#And I can't stress enough how much I love this! sorry for all the caps lol

[wysteriaisapenguin]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

MY HEART FOR THESE TWO AND THEIR DOOMED ROMANCE!!! HOW DID YOU MAKE BOTH OF THEM SO BEAUTIFUL!!! I WONDER HOW THEIR WALTZ WOULD GO

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM ABOUT THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! 🩷🩵

A waltz

*cutely drops this then fades into the void*

(Literally went straight to sketching after reading the posts)

Redemption AU and Voices designs (Smitten and Cold) by @wysteriaisapenguin

[revelisms]

At it again with these two being insufferable, ridiculous, and giving me more Thoughts than I know what to do with.

It's been a long time since I've written anything in this vein, and I'm a little 🫣 but. Giving it a shot. Gah. *runs away*

More Terzo x Sibling of Sin goofiness ahead. This is not explicit, but quite spicy. Please mind the CWs 🌶️🖤

WC: 1.5k | Suggestive content, language, established relationship, bantering | CW: Casual discussion of kink, collaring kink, leather kink, light D/s undertones (AKA: the switch energy has been brought to the function), negotiation, verbal consent, UST through the roof

It had started innocently enough. 

He had never been shy about his collections, even from well before his Cardinal days—and Ale was nothing if not curious. 

Sometimes, though, their snooping got the best of them: like how they'd found his stacks upon stacks of poetry books (Digging through my brooding antics now, are you?), or the shoeboxes of bottle caps he'd hoarded since he was a child (Bought enough Chinottos to fill a museum, darling)—or, now, this.

Angelica, pink-cheeked from hiking across the grounds, had dropped off a new shipment from one of his tailors, and Ale (per usual, when left with his ever-piling to-do list) was just trying to get ahead of the mess—which, apparently, meant finding wherever he stashed his damned storage boxes for his gloves.

It wasn't their fault he had a set of cuffs hanging on the door. 

Or a bundle of treated hemp by his sweaters. 

Or a shelf chock-full of lingerie.

They'd felt like a bull in a glass museum. So many beautiful, delicate, delicious things, that he had often mentioned with as much flippancy as he droned through his touring schedules.

These were just par for the course. Nothing out of the ordinary, for him.

But for them—doe-eyed in front of so much artistry, cotton-mouthed in fascination, sorely sheltered in their past years from any explorations of the sort—it's an apple-bitten Eden.

They don't hear the door to his suite swing open and closed, punctuated by a husky sigh. Don't hear the heel-toed sidling of his boots across the carpets, silk rustling at his steps. And when he finds them—vestments slung over one arm, fingers already at his collar, clearly ready to strip to his skin and shower off the stress of yet another day of their clergy yapping up his ass—they all but plow him over.

He jolts on his heels like a spooked cat. "What in the Hell—"

"Sorry," Ale blunders, jerking to their feet, "sorry, I was just—"

"Satan, you scared the shit out of me—"

"Sorry!"

Terzo pinches his fingers into the skull-paint over his eyes. Huffs a dry laugh. "My love," he grumbles, soft with exasperation, "why do you have the lights off? Fuck's sake. Those archives have done a number on you." He flicks on the switch, squinting quickly. "What are you..." And then he sees the cuffs in their hands. "Oh."

The downpour of apologies is halted before it can even spill: nothing more than a slow-bloomed smile and a shrewd stare. He always has an uncanny way of weeding out their shame by the root—and he does it here, again.

"I see," he murls, playfully scolding, and leans his hip against the doorframe. "So you have gone snooping again, eh? Must I lock every drawer in sight, to keep you out?"

Ale burns red as a beet. "I—"

"Shh—shh. I tease." He smirks, a dimpled shadow through his paints. Wanders closer. "You are intrigued, no? I suppose I have, ah...talked about these things, but not shown. Here..."

Simple questions turn to equally simple offerings; to him standing shoulder-to-shoulder with them in the half-moon of his suite's closets, frankincense and fresh air and remnants of his cologne still sticking to his clothes, clicking back the hinge of one of several nondescript containers.

Tucked amongst the vines of rosaries are belts and chains; between the silks of his vestments, a rainbow of restraints; and here, in their own little box (Can't have them drying out, of course—helps to, eh, maintain conditioning), an assortment of leather collars.

His gloves alone were enough to set them off, on a good day. But these—

These were something else, entirely. Simple and studded and ringed and lovely: black and blood-red and plum: silver-gold glittering.

Mirroring their owlish stance, hands at his back and breath quiet, Terzo quirks a brow. A wry smile plays at his mouth. 

After a moment, he drawls into his usual ramblings. "Got this one in Mexico City," he says, plucking one from the set. "The shop was gorgeous—you should have seen the harnesses, all of them inlaid with silver like this. The detail, alone—I must've spent two hours in there."

Ale lifts their brows. "It's beautiful," they say simply, eyes round.

"Mnh, yes. Thought the little etchings in these were a nice touch," he continues, thumbing one of the rings. "They feel very nice, too." 

He slides the collar lazily through his fingertips, weighted and jingling, and they could kick themself at how audibly they swallow. 

In their periphery, he's tilted his head. His hair is too slicked back to fall out of place. Too much the image of perfection they love to dishevel off him. 

After a pause, he ticks his tongue off his teeth. "You can...touch it, you know," he murmurs, with a coy flash of teeth. Softly, flushing, Ale glares. "Che—they're not just here for display, sweetness," he prattles on. "Though, I will admit: some of them are almost too pretty to wear, no?"

They bite their lip through a smile. Bump their shoulder against his. "Almost."

But not this one. Crimson and sheened with metal, the leather soft as sea glass and heavy as stone, each ring pebbling a cool caress across their fingertips. 

Their head feels like mush. They know they've blushed to their ears.

The way he hums doesn't help.

Terzo drags his fingertips lingeringly along their palm, calluses feather-light and familiar; hooks through one ring to trade the piece in their hand for another. "Ah—and this one," he continues: blue as midnight, adorned with tinkling charms and chains. "Very fun. Lots to play with here, huh? This was, ah...Amsterdam, I think? That little Eastside place? Can't remember it, now—it was years ago. I got a few custom made, on one of the tours, and some other gloves, too. The leather they use is sensational."

"Terzo."

"Mh?"

The collar stings like a brand on their skin. A tether barely keeping them on their feet.

"I, uh," they muddle, their tongue useless. "Um." Swallow, again. "These are..."

"Doing it, for you?" Unblessed beneath, his voice. His smile creases at one side. "Oh, I know." 

Their eyes stutter, heat buzzing through them. He lifts a lax hand, brushing through the mess of their fringe. "They would fit you," he muses on, slowly tracking his thumb from the shell of their ear to their neck. His skin is always so warm, so addictive. The touch all but sends them into overdrive. "Very adjustable, most of them." 

He pauses, making unneeded effort to find their eyes. Green-white and ancient and endless. His thumb slips over their jaw, again. "But you..." He tilts his head back, taking them in like an editorial print; a model in need of one finishing touch. "No, no...you like the simplicities, don't you?" 

They only half-feel the collar sliding out of their hands, replaced with yet another: black as death, buttery-smooth, glossed with a natural sheen. In its center sits a plain golden ring. 

His eyes follow the stuttered plummet of their own, steady as a panther tailing prey. Raise just as easily again, lashes heavy on mismatched eyes.

"You...want to see this one on you?" he suggests, little more than a breath.

Ale can't manage a thought, can barely get a word off their teeth. Too lost in his stare, mossen and moonlit. In his lips, cattish at the corners.

Slowly, fingers itching against that cool ring, heavy around their knuckle, they let their eyes slide down, down.

The bloom of his pupils is slow to come. But, oh, once it does—

"...On me?" he hushes.

It takes them an age to lick their lips. To breathe, "Yes," like the word is eating them through.

The heat in his eyes could burn them.

Terzo's lashes flutter, an unhurried sweep from their hands to their mouth. He's given them the reins more than enough times; relished in it, as much as he took heady satisfaction in leaving them in a puddle of breathless, brainless-smiled bliss on the sheets. But this—

"Well." His thumb is still on their jaw: sliding again to nestle behind their ear. With it, a drag of his knuckles, soft down the nape of their neck. "You are welcome to do that." Up again. "More than welcome," he says, toeing that slow, soft-growled line that never fails to devolve them into some shaky little thing, desperate to blend the edges of them together, bone for bone.

Their hands are already tangling in his sleeve.

"Ah," Terzo tuts. "We wash up, first."

"But—"

A soft squeeze on their nape is all they need to settle down, spitefully as they may concede. His eyes simmer on them. "Wash, first," he says again, voice low. "Believe me—this is...not a quick process. Not when you get into this headspace." His touch trails over their cheek, catching slow at the corner of their lips. "I'll tell you what I like," he murls, lifting his lashes again. "And you tell me what you like too, mh? Before." His knuckle cusps beneath their chin. "And after."

Dazedly, their brain somewhere far, far past their feet, Ale blinks. "Okay," they whisper. The word kisses against his skin.

His stare is searing, electric, starved. "Good," he whispers back.

And it's almost enough to get them to behave. Almost.

But then he leans closer, just enough—brushes his nose over their cheek, tucking a chaste kiss beneath their jaw, just to gravel, "Good," again—and, well.

They barely make it to the shower.

[mrs-hollandstan]

I can’t see if you requests are open. Would you be able to do a bit of mob Tom being pegged? No stress if you don’t wanna or requests are closed 🥰

Sexyyyy

Tom trudges up the stairs, loosening his tie as he makes his way to the bedroom. The second he steps inside, he knows he's in trouble. Your signature sexy mood candles have been lit and you sit at the end of the bed in lingerie, but not the usual lingerie. Tom swallows as he notes the harness around your hips, 

"Babe-"

"Did you forget something Holland?" You pose darkly. Tom shivers, 

"I- I didn't think I did. Wha-"

"Tonight was date night. But… the boys… poker, cigars, that deal was more important hmm?" You ask him. His eyes widen, 

"Shit… love I am so sorry. It completely slipped my mind." 

"Oh its fine." You tell him,standing and strutting forward to pat his shoulder, "I'll let you pick the toy." You purr, reaching out to unbutton his shirt. His chest heaves as he watches your fingers. He swallows, letting you undress him down to his boxers before you're taking his hand and leading him to your closet. You pull open a drawer to reveal all the dildos the two of you have used, 

"Which one baby?" You coo. He explores his options before he's pulling a thinner flesh colored one from the drawer, letting you grab the lube before he closes it. He follows you back to bed, watching as you unclasp your bra and take the dido from him, strapping it into your harness,

"Take your boxers off. Kneel on the bed." You command and Tom knows he can't argue. Not only did he miss date night, but you're a mean dom when you don't get what you want the first time you say it. 

You watch him strip, climbing onto his knees on the bed. You hum, 

"You regret it?" You ask. He nods, swallowing, 

"Yes, but not because of this. Simply because I know how much you hate when I forget." He explains. You smile as he glances over his shoulder. Leaning in, you stroke his cheek,

"Who would've known that little old me could've made a mobster crumble like this?" You pose. He scoffs,

"Stop." Facing forward again, he takes a deep breath, trying to relax as you pop the cap of the lube open, lubing the dildo up before you're luring him up as well, slipping two fingers inside of him. He sucks in a breath, 

"Relax baby. You'll only make it hurt more." You remind him. He nods, trying to do so. He hums as you stretch him open, lubing his hole so the slide of your dildo will be easier. Once you find that he’s sufficiently stretched, you slide your fingers from him, holding his ass apart as you position yourself behind him, 

“Ready?” You ask him. He nods, trying to keep himself relaxed as you press the tip of the dildo inside of him, sliding in slowly until your hips are pressed to his bottom. He groans, 

“Fuck… so fucking big. God damn darling… think your dick is bigger than mine.” He grumbles. You giggle, leaning in to nip at where his spine protrudes from his arched back, 

“Oh please… doubt I could take your dick in my ass. You manage.” Humming, he gasps as you gently move your hips, thrusting into him gently to let him adjust. Before too long he’s begging you to move quicker and when you reach down, wrap your hand around his cock, you find him sticky with pre-cum,

“Ahh fuck… fuck that’s good.” He grumbles, grasping the bedsheets in his hands, face nuzzled in it before him. He moans into it, rocking back against you as you stroke his cock, squeezing softly to milk more pre-cum from him,

“Fuck baby… god damn you’re so fucking good.” He growls, his toes curling as you squeeze more lube onto him to thrust into him faster. He cries out when you do, panting with each thrust of your hips that strikes his g-spot. You hold his hip in your free hand, 

“You’re doing so well for me love.” You purr, leaning into his ear. He whimpers, 

“I’m gonna cum darling… fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me, pretty boy. Show me how sorry you are.” You coo in his ear. Soon enough, he’s grunting as his hips still and he spills his load onto the sheets below him. You milk him dry, watching his quake as he succumbs to the feeling of turning to jelly. He breathes out, moaning softly as he clenches around your dildo still nestled deep inside him. You kiss his cheek, 

“Such a good boy.” You gently pull out of him, snapping yourself from your harness. He draws himself up, humming at the mess he’s made. He quickly strips the bed of it’s sheets, tossing them into a pile in the corner before he’s turning to you, crouching to his knees when he nears you. He stares up at you, eyes sparkling before he’s grasping your ankle, drawing a leg over his shoulder and licking his lips,

“My turn now ehh? I just need to make the rest up to you love.” He murmurs. You smile, threading your fingers through his hair and nodding, 

“Yeah… yeah, you do.” Yanking his hair, a devilish smirk crosses Tom’s lips. He’s created quite the monster in you. 

[foodieforthoughts]

Make it work

Summary: You knew the moment you saw the package at your door that Chris had some plans in store for you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: 18+, RPF, naughty talks, use of toys, flirty Chris, smutty talks, implied smut

A/N: Picture drabble time! It's kind of a followup/part of Morning Ritual. I can't get enough of this man and his ASP chats are not helping.

*First gif from the link

**Other gifs from the link

Title: Make it work

As soon as his face appeared on your screen, you knew he was in a different kind of mood today. Donning his printed shirt and the white undershirt which did little to conceal his chest tattoos, Chris was all smiles and had greeted you with an excited "Hey!" with the conversation quickly turning into the most fun and energetic one you have had ever since being separated due to the pandemic.

Like everyday for the past weeks, you were on your customary video call with Chris. Only that it was a Sunday and instead of an early morning call, it was in the afternoon. You would have generally slept in through the morning, but the package delivery earlier that day had kept you awake ever since.

It was from Chris and when you had texted him to ask about it, he had written back in all caps, "Do not open it."

Your conversation was flowing smoothly when you asked him about Dodger and while he started recalling an incident that happened over the week with the pup chasing behind a squirrel in the park, you eyed the brown package sitting on your table. You waited for Chris to finish his story before you said, "You know I love Dodger and I love listening about him." You slid the box in front of you and pointed towards it, "But I have to interrupt. I am dying to know what is inside this box."

"What do you think it is?" He asked, grabbing his beer to take a sip.

You tried not to squirm when he chugged his beer while maintaining eye contact with you. You were in that phase of your cycle where your man could melt your panties even with a side glance. For a long second you couldn't look anywhere but his lips, wishing desperately that they were on yours right now.

Shaking your head and clenching your thighs shut, you looked back to the box and began tearing it open.

"At least give me a hint of what I should expect." You mumbled while trying to take the tape off the sides. You looked up at your teasing boyfriend who seemed to be enjoying your dilemma of not knowing what you had in store.

"All I can say is..." He stopped when you let out a loud gasp.

Your mouth fell open looking at the package in front of you. Inside the outer cardboard box there was black box with a pink vibrator printed on it. It was the kind that could be controlled by an app and a remote. Seeing that the plastic covering was torn, you were sure that Chris had already configured the settings with his phone.

"Chris," You began, feeling your cheeks heat up by every passing second.

"Before you feel cornered," he raised his hand to stop you from saying anything. "We don't have to try that. Anything that makes you uncomfortable is off the list."

You looked up at the screen and Chris waited patiently for your reaction. He had a smile on his face, watching you intently as you took the box out and turned it around in your hand.

You felt your face flush with warmth and your heart flutter at his words. You smiled at him, unboxing the device and taking out the curved toy in your hand. Reading over the instructions, it was supposed to be a g-spot stimulator; reading that was enough to make you wet between your thighs.

"How did you come up with this brilliant idea?" You asked, placing the box and the silicone toy on the table.

Chris laughed while running his hand over the side of his head, a nervous tick that he did when left flustered. "I was only looking over at a website for myself and then Scott walked in the room-"

"Wait-what?!" Hearing that his brother might know what kind of sexual shenanigans Chris was upto, you felt a renewed wave of blush travel up to your cheeks. Your ears heated up at the possible scenarios of them discussing which device will provide you 'maximum pleasure'.

"You know Scott is not bothered by such things right?" He asked, shrugging his shoulder. "Infact, that one was selected by him."

"Chris!" You covered your mouth with your hand, groaning but also laughing.

"He also wants feedback of how it felt, so he can recommend it to his friends." Chris clearly was having too much fun with your embarrassment as he laughed while he spoke.

"I'm not going to do that!" You protested even though you were enjoying this yourself. Very rarely Chris was in a jovial mood these days, hating the distance between you two and being holed up in his house. He also had a lot of projects lined up for which he was constantly stressed and to add up to his thoughts, he was worried about his family and your safety.

So you went with the flow of the conversation, watching him laugh and explain to you how the device works. He showed the screen of his phone which had the app open and to demonstrate he turned the vibration on. The pink toy began vibrating on the table, rattling along the surface as Chris alternated between low and high vibrations.

"Oh god." You giggled and reached towards it to make it stop. But Chris immediately turned up the strength of the vibrations and it bounced on the surface, making you shriek in response.

Chris laughed loudly. He had his pearly whites on display, squinting as he laughed with the prominent laugh lines on the edges of his eyes. He looked adorable to you and the sound of his deep laugh made your heart strings strum with it.

"You are being so naughty today!" You chuckled when your regained your composure, and quickly turned the device off.

"Yes, yes, I am." He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I miss you so much." He titled his head to the side, a wistful look on his face. "When will I get to hold you again?"

The change in the tone of his voice ached your heart. You sighed, running your hands through your hair and finding yourself at the loss of words.

"Soon. We are still making it work though." You tried to be optimistic. You worried that one day the distance would be too much and Chris will move on to someone present physically near him. You had stayed awake many times in the night, laying in bed alone, wishing that you had never left the country for work.

"Do you worry about us?" Chris had his cheek rested on his knuckles, his eyes fixed on you through the screen.

You pushed your chair closer to the table, resting your elbows on the wooden surface. Chris imitated your movements, clasping his hands together in front of him. You instantly noticed the watch you had gifted him, the unmistakable golden body of the watch shining in the sunlight through the window. Smiling softly at your man and hating the solemn look on his face, you reassured him.

"I do worry about us, but I know we'll be okay. It's not going to affect how I feel about you, how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."

Chris sighed, finally his lips breaking out into a smile. "I love you too. I want nothing but to be with you."

You nodded at him, trying to blink the tears away. You did not want to waste a day crying over a situation that was out of your control. So you came up with a plan.

"Babe, are you alone?" You asked, picking up the bright pink toy in your hand.

Chris's eyes twinkled when he looked at your hand and how you twirled the device between your fingers. He slowly nodded, raising his eyebrow as you stood up.

"Be right back." You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. Washing the silicone toy before use, you striped yourself off of all your clothes and stood in your naked glory. You switched on the device and carefully inserted the toy between your silken petals, marveled at how easily it slipped inside you since you were already drenched. You blushed that Chris could have this effect on you even from many miles away.

On your way back to the computer, you took a glass of water as your throat went dry anticipating the things that would occur.

"Chri-" You wanted to sound sultry but with a jolt of vibration that hit your sweet spot with ferocity, you yelped out. Your hands jerked forward and the water spilled on the carpet and you looked wide-eyed at your boyfriend laughing on the screen.

"Oh shit!" He had his eyebrows raised in surprise as you stood with the empty glass in your hand. "I didn't know you would get water too. Sorry, sorry." He clasped his hand over his mouth, waiting for your reaction.

He might have expected you to get mad at him. But you weren't even the least bit angry. If anything, that single shock of delicious stimulation had your entire body ready for some loving. So instead, you placed the glass on the table and sat down on your chair. Bringing your arms to rest underneath your breasts, watching as Chris's eyes travelled to your hardened nubs, you smirked to yourself.

"You have to make it up to me now." You twirled a stray strand of hair around your finger and noted how Chris's stare turned into a lustful gaze. "Come on now. Strip."

"Yes ma'am." He said before peeling his shirt off his body.

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five | my masterlist

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.

[spacerangersam]

Ghosts vampire/werewolf au lore??? 👀

I did write a bit about it here, in case you haven’t see it ( https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/spacerangersam/689661464978604032?source=share ) but like, always happy to talk more about my aus asdfgh.

Also, I don’t know if you mean lore about how specifically vampires/werewolves work in this au or just, general info about this au, so I'll give you a bit of both. Sorry in advance for how long this is.

So, for the world itself, I imagine it's one where all humans know that supernatural beings exist, but it's like, generally hard to find them

It's like spotting a wild fox- very cool, but mindblowing. Certainly, no one's bringing out their pitchforks to hunt them down

Well, some people are, but that's a very small minority, and it's universally considered a bit of a dick move

And there are plenty of supernatural beings who live in human cities and whatnot, but it's not common

Especially with vampires

Speaking of: vampires don't turn into bats, they turn into a pile of writhing leeches. I remember someone telling me that was an idea Bram Stoker originally had before the bats, and while I can't find a source for that, I love it so it's vampire canon to me now

Alison is horrified when this first happens

Vampires can be seen in mirrors/photographs, as long as there's no silver lining/or silver in the film.

They can go in the sun with a lot of sunscreen on, but it's still a big risk. it's best to be careful and get a skincare potion from a witch

And with the Buttons specifically - the reason there's only that small handful left is simply that most Buttons, when turned into vampires, immediately leave the manor

Who can blame them? being stuck with your entire family for all of eternity sounds horrible

George did try to kill Stephanie like in canon back when she was still human, but either Humphrey or Kitty found and turned her just in time

Later down the line, she returned the favour to Captain, who was using the house as a base during WW2 but became incredibly ill

But was it a normal illness, or something else? Who knows.

There's no a/b/o stuff with the werewolves, I cannot stress this enough. Packs are either family groups, or like, a group of friends. If there are any leaders, then they're the parents or the most parent-like

Sort of on that note, Pat still does scouting, but his group is pretty much exclusively made up of cubs from the plague pack, named as such because they were all turned during the black plague

Werewolves turn you through scratches, vampires through biting, but it has to be intentional. A werewolf can scratch you, but unless they’re doing it with the aim to turn you, the only thing it will do is hurt

Why? No one knows. It’s magic

Unlike vampires, werewolves can be born. So Pat, Daley, and Robin were all born vampires, whereas Mary, Thomas and Alison were turned

I'd like to think it was Robin who turned Mary. Maybe she tried to help him when he got injured in his wolf form once, so when he saw the witchfinders coming, he ran ahead and offered to turn her to save her

She agreed, and they made their own little two-person pact

Skip ahead a few decades and after Thomas is turned, the Buttons essentially demand that they take him in

Skip ahead a bit further and the trio meet Pat wandering the woods sadly, fresh from his divorce, missing his pack

He joins the group they become a proper pack.

Daley visits, when his mum lets him

Pat and Cap definitely have like, a frenemies to lovers thing going on. Everyone is aware of this except for Pat and Cap

And despite the tension between the Buttons and the Pack, plenty of them are still friends. Julian and Robin still play chest together, Kitty and Marry hang out a lot- it’s mostly Stephanie and Cap causing the tension

Every full moon werewolves are forced to turn into their wolf form, but they don’t lose control. That’s only for red moons and eclipse, and even then, it’s more like…you know in H20 how the girls would get kind of loopy around full moons? It’s like that

But on normal full moons they have a movie night and just like, pile up on each other and cuddle

Kitty and Julian are sometimes invited

The Pack all live together in a house nearby to the Button’s manor, but it’s a lot smaller and in the woods.

Pat bought it because before then they were just sort of, roughing it in the woods. Not because they couldn’t find/afford somewhere, but because they just didn’t think to

You’ve heard of Alison seeing Cap as a father figure, now get ready for her seeing Pat as a father figure

And oh yeah of course he sees her as a daughter. She's a young fatherless person in his pack? No, he's her dad now, end of. And Daley definitely sees her and Mike as his older siblings.

Mike and Daley would definitely get into a lot of hijinks…definitely

Uh, this is getting long so I better stop, but before that, one last point: since Humphrey is connected with his body here, and to make up for the no turning into bats thing, Humphrey has a pet bat called Body. It’s a Salem situation, you know? A bastard that’s been stuck in the form of an animal to pay for his crimes

But the only one who pays is Humphrey

…okay, think I’m done for now

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 12

Home again

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n returns home

Warnings: steve almost cries, swearing maybe, kissing, mentions of violence and scars

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Steve was distraught. He sat completely still, head buried in his hands as his mind whirred. I string hand on his shoulder caused the man to look up, blue eyes meeting Tony's brown ones which were filled with sorrow and pity.

"I know you love her, but it's over Steve. They have her there's-" a crack in his voice made the billionaire pause, "there's nothing we can do this time."

"But I left her, Tony!" Steve shouted, standing up abruptly. "I could've saved her, and I didn't!" Steve's face was red, Tony's face taken aback. "She's your daughter and I didn't even save her..."

"Hey, stop." Tony snapped, pulling Steve's attention to him instantly. "I know she's my daughter but I also know that you love her enough that you wouldn't give up on her if you did t have too!" Tony wanted to shout, to scream at his friend.

"He's right, Steve. Well all know you love her." Nat smirked, arms crossed over her chest as she now leant in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" Steve asked and Nat simply quirked a brow. Steve nodded and realised she'd most probably been there the entire time. "And how do you know...?"

"That your in love with y/n?" Nat clarified. Steve nodded. "It's obvious, Capsicle. You literally give her heart eyes whenever she's not looking and you always fidget when you're around her. But my favourite part," Nat pushed off the door frame, walking into the room, "is that you act like you hate her. I new you didn't have great experience with women, but I didn't know it was that bad." She remarked and Steve made to protest but was cut off.

"She's right, y'know. There's no way in hell a girl's gonna ask you out if you critique every last thing about her and give her the evil eyes every time she looks at you." Tony added, making Steve shut his mouth and stare at the ground again.

"B-but it's been weeks." Steve stuttered. "What's if she's... what if they killed her, Tony? I think that's on my. Her blood would be on my hands." He rambled, and Tony was about to reply when Bruce appeared at the door.

"You guys might want to come downstairs." He said quietly, and the three avengers already in the room looked at each other, confused. Steve quickly swiped the threatening tears from his eyes, him and Tony making their way down the stairs as fast as they could.

...

I burst through the doors, immediately met with the sight of Tony pointing to some papers the person next to him was holding and discussing something with them. My face broke out into the biggest smile, the sight of my dad after the hell I'd been through like a shelter from the rain.

I waved frantically, already breaking into a run towards him, his head snapping up at the wild movement and his face morphing into one of shock and relief, his arms held open.

"Lil?" His voice was full of concern as my arms wrapped around his neck when we collided, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands finding their place on my back. "Oh my god, Lil, you scared us so much, scared me." He whispered into my hair, pulling back enough to cup my face in his hands. "It's you." I smiled.

I nodded my head furiously, burying my wet face into his shoulder, jumping down from the embrace.

"Lily?" The unsure voice from the edge of the room caught my attention, a grin spreading on his lips seeing me. I held back tears looking at him, my smile still wide. He walked towards me, enveloping me in a hug so tight it could crush a normal person. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He kept saying, his hand tangled in my hair.

I shook my head, sorrow filling my eyes as in stared at the man that had engulfed me with his body. He pulled back, looking sternly into my eyes.

"I know you think I hate you. But, I wouldn't wish what happened to you on anyone, Lily. Not even my worst enemy." Steve whispered, his eyes clouded with pity.

"Well that's new." Tony remarked seeing us hug, confusion lacing his tone. "Hey, kid, what's with the mute?" He pondered as I gave no verbal reply, Steve now looking deeply concerned for me too.

I sighed through my nose, pulling back the collar of the jacket to reveal the long, vermillion scar across my neck.

"You should go see the others, they'll be happy to know you're back." Tony said with a pitiful smile.

...

A million warm embraces later, tears shared and hearty laughs exchanged, I was just about ready to fall asleep and never wake up. I was about to excuse myself when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Steve, a stoic expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. I nodded, following him out into the hallway. I laid my shoulder against the wall, observing Steve's constant pacing.

So what's up?

I quickly jotted down, handing the small electronic device Tony had retrieved for me to Steve, raising a brow. He stopped, looking me in the eye. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am, I let him do that to you. It's my fault. I don't even know how to live with myself, I should've come looking for you, or-" I cut him off with a tap on the shoulder as I handed him the pad.

Cap, it's fine. I'm fine.

I stressed, writing in italics. The man read it with furrowed brows. cleared my throat before continuing.

I just don't know how long I can keep pretending to be happy, I just want to die.

I finally confessed, vision blurred and screen obscured with tears. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I don't know how to go on, every tome I close my eyes all I see him, what he did

My gaze averted from his as he read.

"Hey, hey. You're strong, you can do this. Let's go get you cleaned up." Steve suggested, looking at my through his lashes and placing a careful hand on my shoulder, which I flinched away from. I gulped.

Steve, there's a reason he let me go

I wrote down, finally meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of questions he didn't dare ask.

He let me go to send a message. He said that if we interfere with him again what happened to me will be child's play compared to what will happen.

His face dropped.

If a few days of torture is child's play, what does he have planned?

I asked, sobbing now.

"Lily, you were gone for three weeks." Steve added quietly, making me look up from where I'd been starting at the floor to meet his eyes. My eyes widened. Steve grimaced, nodding solemnly.

"Go have a shower, I'll grab you some fresh clothes and a towel. We'll talk more when you're feeling warmer and cleaner." He suggested again, and was met with a nod from me this time.

We reached my room, Steve holding the door opening for me and me giving a tiny smile that said 'thanks' as I walked in. I headed straight for the bathroom, taking my time in peeling the ripped tank top from my body and throwing the muddied shorts on the floor with them. Just then, the door opened, Steve walking in with a towel and some cloths folded on top. His eyes widened and he instantly apologised.

"Sorry, lily, I thought you'd be in the shower by now." But before he could walk out his eyes finally locked on me. His eyes raked over me, his eyes surveying my wrists, which were rubbed red-raw from chains and ropes; my neck, which was red and violently bruised; my bruised upper arms; my waist that was covered with finger-shaped bruises; my thighs, that were also bruised and finally my back that starred at him in the mirror. It was a mess of diagonal cuts, which were not longer bleeding but were still a blood red colour. I looked down at my feet nervously, feeling weird under his gaze.

"He did this to you?" Steve asked, tears in his eyes. I nodded, slowly looking back up at him. Before he could say anything else I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips to his in a kiss that conveyed everything I could never say out loud. After a moment, his hands reached for my face, returning the kiss. Our lips welded together, his tongue poking at my lower lip, begging for entrance that I granted. His tongue rolled over mine in languid stroked, soothing. I pulled back first, turning and pulling the shower curtain open. I climbed in, turning on the water and getting lost in the warmth and steam that swallowed me.

...

I walked out the bathroom, clad in one of Steve's T-shirt he grabbed for me, some shorts and fresh underwear. He must've noticed that I liked stealing Tony's shirts and given me one of his instead. Rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I dumped it on a near-by chair when my hair was only damp. Steve instantly stood from where he was sat on the edge of my bed when he saw me, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

I began writing, but before I could finish his lips were on mine and the little device was dropped to the floor. It was less desperate that the last time, more passionate and slow. It expressed everything we needed to say, and that was enough. My arms hooked around his neck, my fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, whilst one of his tangled in my hair, the other resting on my cheek.

"You talk too much." He mumbled against my lips and we both let out a breath meant to be a laugh. "Too soon?" He asked before leaning in for another, our lips locking together. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, his hand running through my dampened hair.

He cleared his throat, stepping back from me, his gaze flitting from the door before landing back on me.

"I should go." He spoke, heading for the door. As he placed his hand on the door knob he froze at when I tapped on his broad back.

Don't.

The little device said. He had a hopeful look in his eyes.

Go. Don't go. Please.

I wrote , looking at him with pleading eyes. He nodded, walking back over to me.

I don't think I can be alone tonight.

I stated before climbing into my bed and patting the spot next to me. Steve hesitantly climes in beside me, laying behind me and draping his arm over my waist, pulling me into his firm chest. His body heat radiated over me and sleep soon took over as I sunk into him, his hand playing with my hair.

...

"Lil? Lily? Lily!" I shot up, panting hard and sweat covering my forehead. I slowly look to the side where Tony sat, a concerned look filling his eyes. My gaze looked at the door, where Steve stood, looking over me with what looked like fear, before going back to Tony. "Hey, kiddo, what happed?" He asked, stoking my hair. I swallowed thickly, breathing calmed down.

"You were restless, moving about in your sleep." Steve clarifies from the door, not wearing what he was before. He must've left after I fell asleep. I motioned for Tony to pass me the device which sat on the bedside table and he handed to to me.

I was back there. He was

I couldn't finish writing, the device falling from my shaking hand onto the duvet as I bit back tears, sinking into the embrace Tony held me in.

[komodocomics]

Full Sansmaeda fanfic (early Sunday cause of brother's bday

The loud crashes could be heard over the people screaming as two enemies were locked in battle.The smaller of the two got slammed into the ground almost killing it as it passed out,but enough of that I bet you want to know why the building burned into the night.well I can tell you why,let's start a few days ago on the 20th of April.Hello my name is sans and I'm just an ordinary anime girl in an ordinary anime school for cool people.my parents are Toby Fox and the leader of japan.the prom dance is today and I still haven't found my sugar desu cutie love yet.their is this cute boy named Komaeda that I find sugar desu cute even though I'm a male skeleton that's called a anime girl dunno why.oh no! I just realized I'm late for skeleton anime girls and boys class!As I naruto ran down the halls i took a quick turn around a corner when I ran into something and heard a "OW!" . "Oh my i-im so sorry i-i was late for skeleton anime girls and boys class and I had to run to get-" said sans-san. "IT'S OK I WAS LATE TOO I'M KOMAEDA BY THE WAY AND YOUR KINDA KAWAII"said Komaeda in a loud voice almost like talking through a speaker.oh my could it be my sugar desu cutie love? "Hey earth to anime girl" said komaeda. "Hey komaeda?" Said sans. " Yeah? " replied komaeda.(gosh this sucks so bad) "would you like to be my sugar desu cutie love and go to the prom dance together?" Sans finally said. " yes my precious sugar bean. " responds komaedaTIMESKIP wedding music plays for some reasons at a prom dance and I'm writing this at 10 at night (self message for some reason I decided to include). "Wow Komaeda that was fun by chance can you walk me home? The only way to my house is a dark alley way" said sans. "YES" said Komaeda (ah yes as I remember Komaeda supposed be all caps and then immediately forget) as Komaeda and sans were walking down the dark alley way to sans's(?) House they heard a loud sound. "Oh m-my who's there!" Sans stammered .as if waiting for a reply a group of 3 foot tall (furry) Scottish terriors appeared. "Ai who are ya an why ya in our land!?" Said what sans thought was the alpha dog of the pack (They were supposed to hv Scottish accent but I forgot) "we were just heading HOME" said Komaeda standing between the 3 foot tall nike tm track suit wearing Scottish terriors and sans. "Ya pulling my lil tail ain't ya?" Said the lead dog. ( God I am a furry) "NO now get your sorry butts out of here before you appear dead on the news" threatened komeada. Sans of course found that kawaii desu hot. "Get out of our thearitory (mm yes spelling) or we will hurt ya lil lady over there." Pointed the lead Scottish dog in Nike tm clothing.suddenly the dog pulls out one of those steak fork things and lounged toward komaeda. Everything slowed down for sans, the dog throwing itself at Komaeda was about to stab him when sans jumped in front of Komaeda to protect him when everything went black.When snas woke up they were like "omg am I wearing a sleep mask or sm because it is DARK IN HERE.omg is that beeping it smells weird did someone burn some food and the alarm go off?" " omg my sugar desu bean ur awake yayayayayyayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayyayayayyayayyayayayyayayyayayayayayayayayayaya! " yelled komaeda. "What happened why is it black in here and how long have I been asleep?" Said a confused anime skelly . "You've been asleep for 3 weeks I was so worried,I stayed by your side and when visiting hours ended i would sneak back in and stay with you..." Said a sad Komaeda . "Oh yeah I forgot your blind now but yeah." That was when the stress finally was too much and comic sans burst into tears . "How am I gonna live my life normally If I 'sniff' can't see! " cried sans. "You'll always be kawaii to me" said komaeda.1 month time skip. "Do you take this blind anime girl bae as your desu? "(what does desu mean) "YES" "and do you take this murderous clown as your bae?" " Yes" "YOU MAY KISS THE BAE". later back at school. "Hey komaeda?" Asked sans. " yeah sansy chan? " replied komaeda. "I'm so happy,I hope

nothing ever goe-" sans was saying before a loud sound. "HAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA! DO YOU THINK THIS WAS THE END!?" Said the voice. Suddenly sans-chan heard Komaeda-chan scream in pain and then chaos.Fear was in the air at the ordinary school for cool people,students ran and screamed for their lives as they thought they would die.Sans-chan stumbled on all fours like Velma from Scooby doo tm.Sans stumbled to komaeda's body. "Komaeda are you ok?...... Komaeda? KOMAEDA WAKE UP!" Sans-chan touched komaeda's lifeless face. "RUN!" Shouted Sans-chan best friend scrappy doo from Scooby doo tm. Sans-chan completely ignoring them wiped (his/her) tears off and began the anime scene where they change clothes like sailor moon.Sans-chan then JoJo walked into the only thing you could walked into,blushed embarrassingly and then walked around it to begin the fight. "You took the only thing dear to me,now prepare to die!" Screamed sanslor moon. " FIGHT ME THEN! " screamed the voice now named satana satan.satana then proceeded to throw part of the school cool people bathroom at a random part of the school that happened to have radiators and fire stuff and blew up and caught on fire.Sans-chan shielded their face from the explosion. "I will ban you from this Christian Minecraft server if you try anything you'll regret!" threatens Sans-chan.Santana then adjusted it's suit that somehow Sans-chan could see and said in a deep gravely voice...... "FRICK!!!111!1!"Sans-chan then grabbed their roblox BAN HAMMER and swinged it at the cursed creature that should get censored from this poor Minecraft server.everybody else that watched this fight had no idea why a BLIND anime girl skeleton named sans dressed like sailor moon (which is 1 of 3 i know) was fighting a giant cube that showed memes,vines,gifs and cursed images on its face,which also called itself satana,so the people watching decided to flee and scream. "By the power of hope,god and anime I will destroy you REEEEEEEEEE!" Screams the bone referencing skeleton.satana grabbed their strobe light spear and threw it at Sans-chan.Sans-chan managed to dodge it cause the spear played September from earth wind and fire loudly.(I wrote that on the 21st of 2021)Santana growled in annoyance at this.(now 2022) Sans-chan winked and stuck out (his/her?) Tongue out.Santana grabbed a huge chunk of debris and chucked it at our hero,Sans-chan managed to dodge a majority of the debris but got knicked on the shoulder causing them to fall over.Santana laughed a skeletor laugh and held out there hand,their September spear flew into their hands and in one swift movement they stabbed Sans-chan arm which was reaching for their fallen roblox tm ban hammer.Sans grunted in pain,snarling they yelled "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS,WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU! !1!1!1!1!!" Santana growled at this and yelled back " YOU NEVER ACCEPTED MY CLUB PENGUIN FRIEND REQUEST!!!1!!1" while Sans-chan and Santana bickered none of them noticed two shadows appear, "LEAVE SANS-CHAN ALONE!!" 1 shadow yelled .Sans-chan and Santana both whipped (and nae naed) their heads around so fast they got whiplash. Sans then somehow being able to see yet still blind yelled "KOMAEDA AND SCRAPPY DOO!?11!" .Komaeda smiles while leaning on scrappy doo for support.sans-chair while scream crying said "I thought you died komaeda-kun !1!" Scrappy doo then cleared their throat and stated " well with my weebaboo powers i Frankenstein resurrected him. " scrappy doo boasted.Santana using this distraction swinger their now golf putt strobe light September player and hit sans-buddy pal friend chum hard enough to make a comical sans-XxtoxicwolfchanxX shaped hole.Komaeda and scrappy doo and all the eavesdropping students gasped in shock as the building sans-hrhrhrhrhrh chan was in,collapsed. "OH HOW THE GREAT HAVE FALLEN!" boomed santana. Komaeda wailed in dismay at the loss of his sugar desu cutie lover and yelled "OH WOW IS ME!!!" Suddenly a loud thump was heard from the wall of the collapsed building komaeda's late lover last went. "Thump THump THUMP!" Suddenly the wall exploded and

out stepped sans ban hammer in hand who then bad action movie jump-flied at Santana swinging their hammer full force.the impact caused Santana to anti-climaticly die instantly falling into a heap on the floor. "Wow that was anti-climatic" said scrappy doo who broke the fourth wall. sans then grabbed Komaeda with their big FLESHY strong arms and aggressively made out.school closed down forever and Sans-chan and Komaeda had 18.534222... Billion amongus babies who then overthrown the government and became tyrants.THE END.

[word-addict-lisette]

Dear Lisette,

I am back in you inbox, yay! How was your day? How's life? How's school?

I am really mad because we had this piece of work and it was like "pen down your idea on this statement, 'i can do whatever i want on the internet as long as i don't get caught' and i put down my thoughts which were 'this statement is true, i stand by it and you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get caught and don't own up' and then people were like throwing shade at me and i looked at it. I have 5 comments.

My teachers tried to delete it, my classmates literally lectured me and then she read it out loud and the whole class went looking for that one note i made. In the comments, people are spelling my name in caps. It was my opinion, and oh, look all of them are basically hypocrites. Let me just say, these people make me uncomfortable, they don't talk about exactly nice things or approriate things and they are all commenting ( without names too may i add) like "KAT, THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK!" but with my real name and just arghhh.

Also if my teachers wanted me to say, "no, that isn't the right thing to do," or any other answer that the others provided them with, they shouldn't have asked for my opinion. They should have just forced us all to just type the same thing. The other people all wrote like, "no, its unethical and bad" or "False, no, its bad" and stuff like that, filmsy evidence and elaboration. I HAVE MORALS, i am just saying the truth. I feel like the victim of a hate crime. People don't like me enough already, i am a very intresting person, uh, yeah, we are gonna stop there.

Enjoy the rant i guess? I don't know? I am sorry for loading on you but there's a little extra rant so uh, yeah. im just gonna take this out, one sec.

Ok, so uh my teacher was like, next week, we are making pancakes. Fluffy pancakes. It was changed to pancakes without eggs? and now we have to make it ourselves, at home. Where do i get flour? What do i do with the extra flour? I don't know how to cook at all, my partner who has been extremely controlling and like kinda driving me insane, ( ahem i did the whole coursework) also she uses my friend's name for everything? Like, bestie i was literally helping out and you went all, "Oh you don't want (friend's name) to see you burnt right?". Obviously i don't but if i burnt down my house, she wouldn't be surprised. I BURNT MYSELF LAST YEAR, SHE SAW ME BURN MYSELF. Well, my friend burnt me and then the week after that, she burnt herself.

This happens a lot. Also, the very common questions and statements of, "Are you straight?" , "aren't you and (friend's name) dating?", "you guys would make such a cute couple" , " aren't you bi?" and "i thought the two of you were dating," there is nothing wrong with being bi but i am not attracted to her like that. So, they use her for leverage over me to get me to do what they want and also think im dating her? If we were dating, we would both be homeless. I like my house. This doesn't only happen with her. I once got shipped with my brother. I hugged him and some guy was like, "oh you guys like each other," that was awkward. Can i just add, a lot of people like majority of that community know we are siblings.

I also get shipped with his best friend, thanks to a rumor my brother made up. So, sometimes, i would get like comments like, "oh, you like him" or "(brother's name) told me that you and (brother's best friend) are dating," we are not dating. WE ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. I LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also, everytime i have a picture of a guy on my phone or something my cousin just has to tell my brother. THEY ARE STREAMERS. ONE IS OF V FROM BTS SO I CAN TRAMATISE MY FRIEND.

Everytime i cry, someone comes in my room. It is so annoying. LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO CRY. This is why i started reading sad books, listening to sad songs, watching sad movies so i have a reason to cry. There was this once, i wasnt selected to be part of my choir's competition and i was sad about it because i didn't feel good enough. THEY SAID I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. So, i cried but it wasn't enough so i read the saddest book i could find so i had a reason to cry but by that time, my feelings were gone. This is why i get breakdowns when im overwhelmed because of all this. You know how old i am. I have to deal with this and the pressure of always wanting to be perfect. What else can i do? I am not pretty or smart or talented or have friends, i have like 6 friends and nobody ever keeps me company. So, i focus on being perfect. 100%, i deal with not having any attention because my parents didn't pay me any attention just because i was "independent" or something?

Did i mention, i babysit all my siblings? I am the second child. I baby-sit my older brother. I am sleep-deprived because i can't sleep well at night and i constantly worry about everything and i have to take care of all my friends and it is so exhausting. Yet, i can not cry.

Thanks for staying with me through whatever that was. Uh, yeah, i took the quiz and got chaotic academia. That is my aesthetic. I really want one of those fancy skirts they wear like on pintrest and stuff? Like you know what i mean? The academia skirt? Yeah, i don't have one yet.

Question of the day, what is your dream profession or you could answer my other question which is what would you want to look like? Or you could answer both?

Ok, thank you again. i am gonna go study. Love and hugs and just literal joy sent your way!

- Kat, the ultimate dino mom of Leo, Billy Bob, Jessica, Sophie, Jackson, Sarah, Lily, the Micheals and all her other kids. (Jessica, Sophie and Jackson are mailboxes and Lily is a computer, Micheal is my screwdriver and laptop pencil, there are two micheals.)

Dear Kat,

It's really good to see you in my inbox. I'm sorry for replying late, but exams really had occupied my schedule today and I got my Saturday exam tomorrow. This week is going to be stressful and today's day has been pathetic. I had nothing to do except study and write exams. I feel like I haven't really been social recently and That I'm losing touch with people that I used to be close with and basically I'm letting overthinking take over my mind.

That is so sick. Why is someone's genuine opinion bothering them so much? I totally wouldn't be able to tolerate that. They ought to understand that there is a fine line between a fact and an opinion, and what you stated was just an OPINION. they have no right whatsoever to come at you like that. I totally agree... the teachers ought to have not asked for your opinion if all they desired was a particularly specific answer which opposed the statement. one of the reasons I hate the schooling system has to be THIS. people who are putting comments like that ought to realize that what you stated is exactly what they do in real life. They just want to be seen as the good kid here. At least you have the guts enough to speak the truth.

Miss! You don't have to worry about ranting out to me. You can rant to me for days and I'd still listen. Just go on ranting nobody is stopping you.

Ahhh! I've had that happen to me. I really understand how tough that can be. I really really hate being shipped with someone who I am just platonically friends with like you've got no valid proof to believe that we are romantically involved with each other. I've burnt myself plenty of times too. It's not a pleasant experience. Plus I also hate having controlling partners. Cause all they do is boss you around while they are barely doing a thing. It sucks.

Why? Just why? Why does it even matter to them? Who you date and what your sexuality is, is none of their business. I have no idea why people concern themselves with topics that really don't involve them. It's like people are just ready to make gossip out of anything. A person can't have a bestie without not liking them? I don't get what's so difficult to understand about that. I hate it when I'm casually talking to a guy and people start shipping us and start spreading rumors of us being in a romantic relationship. Another thing they do is, if a person likes me, they automatically assume that I like him back when I've barely even ever spoken to that guy. And yes! I like fictional characters! Don't even assume I like any of you fools cause You idiots bully me and ship me with total crackheads... And my standards are good enough for me to not include you guys in my list of *appropriate candidates* which consists of non-existent people.

Similarly, the moment I'm chatting with some guy, or like have a pic with someone on my mobile phone people just assume that fact that I'm crushing on him. Like no! I don't. We are friends... the others are celebrities, Why can't you understand that? I can't imagine how thick their skull must be considering they can't let a small statement like that sink in.

The crying thingy... I feel personally attacked. Nobody lets me do anything in peace, let alone crying. I literally use the washroom in my room and even my sister comes in there just banging on the door asking me to get the heck out of there and go somewhere else, like can't she use the other two washrooms or what? I like listening to sad stuff and reading angst cause somehow or the other it calms me down... it makes me feel at peace cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like crying. I've got a lot of friends, nobody remembers my birthday, I remember all of theirs'. They don't even text me, It's always me who takes the first step. All my friends just want me by their side cause I'm a smartass they want to show off as a trophy and cause I've got much better sarcasm than them. They just want to benefit from me. That's all. GOD, I'm not pretty at all. I look like a random idiot all the time. I look pathetic. And I lack talent... And you! I warned you, miss! You are pretty, beautiful, talented, smart, friendly, caring, kind and THE BEST!!!

I've never been given attention. Never ever. My sister has always stolen the spotlight. And I hate it. Not even my friends acknowledge me, my parents just ehhhhh. No matter how good I score, No matter how good I behave, No matter what. I'm just never good enough. My parents think of me as a rebellious kid. And I don't know what to do about that. All I've ever done is listen to them. My parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends when I was a kid, they never let me go on overnight trips, and they barely let me spend time with the few friends I have. They never let me go to outings my school friends planned. Despite that, I never complained. I never had good friends because of that, yet I never complained. A lot of kids my age roam around in shopping malls by themselves, have sleepovers, spend money, roam around with tons of makeup on their faces, are in relationships, and even get into illegal shit. I've never done anything Like that. And yet... I'm never the good kid. I'm still the rebel.

I've got to take care of my sister almost every day. Get her to study, study myself, take care of myself while tolerating my grandmother. I really don't like my grandma, she s very fussy and just keeps yelling around the house the moment my dad and mom leave the house. I've got sensory overload because of her voice. And now I sit and have an anxiety attack almost every time she speaks. I've always got to strive for perfection as well. And I too can't sleep well at night just cause all the worries of the world, keep weighing me down.

Chaotic academia sounds good. It's the same aesthetic my sister got when I asked her to take the test! And oooh! Me too! I love those skirts and outfits they show on Pinterest. I'd love to have them someday.

My dream profession has to be that of a writer. Or perhaps even running a library. just something cozy. Ohh! I'd love to have brown hair, and I'd want to be tall just a little shorter than What I am right now. I just reached my father's height yesterday. And more or less, I'd like the rest to stay just as it is. and perhaps a lighter shade of skin tone. What about you though?

My question for you! If you were to be stranded on a beach island for a week. Who would you bring with you and how would you spend your time there. You can include whatever elements of nature you want to include like forests, lakes, and all.

Sending love, warmth, hugs, and whatever I have to spare that you would like to you!!!!

-Love from Lisette

P.S. That's an interesting family you've got, right there!

[amelialincoln]

Can you please write a fic about Link getting jealous? 😂 We have never really seen Link's possessive amd jealous side and it's be really entertaining to read about that !!!! Can't wait!!

What I Wouldn’t Do

“Have you met Koracick’s neuro fellow?” Jo glanced up at Link as he entered the attendings lounge.

“Uh, not that I know of, why?” He had a feeling she was about to rant.

“Because he’s a dick! He walks in here like he’s some impressive hot shot surgeon and I’ve barely heard of him before. I was in the ER and he walked over and completely hijacked my patient. The guy ended up having nothing even neuro related. He said he likes to keep up on all the specialties. Like who does that?”

“Yeah, sounds lame,” Link added, not really paying attention.

“Even Amelia likes him. Which is saying a lot because usually she’s good at reading suck up bullshit from people like him.” “Wait what about Amelia?” Link glanced up from his phone.

“Oh so you’ll listen to me when I’m talking about the girl you’re so madly in love with?” She teased. “You’re being a shitty best friend.” “Sorry,” Link answered, running a tense hand through his hair. “I’ve been stressed.” Yesterday they’d found out Amelia was pregnant and he’d been up all night discussing options and comforting a distressed Amelia who wasn’t planning on having a baby again after a traumatic experience she’d told him about last night. He still could barely wrap his head around everything and although he was extremely excited, he felt like he couldn’t show it. Amelia was terrified something was going to happen again, despite how many times he tried to convince her that everything would be fine.

“You look exhausted,” Jo pointed out.

“Amelia’s pregnant,” he blurted out. “We weren’t supposed to tell anyone. I just needed someone to know.”

“Link that’s...amazing?”

“I think so,” he tried to conceal his happiness. “I think we’d make good parents.”

“Amelia is good with kids,” Jo noted.

“She’s just scared. We’ve talked about a future together. Even if she hadn’t gotten pregnant, I was planning on proposing to her soon. I think it’s just taking awhile for her to process it.”

“She had a baby, right?” Jo’s voice was hushed.

“What? How did you--”

“Alex,” Jo replied. “I don’t know why he knows but I think she told him a while ago.”

“Oh,” Link answered, wondering why she took so long to tell him then. “She’s just worried but I think we’re going to make it work. She’d be an amazing mom.” Jo nodded, standing to give him a pat on the back before exiting the room. Link sighed, picking up his coffee thermos and following her out. He spotted Amelia at the OR board, chatting to someone he didn’t recognize. The tall, unrecognizable guy was leaning comfortably against the OR board as Amelia was writing down a surgery she had planned for this afternoon. He tugged on her scrub cap and caught it right before it fell, causing Amelia to burst into laughter. Link could feel his palms go hot and he clenched them at his sides as he walked swiftly towards them.

“Who are you?” He asked, probably a little too sternly judging by Amelia’s weird look.

“Uh, I’m Dr. Webster,” he replied, glancing at Amelia with a confused expression. “I’m Koracick’s new fellow. Amelia was showing me around. Who are you?” Link was surprised that he referred to Amelia by her first name.

“This is Dr. Lincoln,” Amelia introduced him before he had the chance to. “He’s our head of orthopedic surgery.” “Never liked ortho,” Webster shrugged, “Too messy. I’m all about the technique.” Link noticed Amelia trying to suppress a smile and fumed.

“Can I talk to you?” He turned to her.

“Uh, sure,” Amelia replied, searching his expression for clues as to why he looked so angry. “We can finish our tour later?”

“I look forward to it,” Webster gave Amelia a little wave as Link practically shoved her into an on call room.” “What’s this abo--”

“I have two things,” Link interrupted her. “One, I didn’t see you get lunch today. You’re growing my baby so you can’t be skipping meals anymore. If you’re going to refuse me bringing you food, then I’m going to expect that you’re taking care of yourself.”

“Link--”

“Amelia I worry, you know that. Next, who the fuck did that Wessler guy think he was?”

“Webster?”

“Wessler, Webster I don’t care. He was obviously flirting with you!” Link huffed.

“Babe, I’m carrying your baby,” Amelia almost laughed.

“Well he doesn’t know that! You’re not showing yet. Which I’m very excited for, I thought I should add.”

“Link, it’s not like I’m wearing a ring, how would he know?”

“Is that a hint?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.

“No!” She promised.“But it’s not like he has a chance, Link. Have you looked in the mirror?” She laughed as Link’s face turned red. She reached up to cup his hot cheeks in her hands. “Babe, I love you. What did I do to make you worry about that?”

“Nothing,” Link sighed. “I just don’t like that guy.”

“Or any guy I have a conversation with that doesn’t know who you are,” she teased. Link grinned sheepishly at the floor.

“Can I talk to baby?” He asked.  “It’ll make me feel better about the fact that my girlfriend practically cheated on me today.”

“You and your guilt tripping.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “And no you can’t talk to baby, you were talking to him all night.”

“Him?”

“I have a good feeling,” Amelia shrugged.

“So you are feeling good about it then?” He tested, trying to read her deep blue eyes.

She rubbed her lower stomach absentmindedly. “Better, I think,” she answered honestly. “Helps to imagine a little kid version of you running around.” She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

“Just riddled with cancer.”

“Link! You can’t say that.” Her mouth open in shock. “I don’t think I could survive that.”

“I don’t know how my parents did it,” he shook his head. He looked down at Amelia and found her biting her lip nervously with a hand pressed on her belly. “Hey, I’m sorry.”

Amelia snapped back to reality. “It’s okay, there’s just so much to worry about.” Link nodded, completely understanding. He wrapped her up in a tight hug, rocking her gently.

“I’m going to love our baby,” he promised her. He held her closely, running his hands through her dark brown curls. Amelia’s sob was muffled by Link’s navy scrub top. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Hormones,” she shook her head violently. “I’m fine. Ugh,” she groaned, wiping her cheeks with her sleeve.

“You know what makes me feel better?”

“What?”

“Talking to baby,” he put simply.

“Link we found out yesterday,” she rolled her eyes.

“Just try.” He guided her over to the bed before sitting down and pulling her into his lab. He lifted her scrub top over her head carefully and placed it beside them.

“Link,” Amelia groaned.

“The shirt has to be off or it doesn’t work,” he shrugged, staring unapologetically at her chest. “That’s my favourite bra.”

“I know,” she grinned, turning to press her lips to his.

“No distractions! Mommy and baby time.”

“Okay,” Amelia sighed. She placed her hands over Link’s on her flat stomach. “Hi baby, hope you’re doing good.” She paused. “Like I really hope. Cause if you are riddled with cancer or have no brain...your mommy and daddy are going to be pretty unhappy.”

“This is not helping.” Link grumbled.

“Sorry,” Amelia winced. “Um. Me and daddy are really excited to meet you. You’re a pretty lucky baby considering that you’re going to have the best dad in the whole world. He’s the only reason I’m not freaking out entirely right now and I’m really lucky to have him because last time,” She hesitates. “when I was pregnant with your brother, I didn’t have anyone.”

“Oh, Mia,” Link breathed, pulling her tighter into his chest.

“Not to mention all your amazing aunties, cousins and friends. You and Leo are going to be really good buddies and uncle Alex can teach you how to pick up girls.”

“Hey, that’s my job.” Amelia laughed. “But you won’t need any help because you’ll have your daddy’s ocean blue eyes and perfect smile. Better?” She asked. Link nodded. “Now mommy has to get back to work but I’m sure you’ll hear from daddy tonight.” She leaned back into Link’s chest as he rubbed protective circles around her bare, warm stomach.

“Mmmm, feels good.”

“Maybe you should take a nap,” he offered, trying not to add that she hasn’t been getting enough sleep for someone growing a baby.

“Only if you’re here too,” she mumbled sleepily.

Link checked his phone. “I can give you half an hour,” he agreed, knowing Nico was probably running around trying to find him and chuckling at the thought. He looked down at Amelia to find her fast asleep in his arms. “Come here, babe.” He lay back, moving her so that she was laying with her head on his chest and wrapped her up in the blanket. He ran his hands through her hair, watching her drift in and out of consciousness. “We’re going to make a really awesome kid,” he whispered as she cuddled up closer to him.  

[sins-of-the-sea]

I just noticed there are circles on kitty Josep’s head, I went back to other art and saw the on some of his usual art, and I must ask: are those from when he underwent trepanning as a kid? :(

I just literally came home after a stressful day, sorry this took a while.

Gonna stick a child abuse warning and graphic body horror and blood because YOU'RE GETTING A HISTORY LESSON FROM ME.

But if you prefer a TL;DR, the answer is yes. His experiences with the surgery is also why Josep has ugly hair.

Long answer: Yes, the circle-like shapes you may see on Josep's head are indeed trepanning holes that never fully closed up all the way. As in the skull, not the skin. I'm actually not sure if hair can regrow from literal parts of the scalp that were thoroughly removed (and thus should be bald spots), so I'm gonna sit on the fence and just say it's combed over so you can never really tell unless you see the dents/feel his head.

He doesn't like attention being brought to it. It puts him in a dark place.

Oh god, I don't even draw them consistently.

Sometimes I forget to draw them in, though I can argue maybe on some days Josep does a better job at combing his ugly hair on some days than others.

There should be three holes, but I seem to be only capable of drawing two, so many one healed up better than the other two, idk. Given how much Josep gave so much of a fight as a kid, and and anesthesia didn't exist then, and seeing how actual Medieval and Renaissance charts and depictions of the surgery are all really gory and ugly, I would imagine there are a lot more scarring on his scalp than just the holes. Some illustrations show scraping at the skull in addition to drilling, so maybe part of why his hair is so ugly because of vicious scalp scarring. No wonder he usually just wears a hat.

But then sometimes I get lazy and I don't bother to draw his head covered at all, so perhaps this can be taken that he is around company he is comfortable enough to show his scars without fear of someone using his trauma against him. Or I can't think of a hat to slap him with in the Modern AU given how the past century saw a major drop in daily hat wearing compared to the centuries before. I'd love to give him a fedora before certain internet groups ruined it for me forever. Maybe a newsboy cap. Newsboys caps are sexy. And my dad's favorite hat.

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We are not just friends —Part 6

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

6. Stay.

Chris's brain was barely functioning as they kissed, slowly. Her lips were soft and gentle against his, she was sucking and licking his lips as Chris caress her neck and slide his hand slowly to her lower back. Sofia grabbed his wrist and pulled his down under, to get a hold of her ass and Chris smiled.

“Damn, Sof—” He whispered as he kissed her neck and pull her close, sliding his leg between hers. She gasped when she felt that sweet friction on her pussy, that only encourage Chris more as he moved his hand under her shirt and lifted it, planting kisses on her belly as he goes up.

He's abruptly interrupted as Sofia pushed him off and she quickly straddles him as she planted a firm kiss on his lips. His hands go to her hips making her feel how hard he already was.

“Fuck,” She mumbles against his lips and Chris took that as a cue and moved her against him again, now she fully set down on his clothed dick rubbing her pussy alongside. Chris sat down pushing her further down as he kissed her again, Sofia began moving her hips as she used his shoulder as leverage to move.

The friction was enough to get her going and Chris was kissing her neck, rubbing his beard and holding her close.

“You're so fucking warm,” Sofía said as he pushed her hands under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense as she moans softly at Chris's ear. Chris was about to take off her shirt as an annoying ringtone started blasting from her forgotten hoddie.

“Shit,” Sofía exclaimed as she reached for the hoodie.

“Do you have to get that?” Chris asked as she tried to fish out her phone, never stooping to plant kisses on her neck.

“It's Ron,” She said triumph as she slides her finger and put the thing on her ear. “Hey boss, ” She answered as she played with Chris's hair, dischaved it more.

Chris felt like he was on a cloud, feeling beyond intoxicated as she touched him so lightly. He kept trying to take her shirt off and she swats him shaking her head.

“But-” Chris tried to argue and she mm-uhm at the phone and leans on to kiss him fully on the lips.

“Yeah, sure. I'll be there. I might take a little bit because I'm not on the hotel-yeah, sure. Alright, I'll take a few samples and meet you there.” She said smiling through her voice as she hung up. Sofia let out a sigh and look down at Chris that had to lay down to the grass. “I have to go.”

“You're kidd-wait!” Sofía was quickly on her feet as he almost couldn't move, his dick was painfully hard. “Sof!” He sat down and saw her sliding inside of her jacket and put her backpack on. She walked back inside and kissed him but on the cheek, which took Chris by surprise.

“See you,” She smiled casually, ruffled his hair, and before Chris could even answer she was out.

“Stay,” Chris Whispered as he laid back to the grass and palmed his dick. “Fuck.”

~~

"What the fuck?!” Sofía muttered angrily at herself as she wiped her cellphone and quickly texted her Jiminy Cricket.

I heavily make out with Chris, thoughts?.

Before she could even pocket her phone it rings to like.

“He—

“Fucking finally!.”

“No, Mandy. I never meant it to do that, he was talking about her ex and fucked up shit people do to him and he said he trusted me and I kissed him!” Sofía stressed herself as she tells what happened. “I almost fuck him if it wasn't that Ron called!”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Mandy asked as she shushed someone, it was probably Luke.

“I don't know!” She shouted as she crossed the street and wave down a taxi. “What I'm supposed to do now?,” Sofía asked as she gets in and quickly told the driver the address of the hotel.

“What if I ruined a perfect friendship?, because you know I adore that idiot.”

“Sofía, you need to talk about it then.”

“No fucking way.”

“Are you going to avoid Chris?”

“Fuck yes, until I can look him on the face again. Oh my God!, why I'm such a hoe?, Why I'm like this?” Sofía covers her face as the driver cleared his throat.

“Sof, don't avoid him. Chris is your friend, not some guy…” Amanda told her making her curse under her breath.

“Yes, I know that—I'll a with it later.”

Later, much much later. The meeting went more than amazing, Ron had managed to seal a deal with a bar that was a household of LA, this was a big step in the right direction.

“You did well today, kid. I'm proud of you.” Ron grabbed her shoulder and give it a warm squeeze making Sofía smile.

“Thanks, Ron, it means a lot.”

Ron smiled back at her and keep on chatting with the bar people, the place was packed but she had managed to be on a place that was kind of quiet and her beer kept getting warmer by the second.

“You need a refill?” The barmaid asked her and she nods a few times giving her back the glass. “You okay?” She asked putting back the full pint in front of her.

“I guess,” Sofia sigh and put both elbows on the counter bar. “I kissed one of my closest friends and he kissed me back and now I'm confused as fuck.”

She laughs but understood. “You like him?”

“Yes, besides that he's freaking captain America—” She laughed. “He's great, awesome and we had so much fun together. I've known him for a year now our best friends date each other.”

“So, there's been pressure?”

“You've got no idea, we mostly laugh and joke about it—he was with someone until a couple of months but he slept with her recently and he's avoiding her and I'd kiss him and he kissed me back and if it wasn't that I'd have to come here we were going to sleep together.”

“Alright, you two obviously like each other of any of that wouldn't have happened.”

“Guess so.”

“That doesn't leave much room for thinking, girl.” She wiped the counter and Sofía just hummed.

Her phone started ringing and it was Mandy calling her.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

“Hello, gorg, where you at?”

“I'm still on the bar—”

“I know but where?”

“On the last stall of the bar—why you want to know?” Sofía asked sipping her beer and heard mumble over the phone.

“Just asking for a friend—”

“Mandy no.”

“Mandy yes, you'll thank me later I know, I love yoooooou.” She sings over the phone and Sofía hung up and grunted and started to drink her beer.

“Shit.” Sofía gulped and drank the rest of her beer on one go and asked the barmaid for something stronger—she was going to need it.

“Yeah, I see her. thanks, bro, yeah yeah.” Chris spoke making his way through the crowd of the bar, it wasn't many people. He could easily see her on the back of the bar, chugging down the rest of the beer.

“Sofi,” He spoke sitting on the stall beside her. Sofía gives him a quick look and bites her bottom lip. “You run on me,” Chris said with a smile, seeing her acting this shy was… endearing.

“Yes, I know.” She hummed and nod a few times, still looking forward and made a face. “Sorry, I didn't mean that to happen—I mean, you know. Dude—I don't want you to think that—Chris, fuck. I'm sorry, I don't want to fuck up what we have.” Sofía stumbles over her words, not really knowing what to say because she didn't even know what to think about it. One thing she was sure was that she absolutely didn't want to lose Chris over anything.

“You don't fuck up nothing, sweetheart.” Chris quickly assure her. “Trust me, it's everything alright but we do have to talk about it—

“Chris—

“No, we'll talk about it.” He interrupted, sternly. Sofia sigh and nod a few times as she kept an eye on her boss.

“We can't, my boss is there and there are people and I'm trying to prolong this not talking. So, maybe back at the hotel?”

Chris laughed and Sofia covered her face with her hands, half embarrassed and half smiling. Couldn't help to feel relief that Chris wasn't giving her shit about it, it makes sense what she was saying.

“Alright,” He bows his head to then look back at her, smiling like a freaking ray of sun. “Don't panic, Sof—

“I'm not, It's just—I like you, I really like you, dude. I don't want to fuck this shit up.”

“Baby—it's not,” Chris quickly interrupted shaking his head. “I like you, in all honestly I've wanted to kiss you since I saw you at the bar.”

“Chris… really?”

“Yeah, you kidding me?” He laughed hiding his face under his hat, he was blushing. Sofía laughed and pull his cap down.

“Idiot.” She mutters biting her lip and looked around, at least no one seems to notice him. “I should go to see if Ron needs any help, you wanna stay or…

“I honestly prefer to be alone with you, I can't kiss you here.” He shrugged and Sofía rolled her eyes.

“Christopher.” He laughed again.

“Alright, alright—” He raised his hands and rub his beard. “I'll go to the hotel, okay?”

Sofía nods a few times and he laughs, making her laugh.

“What are we doing!?” She exclaimed putting both hands on her face, embarrassed. Chris couldn't help but hug her, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“We'll figure it out.”

~~

Well shit, finally.

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Flower of Evil Thoughts- Episode 13

I think for Episode 13's post, I'm not going recap the whole thing. I'm just going to talk about some keypoints throughout the episode that really stuck with me as these posts are taking up too much time to write and gather caps for. I hope you understand.

Alright, so... we are starting off Episode 13 showing us a bit of Heeseong's past. And it would seem that from the time he was a kid, he was a pretty mentally screwed up individual. Such as throwing bricks off the roof and killing a dog. And I don't buy for one moment, one MOMENT that he "can't remember" and that he's stressed over school and depressed. That's just an excuse. Like I said. He walks out of the counselor's room, smirks and brushes off his fake crocodile tears. He uses that to get people to feel pity for him.

And would you look at that. There's Hyunsoo and his creepy dad sitting there at the psychiatric center. Do Minseok calls Heeseong out there asking if he knows why he did that. "Yes. It was because of teenage depression caused by academic stress." LOL No it wasn't. That sounds like such a fake, rehearsed line to get people to feel sorry for you. Anybody who pays close enough attention to you, or is just like you *cough*DoMinseok*cough*

"You've never met someone like you. You don't know how to play. You must've been lonely while doing it."

Oh my GOD you creeptastic man! We don't mold and groom people to turn into serial killers and be buddied up while doing it, regardless of how *like you* this kid might be. Well, at least now we know how Heeseong became Do Minseok's accomplice and prodigy. Ughhh ewww... that whole scene actually gave me chills.

Okay, so back to where we left off last episode. You know, just Heeseong and his father casually dumping Soon Young's body into the trunk of their car and finding out Hyunsoo and is wife are there at the house. Hyunsoo and Jiwon have arrived at the place they weren't planning to arrive, surprise! Or is it... trash mom looks a little nervewracked over the fact that they're just randomly showing up there. She keeps peeking and checking corners to make sure Heeseong isn't within eyeshot. It's not like a murder was just committed in the middle of the hallway of her house after all. She tries to pull the "I'm feeling tired. I'd like for you to come back tomorrow."

Jiwon interrupts with "I know everything." Uh oh...

So they're in, they're sitting down. Trash mom is all agitated again.

"What do you know and how much do you know?" her fidgety ass gets on my nerves.

Without missing a beat, Jiwon looks her dead in the eye.

"What are you hiding and how much are you hiding?" Girl YASSSSS.

And then they start pulling the whole "you know who your husband really is, and so you'll just accept that?"

"First of all, I want you to know, that I'm on his side no matter what happens."

Damn right she is. That's her man. Whether his name is Do Hyunsoo or Baek Heeseong, that her is MAN and she's got his back. She loves him and she will support him, regardless of what happens because that's what a strong wife does.

So trash dad says there are many things the 4 of them could talk about it.

"There's not only four of us. There's one more person this house, right? Where is he?" LOL GIRRRRRRRLLLLL. I REALLY love her. My badass female lead. She's not wasting ANY time.  And they sure did not waste any time in showing Heeseong hooked up and supposedly in that coma. Claiming he could die at any moment. Oh, please. You can't keep this a secret forever.

"We revealed all the secrets we have." LMAO NO YOU HAVE NOT. LYING SACKS A SHIT.

The way Jiwon and Hyunsoo are looking at each other, they BOTH know something is up and that something is not right.

Ohhh, Hyunsoo, you're brave but playing a VERY dangerous game here. I had a feeling that SOMEHOW this trap he set to catch Yeom Sangchul was going to backfire. But Hyunsoo is right. The person who made a deal with Yeom Sangchul to kill him, the person who offered double the amount of money, the ONLY person who knew he'd struck a deal with Yeom Sangchul that night, who knew the exact amount of money he paid Yeom Sangchul was trash dad,  Baek Manwoo. He also wanted him to kill Park Kyung Choon and was going to pay him to leave quietly. All signs point to there's some seriously shady business going on with Baek Manwoo, and I think Jiwon knows this, no matter how much he and his wife try and play up the innocent act.

"I believe I underestimated you." Well, they definitely handled that well.

"Hyunsoo, it's not me." Thing is, trash dad isn't lying. He's not the accomplice for the murders, but he knows who is and him trying to fake both Hyunsoo and Jiwon out is very obvious. If only they knew that Heeseong is not in a coma.

Oh look, the lights just conveniently go out... and here's how we find out that Yeom Sangchul did not go to the summer house. Because Heeseong tells him not to. This guy is really really smart. He's so smart, he's cunning and having that kind of person for a serial killer is rather terrifying if you ask me.

"Something is off. Something doesn't feel right, but I can't figure out what that is."

Jiwon, you're so close... You KNOW something isn't right and I think Hyunsoo can feel it too.

Also, HYUNSOO DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING IN THAT BASKET. DAMMIT. This is going to be how they frame him for the housemaid's murder. I just know it. He's literally handling everything in that basket and getting his fingerprints all over it. They plotted the whole thing with the lights going out, the candles, the mother dropping the basket of items with a tape roll in it.

They had to figure out how they were going to frame Hyunsoo, and this was too perfect. They are so ahead of the game that it's terrifying, and Heeseong is loving it because it really IS all just a game to him. He's a really scary and creepy character. His calculations are spot on with everything. I'm curious how this is going to turn out when Hyunsoo and Jiwon find out Heeseong is alive and out of his coma and he's the one doing this. I really can't get a read on Gong Mija... is she doing this because she fears for her life hence her almost seemingly reluctance? Or is she doing this because Heeseong's her son? I mean she tried to kill him twice now, so...

"Hyunsoo, I've always thought of you as family. That much I was sincere about."

Is she being serious right now? I mean here she is helping frame him for a murder he didn't commit, but is she also cooperating with Heeseong because she doesn't want her son to kill her on one of his crazy rampages? I think she's afraid of her son and fears for her life, but that she actually does care for Hyunsoo because she knows Hyunsoo is not a monster of a man that everyone has spent years making him out to be? I don't know. It's so strange... she's hard to get a read on.

"No matter what you thought of me, I have never wondered what you sincerely felt, not even once."

What does he mean by saying this? That he doesn't really care what she felt? That maybe he actually knows she's always cared for him? Or that maybe she's never given him a reason to wonder about what she sincerely felt in regards to him? The way she's watching him though as he places everything back into the basket she dropped, particularly when he grabs the roll of tape, is unsettling... I really don't get her. Why would she say that? Is she on his side and is just being used by her son and husband? Or is she on her family's side and enjoying plotting against Hyunsoo, tricking him and then framing him for murder? I can't figure her out yet... she's too back and forth and very inconsistent.

Wow... they're very thorough with framing Hyunsoo for this murder. To the point he's pulling hairs out and putting them in their car. More evidence for the police to find that Hyunsoo is the murderer. Heeseong is one formidable foe. He looks far too amused while sprinkling her hair everywhere. As they say in kdrama, AISH!!!

Alright, who's smoking cigarettes and watching Haesoo...? Is there someone else we don't know about?? Does she have a target on her back too? Can we think at all of who smokes in this drama? Has there been anything suggesting a character like that? Also, the person's handprint is on the window. I would think Haesoo would want to tell the cops this...?

You know, I'm with Jiwon on this. I really wish Hyunsoo would stop getting himself involved, but it's almost like he can't help himself. I mean I can't really blame him. Being pushed into almost committing murder (Park Kyung Choon), being told to leave quietly, having a hit put on his life, his wife finding out who he really is, almost having to leave his entire life and family behind and spending the rest of his life on the run? That's a lot for one man to deal with, but if he'd stop getting himself involved, maybe things wouldn't go so far south. Oh who am I kidding. This is kdrama.

And god love him, he's scared to the core for the safety of his family. The very idea that someone like that could exist in his life makes him sick, and the fact that they could reach Jiwon and Eunha terrifies him. This is definitely one of the WORST times he could've picked to discover he has emotions. I feel so sorry for him right now, because  he's doing what every loving father and husband would around the world. He's wanting to protect his family. And I love how Jiwon tells him that they're stronger than that serial killer. I love how they smile at each other, that seems to give him confidence. that she covers his trembling hand with hers to comfort him. Jiwon is so amazingly strong. I just love her. I can't stop loving this incredible character. I may even love her as equally as I love Hyunsoo.

JEONG MISOOK IS ALIVE AND I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT!!! I called it from the VERY START of them saying they never found her body and that she is still missing. Kdrama rules. If the body is missing, it likely means that person is alive somewhere. But still I KNEW she wasn't dead. It was a feeling I had since before Park Kyung Choon tried to kill Hyunsoo. It would seem she has no memory of anything. She didn't even know her own name, so it makes me wonder just what happened to this woman?? Hmmm... and how is Sangchul going to use her for insurance? Insurance of what? Is he going to go up against Heeseong now and use Jeong Misook being alive to his advantage? This is definitely interesting.

It's 2:31am and Hyunsoo is getting a call that's waking him. I think that's me every time someone wakes me up haha. That's a pretty late time in the night to be calling anyone though. Annnnd it's Heeseong. That much is obvious. He starts mentioning Jiwon and Eunha claiming he's a fan, but it's more than obvious by the total creep factor of his voice that he indirectly threatening Hyunsoo's family. And Hyunsoo knows this. He can feel it. And the anxiety and fear in him is high now. His family has a target on their backs.

What does he do? Search up the location of the phone number and leaves... oh NO. DO NOT leave the house!!! This is the perfect opportunity they have to continue to frame you for murder. They will use the "You left the house for awhile last night, so where were you?" Hyunsoo, I admire your fierce determination to protect your family and to continue to put together pieces of the puzzle, but this is REALLY REALLY bad... and OOHHHH there's a dash cam on someone's car!!! I mean I get that they're on vacation, but please tell me that dash cam might come into play??

Inside the payphone box written on the wall is

"Hide and seek. I can see you, but you cannot see me." And we know Heeseong wrote that specifically for Hyunsoo. He knew that Hyunsoo would come to that pay phone trying to find him. He's having far too much fun with this. It's nervewracking how calculating he is.

And naturally, people cleaning up the woods would find the body. Of course. Hyunsoo left the house, went to the pay phone and that body is likely buried very close to where he was at. And poor Hyunsoo. He's so stressed out and nervous about the indrectly threatening phone call he received, that while he's pouring breakfast smoothies he made for his family, he doesn't realize he's spilling it out all over the table. Instead, he keeps repeating the sound of the voice from last night's call and comparing it to the accomplice's voice in the threatening message he sent years ago. He knows they're the same.

Jiwon asks if her hubby is okay because he's thinking so hard about something he's spilling smoothie everywhere. Then sweet little Eunha comes running with a hairclip for her daddy to put in her hair for her. Makes me wonder how often he's went shopping with Eunha, picked out little hair clips and things for her as well as do her hair for her in the mornings before school? It's such a sweet thing between father and daughter. But ohhhh, Eunha. Why do kids have such big mouths? Lol He left early this morning and she saw? Ohhhh noooo... Busted. Jiwon knows you left. And saved by the bell. Or rather, the phone ringing. It's not like he can just start telling his family right there in front of the both of them that he received a passive aggressive call last night indirectly threatening their lives.

Eunha's little "Fighting, mom!" Was soooo cute as Jiwon rushes off to work.

I love how protective Hyunsoo is over his precious little girl.

"Eunha, look at daddy. Did you talk to a stranger recently?" "No." "You didn't think first." "Hmmm? No." "Never go anywhere with a stranger. What are the rules?" "I will not go anywhere with a stranger. An adult doesn't ask a kid for help. Mom, Dad or Grandma would never ask someone else to come pick up Eunha."

Look at their big smiles. I love how holds her face in his hands and tells her she did well.

Awww baby girl is hungry! How is she SO CUTE!?

"Dad! My stomach gurgled! Did you hear that?" And when he puts his ear up against Eunha's belly. Goodness my heart melted but then cracked at the same time. I'm so scared for this little family. I'm scared to death for Eunha... she's so precious and innocent. Heeseong worked for human traffickers that also kidnapped and sold off children. I'm so afraid for her. I'm so scared something is going to happen to her.

Alright, so the thumbnail is missing on Soon Young's body again. What is it about Heeseong's obsession with fingernails?? He collects the ones on the left hand from his victims while also biting off his own on his left hand. Is this just how he commemorates the killings of his victims? By collecting their nails? Ughhh GOD he is just so GROSS.

Noona is back at Hyunsoo's shop and confirms to Hyunsoo that the accomplice can't be Baek Manwoo because during the time that he was meeting up with them, someone was watching her. Hyunsoo tells Haesoo about the strange call he received in the middle of the night. Thank GOD she knows this!! This is actually really important, I feel. I'm almost hoping that Haesoo contacts Jiwon to tell her about this after everything goes down. I don't like that Hyunsoo is keeping this a secret from Jiwon. I get why, but I wish he'd tell her. I feel like this is really important. And now Moojin is telling them about the body being found and that it was missing a thumbnail, because neither had any clue about anyone being murdered.

The fact that they found her notebook and her notes inside shows the direct connection she had with the murderer. Jiwon looks unsettled as she's reading the notes and wondering who she'd be referring to when she says "If you do this again, I'll tell madam and Director Baek." And of COURSE the body would be found in Makmun-dong... the same location Hyunsoo was at last night when he was checking where the phone call he received had come from. UGH! The Baeks had this too well planned. How frustrating...

And now that they have identified the body, Sunbae is informing Jiwon that it's her in-law's housemaid. Jiwon thinks back to last night on their drive home when Hyunsoo states he needs to meet with the housemaid. She knows something isn't right and rushes out stating she has something to confirm urgently.

I'm really trying to understand Heeseong's obsession with Hyunsoo. Why is he so obsessed with him? Does it have to do with the fact he's Do Minseok's son? Is there something he has planned in regards to him?

Moojin says something here that I feel is really important.

"Serial killers can't contain their urge to kill. Perhaps it was because they were in a situation where they couldn't do anything for the last 18 years."

He's right. Heeseong was in a coma. That's why he couldn't do anything. That's why the serial killings stopped. I'm sure he worked behind the scenes for awhile with the human trafficking ring, but the night he hit Hyunsoo with the car and tried to bury him alive? That's when everything stopped. His family even went to so far as to lie and state he left the country and was studying abroad. I mean really now.

Awww, Hyunsoo doesn't want his sister being alone and very unsafe and exposed, so he tells her that she needs to stay with Moojin. I'm not really a fan of their pairing, but I do love the fact that Hyunsoo is entrusting her safety to someone. Honestly, I'd rather it be Moojin because there's nobody else out there he can ask or trust to care for her and keep her safe. He makes Moojin promise him that he won't leave Noona alone and that he'll keep her safe.

Hyunsoo, Yeom Sangchul is not someone you can use so easily to get close to the accomplice, especially now that Sangchul has his own ideas and isn't so willing to cooperate with Heeseong now.

I'm really wondering what plans Sangchul has for Jeong Misook. He's not sympathetic over her having it rough. He's gonna get paid? How? Obviously he knows that Baek Heeseong is the accomplice and a serial killer, but since he failed to kill Misook, what are his plans to use this to his advantage? I have to do more thinking on this. If you guys have any ideas of what you think he's going to do, please tell me so we can plot and speculate.

Okay, so Jiwon is fingerprinting her husband and comparing the fingerprints. I'm not so sure she willingly believes that her husband went out in the middle of the night and committed a murder on Soon Young. I think Jiwon knows something is definitely up, because she knows Hyunsoo wouldn't just suddenly at the drop of a hat decide to randomly commit a murder after everything they've been through and after revealing his whole life to her. He had plenty of opportunities where he could have committed murder, but the very idea of it sickens him. He expressed that much on their drive home from the Baek's.

Heeseong continues to disturb the hell out of me more and more. He might love and worship his mother, but I get the feeling that if she made one wrong move, he wouldn't hesitate to murder her ass too. And I think the mother is terrified of her son so she's trying to be careful not to make the wrong move. She doesn't want to set off her serial killer son after all. And just like I said, I KNEW they were going to use Hyunsoo picking up all those items, especially the roll of tape, to their advantage. I knew she was in on setting this trap for him. And she seems almost guilty that she did that, after remembering Hyunsoo gently pulling a string of fuzz out of her hair.

Hyunsoo is calling Yeom Sangchul from the burner phone... And who answers? Well SHIT now. Hyunsoo knows that Jeong Mi Sook is alive!!! And I also feel like this is VERY important and needs to be paid close attention to.

Jiwon enters the shop and starts questioning where Hyunsoo was at. Was it Makmun-dong? So Jiwon tells him who's body they found, and that she was in charge of taking care of a person who's in a coma and that she was the Baek's housemaid? She tells him the fingerprints on the tape turned out to be his, all the while shedding tears.

At first I thought, Jiwon are you kidding me? You're a DETECTIVE. You KNOW where the two of you were last night. You KNOW that your husband disappeared from your side very briefly to help "mother" gather up items she dropped everywhere. You KNOW what kind of man your husband is so WHY are you suspecting him of murder now!? This is NOT your style, this is VERY inconsistent of your character, as well as your claim of "no matter what happens, I'll stand beside him." Those were my first thoughts upon all of this when she tells him he's a murder suspect and she's arresting him without a warrant.

Also, I knew the mother would tell the police that she suspects Do Hyunsoo murdered the housemaid. This whole entire thing orchestrated between the 3 Baeks was too well thought out and too well done. Now the entire police force believes him to be a true murderer and that he's guilty. My stomach just twisted. Sunbae just told all of them that Hyunsoo is Jiwon's husband... oh god...

CAN PEOPLE FOR REAL STOP FRAMING HYUNSOO FOR LIKE FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!? OMG!!! It's unbelievingly frustrating!!!!

Anyway, I don't think Jiwon is suspecting her husband of murder. I think she starts to cry because she knows that he's being framed. She also knows that police are going to find out and will be showing up to arrest him as a murder suspect, so she wants to arrest him first. She even tells him that they will make sure he does not get punished for what he didn't do. Jiwon knows that her husband did not murder that woman and that he's been framed. Jiwon is doing this protect him. She's wanting to take him to the police station because honestly he would be safest there while giving his statement as well, but she is not telling her husband this, because she herself wants to get to the bottom of who's framing him once again. That's what I truly believe. Jiwon has her own agenda, and it makes it hard because she and Hyunsoo are not on the same page.

Hyunsoo seems legit heartbroken that his wife believes him to be a murder suspect. So much to the point that he sees the image of his father, has a flashback to his father telling him this.

"Love can be very cunning. It is very sly. It makes you think you can solve everything, but in the end, it betrays you. Hyunsoo, listen to me carefully. When you feel the urge to trust somebody one day, it means you're becoming weak."

Okay, yes, he is distraught by this. He's genuinely hurt because he thinks Jiwon doesn't believe him. That Jiwon doesn't trust him anymore, so much so that it crushes him and makes him see his father once more telling him this. Jiwon gives him that look because she remembers him "seeing" things before that wasn't there. The fact that his wife would believe for even a moment that  he could be capable of killing anyone has sent Hyunsoo's mental health on a bad decline once again, and I am so worried for him...

"Tell me something. Do you believe me?"

Jiwon can only say "What?" Because I don't think she realizes what's happening to her husband's mental stability right now thanks to her.

"Or deep down inside, do you believe that I really could have killed her?" He tearfully tells her "If you don't even believe me, then who else in the world would believe me?"

And now, here's where I believe Hyunsoo shuts of those emotions long enough to put his own agenda into play. He's not going to trust anyone anymore, because all it's been doing is getting him hurt, getting people out wanting to kill him, putting his family's lives in danger, and even making his wife not believe in him. Like hell he's going to that police station when the lives of his family are in danger and he knows it. I'm pretty sure I know what Hyunsoo is doing. For this moment, he's throwing away love.

It suggests as much from the preview for Ep 14, but it appears to me that he's setting his own trap.

For one, I will say, he's definitely heartbroken over the fact (at least through Hyunsoo's eyes) that his own wife seemingly does not believe nor trust that he did not kill Park Soon Young, so I can understand his hurt here. I think my heart ached for him too. However, I fully believe that the CCTV was a set up, as well as him "attacking" his wife and holding a blade to her throat. That was a set up too.I believe he was trying to show hostility toward his wife to better her chances and give the accomplice less of a reason to want to go after her. Also, back when he attacked Moojin, he had no CCTV set up in his shop at that point in time, because why would he? It's his OWN shop. There's literally zero reason to have a CCTV in there, especially when he never did before. His shop is right below his house. At least I don’t recall ever seeing one in there til this episode. All he did was lock the doors and close the blinds. There was no unplugging cameras at all.

He points Jiwon toward the monitor and he's turning this into a "hostage" situation because now he's been framed, yet again, for ANOTHER murder he didn't commit, and he knows that that accomplice knows about his family. He knows that the strange call he received at 2:31am was from the accomplice and that his family is ultimately in danger and being targeted. He's creating a hostage situation and is going to do his best to get Jiwon and Eunha somewhere safe. I fully and 100% believe this, because that's Hyunsoo's style and because of the preview for the episode. Like him telling his wife in a very gentle voice "We'll see each other again. Don't look at me like I'm going off to die. Wish me luck instead." Also, they're running off together hand in hand. Jiwon doesn't look like she fears for her life.

It would seem like cheap writing for her to just suddenly start randomly suspecting her husband of murder. It's not Jiwon't style and it's horribly inconsistent to her character up til now. I think both Hyunsoo and Jiwon have their own agendas because Hyunsoo kept the secret of the phone call from Jiwon, and Jiwon knows that someone is trying to have him killed, namely the Baeks. Hyunsoo is using the logical side of himself rather than reacting through the emotional side, because emotions CAN make you weak and now he needs to be as calculating in this game as Heeseong does. Now it's his turn to play Hide and Seek while finding out that Heeseong is the accomplice.

My heart is pumping now and I cannot WAIT til next week!!! It's going to be a very long, agonizing wait, these next 5 days.

[lareinenoir]

•Its Enough• PT II

Loki × Reader

⚠ WARNING ⚠ FLUFF, MAKING OUT, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LANGUAGE, RARE SWEARING, MAY BE SENSITIVE TO SOME READERS

A/N: Hope you guys like this. Idk how many words. If you haven't read PT one, then go to the magnifying glass and type, loki x reader. No cap tho, I was kinda horny while writing some of this🙈. To much information? Yeah? Ok...Imma just go and let you read. Byeeee 🤗

*****

"Brother? What are you doing up?" Asks Thor walking into the kitchen.

It was rather early in the morning and Thor was always the first one awake in the tower. Loki living there was only temporary. The rest of the avengers weren't truly convinced he had changed, so he and Y/N lived in the tower. Where all eyes were on him.

"Trying to make Y/N her favorite breakfast. She likes pancakes and orange juice.

"Has she tried a delicious poptart. I care for the strawberry and shocolate milkashake."

"Thor, that seems to be the only thing you talk about. Im sorry, but Y/N will not be feasting on Tart pops." Said Loki rolling his eyes "It looks more like a dessert then breakfast."

"Poptart."

"Thats what I said. Tart pops." Loki replied rolling his eyes.

"The midgardians do love their pastries and concentrated food." He nods "Speaking of, have you seen the poptarts? At all?"

Loki wasn't going to entertain this anymore. A little part of him was stressed as he continued to make eggs. He was very focused on that. The where abouts of Thor's precious poptarts was the least of his concerns.

"I'd like to inform you all that Miss. L/N is approaching the door." Said J.A.R.V.I.S

Soon there was a knock and Loki scrambled to make sure everything was perfect. Thor was still scrounging through the cabinets, looking for pop tarts as Loki scrambled to get the door.

"Morning." She waved, but was greeted by a kiss. "Wow. That was very very pleasant." Y/N blushed "Do it again?"

Loki chuckled and spun her around, kissing her hand. "I haven't had the honor of staring at your face in a long time."

"You saw me last night. I face timed you remember?" Y/N giggles standing on her tip toes, kissing his chin.

"I remember how strange it was. That magic box was showing me your face and I could hear you almost so clearly. Like you were right in front of me." He sighed looking down at her face "And you said it wasn't sorcery."

"It isn't." Y/N laughed "That 'magic box' is called an IPhone." She replied using air quotes "Its how we communicate. The technology here is very advanced. You can face time, call, text, watch videos from all over the world. All at your fingertips."

"You know where else I wish was my fingertips were, pet?" He asks with a sly grin, making Y/N cover her mouth to hide how much her cheeks hurt from heat rising to them.

It was meant to be amusing, but Y/N was quite shy about the topic. She didn't really know what to say when Loki would talk like that. Y/N wasn't really experienced.

"Speaking of the magic box, I found a vizio on the Jue tube and have a little surprise for you."

"Oh? A surprise? And its video, Loki. YouTube, not Jue tube."

Taking his hand, Y/N was walked into the kitchen and was greeted by all the avengers. "Morning everyone!" She said

They all responded and she couldn't help but look back at Loki. He didn't look to happy. "May we join you for breakfast?"

"Yeah." Nodded Pepper who was chowing down on pancakes. "Their isn't any syrup, Tony never put it on the list."

"I will pick some up later." Tony nods "J.A.R.V.I.S, add syrup to the shopping list."

"And Orange Juice." Bruce shouts

"Am I the only one here who enjoys apple juice rather than Orange?" Asks Natasha

"Yes!" All the avengers nod

"Y/N which one do you prefer?" Asks the captain, gulping down some of the orange juice.

"I like orange juice too. Sorry, Nat." Y/N giggles "What about you, Loki?"

But he was angry. The tight line on his lips, his eyebrows sewn together made everyone look very surprised. "You imbeciles!" He shouts "This was breakfast made for Y/N. Not you!"

"Loki-"

"I made breakfast for Y/N! You savages are stuffing your face, and wonder why you have such a big gut!"

"Just to let you know, I didn't eat anything. I'm looking for the poptarts." Thor says "Keep your anger towards them."

"Enough! One more time I have to hear about those ghastly pastries, Tart Pops I'll drive my dagger through your chest!" He finishes shouting, then knocking over a vase and storming out.

"Loki! Wait-"

The avengers, one by one, stood up. They felt a little bad but the captain made his way over to her. "I am sorry about the breakfast."

"I'll go talk to him. Maybe calm him down a bit." She answers back going after Loki.

Y/N hadn't really seen Loki get angry, but there hasn't really been anything to get angry over. Calling his name again, Y/N sees him pouting.

Pouting.

What an odd sight...

It was kind of amusing to see the god of mischief pouting like a child.

"I can't believe you made breakfast for me." She cooes sitting down on the edge of his bed. Taking a hold of his pale hands, Y/N laced them with hers and kissed them softly. "It was really sweet of you."

Loki felt her head lean on his shoulder and he sighed. "You didn't even get to eat it." He replied "I should go back there and turn them all into rats."

"But you won't." Giggled Y/N "Its the thought that counts."

"Maybe I could have the chance to make you breakfast again, pet."

"Sure. If that will flip that silly frown upside down." She says laying kisses on his cheek.

"I'm sorry what? Upside down frown?" He questions "I must sound really incompetent. Do explain."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N looked at him. "A frown upside down is a smile. I think I'll keep the metaphors to a minimum."

"Right." He nods bringing her forehead to his. "You're absolutely ravishing." Loki mutters, putting his lips on her nose. "I've been stuck in this place all weekend. I think Monday is my favorite day."

"Is that so?" She giggles pushing him onto the bed, straddling his waste.

"Quite." He nods as she lays kisses along his neck. A soft moan, leaves his throat. "Stark complains about Monday all the time. Besides, It's the only day you don't have to work and I have you all to my self."

"Then. I. Am. A. Lucky. Girl." She winked in between kisses, pulling his shirt from over his head, throwing it to the side. "You actually look really good in our clothes." Y/N commented, pulling off her own, top. "Very...sexy."

"I like that word." He chuckled, rubbing his lips together. "It's another way to say-" Y/N didn't let him finish. She crushes her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Of course Loki knew of this kiss, putting it into practice was the best part.

The two liked to battle as there tongues grazed each others mouths, searching for something and how tight Loki's grip got around her body, made it even better.

Moaning into each others mouths made Loki pull back to see her swollen lips. He pecked it a bit and felt her run her fingers through his jet black hair, with sly little smirks smeared equally upon their faces.

"You my dear pet," says Loki, reaching for the back of her bra to unhook it. "are positively the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on." He whispers in her ear, giving Y/N chills down her back, as Loki tosses her bra to the side of the bed.

"Tell me more." She said back, not just the cool air making her nipples perk up and get hard, along with the man just below her pants.

Loki loved whispering things to Y/N. He loved how the little goosebumps trailed up her arms, neck, back made her moan his name beggingly.

"Hey Loki!" Said Bruce barging in "Have you seen the toaster? J.A.R.V.I.S said you were having trouble with-"

"OH MY GOSH!" Y/N screamed getting off Loki to grab a pillow to cover herself. "WHAT THE HELL! DON'T YOU KNOCK!"

"What's going on in here?" Asks Steve walking in too

Soon everyone was in the room shouting at each other. Everyone very confused about what was happening.

"HOLD ON A SEC!" Tony shouts, louder than everyone and that grabs their attention. "What the hell is going on."

"I was just asking about the toaster for Thor's poptarts. Clint thought it'd be a good idea to introduce him to the heated version."

"And that gave you the right to just barge in?" Asks Y/N still a bit upset, but laughing at the same time. "Unbelievable."

"You all grown more irritating by the second." Loki says between his teeth

"Why don't we give them their privacy." Wanda suggests. Natasha nodding her head agreeing.

"What about the toaster?" Asks Thor "I'd very much like to try-"

"Forget about it, buddy." Clint answered back, ushering everyone out.

"Finally." Sighed Y/N, hearing the door shut. Her sneaky smirk returning.

"I thought they'd never leave." He yanks her arms, back onto the bed. A littls squeal escapes and they just laugh, kissing each other inbetween. Loki now settled, somewhat, inbetween her legs.

"Hey guys." The door swings open again.

"DAMNIT TONY!" Yelled Y/N getting more annoyed. He had his hands over his eyes.

"I'm not a peeker." He says reaching into his pocket. With a swift motion, he tossed a little package their way.

"Really Tony!" She sighed but also laughing at it, and Loki couldn't help but do it too. "A condom?"

"Stay safe kids." He then exits the room

"Don't worry, we'll put this to some good use." Whispers Loki into Y/N ear

[kpopimaginee]

Forced Relationship ●PART 2●

Click here to read part 1:

Let's read part 2:

❓💬 NCT Taeyong x female reader

❔💬 PART 2: no warnings ✕

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Today is the day I will meet with Taeyong for the first time on MAMA Music Awards. I searched his name over and over again stressing about our future relationship. I was worried about a lot of things, one of them was what that a lot of people on the internet told that he is homosexual:

"Honey, of course, he is gay, he cuddled with Ten on this video, here take a look: [...]",

"Maybe he is bisexual, why do you asses someone's sexuality so fastly...", "I don't care! Who cares if he is gay OMGGGG"

*I read a lot... I just didn't want him to feel uncomfortable with me... I don't care about myself, I can suffer...*

*I bet he is thinking about me too. Or maybe he is doing something important and he doesn't have time for stupid things.*

*On the MAMA Music Awards*

*The backstage*

Ruby: Are you ready to meet your prince?

Ruby pushed me in the arm.

Annie: Stop talking about it, you will stress her out!

Y/N: Ahhh girls I'm really scared.

Annie: You see? She is already worrying enough.

Jade: Oh my God, it's only a booooy, stop making so much fuss about it. You are going to be fine. If he tries something on you, we will find him and-

Annie: And tickle him.

Ruby: Tickle him.

Y/N: No tickling needed!!-

Manager #1: Girls it's time for you to take sits! Follow this man, he will tell you where to go!

My manager: Heads up!

My manager stopped me by putting a hand in front of me:

My manager: I made sure that NCT and Taeyong will sit just behind you girls. It's going to be okay, take care.

Y/N: I know it is, thanks to you. Good luck Manager.

I and girls headed to our places. We walked by the stage.

Y/N in your mind: *OH MY GOD I SEE TAEYONG!! I will not tell girls, they will think I care only about him 24/7.*

Annie: I see our sits!

*Oh God, walk straight, head up*

Ruby: Our managers made sure that we have a nice view of a stage!

I noticed Taeyong looking at me. I took only a glance and tried to look like I don't see him.

His stare is really intimidating. I feel he is looking at me all this time. He must know that it's me.

We greeted everyone and so do they.

I sat just in front of him.

*Oh no, we sat so close to each other he can literally frickin' smell me, I can't sit comfortably*

I tried to look classy and confident, just how they taught me to be.

Some guy walked to us and asked in English: "Hello, here is water for you girls"

Y/N: "Khansamnida"

The guy walked to other and I heard a deep voice say:

"Khansamnida"

*Oh God, that was Taeyong's voice.*

I started trembling.

Jade: Y/N, are you okay?

This question made me shy as Taeyong could here me.

Y/N: Of course, I just need to drink some water.

I took a sip of water.

Ruby: I wonder where your ...

Y/N I started to speak at the same time as her so Taeyong can't hear her. I predicted that she will talk about him.

"...guy... OMG IS THAT BLACKPINK... is"

I shouted and pointed my finger at Jisoo.

*OMG I shouted so loud, Taeyong must think I'm a girl released straight from the zoo*

*Quickly! I need to act cute*

I turned my head to Ruby and started poking her dimples.

Thank God Ruby played along with me.

*Situation under control*

The show started. We were having fun and I stopped worrying that much about Taeyong being at my back.

We danced to BTS, EXO and Momoland.

And now was time for blackpink's performance.

I started to dance, maybe more like move my hands while we were sitting, along with "Kill This Love".

I had so much fun. Suddenly the camera pointed at me dancing to the chorus:

LET'S, KILL THIS LOOOVE

I saw myself on the screens. Abruptly I saw Taeyong behind me happily laughing and clapping his hands to my dancing with the NCT and Stray Kids. I got embarrassed and put my hands over my mouth. Everyone started laughing at my cuteness (of course they were laughing positively)

Everyone was having a good time as Annie's manager walked to us telling that we need to prepare for our performance.

We walked backstage to our room. We changed our dresses to clothes for performing. My costume looked like this:

I felt really uncomfortable. But stylist assured that I need to wear this and that stage costumes and makeups need to be visible to bring us more recognition.

My group gathered to an exit to stage. We waited for Seokjn and Chanyeol to announce our song in Korean. We still didn't know the Korean language that well so one woman that was working for preparing this show stood next to us so she can gesticulate when it's our time to go.

We heard our groups name and the woman pointed at us to go on stage.

Everyone cheered when we appeared on the stage.

When I'm on stage I don't care about anything but performing as good as I can.

The music started. I heard fanchants even when I had in-ear monitors on. That was a fantastic feeling to be appreciated so much in a country that has such a different style from ours.

I'm a singer, rapper and dancer in my group. It seemed that the audience cheered louder on my parts of the song. I was happy about that only because I wanted to seem good in Taeyong's eyes.

Our song finished and we walked from the stage.

Managers:

"You guys were just incredible!!"

"Good job"

"That was amazing"

"Great high note Jade!"

I was so proud of the girls. We did our best.

We changed our clothes again and went to sit in the same seats. Everyone looked at us. I saw Johnny and Mark whispering to Taeyong. I quickly went shy as I was sure it was about me. They greeted us again.

Later it was NCT 127's part to perform "Cherry Bomb".

Everyone was excited and screaming as they started to sing. I looked at Taeyong the whole time. He was beyond perfect.

Later the performance ended and I still didn't speak to Taeyong.

We were living in Seoul in a fantastic apartment.

As soon as I walked through the door I wiped my makeup and went to sleep. We all did. We didn't even talk as we were so tired.

Suddenly I got woke up by someone. I slept so hard that when I saw my manager waking me up I got scared and screamed.

Manager: Shhhhhh

I saw my friends still sleeping like rocks.

Manager: Oh God, I didn't want to scare you so much, I'm sorry!

Y/N: It's ok... But what happened?

Manager: It's time for a meeting with Taeyong.

Y/N: What are you talking about! What time is it?

Manager: Shhhhhh

Manager: It's 5 AM

Y/N: Whaaaat?? Why so early?

Manager: Come one, dress up, I will tell you later.

I quickly dressed up and put just a little makeup on.

Manager: Wear this.

He handed me a black mask on my mouth.

Y/N: Why do I need it?

Manager: No one can see where are you going. Your relationship must be totally discrete.

Y/N: Alrigh-

Manager: Also- wear this cap and those glasses.

I didn't say anything, I just wanted to have it all done.

So we went to SM Entertainment.

I slept all the way there.

When we arrived, the first thing I saw was a really weirdly shaped building. But when we walked in there my jaw literally dropped. It was so modern and fancy I couldn't speak.

Manager: Hello, we had an appointment with Mr. H-...

I was so amazed by the interior I stopped listening to the conversation between my manager and the receptionist.

Receptionist: ... Room 519.

Manager: Thank you! Y/N let's go.

We used an elevator. I wasn't scared earlier but now my heart started to beat really fast. I was sweating too.

Manager: Here that's the floor.

Manager: Wow they have a really good taste...

We looked at every painting there was. The whole corridor looked really innovative.

Manager: Here we go- room number 519, let's knock.

The end of part 2

[mama-ghostie-61542]

A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for language and themes

If you recognize it, IT AIN'T MINE.

Sorry for the OOC-ness

Chapter 4

Wolf--

"If I hear the word 'Mom' anytime in the next five minutes, you are, all three, gonna lose grandparent privilege's! Enough with the fighting. 'Kala, you need to get over there and do your homework."

"But, Mom," my younger son shouted. "I can't do it alone."

"Yes, you can, dear. All you have to do is write the words in the blanks."

Mornings here were always crazy. This year, they got worse, with all three kids home all day and me working three jobs from home, while taking a few classes to keep up my certification. But what would do my head in were the constant conflicts of scheduling the boys services around project deadlines. Especially when my childless brother was my boss...One of them.

A text came through ~'Hey, Bry, do you have those reports ready? I have to submit them to the bank this afternoon.'

Loveland Demolition was well known in the Midwest, and had been doing well before the pandemic, but now, we were expanding again. I dug around in my ever expanding pile of outgoing paperwork for the fax copy of the expense reports my brother wanted. Why everything with this end of the family business went through me, I would never know. Maybe it was because he had named me our VP of NE Operations. Like I didn't have a decent job already. I mean, I didn't get my Doctorate for it to look pretty on my wall.

Speaking of, I have a class in 15 minutes. Botany of Common Herbs.

I sent off a quick message, ~ I faxed them yesterday. Did you not get them before the boys did?~

My brothers pit bulls were notorious for grabbing the pages as they fell out of the fax machine and shredding them.

A few minutes later, he replied, ~Dammit, Pita! The Pain got 'em. Already in transit?~

~Yep. UPS grabbed it yesterday. Email?~

~Ok. No. Need hard copy. Will reschedule with the bank. Do good in class today!~

About that time I got a plastic cup thrown in my general direction with my oldest son yelling, "More water! Please, Mommy."

Thankfully, my Botany Professor understands me being a little late, as she has a Downie of her own.

I get his water, and as I am standing at the sink for a few seconds extra to breathe, I feel a cold spot on one hip and the pressure of a thumb on my cheek.

'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.'

I smile as the feeling, and the ghost of his smiling eyes fades. How does he always know when the stress is getting to me and just what to say; just what to do. It's like I don't have to say a word, he just knows.

Great....Now I am gonna be all giggly the rest of the day. Probably gonna get an email from my Professor, too; nosy old bat.

Kihyun PoV

It was almost 22:00 when I felt the wobble in thin silver thread that connected us. As I reached for it, I felt her stress and frustration start to bleed through and somehow, instinctively knew what to do. It bothers me when she gets this stressed, because she forgets to take care of herself. And then the tension lodges in her back, manifesting as a knot just to the left of her spine.

Settling myself into my meditation, I could almost see her standing at the sink, working on something. Always working, this girl; whether it's on her actual job, her side hustle, an Etsy store where she sells knit caps, or the boys' homework. She ALWAYS has something going on. Her brothers hare-brained decision to expand the family business does not help in the slightest.

As I settle in, I can hear the din of the kids yelling, a timer going off on something, and from some where, another louder ding. She is amazing, how she can just take it all in stride. Some how, I know, she just needs a second to breathe, so I imagine my hand on her hip; stopping her right where she stands.

I visualize my hand cupping her cheek, and whispering to her, 'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.' I can't help the smile that spreads across my face as I see her smile. That soft, sweet smile, that just borders on the verge of blushing. I send how I feel seeing her smile down that thread and, some how, just know that she will be smiling all day now.

Awakening from my meditation, I glance at the clock. Hmm. Time for bed. But first, I am curious about the next chapter. How in the hell, with everything else she has on her plate, did she find the time to write this.

I set back on my bed, my pillows piled up behind me, and start reading.

Still Joey

I couldn't sleep so I got up at sunrise and made coffee. Sis woke up a little while later. I heard her alarm go off and then, I heard her sniffle a little. As she stumbled to the kitchen for her morning coffee, her whole bearing was like all the wind had been sucked out of her.

My heart went out to her.

"Sis. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Joey. Just my own brain. Think I am going crazy. That's all."

I'm right there with you.

"Explain," I said.

Rather than use actual words, she put on 'Comatose' by Too Close To Touch. "This says it better than I ever could."

I set aside the story and brought up the song. As I sat there listening, I could almost feel how hurt she was. How she thought she was going crazy. I wanted, so much, to fly to her, where ever she was.

"Sissie," I sighed, "What is the matter?"

"I think I am losing my mind, Joey. I just don't want to remember, if remembering is always going to hurt. I'm afraid that it will cost me the one of the two things I am most afraid to lose; my kids or my mind."

"You aren't going crazy, Sis. Who told you that you were crazy for feeling like that?"

"Mom. According to her, I am. Apparently, it is all just a construct of my own mind. Can't be real because it's all in my head, but it is all that I could ever dream of. It makes me want to sleep until it is real. I want to forget the way his voice sounds, cause it hurts too much to hear it when I am alone. I want to forget the color of his eyes, but I see it everyday in my coffee. I want to forget it all, so it doesn't hurt anymore. There is no way he can be real. No way his smell can be real. The more I remembered, I guess, the more I want to forget."

"Bryn, tell me about him?"

"What does it matter? He is no more than a fantasy my own mind created," she said as she dug in a cabinet and added a more than generous amount of Jack Daniels to her coffee.

"Bry! Really??"

"What," she groused as she sipped on her coffee flavored whiskey.

"It is barely sun rise and you are already drinking. What would he say if he caught you?"

"Doesn't matter," she grumbled as her bottom lip pulled in a little and blinked rapidly, a sure sign she was fighting back her own tears. I could see her start to fold in around herself.

'No, my dear, I am very real. And very disappointed.'

"Bullshit," I yelled. "It does matter! I will prove you wrong. I'll prove to you that he is very real," I growled in my own temper, as I leaned over the table at her, "and I know him. He would be so disappointed in you, right now. Instead of working with the connection, you were trying to drown the memories in whis-," I came to a dead stop as I realized what was actually happening. "How long have you been fighting them? The memories, I mean."

'Told ya. Wait. What!? She'd been wrestling with our memories? Oh, my stubborn Wolf, you were never meant to carry them all yourself.'

She deflated and slid the mug away from her. Resting her head on her arms, she whispered, "I was 14 the first time I remembered anything. At the time it was no more than a whisper, a cold spot when I was upset or hurting. Which, lets be honest, was a lot of the time back then. When I was 16, I finally worked up the courage to talk to someone about my dreams. My mistake was telling Ma."

I cringed. I had heard nasty stories about her mom, but sat still and let her continue.

Is her mother really that bad? How much of this had she been keeping from me.

"She went off and let loose a litany of my supposed short-comings. I still remember it, to this day. 'You are so stupid. Why would any man, especially one like THAT, want anyone like you. Anyone else would be better than YOU; you stupid, worthless, ignorant, ugly, child.' After that, I went back to keeping it all to myself. This one," she said as she brought up Forest Blakk's 'Find Me', "Says it all."

I put on the song and knew how it had hurt her for years. My anger burned when the artist spoke of being told you were crazy. 'I want her, you Crazy Bitch. Good Mother, Please,' I started, before thinking better of the prayer that had been on my tongue a moment ago. 'Please watch over her, Grandmother.'

Hearing her own mother call her those things, was tough to listen to. But I could tell she still wasn't finished yet. I let her go, she had years of this pain to offload.

"As I got older, it changed. I was almost 26 when the burn of a kiss landed on my cheek. My ex-husband, at the time, saw the blister it left and went ballistic. Woke me up by kicking the end of the bed. 'I want a divorce. I don't know who he is, but I plan on making you pay for it. Now, get your stuff and get out.' And I paid for it, alright. Didn't even bother to ask if I had it the night before, just assumed I was sneaking out. I never did. Looking back now, maybe I should have left the first time accused me. The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers when he got remarried. Literally, got them both done in half an hour."

"Are you kidding me? He wanted to accuse you, but he...," I will admit that I was finally starting to see just how messed up her life had been. "Did you love him?"

'Messed up,' I thought, 'No, Sir. Her life has been a craptastic shitshow of epic fucking proportions. Honestly, I would like to know what fucking moronic bastard ordered this shitastical fuckfest for my Queen! I'd like to fucking throat punch him.'

She shook her head. "No. My mother sat it all up. Literally walked into the house Friday afternoon and said, 'You are getting married on Monday at 9.' He was getting deployed and she thought he would be a good fit for me, that she would get grands out of the deal. She didn't find out he was fixed until he was already gone. That is where I learned to keep my hair really short. He used to drag me around by it and scream about all of the things I did. The next day he would scream and drag me around by it to yell about all the stuff I didn't get done."

"So it was more or less arranged?"

"Yeah. After that, I met the asshole. The day he left, I had just buried a brother, and I had lost my job; all on my birthday. After all that, I fell into a deep depression. To the point where I would wonder sometimes why I was still breathing. It was in that place that I saw him. It was no more than his eyes, the exact shade of my coffee, and that voice, but still; if not for him..." she trailed off, a haunted look in her eyes.

After a few minutes of her staring off into space, I prodded, "If not for him?"

She turned and looked at me, "I wouldn't be here. I would have cut ties with this world and willingly walked right into that darkness. I can remember him telling me once, 'Don't you give up. Don't you dare give up. Get up, keep moving.' It was those eyes though, watching them seem to burn in the darkness. They stayed with me so much that I drew them at least a thousand times."

"Really?"

"Yep. Dark eyes that burn," she chuckled. "Got called crazy for that one, too. 'Why do you always draw the exact same thing, ya crazy bitch? How about a tree or a nice mountain. Why is it always those damned eyes, Not that a worthless bitch like you can draw anyway.' So yeah, there's that."

"Hold it. She actually called you worthless?"

Bryn just nodded. "Multiple times, and ugly quite a few times. At the end with the ex, she told me, 'I hate that when I, and she stressed the 'I', put a block in your path, you seem to dance around it and go off into the woods and still end up on the other side. That you whip off of the beaten path, going God knows where, on some barely visible game trail, and somehow still come out on the other side, just where you meant to be'. She said nothing pissed her off more than my ability to adapt."

'That's my Ghostie,' I thought as I smiled proudly. 'Her ability to see things others miss, explodes lower minds.'

Now, I have seen pictures of her mom and old photos of Bryn when she was younger. Let me tell you, when she was young, Bryn was coltishly pretty before becoming ethereal. Not that you could tell it now. Now, she jokes that she traded looks for brains about the time she got her doctorate.

"So, how did you end up with Clark?"

"He was there and I was getting tired of waiting, tired of my Auntie's trying to set me up with whatever boy they could find. One tried to set me up with her ex-nephew. That was nothing but awkward. We are still good friends, almost family. He has said before, 'I love you to bits, but that is icky, you are like a sister to me. Now, please, go throw on a skirt, you have amazing legs and should show them off.' That boy can turn up the girlfriend vibe in 3 seconds...flat.

I know someone who can do that. Weird.

"In the end, I got tired of the pitying looks I would get at the family things. Truth be told, when I told him to either commit or get out, I thoroughly expected him to take off at a run, like he couldn't get away fast enough. Before I knew what had happened, he told everyone I had proposed and picked a Saturday. After that, it was a whirlwind and I almost took off."

"Took off? Eloped?"

She snickered. "No. Ran away. Far away."

"Oh. So you almost pulled a runner?"

"Oh yeah. Had my bestie stand up with me because I knew that if Haka showed up and objected, he would have knocked Clark to the floor to give me time to run."

'I very nearly did show up.'

I thought back to what I said when he finally left.

"What did I say?" I stood there, leaning on the doorway, arms crossed over my chest, fingers tapping on my bicep. The look on my face was thoroughly parental.

"That it would never work."

"And....."

"You were right, I was wrong, I am sorry."

"You gonna listen to me from now on?" My face was passive, but there if she had looked she would have seen the anger in my eyes. I wasn't mad at her, I was more than a little upset with him, though.

"Yes, Dear."

"Good Girl. I'll be home as soon as I can." I cupped her face, kissed her forehead, and said, "Don't do it again. Next time you won't get away with it, my stubborn Wolf."

"Next time?"

I was turning to head back to my body, "First one doesn't count. It was arranged. This one, you got swept up in. Don't do it again. Now, go to sleep."

I had to breathe a minute against the anger building in my chest. Then, I went back to the story.

"You call him 'Haka'? That's cute."

"Yeah, he's Heyhaka, the Elk. Haka, for short. Then there is Sweet Pea, and the occasional Assbag."

"And is he often a jerk?"

"Nah. Only when he is making promises he has no intentions to keep."

'Listen here, Lady! I fully intend to keep them when they are made, Woman!'

"I really don't think he would make them if he didn't intend on keeping them, Sissie. Sometimes, circumstance gets in the way, and then they don't get the focus they deserve. How does he phrase it?"

"All he says is 'Soon'."

I laughed. "The word 'soon' is not a promise. It's an open guarantee."

"What?"

"It's a half promise. He can't put a time on it so he just says soon. You know, sometimes you can be kind of dense."

'Exactly. You are kind of thick sometimes, Darling.'

Bryn's cheeks pinked. "Aww, shut the fuck up," She laughed.

"You've got a potty mouth!"

My jaw dropped. 'Naughty.'

"Like you didn't know or don't have one of your own. Has he not told you the extent of my sailor's mouth?"

"He doesn't know that I know you. I get to hear about everything from both sides. Kinda makes me wanna poke my ear drums out sometimes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You two are fuckin' perfect for each other."

'I guess we are, huh?'

About that time, the kids started waking up. Davidd was first, followed by Mattie, and then Darryn. I was sitting on the couch, getting the walkthrough of how to turn on the cartoon channels when Mattie climbed up next to me and curled up in my side.

"Morning, Munchkin," I said cheerfully.

She sagged against me and whispered, "Morning, Uncle Joey. Can I have some new milk?"

I was taken aback by the simplicity of the request. "Shouldn't you be asking your mom for that?"

"I would but Daddy called and him and mama got into another fight."

'And that just cashed out my good night.', I thought as I could have sworn I heard a knock at my door.

A-N:) Please don't shoot the messenger. Spirit put up some of the tags. Lol.