#''and if i am going to snap it won't be your fault so tell me -- which way does the rubberband go?''

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The Rare Bookseller Part 96: The Maestro's Ultimatum

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tw: mind control, body control, abuse, violence

December 1925

This was it! Oliver was certain he'd found the very passage his master had been searching for. He was so pleased to be useful for his learned skills, and not merely for his blood and warmth.

With the page number noted and the book safely tucked under one shoulder, Oliver picked up his crutch and stood up as carefully as he could. Even with his crutch, and even with his master dulling the pain, his injured leg was still weak and didn't respond as it should. Still, Oliver had been determined to walk again, even if it was with a cane. He slowly made his way over to the other end of the library, where Alexander was pulling book after book from a shelf, skimming them and putting them in piles.

"Master, I've found the passage."

To his disappointment, his master scowled. "You needn't exert yourself like that, Oliver. All you have to do is call for me, and I can walk to you."

"I only wanted to practice walking, sir. It's no trouble," said Oliver, a bit deflated as he sat on a bench. He only wished that his master would praise him for his attempts, instead of seeming so upset. "And I think you should look at page 243 of this tome."

"So you did find it?" Alexander softened as he took the book from Oliver. "Let's see, page 243… aha!" His eyes darted back and forth as he quickly read the page. "Yes. Yes! Oh, good work!"

"That's the right one, sir?"

"Indeed. It's rare to find texts describing defensive or beneficial spells being placed on vampires, given how witches and vampires are so often at each other's throats, but this -- yes, I think this will hold some important clues." He ran a hand through Oliver's hair fondly. "And I am sorry I snapped at you. I've only been frustrated over the lack of progress. The book you've just found will certainly help, though."

"I only want to be useful to you, sir."

"And you are, most certainly. You're useful to me in many ways. That's why it worries me to see you strain yourself needlessly."

Oliver looked down at his knees. "Perhaps it is selfish of me, but… I wish to walk again, sir. I do very much appreciate all the help you've provided to me, but… I just…"

His master was gathering him into his lap. He'd become far more eager to hold Oliver close ever since Oliver's capture. "I know you don't mean anything by it. And I would like to see you walk. I just can't help but worry. It's my fault that you were injured."

"I don't blame you for it, sir," said Oliver. "I could've… I shouldn't have…"

"Shh, none of that. You're fine." Alexander hummed a few soothing bars, but even that didn't fully quiet Oliver's mind. "Something is troubling you, isn't it? Something other than your leg."

"Well, yes, sir. I can't stop myself from being worried about this plan," said Oliver, fidgeting. "I know you've put a lot of thought into it, and that you're going to take precautions, but will it truly work? What if something happens to you, sir?"

"I wish I could tell you that it was certain to work… but I can't. I have to try anyway," said Alexander. "If I do nothing, if I give up on trying to rid myself of my sire, as I've done in the past, then he'll no doubt rule me forever. I'd have to allow him to do as he pleases with you, and that's the last thing I want."

"I don't want that either, sir." And truthfully, that was his biggest fear about this entire endeavor. Despite all of his master's reassurances, he knew that if Alexander failed at his attempt to kill his sire, then Oliver would end up at his mercy.

"It will be all right, Oliver." His master pulled him closer. "We'll get through my sire's awful ball, and soon, Fitz will arrive. He'll help me try out my theories. If none of them work out, then I won't risk it. I'll find another way."

"I hope they do work, sir." It was almost too much to hope for, a future where Alexander's plan had succeeded, where they were all free of the doom hanging over their heads. Mr. Fitz and Roger would come live with them, and his master would finally be happy and satisfied, and Oliver could make a good life here.

"As do I." Alexander looked thoughtful. "My sire once told me that hope is the worst punishment of all. But I don't think I believe that, not truly. If it weren't for hope, I would have given up long ago, and I would never have met you."

His master began to sing in earnest then, a song of safety and comfort to help Oliver relax. He was counting on Alexander to keep him safe, and that scared him, but at times like this, in his master's arms, he could believe that it would all work out. He wanted to feel safe, and that helped his master's song take root in his mind, soothing him almost to sleep, drifting off as the clock struck the hour.

On the twelfth chime, there was a sharp, rhythmic knock at the door.

All safety and comfort was lost as his master tensed. "No, it can't be."

"Sir, is it --?"

"He has no reason to --"

Another sharp knock.

"Damn it to hell," said Alexander. He picked up Oliver and placed him in his wheelchair. "Oh, we both look a mess. God damn it, why tonight…"

"Sir, is it truly your sire?"

"It's all right. I'm sure he only wants me to run some errand for his party, fetching humans for him or such. I'll agree to it and he'll be on his way," said his master, his shaky tone indicating his fear despite his confident words. He pushed Oliver out of the library and into the entrance.

"Can't I hide, sir?"

"He won't abide by that. No, better to have you out in the open." Alexander ran a hand through his messy hair and tried to smooth down his rumpled shirt as a third knock echoed through the entrance. He opened the door, and Oliver felt sick to see Alexander's sire standing there in the shadows, illuminated only by the weak gas lamp in the hall. Perhaps it was Oliver's terrified imagination, but he seemed to simmer with fury.

"It took an excessive amount of time for you to let me in." Despite his clear anger, his voice was still strangely musical. "Did you suppose that last minute preparations would disguise your glaring flaws?"

"No, sire." Alexander stood up straight. "I have nothing to say to excuse the fact that I wasn't prepared for your visit tonight."

The Maestro's sneer turned to Oliver. "I see that your thrall didn't answer the door."

"He's recovering from his injury, sire."

"You coddle him excessively, of course."

"If I don't allow his leg to properly heal, then he'll never be able to walk, sire," said Alexander evenly.

"Hmph." The Maestro handed Alexander an envelope. "I will require refreshments for the upcoming ball. You will provide me with at least a dozen humans of adequate blood and docility, as is customary. Your requirements are further outlined in these instructions."

"Yes, sire," said Alexander meekly. Oliver couldn't conceal the horror on his face as he looked back at Alexander. Was he truly going to kidnap that many people for his sire? To protect Oliver?

"In the meantime, since your thrall is too weak and feeble to be left to care for himself, I will most graciously take him into my care for the next few days. I expect you to be grateful for this."

Oliver's heart clenched. The thought of staying with his master's sire for even a few days was unbearable. He could, and would, inflict so many unspeakable torments on Oliver in that time. Alexander thought that the time he had blinded Oliver was going easy on him -- what would happen to him if he committed some worse transgression than defending his master? He looked back to his master, hoping for some reprieve.

"That won't be necessary, sire," said Alexander.

The fury threatened to boil over. "I will decide what is and isn't necessary."

For a moment, Alexander was cowed, his face like a kicked puppy, and Oliver was filled with dread that he might not be protected after all.

"No, sire."

"No?" The Maestro imbued the single word with an ocean's worth of contempt.

"I will obtain your refreshments, sire, but there is no need to leave Oliver to stay with you. If I decide that my thrall needs additional care, Lily would be happy to take him in."

Alexander hit the wall with force, the sound of his sire's backhand ringing in Oliver's ears, the violent action so quick that Oliver barely had time to react.

"You still defy me," he said, punctuating every word with rage. "I have given you every, every chance to make up for your myriad shortcomings and you still see fit to try my patience."

"I promised Oliver that I would protect him, sire," said Alexander, struggling to his feet.

"Promise. What do you know about promise?" Grabbing Alexander by the shirt, his sire threw me to the floor. "I have suffered for too long under the delusion that you have promise, infected by the disease of hope ever since I made the poor decision to sire you. Hope that you would rise to your station, that you would make something worthwhile of yourself, that you would use your innate talents to command and subjugate humanity. Instead, I find myself in possession of a vampire so feeble that a mere hunter bested him. I've realized that hope has left me blind."

"Have you finally realized that I'm never going to be what you want me to be?" asked Alexander with a mix of fear and relief.

"Yes, perhaps I finally have. And that means I have little use of you."

"Are you finally going to stake me, sire?" His tone was resigned, as though he knew this day would always come.

Oliver wanted to cry out, but terror stifled his voice into no more than a whimper.

"Stake you, and afford you the release of death? No, I think not."

The Maestro picked up Alexander once more. He struggled and kicked out, but it was to no avail, despite his sire's frail appearance. Alexander was backed into one of his bookcases as his sire grasped his face, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Sire, what are you…"

"Silence."

Oliver watched helplessly as Alexander's struggles ceased, his sharp eyes growing wide and dull. He was being mesmerized, Oliver realized with a shock, falling under his sire's power just as Oliver once had. The thought of his master's mind being so compromised was terrifying beyond reason. He tried calling out, and realized that he was being kept still by the Maestro's power. He'd been so focused on his master's dire straits that he hadn't fully noticed the control wrapping around him.

Alexander fell into a deep daze, his lips parting slightly as his face and body went slack. Oliver could all too easily recall the bleak and empty hell of the Maestro's mind, where his master was now trapped.

"Lose yourself."

"Yes, sire." Alexander's voice sounded strange and unnatural, stripped of its power and its music.

"You will fetch the humans I need. You will attend the ball with your thrall, both of you appropriate in dress and behavior. You will not humiliate me."

"Yes, sire."

"And if you do humiliate me, you will never leave my manor again," said the Maestro, pressing Alexander into the bookcase. "Perhaps I will wipe your mind, as I should have done years ago. As I should have done even before siring you."

"S-sire…" One of Alexander's hands came up to grasp at his sire's arms, a feeble spark of defiance.

"If I so choose, I will wipe you clean of every memory, every emotion, every scrap of resistance and disobedience, every vestige of personality. You will be the docile spawn you were always meant to be. Agree."

Alexander made a pained choking sound.

"You will obey. You will be my docile spawn. You will agree."

"Yes, sire," said Alexander, the words pulled from his throat.

"This situation is my fault for expecting you to be something more. If I had recognized your worthlessness earlier, it would have spared us both a great deal of pain. However, now that I have recognized this mistake, I will swiftly move to correct it."

Oliver felt himself tilting forward, caught in the Maestro's power even if it wasn't directed at him. Darkness was closing in on his mind, the ticking of a metronome growing louder and more insistent. He needed to obey. His master was obedient, and so Oliver would also fall in line.

"You will never be able to defy my commands again."

"Yes, sir," Oliver mumbled in tandem with his master.

"You will obey my every order without question or hesitation."

"Yes, sire."

"You will cease to hold unauthorized thoughts and beliefs."

"Yes, sir."

The Maestro snapped and released his grip, allowing Alexander to crumple to the floor. He blinked, trying to shake off the trance, as he struggled to his feet. Oliver came to as well, the darkness in his vision receding, the metronome ticking fading but still present.

"I have one more thing for you, child," said Alexander's sire. "Fitzwilliam's invitation."

Even through his daze, there was fear in Alexander's eyes. "He won't be here, sire."

"Yes, he will be." The Maestro advanced on Alexander again, who was once more backed into the bookcase. "Do you think I don't know of Fitzwilliam's comings and goings? I unwisely tolerated it because I thought it would provide incentive for you to behave properly. Perhaps the worst of my unfortunate mistakes -- giving you enough freedom to create a failure of a spawn. It's time to rectify that as well. He will be taken into my fold and wiped clean, taught to mind his place at the feet of his betters, redoing all of his training."

Alexander trembled. "Sire --"

"Perhaps if I am pleased with your behavior at my gala, I will spare you your mind and your memories," said his sire. "But your worthless spawn will have no such reprieve."

"He won't come to you, sire," said Alexander meekly.

"He will, because you can compel it. I will compel you to compel him. There has never been any escape for either of you."

"Sire, if you do this, if you erase both of our minds…" Alexander flinched. "I think you will regret it."

For a moment, the Maestro looked as if he were going to backhand Alexander once more. "I hold uncountable regrets. What's one more?" He spun on his heel and grabbed the handles of Oliver's wheelchair, pushing him towards the door.

"Master!" Oliver called out, turning towards Alexander. "Master, please!"

Alexander took one step towards Oliver before crumpling to his knees.

The Maestro looked back at him. "I will return in five nights for my refreshments, and will temporarily return Oliver so that he can be prepared for the gala. If I detect even the smallest hint of insubordination, I will be forced to revoke even this small leniency and will take possession of you immediately. Is that clear?"

His master's voice was so small and hollow. "Yes, sire."

As Oliver was pushed out into the night, he thought desperately of anything he could do. Attempting to struggle out of the wheelchair would be futile -- even if he were fully able-bodied, the Maestro could so easily put a stop to that by taking control of his body. He thought of the rune, of how he'd trained with Vivian, the scar sore on his arm. But he had no knife, and no way of creating the rune without the Maestro's attention, and any real attempt at struggle would no doubt seal his fate and his master's.

He would have the Maestro's full attention on him now, without even his master to try and defend him, or offer him instruction. There would be nothing, nothing at all, to prevent him from inflicting torment as he pleased.

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Hello! Hope your day has been going good :)

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ for chivalry's sake

summary: sebek accidentally wrecks your room and has to pay the price tropes: only one bed, roommate au, friends to lovers characters: sebek additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, kissing

"IT WAS NOT MY FAULT! IT WAS THAT TERRIBLE DIREBEAST!"

"NUH-UH! I'M INNOCENT! I'M THE VICTIM HERE!"

Both you and Crowley take your hands off your ears as Sebek and Grim sit, simmering with contempt. Lilia picks at his teeth.

The Headmage sighs. "...I understand it's a... complicated situation-"

"There ain't nothing complicated about it! He said he was a better mage than me!"

"WHICH IS CORRECT!"

"-Regardless," Crowley interjects. "There is still a hole in the roof of Ramshackle. I cannot have my errand runner- er, students living in such conditions."

Sebek crosses his arms. "Yes, yes, humans are weak and frail. What does that have to do with me?"

"Now, Sebek, be chivalrous," Lilia says, smiling, as if the whole thing was funny to him. Sebek grumbles.

"Seeing as you were involved in the incident, Mr. Zigvolt, I think the Prefect should stay with you until the hole has been repaired,"

The disbelief is unanimous. "WHAT?!"

Grim's fur bristles. "I ain't staying with that guy!"

"AND I WOULD NEVER!"

"I would like to sleep this week, thank you," you mutter.

Crowley hums. "Now, now. Being as clever as I am, I knew you would never agree. Worry not, Mr. Vanrouge has volunteered to, ah, babysit Grim in the evenings. Peace and quiet!"

Lilia smiles sweetly.

But it is not, in fact, peace and quiet.

Though Grim is unable to burn any more holes in the roof, Sebek is as unapproachable as ever.

Actually, unapproachable wouldn't even begin to describe it.

"I will surely lose sleep during this," he mutters, pacing the bedroom. "Then I will perform poorly during training. That incompetent Headmage! What would Grandfather think? I was told to be chivalrous, but this is foolish!"

You watch from the bed, tired, but kept well awake by him. "Well, you're not going to get any sleep like that. You should come to bed,"

Sebek bristles, as if you'd insulted him. "QUIET, HUMAN! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M THINKING?"

You stare back. It had been a long time since he'd snapped at you, and longer since he'd called you "human" rather than your name. Does sharing a room really bother him that much?

Sebek sees your expression and softens.

"I apologize. I am... I'm... I only- I don't-"

Oh. Of course.

You face him as he paces the room.

"Sebek," you say. "Are you... nervous to share a bed?"

He stops. And he blushes. "THAT'S PREPOSTUROUS!"

You decide to have mercy on him, suppressing the laughter that so desperately wants to come out. "Heh, it's okay. I won't tell anyone,"

"There's- there's nothing to tell!"

You smile and stand in front of him. Sebek looks about ready to burst, his face red, his fists clenched at his sides. If you focus on his hands, you might even catch a tremble.

"THAT'S CLOSE ENOUGH!" he shouts, though he's leaning in, too.

Your smile softens, and before he can open his mouth to shout again, you kiss him. Whether for instinct or for chivalry's sake, he kisses back, holding your face in both palms and pulling you closer.

...And then he realize what he's doing, and his knees give out.

Your eyes widen. "Are you-"

"I'M WELL," Sebek stands, stiffly, salutes as if you were his sergeant, and then runs to the door.

"I-I think I will stay with Lilia tonight! So as to- get my sleep! Good evening, Prefect!"

And then he's gone. You smile. His nervousness is sweet, in a way- and even if Lilia doesn't force him, he'll be back.

He's chivalrous, after all.

[httpvomitello]

hey so how do you think the bayverse boys would deal with having a s/o where on the news, it says that the apartment above their’s, someone got murdered. And then suddenly with weird timing, they just hear something rolling behind them and someone huff and sit on their couch. They look over and see their s/o with a suitcase and saying “I’m gonna live here now”. They’re staying here for the next month or two cuz you know, murderers might still be in the building and s/o doesn’t wanna be next. Also if the boys want to deal with it, s/o basically knows what went down and can tell them?

Hello, hello! I hope you like it ♡♡♡♡

Leonardo

When you walk in with a suitcase and tell him someone got murdered in your building, Leo’s calm on the outside but inside, he's panicking

His first thought?

I should’ve been there to protect you

He won’t let you leave the lair for anything

"You’re staying here. No arguments.”

His tone leaves no room for negotiation

The thought of you being anywhere near that danger makes him feel sick

The longer you stay with him, the more on edge Leo gets

He’s constantly worrying about whether the murderer will come after you next

Leo wants to protect you but struggles with not being able to solve everything

He hates that you had to come to him in fear

"I should've stopped it before it even happened," he mutters one night

You remind him it’s not his fault, but he doesn’t seem convinced

Despite everything, you know Leo won't stop until he finds the killer

But one night, you ended up giving him a little earful, making him calm down a little.

Raphael

When you tell him what happened, Raph’s first reaction is pure rage

“Wait, you’re tellin’ me there was a murder right above you? And you’re just NOW telling me?”

He’s angry, at the situation, not you, but you can tell he’s freaked out inside

He won’t show it at first, but Raph feels guilty

The fact that you were that close to danger eats at him.

He’s punching the training dummy harder than usual, throwing himself into workouts as a way to blow off steam

“I shoulda been there.”

You staying with him makes him feel more protective, but also more on edge

He tries to act like it’s no big deal, but deep down, he’s scared of losing you

"If anything happens to you…"

He doesn't finish the sentence, but you know what he means

One night, you catch him snapping at his brothers and pacing the lair like a caged animal

"I hate this. You being in danger, and me not being able to do a damn thing about it!"

He doesn’t want to admit how scared he is, but you can see it in his eyes

He only managed to calm down when you dragged him to the bedroom and lay down together

For the rest of the night, you were the one calming Raph down and reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.

Donatello

The moment you tell Donnie about the murder, he’s already thinking about how to secure your old apartment

“Did they catch the guy? No? Okay, you’re staying here. No question.”

Donnie tries to play it cool, but his anxiety is through the roof

He spends hours obsessively monitoring your building through hacked security feeds and checking news reports

He doesn't mind spending a few more days awake just to catch the killer who can hurt you too

He can’t relax until he knows the threat is gone, and even then, he’s still tense

You wake up a few nights to find Donnie hunched over his computers, working on something

"Donnie, it’s 3 AM," you say, rubbing your eyes

He barely looks up. "I need to make sure everything’s secure before you even think about going back."

There’s a tremble in his voice, he’s scared to let you go

The stress finally gets to him

One night, after days of little sleep and constant worry, Donnie breaks down

"I-I can’t lose you. What if they come after you next? What if I’m not fast enough to stop it?"

You have to remind him that he’s already done everything he can to keep you safe

You had to ask Master Splinter for help to get Donnie into bed, but when he finally did, it didn't take long for him to close his eyes and fall asleep

And as you lay down next to him, your worry eased a little

The following afternoon, the killer was arrested.

Michelangelo

Mikey’s first reaction is shock

"Whoa, wait—someone got murdered?!"

He’s usually the carefree one, but the idea that something so dangerous happened near you?

It freaks him out more than he lets on

He tries to keep things light when you move in

“Guess you’re moving in with me then, huh? Roomies!”

But deep down, Mikey’s scared. He doesn’t know what he’d do if something happened to you

One night, after everyone else is asleep, Mikey quietly admits how scared he is

"I know I act like it’s all cool, but... I’m terrified, y'know? What if that guy comes after you next? What if I’m not fast enough to help you?"

Hearing him confess his fears hits hard

Mikey sticks close to you, always wanting to be near

He’s always checking in

“Need anything? Another pizza? Some nunchucks?”

He’ll distract you with his usual antics, but his hugs linger a little longer, and you can see the fear behind his smile

So, to calm him down, you proposed an all-night video game marathon

And it worked...

Until Master Splinter shows up and tells you off for being up so late at night

But it was worth it, because in the end, Mikey seemed to be calmer than he had been on other days.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Tfw you have a "short idea" that turns into an entire beginning of a fic 😅

This was supposed to say "Julian and Data episode where they've been sent to assist on a project together, and get confused for each other. Their colleagues label Julian's oddities as being 'android behaviour', and Data's as 'honestly, augments': Data gets to enjoy being mistaken for a human-- although it's more complicated than simple enjoyment -- while Julian feels... Well. That's complicated too." But I couldn't think of the short version until I'd written most of this XD Enjoy!

--

Julian and Data episode where they've been sent to assist on a project together, and when they arrive, the woman greeting them asks dismissively, "Alright, so which of you's the augment and which is the android?"

Julian responds sarcastically, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too. I'm Commander Data, and this is my colleague, Doctor Julian Bashir," while gesturing towards his pips and Data's uniform colour - but the sarcasm is clearly lost on her, since the woman frowns at them, telling him sternly, "Whoever installed your sense of humour has done a bad job. I don't find wasting time amusing, and if you'd like to work on this project, you need to change back into your correct uniforms and stop playing around."

Data, of course, steps in to resolve this misunderstanding. "What my colleague meant to say is, that he's Doctor Bashir, and I'm--"

The woman cuts him off with a glare. "I've been warned about you, Bashir," she says. "Don't test my patience. Rules are rules here, and I won't have you flaunting them - or leading that android astray, either. Get changed, the pair of you, and report back to me at 1600 -- Ensign Bezerra!"

A short ensign in science blue stops in their tracks, almost seeming to hold their breath as they snap to attention.

"Bezerra will show you where to go," she says, turning back to them.

"Ma'am, just let me--"

"Enough! You might be a commander, but I am the doctor in charge of this project, and I'll thank you to treat me like it. Now, do you want to work on this project or not?"

The answer to that is increasingly becoming uncertain - Julian's excitement had significantly diminished the moment he realised that Lead Doctor Garrat was someone so unpleasant - but for now, both of them nod meekly, and follow the ensign to their quarters.

--

It was an illogical order, but one that his companion seemed set on following. It also seemed that Julian believed he'd won their debate over their next course of action, with his argument that there was no point to causing another argument with Garrat, and that for the meanwhile, they should act their respective parts until they can find someone more reasonable to listen to them.

"It is still against Starfleet regulations, to impersonate another officer," Data reminded Julian for a second time, as the doctor began shrugging off his jacket.

"Orders are orders, Data," Julian replied sharply. "Even stupid ones."

Data nodded, but made no move to begin divesting his own clothes, watching blandly as the doctor continued to undress. A minute later, an angry uniform came flying his way, which his hands automatically reached out to catch.

"Do you want to make more trouble for us?" Julian asked, and Data made his face frown, unsure if his answer would result in more unexpected hostility.

"I am not yet convinced that this course of action will result in "less trouble"," he replied truthfully.

"Oh, for fu--" Julian started, scowling again-- but then caught himself, and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Data," he said, his face scrunching in a tell-tale sign of remorse. "It's my fault we've got into this mess, and now I'm not even listening to you. I'm as bad as Garrat."

"I would not call that a reasonable comparison," Data corrected. "You are angry because of an injustice. Lead Doctor Garrat, on the other hand, was..." He waited, pondering for a moment. "I believe that you might say she was 'being an ass'."

Julian snickered, the sound converting immediately into electronic pulses of confirmation: correct, correct, correct. Data had long noticed how humans often found it humourous when he attempted their vernacular, and having found the right combination of words this time, allowed Julian's short laugh to light up his brain.

"I'm not sure I'd be so polite as to leave it at that," Julian replied. "Oh, sod it. Hand me back my uniform, let's go and sort this out. If she sends us home, what have we got to lose, anyway?"

The asnwer seemed obvious. "The chance to research prezenimites in a localized, non-sochoric enviroment. You expounded at great length during our shuttle ride on the importance of the project and your excitement to be a part of its development."

Julian's face twisted in a way that Data could not interpret. His mouth had turned upwards again, but Data was not convinced that it was an honest smile. "Apart from that," Julian said in a softer voice.

"It is likely that if we were sent away at so early a juncture, a note would be placed in our records. In addition, I do not believe that our captains would be pleased we had lost this prestigious placement due to a sarcastic misunderstanding."

Julian groaned. "Dammit, Data - what do you want?"

"Want, Julian?"

Tilting his head, Data waited for the doctor to further explain, but Julian just shook his head and held out an arm. "Just hand me my clothes, Data."

His friend was, Data now registered, still mostly undressed - possibly a fact that had added to Julian's discomfort and agitation. However, he did not comply immediately: he believed that he was beginning to answer his confusion over why the doctor had been so insistent - eager, in his own way - to obey Garrat, despite the seeming senselessness of the order.

"You believe we would face fewer consequences if we pose as each other for a time?"

"Well yes, I do - but that doesn't matter, and I could be wrong anyway. It has been known to happen." Julian grinned widely, sending an array of opposing signals through Data's brain: he knew Julian was not happy.

"I could be wrong, too," Data replied. "I do not have enough information to determine the best course of action. I... have difficulties understanding human behaviour, and I do not understand Doctor Garrat. She seemed to dislike us even before you spoke."

A soft, huffed breath escaped Julian. "The augment and the android, yeah. As though we're so alike as to be practically interchangeable! Not that I think it's bad, to be like you, I mean..."

"I did not take offense," Data assured, turning Julian's words over in his mind. "I find myself, however, interested in a question this situation presents. While I still cannot understand why, it seems that Doctor Garrat's prejudice blinded her against the truth of our identities. I wonder for how long she would continue believing that I were you, and you were me, if we considered that informing her otherwise would be a lost cause."

It took a few moments for Julian to respond, a fact which did not surprise Data: he himself had found this train of thought rather unexpected.

"Hang on - a few minutes ago you were quoting Starfleet regulations at me, and now you want to do what?"

Data was sure there was some logic to his idea. He just hadn't computed it yet.

[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — second chapter | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus is his own warning, elitism

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coriolanus Snow meets his tribute and lands on a cage and then a car ride with his girl <33

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 i never tasted orange chicken but since @nowitsmissing likes it, that means it's good and worthy for Coryo to eat

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“I wouldn't sing a note for you if I were her!” - Coriolanus reminded himself of Tigris's words as he waited for the train to arrive. Besides a handful of peacekeepers, he was the only one standing in the train station, waiting for the tributes to come.

He wasn't going to lie to himself, he was terrified. He wasn't sure if he was breaking any rules as he stood and waited. The academy hadn't sanctioned this, but they didn't tell the mentors what to do or not to do either.

It's not his fault he's getting a headstart.

Though he was surprised that you weren't here, waiting. He glees internally. He had already one-upped you and was going to continue to do so.

Snow lands on top.

He was going to be five steps ahead of everyone. No one can take the Plinth Prize away from him and he's going to make this ‘Lucy Gray’ won't either.

If not a winner, she'll create a fine spectacle for the Capitol, with her snakes and voice. Even if some part of him was terrified of her, leave it to Dean Highbottom that he got an insane tribute.

And of course, leave it to Dean Highbottom that he gave you someone who has actual chances of winning. And of the same district too, as if trying to push them both into a battle with each other.

It was highly annoying. It felt like Dean Highbottom was mocking him with this. Dangling a carrot in front of him and expecting him to take the bait and snap. But he won't. You weren't going to win this, and Dean Highbottom won't be getting the satisfaction of the Snows' falling.

Finally, the train had arrived, and with it came his Lucy Gray Baird. She was a girl with a rainbow frilly dress and a mess of brown curls. She was pretty (not as much as you) and had a certain accent when she came to him, asking who he was.

“I am Coriolanus Snow,” he begins to introduce himself with a warm tone, “and I am your mentor.”

He holds a white rose in his hand, pushing his arm forward to offer it to her. A part of him watches in horror as she spews nonsense and tears a petal from the beautiful rose and eats it.

She eats it and smiles at him, “Tastes like bedtime.”

A part of him was horrified, his mind solidifying the fact that Lucy Gray was truly insane. But a part of his mind went back to yesterday when you had taken off a petal of the red rose.

When you had crushed it between your fingers, the red juices of the petal pigmented your fingertips. He wonders if he could take the digits in his mouth and clear your skin of the taint if it would taste delicious with the flavor of your skin. If it-

His thoughts were interrupted by Lucy Gray (damn her!). “What does a mentor do besides bringing me flowers?” Her voice calls him out.

He tried hard not to frown or snap at her. He controls his voice, depriving it of the annoyance he feels as he replies, “I try my best to help you win.”

She hums in response. And before he could continue the conversation, the peacekeepers came in to sweep the tributes into a truck. He tried to keep pace and asked for permission if it was alright to enter but was ignored. So when a distraction was caused by a tribute trying to run (foolish, foolish boy), he entered the truck.

He was being stared at by them all as if he was the animal, and not them. All of the tributes looked more or less filthy, sick, and District. It seemed like only Lucy Gray bothered to somewhat take care of her appearance, with her bizarre make-up and rainbow dress.

Soon enough, he was pinned by a black boy, named Reaper. Everyone around him yelling to kill him, cheering him on, goading him on. Lucy Gray decided to prove herself to be useful to Coriolanus. She was the one speaking up about how if he died, their families would be hurt and that she might need him.

Despite many protests and not being convinced to leave him alone, they couldn't do anything about especially when suddenly the truck gates swung open, and then bam!

Light sweeps in and everyone loses their balance. Falling onto bare, rough ground, landing onto a cage. Coriolanus barely managed to stand up before he realized where he was. A zoo, a fitting place for district animals but not for him. Not only that, he was surrounded by people and cameras.

With his luck, this was probably broadcast live. He felt panic rush in his veins, his mouth drying up and his hands getting sweaty. He was going to make a fool out of himself in front of all of Panem, Sejanus, and You.

No, wait, you were there. His wide, panicking eyes find yours. Just like him, you were in your academy uniform. But you were outside the cage and he was in it.

Never on the same side. You and he.

He could feel his body shaking, an anxiety attack beginning with his breaths becoming shorter and shorter. Just then he could see you form the words, ‘Own it. Own it, Coryo.’ He nods in reply, his mind quietening as he becomes focused on a task.

The Capitol wanted a show, he was going to give them one.

He snaps off the stem of the rose and places it on Lucy Gray's ear. He will never know how your eyes glared at him for that action. He takes her hand his, swallowing the disgust about the fact he was touching District.

“Lucy Gray, let me introduce you to my neighbors,” he said as he dragged her in front of the cameras. The girl had been smart so far, if she knew what was good for her, she would continue acting like that.

He goes near Flickerman, the guy with the microphone and you were standing there beside him. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, your eyebrows raised in an unimpressed way. He only shrugged in response before giving his attention to the cameras.

He lets Lucy Gray sweet talk to the camera. She was polite and playful, playing into the hearts of the Capitol citizens with ease. Then the cameras turn to him, and before Flickerman asks him why he is in the cage. He isn't sure what to answer.

As if you could sense his panic, you immediately take the attention of him with your reply. “That's Coryo for you. Always making an impression. You should look forward to him. And his tribute,” your eyes turn to look at Lucy Gray, a hint of poisonous hate in your look that was hidden by the fake warmth of your smile.

“And you should be looking forward to my tribute too, Jessup Diggs.” You added as you stole the show with your sweet words. The broadcast ended with Flickerman praising you for your encouraging words despite the fact you and Snow were rivals.

He grits his teeth as he is dragged into a car by the peacekeepers. He supposed he was going to be taken to the Academy. He sat in the back seat, waiting for the car to start. He wished he would go there before lunch began, he hadn't breakfast. He couldn't have those damn cabbages again, he would rather tie the shower curtain around his neck.

The car door opens and you slip inside, sitting beside him. His breath hitches as he takes in the scent of your perfume. The heat of your body sweeps into his as your arm brushes against him. “You're crazy,” you said, not looking at him but the ruins of the Capitol outside the window. The car had started to drive back to the Academy.

“For getting a headstart,” he replied, “it's not crazy if it's smart.”

“Smart,” you mock, you turn to him, your face twisted in anger. You spit out, “It's not smart if you die, Snow! Those animals could have done anything to you! During the ride! During the cage! Do you think the cameras or the people would have stopped them? Fuck no and for what? A headstart!? It was stupid.”

Coriolanus blinks as he sees your childish tantrum. He was sure it was because he was going to be the talk of Panem, and not because you had genuine concern for him. He doesn't reply anything to you, despite feeling offended that you called him stupid.

He had been caught off guard, but he wasn't stupid. He furrows his eyebrows but keeps quiet. The silence was heated, and awkward. But it continues to persist, that's until his stomach growls, reminding him of his uneaten cabbage soup.

He felt his body flush in embarrassment. He begins to think of excuses to explain the loud growl but before he can even think of anything, a box is handed to him. You had taken something out of your bag and just set it on his lap along with a plastic spoon.

“It's not poisoned,” was the only thing you said, your eyes now back at the window.

“I sure hope so,” he replied, his voice controlled and his mind glad that you didn't glance at him to see his red face.

He opens up the box to see rice and orange chicken. He devours it as manner fully as he can. It took him a lot of self-control not to moan with each bite. It was that good. Perhaps his mind was subconsciously biased because it was by you. He didn't linger much on that thought.

But his touch did linger when he handed you back the box. He didn't thank you and you didn't ask for one. Neither of you said a word as your fingers laced together with his.

Neither of you said a word when your hand squeezed his, tightly. A warning not to act stupid again.

Neither of you needed to.

Both of you reached the Academy and Coriolanus stepped out of the car.

Time to face the consequences of his actions.

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[i-am-baechu]

✩ Title: The Lovers

✩ Paring: Idol! Taehyung x Actress! Reader

✩ Summary: It's been a rule, if you date an actor or actress you have to be strong. Especially when you see them kissing another for their new drama. Why is it so hard to be strong?

✩ Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, Tae is just an insecure boy that needs a hug and smut

✩ Playlist: Only - LeeHi & Loving With All Your Heart by Domsonegongbang

✩ Authors note: Having a heat stroke sucks. I'm finally feeling better and I'm able to post this story. I'm sorry for being sick!

Prologue

"Insecurity kills all that is beautiful". - Anonymous 

It was the early morning, the streets were still empty as the sun gently entered the buildings waking everyone up from their deep sleep. L/N Y/N slowly opened her eyes when she heard a cabinet close from the bathroom. She let out a small groan and turned towards the clock on her nightstand, 07:35 am. She ran her hand through her messy hair as she let a deep sigh out. Today was supposed to be her day off, and so was Taehyung’s but it seems like things have changed.

She glanced at the door with a frown, the talk from last night was still clouding up her mind. There was something wrong but she can’t change anything if he doesn’t tell her anything. She quickly shook her head and picked up her phone to message her best friend, Kim Sejeong. 

How is he?

She looked up from the text and stared at the wall with a hard look. It was a simple question that had a complex answer. An answer that she doesn’t have, which made things harder. 

I don’t know...he hasn’t really talked to me since our conversation. 

Give him some time. 

Kim Taehyung stared at the mirror with a hard look. He didn’t get much sleep last night, who would? Seeing the person you love cry because of your own foolishness could keep anyone up. That’s what made things so hard, especially right now. He glanced down at the sink as he closed his eyes and the scene replayed right before him. 

Being center stage was normal for Taehyung. All eyes were on him as he expressed his feelings but this was different. The center stage that he became so familiar with was on fire and the only one that felt it was him. He stared at Y/N as she wiped tears away from her eyes, "Tae, why are you ignoring me?"

There was an answer but it couldn't leave his lips. He couldn't disappoint her....he couldn't see her eyes look at him with sadness or even pity. That would make him sick. All this was caused by his brain and nothing more.

He placed his hand on top of her knee and produced the best fake smile that he could muster, "I'm sorry love. I've been so tired."

Y/N glanced at his hand and then at his face, "Is that the truth?"

No..."Yes, let's go have dinner. I'm sorry I made you cry."

"Tae, just talk to me, please. I don't want to be left in the dark."

What kind of man am I? "You won't be in the dark."

I'll solve this for us, Y/N. Don't worry about my own foolishness. I'll become better for us.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when there was a knock at the door, “Baby, you’ve been in there for a long time...is everything okay?” 

His fingers gripped the countertop and let out a small cough, “I’m okay...I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

“I’ll start breakfast...” 

He listened to her footsteps until the silence was choking him. He roughly ran his fingers through his hair as he was frustrated with himself. A foolish man with a brain that tortures him and it was all his fault. Nothing more and nothing less. 

ACT I [ Three Months ago] 

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." - Pablo Neruda, from his poem "Sonnet XVII" in "100 Love Sonnets"

Y/N put her coffee back down as the glare from the Hybe building blinds her. She was sitting at a cafe across the street and on this busy morning in Korea, she was hidden away by a black piece of fabric. It was another typical morning for Y/N, to get a cup of coffee and wait for her boyfriend. Nothing more and nothing less. Well...her boyfriend was someone that everyone knew and the same goes for herself. No one in the public knew that the famous actress; L/N Y/N, was in a relationship with Kim Taehyung of Bts for four years. A secret love that was in the hands of those who were close to them and that's how it's going to be until the time is right to come out. 

She whipped her head towards the door and a smile appeared under her mask when she saw her boyfriend coming in with his black coat hiding who he was. Of course, she knew it was him, she bought him that coat on their second anniversary. She had the matching one but she kept it in a special place with her other special gifts from him. 

She stood up in excitement and quickly made her way towards him. He glanced towards the sudden footsteps and smiled under his mask. She wrapped her arm around his, causing him to snicker at her clinginess, “You look extra mysterious today, love.” 

Taehyung let out a small laugh and glanced at his jacket, “You said you wanted me to dress up like Sherlock. I hope I did him justice.”

She gently picked up the material and smiled, “My favorite detective.”

He entwined their fingers together and walked back towards her table, “Speaking of detective...”

She rolled her eyes at this and looked away from his small smirk, “It’s just another acting gig...”

He rubbed her knuckles and kissed the top of her head, “It’s not just another gig. It’s a Netflix show, that’s incredible. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m just nervous because I’m working with people who have had more experience than me.” 

They sat back at the table and he placed his hand on top of hers on the table, “I think it's exciting. Tell me about it.” 

“It’s called Human Touch...I play the female lead who falls in love with the arrogant detective.” 

He continued to rub her knuckles and nodded his head, “That sounds like all the books you read.”

She felt her face get hot under the mask and she pouted under the mask, “Don’t tease me. Are we still having lunch?” 

“Yeah, but the restaurant we want to go to is closed today. Want to go to Jin’s?” 

“Ohh, that’s free food. Let’s go!~” 

Y/N and Taehyung are the friends-to-lovers story that everyone loves to read. She was Hoseok’s best friend from high school and after not seeing each other in years, Hoseok begged her to come to a concert near where she lived at the time. She just finished her second drama and her name was trending online but that didn’t mean anything to her. She was still a rookie with a famous friend. She didn’t want to be seen as a social climber. Hoseok didn’t really care about that and she finally accepted after he got his sister to ask her to come. 

She entered the dressing room and looked around with wide and curious eyes. The room wasn’t what she was expecting. Honestly, she had no idea what to expect. The room was so large that it should be considered to be a living room. There were couches that were calling out her name but she knew how expensive they were. She didn’t want to get them dirty. 

She glanced down at her backstage pass and took a deep breath. BTS was on a whole new level of fame. She worked with famous actors/actresses but this is so different. They were known around the world and were loved by almost everyone. It made this meeting even more nerve-wracking for her. 

“Are you Hoseok-hyung’s friend?”

She turned her head and she was met with brown eyes that were really close to her own. She jumped back and tilted her head at him, “Y-Yes. Who’s asking?”

“I’m Taehyung. I just wanted to meet the person that Hoseok spent a week talking about.” 

She swallowed her spit and wiped her hand on her jeans, “I hope it was good things...he knows too much about me.”

Taehyung let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “It was all good things which is why I wanted to meet you.”

“I’m nothing special.”

He shook his head and gently tapped the middle of her forehead causing her to blink in confusion, “You are special. Don’t forget that.” 

She felt her face warm and a small smile formed, “The only special one here is you, Kim Taehyung.”

“I see you as someone special, L/N Y/N.” 

Asking her out was the hardest thing that Taehyung encountered. He had never met someone that made him so nervous before. She was different but at the same time, she was something so familiar. They both liked to recreate their first date once in a while when they weren’t too busy with work. It was special for them. 

Y/N was finishing up cleaning the kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. She raised her eyebrow in confusion, she wasn’t expecting anyone tonight. She walked towards the door and looked through the small hole. 

“What the?”

She opened the door and tilted her head, “Jungkook?”

“I have a surprise for you.” 

She glanced at the clock and then back at him, “It’s literally ten at night.”

“Trust me.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “Fine, you're lucky I like you.” 

What she thought was going to be a quick surprise turned into an hour's drive. She fell asleep in the car as Jungkook held in his laugh when he saw the drool going down her face. He gently shook her and she let out a small groan, “We’re here.”

She rubbed her eyes and looked around with a confused look, “Are we near the mountains?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god, are you killing me?”

Jungkook gave her a confused look and shook his head, “What? No, why would you think that?”

“It’s night time and we’re by the mountains where no one can hear me scream.”

“Fair…Taehyung is waiting for you by the entrance.”

She raised her eyebrow at this and glanced through the glass, “He’s waiting for me?”

“Yeah, hurry up.”

She walked towards the entrance and raised her eyebrow when she saw Taehyung leaning against the entrance sign, “Tae?”

He immediately stood up straight and gave her a boxy smile, “Y-Your here?”

“Yes?”

“He was supposed to text me…never mind that.” He leaned down and took something behind the sign. Her eyes widened at the bright roses and her mouth dropped, “Tae?”

“You said you always wanted red roses and to watch the stars.”

she glanced at the roses and then at him, “I did…you remember that?”

“I always remember what you say.”

She took the roses and smiled at them, “What does this mean?”

“I want you to be my shooting star. Will you be my star?” 

It was the start of something but Y/N never thought Taehyung would see her as more. Now after four years, she’s become more confident with herself and her career. It took a long time but here she was standing strong with a smile on her face and the love of her life supporting her. 

Taehyung opened the door for her and the smell of food hit her with full force. She turned towards Taehyung pulling her mask down, “I’m so excited for this. You have no idea.”

He chuckled at this and gently tapped the middle of her forehead, “It’s because you didn’t eat all day.”

She pouted at this and pulled her mask up, “Leave me alone. Let’s go eat.” 

“Drinking coffee isn’t food, Y/N.”

“Then feeeeddd mee.” 

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Taehyung was in his studio typing away when the door opened. He leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrow when he saw Jungkook panting heavily, “What happened to you?” 

“Jaehyun told me something interesting.”

“How does that involve me?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone from his pocket. Taehyung continued to watch him with confused eyes, It’s eight in the morning? What could happen this early? He was met with a bright screen and he squinted his eyes at the screen to read whatever it was; NCT Jaehyun stars in a new drama with L/N Y/N. Human Touch is the highly anticipated show after the Webtoon finished in January causing fans to demand a drama. The director said it will come out somewhere between November or December making it the perfect drama for fall or winter. 

Taehyung smiled at this and looked up at Jungkook, “That’s exciting.” 

“I know, Jae said it took a while for SM to accept it but he was glad he got it.” 

“Did he read the comic?”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and put his phone back in his pocket, “He said he always wanted to work with Y/N. He really admires her.”

He raised his eyebrow at this but quickly shook the uneasiness, “I’m excited for Y/N. She didn’t think she would get the part.”

“I can’t wait to watch Noona on the screen.” 

“CUT! You did a good job L/N!” 

Y/N smiled at this and bowed at the director. It was another day that she had to film a commercial for a lip product that turned into a photoshoot and shoot. Two for one deal. Her manager walked towards her with a smile, “I have big news.”

Y/N took a sip of her water and raised her eyebrow, “Oh?” 

“Jaehyun is officially part of the cast.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and she placed her water on the table, “Really? That’s great. I feel like he would play the role so well.” 

“With your help, SM finally accepted it.” 

“That’s really exciting.” She felt her phone vibrant in her pocket and she took it out. She smiled when she saw it was Taehyung texting her, I saw the article. I’m so proud of you, love. 

“There’s going to be a quick meeting regarding the drama at four this evening.” 

Y/N put her phone back in her pocket and nodded at her manager, “Okay, is it with the full case? That’s really fast.” 

“The director wants to meet with the two leads, that’s it.” 

Y/N nodded her head and glanced at the director for her photoshoot, “I don’t have a problem. I think we're done taking the pictures.” 

“I’ll go speak to the director. You wait here.” 

She watched her manager go towards the director when she felt another buzz in her pocket. She took her phone out and let out a small laugh when she read the text, Why haven’t you messaged me back? :( 

I’m sorry, I was talking to my manager. I’m going to meet Jaehyun today with the director. I’m really excited to meet with him, I begged for the director to get him on this project after watching his audition tape.

Oh? You asked for him? 

It was between Jaehyun and Kyung-soo.

Those are good choices...Are we still up for tonight? 

Of course, we are!

Taehyung placed his phone on his desk as he stared at his computer screen. She asked for him specifically? Why do I feel weird about this? He shook his head and sat up straight in his computer chair, “It’s probably nothing.”

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She opened the door to see Taehyung on the couch sitting with Yeontan. She raised her eyebrow at this and pouted, “Tae.” 

He turned his head and smiled at her from the couch, “Hey baby.”

This was weird. He usually waited by the door for her but she shrugged her shoulders and set her stuff in their right places, “You didn’t pick up when I called.” 

“Sorry, I just got out of a meeting. I didn’t look at my phone.” 

That was weird, part two. He always checked his phone but she let it slide because she knew he was busy with his music. She nodded her head and walked towards him with her slippers echoing through the apartment. She sat next to him and leaned her head against his arm, “The meeting went well. Jaehyun is perfect for this role.” 

Taehyung nodded his head and kissed the top of her head, “I’m happy for you. What do you want for dinner?” 

“Oh, Jaehyun bought me some food after the meeting. I’m okay.”

Taehyung nodded his head but he had a sharp look that Y/N didn’t notice, “What did he get you?” 

“He got me japchae and yook hwei.” 

How did he know that was her favorite? “Oh, that’s your favorite. That’s good he got that for you.” 

“It was really sweet of him to do that. He wanted to show he was grateful for me.” 

Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head, “For?”

“Basically telling SM to give him this role. It wasn’t easy but we won at the end of the day. I’m just glad the show is going to be so good with him on the team.”

Why is she so excited for him? “I’m glad...” 

Act II [ Green Eyed] 

‘There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.’ - Lope De Vega 

“Baek-hyeon, I-I-”

He rolled his eyes and turned towards Aera with an annoyed look, “You don’t believe in me? Why?”

Aera shook her head at this, “I do believe in you-”

“Then act like it.”

Aera took a step back and looked away from him. She couldn’t see the anger in his eyes, “I’m just scared for you. It’s dangerous for you.”

“I’m a detective. This is what I do.”

“CUT!” 

Y/N turned towards the director and pouted, “What’s wrong?” 

“The lighting made a glare in the lens. We need to re-do the scene.” 

Y/N nodded her head and turned towards Jaehyun with a smile, “You did really well. I think you need to be more assertive when you say I’m a detective. It would sound better.”

“You think so? I don’t want them to hate him.”

“His personality is arrogant and he’s somewhat cold. It’s going to show good character development later on.”

Jaehyun nodded his head at her and put his fingers under his chin, “Ah, I see. I’ll make notes. Thanks.” 

She watched him go to his chair as she went towards her dressing room. Even though this morning was productive, it wasn’t a good one. Taehyung left without saying goodbye to her but he texted her saying he had a surprise morning meeting. He always said goodbye to her, no matter what. 

She sat in her dressing room and clicked on the person she wanted to FaceTime with, “Hey you.” 

Kim Sejeong repositioned her camera and waved at her, “Hey, how’s filming?”

Y/N leaned back in her chair and smiled, “It was good. We got half of the first episode done.” 

Sejeong raised her eyebrow at her tone, “What’s wrong?”

Y/N sighed and shook her head, “I think I’m overthinking.”

“You tend to do that. What’s wrong?”

“Taehyung, he didn’t say goodbye to me this morning. He always kisses the top of my head but he didn’t do it this time.”

“Did he text you?”

Y/N pouted and nodded her head, “He did…you think I’m overthinking?”

“It depends. What did the text say?”

“Sorry, I didn’t kiss you. I had a surprise meeting.”

Sejeong raised her eyebrow at this, “Is that all he said?”

“Yeah, he didn’t send his usual heart emoji to me.”

“Maybe he’s busy. It was a surprise meeting.”

Y/N nodded her head, “Maybe. The past two weeks have been crazy. I’ve been filming non-stop and it feels like I barely see him.” 

“Try and squeeze him in there. Tell him you love him more.”

There was a knock on the door and she glanced at the dark wood, “Y/N, the director is ready.” 

She glanced back at her phone and waved at Sejeong, “I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Talk to you later. Fighting!”

Taehyung sat in the practice room with a blank expression. Y/N has been so busy with filming that she’s barely had time with her. He understood but she was spending so much time with Jaehyun that he was becoming a second thought. He knows how it is, filming and all that. Logically he understands but emotionally he doesn’t. That was the frustrating part. He knew it was stupid to feel like this but he couldn’t help it.

The door opened and Jimin raised his eyebrow to see Taehyung sitting on the ground. He set his stuff on the floor and made his way to him. Taehyung was in such deep thought that he didn’t even notice Jimin sitting next to him. 

“You good?”

Taehyung jumped and turned to see Jimin’s concerned eyes, “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to. You look like you got stuff on your mind.”

“I do.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Taehyung sat there for a minute and thought about it. If he told Jimin then he would suggest talking to Y/N and he really didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want Y/N to know how he was feeling because it was wrong for him to feel like that. She has never felt jealous with all the dating rumors he got with other girls. He couldn’t tell her that he was jealous because of this. It didn’t make sense to feel that way. 

“No, it’s just something stupid.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Don’t worry.” 

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Y/N and Taehyung were on a date and Y/N planned the whole day. After talking with Sejeong, she decided that on her next day off she was going to spend the whole day with Taehyung. She was going to do everything they like to do together today. It’s been about a month since they really had a date, a real date. They had quick lunches but she didn’t consider those to be dates, 

She’s also noticed that Taehyung has been acting differently. At first, she thought she was overthinking but now she knew it wasn’t her mind playing games. There was something wrong with him. She kinda figured that it was because she wasn’t really talking to him or spending time with him. It was her fault that there was miscommunication and she wanted to say sorry for it. 

They walked in the private park near their apartment and she planned to have a simple picnic. It was a nice day, the sun was out after a long week of rain. It was finally sunny, it was a sign from the universe to fix their problem. 

They sat near the small pound and she took out all of the sandwiches that she made for the day. She sent the last drink and looked at him with a smile, “I made all your favorites. They ran out of your tea so I got the lemonade you like. Is that okay?”

Taehyung picked up a sandwich and nodded his head, “It’s fine.” 

She smiled at this and looked across the pond, “It’s a nice day. I’m glad I get to spend the day with you.”

“I am too.”

She looked back at him and she frowned a little, “I’m sorry that I haven’t really been talking to you that much. I feel bad...I noticed that you haven’t really talked to me. I’m sorry that I only noticed until a couple of days ago.” 

Taehyung stopped eating and stared at the pink blanket. I made her feel like this? It’s so stupid that I feel like this. It’s not worth making her sad. He put down the sandwich and looked at her with a small smile, “It’s my fault too. I have a phone, I know how to use it. Don’t apologize.”

She placed her hand on top of his and shook her head, “You always text me first. I should’ve texted you first. I wanted this date to be perfect.”

Taehyung gave her a small smile and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on her lips, “It is perfect.” 

Right before she could say something, her phone buzzed. She picked her phone up and unlocked it to see Jaehyun texted her, I was wondering if tonight we can practice our lines together. I’m having a hard time with this upcoming scene

Of course, we can. Is it the ice skating scene?

Yeah, I don’t know how to express his feelings and I can’t land my lines

Don’t worry I’ll help you. Is seven good?

That’s perfect, thanks

No problem 

Y/N put her phone back and she smiled at him, “I’m just glad I can spend time with you. I missed you.”

“Who was that?”

She raised her eyebrow and glanced at her phone then back at him, “It was just Jaehyun. He needed help with a scene.”

Taehyung felt his chest tighten. That was the second time that Jaehyun asked for help. He knew acting was hard but to ask for help constantly from her, that’s weird. Well to him. Logically it makes sense to ask for help but he didn’t want it to be her. He took a bit from his sandwich and nodded his head, “How’s it going with filming?”

Y/N took a sip of her lemonade and smiled, “It’s been so good. All the scenes look really good and I’m so excited for you to see the final product. I worked really hard.” 

“I know you’ve been working hard. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby. 

He tried his best to smile but it was really hard especially when his chest hurts, “How’s Jaehyun?”

“He’s been working really hard. This is his first real acting gig and he’s improving with each shoot. I knew he was the perfect choice.”

Perfect choice....”I’m glad..”

“Tae, are you okay?

“I am. Why?”

She tilted her head and frowned at him, “There’s something on your mind...I can tell. You can tell me anything.” 

This has nothing to do with you...It’s my own dumb thoughts. He leaned towards her and placed a kiss on her forehead, “I’m just stressed about work. That’s all.”

“I’ll yell at Namjoon for making you work so much. You need a break.”

My brain needs a break from everything. “You need a break too, baby.”

“Let’s watch our anime today and just watch the clouds. That would be perfect.”

“It will be, love.”

They laid back and watched the romance anime that they started together. It was a cute anime, a simple school anime but nevertheless, they loved it. Taehyung glanced at Y/N who was snuggling up into his side. She was so beautiful, especially in moments like this. He turned his attention back to the screen and his smile disappeared. He watched the female lead kiss another guy for a play they were holding. He watched the male lead leave the stage and he couldn’t help but feel seen at that moment. It was silly to find an anime to resonate with you. 

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She sighed at the phone and tossed it onto her table. It’s been two months and Taehyung is acting worse now. He barely texted her and when they were in the same room he barely talked to her. She knew she was lacking on her half of the chorus and she knew that all her reasons were sounding like excuses now. She didn’t want Taehyung to feel like she was taking advantage of him. That was the last thing she wanted him to feel. 

She walked out of her dressing room and entered the meeting room. She bowed to everyone and sat next to Jaehyun with a smile on her face, “Do you know what this meeting is for?”

Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his water, “I heard it’s about a scene.” 

“Scene?” 

The director let out a small cough and smiled at everyone, “The next scene is going to be a tough one. Jaehyun, you will have a stunt double jumping off a building while it’s raining. The scene itself is Baek-hyeon and Aera’s first kiss. Aera will kiss Baek-hyeon out of panic for his safety but Baek-hyeon will not acknowledge it because he knows it was out of panic. This scene is going to show Aera finally accepting her feelings towards Baek-hyeon. Today let’s take a break and come back tomorrow for this scene.” 

Y/N smiled at this and looked at Jaehyun, “Your first stunt double. That’s exciting.” 

“It is. I like the story so far.”

“I do too. You want to get lunch?”

“Lunch sounds good.”

They stood up and bowed to everyone as they made their way out of the office. Jaehyun opened the door for her and they headed towards a restaurant right across their building. They talked about random things, Jaehyun told her about his solo album that he was working on but he had no idea when it was going to come out. She told him that after this drama, she is going to take a small break and focus on her personal life. 

They sat together and clinked their beer bottles together, “Baek-hyeon!”

“Aera!~” 

She let out a small laugh and took her phone out to send a text to Taehyung, I’m eating with Jaehyun! I’ll be home in an hour. I love you.

Be safe. Love u. 

Taehyung stood in his bedroom and frowned at himself. This was the second dinner that Y/N missed. He knew it was his fault for not voicing his feelings but what was he supposed to say to her? “Stop hanging out with Jaehyun because I feel insecure.” That sounded ridiculous because he had no right to be insecure with their relationship. He had everything he could ask for. An apartment, a dog he loves, a girlfriend that he wants to marry someday, and a job that will help his family for the rest of his life. What more can he ask for? 

He got up and decided to take a quick walk around the neighborhood. The fresh air can help him clear his mind. He put the leash on Yeontan and locked up his house. The walk was nice. There was a light wind that put him at ease and the smell of the flowers made him think of Y/N. It was truly relaxing. 

Y/N let out a laugh and leaned back in her chair, “I would love to meet Mark. I think I would get along with him.” 

“I think so too.” 

She took the final sip of her beer and smiled, “I think I’m done for the night.” 

“Let me get you a ride.” 

Y/N shook her head and took her phone out, “I’ll do it. Don’t worry.” 

“No, let me. I want to make sure you get home safe.” 

“Fine, I’ll pay for your food next time.”

Jaehyun smiled at this and took his jacket off of his chair, “Perfect.”

Jaehyun waited for the car and opened the door for her and waved at her, “Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thank you, Jae. Get home safely.” 

“I will.” 

Y/N leaned her head against the glass and let out a deep sigh. She was feeling better after going out and having fun. She didn’t think about her stress at home and was finally able to clear her mind. Maybe now she could tell Taehyung how much she missed him. She rushed her way into the building and she was so excited to see him that she didn’t notice her hair tie falling out of her hair. She opened the door and she smiled when she saw Taehyung in the living room holding Yeontan in his arms. 

She rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist causing him to jump at the sudden action. He set Yeontan down and turned around to see Y/N already looking at him, “Y/N?”

“I missed you.” 

He smiled to himself and kissed the top of her head, “I missed you more.” 

“I have the rest of the night off.”

“You want to relax?” 

“Can we have a bath? We’ve been so busy and I just want to be in your arms.” 

He felt warmth spread through his body and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I’ll hold you.” 

Something within him changed and she felt his tight grip on her ass as he pushed her against the wall near the bathroom. He tasted the alcohol but he ignored it because all he saw was her, “T-Tae.” 

She gasped against his lips but hearing her say his name made his mind blinded with the need of her. His grip only tightened as he ground his hips against hers, “Y/N.”

“C-Can’t we go to the bedroom?” 

“No.” He muttered, lips moving down her neck with his teeth scraping over her collarbone, “I need you now.” 

He dragged her back to the couch with his hands already ripping off her clothes as he pushed her down into the cushions. The look in his eyes was something that she missed. It’s been a while since they had sex. It was due to their crazy work schedule but that all changes tonight, “I missed you.” 

He yanked off his shirt and smiled down at her, “Missed you more.” His hands traced every curve of her body, squeezing her thighs, and his rough fingers brushing over her nipples. He kissed down to her stomach and spread open her legs to get what he wanted. Her clit in his mouth, sucking on it like he was dying. The way he worked his tongue made sure she remembered what it was like to be with him. 

He stood up and cussed under his breath, “Let me get a condom.” 

“I-I’ll be here...” 

She watched him leave and she couldn’t help but laugh. She propped herself up on the couch with her on all fours waiting for him. When he entered back, he couldn’t help the smirk appearing. He slid the condom on and rubbed her back, “Good girl.” 

“Tae, I need you.” 

He didn’t bother with responding and pushed himself into her. He felt her pussy clenched around his cock and he couldn’t help but let out a groan, “I’m the only one that makes you feel like this.” 

“O-Only you.” 

“It’s always going to be me.” 

He let out another groan, sliding deeper into her. He missed this. Her in his arms and just loving each other. It was his fault but maybe the feelings will go away now that they're together. He looked down at her and seeing her whimper just made him feel his heart swell. He rubbed her hips gently as he continued to thrust into her. Her breath caught in her throat and a breathy gasp escaped. 

She spasmed around him and she felt her body shiver at the feeling. Taehyung put two fingers in her mouth and she would never deny him. He brought the fingers down to her clit, making her back arched. He felt himself release into the condom and he leaned down kissing her neck. They pressed their forehead together and he kissed her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you more. So much more, Y/N.” 

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“Taehyung, are you going to watch me film?” 

Taehyung smiled at her and nodded his head, “You watched me film for my music video. I need to do the same with you now.” 

Y/N smiled and nodded her head as she put her jacket on, “I’m excited. It’s one of the final scenes.” 

Taehyung put on his shoes and nodded his head, “Oh, what’s the scene?”

“Baek-hyeon and Aera kiss but they're not together yet. It’s just her realizing that she liked him.” 

“You're going to kiss Jaehyun today?” 

She turned towards him and nodded her head, “Yeah, it’s our first kissing scene and I’m hoping it’s a one-take.” 

Taehyung nodded his head and ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m hoping that too...”

She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head, “What was that?” 

“Nothing, just having a hard time putting my shoes on.” 

They got into his car and he couldn’t focus on anything she was talking about. He kept picturing her kissing Jaehyun. He knew it was for a show but seeing her kiss Jaehyun was different. She wanted Jaehyun on this project and he couldn’t let that go. She was so excited for him to be on this, how was going to focus?

“Tae, are you okay?”

He parked the car and turned towards her with a small smile, “I’m okay. Are you ready?”

“Always.” 

He sat in the background and he saw the chemistry that she had with Jaehyun. He felt his chest tighten when he saw Jaehyun pushing some hair back, touching her face gently. He watched Y/N wrap her arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss. The kiss was like their first kiss, shocking but passionate. He hated it. 

“CUT! ONE MORE TAKE!” 

This was going to kill him. He knows it. He leaned more into the chair and tried his best to ignore the kissing scene but he couldn’t help it. His eyes always moved up from his phone and watched Y/N kiss him. Over and over again. 

It's been a rule, if you date an actor or actress you have to be strong. Especially when you see them kissing another for their new drama. Why is it so hard to be strong?

Final Act [ Don’t Leave Me Please ] 

“Now my forever’s falling down’ - V, Sweet Night 

It was the early morning, the streets were still empty as the sun gently entered the buildings waking everyone up from their deep sleep. Y/N slowly opened her eyes when she heard a cabinet close from the bathroom. She let out a small groan and turned towards the clock on her nightstand, 07:35 am. She ran her hand through her messy hair as she let a deep sigh out. Today was supposed to be her day off, and so was Taehyung’s but it seems like things have changed.

She glanced at the door with a frown, the talk from last night was still clouding up her mind. There was something wrong but she can’t change anything if he doesn’t tell her anything. She quickly shook her head and picked up her phone to message Sejeong. 

How is he?

She looked up from the text and stared at the wall with a hard look. It was a simple question that had a complex answer. An answer that she doesn’t have, which made things harder. 

I don’t know...he hasn’t really talked to me since our conversation. 

Give him some time. 

 Taehyung stared at the mirror with a hard look. He didn’t get much sleep last night, who would? Seeing the person you love cry because of your own foolishness could keep anyone up. That’s what made things so hard, especially right now. He glanced down at the sink as he closed his eyes and the scene replayed right before him. 

Being center stage was normal for Taehyung. All eyes were on him as he expressed his feelings but this was different. The center stage that he became so familiar with was on fire and the only one that felt it was him. He stared at Y/N as she wiped tears away from her eyes, "Tae, why are you ignoring me?"

There was an answer but it couldn't leave his lips. He couldn't disappoint her....he couldn't see her eyes look at him with sadness or even pity. That would make him sick. All this was caused by his brain and nothing more.

He placed his hand on top of her knee and produced the best fake smile that he could muster, "I'm sorry love. I've been so tired."

Y/N glanced at his hand and then at his face, "Is that the truth?"

No..."Yes, let's go have dinner. I'm sorry I made you cry."

"Tae, just talk to me, please. I don't want to be left in the dark."

What kind of man am I? "You won't be in the dark."

I'll solve this for us, Y/N. Don't worry about my own foolishness. I'll become better for us.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when there was a knock at the door, “Baby, you’ve been in there for a long time...is everything okay?” 

His fingers gripped the countertop and let out a small cough, “I’m okay...I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

“I’ll start breakfast...” 

He listened to her footsteps until the silence was choking him. He roughly ran his fingers through his hair as he was frustrated with himself. A foolish man with a brain that tortures him and it was all his fault. Nothing more and nothing less. 

Taehyung has been like this for weeks now. Ever since the kiss, she knew something was really wrong. Not even his members could answer her and that’s what made everything so frustrating. No one knew what was wrong with him. 

She was home now, filming was over with and she thought things would change but nothing. Taehyung was still acting like she wasn’t there. The next month would be when she would go overseas for the next episodes and she wouldn't see him. She needed to settle this now before things got worse. 

Taehyung entered the kitchen and she sighed at his aura. She turned towards him with her arms crossed, “Tae, Jae invited us to his concert tonight. I was thinking-”

“I don’t want to go.”

Y/N frowned at this and shook her head at this, “Why? It would be a good date-”

“I just don’t want to go. You can have fun with Jaehyun.” 

She rolled her eyes and took her breakfast, “Fine.” 

He watched her leave the kitchen and he couldn’t help but feel like shit. He continued to make her upset but she was doing this for her. If he didn’t see Jaehyun then he wouldn’t feel the way he does. It would benefit the both of them but he couldn’t tell her this. He didn’t want to explain how he felt. It was hard for him to understand, he still didn’t understand how he felt or maybe he did but he didn’t want to voice it. He looked down at his food and felt sick to his stomach, he kept fucking up and he hated himself for that. 

She ate in the living room and ignored him sitting next to her. She was just focusing on her phone and she texted Sejeong again. He doesn’t want to go to the concert with me.

Y/N...have you ever considered that he could be jealous?

What? Why would he be jealous? 

Just think about it.

She glanced up from her phone and then at him, jealous? Why would Taehyung be jealous? 

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The concert was amazing, she was finally going to meet NCT and she was so excited to do so. She was upset that Taehyung wasn’t with her but she tried her best to ignore that. She walked towards backstage and waved her hand at Jaehyun with excitement. She gave him a friendly hug and patted his back, “You were amazing out there.” 

“Thanks, Y/N, it means a lot. Did Taehyung not come?”

She frowned and shook her head, “He didn’t want to come.” 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I thought this concert would bring you two together...not push you further apart.” 

“What do you mean?”  

Jaehyun let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “You don’t see it?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Y/N, Taehyung is jealous.”

She let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes, “He can’t be-”

“Why? Why can’t he feel jealous?” 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him, “He’s never jealous. I tried making him jealous before we started dating and he never showed me signs.”

“He probably was jealous and never showed you...I would be jealous if I saw my girlfriend kiss another guy in front of me.”

“But he knows this is my job.”

Jaehyun shook his head at this, “It doesn’t matter. You can’t stop the heart.” 

Y/N looked down at the ground and then back at Jaehyun with a guilty face, “Oh my god...I noticed that he was acting differently but I always assumed it was because of me...I thought it was because I was working so much.” 

“This is why you guys talk to each other. You can solve a lot of problems by talking.”

Y/N let out a frustrated groan and shook her head, “Shut up, I don’t need this right now. I’m going home to fix it.” 

“Tell him I said hi.”

She ignored him and made her way out of the arena. She didn’t even realize how fast she was walking until she bumped into someone. She looked up to say sorry but her eyes widened when she saw who it was, “Taehyung?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come with you. I was acting childish for not speaking up when something was wrong.”

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his waist, “No, I’m stupid because I noticed something was wrong but I didn’t do anything to fix it.” 

“No, I didn’t voice anything to you. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” 

She was about to disagree but Taehyung brought her into a kiss, a sweet quick kiss. He put their foreheads together and smiled, “I’ll tell you more when we get home but I just needed to kiss you.” 

“I liked it...Jaehyun told me you were jealous. Before we go, can you tell me.”

Taehyung sighed and glanced at the wall with a guilty look, “Yeah...I was jealous. I’ll tell you more at home.” 

She nodded her head and made their way to his car, hand in hand. For the first time, they didn’t care if they were seen. The car ride was quiet as he moved his way in and out of the busy streets. She sat down on their couch and she looked up at him with eyes that made him feel safe. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned back at her, “I talked to Yoongi...”

“Oh? When?”

“When you left...”

Taehyung sighed to himself as he sat back on his bed. He felt guilty but he couldn’t see Y/N cheer for Jaehyun. It was too much for him. He grabbed his phone and dialed the person that always helped him, “Hello?”

“Hyung, I need help.”

Yoongi sighed into his phone, “Is everything okay? Did you do something stupid again-”

“I’m jealous of Jaehyun.”

“Wait, you're jealous?” 

Taehyung sighed and laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling with a blank face, “I’m jealous of seeing him with Y/N. It’s so stupid because I know it’s her job and all this-”

“Tae, you can’t control how you feel. It happens.”

“I never feel like this. I shouldn’t be jealous, I have everything I could ever ask for.”

Yoongi sighed again and Taehyung could imagine him shaking his head, “It doesn’t matter what you have, sometimes you can’t help it. It’s okay to feel like that but you have to tell Y/N. I’m going to guess you didn’t tell her.”

Taehyung rubbed his forehead roughly, “No...I was hiding it from her.”

“How long?”

“Four months....”

“Dude, you're stupid. Go talk to her, now. Before I go down there and cut your hair.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head, “I can see Yoongi say that...Taehyung, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I felt like it was stupid. You were never jealous of what I do and I felt like if I was jealous...it would show you I’m not strong enough.”

Y/N stood up from the couch and stood in front of him. She pushed some hair back and shook her head, “You're strong to me. It makes you stronger when you talk about your feelings.” 

“I know that now...It was because you wanted Jaehyun on this project. You were so excited to be in this series that it made me feel...it made me feel jealous that you wanted him. I thought it was because you had feelings for him or something. It’s stupid.”

“Stop saying that, it’s not stupid. It’s how you feel. I wanted Jaehyun because he wanted me to help him with his acting. I also saw how well he acted in his tape and it would be stupid of me to deny him. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” 

“I just wanted to show you that I’m supportive.”

“I already knew that, Tae.”

She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. He smiled at her and leaned his forehead against hers, “I asked for the next couple of months off so I could go with you to film.”

“Really!?”

He nodded his head and kissed the tip of her nose, “I’ll show you how I’m the supportive boyfriend. Even if I’m jealous sometimes...”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “My little jelly bean.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed some hair back, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I would never leave you...ever.”

Epilogue 

“I need you like a heart needs a beat” - One Republic

Y/N put her earring in when the dressing room door opened. She turned around and smiled, “You look great.”

Taehyung fixed his tie and smirked at her. He slowly walked up to her and one finger trailed from her cleavage to her chin, “I could say the same.”

She was wearing a black sequin dress that showed off her curves perfectly. Taehyung always went weak when she had bright red lipstick, it made him want to eat her out right there. Y/N pulled his tie to give him a quick kiss, “Are you going to be jealous tonight? You're going to see me kiss Jaehyun on the big screen.”

“Keep teasing me like that and I’ll make the press write an interesting story.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Why is Y/N limping?”

She felt her face get hot and she smacked his chest, “You're so annoying.” 

“But I’m yours.”

She let out a small laugh and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, “You're all mine. Forever.” As she said this, her ring shined under the dim dressing room light. The press was going to have a field day with that but they didn’t care. This was their universe and we were just living in it. 

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PAST IS PAST (part II) — /S.Reid/ & /R. Chase/

SUMMARY: when your ex, Robert Chase, and House's team, is brought in to consult on a case, old feelings start to surface. Caught between Chase's flirting and Reid's quiet affection, you find yourself caught between a love triangle, and a choice that you have to make.

spencer x psych!bau!reader x chase ⸝⸝ fluff & slight angst ⸝⸝ co-workers to lovers

WARNINGS: reader has attachment and commitment issues! wow!!, house being sassy as always (i cant tell if i made him too sassy), past!ppth!reader x chase, present!psych!bau!reader x spencer. Wow house prefers reid!!! And yay!!! reader finally toughens up and finally chooses!

WC: 1.4k+

Chase stood near the board, his arms were crossed and his posture's relaxed. His presence pulled at something deep inside your chest.

On the opposite side of the room was Spencer, who was flipping through the autopsy report like it didn't burn to watch your past, Chase, linger so close to you now.

"Alright." You clasped your hands together as you stood up, "We need to connect these symptoms to something, there might be an environmental trigger to this so I'll go to Garcia and speak to her about pulling relevant data—"

"I can help." Chase offers, stepping away from the evidence board to go to you.

"I'll help her." Spencer cut in, too fast, and maybe too sharp. His voice snapped across the room.

Chase blinked in surprise, as House tilted his head "Oh, good. A territorial standoff." Foreman just clicked his tongue at House's remark.

"House, shut up." Foreman cut in, clearly tired from House's antics but he knew him. He wouldn't stop even after being told so, so he just gave up immediately.

"I-I mean she's asking for support from Garcia, it's only logical if I help her since I am her co-worker after all." Spencer said.

Chase just raised his hands in surrender, "Alright then, also for your information, I wasn't trying to step on toes."

"More like he steps on hearts." House said, which earns him a glare from Chase.

"House," Cameron warned. "Can you not?"

"I can always not, I just choose not to." House's gaze then flicked on you.

You sigh as you stood abruptly, "I'll work with Garcia, Spencer, I'll catch up with you later." It took a few seconds for Spencer to look at you (finally) and replying with an 'Okay' before he walks out.

Chase steps forward, his arms crossed and standing next to you. "So.. You and Reid?"

You chuckled as you grabbed all necessary files. "He's a colleague."

"You know that's not what I meant." Chase then looks at you, the others were just minding their own business but House stares at the two of you with interest. Knowing you probably won't have privacy with this man around, you accept your fate of him potentially using this as blackmail.

"Right." Your breath hitched.

"Listen, I'm not trying to undo anything." He added, he tried to explain but nothing came out of his mouth.

"Chase." you said quietly. "You did enough already." You turn your back against him and walk out of the briefing room to talk to Garcia.

Chase looked like he wanted to say more, but House butts in before he could. "You know, Chase, I always pegged you as smarter than this."

"What?" Chase turned to him.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm not judging. I’m just saying…" House’s voice dropped an octave, "sometimes people don’t realize how badly they needed something until someone else starts taking care of it better." He shrugged.

Chase raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No," House clicks his tongue before he continues "what I'm saying is that you didn't tell her to stay after she told you she was going to the FBI, nor did you contact her after that. That's an ass move by the way. Way to go Aussie."

"She was chasing her dreams?" Chase responded defensively.

"She was willing to find a solution to still have you." House rolled his eyes. "But oh well, past is past isn't it?"

After your online adventuring with Penelope, trying to figure out ways to find anyone who has had a science background you sat yourself at your desk at the bullpen. Without knowing Penelope was following you.

Penelope grabbed the nearest chair and sat next to you, you look at Penelope with confusion as she says, "You're doing it again."

You blinked at her, confusion still in your eyes, "Doing what?"

"Thinking so hard to the point you're practically giving yourself a stroke, maybe over two men."

you huffed a soft laugh, as you shifted yourself in a comfortable position in your chair. "I'm fine, Pen."

"No, you're not." She leans forward to you. "You're stuck between what was and what could be. And darling, I love you, which is why I cannot standby and watch you self-destruct!" she whispered loudly to you, her hands found its way to yours, holding your hands tightly.

You opened your mouth to protest before Penelope's hand let go of your hand and held it in front of your mouth. "I know what your deal is, hell it's so obvious! Chase is history. He's good, warm and has familiar history. And you?" She gives you a small smile before continuing, "Babe, I know you, you've never been one to choose safe."

You exhale softly, her words sinking deep into you as you listened. "And Spencer? He looks at you like he's reading a mystery that he doesn't want to finish, He waits for you. He always has."

"So, you think I should choose Spencer..?" Your eyes then landed on your cup of coffee before your eyes landed back to Penelope to speak. "I think I already knew who to pick. I just didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially Chase." She squeezes your hand before she opens her mouth to speak again.

"Loving someone isn't hurting someone. But not loving the right one back? That hurts everyone babe."

You look at Spencer at the kitchenette, who was preparing his coffee, Garcia gave you the 'Do it' and a thumbs up signal before you sighed and made your way to Spencer.

"Hey." You said, Spencer looked behind him, noticing you, before grabbing his cup of coffee. "I talked to Garcia."

"Any suspects yet?" He looks at you as he took a sio of his coffee.

"Uhm, not yet, but... That's not why I'm here." You pursed your lips before continuing, "Look, I'm sorry. About me and Chase. I'm sorry for not telling you."

"I didn't realize how much I was holding on to what Chase and I used to be. I told myself I could choose between you and him. But that's not fair. To you. I knew that, but.." you paused, he looks at you with a hint of hope in his eyes. "I was afraid of letting go. But now.."

"I realized that I should let go of what I used to have. And I don't wanna keep hesitating." you whispered as you continued, "Chase reminded me of who I was. But you.. You remind me of who I want to be.. I don't feel lost when I'm around you."

Spencer didn't say anything right away, he put his mug on the counter before speaking, "I've been falling, or I've fallen in love with you for a while now." He purses his lips before setting his hands in his pockets.

You smiled at Spencer, your voice thick with emotion "Took you long enough to say it."

"Why're you smiling at me like that?" He asks as your hand landed on his cheek.

"Nothing." You chuckle before he smiled back at you. You then decide to go back to your desk to tell Penelope everything.

Later, after an endless day filled stress, you lingered by the window in the briefing room, admiring the view of the city lights. Behind you, was House who leaned against the wall, with the support of his cane too, with a small satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

"Well," he drawled, "that's one less emotionally repressed genius wasting potential, you're welcome."

You looked at him with your eyebrow raised, "You had nothing to do with this." you chuckled as you joked around with him.

"Actually I inspired clarity with my fantastic insights. You're welcome again." He then gestured to the door. "Now, go. Your boy genius is probably somewhere trying to calculate the square root of his BPM" He says before he limps his way out with his cane. You roll your eyes as you head out, closing the door behind you and making your way to Spencer.

"Let's go, I'm tired." You sigh, before continuing, "You mind if I crash in your place for tonight? I don't feel like driving too far." You ask as you dig out your car keys from your pocket.

Spencer looks at you like he's never been in love before, before he agrees with a nod and he puts his hand on your shoulder.

Chase just looks at the two of you with a smile, with House beside him. "So, Aussie, what will you do now? Will you become a brooding mysterious man?" He looks at Chase.

Chase just rolls his eyes as he dug his hands inside his pockets, "Whatever, just as long she's happy, I'm alright. I'll move on eventually." House hummed at him before they walk out of the bullpen, to wait and take the elevator.

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there he was, locked up again for nearly bashing in one of the other players' heads. strapped to the restrained bed with a muzzle over his mouth and his gaze downcast.

ryusei was used to this. every time he'd go overboard, ego would lock him up and leave him to reflect on his actions, only when the situation was serious would you be called in to speak with him as everyone knew he'd only listen to you, his girlfriend of course.

" let me out you four eyed freak!" his eyes widened when he saw you, " damn it."

his eyes were glued to you, scanning up and down your appearance and body. it's not that he was checking you out, per se, but it's more that he was just admiring you.

" he finally sent you... goddamn idiot.." he grumbled, tugging at the restraints keeping him tied down.

" yeah... and u-um you're locked up again." you said quietly with a bit of disappointment in your voice.. since you and him had talk about you keep coming here to blue lock just calm him down, your surprise that he hasn't been eliminated yet.

ryusei eyes lowered when he saw the disappointment in your voice, knowing he'd disappointed you once again.

" not exactly my fault.. some guy just got on my nerves.." he mumbled, tugging a little harder against the restraints, only to be met with the leather digging into his skin.

" stop, you're only hurting yourself." you said grabbing the leather, pulling it back slightly so it won't dig into his skin as you took off the muzzle of his face slowly.

he stopped trying to fight against the leather straps, keeping his eyes on you. his breath hitched when your hand grabbed the leather, gently tugging it back.

" you're such a sap.." he mumbled, trying to seem annoyed though it was obviously not convincing,

" can you undo these damn straps?"

" eh.? why should i.?" you furrowed your eyebrow. ryuesi narrowed his eyes, silently observing you before letting out a huff. his eyes softened the moment he saw your eyebrows furrowed to match your expression, knowing you were trying to be serious.

" because i'm getting tired of being locked up in this damn room.. i need to get out."

" no, you don't need to calm down, that's what you need to do." you tried to reassure him.

ryusei's eyes widened as you told him to just " calm down". "this damn girl doesn't get it." he mumbled under his breath.

" I. Am. Calm, can't you tell?! i am literally tied down to this goddamn bed! i'm the calmest i could be!"

" stop yelling at me... i'm just trying to help you.!" you reply back, not trying to let your emotions get the best of you. he instantly quiet down, lowering his voice almost ashamed to yell at you.

“ ..sorry..” he apologized quietly, " it's just... you wouldn't understand.. how i'm feeling, that's all."

“…”

he glanced at you, not liking the fact that you had gone quiet.

" hey.." ryuesi began, his eyes glued to you,

" say something. you're too quiet you damn sap.."

“ don’t call me that…”

" why not? it's true isn't it? you're the sappiest of saps.."

" shut up.. you know i don't like it.. when you call me that." you mumbled.

" i know, that's why it's fun." he was purposely aggravating you now. a grin slowly formed on his lips as he saw the expression on your face.

" i know, that's why it's fun." he was purposely aggravating you now. a grin slowly formed on his lips as he saw the expression on your face.

" gosh you're such a dick..." you spat at him getting feed up of me at this point you should've took that damn muzzle off from him...

" and you're too sensitive, that's why i call you a sap.." he smirked at your response, his eyes filled with a bit of mischief.

" shut up.!"

you snapped at him for the first time in

your relationship, tears flowing up and your eyes and now he's just noticing it

ryuesis eyes widened once you had snapped at him. it was the first time you had done so, and it clearly caught him off-guard. his smirk faded, now replaced with a slightly dumbfounded look.

" did you just.." he mumbled, trying to find the right words to say,

" snap at me?" you stayed quiet looking away from his hard gaze. ryuesi tugged at the leather straps once again, the smirk under the muzzle that was once on his lips was still present.

" aww is my pretty girlfriend gonna cry...? such a crybaby..." but you just ignored him, tired of his talking for today a small huff left his lips as he watched you ignore him.

" come on, don't ignore me.." ryusei attempted to reach out and grab you, but the restraints held him back.

" i'm leaving ryusei... i'll be back tomorrow when you are calmer." you said quietly, holding back your tears, about to walk away since he just pisssed you off. the moment you announced you were going to leave, his eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat.

" where the hell are you going?" he questioned, his voice raised slightly.

" no, no, no, you weren't about to walk out of here. you are not leaving."

" hey-!" he reached out, trying to stop you, but the damn restraints were keeping him from leaving.

" you ain't just gonna up and leave. you get your ass back over here." you ignored him and started to walk away from him.

" i ain't done speaking with you!" ryuesi kept yanking on the restraints, his eyes pinned on your form as you continued to walk out of the room.

" don't you dare walk out that damn door!" he desperately pulled against the straps again, trying to no avail.

" damn it! let me go!" ryuesi's heart was beating like crazy as you continued to walk away from him. he couldn't just let you leave, no.. he refused to allow you to go.

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the next day, ryusei woke up with a scowl on his face. he had spent that entire night tossing and turning, thinking about you and how you stormed out on him. it was almost hard to sleep.

he let out a small huff before getting off the bed, his body sore after being tied down in a single position. it was all quiet until a soft knock on the door. he paused and he instantly recognized that knock. it wasn't a knock from ego or the other blue lock staff it was your knock.

" ..come in.." he called out, his morning voice raspy.

" ryu...?" you said quietly saying his nickname as you walked in through the slowly.

" ..you're back.." he mumbled quietly as you walked in, his eyes fixed on you. he looked in your direction the moment you entered the room, his heart doing a small flip.

you looked away in embarrassment but nodded as you walked closer towards him.

ryusei stayed still as you walked closer to him, his heart beating faster. it wasn't until you finally stood in front of him did he realize how much he had missed you. he took his time looking you up and down, admiring how you looked, even if you did avoid making eye contact with him.

" ego said i could let you go now." you said quietly finally making eye contact with him. his heart skipped a beat when you finally looked up at him, the familiar gorgeous eyes finally meeting his.

ryuesi's eyes took an extra second to scan over your hair and skin, almost forgetting how damn beautiful you were. you could never fail to catch his attention, especially because you were all damn natural.

" about damn time.." he grumbled under his breath, clearing his voice as if he wasn't just admiring you.

you bent down your skirt slightly lifted up as you started to undo the leather belts at his hands you moved onto his feet and his knees.

" careful down there.." he mumbled, eyeing your skirt. his eyes naturally drifted downwards to your skirt lifting up as you bent down, revealing more of your skin. ryusei couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath as he caught a glimpse of more of fat ass basically pouring out of your skirt.

" hmm..?" you said quietly as you continued to undo the leather belts making your skirt go up even more revealing your black lace panties. his eyes widened when your skirt went up, revealing those damn black lace panties underneath.

" hey... stop for a sec.." he muttered quietly. ryusei could feel a stirring down below when he caught a glimpse of those, causing his breath to hitch softly.

"why.?" you asked confused, you looked up at him from down below still bending down.

" just stop untying the straps. come up here a second first.." ryusei's gaze was fixed on you as you looked at him from below, your face nearly too close to his lap for his comfort.

" d-don't you want me to let you go ego said i free you now.?" you mumbled slightly confused as if he wasn't just going crazy to get let our yesterday.

" i’ll think about getting freed later." he gave you a quick answer before his eyes flicked down to your position.

" come here already." he repeated, beckoning you to get up and sit on his lap with a jerk of his head.

" what's wrong you okay ryu.?" you ask sitting on his lap where he asked your to now knowing you just sat right on exactly on his dick... fuck how did you not know.?

" o-oh.. damn." he breathed, his heart beating faster than before.

" w-what's wrong.?" you asked innocently, getting even more concerned as you heard him groan.

" n-nothing.. it's just-" he paused for a moment, trying to think of how he could explain the current situation. he could feel himself hardening in his pants, which was becoming very obvious, especially since you sat directly on top of that.

ryusei's eyes were still wide and his cheeks were flushed. his breathing was slightly labored while his heart was beating quickly and loudly in his chest. he silently looked down at you, noticing how your face was expressing concern and confusion. his mind went blank for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say, the feeling of you sitting directly on his lap was not helping.

then you slowly but surely realize you sat right on his hard large bulge hidden well. was it really hidden now if it was that big..? you gasp quietly as you felt him poke your panties under your skirt.

a small shiver went through ryusei when he heard you gasp. the friction of you sitting on his lap and the feeling of his hard length against you sent a shiver through him.

" you... fuck ma. feel that..?" he breathed, his voice slightly raspy. you nodded slowly, biting your lip getting soaked from just being on top of him. he felt the movement of you nodding on his lap, and it took all his willpower to not let out an embarrassingly loud groan. he was trying to not act on the strong urge to do something to you right here right now.

“ ..... move a bit.. for me pretty girl..” he muttered, wanting to see if you would listen to him and follow his request.

" I-like.... um grind.?" you mumbled shyly.

" yes.. yes, just like that." he let out a labored breath. he swallowed back a groan at your mumbled question. he couldn't help but nod to confirm your words. you stayed quiet and still for a while before moving my hips slowly feeling the fiction of your wet panties and his hard bulge under his jeans.

a shaky breath escaped from between his lips the moment you started to move your hips over his lap, and he let out a low hiss.

" just like that.." he mumbled, his eyes closing for a moment while his hands reached out to hold your hips he snuck his hand under your skirt slapping your ass hard making you let out a lil squeal from the stinging pain. you gasped from the hard slap on the ass that was gonna leave a handprint on your cheek. you started to go even more feeling him grow harder underneath you.

head was swimming as you started to go more, the feeling of you rubbing against his crotch making him feel more and more overwhelmed, the sounds of his breathing growing more labored.

" faster." he groaned, gripping your hips tighter leaving fingerprints bruised.

" s-shit..." you whimper as you feel panties becoming even more soaked as you grind faster as he told you to do like a good girl...

" jesus.." his eyes widened when he heard that whimper and he let out a shaky breath. he could feel from your movements that your panties were starting to soak through, and he desperately bit his lip to keep himself from moaning, slapping your ass again making you let out another one of these cute squeals.

" f-fuck.." he breathed, shifting a bit under you,

" don't stop ma..."

your movements became faster as your panties leaking cause of how soaked you were onto his jeans he had feeling his large bulge his zipper hitting your clit making you let out a mewl your hips suddenly jerk up.

ryusei’s eyes closed and he let out a groan, rubbing your ass after the hard spanks. feeling his large fan hands go back on your hips tightly guiding you.

" you're.." a shaky breath, " you're so fucking wet." he managed to mutter, feeling the dampness of your panties against his jeans.

" i-i'm sorry...!" you whimper embarrassed as you also felt yourself leaking onto his jeans his zipper hitting your clit repeatedly thoses cute moans coming out of your mouth ... fuck your whimper it's so innocent and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

" don't.. don't apologize.. ma." ryusei mumbled, his eyes half open while looking at you.

he could feel how wet you were, and the sound of you whimpering in his lap didn't help either. he was trying his best to not just pounce on you right now..

" r-ryu..." you mumbled my eyes fluttering close. you could feel it... you suddenly felt close to your limit.

ryusei's grip on his shirt grew tighter, his breathing becoming more and more labored, and his heart beating even faster than he thought it was going to burst.

" f-fuck.. ma." he groaned, trying his best to speak clearly. " you're close.. i can feel it."

you just nodded eagerly moving your hips faster clench around, nothing whimpered as you felt him pulse in his own pants. he clenched his jaw, trying not to let out any loud sounds while you continued to move your hips.

his eyes closed as he felt himself start to throb and twitch even more in his pants, the feeling of your body grinding and clenching on him driving him insane. ryusei was starting to lose it.

" i-i'm cumming daddy.!" you moaned out loud as your orgasm hit me like a truck, your now ruined panties leaking your fluids onto his jeans even more.

the sound of your moans coupled with the feeling of your fluids on his jeans sent him over the edge. ryusei bit his lip hard to keep himself from letting out a loud moan.

" f-fuckk.." he breathed, his grip on his shirt tightening even more. " you're going to kill me at this rate.. ma." he let out a breathless chuckle.

" did you cum to...?" you mumbled out of breath you couldn't even think or tell with your brain all fuzzy like this.

" did you cum to...?" you mumbled out of breath you couldn't even think or tell with your brain all fuzzy like this.

" n-not yet." he muttered, breathing a bit heavy. he slowly let go of his shirt and looked up at you, panting softly.

" you came hard huh.?" he asked quietly as he looked into your eyes, the sight of your flushed face, breathless state, and messed up hair only adding fuel to the fire.

" y-yes..." you mumbled, still sensitive, feeling a bit guilty that you didn't make him cum. he nodded silently, his eyes still fixed on you while his breathing started to slowly return to normal.

" good.." he mumbled, his hands slowly reaching up to your face and cupping your cheeks in his palms. " that means you felt good.."

ryusei could tell you were gonna say something but before you could ryusei smirk widened when he leaned in and kissed you, his hands still holding your face in place. he wasn't holding back on this kiss, making sure to fully taste you and hear the moans that left your lips.

he held you against him as he kissed you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, wanting to dominate you in every way possible. you whimpered as you felt the warmness of his long tongue enter your mouth parting your lips.

his tongue slowly and greedily explored your mouth, tasting every corner and crevice he could reach. he continued to hold your face in place as he kissed you deeper, his own small groans mixed with your whimpers.

he felt heat rising from within him more and more the longer you and him continued to make out, the feeling of you in his lap driving him insane.

" r-ryu.. mngh." you mumbled into the filthy and sloppiest kiss you ever had.

he paused for a moment to break the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you and him. his breathing was heavy and his eyes widened with an almost feral gaze as he looked at you.

" that's enough." he muttered, his hands moving from your face down to your waist. ryusei then gripped your waist, shifted, and flipped the both of you around so that you were pinned under him, him being in between your legs now.

" wanna ride your face... please.?" you panted out after all that time making out you could finally take a deep breath. hee could see how winded you were after the kiss, and he chuckled silently at your words, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt.

" oh, i'm gonna do alot more than that, but." he looked at you with a smirk, " first thing is first." ryusei slowly pulled your shirt up, revealing your stomach and your bra until he had completely taken it off and tossed it onto the floor.

you bit your lip as he had taken your shirt off leaving you bare the coldness of the room revealing your nipple piercing making them harden from the coldness of the room.

if you don't like the piereing then just ignore it

ryusei's eyes widened as he stared down at your bare chest, slowly tracing his eyes over your skin and taking in every detail of your body.

" im not gonna hold back.." he muttered, his eyes roaming over your skin but his fuchsia color eyes stare at your piercing as his hands still hold his shirt. " i just want you to know that."

he started to lick and kiss your neck, slowly sucking onto your skin to leave marks behind. bis hands started to roam your body as he continued to leave marks on your neck.

" you look so damn sexy like this sexy mama.." he muttered between kisses, his hands moving up to your chest.

" n-nghh." you moaned, your eyes rolling back continuously to let moans out as he sucked on your pretty little neck leaving dark red swollen hickeys in which they started to turn a dark purple the more he sucked on your neck.

" you don't know how hard it was to hold back all this time." he muttered, licking the mark he just left. ryuesi's hands started to slowly move up and down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipple piercing as he left marks on your neck.

" you sound so goddamn sweet when you moan like that as well.." he breathed, his mouth moving down to your collarbone.

" wanna do the 69 position..." you whimper out wanting to try a new position. ryusei stopped for moment to look up at you, the words going through his head for a moment. his classic smirk appeared on his face as he spoke, his hands still caressing your chest.

" you want that right now?" he asked, the look in his eyes practically burning you alive.

" yes..." you but your lip nodding eagerly.

" okay." he muttered, his hands moving to your sides. he leaned in to kiss your neck one more time, then shifted up to your ear and whispered to you.

" sit up for a moment and turn around for me, baby.." you felt yourself shivering once he whispered in your ear but you obeyed him anyway.

" good girl." he mumbled as you started to sit up. once you turned around, he quickly shifted you around, holding your hips while positioning himself in front of you.

" you ready?" he asked from behind, his hands still on your hips.

" y-yes ryu." you mewl out quietly you felt your panties getting even more ruined. he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, feeling how wet you were as you knelt in front of him.

" you're already so wet for me, and i've barely even begun." he muttered, his hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. ryuesi slowly slid your skirt off of you, letting them fall to the ground and getting a clear view of your ruined, soaked panties.

" you're already so wet for me, and i've barely even begun." he muttered, his hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. ryuesi slowly slid your skirt off of you, letting them fall to the ground and getting a clear view of your ruined, soaked panties.

he almost groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, seeing how wet you were and how much pre-cum was leaking through his boxers and his jeans was driving him insane.

" you have no idea what you do to me.." he muttered, his hands holding your hips and pulling you backwards towards him.

" hurry.." you mumbled wiggling your ass in his face as you started to unbutton his jeans feeling his precum oozing out of his dark rosy tip.

a sigh escaped his lips as he felt you wiggling your ass against him, his hands holding your hips to keep you still so he could unbutton his jeans.

" you're getting impatient." he managed to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, " and here i was just enjoying the view." you let out a quiet huffed seeing the precum stain his boxers making you bite your lip it looked so delicious..

" you're not the only one enjoying the view.." he responded back, his hands resting on your lower back as he watched you examine his stained boxers. he wasn't just saying that to tease you, the sight of you with your bare ass in front of him was driving him crazy.

you ignored him your small hands slid under his boxers slowly pulling out his large aching his thick girth you could barely wrap your small warm hands around it his tip was more of dark rosy pink color oozing precum.

" mm..." you mumbled in a trace squeezing the tip which made him hiss as more precum oozed out.

" so..?" you reply back licking your lips wiggling your ass in his face more for some more attention.

" so i just think it's funny how the look in your eyes changed so quick when you saw it.." he chuckled, watching you lick your lips and feel you wiggling your ass impatiently.

" you want something, don't you?" he questioned, his voice low and sultry.

" well isn't that why we're in this position.." you huffed, getting impatient of him teasing you as you talked about the 69 position.

" well, it's why you're in that position.." he corrected, his hands holding your sides to keep you in place.

" but i'm pretty sure you want something..."

" specific.." his hands gently squeezed your sides.

" please ryu.?" you begged finally giving in squeezing his tip again in my hand looking back at him. he couldn't hold back for any longer at that as a soft low moan left his lip. feeling you squeeze his tip made him lose what was left of his self-control.

" say it for me, mama." his hands started to roam down your sides, caressing your skin. " you know what to say."

" want your tongue..." you whimper.ryusei smirked as he heard your impatient whimper, his tongue tracing his lip as he looked at you.

" that's what i was hoping to hear." he mumbled, pulling you back towards him, " let's go ahead and get started then." he smiled as he saw your reaction, his hands slowly moving to your hips and positioning you right against his mouth.

" now just relax.." he muttered, his hands holding you still as he leaned in. you arch your back slowly hovered over his face as you lowered yourself onto lips feeling his lips against your panties folds making you let out a guttural moan.

" you make the prettiest sounds." he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear over the sound of your moans.

he started to slowly kiss and lick through your panties, the taste of you already starting to make his tongue dance. he wanted to tease you, but he was hungry enough for a taste to start eating you out already without any more waiting.

" f-fuck more daddy..." you moaned as you lower your head down to his tip to pleasure him to since it was the whole point of this position. he groaned as he felt you moving down, his eyes widening at your actions.

" don't worry.. you'll get plenty.." he muttered, letting his tongue run over the front of your panties one last time making you shiver.

"let's get these off you, baby.." he took a hold of your ruined panties and started to slide them off of your legs, tossing them onto the floor and finally getting the clear view of your folds he had been wanting too.

" m-mm more daddyy." you mumbled as your kitten licked his now red angry mushroom tip licking off bitter but yet sweet precum.

" damnit, you just know what to call me to drive me wild.." he, feeling you sucking on his tip and tasting all of the precum that was dripping from it.

" keep using that pretty little tongue of yours like that and i might not be able to keep my cool." since you were a virgin you didn't know how to suck so you kept on licking his length hoping it would pleasure him. he chuckled as he felt you continuing to lick his length, your innocence being almost too adorable.

" use that tongue of yours to explore." he muttered, a hand taking a hold of your hair to hold you gently in place. " try using your lips to suck my tip a bit."

" okay daddy..." you mumbled quietly licking your lips tasting his salty precum. you decided to give it a go and suck him but your teeth scraped on his skin too much teeth.. yikes and not enough spit as you heard him hiss in pain. he flinched slightly as he felt your teeth on his sensitive skin, the pain making him wince a bit.

" not so much teeth baby.." he breathed out, looking at you through squinted eyes as he tried to push through the pain.

" use more of your tongue and relax your jaw." you just nodded slowly as you choked on his length making more spit on his length.

" there you go." be muttered, slowly getting used to the feeling of your tongue and lips on him.

" that's a lot better." he let out a low groan, a hand still holding your hair to keep you in place.

" keep this up for me and you'll get a reward for that good behavior." you started to gag more as it became more sloppier with every second more spit just like he wanted. he could feel you start to gag a bit which made him smile slightly.

" you good down there, baby.?" he asked, his eyes looking at you from his position.

you couldn't even replied due to all of in your mouth tears swelling up in the brim of your eyes you curled your toes since your heard it somewhere on the internet that it helps with your gag reflex... but fuck that was just a lie.

" you're starting to cry a little." he murmured, noticing the tears in the corner of your eyes as you moved your body.

" you're doing a good job.. just keep going a little longer, okay?" he said, his hand gently caressing through your hair and holding on to it.

" you've still got that reward to earn, after all.."

you started to hum while you accidentally use your teeth again but immediately covers it by stroking him since he was too big for you... to put it all in your mouth. he let out another small wince as he felt your teeth on his skin yet again, the pain making him grip your hair more.

" careful with the teeth.." he muttered, slowly starting to lose patience from your attempts to get him off.

" you're going too slow." he almost growled, " i want you to try and take more of it into."

" i’m sorry daddy.." it's muffled due to him in your mouth as you started to go faster making you gag even more tears falling down on my cheek. you were still in 69 positions and you weren't getting any attention even with your soaked panties in his face.

so unfair…

" you're supposed to be making me feel good, baby."

" and instead you've got tears running down your face and i'm just sitting here watching you struggle." his tone slowly became a bit more stern.

" you're not listening to my instructions either. i told you not to use your teeth, didn't i?" you started to cry more trying your best to improve his stern tone making you slightly scared of your salty tears falling down onto his thigh as you sucked harder humming trying to make him feel good.. but you couldn't lie the degrading was slightly arousing you..

" you're supposed to listen to me when i give you an order, aren't you?" he questioned.

" why can't you seem to listen to me and do one damn thing right?" his one got even more authoritative, almost harsh.

" you think this is fun for me? sitting here and watching you cry and struggle?"

you couldn't help but cry furthermore the gagging and the tears combine together still bent over his body while he was under you in the 69 at this point you could kiss your panties goodbye they're ruined and you still weren't getting any attention from him even though your folds that your drenched soaked panties had molded into were right in his face.

" your face is a mess right now." he muttered, the tears streaming down your face and feeling your moans making his leg shake.

" you look pathetic like this." his hand tugged on your hair a bit, grabbing ahold of it pushing you down fully to his pelvis.

" you're not doing a very good job."

you felt him gripping your hair pushing you down your nose touching his pelvis as you scratch his thighs choking on his large length.

" you're trying too hard mama .. calm down and just try to relax your throat a bit. you look like you might pass out like this if you keep doing that..."

" let me help you baby.." he said, his tone still authoritative but a bit softer than before. with his hand still holding your hair, he moved to start guiding your movements.

" it'll feel better if you let me take the lead.."

" there you go." he mumbled, his tone almost encouraging as he started to use your mouth to get himself off.

" you just needed a little help, didn't you.?" he could feel the bulge in throat making him let out a quiet groan.

" i bet that's starting to get little..uncomfortable?" he asked, his tone still holding its dominant energy but with a small hint of genuine concern.

" you don't have to do this if you’re feeling.?” he asked, his tone still holding its dominant energy but with a small hint of genuine concern.

" you don't have to do this if you're feeling uncomfortable or don't like it."

" but you still want to do this, don't you?" he said, watching your body. " f-fuck, 'm cumming!" he snarls, his hips stuttering erratically as he empties himself into your waiting mouth. ropes after roped of hot, thick seed floods your throat, painting the back of your throat with his essence. immediately the steamy saltiness.

" you wouldn't act up and be disobedient like that unless you wanted to be disciplined, right?" you couldn't help yourself but moan from his words your soaked panties in his face now you're so so very wet it was literally dripping down your thighs now.

" looks like you might've enjoyed that a little too much.." he could feel how soaked you were and see your glistening thighs, his own body starting to overheat from the sight of you.

" and it doesn't look like you learned your lesson yet either."

" please..." you mumbled quietly... shit your voice was gone.? you lifted your head up from his tip letting it go with a pop sucking off the left over cum. he could hear the desperate tone to your voice, feeling himself shiver from the loss of contact with your mouth.

" please what?" he asked, waiting for you to speak up. " what are you begging for, baby.?"

" t-to touch me..." you whispered the rasp of your voice fucking sucking his large length. belet out a shaky exhale, feeling his patience slowly start to wear thin as you spoke.

" you want me to touch you, huh?" he asked.

" are you asking nicely..? are you trying to earn the privilege?"

" please ryu...?" a smirk appeared on his face, hearing you pleading like that.

" keep asking nicely like that and i might give you a little.." he muttered, his hand still holding your hair gently. " you're being a good girl, after all."

" you want me to start licking your pussy now, baby?" you whimper nodding slowly his freakish long pink tongue slowly traced your inner thigh.

" i think i can give you a reward for being such a good girl." he said, taking his time to speak to drive you insane.

" come closer, mama..." you started to lower your ass down towards his face just above his lips as you felt his hot breath making you clench around nothing, making you whine.

" much better..." he mumbled, his hands gripping your hips to hold you still.

" i should probably clean up this little mess you've made.."

" good girl." he moved in, finally feeling his tongue finally make contact with your skin, feeling the wetness on his tongue from the juices that had been leaking from you.

" you taste amazing, mamas."

" n-nnghh more..." you whine as you started to grind on his face you just couldn't help myself he kept teasing you all my drenched panties finally touching his warm lips.

" i guess i should let you have what you've been waiting for now.." he said, holding your hips as he spoke. he couldn't resist your desperate tone, not wanting to deny you for much longer.

" it's about damn time i gave my good girl her reward, huh?"

" y-yes... more.. please daddy..." you begged running your fingers through his blonde hair with pink tips trying to push his face into cunt even more.

" greedy little thing.." he mumbled, letting his tongue run over your dripping folds through the soaked fabric of your soaked panties. he then started to press his tongue on your slit. the heat and taste of you finally on his tongue was nearly overwhelming.

" you taste so good, mamas..." he breathed, pressing his tongue in deeper. he couldn't resist you any longer, starting to lap his tongue over your skin, feeling how desperate you were.

" you really just want more and more, don't you?" he said, between his movements his tongue fully flat against your clit on your panties.

" you're already so wet... and i've barely touched you yet.." he lies he could feel your excitement already leaking through the fabric of your panties he let out a small laugh as he continued to lick and tease you through your soaked panties.

" i know you're already so close, aren't you?" he mumbled, starting to suck gently on your skin.

" you must be desperate after i left you waiting for so long.."

" take them off..." you mumbled talking about your panties, they're already ruined so who cares..? and plus you need more not just some fiction.

“ oh?” he said, noticing he didn't have as much of a dominant edge to him as he reached up to start pulling your soaked panties down.

" you really don't care about getting them all messy, huh? so impatient." he couldn't help but smirk a bit, seeing the mess of your desperate body.

" you're such a mess.. and it's all just for me, isn't it?" he said, pulling the last of the fabric down your legs.

" let me help make you feel better, baby.." his tongue pressed against your skin again, this time pressing straight against your sensitive folds. ryusei plunges two of his fingers, middle and ring, into your cunt while simultaneously forcing a little mewl out of you.

" mmm so tight for mama..." he hums, sliding his fingers out and holding them up-separating them so you can see that they're visibly sticky. you whimper as he pulled at his fingers not feeling full anymore.

" shh mama.. i got you still." he coos popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. fuck... how hot was that.?

you started to feel yourself get more aroused your hips suddenly jerk up once you felt his freakish long pink tongue circle your clit knowing it was a sensitive spot..

" s-shit ryu... slow n-nnghh down.." you whine ryusei is so messy, giving each area of your cunt a multiple of sloppy kisses. bubbles of saliva trickle past the corners of his lips. he started to drag his tongue upwards towards your asshole, his long tongue circling it.

" daddy... w-what are you doing.?" you whimper as you looked over your shoulder making you arch your back while he was underneath me it had me panicking slightly since you never done anal.. well duh you were a virgin.

" calm down, baby.." he spoke in a reassuring tone, noticing your slight panic he ran his hand in gentle circles on your back, trying to relax you.

" i know you're not used to this.. i just want you to relax and let me take care of you, okay.?"

" o-okay..." you mumbled before letting out a large gasp feeling his long tongue enter your ass hole fuck.. you could really feel how long his tongue is. ryusei started slow, trying to let you get used to the new feeling before he sped things up.

ryusei started to speed up, trying to get you used to the stimulation before he pulled away for a moment.

" how does that feel?" he asked,

" m-more..." you let out a whimper as you felt his tongue disappear making you even wanting more.

" oh?.. is that a little 'please' i hear.?" he asked when you started to whimper

" are you finally using your manners?"

" p-please daddy..?" you let out a soft whine looking back at him as your ass was in front of his while he was under you.

" that's more like it." he mumbled, his tone still teasing.

" no, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

he moved closer to your body again, his tongue circling around your entrance again before sticking his tongue in your ass as he started to tongue fuck your asshole.

you whimper grabbing his hair from behind and underneath you feeling him starting to tongue fuck my asshole even faster.

you couldn't even hear him your own moans filling up the room bouncing off and on the walls him tongue fuckin you more as your tight hole started to squelch moist noises. ryusei pulled his tongue out with a pop of your wetness running his chin and the sides of his mouth.

ryusei reattached him onto your dripping cunt slurping up anything left me before spitting on your cunt lapping everything up, his large hands gripping your thighs for dear life since you like to keep on squirming, leaving them bruised. by now he face deep down until your pussy you couldn't help but moan.

you let out a gasps feeling him out his thumb in your ass making you feel full once again but your pussy was empty.

" s-shit... d-daddy n-nngh-.. gonna cum...!" you mewl out feeling sensitive as he sucked on your clit making your hips jerk against his face. liquid gushed out of you, spurting everywhere, on the bed sheets, spattering on ryusei face, your body trembling as you tried to process everything. you fucking came and squirted at the same time.

" fuck ma did you just- his own smirk cutting him off.

" let's go another around mama.?" his hoarse voice exclaimed as he bit his lips ryusei grin growing suddenly gripped your branded ass that's filled with his handprints that made your skin red.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

A Different Kind of Client – Gary Johnson

Gary's POV

I sat in the booth, eyeing the crowd while waiting for my new client. I looked up when someone walked into the diner. She looked around and tightened her cardigan around herself. It was then that I saw the bruises she was trying to hide with her cardigan.

We made eye contact and I could tell she wasn't sure if I was who she was supposed to meet. I smiled and sent her a soft nod. She physically let out a sigh of relief as she walked over. But not before checking the door for someone.

"I'm Y/N. Are you. . . I don't even know how to end that question," she laughed awkwardly.

"I am," I answered her unasked question. "Have a seat."

She checked over her shoulder again before sitting down. She put her hands in her lap and avoided my eyesight. I instantly recognized the signs and knew exactly what she was going to ask.

"How long have you been married?" I asked. Her head snapped up to me, her eyes showing shock. I chuckled as I added, "I've been doing this awhile. I recognize a battered wife."

"I'm not. . ." She stuttered.

"Better question," I said when she didn't continue, "how long has he been hurting you?"

"We weren't always like this," she whispered. "We've been married for six years. The first two years of our marriage were great. But then. . . Things changed. He started getting more demanding, every little thing made him angry, and he was drinking a lot more. . . I swear I didn't do anything to cause this."

"It wasn't your fault," I said.

"How do you know that?" She asked, her voice slightly breaking. I could see in her eyes how much she needed to hear that it wasn't her fault.

"It's never the battered wife's fault," I told her. "You're the victim. Remember that."

"Thanks," she said softly with a small smile on her face.

"So, tell me about him," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. For clients like Y/N, it was easier for them to act like they were just talking to their friends about the target. Y/N, however, looked at me strangely.

"Well," she started by clearing her throat, "his name is Joey. He works in finance."

I couldn't help but laugh. I cleared my throat and looked up at her. Relief filled me when I saw her small smile. "I know," she sighed. "It's stereotypical."

"When you'd meet?" I asked. As I listened to her talk about her garbage husband, I watched as she started to relax.

"We met back in college," Y/N said with a small sigh. "We were in the same lab group. Joey could not figure out his elements so he asked me for some extra help. Long story short, we dated, fell in love, got married."

Y/N's voice trailed off as she got stuck in her memory. I clenched my hands into fists as I forced myself to get rid of the weird feeling in my gut.

"Did something change with his work?" I asked, to get the feeling to go away.

"He doesn't really talk about work," she shrugged. "Whenever I ask him about his day, he snaps and tells me his work doesn't concern me."

I nodded as I sat forward and leaned my elbows on the table. "So, I have to ask this, why come to me and not a divorce lawyer?"

She looked back down at her hands, going back to avoiding eye contact.

"Getting a divorce is expensive," she whispered. She gasped as she looked up at me. "Not that this isn't expensive too, but if he ever found out I was trying to get a divorce, he'd. . . If he finds out about this and you. . ."

"I won't let anything happen to you," I said a little too quickly. I cleared my throat and went back into my tough guy persona. "My job is to make sure he doesn't hurt you anymore. He won't find out about this."

"I'm not usually the kind of person who chooses this as my first option," she began to quickly stutter. "But I couldn't think of anything else to do to get away from him."

"Don't worry," I nodded. "I'll get you away from him."

"So," she elongated, "you agree to do this?"

"Of course," I shrugged. "All I need from you is your husband's schedule."

Y/N searched through her bag for her phone. I watched as she unlocked it and pulled something up. I held back my laugh as she handed me her phone.

"That's his entire schedule," she explained. "He makes me have it on my phone so I can keep track of it for him."

"Damn," I scoffed as I looked through his schedule. "Are you his wife or his secretary?"

My heart sank when I looked up at her and saw the look on her face. "I'm gonna get you away from him, Y/N. I promise."

* * * * *

It's been a week since I met with Y/N about getting rid of her husband. After meeting her, I couldn't get her out of my head. I later stalked her on social media while telling myself it was for the case.

Y/N and her husband seemed happy. At least in the pictures she posted. I noticed that she hadn't posted anything in almost a year, mostly likely because he made her stop.

I was in the middle of diving into Joey and Y/N's financials when my phone started ringing.

"Yeah?" I answered, my focus on a picture of Y/N at her birthday a few years ago. Her husband was in the background of the picture, clearly flirting with the female bartender as his wife took pictures with her friends.

"What case are you working on?" My handler snapped at me.

"The client reached out to me," I sighed. "Her husband is an abusive piece of. . ."

"Are you kidding me?" He cut me off. "Johnson, you're supposed to be tracking down that group of college guys attacking women."

"I am," I shrugged. "The woman reached out to me and she needs. . ."

"Come on!" He yelled.

I got distracted from my boss tearing me a new one as I remembered how Y/N anxiously bounced her knee at our table. I can still see the fear in her eyes every time she looked over her shoulder at the door. Even from across the room, I could tell she didn't feel safe anymore.

Whoever this son of a bitch was, she was terrified of him. And I was the only one who could get him away from her.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Of course," I stuttered.

"Whatever," he scoffed. "Just drop the case."

I sighed as I slowly hung up the phone. I looked up at the picture of Y/N from a few years ago. She looked so happy. Until he changed.  My eyes scanned the page and I came across a picture of Y/N on her wedding day, her and her husband cutting the cake. She had the biggest smile on her face.

The thought of putting that smile back on her face made me turn my work phone off.

Part 2

[iloveelvisss]

"Oh, don't stop on our account."

Prompt writing!! I found a prompt list on Pinterest, and I wanted to try one of them. Lmk if you like it and want more prompts, oh and give me prompts if you want!! Xoxo, your author <3

Arguing. That's what you and Elvis were doing, and the best part? You had both forgotten that you had company, and said company just so happened to be the author doing a book on your marriage.

"I oughtta wring yer neck, woman! Stop accusin' me of shit that ain't true! It ain't an affair if ya knew the whole time!"

"Oh?! Is that right?! Ya think that I was just happy as can be that my husband was fuckin' his backup singer?! I only knew 'cause she thought I wanted to leave ya!" You were far beyond shouting, so it was more properly full on fighting— not just arguing.

The author looked back and forth between the couple in front of her, eagerly listening to everything that spouted from your mouths. The King and his sweet lil' Queen weren't as perfect as the press made it seem.

All she had asked was what your thoughts were on all the traveling Elvis had to do for his career, and she unknowingly sparked a dorment flame within you. Memories of the phone call that you accidentally answered that day— Kathy Westmoreland's innocent voice telling you thank you for letting her experience Elvis' love too. Poor woman had no clue you were in the dark— she was in the dark too. And when you confronted the man himself, he said he forgot to mention he was seeing someone like every other time.

"Baby, I didn't plan on keepin' it from ya like that! And it ain't my fault she made her own assumptions! I never told her we weren't happy, she just thought we weren't!" Elvis tries, and fails, to grab your flailing hand. You yank it away and smack his hand away from you.

You run your hand through your hair, messing it up. "The fact that ya let her assume that is just as bad! I would've let ya pursue her if ya had just asked! I would've happily told her how I felt if ya had just let me know ya had another gal! I ain't one to judge ya for yer adventures, Elvis, ya know that! But being lied to hurt me!"

"And I said I was sorry, Satnin! That should be the end of it!"

Your eyes snap up to his immediately, the anger absolutely radiating off of you in waves that could rival the ocean. "End of it, huh?! I couldn't'a said it better! I'll serve ya the papers as soon as I can!"

You turn and get three steps to the arched threshold of the living room before you're yanked back. Your face flies into his chest before he grabs it and holds you steady.

"Now you listen here, woman, and listen good. I. Am. Sorry. But, so help me, if ya ever threaten me like that again, ya won't walk for weeks. I'll tan yer hide somethin' nasty, y'hear?" He lowers his head so that he's eye level with you, and his voice evens out to an almost scary calm.

And then it seems to hit both of you, your heads slowly turning to the one-woman audience. The look on her face makes you think all she needs is a coke and a popcorn, and she'd be all set.

You go to apologize or say literally anything to save you and your husband from the hole you've so obviously dug for yourselves, but she raises a hand and stops you. Her response shocks you, "Oh, please, don't stop on my account."

And the smirk that accompanies her statement is simultaneously friendly and wicked.

You can't help but feel as though the book that is due to come out in a year will have a chapter documenting this... interesting insight into the lives of the world's power couple. It makes you wince in premeditated embarrassment. And yet Elvis just laughs— a hearty laugh, and it only enables you, and soon all three of you are giggling like children.

I know it’s super short, sorry! But I liked it, and wanted to get it out before I started hating it. Please either comment or leave requests in my inbox if you want!! I’d like to do more prompts or even just requests for regular fics. Love all of you, my lovies!!

[matthewswifeee]

Snowstorm

In which you and Matt are waiting at the airport all day long in order to make it homme before Christmas. . . .

"Tell me what you want to eat and I will go get it (Y/n)" Matt says after asking me countless times what I wanted for breakfast as we're waiting for our flight. "I don't know" I say snapping at him and turning a few heads around us. "Don't start with the attitude" he says quietly but stern. "I don't have an attitude" I say turning away from him in my chair. "Baby" Matt says trying to turn my attention back toward him, but I just ignore his efforts.

"Flight 543B to Boston Massachusetts scheduled for 5:30am will be experiencing a delay until 9:00am" We hear them announce earning a groan from both Matt and I.

Matt and I are flying back home to Boston two days before Christmas, which means it won't be easy with all of this snow. Sure we anticipated this but it still was annoying. "I should've just cancelled my stupid meeting and we'd already be home" I say irritated at the fact that this was all my fault. We were supposed to fly back home a week ago, but I had last minute meeting to wrap up before I could go and Matt decided to stay with me instead of flying back when Nick and Chris did so that I wouldn't be alone.

"It's ok we'll get there" Matt says wrapping his arm around my waist. Matt texted his family as I did the same to let them know about our delay. "Do you want me to go get you something" Matt asks and I shake my head. We've been at the airport since 3am and I am beyond tired.

"Flight 543B to Boston Massachusetts scheduled for 9:00am will be experiencing another delay until 11:40am" They announce again that our flight is be delayed. "Fuck" I say furious as I roll my eyes and put my head in my lap.

I hear Matt's phone ringing and then immediately hear Chris on the other side. "We got delayed again" Matt tells his brother. "Till what time" Chris asks. "Almost noon" Matt says rubbing his eyes, tired. "Well the snow isn't supposed to let up until sometime tomorrow morning so you'll probably be waiting awhile" Chris informs us making me lose it. Tears start streaming down my face like someone opened the flood gates and I just can't stop.

"Chris I'll call you back" Matt says before hanging up the phone and turning his attention toward me. "Baby it's ok" Matt says rubbing my back. "No it's not... we're literally never going to make it home in time and it's all my fault" I say sobbing. "Look at me" he says tilting my chin up to look him in the eyes "It's not your fault, you can't control the weather... we'll make it home before Christmas" he says pulling me into a hug and I just cry.

"Attention, all flights scheduled for departure to the state of New York, the state of New Hampshire, the state of Maine, the state of Connecticut, the state of Vermont, and the state of Massachusetts are all canceled due to weather" the women announces over the speaker making me want to just completely break down.

"You're fucking kidding" I say loudly, we're now stuck in Washington unless we can find a flight home in the next three day. "We can go check right now to see if they have anything for the next available flights" Matt says putting his backpack on and standing. We make our way to service desk and they tell us that there is no availability until tomorrow night at 11pm. We buy the tickets and then go find another seat in the airport. "We need somewhere to sleep because we cant stay here" Matt says looking exhausted, so I pull out my phone and look for somewhere for us to sleep tonight.

We ended up ubering to a nearby hotel finally finding a little relief from this crazy day. "This has been the worst fucking day ever" I say laying next to Matt in the bed. "I know baby I know... hopefully everything will work out tomorrow" Matt says pulling me close to him.

The next morning we wake up and I see a text from Nick saying that the snow has finally stopped, thank god. We are both laying in bed when I get a notification from Delta airline, I press on it praying that it wasn't going to say that our flight was delayed or cancelled once again. "We gotta go now" I say jumping out of bed. "What" Matt says obviously confused being that we don't have to be at the airport until 9pm. "They have two spots on the next flight our, we have to be at the airport in 40 minutes" I say frantically making Matt jump up as we rush ourselves back to the airport.

"Now boarding flight 234A to Boston Massachusetts" the lady announces putting a smile on both mine and Matt's faces. "We're gonna make it" I say sitting in the airplane seat next to Matt with a smile. "I told you" he says.

We get off the plane and Matt's mom picks us up from the airport. "Hey kids" she excitedly says hugging us both. "So glad you two finally made it" she says hugging Matt again before we get into the car. "Nothing like Christmas back home" Matt says smiling as he looks out the window at all the snow.

[jelzorz]

185.

It's not as difficult a decision as it sounds. Katolis is burning, and there are people dying, and if something isn't done, no one's going to make it out of the castle alive. Soren's seen enough, heard enough, and he'd gone to his father in spite of everything demanding he help, but the decision is this:

His life, or everyone else's. His heart, or the people of Katolis.

It's not a decision at all, really, and Soren had known from the beginning what being a Crownguard meant. How could he live with himself if he let others die in his place when his entire purpose is to protect others?

No. Not a difficult decision in the least, and he shoves the Staff of Ziard into his father's hands and looks him dead in the eye as he says it: "Take my heart."

Viren hesitates. Soren wants to punch him for it: people dead and dying, the castle crumbling around them, and here he is, a willing volunteer for the atrocity of a spell he needs to cast, and Viren is hesitating still.

"No," Viren says at last. "No. I won't do it."

Soren wants to scream at him. "What the hell do you mean—"

"I won't use yours."

Soren snarls at him, all but shoving him to the ground with the staff in his fury. "There's no time to find anyone else's. Use mine! I don't care! I'm giving it freely!"

Viren shakes his head. "I won't hurt you," he says quietly. "Not again. Never again. I'll use my own."

"You'll—what?"

"You have to go now," Viren tells him, his fingers closing around the staff. "You're still needed out there. You need to protect them and get them out."

Something clenches in Soren's chest. Not his heart, surely, not after everything that's happened, not after all the things his father did to him in the first place. "You need to cast the spell," he snaps. "It can't be you."

"Yes, it can," says Viren, and in spite of everything, he smiles, sadly, proudly, lovingly for the first time in what Soren is certain has been years. "It must be me," he says. "It can't be you. You have to go."

"But—"

Viren shakes his head. "I was never a good father to you, Soren," he says. "You deserved better from me, and my deepest regret is that I was too selfish to try. I'm trying now. For what little it's worth, I am sorry. It wasn't your fault. You did nothing to deserve such behaviour from me. Let me do this for you now. You have to go."

The thing in Soren's chest clenches again, blocking his throat and his lungs in a way that he can't understand. He swallows painfully, his eyes watering, hands closing into fists in the material of his father's filthy smock. "This is stupid!" he snarls. "You've never had a problem using me before. Just do it! Take my heart and get it over with! Why are you hesitating now?"

"Because I love you," says Viren simply, easing Soren's fingers out of the smock with the gentleness he should have shown years and years ago. "I have ways loved you, however poorly I showed it. It wasn't your fault. None of it was, and you are a better man today than I have ever been in my life. Go now. I'll keep you safe."

"I—" Soren chokes. "I can't just—"

"You can," says Viren softly. "Leave me your knife and go. You have others to save. Go. Don't look back."

So Soren does. He releases his father's smock and goes, his heart aching with every step for reasons he doesn't really understand. He's half way down the hall when Viren calls out to him, one final time.

"I'm proud of you, Soren."

Soren does what he's told and doesn't look back.

[doorlesscub00]

His Awakening

Part 2 to The Last Goodbye

Maybe happy ending. Obsessive Spencer?? Mention of pregnancy. Mention of forcing proximity? Spencer off his rocker?? uhh- let me know if I forgot anything-

Reader is born a female with reproductive part. NOT PROOFREAD!!

(Spencers POV)

The case was long and daunting, and all he wished for was to go home and sleep. He swears if he gets home and gets bombarded with questions he'll flip. All he wants is to relax. He felt as if he hasn't been able to for months.

So he drives the familiar street and pulls into the drive, unnoticed your missing car was. Walking up the stairs he had an odd feeling. One he did not like, unlocked and opened the door to step inside. Cold and lonely of despair. That was the only way to describe how it felt. He called for you, frantically searching the house. Gone.. you was gone.

At first he was angry. Throwing anything he could get his hands on, yelling, screaming in futile rage. Then something happened. A snap. His eyes were no longer covered in cotton. He could see, but he wish he didn't, for what he saw pang him with sorrow.

His fault. This was all his fault. He was so enraged about being falsely sent to prison that he took his anger on you. His whole world had left him without a goodbye... he couldn't blame you though. But! Oh but!! He could find you!! Yes, find you and show you that he is the man you know, bring you back and live happily together!! But what if you wouldn't want to come back... hmmm... no. you won't have a choice. You'll return to him, you are his just as much as he is yours. And he'll make sure to put everything back in order.

So the plan was set. He would call Garcia in the morning, tell her that you lost your phone and desperately need it back. That's how he'll find you. Once he does, he'll never let you go. Not again. Never again. Maybe a few babies will make you see that.

He shutters at the thought. You, his perfect little angel, pregnant with his kids. Oh, you'll be a wonderful mother. But for now, he must lay his head on the cold pillow in this damper room and rest, awaiting until he can claim what is rightfully his.

-----------------------------Next Morning---------------------------------

He waked up bright and early, man on a mission, to reclaim the one he loves, the one he desires. Making sure he had more than plenty of time to spare, he headed to a grocery store along his usual route to pick up some cookies and blueberry croissants. Bribes... He plans on giving them to Penelope, saying some random excuse. He walk into Garcia’s cave all chipper, saying he’s throwing a surprise party for you and he needed her help so you wouldn’t find out. Of course Penelope was more than happy to help!! She didn't ask many questions, oblivious to the darkness that lay just behind his eyes when the hotel address appeared on the screen. The day at the office was a rather quiet one, no case to he held, just to his luck, and he managed to clock out in record time, rushing to the hotel. The hotel.. The one you decided to run to. The one which kept his love under lock and key.. The one he'll save you from. His perfect little angel.. Just you wait. Your night and shining armor will save you soon. You will lay next to him tonight, he'll make sure of that.

A/N: Okay so I know that I started this like two months ago, but I swear I didn't mean to neglect my baby!! Guys I am so sorry for the wait! And I was thinking about making this into a fluffy series, and then I started writing and idk what I'm doing anymore!! but I am writing part three and I am so proud of this!! Let me know what you're thoughts are, and thank you for reading my silly little Spencer obsessed fics :)

[furiousgoldfish]

I have this reoccurring problem where I feel like I've found a friend in someone, and then some time later, this person does something to hurt me, and rather than apologizing, they snap at me, act like I'm awful and a nuisance to them, and generally get very angry with me. First it makes me feel guilty, and I go over everything I did to see how I deserved this, but then I realize I didn't do anything, they just hurt me and snapped at me, made me feel like it's my fault. And then I get scared that this person could do that, because I can't even imagine doing that to anyone, it's so deeply unethical and shitty, but people do it like it's their second nature. Once I realize that this person scares me, I know I have to get distance and move away from the friendship if I don't want to live a very anxious and triggering life, so I do that. And thus I have no friends anymore.

Now for me, this occurred easily over 30 or 40 times with different people, to the point where I've started to wonder if I maybe draw this behaviour out of them. Because I will usually pick people who I believe would never do that, who seem to be kind, understanding, gentle, funny, easy going, I go for that almost every time, and still they snap at me. I'm wondering if it's because everyone in their mind thinks there's one person somewhere they're allowed to snap at, and since I'm very mild tempered, easy going and understanding, it feels to them like snapping at me couldn’t possibly have any consequences?  Again, I don't understand this, I would rather never snap at any person in my life.

My problem is that sometimes, I end up very bonded to these people, and I start building hope that maybe I could be normal, have friends, function in society, just because it feels for a bit like I'm accepted, I'm allowed to socialize and chat and joke around and tell things to someone, and this means the world to me. I've lived in an environment where I was not allowed any of that. So when these specific people snap at me, my hopes crumble to the ground, and I'm back into the place where I don't feel like I'm a person anymore. Even worse, I get triggered back into my childhood, where my parents screamed at me telling me how disgusting I am, how nobody will ever want anything to do with me, and how I'm the worst thing to ever exist on the planet. That's how I end up feeling when anyone turns against me, or abandons me. I keep it to myself, because I don't want the triggers affecting the friendship. But they affect me deeply.

That feeling of someone I care about finding me disgusting and awful and poisonous gives me so much pain I want to curl up and disappear. I want to not exist anymore. I would rather be alone forever than experience more of that. And that's exactly what I do; I curl up in my own little corner and don't socialize out of terror that more of this will happen, because it does happen so often and I still never see it coming.

I know on some deeply logical level, that people are snapping at me because it's easier for them to do that than to face that they've done something wrong, that they've hurt our friendships and acted badly towards me; they need it to be my fault so they'd feel better about themselves. Taking it out on me is just an easy route because I have zero vindication in me and probably won't ever snap back or get angry in return; I'll just withdraw. I'm always too worried I've genuinely done something wrong when it happens, I'll apologize a thousand times, I'll spend a while trying to figure out what's the truth, and then before I even think about getting angry, I'll be swallowed by pain and sorrow that this happened to me again.

Has anyone found any ways to have people not snap at you when they hurt you? What kind of change in attitude would achieve this? Do I just have bad friend-picking skills? Is this just a normal part of life that other people can handle because being snapped on doesn't make them suicidal? Is it considered normal that your friend will sometimes snap at you when they hurt you? Is it not a glaring red flag? In some cases people will not only snap but also gaslight me about what happened, and I know gaslighting is way over the line. Has this been happening to others? Please give me any opinions or experiences of this, especially if you found a way to deal with it.

[technically-a-kiwi]

A trip to guilt town (Cosmic AU)

You wake up with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. This nightmare was awful, just like the one before that,

he was here, watching you, mocking you as you struggled your way out of his grasp.

This…being… will never leave you alone unless you find a way. You leave your bed and get dressed, all the while making sure your radio and TV are still shut down and covered by drapes.

As you prepare to leave your house, a knock on the door startles you. You can see his trick from miles away, you know what’s gonna happen if you open that door.

"LEAVE ME ALONE" you scream in hopes that the being spares you at least this time

you hear a door knock again

"T-Theodor ? It’s me, Peddito ! We haven’t seen each other for weeks now, did… did I do something wrong ? Please tell me what’s wrong !"

This was the familiar voice of your ex-coworker, Peddito. You haven’t seen him since you left the show…

But… This could also be one of his tricks, you decide to barely look for a second through the door lock.

You saw a jacket with a pink appliqué square, no doubt, this is Peddito’s jacket.

To make sure this is not a trick, you barely open the door, and in a deep breath and immense stress, you take a quick look outside, and proceed to immediately shut the door

" Huh… Theodor ?"

Okay no more doubt, this is Peddito, or so you hope

You take a deep breath, and slowly open the door

"… Peddito ?" you say timidly

" Hey amico ." Peddito says calmly all the while smiling " Why didn’t you reach out to me ? You wouldn’t answer my calls or mails, I started thinking something happened to you " he continues, with a worried expression

You stay silent

" When you told me you found a brand new idea for a show and left the studio, I thought it was because of me… Was… was it because of me ?"

You stutter … " I… no Peddito, it’s not your fault…"

"Then why did you leave ? What happened ? And why did you keep yourself locked up and isolated ? "

You look away " It’s… it’s very complicated Peddito… I… you wouldn’t understand… the show it…"

The words can’t escape your mouth, you’re afraid he’s watching…

" I just want to forget ! Please !" You say holding your hands on your head

"Hey it’s okay !" he says putting his hand on your shoulder " If your not okay to talk about it yet, that’s okay. I just don’t want to let you stay alone any longer"

you try to calm down… and relax a little

" How about we go get some pizza, on me of course!"

you smile " Yes ! I would love to !"

...

...

...no...

He’s here

his sinister giggle alerts you

as you look at the barely visible eye over your friends shoulder, a cold and grim sensation goes up your spine

" So… this is your Peddito friend hum ? Quite a different guy when he’s not driven by the desire to snap your neck hehehe"

The purple flames engulfes the area, as in a claustrophobic way

" And to think that if it wasn’t for me, you’re dear friend would be 6 feet under by now "

You're afraid, shacking, eyes teary and wide opened, you want to run... But you can't, your body won't allow you

" Oh quit looking at me like that, you think I didn’t see this side of you ? Before you nonchalantly stole my show, your plan was far different remember ?"

You shake your head "no... No..no no no"

" Yes yes yes ! You wanted your original show for yourself, this greed for adoration, for popularity, it drove you to the conclusion that the best way to get all of the fame was to get rid of him, Ha ! So much for a friend am I right ?

You start crying " no, NO ! THIS IS WRONG ! "

He takes a menacingly, bright and humongous form, and envelopes you into his flame like cape

"Oh really now ? So you're saying I'm lying? "

He holds Peddito, who is completely in trans,

"Then how do you explain THIS ?"

He scoffs, pointing out a huge bruise on Peddito's upper head

You fall down to your knees "I NEVER MURDERED ANYONE, I SWEAR !!!"

He lets out a loud, wicked laugh

" PffHAHAHAHAHA, YEAH ! You never DID alright ! But you were on your way boy !"

He blows Peddito in a breeze, sending him away

"Ah, such a nice man, who's actually worried about his friends and try to reach out when they won't do it themselves, and YOU wanted to kill him just for a show nobody would remember in ten years Pffff"

"By the way, did it hurt back when you threw the rock ?"

You snap

" NO ! NO ! I NEVER MURDERED ANYONE! I’M INNOCENT ! INNOCENT!!!"

" LEAVE ME ALONE ! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

You slam the door, rush in your bedroom, hide under you blanket and cry...

"I never... I never murdered someone... Murder...is wrong... murder is wrong"

"it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong" you repeat that sentence over and over and over again, like a mad man

You just stand there, miserably hiding under a blanket, like a kid would hides under a blanket to protect themselves from some kind of imaginary monster

You want to get out,

But you can't, you won't allow yourself to take a peek out of your bed, you're far to afraid he's here

You just stand there... Back to square one... Again...

TO BE CONTINUED ====>

[callme-naomi]

I Am Not the Love You Knew Before

something featuring our favorite pink haired MC! MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MANGA AND ANIME

Yuji loves being appreciated. He didn't realize this at first, but when he heard you compliment the little things he did, "you're so sweet for saving that cat" or "thanks for helping me yuji, you're a good person" he'd feel a warm fuzzy feeling in his heart.

He wasn't hungry for compliments. It's just...somehow, when you said it, it felt nice. It made him feel like he really was a good person. Even when he houses the greatest curse of all time, you still told him he was a good person.

So when Shibuya fell under Sukuna's wrath, and you realized what had happened, you knew Yuji was anything but fine after that. And he insisted he was fine, running around Tokyo trying to evade death and killing curses that were now his mess to clean up.

You tried to get him to talk, but he'd brush it away with a smile, or with "sorry y/n, but I gotta go right now"

It was the 3rd of November, when Choso came to you, asking if you could talk to Yuji.

"I've been trying," you exasperatedly tell the older brother, "but he's always so busy."

"I'll try to get him to stay here, and then you talk to him. He won't tell me either what's going on in his head."

The next day, you were relieved to see Yuji still fast asleep as Choso set off alone to tackle the dangers of the day. You brought him a tray of breakfast and gently shook him awake.

Rubbing his eyes, his face split into a wide grin when he saw you standing there. "Oh, hey y/n! thanks for the breakfast!"

Smiling at him, you set it down and listen to him tell you about his busy days and the assorts of curses he has had to deal with recently. When his tray was empty, you put it aside with a serious expression.

"Yuji."

"And I tried to tell Choso-"

"Yuji."

That snapped him out and gave you his full attention.

"I need to talk to you."

He didn't respond, as if knowing what's coming next.

"What's in your head?"

"Are you asking this biologically or chemically?"

"You know what I mean." you leaned in. "Something's bothering you. Ever since Halloween. Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing, Y/N, it really isn't." He smiled, but you could see the traces of effort he put in it.

"Yuji, I need you to trust me. Like I trust you." You put a hand on his, hoping he doesn't pull back, and you're relieved when he doesn't.

"You do?"

"Absolutely."

"But I'm not even a good person anymore." He looked into your eyes. "Y/N, am I still a good person?"

"Of course you are, Yuji. You always will be. Why'd you think that?"

Pain laced his tone. "I incinerated Shibuya. That town's destroyed because I couldn't keep Sukuna in. I couldn't save Nanamin, or Kugisaki, or Gojo sensei. We all would have died if it hadn't been for Yuki."

His voice began shaking as he lowered his gaze to his hands. "I wanted to lead people to an honorable death, not give it to them. Inumaki-senpai saved me, but he lost his arm because of me. And I don't even know what happened to Fushiguro."

His fist clenched. "I'm not a good person anymore, Y/N."

"Yuji, you are. Listen to me. You couldn't control Sukuna. A thing he did is not your fault. Gojo knew this, and so did Nanami. They both could have executed you, but they didn't. You know why?"

He shook his head, hanging onto every word you said like a lifeline.

"That's because they both saw you for who you are. A nice, good boy. Someone who's pure at heart and wants to save others."

You gently took his hand. "Let me tell you why you're still a good person. You have every reason to be a villain right now. You lost your best friends, you lost your mentors, and you're now sentenced for something you weren't responsible for. Yet you didn't become one.

"You lost everything there. You could've called it quits, and we would've protected you. But you didn't. You stayed and fought for someone who wants you dead, or who doesn't know you exist.

"You're still searching for your friends. You're doing everything you can for them. You could've given up and let Sukuna take over completely. Or you could have killed everyone."

You slowly tilt his head so he's looking into your eyes. "And that's what makes you a good person. That when given the choice, you chose what's right instead of what's easy."

And as he gratefully hugged you, your heart ached for this boy who was forced to admit he's not as good as he thought he might be. But in your eyes, he'll always be the nicest person you ever knew.