at Y/n*

Y/n: *shrugs* I would kill me too.

<✯~✯>

Luz: *visiting the squad* Hello, I just came to-

Luz: *sees Willow shoving Gus into the washing machine while Amity records and Y/n watches*

Luz: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

<✯~✯>

Y/n: This food is too hot... I can't eat it

Hunter: You're very hot, and i still eat you

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Gus: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Vee: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

<✯~✯>

Luz: *about Hunter and Y/n* They make a cute couple huh.

Amity: They certainly are standing next to each other.

<✯~✯>

Hunter: Well, Y/n and i finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Hunter: That's right... We kissed!

<✯~✯>

Hunter: Where are you going?

Y/n: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Hunter: I told you I did! It's coming here on Friday!

Luz, knowing full well that Hunter gave Y/n and engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

<✯~✯>

Amity: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Luz: I sleep with a knife.

Hunter: Both of you are pathetic.

Amity: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Hunter: Y/n.

<✯~✯>

Luz: Do you love Y/n?

Hunter: Yeah, I do.

Luz: Amity! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Amity: We all love Y/n. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

Hunter: I thought that was implied.

Amity: ...

Luz: ...

Hunter, looking straight at Luz: Congrats Luz, you just won 100 bucks.

<✯~✯>

Y/n: I love you.

Hunter: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Y/n and Hunter kiss passionately*

Luz, to Amity: You owe me 20 dollars.

<✯~✯>

Amity: Why would anyone want to harm Luz?

Vee: Maybe because they met her?

<✯~✯>

Luz: So, what is Y/n to you?

Hunter: The reason I wake up every morning.

Luz: ...That’s adorable.

Y/n earlier that morning, barging into Hunter′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

<✯~✯>

Luz, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Y/n, not looking up from their book: Really? Hunter, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

<✯~✯>

Luz: That shirt looks great, Y/n.

Y/n: Thanks.

Luz: But I bet it would look even better on Hunter's floor.

Hunter: Are you hitting on Y/n... for me?

<✯~✯>

Y/n: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Hunter: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Hunter: Would you like me to tutor you?

Luz: That was smooth.

<✯~✯>

Lilith: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Hunter: I just wanna fucking marry Y/n!!

<✯~✯>

*Y/n rushes by with an armful of water bottles*

Hooty: What's going on?

Lilith: Y/n wouldn't drink water.

Hooty: ...And?

Lilith: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle.

Y/n, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

<✯~✯>

Y/n: I'm in love with you

Hunter: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Y/n: I know

Hunter: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

<✯~✯>

Amity: Why is Y/n crying on the floor?

Luz: They're drunk

Amity: And?

Luz: They saw a picture of Hunter's spouse.

Amity: But they're Hunter's spouse

Luz: I know.

<✯~✯>

Hunter: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Gus: Did Y/n say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Hunter: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL-

<✯~✯>

Y/n: The stars are so beautiful...

Hunter: They're just gigant balls of gas.

Y/n: You know what, if you're just going ruin this, then-

Hunter: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Y/n: Oh...

<✯~✯>

Y/n: *Holds us a sign that says "Grom?" outside Hunter's window.

Gus: OH my Titan, Yes!

Y/n: *Yelling up* No, tell Hunter!

Gus: Hunter! I'm going to grom with your lover!

<✯~✯>

Amity: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Y/n: Well Hunter and I-

Hunter: *elbows Y/n*

Y/n: ...wouldn't know.

<✯~✯>

God damn, i finally finished this, took me long enough, and for any of you tat sent request's just so you know i am trying to write all of them, it's just taking me a while, plus i have no motivation ;-;

Anyway, ba-bye!

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multific · 2 years

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New Start

Santiago Garcia x Reader

Summary: When the boys found you, you were bound to the wall, ankles and wrists blessing from the cuffs that kept you in that tiny jail, they had a feeling you haven't even seen the light in a long time. You were scared and you didn't even speak English.

It was Frankie who found you, he thought he heard a noise in the basement and surely enough, there you were. You were so scared you even threw a bowl and a small vase you found at him.

"We can't bring her with us. She will slow us down." said Ben as they all decided to do a small gathering and plan on what to do with you. Ben gave you a bottle of water and a poorly wrapped sandwich. You silently ate everything.

"So, what? You suggest we leave her?" asked Santiago.

"Probably not a good idea, she'll be dead if someone finds her still here after what we just did." Will made a good point. Everyone groaned.

"We can bring her to the plane, then we-"

"What we bring her home, Fish?! Are you insane? Stealing money is one thing but bringing an illeagal immigrant into the States is just-"

"I know someone, she will get a name, an identity." replied Ben. "We can save her."

"We are not her saviors. We can't even talk to her, she doesn't understand English! Can you speak to her? Spanish?" everyone shook their heads. "French" Again, everyone shook their heads. "German?" No. "Then what the fuck should we do?"

"Bring her with us, Benny's friend will give her IDs and she will live. We killed enough people already." said Santiago and everyone agreed, even if Tom wasn't a fan of the idea, he decided to agree.

"We are going to save you." Santiago said as he knelt down in front of you, offering you a smile.

You didn't understand a word they were speaking, but you did understand their intentions.

They weren't there to hurt you, they were there to help. Especially that really handsome one with the beautiful eyes and curly hair, you especially liked him, so you stuck with him. You followed him, watching his movement as he walked, you followed, just as silently.

You watched as they all panicked when you heard shots. You ducked behind a rock, but you couldn't ignore that you saw an enemy with a gun behind one of the guys, you slowly walked there when no one was watching.

And just as Tom turned, he saw the gun, but the guy was pushed before he could fire and fell, Tom shot the guy before he looked up to see you crouching, he knew you pushed the guy.

"You saved my life," he said as the others arrived.

---

You were confused. They all talked to you, saying things but you didn't understand a thing. They all sat around a fire, talking to each other, laughing and you laughed with them, even if you had no idea what they were talking about.

You suddenly spoke up, saying your first name. And they all looked at you confused. They you said your name again and pointed at yourself.

"Ben." one of them said.

"Will."

"Tom.”

Okay, easy names, you thought.

"Francisco." Oh Boy. "But call me Frankie."

"Santiago." another longer name.

You nodded and smiled to all of them.

You learned to say all their names. And when you finally got back, well, they got back, you were at a completely strange place.

You did what you knew would work, you stuck with Santiago. And you also knew what the gold ring on some of their fingers meant.

You were a foreigner not stupid.

Your journey with the men was… interesting to say the least.

They all made sure you were safe but Santiago in particular. And who were you to push away such a handsome hero?

---

"You can live with me while we figure this out, I'm the only one without a wife, girlfriend or kids so I don't have any explaining to do, but you have to keep a low profile." Santiago said and he repeated himself in Spanish, but you still didn't understand a word. Yet, you still nodded, you understood his intentions, you understood that this was his home, typical bachelor’s home.

You were given a room and food. But you didn't like that. Your room was too quiet, it felt cold like your cell. Even if the bed was the most comfortable you could ever ask for and the room was warm.

You still didn’t feel safe. You were lonely.

You often moved to Santiago's room, trying to be quiet not to wake him up, you would silently laying down next to him, you felt better there, safer.

The first time he noticed you in his bed was when he woke up with you in his arms, in his sleep he unintentionally moved over to you and cuddled you.

He was concerned but he didn’t mind, he just didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. You were happy to cook for him, happy to watch movies with him, whatever he wanted really.

Days, weeks and months passed. You now had a basic English vocabulary.

“Dinner?” you asked Santiago as he was sitting on the couch.

“I’ll order something, come back the series in starting.”

This was your normal now, but you felt bad, ever since he and his team helped you, you didn’t do anything productive, and cooking doesn’t count. Not in your book at least.

You wanted to work, but with the language barrier, it was extremely difficult.

Later that evening, you were getting ready for bed when his phone started to ring.

It was Tom calling.

“What’s up?” asked Santiago as he answered.

“Pope, hi, how’s things with your new-found wifey?”

Santiago laughed a little.

“Not so bad, she can now talk a lot better, why did you call?”

“I know who she is Pope. She was taken from her village, I have a report. Her village was attacked, they killed everyone, even she is presumed dead. There was fire, gunshots, almost everything you can imagine.”

“That’s awful.”

“Yeah, and I also have some news, since she’s dead, well presumed dead, it will be difficult to get her past immigration, you are lucky I know a lot of people but she will need a new last name. I am filling in her papers and I-“

“I will marry her.”

“Sorry? You don’t need to play the hero Pope. It’s all good I put her down as a random, generic last name, but-“

“It’s not about playing the hero. I want to marry her. She’s perfect.”

Tom smiled on the other end of the line.

“Come over tomorrow, collect her papers, oh, and you better start teaching her fast, No government official will believe that she is American if she doesn’t even speak basic English.”

“Thank you, Tom.”

“I should thank her, she saved my life, this is the least I can do.”

You understood that this was needed. Giving you a new identity was difficult, but not impossible. With the correct connections, you were officially an American citizen.

“Now, you can leave the house.” Said Santiago as he gave you your brand new ID. “Leave the house, look for a house, job or whatever you want. But you can stay with me as well. I like you company you know that.”

“Stay with Santi.” You said “No leave. Stay and help.” It made him smile.

“Marry me.” He said, right there, in front of Tom’s house as you two were walking to the car. You tilted your head.

“Marry?” you thought that was a name.

“Yes, I’m asking you to be my wife.”

Now that word you understood.

“Me? Santi wife?”

“Yes. I love you.” You understood that word as well. And all those days you just thought it was one sided. That he only let you sleep next to him because he was kind.

“I love you too.” You said with a rather shaky voice. But it was the truth. Santiago smiled as he grabbed your jaw and pilled you close to kiss you.

You were so happy, you felt like your chest would burst. You not only were rescued from your prison, you got to know this lovely group of men, and you even found love.

This was the fresh new start you begged for every night in that cold, dirty disgusting cell.

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skylarmoon71 · 9 months

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spider-Verse) AU- Oneshot

Word Count: 7k+. Opps, I did it again XD

Enjoy!

Life really had a way of throwing you into the blender.

First you had to deal with your jerk of a boss who apparently didn’t do much but scowl and give demands without a single thank you.

Not one!

But that's besides the point.

Your current predicament was much more dire than a self centered superior.

“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME I’M TOO PRETTY TO DIE!!”

Case in point.

You are presently in the air being carried by some man in spandex and as he swings through the streets of New York. You were clutching onto him while screaming and trying to break free. None of which he seemed to like because his head turned in your direction and the red markings on his navy color suit just made you that more terrified.

“Would you stop yelling I’m trying to save your life!!”

He sounds pissed and when he finally releases you, it’s after he’s landed safely on the top of a very high building.

In his defense, he did stop you from being attacked. Most people knew better than to walk the streets of New York that late. You’d just been dealing with so much. The second he’s no longer holding you, you grip your purse, scampering to a corner. There’s really no way for you to run and when he straightens to his full height, it does nothing to ease your nerves.

“It’s stupid to be out on your own this late.”

His lecture kind of pisses you off.

“I thought you said you were helping me! What kind of hero talks trash to the person they are saving!!”

“I never said I was a hero.”

“Yeah, well good, you would suck at it anyway. I-I didn’t even need your help.”

“Por supuesto.”

The little grumble in Spanish catches your attention and you inch away from your cowering position, recognition flashing over your features.

“No way..”

A part of you thinks it’s a delusion, but you know that voice. That exasperated tone. You heard it too often not to recognize it.

He’s still standing there clearly agitated, but when you no longer look scared, his body language shifts.

“M-Mr. O’ Hara!!”

You yell in surprise. He turns his back abruptly.

“You got the wrong person.”

It sounds like he’s trying to mask his voice now and you growl, charging at him.

“Oh no you don’t!”

It’s clear he doesn’t expect you to fully attack him, when you jump on his back, he stumbles.

“W-What the hell are you doing get off me!!”

You grab the top of his mask and when you yank it off. Those thick brown locks are hard to miss. He turns to you in surprise.

“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!!”

Of all the people, why did it have to be him?

He shrugs you off, and you almost tumble, but he grabs your arm before you fully meet the concrete. His glare is fixated on you. Much like the other times in his office, you feel so small under it.

“Give me back my mask.”

It doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s pissed. You hand it to him shakily and he runs a hand over his head with an aggravated huff. This wasn’t making any sense.

“W-Why are you running around the city as a vigilante..”

His gaze is still somewhat boring to you.

“The better question is why the hell are you out this late with no protection. Are you really that reckless? You were basically asking for trouble. “

“Y-You have some nerve!! You’re the one that gave me the shitload of entrance forms and told me to have it done by Monday. You think I enjoy getting mugged!!”

Maybe it was the darkness playing tricks on you, but for a second he actually looked a bit guilty. It disappeared within a second, and you were once again being hoisted into his arms. You screamed.

“P-Put me down!!”

“Stop fighting me, I'm going to take you back to your home!!”

You intended to protest, but then you realized you were in fact on the top of a very large building that you would not be able to climb down on your own.

“I guess that finally shut you up.”

You had every intention of firing a response, but he took off in the air again and you could only shut your eyes as you tried not to look down at the daunting buildings. Miguel’s eyes strayed only for a moment when he felt you bury your face deeper into his chest. He brushed off the thought that ran across his mind the second it appeared, focusing on getting you back.

That night was eye opening for the both of you. Not only were you an assistant for the world’s most grumpiest boss, but apparently you were also his accomplice in crime.

In his case it was more justice..maybe?

You were still trying to wrap your head around the whole vigilante situation. That’s why you decided that you were going to be anywhere he wasn’t. You couldn’t continue working there knowing who he was.

“He’s crazy if he thinks I’m staying.”

You’d already quit and you were at home packing up your things. The plan was to move to another state and start fresh. You could do temp jobs until you found a solid one.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Your screech must have been heard from every floor.

“H-How did you get into my house!!”

“Your bedroom window was open.”

“What kind of psycho does that!!”

You grabbed a mug from the box, chugging it at him in which he caught easily, placing it on the table nearby. You swallow when he approaches. His stature has always been intimidating, but now, it’s more daunting. Knowing what he was fully capable of was terrifying. It didn’t help that he was wearing that suit again. Something about the way those eyes were painted over just had you so unsettled. The design of his outfit was just as unnerving as his personality.

“Do you really think I would let you leave my company with all you know? You’re my assistant and since we’re both in a compromising position, there’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight. You know my secret. Knowledge is power.”

You shook your head.

“P-Please, I promise I won’t say a word to anyone. J-Just let me go. You won’t ever hear from me or see me again I swear.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I wish I could take your word for it. But you’re a liability that I can’t afford. “

You managed a glare.

“Y-You can’t force me to do anything!”

He turned his palm over and when he drew those claws, you could physically feel your heart stop for a second.

“Try me.”

He approaches and you stagger backwards in an attempt to run, but in a matter of seconds, you're pinned to the door. Miguel leers down at you.

“I know where you live, who you are and where you might run to. So I insist that you reconsider my offer Ms. Caine.”

From his tone, you really don’t have a choice.

You’re stuck.

That’s how the partnership started. You showed up the very next day, and the whispers were non-stop. A lot of people speculated that there was an affair, or that you were almost taken by another company. There’s a long list of rumors and assumptions. You should have been more affected by the voices, but all you could think about was him. Your ill tempered jerk of a boss who was basically holding you hostage.

“Why did it have to be him!!”

Of all the people, why did he have to be the vigilante?

Following the encounter you conducted some very in depth research. As it turns out, Miguel was actually cleaning the streets of New York, both with his companies and his skills. It was bad enough that he was a pompous rich guy. He just had to be a superhero too. It was infuriating.

He got to spend his day bossing you around and then his nights kicking the butt of bad guys. You didn’t understand how such an unlikeable man could be doing such good deeds. There was no press in it for him if he was insistent on keeping his identity a secret. Honestly, with what he was capable of, he could have turned into a crime boss. With some of the things you saw on youtube, the man was next to unstoppable.

Incredible.

You would have admired the cause if you didn’t know who was under the mask.

“What are you doing?”

You blink.

You hadn’t realized that you’d completely zoned out. You turn your head, getting back to work organizing his files.

“Nothing.” You mutter.

Miguel is at his desk, and you’re shuffling through his cabinets as you put everything where it belongs.

“I hope you’re not getting any crazy ideas. “ He stands and you tense up because you think he’s about to head right over to you and tell you off, maybe offer another threat.

“Have my schedule for this month done by today.”

Your eyes widen.

“S-Sir, that's impossible. I usually take at least three days to have everything sorted.”

“You better get to work then.”

You aren’t given a chance to retaliate because he’s already out the door, heading off to another meeting. You’re beyond pissed. Not just for the inconvenience that being his assistant has always brought, but the sheer fact that tonight you actually had a date and this is the third time you’re canceling. You slide out your phone begrudgingly.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be working late again. Could we maybe meet on Saturday.”

The response you get is almost immediate.

“I don’t think this is going to work.”

That’s all the message says. You try to respond, but it appears he’s blocked you.

“AHHHH WHY ME!!

You can’t really blame the guy. Neither of you had met yet, but you’d spent the last two times explaining why you couldn't make it. All because your boss is a grade A asshole.

The next few hours you drown yourself in tasks. The only good thing this man has ever done is make your office fairly close to his. Throughout the day you move back and forth. Even when Miguel returns, you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your displeasure. At this point it’s obvious he doesn’t really care. When your friends had warned you about taking the job five months ago you should have listened. Everyone heard the rumors of him being a difficult person to work with but you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. That and the pay was amazing. So you just dove in because you knew rumors weren’t always true. As it turns out he wasn’t difficult.

He’s insufferable.

Regardless of your situation you continued to do your job. You’d only stopped when you happened to glance at your cell phone. It wasn’t strange for you to work late. There was a knock on the door and the person that stepped in didn’t even look surprised.

“Figured it was you? Working late again.”

You let out a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, I’m just about to wrap up. Thanks for bringing me back to earth John.” He nods, stepping inside. He pulls out something from his pocket.

“Here, my Elizabeth made this for you. She’s just recently got into bracelet making.” Your eyes lit up at the bead style accessory with your name on each colored bead.

“It’s so cute!”

John smiles.

“My wife wouldn’t stop gushing about the outfit you bought for Elizabeth either. You’re basically a part of the family now. Don’t work too hard kid.” He gave you a little pat on the shoulder, and you smiled in thanks, sliding the little gift into your bag.

That small interaction had already brightened up your night. You cleaned up the space, exiting the building in a few minutes. On your way back, you couldn’t stop the little giggles at the thought of John’s family. He’d spent the first few months of her birth showing everyone pictures of his kid and wife, it was endearing.

You envied it

At this rate you wouldn’t get there because Miguel wouldn’t offer you even a chance to breathe. You tried your best not to dwell on that. Increasing your pace. Whenever you got out this late it always made you weary. You needed to take the train back to your place and all the creeps tended to come out at these hours. You buzzed right by a bar, keeping your head down to avoid drawing any unwanted attention.

Fate wasn’t too kind because for the last five minutes you were certain you’d felt the same figure following you. Your heart rate increased and you clutched your pace, speeding up. For a moment you turned behind and when the lights flashed on the street, you could see a smirk on his lips. At this point you were full on panicking. This particular street was vacant, so throwing caution to the wind, you began sprinting the best you could in heels.

Better to look crazy than to be attacked.

You took one turn and you were pushed against the wall. You staggered, hitting it roughly. Just as you moved to pull out your pepper spray you were punched in the gut. Your body hit the floor like a brick, and you gasped when the man jumped on top of you, holding you down.

“Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out so late.”

The taunting in his voice just spiked your pulse faster and you tried to fight him off, you really did.

“H-HEL-”

His hand pressed against your lips and he ripped your blouse. The tears were coming before you could stop them.

“Be quiet and you just might leave here alive.”

Dread struck you.

This was it.

He was too strong, you were too tired and weak. You hadn’t even had a full lunch. The stress from your job had been weighing on your mind so much that you hadn’t realized how exhausted you really were. Now you were about to be assaulted in the back of some alleyway.

Your sobs continued and he began moving his hands lower. You weren’t even sure if you were fighting anymore or if you’d just given up.

One second he’s on top of you and the next you hear a grunt. The weight is gone almost instantly, and you briefly process the sound of punches making contact. Each one that hits makes you jolt. You’re still actively crying, now pressed to the wall as you pray for help.

One last hit and something hits the ground. Your entire body is shaking, and when the figure rises from over the man who’s now laying on the ground, you want to scream. You wonder if you’d just escaped one monster to get jumped by another. He steps out from the shadows and the crimson and navy patterns are the first thing you see. It’s a breath of relief that leaves in an instant.

“You’re-”

He barely gets a word out, because you run right into his arms.

Crying.

Bawling.

Miguel looks down at your state. Your clothes are a mess and he can still feel you trembling. You’re holding unto him as if you never want to let go.

“This is my fault.”

If he hadn’t been such a jerk about getting his tasks done you would have been home safely like all the other employees. You were attacked again and it was all his fault. Sliding his arm under your legs, he lifted you up. His free hand slicks a web to grab your bag. The second he has it all secured, he’s gone in the darkness of the night.

After he’d dropped you home, you seemed a lot more settled. He’d given specific instructions about reporting your attacker and he made it his mission to head back there and kick the guy some more just for the hell of it.

At the moment, he’d found himself just watching you. There was still a slight tremble when he looked at you, but you’d thanked him and turned around. You were a mess, he could understand why. So he stayed. You didn’t ask him to, but he caught the look of relief you wore when you stepped out the bathroom and he was still standing by the bed. He watched you get tucked in and had every intention of leaving, but you grabbed his arm.

“Can you..stay just a little longer…”

The vulnerability displayed made him feel like shit. Right about now he would have loved to see you yell at him or fire a crafty insult. Anything other than the pain you were now experiencing.

“I’ll stay as long as you want.”

He owed you so much more than that.

For the very first time, you actually smiled. Not at a coworker or some friend, but at him. You slid into the bed, and he could see your features begin to even out with the sounds of your breath. Some point early that morning he’d finally gotten himself to leave.

That’s why the following morning he’s anxious. He knows that you probably won’t show up. But he’s not certain if he should drop by to check on you or simply just call.

The soft knock makes his head raise.

“Come in.”

Someone does walk in, to his surprise it’s you. You’re holding his calendar that he’d been adamant of you finishing.

“Good morning Mr. O’ Hara.”

He stands almost out of impulse. You look physically alright, but that expression from last night is engraved in his mind. You walk right over so casually. It almost makes him wonder if he imagined the entire ordeal.

“I finished your calendar. It’s been fully updated. I also adjusted it on your computer. You should receive the updates in a few minutes with a link to forward it directly to your phone as well. Your 10 am has been pushed to 11am today because the benefactor is currently stuck in traffic due to an accident on the main highway. He sends his apologies.”

You place the binder on his desk.

“I set all the new applicants for the internship on your desk for you to look over. The interviews went very well, but we only have six positions open. I made notes to help you get a better understanding of the individuals. Is there anything else you need at this moment before I go for a small break? I skipped breakfast this morning. “

He’s not sure what to make of this.

“Are you..is this..”

He can’t really form a proper answer.

You hold his gaze for a few moments, then look down.

“I filed the report this morning at the precinct. They found him tied to a post on ninth avenue. He’ll be charged accordingly thanks to you.” You still refuse to look at him.

“Thank you so much for..saving me..”

It sounds like you’re about to cry again and he grits his teeth.

“It’s my fault you were in the position in the first place. From now on you leave here at 6pm for the latest, do you hear me!”

It’s a very sweet gesture, but he’s yelling. It’s become clear that he’s not truly a heartless asshole, he’s just not good at communicating when he’s worried about someone.

“Yes, I will. Thank you Mr. O’ Hara.”

He grumbles, running a hand through his hair, taking a seat. Now that the atmosphere is much more mellow, you can’t help but ask.

“So how did you get your powers? Were you bitten by a cat-spider?”

He looks annoyed.

“Are you serious?”

“Well you have spider webs shooting out of your hands and you have claws and fangs. Plus I'm positive your eyes changed color last time.”

You place your hand on the desk, leaning over as you squint at him.

He’s a little unsettled by how intently you're looking at him now. He doesn’t like the way his heart reacts to the attention.

“Get back to work before I change my mind and make you work until the morning.”

“You can’t do that, it’s against company policy.” You fold your arms proudly.

“I own the company.”

Damn, you forgot about that.

Dropping your arms, you brush it off.

“You wouldn’t do that. I can tell that you’re starting to warm up to me. I think this whole tough guy act is just a charade. You’re actually a teddy bear aren’t you.”

“Please leave my office.”

“See, you don’t deny it!”

“GET OUT!!”

“Okay okay I’m going.”

You make a sharp turn, happily walking to the door. When you’re halfway out, you look back at him. He expects another snide remark, but your expression is nothing but warm.

“Thank you again for last night sir.”

It’s just above a whisper. For a moment he’s taken in how nice it feels to be thanked by you. With one last smile, you leave.

Miguel frowns.

“Meirda..”

He never thought he’d ever really trust anyone. Especially with the secret he holds. He’d gotten so good at keeping others at a distance. You finding out was never the plan. But it was surprisingly easier when he didn’t have to lie about his whereabouts to an unsuspecting assistant. Especially when he showed up at random times in the morning, covering it with poorly made excuses of sleeping in or unplanned meetings.

To his surprise you’d even gotten him a small wardrobe in his office to keep an array of business suits. It was after that one time he realized that he couldn’t show up to a meeting dressed as Spiderman.

This particular afternoon he was actually working on a crime syndicate he’d intended to take down. He had the files and pictures he needed to bring them down. Now it was just a matter of linking it all to the politician he was certain behind the whole operation. You walked in, carrying two bags of what looked like chinese food.

“You should have dinner. I’m just about to leave.”

He was relieved you were now sticking to the agreed time. That moment felt so far in the past.

“Thank you, I’ll be done in a second.”

He barely gave another glance after he said that. You dropped the food on his desk, but he noticed you hadn’t moved. Raising a brow, he looks up.

“Is there something else?”

You shook your head.

“Not really, I just think you’d have an easier time getting a date if you spoke to people like this rather than barking orders all the time.”

“WHO SAYS I HAVE A PROBLEM GETTING A DATE!!”

You grin.

“That defensive response just proved it. Besides this is a cooperation. People talk.”

“I should fire you all.”

You just laugh.

“Then who would keep this place afloat. I doubt you’d be able to be out there galavanting and run an entire company all by yourself.” You tease.

“I’d manage somehow.”

He directs his focus back to his work, and you admire him. For so long you’d convinced yourself that he was just a narcissist that enjoyed making others miserable. But the truth of the matter is he was shouldering quite a lot. If word got out of his nightly adventures, he could lose a lot. Regardless of how rich he is, there would be consequences.

The media would probably run his name through the mud, then when he finally picked up the pieces, his image would be tarnished. In an instant he could potentially lose all of this. Yet he still went out there to protect people. Suddenly his distant personality makes sense.

“Why do you do it?”

You can’t help but ask. His eyes don’t move from the computer.

“You seem to have everything figured out, why don't you tell me?” His sarcastic reply is what you expect.

“I think it’s because of what happened to your brother.”

He stops altogether.

It looks like you were right.

“After that night I found out I did a little research. He was a reporter and a good one. He uncovered that Alchemax was using lower class people to experiment on. He got too close and they killed him for it. A month after the whole thing was brought to light. Families were reunited and reimbursed by an anonymous source. They honored Micheal O’ Hara down at city hall. If not for him, no one would have known. “

His entire body is tense, and when his gaze finally meets you, there’s a strange vulnerability that you’ve never witnessed before.

“He wasn’t supposed to die like that. I kept telling him to let it go. But he never listened. We both know what it’s like to be taken advantage of when you don’t have much. Micheal was always fighting for the underdogs. He didn’t live in a big suite or mansion even though he was making six figures. He donated most of his funds to the orphanage that we grew up in."

You’re a bit shocked to learn of his background.

“Surprised that I wasn’t born into wealth.”

You nod.

“A little, yeah.”

“Micheal and I grew up dirt poor. Parents abandoned us when we were three. We spent those years on the streets until social services caught us and forced us into the system. Almost got separated. We promised that if we ever made it big, then we’d give back.”

This is quite the discovery. You always assumed he was linked to so many nonprofits to help his image, but he was actually making good on the promise. His eyes drifted to a picture on his desk, and you stare at the image of him with another man who bore a striking resemblance to him. Both men were grinning so widely.

“People are scum, but he wasn’t. He was the greatest person in the world. He died doing what was right.”

You could see the pride as he spoke.

“That’s the only thing I care about.”

Who would have thought. You have a newfound respect for him.

“Micheal would be proud of you. I know it.”

You find yourself reaching over and placing a hand over his on the desk. Miguel looks up, shaken by how easily your smile causes his thoughts to jumble.

You give a soft pat, pulling away.

“Well I’m turning in. Have a good night sir.”

Miguel stands abruptly and you slow your steps.

“Everything okay?” You question.

He nods.

“Yes. Just..let me take you home.”

You tilt your head in confusion. You’ve been going home alone for the last month or so. It was a bit scary at the beginning, but you are better now.

“You really don’t have to. I’m fine, I promise. “

“I want to.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that expression on his face was bashful.

“I didn’t know he could wear such a cute expression..”

You push back the thought.

“I’ll go grab my things.”

You pace out of there, slapping your cheeks for almost giving you away.

“Calm down, he’s just being nice!”

That’s what you were trying to convince yourself.

But for the nights that followed, he kept driving you home. It has gotten to the point that it was routine. He’d wrap up his work and then drive you back. It was weird being this close with him. He was maybe ten years your senior. You always knew that, but it seems like recently you started to take notice of the way he did things that just oozes maturity.

His gait, the way he spoke during conferences or meetings. The sharp suits. You’d been so fixated on the bad qualities at the start that you wrote off him having any good ones. He was so put together. Sure of himself. Whatever he did there was no doubt or uncertainty. Whether it be closing a contract or addressing an unreasonable client.

Although it was a change, it’s nice to see the different sides of him.

Like that one time you caught him singing to himself. You both had been working to close a contract, so it’s not shocking that he’s distracted. His door was slightly ajar, and the soft tune is what drew you inside

Ya hacen día' que no' vemos

Y creo que un tesoro encontré

¿Será verdad? Aún no lo proceso

Es que eres tal como te soñé

You were surprised to find out that he had a pretty nice voice.

Cuando me ve, no le tengo que decir

Si mi sonrisa no sabe mentir

Lo que no sabe es que mi sueño me va a cumplir

Si tú me ves y te empieza' a desvestir

Sneaking into the room, you just enjoyed the melodies. He was sitting in his chair, but his back was turned, grabbing something from the shelf at the side. When he got what he needed, he wheeled back to his desk. It’s then he takes notice, and he fumbles, almost falling out of the chair.

Your grin is stretched wide.

“I didn’t know you could sing sir. Quite a nice voice you got there.”

He straightened in the chair, and you could have sworn you saw a light dust of red on his cheeks. It was honestly adorable.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than sneak up on people.”

He stood, getting busy around the room in an attempt to play off his embarrassment.

“I’m pretty much free for the moment.” You hum, walking over to him.

You’d planned to ask if he needed any assistance, but he turned suddenly and you found yourself looking up at his massive form. The way he stared down always seemed to make you feel small. Not so much inferior, just, tiny.

Like he was the lion and you were the mouse.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re built like a bulldozer?”

“It’s come up.” He groused, stepping to the side, staying on task. You turn, following him to the desk.

He might have had a bit of a short fuse, but you were a little surprised he didn’t have a girlfriend.

Possibly relieved.

Miguel picked up his glasses from the desk, slipping them on as he read over a document. You couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him. There were a few stray locks that lay just over his forehead. He’d discarded his jacket and his shirt appeared to strain against his broad shoulders. Even with his perpetual scowl, you couldn’t deny that he is a very very attractive man.

“Are you interested in dating Mr. O’ Hara?”

It was a personal question, but if you were being honest at this point the both of you had already crossed so many boundaries that fell under normal boss-employee relationships.

What’s one more to that?

You can tell by his gaze that he expects some snark that follows on your part. Yet he’s met with nothing but your curious eyes. You looked generally interested in what he thinks of the topic. He stands from his seat, and once again you feel as though you shrink back when he moves into your space.

“What if I was cariño..”

You don’t really expect the lowered tone. His hand comes down on the desk at the sides of your waist and you exhale shakily. Somehow the spectacles on his face had made him ten times more handsome.

That or you have a serious kink.

“I-”

There’a a knock and you both seem to snap out of the short daze.

Miguel draws back and you’re a little afraid to move. Your legs feel a bit unsteady.

“Yes.”

The person enters and you do your best not to look frazzled. It's another manager presenting reports. Miguel dives right into work, exchanging notes.

You just take it all in.

A sudden realization seems to hit you that you no longer see him as the pissy superior you used to detest.

Rather than deal with your new discovery, you decide to just brush it off. Your dynamic with Miguel is already complicated at the moment. It’s better if you just don’t think about it.

Instead, you distract yourself with episodes of your favorite show.

When you’re settled in the comfort of your home, you finally have a chance to decompress.

Grabbing a bowl of popcorn, you got comfortable in your sheets as you got ready to watch a much needed movie marathon with your favorite district attorney.

“Barba for the win.”

You grin to yourself as the episode starts. Just as you were stuffing your face with the buttery goodness, there’s a harsh collision at your window. You’re startled, but you recognize that tall figure.

Pausing your show, you practically toss your bowl to the side.

“Hey did you forget how to land sir.” You joke.

When you fully opened your window, you took in his bloodied form and your heart dropped.

“Sir..”

You reached for him instinctively, guiding him from your balcony into your room. Sliding the window close, you moved him to lean against your bed. It was tough managing his weight.

His breathing didn’t sound that great. The very prominent slashes to his chest were hard to miss. His suit was a mess of materials. There seems to be blood everywhere.

You’ve never seen him this bad before.

He looks like he’s on the verge of death and you have no idea what to do.

“I-I need to call the ambulance, we have to get you to a hospital!”

You’re about to go search for your phone, but he takes your head, halting you. You lower to the floor slowly.

“No..no hospitals.”

His voice is strained.

“T-Then how am I supposed to help you. I-I don’t know what to do. I’m scared. I-I don’t want you to die!”

You’re on the verge of tears and he does his best to straighten his leaning form. He always lectured himself against resorting to this method. He wasn’t even sure why he came here in the first place. It just felt right at the moment. Like no matter what, everything would be alright if he just made it to you.

“I need..blood..your blood..”

It sounds a bit ridiculous. You’re convinced that he’s somewhat delirious. But he doesn’t look hazy, just in pain.

“M-My blood will help?”

He nods, groaning under his breath.

“It plays the same purpose as vitamins or herbal remedies. I don't usually need to ingest blood to survive. But when I’m injured, it helps me recover faster.”

None of it made sense to you, but if this would heal him, then you didn’t care. Miguel tried to look up when you ran into your kitchen. You’re walking back and he sees the knife. He feels a bit panicked.

“W-Wait what are you-’

You slice it across your palm before he says another word, and the red flashes over his usually honey brown eyes. You're on your back in seconds, the knife sliding out of your hand across the floor. You can only stare. Miguel’s tongue darts out and his fangs become visible.

You half expected him to bite you, you’re fully prepared, but he licks instead and your face heats up at the contact. You should be grossed out by this, but the way his wet appendage runs over your digits almost makes you blush. You close your eyes, and just when he pulls back, you wait.

All that follows is a thud.

You jump, because he’s now passed out on the floor. To your relief, the color has begun to return to his features.

You sigh to yourself, because it dawns on you that you can’t leave him here on the ground.

Oh joy.

It took maybe five minutes for you to get him into your bed. The top half of his suit was already pretty torn, so you ripped the remainder, tossing it on the ground. He’s set comfortably and you get busy, grabbing a washcloth and wiping the blood that’s stained on his skin. You would have to toss out all your sheets in the morning, that was for sure. But you can sleep much easier knowing that he’s alive.

At some point in the night you’ve fallen asleep.

You’re shaken awake when you feel movement on the bed.

“Are you going to sleep all morning?”

Rubbing your eyes, you try to adjust to the surroundings. You finally make out the towering form of Miguel.

He’s wearing that usual scowl.

“I guess I have you to thank for the scrap of my suit.”

For a moment you just stare at him. Last night he looked so weak and frail. Now watching him frown as he addressed you is comforting.

You run right into his arms, and he’s frozen.

“You’re okay…”

Miguel finds himself returning the embrace. He never imagined that he would have gotten so close. The both of you had barely been able to stand each other at the start. It was a miracle you both were able to be in the same room together without tearing the building apart.

“Don’t you ever do that again.”

It’s mumbled into his chest. His eyes soften.

“I’ll be more careful from now on. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Possibly the first sincere thing he has said to you. You move back slowly, and when you look up at him, you can see from his expression he’s confused.

“What?”

You shake your head with a little smile.

“I’m just really happy that you’re okay Mr. O’ Hara.”

He never thought he’d hear those words coming out of your mouth. Everything that usually followed those pretty lips of yours often came in the form of a heated insult.

“Her lips..”

His eyes couldn’t help but stray. You look so innocently happy. Miguel gulps and he almost bites into his lips when he feels the dryness that follows in his throat. His hands lay on your shoulders and he pushes you away, lowering his head.

“W-What’s wrong!”

You immediately assume the worst.

He shakes his head.

“I-I’m still recovering. You should keep your distance for the time being.”

You don’t get it, not at first, but then you remember his words from last night.

“Is it because of my blood?”

The cut is still present on your palm where you’d slide the knife. You’d just wrapped it with some gauze.

“It has nothing to do with your blood. I just need to be careful.”

“Then why won’t you look at me? I let you guzzle down some of my delicious iron, the least you could do is say thank you.”

“This isn’t the time, Caine.”

“Just look at me!”

He meets your gaze, but the power behind that stare isn’t what you expect. Nor is the ruby color of his irises.

“This is what you wanted, are you scared?”

He takes one step and you try to move back. It results in you almost falling right onto the bed. His pointed stare is still on you and this time you frown. You hate when he does this. You’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s trying to distance himself. Create that barrier. It's cowardly.

Turning your body, you shove him. You can see the clear shock as he falls right onto your bed. He means to yell at you, but you climb on top and he grows completely silent. Unable to breathe or talk or think.

“The only thing I’m scared of is losing you. Even if you’re a jerk, I care about what happens to you. Someone has to. You refuse to show anyone who you are or how you really feel. I’m done playing this game. I know you care. You care a lot and I think that you..t-that you might actually care about me the same way I care about you. Y-You could have gone anywhere last night but you came here.”

You pin his wrists to the bed the best you could. Given the clear size difference, he can easily push you off the bed.

“I-I’m not moving until you admit it!!”

You’re aware of how childish it sounds, but you couldn’t have imagined it.

His eyes hold uncertainty that you’ve never truly seen. When his gaze falters, a strange feeling erupts in your stomach. He wasn’t fighting back. Even though this was clearly breaking the rules of conduct.

“I care about you..”

It’s said so softly that you almost miss it.

“You do..”

Now he’s glaring.

“You pinned me down and demanded an answer when you weren’t even sure!!”

“Well I had a hunch but I could have been wrong.”

Miguel turns his head in the opposite direction.

“I can’t believe this. I should have fired you when I had the chance.”

You grin at his little mumble.

“Hah, like if. You’re crazy about me. I’m barely holding you down right now yet you haven’t budged. You’re secretly into this kind of stuff aren’t you sir. You want me to hold you down and have my way with you.”

You smirked and he rose to his feet, taking you with him. He was holding you in his arms and he could see the taunt about to follow, so he dropped you back on the bed.

“Oooof!”

Miguel rolled his eyes.

“I’m heading back.”

You scramble off the bed.

“W-Wait you can’t go out like that!”

“My mask is still intact.”

He was right, it’s just his top that was missing.

“You’re half naked, what kind of hero would you be if you went out like that. N-Not a very good one.”

Truthfully you just didn’t want other women seeing his beefy body.

That’s for your eyes only.

“Just stay here. I’m going to run to the store and get you some clothes.”

Before he could protest, you’re out the door.

From the moment he hired you he knew he was in trouble.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman #fluff #humor #boss/employee #across the spiderverse #care #friendship #miguel x reader #admitting feelings #heroes #alternate universe #love #crimefighter #secrets #trust #powers

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Jung Hoseok x Reader: Love Deception

(Celebrity Choreographer au)

🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBI!🎉

Summary: Hoseok and you have been rivals since a very early age of street dancing, starting from being in rival groups to ultimately being scouted by the same company. Now, what if you find yourself in a situation where only you can help each other.

A/n: Inspired by Elena Armas' A Spanish Love Deception. Warning for smut, minors dont read the italicized part or DNI, loads of typos, I didn't have time to proof-read. Gosh I am finally able to post this! 🥹

W/C: 13k

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Some things are very important to you like dance, friends, family, work and winning from Jung Hoseok. Ever since the first day when your group had competed and was tied against his street dance group. You would never forget those days nor the egotistical man who is your mortal rival and unfortunately colleague. Starting from being scouted by the same dance academy to joining Hybe. Your rivalry was quite famous since your academy days, as there were loads of contents made out of it for the academy youtube channel. Petty challenges, exchanged glances were common back then, not now of course not, the company was smarter than that, what they did was never let you interact and your managers made sure of that. Well unless it was very necessary, somehow age has taught the two of you to stay civil in the face of people but snarky remarks were always sent two and fro.

“For a dancer some people do have two left feet '' he had once said when you had a face planted on a wet floor. “For a human you do have the brain of a pigeon” you replied. “Excuse you” he said, quirking an eyebrow. “If I wanted to kill myself I would climb your ego and jump to your IQ” you said and walked away.

Another time, “He could simply do a flip over Sung Hoon as he slid back,” Hoseok suggested. “Why can't Sunghoon just lie down and get up when the flip is done? '' you said. “I’m asking Sunghoon to do it, not you,” he teased. “And what if he hurts his back in the process, what then?” you asked and he fell silent, it was clear he was thinking but you took the opportunity and said “Are you always this stupid, or are you making a special effort today Jung?” only to be squashed by your manager.

And another time when you had accidentally dropped a cake and he didn’t let you see the end of it. Calling out “carefull” everytime you tried to catch or hold something until one day you said “One of these days i’ll give a high five to your face with a fucking chair”

This has always been your dynamic. You hated his egoistic ass and he hated your guts.

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“I can’t do this Jimin” you said as you sipped your coffee.

“No! What I don’t understand is how your brother still kept that rascal around” He said

“He thinks I misunderstood Kai, and that he didn’t actually cheat on me” You reminded Jimin.

“He is just plain dumb. And on top of that he’s dating Ashley, the bitch” He said

You sat at the Hybe cafe with your best friend Park Jimin who was an Dancer/Model under Hybe. Yes, your brother was getting married and his Best man Kai was your ex, who had cheated on you with your archnemesis Ashley. Yes, it was 5 years ago during the last year of highschool. Doesn’t mean you were ready to face him. Going to your hometown alone, without a date would mean giving the guy a complete ego boost and letting the others pity you. You would never want that.

“Tell you what, let me or Jungkook come with you as your date, neither of us will mind” he said

“Dude, my whole family, even my brother knows you’re religiously gay!” You said, making him laugh “I’ll hire someone if need be. But, I would never, NEVER, go alone! I can’t!” you said, and Jimin chuckled at your determination. Unknown to the two of you someone was listening to this conversation of yours very intently from two tables away.

Finally, you’re done for the day, now you can go back home and gloat in your misery. You were sure that Jimin could tell one of his friends to go with you as they knew and adored you but things don't always go as planned; most of his friends are either out of the city/country or engaged, even married. You had to think- your train of thought was broken by the sound of your name being called, damn you were almost inside your car.

“Y/n” the voice called again and then you focused on the voice. Why the hell was he calling you? You turned sharply and turn eyes turned into slit

“What do you want?” you asked

“I will go to your brother’s wedding,” he said, taking you back. Did he even know your brother?

“Did you get an invite?” you asked. “What? I will go as your date” he said.

“Gosh, your ass must be jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth” You said and turned around.

“Seriously Y/n. Can you not be such a defensive bitch all the time!” He said to your remark.

“No, Hoseok. I won’t cause you literally have nothing to do with this. So just step off anybody else's business” You rushed off to find your car and immediately drove off leaving the guy in a cloud of smoke.

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“He said what?”Jimin and Jungkook said in union

“Can you guys not! It's already icky!” You said

“But isn’t that good! Who will you find in Seoul to act as your boyfriend?” Jimin asked. “Please I am not THAT desperate, okay!” You tried to make them believe, you tried to make yourself believe that, that you weren’t THAT desperate. But, you were, you have to take someone as you might have told your brother Jinyoung that you won’t be attending alone and knowing him he has by now told the whole town. You just can’t face Kai alone now. Not when she’s with Ashley.

“Earth to Y/n. Hey!” Jungkook waved his palm in front of you as you had completely zoned out

“Sorry. What were you saying?” you asked

“We’re saying that you should perhaps consider his proposal,” Jimin said. “Yeah, why do you hate the guy anyway! He’s literally sunshine!” Jungkook added

“Yeah cause you didn't see him like I did, the darkness beyond the lies. The convictions that he hides. How he pretends to be oh so happy all the time. Trying to prove to the world that he is perfect when he is far from it. He is like that now, but that's not completely who he is” You said

“For someone you dislike you do know an awful lot much about Hobi hyung” Jungkook said as you tried to smack him with the book you had in front of you.

“HEY! HEY! Not my book!” Jimin said stop you. “Your book?! What about your man?!” Jungkook asked, almost offended. “You’ll live.” Jimin said “But really Y/n give it a thought before dismissing it. Hobi hyung is really your best and kinda only chance” He added before getting up to attend to his next schedule

He is wrong, Jung hoseok is not my anything, forget best and only. You thought before moving to meet your next appointment.

“Noona’s dance looks fiercer than usual today? What’s up?” The boys you were currently training asked

“Nothing, Noona is just stressed” you said as you continued with the work with the thoughts in your mind.

"Well, Noona didn’t need to stress so much did she?” you saw the person everybody calls Sunshine on the door way, seeing him approach you tried to take your leave, only to be pulled and taken to the opposite side as soon as you stepped out of the room.

“What the hell HOSEOK!” you said

“Did you think?” he asked, you knew you were wrong but you felt like you saw a sparkle in his eyes.

“Think what?” You asked, “About my offer? And I swear to god if you say what offer!” He said

“No I didn’t cause that is not even an option, it’s still in a month I will surely figure something out” You said and snatched your hand away from him and tried to walk away.

“So you have other options?” he asked, “Looking at your face I think not” he added

“Shut up” you said

“Why can’t you just accept, and let me help you just this once” he said

“Cause it's YOU!” you said pointing at all of him, for a second you felt like a wave of hurt was seen in your eyes but that was gone as soon as it appeared and made you wonder if you were seeing things. And with this you turned away and walked off.

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“Impossible!” you shut your laptop in frustration, yes, you tried to contact 2 escort services and the prices they stated for 3 whole days was beyond your paycheck, you left out the part where you had to fly to a different place. “Fuck!” you cursed and ruffled your hair.

“How about this, the next time he asks just agree” Jungkook said

“I can’t stand him for a minute! How can I even pretend to be in love with him?” you pointed it out

“Sometimes you gotta do what you dislike to get something out of it. I am not saying that you can’t face them alone. But, I am saying that you shouldn’t. Especially not after what you told your brother” Jimin said. You nodded “I’ll see” you said. When your phone buzzed it was a text from your family group, your brother texted a video, when you opened it your mind went numb and tear stung your eyes, there he was Kai at a distance from the camera on one knee, in front of Ashley who was smiling so wide that you thought she might slit her jaws, you saw her nodding violently and tackling Kai into a hug you immediately locked the phone and stood up and started walking, not paying heed to your best friend or his boyfriend.

You knew you were being stubborn but you couldn’t help it. Tolerating Jung Hoseok was difficult for you. Besides who knew what trick he had up his sleeve, all these time he was busy competing with you in every way possible so why sudden change of heart and wanting to help you with an event like this. All this just seemed fishy to you, he has to have some motive. So you decided to do it. Find him. Ask him. Because you had to know even if there’s a 1% chance of him being serious you would take it, cause you needed it. Yes, you were that desperate.

You can’t think of going alone, pitiful Y/n could never move on from her ex, couldn’t even get a date. That's NOT TRUE, you did move on from that scumbag, you just could not trust someone like that again, it takes time, that nobody is willing to give. You can’t let him have an upper hand, or even seem to have one.

You checked the studios startling various groups when ultimately a girl group rookie idol from your company informed you that Choreographer Jung went to a venue with Enhypen, for some rehearsals and formations check. You quickly texted the group’s manager to know how far the rehearsals were going using some lame excuse to which he said that they would need time as the stage was smaller than they thought and some formations were needed to a;tered. You knew that meant you could as well complete your work here and head out and that was what you decided to do but, you received a call from your manager “Y/n PLEASE do me a favor just this once” he said. “What?” you enquired, “PLEASE GO to the xxx venue and help Hoseok out” he pleaded “The stage is smaller and the comeback would be a disaster if they cant alter it and practice it a few times'' he added,

You smirked but said “Why me?!” faking annoyance. “You and Hoseok are the best in formations in the company,” he said. “Fine!” you said. “Thank you! I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow I swear” he said and you received the address and location.

As you entered the venue to hear counts and scolding from a voice you knew too well. The boy group into a cheers and greets of “Noona!” the moment they saw you and Hoseok turned around.

“Please be civil, '' you heard Enhypen’s manager say, but you knew otherwise. This work and serious business, even if you did not have that deal in the back of your mind, you would have done the same way. You walked up, shrugging off your jacket and tying your hair. Everyone knew this meant you were serious business.

“Damn the stage IS too small” you said

“I can’t fit them all any way” Hoseok said

“Then we will have to reduce the number of dancers” you said quickly.

“But they have been assigned to this project, we can't change that” Hoseok lowered his voice and said

“So let's not remove but make them walk in and out in turns. Appoint people for every formation, keep the first line intact, get the rest distributed” and hence you held a list of dancer and then both got to work and it was almost like rearranging the whole thing,thank god only the intro and tittle track had back up dancers so it took 3 hours to rearrange, the whole formations.

“One, two, one, two, thre, tam, boom, boom, bam” Hoseok counted (a/n: the way he uses sounds instead of numbers) both your eyes studying every move of every dancer like hawks and pointing out if anyone made a wrong move. Everyone was at awe how the two of you spotted any wrong instantly together. You can’t say you weren’t a bit impressed. When done, you finally looked at Hoseok who walked up to your form sitting on the floor. That was when you remembered the agenda at the back of your mind. But now when you had the man in front of you, you didn’t know how to bring it up. It seemed like hours he just stood there looking at you as you looked at him, your mind running miles in minutes when you averted your gaze.

“Here” he said and you found him handing you a (your favorite drink). “So?” he said.

Your heart almost lit up. “So what?” you said at the realization that may be he was hinting at what you were hoping he was

“Did you think? Or are you still stubborn?” He said

“What’s in it for you Hoseok?” you finally asked. “The same,” he said. “You want me to be your girlfriend at your brother’s wedding?”

“NO. But I want you to be my girlfriend” he paused and you almost felt your heart slow down “To a very important event” he said.

“When is it? What is it about?” You asked. “It’s sunday. It’s a charity fundraising event, a talent show” he said

“Hoseok SUnday is in two days!” you said “What talent show? What are we 11?” You said I was almost frustrated. Trying your best to calm yourself down. “Y/n you make and learn choreographies in literally minutes, What are you even worried about?” he asked. “It’s an event I’ll have to find something to wear and dance and it's been ages since I last danced in public” you said. “You danced in the mnet show last year and you rocked it. You will rock this one too” he said “I have it all planned and I as a matter of fact know what you should wear”

“That dress you wore to Zico’s last album party, you still have that right?” He asked. “The black one with zipped flair?” you asked as he nodded “Yes” you said. “Wear that then” he said. “Wow, it’s surprising you remember something like that when I don’t even remember seeing you in the party” Your tongue slipped. “Damn Y/n. Harsh much?” he asked “But Hoseok, Why me?” you asked. “Cause only you would be crazy enough to agree to something like this as you needed the same kind of help” he said

“Okay, so you know that for this you will have to fly to Jeju for 4 days and face my family and my now engaged ex as my boyfriend” you said. He nodded with determination. “Fine” you said “Deal” you extended your hand and Hoseok gladly shook it.

“I’ll text Mr. Kim to tell him that we’ll need a studio,” he said, as you nodded. The two of you made your way to your car as he was still in the company parking place.

The two of you entered the building and walked into the studio that Mr. Kim had appointed you.

“So what song did you want to try?” You asked. "Do you have any songs in your mind?” he said. “We could do Sean Pauls’s Temperature, or we could go for BEAST’s Shock or Rainism no not Rainism '' you paused to look at his face and said “WHat? What’s with that face?”

“Y/n you are joining me as my dance partner plus girlfriend in a charity event not a street dance competition we used to fight for! We’re doing Senorita by Shawn and Camilla” he said “We need to make it believable enough”. “But Why?” you finally asked, you’ve never tried to understand Hoseok, you were to busy hating him, which even according to Jimin was baseless so you wanted to know this guy you dislike for a change, then you realized what he meant by believable “I AM NOT FEELING YOU UP OR LETTING ME FEEL ME UP!”.

“C’mon, we’ll make it decent and not do anything that makes you uncomfortable I promise. Okay, let's make the choreo and I will tell you more about all this” he said with a smile, which you hated, but something right now, made you feel warm in your gut. Seemed like a fair trade so you nodded and the two of you started brainstorming.

You listened to the song, closed your eyes and let it flow through you. This was the way that you always made choreographies, let the music follow through you and let the rhythm and beats carry you. Hoseok was glad that your eyes were closed, because if they weren’t you’d see the way his eyes were following every move you made. His eyes traveled to the way you swerve your hips and the way you rolled your head that seemed oh so sexy to him.

“I’ve got it” you said to your surprise you found Hoseok standing much more closer to you than he was from the last time your eyes were open. As if understanding your signal, he restarted the song and you started to do your moves. You stopped and said “Your turn” and he did, he did a few moves he had come up with in the back of his head while he was busy staring at you, which you of course did not know. And finally he stepped close to you, as if asking for permission and with a slight nod of your head you told him it was okay. You thought you would cringe or feel uncomfortable but as you moved his arms on your waist, you didn’t feel one bit of irritation. You’d never accept but you felt comfortable and more confident. The two of you finally fixed the choreography and filmed it, for practicing the next day.

The two of you walked away in your own cars fixed to meet the next day during lunch.

“You both will what?” Jimin repeated and Jungkook choked on his latte. “Don’t make me repeat it, '' you warned him. “That’s epic, enemies to lovers Au '' he said, joining his hands and clapping lightly. “Shut up before I kill you with my fork, '' you said. “Then you should not have any problem if I watch you both practice” he said. “Huh” you scoffed “I was gonna call you anyway” You said and hunted him to follow you. “Can I join?” Jungkook asked. “Sure” you said and went to studio 3 where Hoseok had texted you he would be.

You watched the video once before you started. You were done practicing a good 2 times when Jimin finally stopped you both. “Something looks strange,” Jimin said. “Sorry but you both look very stiff, as if you are both on guards” Jungkook said “Right Jaman si?” he said and Jimin nodded very used to Jk’s nicknames.

“Lemme try” He said and he replaced Hoseok’s position. You have danced with Jimin on various occasions before you didn’t even flinch when he put his arms on your waist. The two of you did the same choreo again and you could feel it inside you what Jimin had meant. It was the way you fulfilled every step and melted in his arms that made the chemistry look so real. It was the trust and familiarity that you had with Jimin, you lacked it with Hoseok. Even Hoseok noticed that, but Jungkook noticed how Hoseok’s jaw war tight and his palms were in fists, not he wasn’t jealous of Jimin, but he was jealous of the chemistry that you had with him, even though Jimin was GAY. “It's the years that they’ve spent together,” he heard Jungkook say. Yeah you knew Jimin since day one that you started in the company, but Hoseok knew even before that, but you disliked him, hated him. When you and Jimin were done Jimin said “I know exactly what you two need” Jimin said smirking and he asked Hobi to stand behind you. “Y/n. Fall” he said

“Sorry?!” You asked. “Team building exercise” He said “It was your idea during first practices of TxT remember?” He said. “I- '' you started but Hoseok interrupted you. “What are you afraid of? I won't let you fall, I promise” He said. You looked at him and knew he meant it, so you turned and let your body loose and soon found the contact of Hoseok’s arms. “Again” Jimin said again and again. By the 3rd time your body was loose in his arms and his hands held you securely.

“Now, go through the routine again, I’ll film it” he said.

“Where is Jk?” you suddenly realized the absence of the bunny boy and Jimin said “He left like 10 minutes ago”. “Really” Hoseok asked, “You didn’t notice either?” you asked and he shook his head, not making you chuckle.

The next time that you practiced you saw a smirk on Jimin’s face that told you that it looked far better. You wont lie, your body pushed to him you felt a heat that radiates all throughout your body, when he looks you in the eye directly and pulls you to him you don’t just melt externally, you could also feel your insides melt in a puddle. And you knew that meant trouble but you couldn’t help it, you’ll just have to push the feeling away and deal with them later.

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“Stop pacing around like a mad woman” Jimin said through the screen, “How can I not?! Do I look okay?” You asked. “You look like a bomb?” he said.

The problem is that you just looked up the event that Hoseok was about to take you to, from which it led you to the members of the club that were about to attend the event and Jung Hoseo’s name was there and this event is for elites. But, that is not the part that got you on the roll, on looking up Hoseok you realized he is actually the son of a chaebol family and you were supposedly ‘his girlfriend’. You looked around at your studio apartment, and your posters and figurines, nothing in it seemed to be fitting for the 'girlfriend’ of the son of a chaebol family.

“Y/n! Earth to Y/n” Jimin’s sound was heard “You can do this okay. Remember you’re the boss bitch! Give these elites a piece of you” He added and as if on queue you saw a text come in from Hoseok saying that he has reached your apartment. Jimin wished you luck and you checked your reflection one last time and 3 deep breaths and walked out of the door. There's no turning back now, you have to do this.

You expected Hoseok to be in his regular Chevrolet but standing in front of you was a BMW and a costly one at that. “Take a picture and stare at it on your way” Hoseok Said from the driver’s seat breaking your trance.

“This is not your daily car? You drive a Chev” you said

“Yeah because that is all I can afford” he said with a warm smile, wait did you just call him warm “This is a gift from my father, for my birthday, we’re going to an elite event so he asked me to take this” Hoseok said

“Will you give me any pointers?” You asked

“Nothing much, it’s an event to raise money for rescued animals, we the participants of the talent show entertain them and the attenders put money, in the end the act with the most money wins a certificate and some vouchers” he said

“Will anybody from your family be there?” you asked

“My noona is out on a business trip so no, just old friends and dad’s business associates and some other people. Nothing you can’t handle with that pretty smile of yours'' he said side glancing towards you, it was the first time you looked at him, he was in all black, almost as if matching you, and you couldn’t move your eyes away from him, his slightly overgrown hair giving a different vibe to his whole get up. And you felt your cheeks heat up and a strange smirk adorned his lips as if he could feel his eyes on you. Which he could and you needed to stop gawking, but it was like your brain was malfunctioning.

“We’re almost there” he announced, breaking your trance. And you looked away infront as you nodded.

He walked out of the car opening the gate on your side and that's when you took in his whole outfit that left you in more awe. He wore his goggles and offered you his hand that you took cause otherwise you would have certainly fainted. But, being in the showbiz you know perfectly well how to put the confident game face on even if you were turning into a puddle inside. You were used to walking down red-carpets and facing reporters but this was new, having someone beside you, someone who is supposedly “your boyfriend”.

As soon as you enter the venue you see adults of various ages, glasses in hand walking around chatting and mingling. Hoseok tightened his grip on your hand and whispered in your ear “Don’t worry thee events make me nervous as well” he said, which brought a smile to your face “By the way you look gorgeous tonight” he added, brining an instant blush on your cheeks he seemed pretty satisfied with your reaction.

“Hobi!” a voice was heard as you saw a tall man with sharp features walking towards you and Hoseok.

“Namjoon-ah my man, long time no see!!” Hoseok left your hand to hug the man. The two men seem to be so glad to have met each other, “Y/n this is Kim Namjoon my best friend, and Namjoon-ah this is Y/n, my girlfriend” Hoseok said, you shook Namjoon’s hand, you couldn’t help it, a strange warmth spread inside you the moment the words girlfriend left his mouth, but you knew, this is all fake a facade.

“So this is the mysterious girlfriend you wouldn’t even tell me about since the last three months” Namjoon said

“Mysterious?” You repeated. “He told his father to stop sending him to blind dates as he had a girlfriend but never even slipped up so much as your name to anybody, not even to me, his best friend. At one point his father thought he was just making excuses to not go to blind dates, but now I see” Namjoon said and Hoseok just kept laughing. So this is why he brought me, you thought to yourself.

“Actually, I wasn;t yet comfortable to declare things out in the open, you know how it is right?” you said taking the blame to seem genuine. “Oh I can understand” he said with a wink “So I presume you must be performing too?” Namjoon asked, suddenly you found Hoseok beside you, his hand on his hip, what’s gotten into the man suddenly?

“Yes, we both will” you answered with the same smile. “I look forward to it, I can’t help but say that I am actually a big fan of yours” he said. “Oh really?” You asked, you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you felt Hoseok’s hand tighten around your waist. “I watched the whole show you were in last year,” Namjoon said. Before you could say something Hoseok cut you off and said “Of course you did, you flirt, I see my cousins there, I’ll see you later”. “Sure” Namjoon said, but not like Hoseok waited to listen to the reply, he was already dragging you in a different direction. What’s going on?

“If this isn’t my favorite cousin!” Hoseok said and a boy a few years younger than you guys turned around his face instantly lighting up. “Hyung!” he said and came up and hugged Hoseok.

“You’re Yunho, right?” you said, recognising the boy. “Yes, It’s so nice to see you here ma’am are you-? Wait, hyung you-” he stopped looking at the two of you. “This is my girlfriend, but how do you know each other?” Hoseok asked looking at you, “I did a choreography for their group, a year ago” you said, and hoseok seemed to remember and he nodded. “That time I wasn’t aware he is from the chaebol circle” you added, “I wouldn’t have if not for Hobi hyung” Yunho said “He was the first in the family to deflect from the business career without being disowned” he added laughing, making you laugh too. “Hoseok is pretty brave isn’t he?” you said. “All thanks to my Noona who managed Dad” hoseok said, his cheeks were dusted pink, you found it cute. Soon it was time for the performances to start and you and Hoseok moved to the back stage “We’re doing well so far” Hoseok said. “You’re good at faking it” the comment left your mouth unchecked, the moment the words left your mouth you turned around falling your back at him. You missed the hurt that passed his face and the determination that took over. “Let's go, it’s almost our turn,” he said.

So, here you were, standing face to face with Hoseok as the lights were off, the spotlights switched on, you looked at the different shadows that formed on Hoseok’s face. The man almost looked alluring, the cheers brought you back as he nodded and you nodded back and the music started and you started moving to it.

(The Choreo, ignore the back up dancers, I had the first couple dance in mind)

You were initially a bit nervous, but the moment you walked off and Hoseok started moving to his solo part, you felt a warmth inside a strange confidence that you could not explain. Once in his arms you forgot the audience, even the claps and occasional “Wooohooo!” by friends and cousins, didn’t reach your ear. All that mattered was you and him. The whole lot of people broke into cheers the moment you and Hoseok hit the ending pose. The two of you broke into an instant smile, you just looked at him and knew this was the realest thing you saw today. The moment went off the stage he pulled you in a hug, breaths mangled, adrenaline still pumping, you wrapped your arms around his torso as you breathed in his scent, he smelt of a manly musk and costly perfume, but it was almost euphoric to you. The two of you in your own world, lost in each other, until you heard a throat clearing. And the two of you were ripped back to reality and you almost snatched yourself from his arms. You saw Yunho standing “I was sure I'd win this and treat my members, but hyung and Ma’am seem to beat me to it”. “You haven’t even performed yet, don’t say that. And there were so many more beautiful performances' ' You said and “You’ll at least get 2nd place though” Hoseok said. “Hoseok '' you scolded, but he just winked at you, making your heart run miles in a second. As Yunho walked off, a thought lingered at the back of your mind, Hoseok walked off to get his coat and your flair, this is all fake.

If Hoseok noticed the ups and downs of your mood, he didn’t say anything, or maybe he didn’t know if he should. This was the closest you two have been, this is the longest the two of you have passed without fighting. Hoseok stared at you as you chatted away with Mrs. Yang, one of the major shareholder’s wives of his father's company, smiled to himself. He saw how easily you mixed up with them, smiled and spoke to everyone, and he felt a pang in his chest. Then why did you never smile at him? Did you really hate him that bad you didn’t even give him the time of a daylight towards him. His attention was drawn away from his mind when he heard you call him. “The voting has started” you say as you slip your arm in his. “Where do these funds go?” you asked. “You know the rescued dog and cat shelter in Gangnam-Do?” he told you as you nodded “That one, I like that place, that is where I adopted Mickey from” he said smiling. “You have a cat?” You asked, “No, Mickey is my dog” he said and swept out his phone and showed you the picture of an adorable fur baby and you cooed, Hoseok’s face broke into a huge smile seeing your reaction. Soon the voting was over and it was time to announce the top 3 earning performances.

“So tonight the 3rd most earning act was… Jung Yunho, who showed us an out-standing Hiphop dance performance” the hostess said and the rest of you cheered as the boy went up on stage bowing to everyone. You all cheered, he was handed his trophy and certificate. “Don’t worry the 1st place is ours” you heard Hoseok say and you stared in awe at his prudence as he passed you a wink, sending your stomach into a whirl.

“The performance that won the 2nd most earning is…. Yang Jeongin and his beautiful voice” The hostess said.

“Is that Mrs. Yang’s son?” you asked. “I guess so, looking at her expression. I had no idea really” He said “It’s our turn” he said and took your hand in his.

“So now the winners. The performance that won first place with the maximum earnings is……they were really good….. It's Jung Hoseok and Y/n L/n” she said and you hid your face in Hoseok’s coat sleeve for a moment. As he pulled you with him towards the stage, “be careful” he said as he held your hand in his, as you walked on stage. He signaled you to accept the trophy and you took it and bowed to the hostess and the audience and walked to Hoseok and he did the most unexpected thing. You felt something soft on your cheeks and the warmth went away as soon as it came but it left your cheeks ablaze. He kissed your cheek.

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“He what?” Jimin said, almost dropping his tteot from his mouth.

“Did the situation call for it?” Jungkook asks, yes he is attached to his boy friend and is a package deal at this point. Besides who denies tea, those two when you are serving it hot the very next day. “What?” you asked in frustration as you stuffed another handful of fries in your mouth.

“What happened then?” Jimin asked and you shrugged and said “we had dinner there and left. Neither of us spoke in the car ride back. When he reached here he just asked me to take the bag”

“The bag?”Jungkook asked, “Yeah it had the trophy and the gifts and stuff.” You told him to signal towards the paper bag that is still on your dresser “Should I give it to him?” you asked. “Y/n! No!” Jimin scolded “he gave it to you, don’t return it. But-” he stopped mid-sentence as the two of you looked at him with questioning eyes and he said “If things were going good, why did he go silent? Did he text you later?”

“Yes, this morning he thanked me for last night” You informed him by making air quotes on ‘Last Night’. “What did you say?” he asked, “Thank you, I had fun” you shrugged and saw him nodding.

“Let’s see how he is tomorrow,” Jimin declared. Suddenly, Jungkook choked on his food and said “Y/n, Jimin-ssi!” he said and your eyes went wide in shock. Shit you didn’t think of this part.

“Hoseok!” you said through the phone the moment he picked up. “Y/n? Is everything okay?” He asked audible concerned. “Did you check the links I sent you?” You asked. “Yeah. I saw them in the morning already. My sister sent me” he said. “And?” You ask, “What Else? Nothing, she believes and is happy for the most part, just sad that she missed the chance to meet you. WHy are you panicked?” He asked. To this even Jimin raised a brow “How come you're not?” You asked him. “They are just photos Y/n, besides isn’t it better, you won’t even have to explain much, it’ll look much more believable” He said. “I think he has a point” Jungkook said, “Is that Jungkookie?” Hoseok asked and you said “Yes, Okay bye!” you hung up on the poor boy.

Jimin burst out laughing, “What’s so funny?” you asked,”For starters that Kookie can’t shut up for shit and also because Hyung still likes you” Jimin said “But yes, Imagine the expression on Kai’s face when he sees this” he says. “What do you mean still likes me? Are you crazy?” you say lying down with a pillow to your face.

The next few days were a blur,work was simply too busy, You had to prepare for a comeback and do evaluation for a whole trainee group and even before you realized it was friday. You had way too much workload and barely met up with Jimin or Jungkook, you avoided any question about the articles at any cost. When you were leaving, then you realized that you barely had 6 days and needed to talk to Hoseok, you didn’t even see much of him this week, the pressure was just too much. As if on cue you found Hoseok walking out to the parking lot. “Y/n ssi” he said. “Hoseok” You acknowledged. “Lets meet up for coffee tomorrow, to discuss everything” he suggested. You nodded and said “I send you the address and time, cool?”. “Cool” he said.

Thus, you entered the cafe you had told him, and found him waiting for you already. “Took you long enough, so much for not liking to wait” he said and you squint your eyes at him but said nothing and sat down. “So, First things first, I got you tickets to the same flight as me, i’ll send you the details” you said. “That’s smart of you” he said. “So tell me about your family, it’s so strange we’ve work together for ages and I didn’t even know you had a brother” he said. A waitress came to the two of you and placed an Iced Americano and a Caramel Macchiato.

“I ordered already, '' he said. “How did you know I drink Americano?” You asked making an offended face “Do you?” He teased me. “I could,” You say. And grabbed the caramel macchiato and took a sip, only to find Hoseok smiled at your antics. You didn’t know but he felt so good to be sitting here with you. This is probably the best he’s felt this whole week.

“Tell me about your family, stuff that I need to know, people I need to stay away from?” He said and you started trying to give him a crash course of your family and parents, friends and cousins.

You remember receiving a call from your brother Jinyoung and mother both very excited, “He seems quite well of Y/n, I hope he treats you well” Jinyoung said. “Mn, he does” you said. “Why didn’t you tell us before though?” You mom nagged. “Mom! This news has a huge impact on our cases, I can’t go around blabbering stuff” you said as she hummed in understanding, well she didn’t need to know that only idols have dating bans and the staff including the choreographers have no such thing.

Before you knew it, it was already Wednesday, thank god the work pressure had died down as the main comeback preparations were over and you could go for vacation at peace.

“Won’t they find it strange for us to go for a vacation at the same time?” You told Jimin, as he said “The company doesn’t give a fuck why do you care so much for others?” he asked as he looked through your closet, telling you which dress to wear for which occasion.

“One for the bachelorette, one for the Pre-wedding brunch, and one for the reception. The marriage?” he asked looking at you, the guy literally shifted an appointment to help you sort your fashion needs. “The wedding will be done in hanboks, but, I got mine customized” You said “the fabric had to be same so I got that here and asked Clara to do it for me” you added and got up to retrieve the package you picked up yesterday from her boutique, “So that is why you asked me for her number?” He said. And you showed him the dress, “You do know this is a hanfu and not a hanbok right?” Jimis said and you looked at him sternly, “Of course” you said “As long as the fabric is the same they are fine with it” you shrugged.

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OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! You cursed yourself, it's still 15 minutes until your meeting time so, Hoseok is not here yet and your mind is panicking. WHAT IF THEY FIND OUT, WHAT IF HE MESSED SOMETHING UP?! WHAT IF YOUR GRANDMA FINDS OUT? HOW COULD YOU THINK OF THIS? FOOLING YOUR FAMILY?! WHAT IF- “What are you blabbering about like a crazy lady?” a voice interrupted your thoughts. “Was I thinking out loud?” you asked. You noticed Hook wasn’t in his hip hop attire, it was so different from the tux you had previously seen him in, in a simple jeans and t-shirt, he looked good. Even that ridiculous fanny pack looked good with the outfit.

“If you’re done staring, then can we go” he said with a smirk and you simply stood up and walked away with your suitcase.

“Umm.. Y/n?” He called you and you hummed in response “I thought we were going for 4 days. Why is your bag THAT big?” He asked. “I have dresses, matching shoes and back ups. The woman’s gotta be ready” you said.

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Inside the Flight

“So you remember all the cautions right?” You said. “Yes, beware of Helmoni, she is sharper than she seems. Do not indulge too much with your cousins, especially Seokjin, and if I see Kai approaching me without you around I must find you. But why?” He asked. “Just Because.” you said, gaining a look of disapproval from his face and you contemplated before you opened your mouth again “he cheated on me” you said fumbling with your fingers ``He cheated on me with Ashley a person who hurt me alot since I was a child and he was aware of that. What’s worse is. Nobody knows” you said and took a breath and before he could question you restarted “Nobody knows he cheated, they just know that he broke up with me and later started dating Ashley, after i left for Seoul. But, he was already seeing her in secret” Heseok held your hand in his. “Why?” He asked. “Cause he is my brother’s best friend, and I didn’t want to ruin that, no matter what he is a great friend to Jinyoung.” You said and gave a sad smile, You see Hoseok open his mouth and close it. You took the lead to change the topic “What should we call each other though?” You wondered and an Idea sparked in Hoseok’s mind as he said “Jagiya '' and smile “Basic” you mumbled. “What do I call you? Oppa?” you said tilting your head and instantly cringed “Can I-'' you hesitated, “Do your friends call you Hobi from your rapper name J-hope?” surprise struck over his face as he realized that you knew. “I saw you recording once when I went for a screening of a group’s song 2 years back, I guess. The song I heard was later released in J-hope’s sound cloud” you said, outing how you knew he was the famous anonymous soundcloud rapper J-Hope. “Wah Y/n Holmes'' he teased, “So can I call you Hobi too?” you asked and he nodded. You sigh when it was decided, “I’m not forgetting something, am I?” You ask. “Why are you so tense, is it the first time Y/nie is taking a boyfriend home, to her family?” He asked. “No, it is the first time I’m doing this whole fake thing” you said, you missed the flow of pain that passed Hoseok’s face as he took back your hand in his and said “You. Are. Not. Alone. It’s you and me. Us. We’re in this together, and nothing will go wrong as wrong as you’re happy”

Soon the flight was about to land and as soon as you left the flight the salty sea breeze hit you nose, refreshing your whole body. You felt a hand slip into yours and the words echoed in your mind, “You are not alone”.

You saw your brother waiting as you exited the gate, with Hoseok behind you pushing the trolley, you ran up to him shouting “Oppa!!”. “Little one!” he exclaimed hugging you, the two of you parted as he said “You must be the boyfriend?” Hoseok extended his hand and the two shook it. “Oppa this is Jung Hoseok, and Hobi this is Park Jinyoung, my brother, '' you said. Hoseok’s mind went into a short circuit for a few moments before he pushed it away and tried to focus. The thing is the way his nickname rolled off your tongue made him feel, well, warm. The three of you set off in Jinyoung’s hired convertible. “Did you get your dress ready?” he asked. “Of course! I did, I don’t wanna be beheaded by your bridezilla!” you joked. “Is she scary?” Hoseok asked.

“Yes quite” Jinyoung said without hesitation and you smacked his arm from your passenger’s seat. “She’s good, just hype about the wedding” you said. “Oh I know, my sister was a monster in her pre-marital moments, '' he said from the back seat, making all of you laugh. Upon reaching the hotel your brother walked off as you waited for Hoseok to get off. You take a deep breath in and out “This is it '' you said. He took your hand in his which strangely helped in calming down your nerves and you two entered, you were immediately engulfed by your mother followed by your Grandmother. “Aigo! You naughty girl, couldn’t come a day earlier for your own brother’s wedding” you Grandma chided. “It was so difficult to get so many days off, we almost didn’t get allowed. '' You said as the rest remembered you weren’t alone and you went and stood beside Hoseok who deeply introduced himself. You could already see stars in your mother’s and auntys’ eyes, even though your Helmoni (Grandma) looked a bit skeptical. “Great to meet you son” Your father said, engulfing his hand and shaking it. “Better to know you exist, the way Y/n Noona was hiding you” you heard Jisung say and instantly go “Aaaaaaaaaah” you turn to see Seokjin holding his ear and scolding him. “Jinnie Oppa!” you said and rushed to hug him.

“Okay! Now that all are here, Hoseok can room with Seokjin, let's go” Y/n’s father said.

Alarms went wild, in Y/n’s head, “Dad why?” she said, “You know the rules, sweety” he said. “Aww it’s okay Y/nie our rooms are just beside each other, he can just sneak in and out” Seokjin said with a straight face and a wink.

“Don’t worry Y/n, I can handle myself. I’m smarter than you give me credit for” He said with a cute smile. And you shook your head praying that Seokjin won’t catch on. You lay alone on your bed and thought, you never saw either of them, maybe they had arrived earlier, you were glad you didn’t have to share the room, or you would have gone crazy from stress. You hope Hoseok was fine and didn’t blow off your cover, that Seokjin didn’t discover your truth. Your mind slipped back to you the occurrences, you lost count of the times you have used the words like cute and sweet and Hoseok in the same line, who would have thought? But, what are these acts of his, an act? Because you saved him from his Father’s blind dates, could be. Must be, what else? Stupid Y/n you thought that Jung Hoseok could possibly have feelings for you? Dumb girl. You closed your eyes and his smile and eyes were all you could see. You cursed under your breath and tried to catch some sleep.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm and rushed up to get ready for wor- Oh, you’re on a holiday. But, you’re up, so you decided to freshen up and get ready anyway, you were about to dry your hair when you heard a knock, you opened the door to reveal Hoseok in a super loose Shirt and shorts. You looked him up and down, his toned legs looked so strong, have they always been this muscular? Or- “Ahem? Missed me that much?” he asked in a cocky tone as you moved aside to close the door. “So?” you asked, “What?” He asked. “Seokjin Oppa, did he suspect?” You asked. “NO Y/n! He is actually pretty chill, I like him and I think he's funny” He said and you shook your head at the thought of those two vibing over dad jokes. You went on to dry your hair and fix your bag. You were too busy to notice Hoseok’s eyes actually being on you instead of his phone, following your every move and reverting back to the screen the moment you so much as decided to look his way. When you were done with your shorts and t-shirt, you would be spending a day at the beach followed by going to the hotel pub that the couple had booked for the cousins and friends, yes their idea of “Enjoying a bachelorette” was to have it together. The two of you left the room and found Seokjin leaving his room, smiling at the two of you, “ready for some action today lover boy? I mean on the beach” he said and started laughing his signature laugh that was more funny than whatever the joke was. “Oh I am if you are bro” Hoseok said, in a tone that made you laugh more. The three of you entered the lift that already contained a few of your friends from your hometown as you greeted and introduced them. Then the lift stopped at a floor and you suddenly felt like the air was pulled away from you. You knew sooner or later this moment would come but you didn’t expect it to happen right in the morning. Thanks to your friend Taehyung who greeted and said “Hey! Kai hyung, Ashley Noona'' That Hoseok understood why you went so stiff, he slid his palm into yours and gave a squeeze, you knew the moment they entered the lift that everyone was walking on eggshells around you and you hated it. You hated that people thought you’d still be weak even after all these years, whenHoseok’s hand slipped into yours and he squeezed it it oddly gave you strength, a strength to face all of them at once and so you did it “Hey Kai, Ashley, Long time” you said with the pleasantest smile you can muster. Their faces though were priceless as neither were expecting it, Hoseok felt proud as Kai came up with a pitiful “Hi Y/n”. While Ashley was still silent.

All of you walked out to the beach, it was now that Hoseok realized that almost the whale hotel was booked by your family and their guests. “Have you guys booked the whole Hotel?” he asked in surprise. “It has guests from both families, but not the whole, the guests only have very close friends and relatives” you said, the part of the beach that the hotel had set had umbrellas and blankets placed in clusters and had net set up. “Okay Folks, we have 2 games setup, Dodgeball and foot volleyball. We will start after breakfast " the maid of Honour Yuna said, as all of you cheered, you felt Hoseok’s hand on your back as he said “Wanna get a seat there babe?” you couldn;t help but feel warm blood on your cheeks as you nodded and the two of you sat down, it had a nice picnic vibe to it, gazing at the sea with sandwiches. “So sis-in-law won't you introduce us” Suyeon the bridezilla and Yuna came and took a seat under the same umbrella as Seokjin joined too, you looked around to find Jinyoung under a close by umbrella with Kai and Ashley as, Taehyung came to join you guys too, their were in total of about 20 people so it wasn’t really a crowd anyway. “This is Suyeon unnnie, Yuna and my childhood friend Taehyung, Ad guys this is my boyfriend Jung Hoseok'' you said, Hoseok fell a wave of warmth run all over his body as the words flowed through him ‘my boyfriend’ the words rung in his mind. Soon everyone got engrossed into various topics as Taehyung, Yuna and Y/n teased Suyeon calling her “Bridezilla” . It was fun to watch Y/n being so free, as he has only ever seen her with Jimin.

Soon it was sports time and it was decided to be played in a Girls vs boys, however there were 19 people, 9 girls and 10 boys so Seokjin being the man he opted to be the referee due to his ‘age’.

The dodgeball was intense, the net was opened for this one, each team throwing the ball in a way to take out as many opponent players. As expected Ashley was the first to hit a ball that was surprisingly thrown by Hoseok, who discreetly winked at you, almost dedicating the throw to you. You heard Ashley grumbling to which Kai said something along the lines ‘it’s just a game Jagi’. As soon as the ball was in your hand you looked around finding one of Suyeon’s cousin closest to the other side and you took a throw hitting him in the gut. Jinyoung and Suyeon themselves followed not long after, who are now watching the game while almost snuggling. You sometimes look at them and wonder if that is what love is, everlasting, they’ve been together since highschool and are about to get married, you hoped you could find someone who would hold you as strong as your brother and his soon to be wife held each other and sent up a prayer for their forever well being.

45 mins more and the only ones left inside were Kai, Taehyung and Hoseok and You and Yuna. A quick ball from Yuna and Taehyung was out. A few throws back and forth and Yuna was out by Kai, shit. You could see him looking at you with predatory eyes but you would never let that happen, your dancing skills have come in handy so far so as soon as he threw the ball you flipped to the other way. The ball now in your hand you slit it on Kai, he knew you’d target him so he was ready, but you were smarter than his cheating ass, you took a double take, you acted to throw the ball for him to run at a different direction only to throw the ball the next time directly where the sun doesn’t shine. Your team minus Ashley cheered as he sat on the ground in pain. Now its you vs Hoseok as the other wooed, the two of you never leaving eye contact, for a moment Hoseok stood straight with the ball and broke eye contact to look at the ground, but then he again looked into your eyes and shot for you foot, you jumped an dodged and caught the ball as you hit him on his knee taking a win for your team. As the girls rushed to hug you as if you had just won an olympic gold for the country. THe maid on honor announced a break as you and Hoseok sat down under the previous umbrella with Yuna and Seokjin, laughing at how certain players fell or screeched and how Seokjin had the good parts recorded. “I won’t lie, for a minute I thought Loverboy was about to drop the ball at Y/n’s feet” Seokjin laughed “I would never, I know she’d be angry if I did that” Hoseok said. “Yeah cause we wont square, you said jabbing him.

You felt nice, “I’ll go click some pictures you said as you grabbed your phone and walked towards the water leaving you slippers, Hoseok following behind you. You’ve always known that Hoseok is clingy to the people he loved so you assumed that in order to show people that she loved you he was being clingy to you too not that you were minding, but the fact that this was all pretense was just stuck like a thorn in your throat, but you decided not to think of that, to just be in the moment and thus, undid an a few of the top buttons on the loose [color of your choice] button up that you were wearing, and stood steady and before your finger could press the capture button you felt Hoseok’s arms around your waist “Keep going” He said and sniffed your hair, ‘Keep going’ you felt like your legs were jelly. But you managed to take a few good shots, you decided to take a few later before sun set and were about to tell Hoseok to go back when you heard footsteps approaching you both. You looked to see none other than the Kai himself. “Hey Y/n” he said and you straightened up, but Hoseok’s arms were still firmly held around your waist, “Hi Kai” you said. “This is-” you were interrupted by HOseok who slid off one hand to offer Kai and said “Jung Hoseok, the boyfriend” Kai shook it and the hand came back on your waist. “It’s been such a long time,” he said, “How are you doing?”. “Work is busy but I am doing well”. “I heard you two became public recently, how's that coming around” he asked, “That is great actually, now I can do this without being afraid that our company would take care of it” Hoseok said and all you could do was nod and blush. “How are things with you and Ashley?” You asked, breaking the silence, Kai was a bit taken aback, did he still think you would avoid this question, “We’re.. Engaged now, so good I hope” he said and before anyone could say something else you heard Jin say “Children it's time for Foot volleyball” and everyone cheered.

This game was more intense than the previous one and nobody wanted to lose. Jin being the point keeper shouted the point at every point gains and services. The game point was decided to be 30, which was soon increased to 40 as the girls had reached 20 when the boys were at 17. It was a game of hustle as many of the players fell face first on the sand and Jin had a Gala time recording the whole thing on his film camera, that was standing on a tripod at a distance that filmed the both sides. The best was when a ball thrown by Yuna face planted on Kai’s and half of you doubled in laughter as Suyeon shouted “On your face, literally”. You found Hoseok eyeing you from across the net and you stuck out a tongue at him making him chuckle that he almost didn't notice the ball coming right at him but he caught it at the last moment thank god for his reflexes. It was ultimately declared a tie when all the players dropped on the floor out of fatigue and hotel workers came out with the lunches. You haven’t had this much fun in ages, you told hHoseok to go get a place as you went off to use the rest room near by.

“You know I was so glad that Y/n finally found someone you’ve been so lonely” Yuna said to someone whom Hoseok assumed to be her and Suyeon’s cousin. On hearing this “Does not being in a relationship make one lonely?” Hoseok asked with a firm smile. “No, but she surely wasn’t happy, this is the happiest I have seen her in ages” Yuna said smiling fondly at your retreating form. He planned on keeping that smile right there anyhow. Once you came back the they started eating, it was fun to laugh at the various incidents that just happened and just be at ease, this time even Jinyoung squeezed into the net something about missing his sweet sister, but you knew why he was there and it happened.

“He face planted?” Hoseok said in shock. “Yes directly from the swing as Taehyung he remembers he was there too, thank god those were her milk teeth” Jinyoung said and Hoseok said “I think Y/n would look good even with a chipped tooth” Hoseok said. “You say that now, but it you’d have seen her bawl back then” Taehyung said as You cut him off saying “I swear I will murder you!” as hoseok hugged and held you back. All of you doubling up in laughter. “Y/n? Won’t you sing for the reception?” Taehyung suddenly asked. “What? Tae no. You know I don’t sing anymore” you said. “But, it’s my wedding, at least this time you should” Jinyoung requested, “I’ll see” you said and stood up to walk to the shore “I’ll get some nice pictures” you said and walked off, again Hoseok behind you.

Strangely, this time he doesn’t speak may be cause he understood that you did not want to either. So he just let you silently click photos, and the two of you sat down in the soothing sunlight. As if testing the waters Hoseok put a comforting hand on your shoulder and then layed your head on his shoulder. “You don’t need to tell me shit until you feel comforfortable with it, but just know that I am here and I mean it” you inched a bit closer to him at that. Unknown to the two of you, a few pair of eyes awed at the cuteness of the two of you. It was fixed that everyone would meet at the Hotel pub at 9 so you all went to your rooms. You found the dress Jimin had packed for THIS exact purpose, it was a bit short for your liking, and you did have a back up dress for it, but you left a bit risky, so you slipped on the dress and did some light make up and tied your hair in a ponytail.

You left the room and went and knocked on Seokjin’s and Hoseok’s door, Seokjin openned and wolf called only for Hoseok to glace and stay stunned for a few minutes, well you wouldn’t lie you did the same. He looked ravishing in that dress shirt that he left unbuttoned a bit. “If you two are done oggling each other can we go? Or should I leave the room?”Jin said pulling you two back to real life. As you left for the lift to be soon joined by Jin and Hoseok. “I really wanna get drunk on some good booze” Jin said, “We all love a good booze” you agreed only to see Hoseok nodding his head too, you hope he didn’t drink too much this man is very light in sense for alcohol tolerence. WHen you reached the area it was a small and cozy one and seemed nice, you and Hoseok made ways to the bar and ordered some shots, which were mostly consumed my you. Yuna and some other friends occasionally came up to talk to you two, but the two of you in general stood and judged the others, you felt light, like you didn’t need to put up a front and you were getting comfortable. Well, you were also getting tipsy or may be were a bit past that who cared and may be that is why when one of your favourie songs came up you rushed to the dance step, Hoseok in tow. The two of you moved to the beat, you can’t deny you didn’t feel a bit sensual and hance when you turned around and grinded you ass on Hoseoks core, you liked the groan that came out of his mouth. The two of you were lost in your own world and nothing mattered. All that you knew was this man attached to you, with his hands on your hips, who is moving his body as it in response to yours. The two of you were suddenly broken apart when you heard H.O.T’s Candy play and Jinyoung called you out “Sister!!! THIS IS OUR JAM!!” the man was clearly drunk and hence his enthuasism was over the ceiling. The people made a way in the middle as you ran to join Jinyoung. Hitting step by step, this was one song that you and you brother agreed on being the best. Having seen it over 50,000 times and danced to it at some point it became a ritual to dance to it together no matter where it played.

On the side lines, Kai smiled looking at his best friend so happy, and you too, a fond memory came to his mind of the time when you all were around 15 and this song started playing in a mall and you two had started dancing then and there. However Ashley didn’t like this attention you were getting. As the song came to and end you and Jinyoung came to the ending position even drunk the either of you never missed a single beat and somehow that turned Hoseok more on and made him more attracted to you. You returned to him with a big smile in face. You, Yuna and Suyeon soon disappeared only to return an hour later drunker than ever, all gigly, Hoseok was swaying too he wouldn’t lie. It was way past midnight and people had started going, only a few cousins and friends were left so Hoseok thought it was best to take you to your room. He supported you and took you too your room his plan was to get you to bed then go back to get Jin hyung as he had the key card. But, you shut the door behind you two and grabbed his collar and shook it hard and said “YOU! What do you think you’re doing?! Don’t!” You said pouting. Hoseok went into instant panic to think he might have done something wrong and so he asked “What Y/n? What did I do?”

“You’re giving me false hope. What are we? Are we all, ALL PRETEND?” You asked. Is that what you thought? Is that why there always was a hesitance in your eyes? Because the moment Hoseok landed on Jeju he had decided he won’t pretend or hold back, he would show you how you feel. “I wish you knew how much I really want you, Y/n” he said holding your waist and pulling you closer. “Do you? Then why don’t you kiss me? Show me you want me?” you said. “Because you are drunk” Hoseok said simply “But, I am sober enough to make clear decisions Hobi” you said, again with that nickname. One on his hands left the warmth of your waist and landed on your neck and pulledyou painfully close to him, your both alcoholic breath mingling, you couldn’t bare it you tightened your hold on his collar and pulled him closer crashin your lips to his, and at that moment every romance novel you’ve ever read came alive. You knew what the writers meant when they said ‘Fire works’. You salivas mixing up as you tried to pull him closer and so did he, his hands travel down lower and lower and land on your butt and he used to bring you closer and grind into you, the alcohol was taking over and he knew he’d lose control and you had already dropped any control you had, and neither of you could help that thought. Too busy to taste each other, try to memorise this feeling, suddenly a knocked forced the two of you apart. You found Taehyung and Kai some how holding up Jin. “Oh it’s Y/n’s door? SOrry then the next one must be Jin hyung’s” Taehyung said. “I-I should go help them” Hoseok said before he left and like that you somehow locked the door and went to sleep, too tired to realise what had happened.

You woke up the next morning to a knock, “one minute” you called out, you woke up to being a complete mess. “I’ll need a mkinute” you said not waiting to listen for the reply you quickly take of yesterday’s dress and wear a random t-shirt and shorts you found lying and picked up a make up wipe to wipe of the make up that was now smudged. You opened the door to see Hoseok with a plate of soup and medicine. You let him in and went inside the bathroom again, when yesterday’s occurrences rushed to your mind. You wanted to slap yourself, Shit! You kissed him and he rushed out. “Y/n? Are you okay in there?” Hoseok finally asked. “Um.. Yes. No” you said. “I hope you remember we have lunch with your family in like a few hours” he said. Plan change you wanted to hit you head on the fucking sink. “Come out Y/n” he said again. And you did, “Come here and sit” he motion to the chair in front of him and said “Drink this and take this medicine so that the headache won’t be there by lunch time.” He said. “What about you?” you asde. “I wasn’t that drunk just the meds were enough,” he said with a dimpled smiled. And you did, you did a bit of small talk, neither of you bringing up yesterday’s night. Soon, Hoseok left to let you change and you decided on a loose t-shirt and some jeans, Hoseok was in some Jeans shorts and buttoned-down hawaiian shirt, somehow looking gorgeous in even that. “Lets go babe” he said, you looked around to see that the whole corridor was empty, gosh your mind is a mess, you wish you had Jimin with you to help to sort it out. With 100 thoughts running through your mind, you never realised when you reached the dining space. Hey, Hoseok said squeezing your interlaced hand, “I’m here okay. Just for you” he told, making you smile. You both took seats beside your grandma, this was a huge table, which was soon joined by Seokjin, his mum, your parents, your brother, an uncle, Taehyung and Kai and Ashley. It was all merry chatter until one of your aunts threw a question “So Y/n, how did you and Hoseok meet?”

“Us? Long time. Like when I went to Seoul I joined this dance group, Hoseok and his group were our rivals” You said, saying the truth. “Oh, so was it love at first sight or fight, something like that?” Ashley asked cocking her head. “No, not for for her” Hoseok said “huh?” Taehyung seemed confused. “She hated me since day one, while I just wanted to make a friend but she somehow hated my guts” he said “That was because you were a showoff” you retorted. “I was trying to impress you, I’ve told you that” Hoseok said “Anyways” he continued “We got scouted by the same studio and then got promoted to the entertainment, and we were fullon rivals” he said dramatically. “Insults, jabs and went in daily, until one day I’ve ad enough, so I went up to here and told her, how I wanted us to stop fighting and how much I needed her” he said changing his glance to you, “She did make me work for it, but we did get there. I made her believe that I would never let her be lonely or face challenges alone. That I wanted us to do that together” He said as you family were all awing and cooing.

You brain told you it was just a fabricated story but something about the look on Hoseok’s eye told your heart otherwise, and so did the warm hand that wrapped yours from under the table. Soon the food was served and you all got engrossed in chatter. Helmoni was telling Hoseok how Jinyoung and I used to fight for chocolates and she always had to bring extra and everyone laughed. She also said that next time onwards when she sends her Kimchi she’ll send some extra for Hoseok, for Helmoni’s books that meant welcome to the family. Before the desserts were served you excused yourself to go to the washroom, amidst all the chatter nobody watched Ashley of her seat as well. You were on your way back when you heard “Oh little Y/n lookat you having a perfect love story after being thrown away by Taehyungie” she said caressing the engagement ring on her finger. “Congratulations Ashley” you said straight. “Really? Thanks. Must hurt a bit, this could have been you, oops.” she said “But I don’t care, you can have Taehyung, its better for you” you said. “Oh really look at you being high acting ass strong when you can’t even sing after what I, no, WE did to you” she said. “Y/nie! Y/nie, here you are” you saw you Helmoni come your way. “What are you doing here, leaving your man alone, the poor guy looks like a lost puppy” She said. The thought of Hoseok looking like a lost puppy really lifted your mood leaving Ashley’s words at the back of your mind. Your parents and brother were all so happy to finally see you with happy, and specially with how much Hoseok cared about you.

The two of you returned to your room and sat down. “What happened” Hoseok asked, instantly. “What?” you asked. “You and Helmoni came back, followed by Ashley. What did she say?” He asked, taking your hand in his. That look on his face he literally looked like a lost puppy almost begging you to open up, to trust him. “She.” you started and took a huge breath “She used to be my best friend since kindergarten, sang and danced together. Kai was my brother’s best friend and when in around middle school he started to hang out with me more she got jealous and started bullying me to the point of humiliating me in school in subtle ways that nobody could point it to her. When Kai and I got together she stopped so much as to lurk around me and I thought she gave up. Me and Kai were together for almost 3 years, until, I heard Taehyung one day that he saw Kai with some other girl. At that I was preparing for auditions and different entertainment companies, Making dance and singing clips” you pause taking a breath and Hoseok pulled you closer encasing you with his arm protectively. “I found out then that Taehyung was helping Ashley use my voice to make her clips and also various texts that made it clear that they were sleeping together. I wanted to tell my brother, but I know he’d blame himself for letting Kai get close to me when it wasn’t his fault, so I never told him. I moved to Seoul and he told people we broke up, I couldn’t take it. Then he and ashley started dating openly after a few months. I decided to never sing again, that is what she actually jabbed me about today” You completed, Hoseok wanted to just go and puch that smug face of Kai but he held it in. You laid your head on Hoseok’s shoulder.

“I am sorry you had to go through that, all alone” he said

“It’s okay, but you tell me now that I told you, Why did you take me to that party?” you asked. “Other than the fact that I wanted it to be you, it was for my dad, he says we should either marry for love or business. Like marriage is very important, he actually has cancer and seeing me single makes him feel afraid that I’ll stay alone, so he forced me on blind dates. But I could never realy like that, not when all I could think of was how I wanted each of them to be you. So I had to get you, but seemes like fate had a different idea” He said and you laughed. “Y/n, you need to know that nothing I said so far was fake, to your family or to you. I what I told to your parents, I meant every word, we, us, this is real” He said. “We are as real as the moons, the sun and the freaking stars. ANd Y/n I love you so much” he said looking straight into your eyes, your brain had stopped functioning, its true, all true, “kiss me”

(Smut alert.. You can skip the italics part if you want)

Fisting your t-shirt he said “Are you sure? Cause I swear this time I wouldn’t be able to stop”. “Then don’t” you said and with that he claimed your lips to be his, his hands snaked around you waist and with a swift move you were strandling him, lips never parting, Soon you felt you t-shit get untucked and you felt his hands on you bare skin sending shiver down you spine and warmth in your core. Your tongues fought for dominance and you let himtake control as his tongue traveled every nook of your mouth. When you parted a string pf saliva was left between the two, and Hoseok didn’t waste a single moment and attached his lips to your neck leaving open mouth kisses until you take in a deep breath leading him to break into a smirk as he decorated your shoulder with a hickey, you urged him to take you yoor top and he compiled and your hands instantly went to unbutton his shirt that was soon discharged somewhere in the room. You moved you hips on his thighs to gain some friction earning a groa from his throat. You interlaced your finger with her hair at the back of his head and pulled it making him faceyou as you licked along his jawline leaving butterfly kisses and occasional bites. You could feel yourself get wetter and wetter as the two of you attacket each nother now naked in bed as he sucked on one of your boob and assaulted the other with his hand. “Fuck” you cursed. “Say it baby” he said, “Fuck Hobi, I need you” you said. “Do you know how much more I’ve always needed you” he said, you knew his member was already hard, you saw it over the boxers. “Off” you finally managed to say and like an obedient man he did, he took them offf as his member sprang free, you immediate took off yours and pulled him closer to kiss his mouth “Please Hoseok fucking make me your” you said na dthat sparked something in Hoseok as he pushed up and in one swift motion put his whole length inside you making you gasp for air. “Look at you gasping now, who was whining like a needy bitch” he said. “More” you managed to say as Hoseok’s thrust grew faster and faster. He grabbed your hands and held them above your head and he rammed into you mercilessly, resulting to you turning into a moaning mess. “Ho-Hobi” you said as Hobi graned feeling you clench around him, he knew you were close, he was too, “lets get it together” he said. “I- cant hold it” you said as you felt the knot get undone and you came, feeling the warmth was all it took for Hoseok to follow suit, he rode through both of your climaxes.

(End of smut)

He dropped beside you, instantly cuddling to you, The two of you caught your breath when he suddenly said “May be you should sing for your brother’s wedding” he said. “It’s tomorrow” you said. “We have time, come one” he said and pulled you to the bathroom.

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Hence, you were, sitting on stage at the reception of you brother and Suyeon, singing to Sunflower by Post Malone as Taehyung strumed a guitar. You looked to the table where Hoseok wa sitting looking at you still in awe, to hear your voice. But this look was nothing compared to the one he gave you when he saw you walk down the ilse to pass the ring to you brother and sister-in-law. He then made it to stone, he will never let you go, and somehow the look on his face now, conveyed the same message to you, as you winked at him on the line

“You’re a sunflower, I think your love would be too much”

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You later looked through your phone to find a million texts from Jimin and Jungkook with pictures and posts from dispatch, to know whats going on. Hoseok laughed as he saw that from over your shoulder. “I think we should call him later” he said, to agreed imagining a very excited Jimin eating Jungkook’s head to know the Tea.

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