#I usually don’t go to church but this one is fucking gorgeous

[tattooed-daises]

Christmas Quartet at the Katholische Kirche St. Peter (25.12.2022)

[the-last-concert]

Chapter Twenty-One: This is Why

Pepper

Twelve Hours before the Last Concert

Pepper was dreading going through his suitcase. He only had a small window to pack, so he just threw shit together. This wasn’t good. He wanted to impress Moggie. He hadn’t seen her since high school. They are grown now. Adults. Lived through life. He wanted to present the best possible image.

“Wear this.” He squinted at Speedy. He tried his best to seem like he wasn’t sweating over an outfit. That was usually Speedy’s department. But… he was performing in front of millions of people. Plus… it would be in front of her. Her eyes would be close enough to view him. Pepper didn’t want to go down a rabbit hole of what ifs… but they lingered. But he just glanced at the end of Speedy’s arm, holding out a very expensive leather jacket. Pepper eyed the tag: $2550. 

“Hell no.” Pepper said, not wanting to take that risk. “You know how much of a clux I am. And what if it rips?”

Speedy pushed the jacket in his arms, anyway. He shrugs, digging at the bottom of his suitcase. Until he found it. Nike Retros. Orange and blue. Pepper knew exactly who gifted him those. He tried his hardest not to get jealous. He wished��he kept a sentimental gift Moggie gave him too. 

“Don’t worry about that.” Speedy spoke, shaking Pepper’s thoughts.  “It was a gift.” 

Pepper replied, his head rocking side to side. “I don’t even want to know.” Speedy’s gifts had a patterned behavior. And normally, it meant espandes of women he had relationships with prior. But Pepper had to admire how good he looked after he tried it on. It fit him like a glove. Effortless. He was examining in the small full-size mirror near his bed. “But I’ll wear it.” 

“So…” Speedy glanced into the mirror, as Pepper was adding on more gear for tonight. Like his golden band he had since he was 15. And his golden chain,  him and Speedy hustled off some popular kids’ necks when they were attempting to talk to Moggie. They didn’t tolerate that. Any of it. And it was a constant battle. Because as gorgeous as she was… Mystique High School athletic department knew not to go near her. Not if they wanted to answer to the “Malarkey duo”. “You ready for tonight?” 

Pepper snickered and took off the rent inclusive jacket. “Are you?” 

“Naturally.” Speedy smiled. 

“Liar.” Pepper called him out. “You’re probably shitting bricks.” 

“Ha!” Speedy snorted. “Like you ain’t nervous either.” He punched his shoulder lightly, making his way to the bathroom. He had to clean up his face. He didn’t get as much facial hair as Pepper. But it was enough to show his age. He grabbed his electric razor after the shaved cream was applied. 

Pepper leaned against the bathroom doorway. His face went cold. He was thinking all fucked up scenarios. He wanted to put his head through that same bathroom door. “What if she walks away from both of us? Or worse. Laugh in our faces?” 

Speedy turned his clean-driven face toward him. “You actually think she can deny this work of art?” He smooths his hands over each side of cheeks, before laughing crazily in the mirror. “You’re spiraling here. Think about it. She’s been single. At least to my knowledge. And there’s hella people in New York. Why would a fresh Art history graduate not have a ring on her finger?” 

Pepper makes a face. He hated when Speedy talked in riddles. “Just get to the point, Spe.” 

Speedy patted Pepper's face just to annoy him before walking out after his prolonged facial routine. “She’s waiting for someone else to ask.” 

Pepper spins around to face him. No way he’s the one. He couldn’t be. “And you think you’re the person she’s waiting on?” 

“I don’t know.” Speedy said. “All I know is… I wasn’t the one she was constantly hanging on, back then”. 

Pepper chuckled. He started to remember all those moments he and Moggie had. She made sure he was at least a B student. And that he was never late for  football practice. She came to every single one of their games.  She was on him about church. Despite his parents being pastors, Moggie made sure he attended for his soul. And despite wanting to provoke his stepfather, he went. Because of her. It was annoying as fuck, back then. But now, he wishes he appreciated all the times she actually had his back. Because she would not get off his back. 

“Yeah… yeah. I guess you’re right. She was like my mini backpack.” 

“You would call her that.” Speedy throwing some powerful deodorant his way. Pepper frowned, after he caught it with zero effort. But he hated Degree. “Don’t even start. That old Spice doesn't work when you are performing. I need to breathe on the ride back.” 

Pepper lifted up his armpits and chased Speedy with them. Speedy threw everything at him. Pillows, blankets, towels. This continues until there is a loud bang on their hotel door. They stopped before Pepper head-locked Speedy. 

“Who is it?” They both asked. 

“It’s Clare.” They looked at each other, confirming that Clarissa was outside. They started to straighten up the room. Speedy glanced at Pepper to make sure he had a shirt on. He almost never did. But he grabbed a generic black tee. Speedy had a white one on.  “Y’all decent? I got the updated schedule for today.”

Their door swung towards them, as they posed to greet Clarissa. They grinned like they weren't just rough-housing two seconds ago. Her eyebrow’s rose, but she shrugged it off, not caring to ask.  They both received a laminated copy of Zero Morale’s “Ground Zero”. Ground Zero was a detailed schedule of where everyone needed to be three hours before the show and three hours after it ended. No one was going to be sitting on their ass tonight. 

“Thanks.” Speedy said. “Are we leaving for the venue soon?” 

“Yeah….” Clarissa responded. Then, she handed Speedy keys to one Big Man’s Lamborghini. The black one. With a heavily decaled exterior and a floor pedal like no other. Speedy’s eyes stared through his hands for a while, until Pepper nudged him to pay attention.  “But you have specific instructions to drive our special act there, yourself. Don’t break nothing, k?” 

“You got it.” They both nodded and contained their excitement until after she cleared the hall. 

“Holy-!” Speedy started, as Pepper finished with “Fuck!” They celebrated with their secret handshake they had since age 12. Speedy said, while packing Zero Morale’s trademarked duffle bags. “Alright, rockstar. Let’s get you properly, New York’ed.” 

Bright lights, Big city. 

Speedy weaved in and out New York’s traffic in the Lamborghini Big Man trusted them with. They were listening to Tupac on the way. It was the only vibe Pepper liked to feel before he sang. Even though most of Pepper’s catalog was alternative rock. 

“We stopping for food?” Pepper asked, boots propped on the dashboard. He was sneaking glances at Moggie’s instagram page. She was still petite. Her hair grew. A Lot. Her smile was still bright. Pepper could almost hear her laugh in one of the photos. She’s been all over the world. Montreal, Paris, Greece. He scrolled more to catch the timeline between each post. It was only a few years ago. She hasn’t posted anything since. He wondered why. Pepper wasn’t trying to seem like a complete cyber stalker. But….he had to confirm what Speedy told him. Had she really not dated anyone else?

He tried to ignore the grumbling at the bottom of his stomach. He hoped it was only because they skipped breakfast, but…. Inside? Inside, Pepper was a neurotic relic. He cleverfully hid from Speedy. Especially with all the help he’s given since he found out about Pepper’s cancer. He felt… would it be easier to just let Moggie go? For Speedy? Maybe that would be this repayment. He hated being in debt to him all the time. Not that Speedy would ever collect on it. His heart was too pure. Pepper shook his head. No. Moggie was the only person that kept his shit together. The motivation for all of this. Shit, the fact he was choosing to live. There was no absolute way he could see them together without him.  

Then, he would lose his shit. 

No…. Pepper had to be the one to win her heart. 

If it kills him then, he’ll be alright. 

“There’s a sandwich shop coming up on our left.” Speedy nudged. They both saw Subway neon lights blinking in the distance with all the downpour of rain that just started. Speedy flipped up the windshield wipers. They reached a standstill with the lines of taxis and limos heading downtown. 

“Pull up.” Pepper said. 

Once Speedy had an opening, he didn’t hesitate to swing the Lambo in the left lane. Speedy cut into the opposing lane, and with a quick spin and parked parallel along the busy sidewalks. “Oh!” He screamed in achievement. “How many people can say they parallel parked a Lambo perfectly?” 

Pepper rolled his eyes, while zipping up his jacket. It was getting colder by the minute. He almost saw his breath form crystalized air. He wanted to ignore the locals gawking and applauding Speedy’s erupt, but highly illegal U-Turn. 

“Let’s go. It’s fucking freezing.” 

[365daysofj2]

Sweet as Chocolate Kisses (Factory Boys, 1/?)

It’s the last week of normal work before the Christmas holidays, and Jared can’t wait for the break. He’s been running himself ragged fixing problems on the chocolate factory’s production line 5. He really hopes he’s not the one who gets assigned the overtime to replace components while the lines are shut down over Christmas weekend. 

He puts his tools back in the toolbox and heads back to the electricians’ shed. He’s got to stop by the employee store on the way out to get more miniature Reese’s peanut butter cups for his sister to make cookies with. He got her a 2-pound bag of them a week ago and she’s already out. She’s promised Jared a dozen for helping out. 

Jared clocks out, changes out of his uniform in the locker room, and heads toward the employee candy store at the main entrance. When he walks in, he expects to see Ruth, the tiny redhead who works on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, when the store is open from 6:00-9:00 AM for the end of third shift and the 12-hour overnight shift that runs from 6:00 PM-6:00 AM. 

But instead, there’s a younger man standing behind the counter, and when Jared rounds the corner and gets a look at his face, his breath catches. The man is stunning. He’s got huge green eyes framed by the longest and most luscious eyelashes Jared has ever seen on a man. He has perfect pink cocksucking lips, a chiseled male-model jawline, and freckles dusted across his nose and cheeks like the chocolate cookie pieces in the Cookies & Creme bar. Jared can’t believe his luck. 

The guy clears his throat, and Jared realizes that he’s staring. “Sorry, man, long night.”

“Not a problem,” he says, and his deep, throaty voice makes Jared’s cock twitch. It’s the kind of voice that would sound really fucking hot talking dirty. 

Jared stops at the counter. “I haven’t seen you in here before,” he says, happy that his voice doesn’t betray the lust he feels for the gorgeous guy in front of him.

“That’s because I work Thursday afternoons,” the guy replies. “I’m Jensen. I’m just filling in for Ruth while she’s in Scotland.”

Jared smiles. “Nice to meet you, Jensen. I’m Jared.”

“Are you on third shift?”

Jared nods. “Yeah, at least until summer. Then I might have a chance to move to second.”

“Then I’d see you more often,” says Jensen, and the tone of his voice seems to imply that he would like that. “I only work this shift when Ruth is off.”

“That is a shame,” says Jared. He takes a deep breath and decides to press his luck. “Because I’d definitely like to see more of you.”

Jensen’s cheeks turn slightly pink, and he grins. “The feeling is mutual.”

Jared pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I don’t want to be a cliche, or harass you, but would you mind giving me your phone number?”

Jensen grins wider. “You’re not harassing me. You <I>are</I> a cliche, though. Can’t help you there.” He recites his phone number, and Jared adds it to his contacts.

“I usually get up around 3:00 or 4:00,” says Jared. “I’ll text you.”

“Well, I usually get off from my other job at noon, so that’s fine.”

“Oh, where else do you work?”

“A church downtown,” says Jensen. “I’m the administrative assistant.”

Jared can’t help but chuckle. “You don’t strike me as the church secretary type.”

“It’s not that kind of church,” Jensen assures him. “The last AA had tattoos and purple hair and demon stickers on her car.”

“Sounds cool,” replies Jared. 

“I wouldn’t go there if it wasn’t,” says Jensen. “I promise, I’m not a Jesus freak or anything.”

“Good to know,” says Jared. “But hey, I grew up watching Veggie Tales and I was in the Fellowship of Christian Athletes in high school. I just never really found a church to join when I moved here.”

“I think you’d like mine,” says Jensen. “But I don’t want to pressure you.”

“You’re not,” Jared tells him. “I mean, if it would let me see you more, I’d be willing to do just about anything.”

Jensen’s cheeks color. 

Jared looks down at his watch. “Crap, I gotta run if I want to catch my sister before she leaves for work.” He glances over at the Christmas candy shelves and locates the big bag of Reese’s miniatures. He takes it to the counter for Jensen to ring up.

“You’re leaving, right?” asks Jensen.

Jared nods. “Yeah, you don’t have to staple it.” Bags from the candy store need to be stapled shut if they’re going back into the plant. 

Jensen puts the bag into a paper sack and hands it to Jared. “Have a nice day.”

“I bet you say that to all your customers.”

Jensen smirks. “Actually, I don’t. You’re just that special.”

“I’m flattered,” Jared replies with a grin. “I really have to go. But I’ll text you later.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Jensen winks at him, and Jared’s knees go slightly weak. Jensen is really, really cute. Jared doesn’t want to leave him, but Megan will kill him if she doesn’t get her candy. “Talk to you later.”

“Definitely.” Jared grabs the paper bag and heads out to the parking lot. He doesn’t stop smiling until he’s halfway home. 

[apollodarling-writes]

Hi I see you asked 4 request so I’m here to blow u up.

I don’t know if you write ftm read or mlm fics, but I’m taking a risk..

Succubus atsumu with a innocent Christian boy reader? (Ftm)

One day Y:N comes in to church just to repent his sins because over the years he’s grown to hide his sexual urges from them being titled as “sins” in his household. But since he’s gotten older it became harder to contradict those urges and he goes to the church to pray and “talk to god and repent” but he meets succubi Atsumu who takes advantage of y/n’s urges and tricks him into doing questionable things with him. ( can it be consensual but like— y/n just knows it’s not right and regrets it later on )

have a good day :)

sorry for getting to this so late haha. let's do this.

Nun! FTM! Reader x Incubus! Miya Atsumu

tw: manipulation, gaslighting, coercion, blasphemy, corruption, impact play, throat fucking, cumshots, marking, possible dysphoria!!!, breeding

MINORS DNI!!!

Trembling hands gripped the rosary beads like a lifeline. [Name]'s shaky breaths and murmurs filled the empty church as he furiously prayed. He confessed his sins, asking for guidance and forgiveness. [Name] knew this desire was wrong. He knew that it was sinful and that a Nun such as himself shouldn't, he couldn't crave this.

The ache between his legs just wouldn't go away. He prayed and prayed to take his mind off of it. [Name] was being tested! That was it. God was testing his faith.

"What's a cute Nun like you doin' in this Church? It's late." A voice drawled from behind you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you slowly face the man. He was gorgeous.

The man behind you looked like he was crafted by God's hand directly. Full, pouting lips, high cheekbones, and a chiseled jawline. His eyes looked like pools of honey. His skin was unblemished and fair. The man had four wings, whiter than snow, and resembled pure light. His hair was short and blond, no doubt dyed since his undercut was a deep, coffee brown.

The worst- or possibly best- part was the lack of a shirt. You could see the veins peeking from his pelvis and his jutting hipbone. You were able to see the sharp muscles in his chest- the way his pectorals protruded. His biceps looked rather... sturdy as well. He was lean, yet undeniably built. Thankfully, his lower half was covered with a pair of cuffed sweatpants. You weren't sure you'd be able to handle that.

"Who are you?" You breathe.

"I go by many names, but you can call me Sumu."

"Are... are you an Angel?"

"Sure am! My brother and I belong to the Cheribum!" Sumu beams, looking quite proud of himself. You make haste, bowing on your hands and knees.

"Why are you bowing? I just came to have a talk. Father told me to come an' help you out." Sumu takes a seat on the step beside the area where you were praying, leaning back on his hands. You watched as the muscles in his biceps flexed; the ache between your thighs worsens.

Sumu sniffs the air. Your arousal smelled so enticing. You, [Last Name] [First Name] were a virgin. You never touched yourself and never allowed yourself any pleasure; He was here to change that.

Atsumu originally just wanted to go visit his usual victim, but when he passed by the area, he found himself peeking inside your mind. Poor you. You weren't even aware that he was searching through those fantasies of yours- fantasies you wouldn't dare speak of or give another thought. You're an avid believer, or that's what you told yourself. You just wanted to please mommy and daddy.

Too scared to leave the Monastery. Too scared to disappoint mom and dad. Too scared to do anything or make any decisions for yourself. Why would you deny yourself something so fulfilling? Atsumu was even fucking the Reverend Mother behind closed doors. She was a closeted whore; Made a pact with the Inarizaki faction of Incubi so she could fulfill her gangbang fantasy.

"God sent you to help me?" You lift your head, gazing up at him with those innocent doe eyes of yours. Fuck, he's getting hard. You're so innocent, so corruptible.

"That's right, pretty boy." Sumu flashes his killer smile. "What seems to be the issue?"

Your face flushes, spreading to your ears, and you avert your gaze. "Are you... sure it's okay for me to talk about it?"

Sumu dips his fingers into your mind again.

He's so pretty. I wonder if ... No, stop. That's a sin, [Name]. Don't think like that.

"There's no shame here. Big Man upstairs sent me personally." He glances around the room, and leans in, lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear. "Between you and I, God actually really favors you. If it were anyone else, he likely wouldn't have answered them."

Sumu watches as your eyes widen, then pats his lap, ushering you to take a seat. Hesitantly standing, you pad over to him and take a seat on his lap. Maybe that was a bad idea. You being the innocent boy you were, straddled him. Sumu's cock twitches in his pants.

"Now, little Nun, what's troubling you?"

"I've been... having sinful urges." You mumble as Sumu wraps an arm around your waist

"Such as?"

"I-I've wanted to have sex." Sumu furrows his brows, feigning confusion.

"Why haven't you?"

"It's a sin. As a Nun, I can't have sex at all a-and even if I wasn't a Nun, I wouldn't be able to have sex before marriage."

Sumu chuckles, "Oh, little Nun. You humans are always so gullible. Sex before marriage isn't a sin, that's just what the Catholic Church in the old days wanted people to think. They changed it to their morals and values, and ultimately ended up controlling the lives of countless Christians."

"Really?" The scent of your slick became more prominent.

"Of course." Sumu places two fingers beneath your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. "Why deny yerself something you desire anyway? If you want it so badly, then why not take it? Indulge yerself a little?"

"I-I..."

"Exactly." Sumu smiles, showing off his canines. "Now, little Nun. Would you like further assistance?"

Blood rushes to your face. "We can't do that in the Church!"

"Why not? Big Man upstairs doesn't care. He gave the go-ahead before I came to see you." Sumu pauses. "Ah, I see. You think that's a form of desecrating the Church, don't you?"

You nod, squirming a bit on his lap, causing a choked groan to leave Sumu's lips.

"Normally it would, but God said it would be okay just this once." His voice is strained. You hesitate for a moment before agreeing.

"Just let me take the reigns, pretty boy. I'll make it the best you've ever had."

Lifting you, he pulls off your pants and sets you back down on his lap. Sumu hungrily presses his lips against yours and begins unbuttoning your shirt, nipping at your lower lip; you shrug off the material and grind your hips into the demon.

Sumu grips your waist and rocks you against his clothed cock, growling as he bites into the soft flesh of your throat. A pained whimper leaves your lips, but Sumu is quick to slip his fingers into your underwear, rubbing circles into your clit.

"Gonna fuckin' fill that boycunt of yours, yeah? Make you my fuckin' bitch." Sumu whispers, slipping two fingers into your drooling cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut, a hand over your mouth, attempting to quiet your moans. The man pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt, brushing spots you knew you could never find on your own.

"You gotta keep quiet, pretty boy. Don't want someone to find you cumming all over my fingers, right?" Sumu slips a third finger into you, the stretch was painfully delicious, causing a strange feeling to build in the pit of your stomach. Sumu noticed the way you began to grind into his fingers and worked his fingers faster. It didn't take too much longer from there, your high crashing over you and making your head fuzzy.

"Fuck, yer squirting all over me." Sumu groans, cock straining painfully against his sweats. He all but rips off your underwear and binder, shedding his own clothes soon after. Pulling you back onto his lap, he aligns his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing his length inside you. Tears brim at your lashline and whimpers erupt from your throat.

"Yer so fuckin' tight, little nun. God, I could fuckin' cum from this alone." He waits a few seconds before gripping your hips and lifting you ever so slightly. Sumu begins guiding your hips, grinding you, lifting you, and slamming you back down on his length. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, leaving you breathless and your thighs covered in your own slick.

Sumu wraps an arm around your waist, flipping you onto your back and pressing your legs to your chest. "'M gonna fuckin' fill that slutty little cunt of yers, yeah? So fuckin' hot takin' my cock like this."

His hips slap against you, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you babble out incoherent words. "You fuckin' like that? Like how I use you like this? God, you humans are so fucken gullible."

You weren't able to focus on anything he was saying, not with the way he was reaching so much deeper like this. He was able to glide in and out of your gummy walls so much easier now. He slaps your cheek a few times, sticking two of his fingers in your mouth, ordering you to suck. He fucks into you quicker now, much faster than he was before; it was turning your mind to mush. Your mouth hung open, gasping for air as you grip his biceps, you were so close to-

"Cum."

Your body trembles, back arching, as a half-scream rips out of your throat. Overstimulation began to set in, but it was delicious. You couldn't get enough.

"P-Please! Need to cum again." Sumu growls, biting down on your neck, marking you anywhere he was able.

"Yer such a good boy. Ye-Fuck, you liked that didn't you?" The man releases a throaty laugh, spreading your legs and rubbing circles into your clit. Your entire body was vibrating- it was on fire. Everything felt so good. It was too good. It only took a few circles, a few thrusts for you to cum again.

"'M gonna fuckin' cum. Gonna fuckin' fill that virgin womb of yours."

"P-Please, I need- I need-"

Sumu's fingers dig into your hips, without a doubt leaving bruises, his cock still pumping in and out of you as his seed fills out inside of you. He keeps fucking into you as your nails leave angry, red trails on his back. He keeps fucking you as you cum another three times, only pulling out for a moment, grabbing you by the throat, and settling you onto your knees.

Sumu fists his cock a few times, seed spilling all over your chest. The man grips your hair, taking note of the pretty, purple marks across your neck, chest, thighs, and stomach- his bitemarks and hickies nearly covered all of that soft skin of yours. He groans, feeling his member fill out as he notices the prominent tears stains and the dazed, fucked out look in your eyes.

Gripping the base of his cock, he taps it against your lips a few times.

"Suck."

He watches as your eyes widen, shaking hands tentatively grasping the shaft; he watches as you kitten lick the tip, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth.

"Hollow your cheeks. Don't use your teeth." Sumu orders. You obey his every word, doing far better than that filthy Reverend Mother had when she sucked him off the first time. Sumu's tip was flushed and by far the most overstimulated it had ever been. He could already feel the fire building in his lower stomach.

The incubus grips the back of your head, holding you in place as he fucks your throat. Gurgles, growls, and gags were the only noises in the Church at the moment. It took one look at those teary [color] eyes of yours for Sumu's hips to still, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat.

"Fuck!"

Sumu's hips twitch as he pulls out, taking in his work. His chest was heaving, breathing uneven. "Swallow."

You did as you were told.

"Ah, I'm sure you know I'm not an angel by now, little Nun. But that hardly matters now. The fact of the matter is yer no longer a virgin. You've lost your virginity in a Church and now your soul belongs to me." Sumu chuckles, leaving the Church now that he was fully dressed.

[writingsbychlo]

sinner | bucky barnes

word count; 14,861

summary; bucky is spending the one day he get’s to walk the earth freely the way he usually does. normal demon things. then, he meets his angel.

notes; I got carried away, nothing else to say. the pic is pretty much exactly how I picture demon!bucky looking. also, I did not proofread this, because it’s three am. take it easy on me if it’s riddled with grammatical fuck-ups.

warnings; it’s literally called ‘sinner’. you can work out the warnings.

Bucky didn’t mean to run into you, in fact, you certainly weren’t what he was looking for as he wandered the aisles of a grocery store at two in the morning, but he still had hours before the day really began and the fun could really start, but sometimes he’d find runaways or strays who were so high he thought they surely shouldn’t be able to stand, who he could convince to do a little theft, but then there was you. 

Here he was, making the absolute most of the first few hours of the one day that demons were allowed to walk the earth, darkness still filling the sky and a cold breeze that was more than enough to make him shivering the coolness of the late-year air, and then you’d strolled in. 

An angel on earth, literally. 

He’d heard tales, girls so pretty they could bring you to your knees, an aura that glowed and glittered, all things holy and magical, and the absolute opposite of him, and he was drawn to you from the second that you’d stepped into the building. The cashier behind the till was just a kid, snoozing against his hand as the addict in aisle three continues to shove chocolate bars into his pocket, upon hearing whisperings that he should - something Bucky was still smirking about - as he followed you around towards the bread section.

He could see you more clearly now, and you really were gorgeous. Soft skin, covered mostly by hospital scrubs, and he tried to cover his scoff, finding it absolutely typical that an angel would be here working in a hospital, some kind of selfless act, and he wouldn't be at all surprised if you were a volunteer too, just to really rub your altruistic nature into everybody else’s faces. That was the one thing he didn’t understand, he didn’t get how everybody looked up to Heaven and prayed to a God or deity, how nobody thought it odd how they were all constantly being shamed by bars they could never reach, set so high they weren’t even in sight anymore, but then again, he didn’t like to judge. 

Not when his own actions would be so heavily frowned upon, but what can you expect from a demon? It’s in his nature.

You were tired, you weren’t paying much attention, a scrap of paper in your hands that look awfully similar to the back of a prescription as you moved through the store, trying to fill your basket with everything you’d need, none the wiser as he tailed you slowly, studying you, trying to work it out. From all the stories he’d heard, angels had left the earth long ago, so long that their existence at all had become something that he’d heard questioned many times in the underworld, and so he couldn't quite work out why you were herein a gas station store in the first few hours of Halloween morning. 

He wanted answers, he wanted to get a little closer, confirm it all for himself, and as you spun around to head to the checkout, you crashed right into him, a yelp leaving you as you jumped back, and your eyes finally met his, once you had steadied yourself. One look into his eyes, a quick flicker around the edges of his body as he was certain you could see his own aura, tainted and stained with darkness, before your eyes were going infinitely wider, and the basket in your hands fell to the floor with a crash. 

The items scattered around his feet, tins rolling away and disappearing under shelves, and that exhaustion you’d once had was fading away, replaced with shock and fear, and as you took a step back, he took another step forwards, crowding you up into the shelves, a hand on either side of your head to keep you kept from leaving, and a smirk took over as he watched you tremble a little. 

“Demon.”

You hissed the word out like an insult, and he feigned offence, before that wicked smirk he knew he was wearing twisted up into a sinister grin, head tipping to the side just a little. “Well, hey there, angel.”

“What do you want?”

“You’re very hostile. I haven’t even done anything to you.” He paused, eyes scanning over your face, closing in on the place where you were nibbling on your lower lip anxiously. “Yet.”

“If you’re going to kill me, then just kill me, demon. Get it over with.” You were shaking now, full-blown fear, and he let out a little sigh, dropping his hands but remaining where he stood. 

“There’s no fun in that, is there?” You only scowled, standing strong in spite of the fact that he could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest. “What are you doing here?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means; what are you doing on Earth, on all Hallow’s Eve?” You had the guts to shove at his shoulders a little, pushing past him to begin to collect your shopping back up, and he sank down into a squat, tipping the basket back to the way it should be, and placing the items back within it carefully, waiting for your answer.

“I live on Earth, and I’m running late to get home. Away from the likes of you.”

He handed you back your basket as the two of you stood, having gathered everything you could find, and he let out a low ‘oooh’ in teasing at your words, laughing through it as the furrow between your brows only deepened. “I thought angels didn’t live here anymore, not holy enough for you once it was corrupted with sin, so you all retreated back up to the promised lands, to spit on the rest of us from the clouds.” He sneered it a little, he couldn’t help it, but you avoided his eyes, shoulders sinking as you shrugged.

“Yes, well, that would be spectacular and all, but they don’t let halfbreeds into Heaven.” He waited, walking alongside you as you moved towards the counter, and he would laugh at his own image if he could see himself now, but somehow, here he was, wasting the only day of the year that he was free to walk around the surface and escape from the depths of the underworlds by helping you pack your groceries. “My father was one of them, and my mother was not. I’m just a cast out. Earning my way.”

“Interesting.”

You only deadpanned, punching your PIN into the machine a little more aggressively than he thought would be normal for you, but then again, you were on edge, and even with your soured mood, you still wished a cheery goodnight to the kid behind the register that made him sick with the amount of earnest goodwill lacing your tone. “What do you want from me, if not to kill me? Is this part of the thrill for you, to make me let me guard down and then to kill me?”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

“All demons want to kill people.” You stopped short at the door, and he almost bumped into you, close to dropping the bags in his arms as he avoided the collision, raising his brows a little bit as you glared at him, before snatching your backs from his arms and taking a wide step back from him. 

“I see I’m not the only ones with misguided ideas about the other.” He tried to take a step forward, but you twisted away from him, protective of your groceries and your life. “Not all demons want to kill. Some of us just get our kicks by convincing people to commit petty crimes and scaring kids on Halloween night. Well, that and stealing candy from babies, obviously.”

He could see the way you tried to suppress your amusement, but your lips flicked up at the sides, and you dropped your shoulders, seeming to give in. Your eyes rolled slightly, before you were moving once again, clearly trusting him enough to let him walk you over to his car, and he held your bags for you as you opened it, loading them into the trunk before slamming it shut, leaning against the cold metal. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, demons can only come up to the surface on H-”

“No, I don’t mean here.” You waved your arms, making a large circle that he supposed was supposed to represent the Earth, before you were pointing at the building behind you both, shaking your head. “I meant here. Like, the grocery store. Surely that’s wasting your one day.”

“Well, I met you, didn’t I, angel?”

“Stop being so.. flirty.” You shuffled uncomfortably under his stare, your true nature showing through, and a shock of thrill and excitement raced through him, tucking some hair behind your ear, before you shook him off. 

“Can’t help it. It’s in my nature. Lust, and the other ‘deadly’ sins, as such.” You didn’t reply, and as much as he hated to admit it, you were the most exciting thing that had happened to him in decades of Halloweens, so he gave in, moving a half-step away for you again to give you your space. “Not much to do at this hour, except kill people in alleyways. But, that’s not really my style.”

“I see.”

“Can I be brutally honest with you?”

“Have you lied to me, already? We’ve only known each other for twenty minutes. Then again, you are a sinner.” He chuckled at your pathetic jab, but shook his head in denial, soothing you a little. 

“Your life sucks.”

“It does not!” You crossed your arms over your chest, foot stomping a little, and it was an adorable display of anger if he was being true to his thoughts. 

“Yeah? Let me guess, you’re wearing scrubs so I reckon you work at a hospital or care facility, probably a volunteer too, or you do some kind of volunteer work to fill your time. You took a night shift tonight to cover for someone else, because you just can’t say ‘no’, even though you should’ve been inside keeping safe from ‘the likes of me’, as you put it, and I bet you’ve never even been kissed. You’re pure, completely and totally, you probably have a routine, oatmeal for breakfast, Church on Sundays, bible on the bedside table.”

You gaped at him, jaw hanging slack now, and he reached a finger up to push it closed, and you soon formed an irritated pout in response. 

“So, did I get anything wrong?”

“No.” You grumbled it under your breath, gritted out angrily, and he only laughed in response, winding you up further. Your foot swung out, colliding with his ankle before you even realised you were doing it, and as he bent over, crippled to grip at the sore patch in pain, your eyes went wide, fear suddenly flashing over your features again. I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I did that!”

“That would be wrath.” You shook your head, stepping away from him, and he could only nod in response, grin getting wider as he watched realisation flash across your features. “How did your first sin feel?”

“It doesn’t count! It was just a kick to the ankle!”

“Yes, in anger. That would be wrath, angel. It’s not that bad, trust me.” Your eyes were glassy now, and he placed a hand over your jaw, calloused pad stroking over the skin of your cheek as he tipped your head upwards. “See? No lightning strikes, no plagues, no punishments. And don’t you just feel so much better now that you’ve done it?”

“A little bit.” You gave in, letting his corruption really take place, and your eyes dropped down to find his, tearing your gaze away from dark and glittering skies. “I’m not a sinner, though. I’m good.”

“Yes, but this day is bad. Nobody is looking today. You liked it, I know you did. Don’t you want to try another sin? Just on this oh-so-evil day, and tomorrow, you can go back to being a good girl. Be bad with me today, angel?” You didn’t reject him, not right at once, and he took that as a good sign, your breath hitching as he stepped a little closer, enough for him to be able to taste the coffee on your breath at the short and sharp puffs you let out. “Have you never wondered? Which one have you always wanted to try, late at night, when it was just you and your thoughts? Is it pride? Gluttony?” He leaned in, enough to brush his lips with your own, your breath hitching in your throat. “Is it lust?”

“Sloth.”

“What?” He snapped back a little, not sure he’d ever really expected a response from you, and he felt a gleeful fire burn through you as you took your first step away from holiness and more towards him, just at the simple admittance, to both yourself and to him. Swallowing thickly, he watched as your mind spun, processing your own words, before you were seeming to settle on them with confidence. 

“I have a routine, just as you said. I get up early every morning, and have breakfast, and do some work. I volunteer at a shelter and I do rounds at the hospital even when it’s not my day in, just to pray with those who want some company, but some days I don’t want to. I’m tired, and I want to sleep in. I want to lay in bed until late morning, and fake calling in sick to work just to have a day off, to do anything I want.” You had your own smile now, something brand new flickering through your eyes, and as you looked at him, and he laughed breathlessly at the confession.

“So, do it.”

“I-” You seemed to remember who you were, and where you were, then disappointment took over. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong.” He sighed, hand dropping down to your waist, pulling you closer into him, and he could feel the steady thumb of your racing heart against his chest now, and he wished his own would react at all, but it had been so long since he’d felt anything from the organ that he’d almost forgotten he had it at all. 

“If it’s so wrong then why does it feel so right?” You had no response to that, rendered breathless again, and he took his chance, pushing the boundaries a little further. “Give me this one day, I bet we can fit all seven sins into this day, when nobody will notice your sins when mixed with all the demons roaming the surface, and if you don’t like it, then I promise you’ll never see me again, and you’ll never have to think about it.”

“We can stop at any time?”

“Whenever you want.”

You hummed under your breath, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, before caving and offering him a nod. “Big words for someone who only has twenty-one hours left of the day to keep his promises.”

“Well, then, we’d better get you home, angel. You have a big day coming up, and I know just which sin to start with. Let’s get you that late morning you’ve always wanted.” You merely sighed out, contented and happy with the thought, before you were nodding, and turning around to get into your car. Nodding to the passenger side, his grin only grew as he took the offer, climbing in beside you, and settling into the plush leather as the vehicle rumbled to life.

After an exceedingly long sleep in, one where you’d actually then continued to just lie in your bed for upwards of an hour after the daylight had forced away your grogginess, you were left peering out of the window, staring down at the city below from the high-windows of your apartment, the bustling streets with a chaos that didn’t reach all the way up here to the serene quiet, and your lips flicked up at the sides as you remembered the comment that the man who’ already managed to flip your world upside down had made as the two of you had finally made it back to your apartment at almost four in the morning

‘Top floor, huh? Trying to get closer to heaven, or just in it for the workout?’

Turning onto your side, his lips were parted as he slept, slow breaths and a sight rasp following his breath each tie, but not quite a snore. As he was asleep, you had a chance to really observe him. You’d never met a demon, before, you knew the rumours, of course, and some of them were more tame, auras of darkness and a twisted kind of ugly that made you repulsed. Of course, there were also the wilder ones, horns and hooves and rotting flesh, but he was neither.

When you took him in, you decided that he was actually kind of beautiful. Scruff lining his jaw that made him look a little wild - something that was bound to be intentional - and the colour of his eyes flashed through your mind once again even if they were coed now. The colour was burned into your mind, not a glowing red, or all black, but instead the kind of soft blue shade that the ocean looked on a misty morning at the beach, grey clouds overhead that were the calm before the storm.

He was taller than you, much taller, and his frame almost filled your bed, broad shoulders pushing you to one side, further over than you’d ever slept before, even on the large piece of furniture, but he’ insisted that he wasn’t sleeping on ‘no damn couch’, and in your exhaustion and excitement, you’d simply waved a hand as he kicked off his shoes, crawling under the covers beside you. The comfort had been inviting, you’d never experienced such a thing before, but it was oddly peaceful to share a bed with someone else, to feel their warmth creeping over to you as well, the steady thump of a heart or the rise and fall of a chest with every breath, and you hadn't realised how lonely you were until right now.

“Stop fuckin’ starin’ at me.” You huffed, watching as that peaceful expression became a scowl, and he rolled over towards you a little, cracking an eye open to peer up at you. “What?”

“Nothing! You’re just not like what I thought a demon would look like. I’m taking it in.”

He sat up a little, running a hand over his face, before shaking his he'd to try and clear a sleep-muddled brain. “Yeah, well, you’re exactly what I expected an angel to look like.”

“I don’t know whether that’s a compliment or an insult.” Despite the bickering going on between you both, his movements had caused the blankets to lip down, a chill coming in to claim you, and you shuffled a little closer to him, seeking out more of the warmth you’d become addicted to in the last few hours of sleeping beside him.

“It’s neither. Just a statement. Innocent, pretty, that whole weird ethereal vibe that draws you in. That's you.”

“That sounds like a compliment to me.” You all but sang the words, and he rolled his eyes, a grunt leaving him, but he made no move to distance himself from you, and so you knew it was all in false anger.

“I’m revisiting the idea of killing you.” His eyes flicked up to the large clock on the wall, studying it for a second, before turning to look at you incredulously. “I thought we were sleeping in? It's eleven.”

“I normally get up at six! This is late for me, very late.”

He only shrugged, pushing back the covers and standing up, letting you wrap yourself in them a little more, before he was patting down his pockets, searching for something in the jeans that had been abandoned on the bedroom floor. A cardboard box and a lighter, and he was balancing a cigarette between his lips.

“Open a window!”

He only glanced over at you, raising his brows, before stepping across the room to the large panels of glass, clicking off the lock and pushing one open, before flicking on the lighter and igniting the tip. He held it between two careful fingers, a repetitive motion as he brought it up and down from his lips, lips curling each time he expelled the smoke, and it was a weirdly hypnotic scene to watch.

The sound of the traffic and bustle from below was now reaching your ears, muffled and distant but you could still pick it up, the bitter smell of smoke still making it over to you, and your nose scrunched up a little, before you were holding the blanket closer to yourself, and making your way over to stand beside him.

“You’re staring at me like you’ve never seen a cigarette before.”

“I have!” He chuckled a little at your eager enthusiasm, heat rising to your cheeks with your embarrassment, and you shrugged as best you could, from where your hands were pressed to your chest to hold the blankets closed and keep your warmth in. “I’ve just never..”

“Smoked one?”

You only nodded, and he seemed to consider it, taking an extra-long drag, before he was pulling the dwindling stick away from his mouth, flipping it between two fingers, and bringing it to your mouth. He had an expectant look on his face, nothing pressuring or judgemental, simply apprehensive, waiting to see if you’d take the offer before the flickering orange reached his fingers and burned him. The taste was lingering on the air, and you leaned in, lip parted and he grinned, placing it gently on your lower lip, pushing forwards until the edge of his finger was brushing your lips, and he gave you a nod.

Sealing your mouth around it, you took in a deep breath, dragging the air through the device, and the heat that coursed through you was enough to make you pull away and cough, a tingling and burning in your throat and lungs as the smoke clouded out around you, dissipating in the air, and you once again flushed with embarrassment, but the laugh you anticipated hearing from him never came. Instead, he looked almost proud, and you didn’t have a chance to question it, before he was taking the last breath himself, stuffing it on your window frame and ignoring your complaint, before flicking the butt out of the window and closing it once again.

“So, what are we doing with the day now?”

“Hm, well, I promised you all seven. One down, six to go. I’m hungry, so let’s go with gluttony next.” His eyes twinkled a little, and you thought about the sparsely packed fridge you had, just enough simple necessities to get you by and be healthy, nothing that could be deemed even remotely gluttonous, but you were excited to experience it, nonetheless. “There’s a diner near here, we’ll go for breakfast.”

As promised, you are allowed to take even longer, the longest shower you had ever taken in your life, until the entire room was so filled with steam that it felt like a sauna, and you were pruning up. You didn’t even bother to make your bed, instead opting to just lay flat on it for a while, still in your towel as you listened to the demon you were - for some unknown reason - trusting, as he moved about your living room and tinkered with your things.

When you were finally ready, you didn’t care to make the bed, or put on sensible shoes with laces, or even do your hair properly. Instead, you wore a hoodie, and your comfiest flats, and just ran a brush through it, and you’d never felt lazier in your life. You had spent every day doing yourself up to standards and making sure you were being sensible and rational, the proper attire for a day at work, running around a hospital and doing everything you could for everyone else, and nothing for you, and today, you’d texted in saying you were sick and weren’t coming and you’d relaxed, truly relaxed, for what you felt may be the first time in your life.

As promised, you were given a filling breakfast, with more than enough leftovers for a week’s worth of breakfasts, but you didn’t take any of them. At first, it had bothered you, watching as the waitress stared at you both with a little bit of judgement, a little bit of shock, and a little bit of amusement as the man opposite you had listed off dish after dish, until you’d been moved to a bigger table just to accommodate it all. With a bite of it all, you’d worked your way through the dishes, and the drinks, a sip from all of their wide range of coffees and milkshakes, and by the time you’d finished and enough food to feed a small army had been wasted, you were wandering out into the carpark with a wide grin on your face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this full.”

He turned to look at you, beaming as you spoke the words as though they’d been a compliment, and you began to pat your pockets down for your keys, a wave of panic washing over you when you couldn't find them. A moment later, there was a jingling, and you followed the sounds, to find Bucky waving them at you, smirking around the straw in his mouth as he finished his milkshake, tossing the to-go cup in the vague direction of the trashcan.

“When did you even take those? How did you take those?”

“I’m not exactly new to pick-pocketing.” He shrugged, holding open the passenger side door for you, and you hopped up inside of it, grinning as he rounded the car, and it would seem that he was taking it upon himself to drive. Once he was inside of the car and starting it up, his hands were fiddling with the dial for the music, changing your classical music station over to some soft rock, and while it was unfamiliar to you, you tried to settle into it.

“You’re different.”

“We’ve covered this.” He mumbled, fingers tapping against the steering wheel to the song that was playing, and you turned a little more towards him straining against the safety belt across your chest, and not missing the fact that he hadn't bothered with his own.

“No, I just mean, you’re gentlemanly. You held the door, paid for breakfast, didn’t try anything with me last night, even though we shared a bed. It’s admirable.”

“Well, firstly, I didn’t pay for breakfast.” Your face paled a little, realising you’d essentially stolen the meal, but then again, you shouldn't know better. When he told you to go ahead and that he’d been right behind you, you hadn't questioned it, and now, that felt like it was slapping you right in the face. That’s where innocence gets you, you supposed. “Secondly, as I said, we already covered this. You do know there’s, like, tiers for this shit, right?” You only gave a short laugh, turning to look at him a little, and you could already feel your own mischief bubbling up within you.

“You mean the seven circles of hell?”

“Oh, you’re so funny.” He was grumbling now, pretty-coloured eyes rolling in his head, and you continued to snicker away to yourself, but didn’t miss the little flicker of his lips into a smile, that he did his best attempt to disguise as a simple twitch, but you knew better. “No, not the ‘seven circles of hell’.” He imitated your movie as you spoke, a scowl taking over your features at the poor impersonation, but it was quickly washed away. “More like, privileges, I suppose? Those down there because they’re not pure enough to go to all things good and dandy go down below.”

“So, how does it work, then?” He cast you a little glance, studying you for a second, deeming you to have a genuine interest, before one shoulder was raising and falling in a simple shrug.

“Those who are, like, the bad kind of bad get it, well, bad. People who killed for fun, the people who hurt others for their own enjoyment, people who do, y’know..” He didn’t have to say it, your face screwing up as you thought about exactly the sort of people who would count as ‘bad-bad’ and he nodded. “No privileges for them. They just get to suffer.”

It went quiet for a second, and you could practically see the cogs working in your new friend's mind as he tried to sort his thoughts out.

“Then, there are people who did bad things, but it’s not serial-killer bad, y’know?”

“Oh, like tax-fraud and grand theft auto?” He let out a laugh this time, entertainment shining through.

“Technically, yes. I don’t really know how it all divides up. It’s just my job to punish people who need punishing, I don’t ask questions.” That caught your attention, and you perked up slightly, ignoring the fact that you’d pulled into your building’s parking lot, and that the rest of the journey was over, the car coming to a halt, but instead, you were more intrigued about finding out more from the man before you.

“You punish people? The bad people?”

“Yeah. I suppose you can consider today my day off.” He grinned, moving to climb out of the car, and you struggled to follow him, falling into step beside him.

“But, doesn’t that make you good? Getting justice and all?”

“I never said I wasn’t good, angel.” He cast you a look from the sides of his eyes, a little put off by the insinuation you’d made. “I’m created in hell. I don’t really have a soul, or anything that would let me into Heaven. Besides, I do enjoy doing some of the things that would get me cast out.”

“Like what?”

You regretted asking the question from the second you’d asked it, a smirk taking over his features, and he turned to you in the doorway, finger under your chin to hold your face up towards his as he leaned down a little, breath washing over your face as your heart froze in your chest. “Like fucking.”

He watched you, heat crawling up your cheeks as your eyes went even wider, and he grinned, eyes flicking down to your mouth, licking over his lips for just a second, before he was pulling away.

“We can get to that later, though.”

He was ahead of you, long legs making wide steps as he crossed the lobby to the elevator back up to your apartment, and you had to race just to catch up with him. “So, do you have horns?”

“What?”

You slipped in just as the doors to the elevator were closing, and he scowled, clearly having been hoping he’d be able to cut you off, and you almost wished he had, because you'd forgotten just how cramped his large frame made the small box feel. “Y’know, like-” you lifted up each hand to the top of your head, index fingers sticking up as the rest of the fingers curled into a fist. “-horns?”

“Do you have wings?”

You felt a little taken aback by his sneer, lips pursing as you realised he’d taken your joke the wrong way, and you passed by a few floors in silence, before he let out a deep sigh, shoulders slumping slightly.

“No, I don’t have horns.” He looked around the ceiling of the building when you stepped out of the elevator, a hand on your arm to bring you to a halt in the corridor, and he must’ve deemed it safe, before his fidgeting stopped. “I have something, but it’ll freak you out if I show you.”

“I can handle it.”

“I don’t think so, angel.” You huffed, and he continued on, car keys being used to find your house key, the door swinging open, and you followed after, complaints spilling from your lips as you did, and you caught the door as it swung closed, before it had a chance to hit you in the face.

“I can handle it! You're underestimating me!”

“Am I?” He was making himself comfortable once again, already going through the contents of your fridge, pulling back with the carton of orange juice, and you cringed as he popped the lid from it and took a swig right from the bottle. “You’re just a half-angel. You can’t take it.”

Anger boiled within you, and you weren’t sure where this side of him had come from. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

You gaped, jabbing an accusatory finger into his chest as he finished off the orange juice of your own that was supposed to last you all week. “I’ll have you know that I’m a lot stronger than you think. I work in a hospital, okay? I can take whatever twisted shit it is that you have to show me. I can take a lot of things, alright, pal? I think I do pretty well for myself, actually! I mean, if you haven’t noticed, you’re standing in my penthouse apartment, drinking orange juice that I bought, after recklessly driving my fancy car, so screw you. I can handle anything you could throw at me and more, you’re just rude.”

His head tipped to the side, and you let out a ragged breath, not giving him a chance to speak, before you were continuing;

“And, for that matter, I think I’ve done pretty well all around. I have a great job, and I do good work there, and I have spent over two decades avoiding the likes of you, living all on my own, so this little hitch that came in the form of you doesn’t matter, because even after today, I’ll still be doing pretty damn good. ‘Can’t take it’, yeah, well, you can shove your freaky demon thing that you refuse to show me somewhere that the sun doesn’t shine, okay?”

You huffed out, and he crossed his arms over his chest, neutral expression cracking out into a wide grin. “That was a great speech, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, well, thanks.” You were confused, caught off guard by the praise after you were given, your mind still spinning.

“You seem pretty happy with everything you have here. Would you say you take pride in it?” You almost retorted, a witty comeback at the tip of your tongue, before you realised what this had all been about, your shoulders slumping, and you dropped your head into your hands, a weak laugh on your lips and you climbed up onto one of the stools at your kitchen island.

“You got me all worked up into a rage for pride?”

“You’ve achieved some pretty amazing things in your life, and you should be proud of them anyway, even if it’s not for sin.”

You paused, eyes meeting his own, and for a second, the whole misconception of an angel and demon sitting across from one another being the kind of thing that would end worlds seemed to fade away, you were just a regular man and a woman, sharing the moment and sitting together on a lazy morning. He cleared his throat, looking around the room, not for anything particular, just to take it all in, before coming back to look at you, with something else in his eyes this time.

“Well, that’s another one crossed off of the list, anyway. I’d say we’re making pretty good progress.”

You only hummed under your breath, but he seemed to catch onto your hesitation, raising a brow at you. “Kinda’ have an idea about greed.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Do you think, maybe, you could take me there?” He stilled, the hand he’d been using to rearrange the salt and pepper holder in the middle of the marble countertop between you both fell flat.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s hell. It’s literally Hell.” He was adamant on this one, not the same kind of cocky attitude he’d had while fracking pride out of you, but this was more just a complete close down on the situation, and he didn’t even have a flicker of emotion as you glared at him, standing strong in his decision. “You can’t handle it.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m not fucking with you this time, angel.” He stood up, rounding the little countertop to stand before you, and he rested his hips against it, one hand coming up to cup at your face gently. A thumb ran over your lower lip, his eyes tracing his own movements, and you pulled back from him a little, too angry to let him hold you so tenderly, even if something deep within you was craving that kind of contact and affection with him. “Too dangerous.”

“But I want to.” You pouted at him, ignoring the little smile he gave to you as you did, and he forced his gaze back up to meet your own, shaking his head.

“What if you get stuck down there, huh? Time works differently. If it passes midnight, you won’t be able to come back.” The thought did send a flash of fear through you, and he seemed to notice it, thinking that the argument was over. “Besides, down there is where everyone else gets to show their real faces. Where you’d see mine.”

“You could just show me now, and then I wouldn’t have any kind of surprise.”

You didn’t expect him to go for that, to buy it, and you gasped a little as the man before you changed. Soft and fluffy brown hair was longer, brushing around his shoulders in strands that weren’t tied back into a bun, faded blue almost entirely taken over by black irises. His eyes were sunken a little deeper, some teeth a little sharper, jaw a little more defined, giving a much more dangerous look, the kind of intimidating you were sure was done purposefully to scare those who needed to be scared, crafted in the bowels of hell to torture the people who deserved it.

A deep pink and puffy scar ran along from the middle of his cheek and into the stubble on the right hand of his face, emerging further down along his neck. The sleeve of his left arm seemed to strain a little more now, shining metal poking out from underneath, a mixture of battered metal and shining steel, metal digits forming a fist as you stared down at the appendage.

Reaching a hand out towards him, he huffed, pulling it away from you, leaning the entire left side of his body out of your reach. “What are you doing?”

You ignored him, taking the hand in both of your own, and the coolness of it sent shocks along your nerves, goosebumps rising on your skin. He let you lift it, inspecting each finger carefully, gears shifting under your touch each time a finger moved, and he sighed as you lifted the hand, resting it over your cheek again, the same way he’d had it only moments ago, when it had been under the illusion of flesh and blood. “You still don’t scare me, Bucky.”

He let out a laugh, a breathless one, before he was closing the distance between the two of you, lips meeting your own, and a small squeak left you as his mouth pressed to your own carefully. It was all entirely new to you, feeling his other hand find your waist, nails scratching lightly at your skin through the material of your shirt, before you were placing your own hands on his shoulders, grasping at his shirt as you moved your mouth with his own.

It was slightly awkward, and slow, and you could feel yourself fumbling, but as your eyes slipped closed and you matched his rhythm, you found everything within yourself slipping away. You hadn't quite realised what it would be like, to have another person pressed up so close to you, and to know how it felt when their eyelashes tickled your cheeks the way his were know, that feelings within your stomach like fireworks were going off was making you feel lightheaded, gasps for breath each time he pulled back, twisting his head, noses bumping, before softly swollen lips were finding you once again.

It was of their own accord that your hands slipped from his shoulders to his neck, one travelling even further into his hair, gripping tightly as you pushed up into him, almost falling from your chair as your legs went weak as you tried to stand a little, and he turned you around, lower back pressing into the cool marble for support, before a low growl sounded out. It reverberated along your entire body, and you trembled a little under his hold, teeth dragged over your lower lip, before he was pulling away.

You were chasing after him, feeling his grip loosen on you and you whined, catching his lips again in a little kiss, a chuckle breaking it as he backed away enough to rest his forehead on your own.

“Don’t be greedy. I’ll kiss you again, later.”

“Or, you could kiss me now?” You teased, letting him lift you up to sitting on the countertop, and he wrapped your legs around his waist, thumb smoothing over your cheek as he felt that same embarrassed warmth flood your skin. He pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw, using his nose to tilt your head back, before he was nipping lightly about the pulse point along your neck, and you weren’t in control of the sound that left you as he did, or the way your thighs tightened around his waist.

“I could, but, I thought you wanted to go to Hell.”

“I do.” You mumbled, before realising fully what he’d said, and you pulled him back by a handful of his shirt between his shoulder blades, darkened eyes finding yours in a curious gaze. “I do. Are you serious?”

“You have to promise to stay by my side.” You nodded, vehemently, a wide smile taking up on your face. “You also have to wear a watch.”

“I thought time worked differently?” You teased, and he rolled his eyes, taking your chin between his thumb and a metal forefinger, cutting off your laughs with a short kiss.

“It does, that’s the whole point. We need to know when to get you home.”

You only nodded, dropping down and disappearing, searching through your drawers and cabinets until you found the device you were looking for, checking its display against the wall clock on your bedroom wall, and thanking your lucky stars that it still displayed the correct time. You were attaching it to your wrist and waving it at him proudly as you reemerged, and he held his hand out for you.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Well, you only live once, right?” He huffed, fixing you with a pointed stare, and you burst out in a series of little laughs at your own words. “Well, some of us only live once, anyway.” He took your hand in his, barely letting you swipe up your keys before you were following him out of the door and back towards the stairs, stumbling over your own feet slightly. “Am I going to have to die for us to get there?”

“What? No. Why would you think that?” The crackling in his voice was amusement, and you shrugged, letting him guide you through the door that said ‘staff only’, and at this point, you’d stopped even questioning his actions.

“Well, I don’t exactly see a lot of portals to hell on my day-to-day travels.”

“It’s like a door that only demons can open. On this day, of all days. Sorta’ like a magnet, you just think about it, and it pulls you to where you're supposed to be.” It wasn’t exactly a description that set you at ease, and as you made it to the top of the staircase he was pulling you up, you were met with the sight of the sprawling skyline, the sounds of a busy city filled with people who were none the wiser to your current situation going about their mundane lives below, and even after today, you know you’d never be that same mundane person again.

Stepping out onto the roof, you were in awe, never having ventured up and gotten to appreciate it, and while your apartment was high up and the view was the same, it was more the experience that was leaving you speechless.

“Are you ready?”

When you followed the sound of his voice, he was standing on the edge of the building, hand held out to you once again, and you weren’t sure when you’d ever slipped away from him. You wandered over, nausea sweeping across you as you leaned over the edge to look down, the people on the streets below looking more like specks in the distance, and you pulled back rapidly. “To jump off the roof? That’s seriously the way to go?”

“It’s the fun way.”

You scoffed, knowing he was just doing it to mess with you, and he took your hands in his, guiding your gaze back up to his face. Wrapping your arms around his neck, and you held on tightly, feeling him grip your waist, pulling you in close.

“Just trust me, angel.”

For whatever reason, you did. You had full faith in a man who’d you’d only known for twelve hours, feeling him inch the two of you towards the edge, up onto the ledge, until you were precariously balanced, and your heart was threatening to beat right out of your chest. Pressing your face into his neck, his grip on you became bruising, and then you were falling.

The floor fell away, and you were racing downwards, hair whipping around your face as your eyes squeezed shut, that floating feeling becoming more like you were being dragged down. It was cold, biting cold, and utterly terrifying, and then it all just stopped. There was ground beneath your feet again, blood wasn’t pounding in your ears as you found yourself upright once again, and you were only dizzy from the way you’d held your breath, not from tumbling such a distance, and you forced yourself to exhale, slowly.

When you pulled away from him, the hand stroking soothingly up and down your back then stopped, and he lifted it to smooth down your hair instead. Whereas in your apartment, he’d seemed out of place and daunting in his own skin, now, he seemed to fit in perfectly. Shadows cast across his face made his features stand out, strong and bold, and instead of being scared you felt protected by his presence. It wasn’t nearly as loud as you’d expected it to be, and it was the exact opposite of what you’d pictured.

Instead of burning pits of fire and tortured screams, it was much like what Earth was, buildings and pathways and doors along each one, a reflection of the home you’d known so well, just with a little more destruction. He seemed to already know exactly what you were thinking, smirking his eyes a little, but you just accepted it, taking it all in. There was a bump against your lower leg, something soft that made you jump, and the man holding you chuckled. Turning, you watched a little cat run away. It had a torn ear and was missing an eye when it looked back at you, before it was dating through an open door before it closed, and you gaped a little as you lost sight of the orange-furred little critter.

“That was a cat.”

“Well, yes.” He deadpanned, hissing at the way you pinched his arm roughly for his words, and he mumbled under his breath about being careful before you ‘inadvertently achieved wrath’. “Haven’t you ever heard about cats being the guardians of the underworld?”

“In, like, Egyptian mythology, maybe.”

“Yeah, well, all myths and fables come from somewhere, right? Everything you’ve heard is just one interpretation of the same thing. Like versions of a story.” He offered, and you felt like every answer you got became all the more confusing, like you had no real idea about the world you’d been living in at all, until now. “C’mon. We have much to do, and little time.”

“What are we going to do?”

“You wanted to come here, that’s your choice.” He shrugged, and you gave him a blank look, as though you had any idea about what you were supposed to be doing. He seemed to pick up on it, a smile on his lips, before he was slinging an arm over your shoulders, and beginning to guide you away towards a door only a few down from one that you’d seen that little orange cat disappear through. When you got into the other side, you were in the hospital, the time seeming to move differently, everything around you flying by at super speed. “What’s the worst thing you ever witnessed in the hospital?”

“What?”

“The west thing. One of your patients, something you remember because it was just downright evil.” It took you a moment, but the worst one came to mind, and you felt sad witnessing it all over again.

“There was this man in here, once. Both he and the kid across from me were my patients. The kid was a car crash victim, both parents died, he was on life support, we were doing everything we could. If the kid died, he would have been the organ donor. The man smothered the kid in his sleep, we didn’t realise until the autopsy was done, by which point the guy had fled.” You shrugged, and he asked for the date, to which you mumbled, that day burned into your mind to last forever.

With a wave of his hand, that same speed that had been dizzying to watch as it moved like a movie on fast-forward was now frozen completely, and with a click, there was an entirely new setting.

Easter decorations, all around the hospital, Mercedes at the reception desk still had her hair dyed blue instead of her usual fiery red, the colour had taken a good couple of years to totally grow out; somehow, he’d taken you right back to the night that it had happened. Rainy, filled with clouds, water swilling around your car, and there was a loud storm outside. You remembered because it felt fitting, and it almost felt comforting when you’d cried in your car about it all before being able to drive home that night.

“Which room?”

“I, um, room three-oh-four.” You guided him through the halls, completely in awe of the way it resembled your place of work so clearly, and yet nobody could see it at all. You could see yourself, a younger version, standing behind the nurse's station and covering your yawn with your hand, a file in your hand as you tried to focus on it, and it was shocking to see it from such a different angle. You froze up a little as you approached the room, the two opposites, and you felt your heart crack a little at seeing that little boy alive once again, even if it was just barely. “That’s the guy.”

He followed the direction of your finger, a head of black hair in the bed across, idling himself on his phone, and Bucky stepped into the room, a sneer on his lips. Glancing at the name across the chart, he couldn't quite see it, but you already knew it anyway.

“Brock Rumlow.”

“Sounds like an asshole kinda’ name, already.” You could only nod, and just like that, Bucky was moving the timeline forwards again. Day to turned to night outside, you watched as he disappeared for a second, only to reappear a moment later, and then there was night becoming day, and he was taken to surgery, and the day flew by, bodies flying in and out, the flash of your own floral-patterned dress as you move in and out throughout the day, and then, a week later, he was leaving. It slowed, you watched as he went, following him right out of the hospital and into a cab, and he was none the wiser as in this turn of events, you and Bucky joined him.

It went by again, years flying back, Bucky’s eyes moving as he somehow seemed to see and understand every moment, before suddenly, it was all stopping. You were out of the cab, but when you left it, it was a firetruck instead. The building before you was burning, thick plumes of smoke curling up into the air, windows were broken as tall flames curled up and roared into the sky. Sirens were wailing, and water was spraying, and you could feel the heat even from here.

“Building fire.”

“Hm?” You twisted to look at him, and the demon beside you motioned up to the building.

“That’s how the universe got even with Brock Rumlow. He stole organs from a child, and he got trapped inside his apartment. He’s down here.” You felt your breath get stuck in your throat as he said those words, before you were finding his hand, gripping tightly with both, and his fingers curled back around your hand, before he was sighing, loudly. “Do you want to see him now?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, everything around you seeming to go into slow motion as he dulled the sounds, before you were pressing yourself into him a little more, feeling his lips brush against your temple as you let out a breathless laugh.

“I’ve thought so much about what I would do if I ever saw him again. Give him a piece of my mind, tell him how bad of a person he is, make him feel bad. Now, though, I’m not all that sure I could control myself.”

“Who says you have to?” You peered up at him, eyes wide, and he shrugged, cupping your face with both hands as he watched panic begin to take over you. “He’s a child killer, a selfish prick, he deserves everything he gets down here. This is a place for punishment, and maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

“Okay.”

He took your hand, the closest door to the two of you opening back up, and just like that, you were back in the stone hallways, crossing over to a wooden door, bolted from the outside, and as his hands wrapped around the handle, it changed, simplistic designs shifting to that of one you’d expect to see on a little farm cottage, before he was opening it up and ushering you inside.

“Where are we?”

“His Hell-scape.” The door scratched against cobblestones as it was pushed shut behind you. “Germany, early nineteen forties, the precipice of modern medicine. It’s cold, and he’s fled from the war, he’s taking shelter in a little farm cottage. He needs surgery, and you’re about to perform it. There’s a kid, who could donate the blood, he’s sitting over there by the fireplace.”

Just as he said that, the door swung open once again, and there he was, stumbling inside as blood seeped between his fingers, and just like that, for the first-ever time in one of these scenarios, he was looking you dead in the eyes. He begged for help, and the little boy by the fireplace looked up, wide eyes and he was on his feet, dashing over to you. He cleared the table, helping the man to lie down, like the good little soul he was, and you ushered him away upstairs. With a knife from the kitchen, you sliced open the front of his shirt, watching as blood oozed out of several bullet wounds across his front.

Blood spewed out, and for a second, guilt washed over you as you hesitated in your motions to save him, but then you were remembering everything he’d done, and you could feel the presence of Bucky behind you, the scene you’d relieved as you watched the evil take place, and you felt no regret as you pushed a finger against one of the wounds. Hard metal met your finger, blood-curdling screams from him on the table as you pushed it even deeper, before pulling away, and making sure that he was looking you in the eyes as he did.

You weren’t sure if he was able to recognise you, or whether he was completely engrossed inside of this illusion, but you swore you saw something pass over his eyes, seconds before he was passing out. Little feet were coming down the stairs, and the boy was there again, watching rivers of blood dripping into puddles as they ran from the tabletop, a teddy tucked safely in his arms as he looked up to you again.

“Are we going to save his life?”

“No.” You hummed, wiping your hands on a rag, and it was shockingly different to see the way the boy whose eye colour you’d never seen before looked, how young he really was, and you took him by the hand as you guided him up the stairs. Tucking him in and brushing the hair back out of his face, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he fell asleep before your eyes, chest rising and falling of its own accord. It wasn’t real, you felt it slipping away under your fingers, and when you made it back down the stairs, the man on the table was dead, hand hanging limp, and it all slipped away.

Darkness filled the room, the features melted away, and he guided you back to the corridors, tears sliding down your cheeks as you left it all behind.

There was concern on his face when he looked at you, but you didn’t care, because you were pulling him in by a fistful of his shirt in order to press desperate and needy kisses to his lips. He reciprocated, humming happily as his hands found your hips, smoothing around towards your back, one warm and one cold as they pressed to you, and your wet cheeks pressed to his, gasping breaths as you sought out comfort in his touch.

“Are you okay?

“I’ve never felt like this before.” He pulled back, whining a little when you kept pressing up into him, and he pushed you back a little bit, ignoring your complaints. “It’s a rush, and it felt bad but only for a second, before it felt right. Not to hurt someone else, but to serve justice. I love saving lives, I do, but that felt incredible. It felt like closure.”

“You officially checked off wrath, angel.”

“I don’t think you can call me that anymore.” You teased, and he shook his head, pulling you in close enough to brush his lips against your own. It was a fleeting kiss, something that left you desperately craving more as you burned up from the inside out.

“You’re always gonna’ be my little Halloween angel.” He grinned, trying to wipe your cheeks dry.

“I think I’m checking off envy, too.” He beamed, raising his brows in silent questioning, and you gave him a lame shrug of your shoulders in response. “I just don’t think I could go back to my regular life and be happy now, knowing there’s so much more that I could be experiencing. My job won’t be fulfilling when I know how much better it would be to do yours, and be here. I hate that you don’t worry about anything, that you haven't spent your whole life worrying if you're good enough to get into somewhere only to spend the rest of eternity keeping up those standards. I wouldn’t have to be anyone but my true self here, and now, I’m not even sure if I know who that is.”

“You could find out, though.”

“Also, there’s a girl over there who keeps looking at you and I don’t like it.” He glanced over his shoulder, noting the pretty demon who was waving at him, tight curls and red lipstick and she looked like she was straight out of the world war’s era, but then again, everybody down here seemed to be fixed in some kind of time period or another.

“Envy doesn’t suit you, angel. You much more suit pride.”

His fingertips pressed into your sides a little, tickling you lightly, and you grinned, mind leaving her as you came crashing back into a world where only you and he existed. Dipping down, his nose brushed with yours, and you closed the gap, sighing out happily when you felt the rough prickles of his beard under your palm, the other hand sliding down to rest on his chest.

The tip of a tongue traced your lower lip, and you gasped at the feeling, before his tongue was pressing through the parting and into your mouth, a needy noise slipping from you before you could control it, leaving you feeling like you were floating within the clouds as you fell even further into him. You were pressed up to him now, bodies colliding, and what was once slow and sensual suddenly felt like it was rushed and frantic. Mouths meshing, growls and whines shared between you both and you were ruining the neat bun in his hair as your hands were pushed into his mouth.

His hands were exploring too, further than they’d ever been, one solid and one fleshy and then there was a warm palm gripping tightly at your ass, squeezing the flesh there roughly, and you keened up into him even further. Metal lifted you up, your legs fastening around his waist automatically, and you could feel him moving as you gripped onto him roughly. One hand digging nails into his shoulder as the other tugged on a fistful of his hair, a ragged moan leaving his lips as the two of you stumbled through the nearest doorway. Bedsheets found your back, and you were breathing clearly again as a hot mouth travelled along your jaw.

Stinging skin, drags of his teeth over heated flesh, and you were living in a world you’d never been in before as you felt those same hands now dip underneath your shirt, beginning to push it up as he adventured further.

“Where are we?” You mumbled, eyes fixed on the low hanging lighting extension from the ceiling, and he pulled back from the mark he was working to leave on your collarbone, an incredulous look on his face as he peered up at you. Swollen and shiny lips, half-lidded eyes, and a slight shine to his skin that paired with his messy hair made him look even more sinful than he usually did.

“My, uh, my room?” You sat up a little more to take it in, and he leaned back from where he was balanced over you, letting you take it all in.

“How convenient that all the doors you need are so close together.” He grinned, shaking his head in a way that made you think you were missing something, and he pulled you to sit up a little more, the haze over you both clearing slightly.

“Sweetheart, most of the doors work like the entrances, you just have to think about where you’re going, and you go there.”

It was like your world was clearing up, and as he knelt back, you moved forwards enough to settle into his lap, a soft giggle leaving you when you felt his hands come down to grip at your ass to keep you balanced, a smirk on his face as you did. “I was kinda’ expecting, like, bones on the wall, dungeons, dark, flickering torches, the whole shebang. I’m almost disappointed that it looks like a normal bedroom.”

“You have a bad habit of believing stereotypes.” He muttered, leaning in again to take your lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it lightly, and you keened up into him, finding the mattress either side of you dipping a little as he held himself up over you. “And I thought that after everything we’d done today, you’d have reconsidered it all.”

“Well, after all we’ve done today, I still have one sin left to complete.”

He grinned, nodding his head before his mouth was closing over your own. With one warm hand gently pushing up the edge of your shirt, you let him take it, sitting up just enough to let him peel the material from your body, before he was kissing along your neck, licking and sucking his way along the flesh until it was stained with blotchy red marks that would blossom into purple bruises sooner or later.

Then, as his fingers brushed over the delicate skin of your ribs, he was letting out a breathy laugh, pulling away once his lips were grazing the edge of your bra.

“Angel, I gotta’ be honest with you. I really like you, I do, but this bra is awful.”

You looked down at yourself, head clearing for just a second, before you were groaning, shaking your head as you looked down at the garment strapped to your body. “I don’t own any other bras! They’re practical, they support me at work. I’ve never really had a reason to own fancy underwear."

You were popped up on your elbows, and he grinned wickedly, metal hand undoing the catch with a simple flick of his fingers, and then it was falling loose. “Bet you’re wearing cute little white cotton panties, too, huh?”

You could only nod, feeling a blush beginning to climb onto your cheekbones, and it was a feeling you were rapidly growing familiar with while being in his presence.

“You drive me insane, in all your innocence. Am I the first person to get near your sweet little cunt? Tell me I am, angel.”

“You are.” You were breathless, everything from the way his lips curled around the words, to the sound of his voice, right to the way his eyes raked over you in a way that could only be described as predatorily, made your body burst out in flames, craving something you didn’t even know, but you just knew you needed him to keep going, to continue with whatever it was he was doing, because he had you floating on Cloud Nine.

“I’m gonna’ take such good care of you, I promise.” As he pulled the material away from your chest, that heat was spreading down, along your neck, and yet you didn't feel anything but powerful under his gaze. You’d never expected to have this kind of life, after hearing from your mother what had happened to your father for his sins, you were determined not to follow that path, but now, you wanted it all. You didn’t care about standards and responsibilities, you just wanted to drown in the way his tongue was dragging along your stomach as he left wet kisses along your skin, until he was mouthing at the place just above your jeans, soft skin teased with lips and teeth, until he was popping the button on your jeans carefully.

He took it all, stripping you down and taking his time, mumbling praises into your skin until there was nothing else clad on you, except for the slip of cotton over your core, and he was kneeling back at the end of the bed, two large hands palming at your thighs, and he licked over his lip, dragging the lower between his teeth roughly.

“Fucking hell, angel, you’re drippin’.” A single digit, lifting to brush over your covered folds, and as you were touched so intimately, you couldn't help the gasp that slipped from you. “Ruining your panties, sweetheart, soaking right through ‘em.”

“Please.”

He looked up as you whispered the words, eyes already blown out dark with lust, the grey-blue colour you so deeply adored was almost entirely gone, and it was like the tension in the room shot up even further. “Do you even know what you’re asking for, angel, or do you just want more?”

There was a teasing undertone laced in his voice, and you would’ve commented on it, snapped back at him for his taunt, had it not been for the way he lifted that finger up, knuckle brushing over the pulsing bud between your legs, and then he was circling it, a dull pressure applied, and your hips left the bed as your back arched. “That! I want more of that.”

“So fucking pretty, all needy and beggin’ for me, already.” He switched his positions, instead of a knuckle, it was the flat of a finger, and you were already shaking under his touch as your entire body lit up with fireworks. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once we do, there’s no going back. You don’t want to save yourself for someone special?”

“I’m already with someone special.”

His motions paused, before a slightly bashful smile took over his face, and you giggled upon looking at him, sitting up enough to take his face in your hands, moaning against his lips as he picked his movements back up, just to drive you crazy. “You sweet-talkin’ me, angel?”

“Nobody would ever believe me if I could make a demon blush.”

“Just something about you. Don’t know what it is, but you drive me crazy.” He whispered, closing the distance as you continued to test him, a sloppy kiss that was more collisions of lips and tongue, and you could barely keep up. You were so focused on the way it felt to be utterly surrounded by every inch of him that you didn’t feel him move until the barrier of fabric was gone, tearing meeting your ears and then there was nothing between you both, a calloused finger gathering the wetness you’d built up, slick on his finger, and your breath hitched as the tip of that same warm digit traced your entrance.

Anticipation, anxiety, and slight fear washed over you, and he seemed to sense it, from the way that you tensed up, before he was pushing you back down to lay in the bedding, body pressed to your own. You were tugging at the shirt on his shoulders, whining a little, before he let you pull it up, holding himself up long enough for you to strip it away.

“Let me open you up, okay? Get you ready, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Stealing a final kiss, he distracted you, the way a finger slipped inside was something entirely new, your closed eyes snapping open again, and he let out a long and deep sound into your mouth, feeling every inch of your walls clamp up around his intruding finger, wet and velvet and enticing. He pumped it slowly, a wince on your face at the pull at your entrance, before you forced yourself to take a deep breath, focusing instead on the way his lips felt on your skin, and the way it felt when your bare flesh was gliding over his.

Erotic, sweat built up that made your skin stick against his in the most arousing way, the dips between his muscles shining, making everything about him stand out even more prominently, and you had never allowed yourself to consider a man as particularly attractive before, but now you were seeing through a whole new gaze, you were certain it couldn't get much better than him. Sharp jaw, pretty features, broad shoulders and a mouth to give up all innocence for, you couldn't even blame yourself for giving everything up to him.

There was a curling of his finger, the blunt nail dragging over your walls, and a shudder ran along your entire body as he did, a cry of his name leaving your lips, and suddenly, the final puzzle seemed to click into place. There was something romantic about offering yourself up to someone like this, something incredibly intimate about the way it felt to let yours be this vulnerable under someone else’s gaze, and you had never felt anything like this in your entire life.

A twisting in your lower belly, muscles clenching, and then another sting, a second finger sliding into you with ease as you all but dripped for him, the pain far more tolerable and even a little bit pleasurable this time around, before you were stretched around two thick fingers, barely processing the words he was offering to you, because your vision was going fuzzy and you felt like you’d left all forms of reality that you’d ever known.

Hands clenched in the sheets, tugging them roughly as you stiffened, and a soothingly cold hand pressed down on your chest, you hadn't realised your heart was racing and you were dragging in desperate breaths until the weight of the limb forced you to calm down. Bringing a hand up, you clung to him, frantic for some kind of grounding connection as you felt the rest of your inhibitions slip away. It felt like you were breaking down that final gate, like you were bursting from a cage, freedom and liberation and a feeling you’d never had before but were already addicted to the taste of.

Your throat stung, eyes burning from unshed tears, before he was pulling those fingers from you, an obscene slurping finding your ears, and you weren’t sure when your eyes had rolled back, or when your body had left the bedding, but when you collapsed back down into the soft cushions, with deep and raspy breaths, and forced your eyes open, he was licking crudely at his fingers, watching you carefully, something between caring and cocky stitched into his features.

“What just happened?”

“You just had your first orgasm, baby. How’d it feel?” He wiggled his brows, a smile that made you laugh, and you were still trembling, forcing yourself to relax as you melted into the blankets and untangled your fingers, surprised you hadn't ripped them entirely.

“I loved it.”

“Good.” The tip of his nose bumped against your own, and yet he never granted you a kiss, swerving away just long enough to settle himself between your thighs. “So much I want to do to you, so little time.”

He tutted to himself, and the denim of his jeans brushed over your sensitive centre as he dipped his head down. You weren’t sure where to focus, whether you were meant to fix your attention on the way his lips seal around one perky bud of a nipple, or the way you were meeting him roll for roll as you ruined the front of his jeans, material growing damp with your juices as you pleasured yourself, broken noises let out into the air as he abused your chest, switching between your breasts until he was satisfied with the way he’d left your skin spit-slick and shining.

A hand in his hair, you dared to take control, sick of waiting, and just wanting to get to the main event, what you did now know, and you needed it more than you’d ever needed anything in your entire life. You hadn't felt truly alive, or comfortable in your own body, until this moment, as he brought you to life and made you see stars, gave you things you’d never even known existed.

“Bucky, please. I can’t take waiting any longer.”

“Okay, angel. I got you, I know what you need.” He managed to peel himself away, a cool breeze sweeping in where he’d once been before he was stripping himself down of the remaining garments covering his body, and you felt your mouth go dry as he was finally revealed to you. He may have been crafted in hell, the epitome of sin and debauchery, and you weren’t surprised that so many people gave up on their purity to give in to lust, because you were just as weak as the rest of them as you looked at him.

Toned and tanned flesh, tapering down from broad shoulders to a narrow waist, defined muscles, sinewy skin and prominent veins, before a hard and leaking cock as bobbing in the air before you. He seemed to know you were admiring him, taking in every detail and committing it to memory, because he flexed a little, a look on his face that you were oh-so-familiar with, before you were reaching out to him.

He was happy to crawl into your arms, lifting your legs onto his waist, sticky pre-cum smearing across your thigh, before he was dipping into your wetness, gathering it up as he rocked his length against your folds, shared breath turning to pants as his forehead rested to your own. “Before we do this, I just wanted to say something.”

“Hm, don’t tell me you secretly have a tail that only comes out when you cum.”

He shook, his entire body wracked by the laugh that he let out, and he pulled back far enough that you could see the sparkle in his eyes, before he was shaking his head, a series of pecks pressed to your lips between muffled giggled from the pair of you, until you managed to calm down. “No, sorry to ruin another one of your predetermined opinions on demons.”

“I’ll get over it.”

He delivered a particularly sharp thrust, the tip of his cock bumping your clit, making your jerk in his hold, and you encouraged him on quickly, the scrape of your nails along his back making him hiss out. “I wanted to say that I haven’t felt like this in centuries, you’ve flipped your whole world upside down in just twenty-four hours. I wanted you to know that this is special, between me and you, just so you don’t regret it in a few days, when you think about us, when you're back home in your fancy apartment and living your normal life.”

“I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m with you.”

He took the compliment, not bothering to reply, but leaning in to take your lips with his own in a passionate kiss, as another hand slipped between your bodies to line himself up, before he was inching into you, taking his time and making sure not to hurt you. When he saw your face screw up, his hand caught yours, fingers weaving together and pressing back into the mattress, confirming that he was with you, an apology for the pain and a promise that it would go away without him even having to speak.

As his hips finally came to press to your own, you were holding back a sob, the wide girth and length he had were far more than his fingers had been, and while you’d stretched to accommodate him, it was still a new struggle, and you let out a low breath, feeling the soft presses of pecks along your cheeks and jaw, as he waited patiently. There was tension in his body, from top to bottom, feeling his muscles clench under your hands, and you rolled your hips experimentally.

A shot of pain, a whimper from your lips, but you weren't sure if that sound came from the sharp pain or the heated pleasure, a burst of it from within you, and your jaw dropped, and he let out a ragged sound, face pressed into your neck. “Holy shit, angel, you’re squeezin’ me like a fucking vice, tightest damn pussy I’ve ever known. Perfect, just like the rest of you.”

You grinned, hating the way that his filthy words could slide right into something endearingly sweet that had your stomach flipping and your heart skipping beats, all within in a split-second. “You can move now, it’s okay.”

He only gave a short nod, before he was doing as you offered, pulling back just enough to press back into you, a shallow thrust that didn’t offer much, drawn-out and delicate, but then there was another, stronger and faster, and he moved slowly, inch by inch each time, until he was pulling himself from you almost completely, and sinking back into your sodden heat.

“Oh, fuck.”

He bit down on your shoulder as you swore, cursing himself under his breath, tongue lapping over the spot. When he raised his head, there were wisps of brown hair plastered to his forehead, messy and tangled and you thought he looked stunning this way. Pink flushed cheeks, wide eyes, glistening skin, it was almost angelic, and there were certainly bits of him that made you question his allegiance, but then again, in the span of just one day, he’d made you question absolutely everything you ever knew.

Deep and fast thrusts, and you could feel every throb, every drag of him within you, each time he pulled away just to sheath himself within you once again, and you could feel your own throat stinging with the continuous loops of noises that you were letting out for him. He shifted, slowing for just a second, before one of your legs was being hiked up from his waist to his shoulder, and then, it was getting even better.

You thought he’d shown you the height of pleasure, that the feeling of being connected with him in such a way was all that it could be, but then he was reaching all new depth that made you scream. You couldn't take it, the continuous pounding on that little patch that made everything go blank. Stars in your eyes, white noise that barely let through the sounds of his loud moans and sobs of pleasure, but you could feel him coming undone atop of you, the way his pace faltered and his arm gave way, pressing you into the bed as he lost all semblance of self-control.

He was fucking into you without mercy, and you knew you’d be sore in the morning but right now you needed more. Your heel was digging into his lower back as you came unravelled once again, a peak crashing over you that was ten times stronger than the first had been and you were clinging to him like he was your only lifeline. Fingertips were digging into his flesh, nails raking red welts into his skin and he was growling and grunting, before gripping you with a hold so tight it was bruising, and a whole new kind of warmth washed over you.

His heavy-weight collapsing onto you was enough to warm you from the outside, but then he was spilling deep within you, a broken sound that tailed off at the end as his voice cracked, and you decided that in that exact moment, if you never got to experience anything this good ever again, you’d always cherish exactly how it felt to be marked and claimed as his, to know that no matter what, a little piece of your heart and soul would always belong to him, and him to you.

When he finally stopped moving, he didn’t pull out, but instead, rolled the two of you over until you were cushioned against his chest, and cheek pressed over the racing heart under his chest, and you grinned to yourself at knowing that you could make his heart do that, the organ he hadn't felt used in so long was now in overdrive under his ribs, and it was all for you. It wasn’t love, it couldn't be, it had only been a day; infatuation, curiosity, adoration, a range of emotions flooded through you but it was the possibility of something entirely new, and you thought it was perfect.

Clearly, he was feeling it too, because when you finally moved away from him, his eyes opened again, a weak sound of protest coming from him as you removed yourself from his body, laying down beside him, and sitting up a little, offering him a smile as he watched you. “Don’t leave yet. Stay with me a few more minutes.”

“I’m not going anywhere just yet, don’t you worry.” He was put at ease by that, you could see it from the way his shoulders slumped, and the breath he let out, before his arms were circling your waist and he was collapsing down against you.

You may never get into the version of ‘Heaven’ you’d always believed you were destined for, but this was more than that, it was everything you never knew you needed. Bringing a hand up to his hair, you wove your fingers into the damp strands, and he rumbled blissfully at the feeling, nuzzling further into your body as he did.

The rough stubble on his cheeks tickled you, made you want to shove him away and laugh out loud, but you wanted to hold him and comfort him more, the man overwhelmingly clingy after being intimate, and you treasured it. You had no experience to compare anything to, he was the master here, and you were learning everything, and you were sure to him that was like learning to walk while he was running marathons and doing hurdles, but he was patient and kind, and it was just another thing you’d assumed wrong about him.

Twenty-four hours ago you were someone completely different. Pure, and innocent, and completely unaware of the world you were a part of, and now, you never wanted to go back. He’d made you a promise that everything could be forgotten by midnight if you didn’t like it, but you wanted these memories and these moments burned into your mind forever, never to be taken away from you, so you’d always live in the time that your life changed for the better.

“So, I get it now.”

“Get what, sweetheart?” His words were given to you in a whisper, from where his cheek was pressed to your stomach, and you continued his hair, enjoying the happy rumble he let out as you did. The watch on your wrist showed the time, and you watched as he checked it, letting out a disgruntled little huff, before he was squeezing you a little tighter once again.

“Lust. Why so many people give in to it. That was incredible.”

“It only gets better. Didn’t want to break you on your first time, though.” He pressed a kiss to your skin, snickering as you scoffed at his words, and then he was pulling away far enough to sit up. You could see the scarring along his left shoulder so much clearer now, metal meeting flesh, bound with red scarring that marred beautiful golden skin, and yet his imperfections only made him seem even more perfect to you. “Maybe next year we’ll explore some more.”

“Next year?”

“Halloween is almost over, sweetheart.” You let him crawl further up your body, searching for your lips with his own until he wound his way home, and you flopped back into the pillows, taking him with you, breathless laughs expelled into both mouths until he was pulling away. “Mhm, no. When you kiss me like that, we get carried away.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, I like to think I can hold out, and I don’t think we could get everything I want to do to you done within six minutes.” He sighed dramatically, before rolling off of you and onto the bed beside you.

“What if we had more than six minutes?” He twisted his head studying you for a minute, before his lips were parting, and he was pulling your hands from where you were picking at the loose threads on the bedsheets, and he was bringing your knuckles to his mouth, gentle kisses pressed to them.

“Don’t speak in riddles, we don’t have the time for that.”

“What if I stayed?”

He sat up a little more, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “You know if you stay, this is the only place you’ll ever end up. Even if you left next year, even if you decided not to be here anymore, while you still have your life. You’ll never get into Heaven. You only have three minutes to make a decision that’ll decide the rest of your life.”

“I think I’ve already made it.” Something eerily similar to hope flickering between your eyes, and you only gave him a sweet grin, before his face was cracking open in a wide beam, and he was lunging at you again. “What did Heaven ever do for me anyway? I think I’d much rather stay and be a sinner here with you.”

He bumped the tip of his nose against yours, before moving down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, pausing for long enough to speak; “Maybe, but you’ll always be my angel.”

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The Prince ~ JJK [Request] [M]

↱↱↱Word Count: 3.5K

↱↱↱Genre: Fluff and SMUT

↱↱↱Pairing: Prince!Jungkook x Princess!Reader

↱↱↱A/N: I still suck at names but I hope this is okay for you sweetie

Your mum was standing in front of your bed while you laid on the double bed, she'd just informed you that she was in the middle of arranging a marriage for you. 

"You want me to marry a stranger?" You asked looking over at her as she walked around your room, she stopped at your dressing table and looked at the tiara that was sitting there. 

"It won't be like that and you knew it was coming. You're of age now." You sighed looking down at your silk bed sheets, you knew she was right but it didn't make the situation any better. 

"I know but marrying a stranger? Shouldn't I know them beforehand?" She sighed looking over at you but you weren't looking at her, you were staring at the photo of you and Prince Jungkook from the neighbouring town.

"Would you prefer if it was someone you knew?" You hummed looking at the photo not paying attention to what she was saying, you were too busy thinking about when the photo was taken. 

Jungkook was slinging back another drink and handing you another one, you'd snuck out of your castle with him and you were going around the village drinking together. Neither of you in your usual prince and princess attire, switching into jeans for Jungkook and a random t-shirt and you were wearing a flowing black dress with spaghetti straps it was relaxing.

"I never knew we could have so much fun." You giggled throwing down another shot and looking at Jungkook and then over his shoulder, a group of girls were all staring at him and you felt a twinge of jealously washing over you. Girls had been coming up to him all night to tell him how hot he was and how much they wanted his number which he naturally declined. 

"We should get more!" You yelled dragging his attention away from them, though Jungkook would never admit it to you he loved the attention he was getting from them but you hated it. He was your best friend and you knew you shouldn't feel that way about it him but you couldn't help it. 

"I'll go and order." You whispered when the group of girls came up to you, giving you dirty looks until you walked away going over to the bar to order some more shots. You kept sneaking glances over at Jungkook who was flexing his arms for the girls and you scoffed at him, leaning over the bar to order when you felt a slap across your ass. 

"Excuse you!" You yelled turning around to see a 6'3 guy smirking down at you, he was biting down on his bottom lip and looking you up and down as if you were a piece of meat. 

"You're excused gorgeous." You scoffed at him and took the tray of shots over to Jungkook who'd seen the whole thing and was starting to bubble with anger that someone had touched you like that.

"Who was that?" He asked through gritted teeth, you shrugged your shoulders and took one of the shots. 

"I don't know but if he touches me again I'll chop his hands off." Jungkook chuckled at you and downed another shot. 

You were in another bar now both of you were equally as wasted as the other and you were leaning by the door getting ready to leave when the same man who had slapped your ass earlier came over, 

"You ready to go home with me baby?" He grabbed your ass again before taking hold of your hand and tried to walk with you but Jungkook kicked him in the back of the leg, 

"Don't touch her!" Jungkook screamed pulling you behind him and looking at the man but he wasn't having it, 

"I'll touch whoever I want-"

"You will not touch royalty in any way you please!" Everyone who was in earshot all turned to look at you both and you knew the cover was blown everyone now seemed to notice who you both were unlike before when they were oblivious. 

"Come on," Jungkook growled at you walking in the direction of where the car that had brought you was waiting, the driver asleep in the front seat. 

"I can't believe you let him touch you like that." He seethed as you got to the car, 

"I didn't-"

"He had his filthy hands all over you." You stared at him, Jungkook was getting red in the face and you knew he was angry at you but he had no reason to be. 

"Jungkook I didn't ask him to touch me!" You yelled at him and he scoffed, 

"You didn't push him off." You shook your head at him having enough of him acting like this, 

"What about you? With all those girls!?" You flipped your hair over your shoulder mocking them, you moved close to him. 

"Oh you're so hot and Oh my god! Look at your muscles." You mocked loudly and he pushed you against the door of the car growling at you loudly. 

"You're just jealous." He mumbled,

"Maybe." You spat back at him and that was it, your lips were connected and you were battling for dominance, you lost quickly and your hands were in his hair as he picked you up and pushed you against the car door, grinding his hips into you. 

"Fuck you're so hot." He mumbled against your lips kissing down your neck stopping once the car started up, the driver must have woken up.

That night was never spoken about again to anyone except your diary if your parents ever found out that you'd snuck out in the middle of the night your lives would be over in the snap of a finger. Unknown to you though both families knew that you'd gone out that night, your mother had your royal guard tail you the whole night and report back on anything that happened, the kiss shared between and a prince and princess was the talk of the castle for months. 

"I promise I'll find someone you'll like." You hummed and she walked out of the room going to find your father to make some preparations. Your eyes were still stuck on the photo of you and Jungkook, you were still close friends even after the kiss it was as if it never happened. Maybe he'd forgotten it but you never would, you'd never forget the sparks you felt when he finally kissed you after all the years of knowing each other. 

Jungkook was sitting across from you at the table while your parents talked about wedding preparations, 

"You want us to marry each other?" You questioned your eyes tearing away from him and over to your mum who was nodding at you, they'd all come to the agreement it would be great for the kingdom. 

"You're best friends, you only have to act like a couple in the public eye." You nodded looking down at your hands on your lap, 

"Yeah, we can just be a couple in public and be friends in the castle." To you, it felt like a stab in the chest hearing Jungkook talk like that even though you knew the kiss didn't mean anything to him there was a part of you that somehow wished it did mean something.

"Best friends." You mumbled looking at your mum who was now starting to regret her decision on this, she thought if you were arranged to be married to him it would somehow make the real feelings you felt for one another come out. It was no secret that Jungkook liked you back, well...it was a secret to everyone but you and him. You would never admit it to one another like that you were in love.

"I'm late for horse riding lessons, bye." You rushed out of the room without a proper goodbye or exit because you wanted to get away from Jungkook.

"You look, wonderful angel." Your mother whispered in your ear as the corset was tied tightly in the back, you were in a huge dress you could barely move in.

"Is this really necessary mum?" You asked as you were helped into the heels, 

"The dress? Of course! It's your wedding day." You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were in a huge princess dress which dipped in at the waist only to puff out after it, it had a v neck with off the shoulder short sleeves and was covered in expensive lace. The train behind you was huge as well but you weren't talking about the dress,

"The wedding...Is it necessary?" The maids who were all helping you get ready were excused and you and your mum were alone in the room. 

"A princess can not rule alone." You looked over at your mother who was now sitting on the arm of a fabric sofa, 

"So I have to marry my best friend-"

"We both know he's much more than that to you." Your heart stopped when you heard her say that,

"Mum-I-"

"It's obvious darling, now just put on a brave face and go out there..." The music started out in the church and you knew it was time, 

"Smile." You did as you were told and waited for your father to walk into the room to help you walk down the aisle. 

"Don't let me fall okay?" You whispered to him when he stood next to you, 

"Mums making me wear heels," He chuckled at you and lifted the front of your dress up, removing the heels and putting them on a desk inside of the room. 

"No one will see them," He promised, the doors swung open and you took a deep breath getting ready to go out and marry your best friend and for you...the love of your life. All eyes were on you as soon as you started your slow walk down the huge aisle to your husband to be who was dressed white pants with a red stripe and a blue blazer with white detailing he looked handsome.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto you as soon as the doors opened and he almost fell over the air, his best men all chuckled as they noticed him watching you walk towards him, 

"She looks-" He couldn't even find the perfect word for it because you were beyond words at that point,

"Look after her." Your father warned once you reached the top of the church, you and Jungkook held hands and he walked you the rest of the way to the vicar who was waiting with a giant smile on his face. 

"Please be seated." Everyone in the church sat down and you and Jungkook faced one another with a smile on your faces eyes dancing over to look at the guests, your mum was crying in the corner and so was Jungkook's mum. 

"We're gathered here today to bear witness to the marriage of Prince Jeon Jungkook and Princess Y/n Y/l/n..." 

The day was over and you were back in your now shared room with Jungkook. You were moved into one of the second biggest rooms in your castle. 

"Now what?" You asked as you looked around the room, it was a huge double bed. You and Jungkook had shared a bed before it was no big deal but you thought you were supposed to be friends when you were inside the castle. 

"Probably because of the maids." He assured you looking at you and biting his lip, he'd been wanting to kiss you again since the one you shared at the wedding.

"Right...I need out of this thing, it's awful." You walked into the en-suite and Jungkook watched after you wondering if it was weird to ask to kiss you or not. He took off his blazer and hung it up in the wardrobe and he began unbuttoning his shirt when you came back into the room still in the dress.

"Can you get me a chambermaid...I can't get it off." He nodded and walked out of the room to find someone coming back a couple of moments later with no one. 

"There's no one up here, turn around I'll do it." You turned around and he walked over his hands slowly working the corset strings and undoing them the dress became limp and you let out a huge breath of relief. 

"Thank god." You whimpered looking over your shoulder at Jungkook who was staring at you biting down on his lip, you slowly turned around to face him. 

"What?" You whispered and he looked at your face trying not to look at you, 

"You're wearing er- The er, it's nice..." You looked down at him and saw he was getting hard through his trousers and maybe it was the alcohol in your system that was giving you the confidence boost but you let go of the dress letting it fall to the floor to reveal the lace underwear he was nervous over. 

"You can look Kookie...I'm your wife now." You whispered and he bit down on his lip looking at your body, you reached out for his hand and placed it on your hip letting him feel the lace detailing. 

"W-What are you doing?" You stared at him and realised how stupid you were being, 

"Sorry I thought...It was stupid, I thought you liked me back." You rushed over to the bathroom but he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest. 

"I do." He mumbled bringing his hand up to your face and cupping it, you felt the same spark you did the night he kissed you before and he smirked seeing you get goosebumps, 

"You still react the same way you did that night." You pushed him away and stared at him. 

"You remember that night!?" You yelled at him and he blushed a bright red colour and you shook your head at him, 

"You remembered that night and decided to not tell me or ever kiss me again-" You were cut off by his lips on yours, his hands holding onto your waist as his thumb ran over the lace fabric of the white lingerie set you were wearing.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered pulling away from you and looking deep into your eyes, you felt a shiver run down your spine over the way he looked at you and he smirked knowing he had that effect on you, 

"Kiss me again." You whispered looking at him and he nodded bringing your bodies close together and kissing your lips gently. 

He fell back onto the bed as you kissed down his chest, he was stripped out of everything except his boxers and you were still standing in your lingerie set and you smirked as he watched you closely. 

"What are you doing?" You ran your hand down the front of his boxers to feel him and you were shocked at how big he was. 

"Fuck Kookie," You giggled taking off the boxers he was wearing and dropping to your knees in front of him, he watched as you slowly took the head into your mouth and began stroking him, 

"H-have you done anything like this before?" He whimpered throwing his head back as you took him all the way into your mouth, his head hitting the back of your throat. 

"Nope," You whispered after you pulled off him continuing to pump him in your hand and he stared at you, his hips bucking up into your hand. 

"So you're-" You nodded not feeling embarrassed that you'd never had sex because it was perfectly normal but you were sure you wanted Jungkook to be your first and apparently since you were now married, last time. You continued to take him in your mouth trying not to gag on his size but moaning around him whenever he bucked up into you, 

"S-Shit, you need to stop." But you didn't want to, pleasuring him and watching him come undone above you was making you wetter by the second but it was too much for Jungkook, he pulled you off him and pinned you down to the bed where he had been laid previously. 

"You think it's funny?" You giggled at him and he smirked biting down on your lip and kissing down your neck, 

"What if I teased you so much?" You whimpered as he used his hand to spread your legs apart taking a finger and running it up and down your exposed core. 

"So wet already," He chuckled dropping onto his knees, you maintained eye contact until he licked one stripe up your folds, your head threw back against the silk sheets at the new feeling and he continued to eat you out while staring up at you, humming against you and sending you into a frenzy. 

"Kookie!" You cried out your hands reaching out for something to grasp onto and he smirked at the sight, 

"You taste so fucking good." He groaned using one finger to stretch you out a bit, he began pumping slowly and watched your face closely as it contorted, moans slipping from your lips as well as his name. 

"I'm gonna add a second finger, okay?" You nodded and he smirked sucking on your clit as he added another finger into you, the stretch wasn't too hard to handle and you moaned out as his name as he continued to pump curling up his fingers as he did so sending your mind into a wave pool of thoughts.

"Fuck. Fuck. S-Shit, Kookie that feels so good-" You moaned out clenching around him and he smirked knowing you were going to cum, 

"Let go baby, cum for me." He whispered sucking on you clit once again and moaning against you, the knot that was growing in your stomach snapped and you cried out your legs shaking as you rode out your high on his fingers. Jungkook cleaned you up before coming back up onto the bed and kissing you. He pulled you up so you were both laying on the bed making out and he smiled at you, 

"Do you want to do this?" You nodded and he lined himself up at your entrance, looking down at you and biting on his lip.

"It's going to hurt but not for long," You winced as he slowly pushed his length inside of you, the stretch a lot bigger than his two fingers were your nails dug into his back and he kissed you lovingly mumbling apologises against your lips. Once he was all the way in, he held himself still looking down at you, your face was squished together in pain but you nodded for him to continue so he slowly began to thrust into you,

"You okay?" He asked and you nodded, the feeling wasn't something you were used to but it was okay, you nodded and he continued. 

"a-Ahh Jungkook right there." You moaned out your nails holding onto his shoulders as he hit your g-spot over and over again, it felt so good that the pain had subsided completely and it was turning into pleasure. Grunts were escaping from his lips as he moaned out your name, 

"You're so fucking tight." He grunted holding your hips down as he continued to thrust into you a little faster this time, you wrapped your legs around his waist not wanting it to end, 

"Feels so good." You moaned out, back arching away from the mattress as he hit your sweet spot again and again you felt that familiar band in your stomach tightening and you looked up at him. 

"I-I'm gonna cum again." You whimpered out, sad that this was going to be over soon but he kissed you sweetly and began rubbing your clit with his fingers. 

"Shit..." He groaned as you clenched around him tightly you moaned out his name,

"Cum for my princess." He smirked as he used your proper title and you moaned out his name loudly letting the band in your stomach snap and you exploded around him. This orgasm better than the last as he was burried deep inside of you, you felt dizzy as he continued to thrust in and out of you grunting as he came into you. 

He laid down beside you on the bed trying to calm his breathing and you rolled over to lay on him, 

"I love you Jungkook." You admitted looking up at him and he smiled down at you moving some of the sweaty hair away from your face, 

"It's a good thing we're married then." He teased earning a playful slap to the stomach, 

"Ouch- Shit, I love you too." He chuckled leaning down and kissing you once again, you pulled back and laid your head down on his chest. Now you knew why everyone in the castle seemed to have disappeared after the wedding. Leaving you both alone to consummate your marriage and seal the deal.

"I think my mother knew about my crush on you." You laughed sitting up in the bed and wincing as you were already beginning to feel sore,

"I think mine did too." He laughed looking at you and biting down on his lip, he really was one of the luckiest men in the world and so were you. 

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Want | Priest!Kay x Reader {Part I}

Fandom: Season of the Witch Modern!AU Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None yet, other than maybe some sacrilege? (I’m not Catholic and I know this is probably not going to be everyone’s cup of tea) but there will be smut in later parts.

a/n: I got this prompt (below) & at first wasn’t sure what to do for it, until @midnightseance inspired the idea & @immortalled encouraged me to go for it lol. Thank you two for being my sounding boards 💛

Prompt: Initially I wasn’t gonna request anything because I... didn’t really have anything in mind but then I had a brain blast. I request you writing something you’ve really wanted to write but maybe have talked yourself out of. Like something you thought no one would want- like this is your sign this is your signal. I want to read it! Watching you write something your heart is fully in is one of my favorite things i’ve seen since following you. It doesn’t matter what it is I want to see it!!

Requested by: Anonymous

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You’d always thought Catholic churches were gorgeous — the architecture, the sculptures, the stained glass windows — so why did you feel this gut churning sense of dread at the sight as you approached.

“You sure I’m not gunna burst into flame as soon as we cross the threshold, like in some sort of horror movie?” you leaned in to whisper in your fiance’s ear and he scoffed.

“If that actually happened in real life, then I probably would’ve spontaneously combusted years ago,” he answered wryly, his eyes flicking to his parents on his other side.

“Right,” you muttered, taking a deep breath as you passed through the large double doors with the rest of the parishioners.

The inside was just as beautiful as the outside and you gaped at the sprawling windows, glittering colourfully as the sun hit them just right, while trying not to think about how anxious you felt. As you filed into the pew with your fiance and his parents, you could feel eyes on you from all sides as people whispered under their breath.

“Is that Matthew’s fiance? She looks rather plainer than I’d expected.”

“Is it true they’re having the ceremony here? She’s not even Catholic.”

“Well, she must be converting.”

Sinking down in the pew, you felt very out of place, and it was obvious to those around you that you were an outsider. You’d never been to a Catholic Mass before, much less any church service, really, and truth be told you weren’t really sure if you even believed or not, but this was what your fiance’s family wanted, though you knew he didn’t really care either way.

Matthew wasn’t exactly what you’d call a good Catholic boy — you’d definitely performed several cardinal sins with him already: sex before marriage, masturbation, use of contraceptives, the list goes on. But either way it wasn’t like you had much of a choice in the matter, you were joining the Catholic Church for better or for worse.

Soon the service began and you listened quietly, trying to pay attention, but amidst all the standing, sitting, and kneeling, you were getting dizzy trying to remember it all, and you tried to follow your fiance’s lead, but you were always a beat behind the rest, feeling more self conscious by the minute.

What are you doing here? you asked yourself for about the tenth time, grimacing as you quickly sat once more, glancing around hastily. It was obvious you didn’t belong, and your fiance didn’t even seem to care. In fact, he didn’t seem to be paying attention at all.

And that was when you saw him, quite possibly the last person you had expected to see.

Stepping up to the pulpit, he was dressed in black robes and a white collar, but you’d recognize him anywhere -- those wild curls, kind eyes, and breathtaking smile.

Kay.

Your Kay— no, not anymore. He’d gone to seminary school and you were marrying someone else, remember?

He was older now, and even from where you sat you could see the faint lines creasing his face, but he was still as gorgeous as you remembered him and your heart constricted for a moment as memories assailed you, overwhelming you — of awkward fumblings in the back of your car, of stumbled “I love you’s” for the first time, of —

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?”

Matthew’s voice in your ear snapped you out of your thoughts and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or annoyed.

“Huh? What do you mean?” you replied, trying to compose yourself, though you still felt like you couldn’t quite catch your breath.

“You went white as a sheet,” Matthew answered with a frown and you shook your head, your eyes returning to Kay.

“Is that your Priest?” you asked instead and your fiance glanced at you curiously.

“Yeah, he’s pretty new though, why?”

“He’s uhm, he’s just so… so young,” you whispered, stumbling over your words. “I thought priests were usually supposed to be, you know… old?”

Matthew snorted softly. “Don’t tell me you have the hots for him too.”

“What?” you hissed, glancing past him to see if his parents had overheard; they hadn’t seemed to and Matthew merely looked amused.

“Oh yeah, he’s rather popular with the other church girls, but I can’t see it,” he scoffed and your lips twitched angrily.

“I dunno, I can see the appeal,” you murmured under your breath. “I think he’s rather handsome.”

Your fiance rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he mumbled and you ignored him, turning back to the front. For a moment Kay’s gaze seemed to pass over you and he froze, his words dying on his tongue as he faltered, his eyes going wide with shock, and he hastily cleared his throat, unable to look away.

Smiling uncertainly, you met his gaze and his reaction seemed to answer the unvoiced question that had been plaguing you since he’d stepped up to the pulpit.

Clearly, he remembered you.

What were the odds that he’d be the priest here, you thought, settling back in your seat. It seemed like some sort of cruel cosmic joke, taunting you. Or maybe it’s a sign? a little voice in the back of your head whispered. Maybe, you agreed hesitantly… if you believed in that sort of thing.

——

The rest of the sermon seemed to go by much quicker, though every time Kay’s eyes passed over you he seemed to tense slightly, while your knotted stomach would give a flutter, too lost in memories you hadn’t thought of in years to remember much of the message.

So when your fiance’s mom asked you what you thought of the homily, you had to lie through your teeth, sorry God, and hope she didn’t question you further.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really paying attention either,” Matthew muttered as you filed out of the sanctuary after his parents and turned down a side hall toward the Parish office.

Shit, you thought frantically, you’d almost forgotten you were to meet with the Priest after Mass to speak about converting and beginning that process. Which meant you’d be meeting with Kay. Great.

“Ah, Father, there you are, lovely sermon,” Matthew’s mother exclaimed and you gave a start, your heart leaping into your throat as you turned to find Kay approaching.

Cool it, [y/n], you told yourself, trying to calm your pounding heart. How many years has it been? Besides, you’re getting married and he’s a fucking priest for Christ’s sake —shit, sorry, God. He chose this life over you, remember that.

“Father, this is our soon to be daughter-in-law, [y/n].”

Shit, you were being introduced, say something, [y/n].

Luckily, before you could decide whether to pretend you’d never met before or explain that you already knew each other, Kay was reaching out to shake your hand, and wordlessly you slipped your hand in his.

“How do you do?” he murmured, holding onto you a beat longer than was proper, but you didn’t exactly want to let go either.

“Good, I’m good,” you managed to stammer, his smile still doing things to your pulse.

“So, uhm, shall we step into my office?” he asked, finally letting go of your hand, almost seeming to have forgotten he was still holding it.

“Actually, we’ll be on our way. She’s in your hands now, Father,” your future in-laws exclaimed, and you waved as they exchanged a few more pleasantries before making their exit.

“Do I need to be part of this meeting too?” Matthew asked suddenly, as soon as his parents had gone and you turned to frown at him, sharp suspicion filling you, but you kept your mouth shut and swallowed it, not wanting to cause a scene in front of Kay.

“I… I suppose not,” Kay answered hesitantly, and a look of relief flashed across your fiance’s face.

“Sorry to run. I’ll see you later, hun,” he exclaimed, planting a distracted kiss to the top of your head before striding away, already pulling his phone from his pocket and you scowled after him.

“Sure, make me go through all this for you and then don’t even stick around,” you muttered under your breath as you watched him go.

“Er… shall we?” Kay prompted, holding his office door open and you gave a small jolt, shaking yourself out of your thoughts to enter the dark room, Kay reaching for the light switch as he followed.

“Have a seat,” he offered, gesturing to the set of chairs facing his desk before hanging up his robes and taking a seat as well, facing you. “[y/n],” he exclaimed, familiarity leeching into his voice now that you were alone. “To say I’m surprised to see you here would be a bit of an understatement.”

“That makes two of us,” you replied, looking around his office.

“It’s been so long,” he murmured, gazing down at his hands, “you look so —it’s uh, it’s good to see you,” he said, cutting himself off and you desperately wished you knew what he had been going to say instead.

“You look good,” you replied, offering him a hesitant smile, your eyes flicking over him. “Am I supposed to call you Father, or--? Because, I’ll be honest, that’s kinda weird,” you admitted, and Kay grimaced slightly.

“I mean technically you’re supposed to, but…” he paused to clear his throat, “—I agree, it is a little … strange,” he admitted as well and you were glad to see he hadn’t changed too much.

“Right? It’s too close to calling you ‘daddy’,” you muttered, realizing too late what you’d just said, feeling your face heat with embarrassment, as across from you, Kay had turned nearly as red as you felt, and he quickly cleared his throat, hooking his finger under his collar in discomfort.

“Let’s uhm, let’s talk about what you’ll need to do to join the Church,” he said, quickly changing the subject and you heaved a breath, thankful to ignore that awkwardness.

“Right, yeah,” you agreed. “So, what exactly do I have to do?”

Composing himself, Kay folded his hands atop his desk. “Well, usually new converts wishing to become baptized in the Catholic Church have to attend a series of classes for nearly a year—“

“A year?” you yelped, cutting him off, your eyes widening at the thought.

“—But,” Kay continued wryly, “we usually make exceptions for those marrying into the Church, letting them join on a more condensed timeline, opting for uh...private lessons,” he explained, his voice constricting at the word private.

“So… you’re saying I’ll be taking one on one lessons... with you?” you asked, chewing the inside of your lip. This sounds like a bad idea.

You were already painfully aware of the fact that you’d never truly gotten over your feelings for Kay and now you’d be spending one on one time with him on a weekly basis, all the while knowing it was only so you could enter into a marriage you didn’t truly want. Already your heart was racing and your mind was reeling with memories all clamoring for your attention.

You didn’t know if you could do this. If you should do this.

But part of you wanted to, if only to be close to him again.

“Will that… be a problem?” Kay asked slowly, as if he had to force the words out.

“No,” you answered quickly, “no, that sounds good.”

Liar.

“Are-are you sure? I mean, with our, ahh… history, I wouldn’t want —“

“I don’t want anyone else.”

At your words Kay’s eyes widened and you could practically hear his breath hitch from where you sat and for a moment neither of you spoke, the words hanging in the air like a confession and you felt your face once more grow hot.

“I mean, I don’t want anyone else for a teacher,” you amended, clutching your hands together in your lap.

I want you.

“Oh, y-yes, that’s… that’s good,” Kay murmured, taking a deep breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “We’ll start next week then.”

You nodded as you stood. “Sounds good to me.”

“[y/n]—“

Opening his office door, you hesitated, glancing back at him as he quickly called your name.

“Yes… Father?”

Kay swallowed thickly. “It… it truly is good to see you again.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, it is. Til next week, then.”

———————

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[nicco-needs-love]

Back with the last two chapters! Quick warning, this is the chapter with a quick description of gore! It's short and it's not a canon character <3 y'all are so sweet omg- this is a looong one. Pretty sure it's around 4k .

(2/3)Red Proposal

"Ooooh isn't this exciting?! We're going to a wedding! God, this is awesome!"

"Shut up, rat! If I hear one more word about this damn thing we aren't  going!"

"Awww, come on, angel baby! This is an exciting day for everyone! I mean, we could take some pointers from this-"

"Shut up!"

Hyde is silenced by a pillow slamming against his face. Licht huffs, getting off their bed and stomping into their bathroom.

Hyde laughs, peeling the pillow off his face. He can't help but be excited, it's a wedding! Especially since it's a wedding for one of his siblings, most shockingly is Ildio getting married! Hyde is a sucker for weddings, the most romantic day of someone's life. Well, it's been about ten days out of Hyde's life, he tries not to think about that. He got up hours ago, already getting ready for Ildio's wedding. There's a dress code, obviously fancy attire, the really interesting thing though is that the wedding theme is all white. Hyde finds it ironic, a vampire and a mafia boss, having an all white wedding. Honestly it's a beautiful thing.

"Angelllll…! Don't leave me alone! I wanna cuddle~!"

"Oh my fucking god Hyde!"

Licht kicks open the bathroom door, clearly 'irritated'. Hyde laughs, his arms wide open for a well deserved cuddle session.

"Pleaseee!  Baby!"

Licht huffs, not in the mood to argue about this. He thinks that Hyde may actually need this. Licht doesn't ask about Hyde's past, it's a touchy subject for obvious reasons. The only time he really hears about it is during Hyde's emotional occasional rants. He knows that Hyde has been married multiple times, which is something that many people do, it's completely normal. However, multiple marriages don't have the same circumstances as Hyde's. Licht can understand that today can be an emotional day. So, he decided a few nights ago, when they got the wedding invitation and when Hyde started crying; that Licht would be much more tolerable to Hyde's antics. He lies down in Hyde's arms, Licht's face against Hyde's shoulder.

"There. Happy now?"

Hyde hums, laying his head on top of Licht's, smiling into his hair.

"Mhm. Very."

Unfortunately for Licht, he's very comfortable. This is a daily occurrence, much to Licht's 'dismay'. He's gotten used to Hyde's emotional swings, between being completely neurotic and bursting into tears. These little moments, usually last around ten minutes, are a highlight of Licht's day. No one would ever hear those words from his mouth, though.

"Y'know… I'm kinda worried for Wor and his Eve. Their wedding isn't gonna be public but it's much more public than I thought they were gonna do."

"What do you mean? It's a wedding, not a cult ritual. "

"No, no, I mean anyone could show up. I still remember Child's look when he found out there would be another wedding. I don't think he himself would do anything but his subclass? I'm not too sure."

"I think you're thinking too much into it, why would he even want to ruin a day like that? If it's not meant to be, they'll just divorce."

Hyde goes silent for a moment, mulling over not Licht's words, but Hugh's. Hugh would keep glancing over at Hyde while talking about how marriage doesn't work for Servamps. That it's just a painful thing for both of them. Hyde knows that Hugh was talking to Ildio, but the words felt directed at him. Even though he doesn't think about her anymore, it's a topic that will never be let go during meetings.

"Hey, it's rare for you to shut up."

Licht's words drag Hyde out of his thoughts. 

"Aha, sorry angel, just started thinking."

"Well. Stop thinking about other things, start thinking about me, an angel. "

Licht can feel Hyde smile against his head.

"Yeah, you're right, angel. You're the best to think about."

Hyde shouldn't be thinking about the negative things, especially on such a joyful day. He just can't help it. So much negativity has happened in the lives of the Servamps. Why would luck grace any of them today?

"This is going to be the best day of my life… this is going to be the best day of my life this is-" 

Niccolò keeps repeating that mantra in his head, it's not that he doesn't think this will be the best day of his life. He's just cripplingly worried and anxious about this day. What if he messes up? What if he falls down on his face while walking down the aisle? What if Ildio decides that's it, he doesn't want to get married? What if-

"Boss. Are you alright?"

Nicco looks over to Cappuccino, snapping out of yet another one of his worry sessions.

"Ah, I'm fine. Just… worrying."

"Shouldn't you-"

A knock on the door startles Niccolò, the door opens slowly.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just would like to have a conversation with Niccolò Carpe Diem."

The door completely opens, revealing a man that Niccolò doesn't know. By the look of the suit, he's most likely a member of another family. Nicco swallows heavily, feeling somewhat nervous at the sight of this. He takes a few steps forward, offering his hand to the stranger. In the corner of his eye, Nicco can see Cappuccino with a hand in his shirt, where everyone keeps their guns holstered. 

"Nice to meet you."

The stranger takes his hand, shaking it quite enthusiastically. 

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the new leader of the family! I knew your father, he was a wonderful man."

Niccolò raises a brow, giving a small smile. This man certainly caught Nicco off guard. He thought he knew everyone back when Father was alive. As he was ill for a long time, Nicco had met everyone within his father's social circle since he was going to inherit the family. With shame, Nicco thinks that he could not be paying enough attention to the events of other familiar families. He's done a decent job gaining all their trust but all of that could go away at any moment, it's a terrifying thought to Niccolò. 

"R-really? Well, it's wonderful to meet you again. You're welcome to stay if you'd like. This is a personal event and I don't think we've been in contact so this may be an awkward situation. "

The man shakes his head, still holding Nicco's hand. Nothing seems wrong with the man, his tone and presence seem harmless. Still, Nicco is on edge.

"What personal event is it? I just wanted to meet the new kingpin after your father's passing."

Niccolò drops the man's hand, the term 'kingpin' catching his attention. It's a word that Nicco hasn't heard in a long time. Especially in the business he's in, that word is very much a buzzword, a word that isn't used kindly. If this man actually knows the family, then that word would not be used.

"Forgive my rudeness but, which family are you a part of?"

The man smiles,

"Serpente."

Niccolò freezes, blood running cold. This family name… Nicco remembers it far too well, they were the first family that Nicco spared. He spared their boss, thinking that family would leave the city. Instead… They set aflame the building where a child and parents of a very close family of Nicco's. To this day, Niccolò still tears himself apart about it. If only he had shot that boss… He tenses, not too sure how to continue the conversation-

"Anyway, what event is going on today?"

Before Niccolò can even speak, the Serpente family member speaks. Nicco isn't sure he should even tell this man. However, if he acts suspicious now, things could go horribly wrong.

"It's uh… today's my wedding."

"Your wedding!? Well, who's the lucky lady?"

Nicco goes quiet, not sure what to say to this. For the few people that know about this wedding, they're fine with it. Not many people even need to know anyway, marriage isn't going to affect his job, and that's the most important thing. There's also the fact this marriage is complicated, it isn't a 'conventional' wedding. A gay marriage, a gay marriage with an immortal vampire and notorious mafia boss.

"Uhm… Well, I'm marrying a man. I'd say I'm the lucky one."

Niccolò chuckles, trying his damndest to add some humor. He isn't sure who this man is, besides the name… His hands are uncomfortably clammy, he's getting increasingly nervous by the moment. The man gives Nicco a look. A look that Nicco can place from looks he has seen in the church. Years of flashbacks, years of self loathing, years of tears. All of that from one glare. Niccolò takes a small step back, the step signaling Cappuccino to get a grip on his gun. Nicco doesn't want to start a fight, especially today. He already had started getting ready for the wedding. He was going to be the one walking down the aisle. Already in his white suit. The last thing Nicco wants is to get into a fight with the stranger, getting either his own blood or this man's everywhere.

"I see… Well, I hope you have a wonderful wedding! I'd love to stay for the ceremony! I'll be back for the meals!"

The man laughs, walking right out where he came. Niccolò blinks, he sighs loudly, tension leaving his shoulders like a boulder. 

"Grazie Dio…"

He comments, shoulders slumping down.

"Did he say he was a part of… Serpente?"

Cappuccino says hesitantly, not sure if he heard right. Nicco nods, rubbing his temple. 

"Yes… I'm not sure he was telling the truth…"

Niccolò knows he shouldn't let this get to him, it could have just been a new boss wanting to make amends with Nicco. Yet, here he is, getting freaked out and very weary of what just happened. 

"This is going to be the best day of my life… This is going to be the best day of my life."

"Ohhh this is so exciting oh my god! You're getting married!"

"Law, shut up."

The wedding just began. Ildio waiting at the altar, the best men and women of both grooms on each side of the altar. Ironically, a priest at the forefront of said altar. It's a beautiful sight, everyone all dressed in white suits and dresses. White chiffon curtains tied to trees, white rose petals scattered throughout the grounds, a gorgeous pearl white five-tier cake, it's a stunning scene. All the chairs filled with people, there aren't many chairs, a grand total of twelve. The Servamps are standing with Ildio, the best men, and one woman. Even Hugh showed up, it took a lot of convincing but he ended up showing up. Of course, when he did, Hyde gave Hugh a long talk about saying anything negative today. Surprisingly, he agreed and even apologized. Their Eves are all sitting down in the pure white chairs. The other chairs filled with Niccolò's family. Ildio even got to meet Niccolò's sister, who looks uncannily similar to Nicco. She's a very kind person, can't hold a candle to the kind heart or beauty of Niccolò, but still a very kind and lovely person.

The only thing the wedding is missing is Niccolò. Ildio can't help but be excited for this. A moment that he never thought he would ever experience in his life. Or even want to experience. Yet, here he is, wanting to marry Niccolò, wanting to spend as much time with him as he possibly can. It could be the romantic movies that Hyde would make Ildio watch when those movies were all the rage. Ildio can't wait to see Nicco walk down the aisle, to see his beautiful face. It's almost comical how much Ildio has changed, gone is the man who only wanted food and blood. Well, he still needs both of them, those things just aren't the only things he thinks about now.

A quiet song starts to play in the background, a song that Ildio knows very well from long drives together with Niccolò. La storia infinita. If the couple were to have a song, this would be it. The song is slower than usual, the lyrics accompanied by a soft piano. 

Then… There he is. The man that Ildio is helplessly in love with. Niccolò Carpe Diem. He always looks beautiful but today… Today he looks ethereal. It's ironic because Nicco always calls Ildio his God but here, Nicco is the one who looks like an Adonis. He's wearing a pure white suit, fitting him perfectly in all the right places, the cuffs of his coat and pants are a delicate lace. Nicco's long, beautiful hair is placed in a low bun. A sheer, delicate lace veil covers Niccolò's face. The last detail, the thing that makes him look even more stunning is a dark green rose in his suit pocket. Ildio has no words; their song playing quietly in the background, Niccolò looking like a God walking down the aisle. Ildio can't help the tears starting to roll down his face. He can't name a time that he's ever cried happy tears, or cried ever.

Niccolò continues walking up the aisle, the beautiful song picks up in sound, right as Nicco reaches the altar. He can't believe it. This is the day he's getting married. Getting married to Ildio of all people. It's not that Nicco didn't think he would ever fall in love. The thing is, he never thought anyone would love him back. Niccolò never thought that someone would care enough about him emotionally or romantically. Yet, here he is, getting married to the man he is hopelessly in love with. Nicco knows that he won't live forever, it's a horrible thing to think about, that one day, he'll die and leave Ildio behind.

The preacher starts speaking, reading from a holy book; going silent for each of them to recite their vows.

"I, Niccolò Carpe Diem, take thee, World End, Ildio, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till…"

Niccolò goes silent for a moment, thinking about this word. 'Till death do us part.' Nicco isn't sure he wants to say that, he feels like it would be disrespectful to Ildio because death will do them part… Except Nicco is the only one who'll die.

Ildio grabs one of Niccolò's hands, rubbing the inside of his palm, as if telling Nicco it's okay. At this point, tears are running down both of their faces, tears of extreme joy, but tears nonetheless. They aren't the only ones either. Almost everyone in the ceremony is reduced to tears.

"-Till death do us part. According to my beliefs, I hereby pledge to you my eternal love."

Ildio inhales, he can't believe he's hearing these words. These words that he's thought about hearing from Niccolò's mouth many times. Actually hearing them is an entirely different thing. He didn't expect a slight crack at some of the words, Nicco shakily inhaling from tears. Nor did Ildio expect Nicco to stop in the middle of the vows, as if asking to continue with the last few verses. 

"I, World End, Ildio, take you, Niccolò Carpe Diem, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for rich and for poor, in sickness and health, to love and cherish until… Until death do us part. I pledge to you all my love."

Ildio turns red after finishing his vows. He missed a few things, he tried to memorize the vows but he couldn't help getting lost looking at Niccolò. The lines about death taste sour in his mouth. He wants to just forget about the fact that he's a Servamp. That one day he'll outlive his precious Nicco. For now, all Ildio can do is hope to ignore it.

"Is there anyone who wishes to object to this holy, wonderful matrimony?"

Silence. Nicco had turned his head for just a moment to see if anyone was going to say anything, he turns back to Ildio, smiling. Ildio grabs the ring that he picked out, picking up Niccolò's hand-

BOOM!

It's as if time starts to slow. Ildio looks at Nicco, seeing a large splotch of red starting to bloom against his shoulder. Niccolò stumbles, catching himself before he can fall or before Ildio can catch him. The blood quickly travels to cover almost all of Nicco's front suit. 

A loud shrill scream echoes throughout the lot, a scream from Nicco's sister. 

Ildio sees red. Not red from blood. No, red hot rage. So furious that he can't see anything but red. Following the smell of the gunpowder, he runs to the shooter. It all goes red.

Niccolò presses an unsteady hand against the gunshot wound, a shot from a revolver. He knows he won't die from a shot like this, he's had much worse injuries. His waistcoat is stark red, a horrifying contrast against the white. Nicco looks around, desperately hoping that everyone is okay. He meets eyes with his sister, who is racing over to him.

"Oh Mio Dio Niccolò?! Stai bene!?"

"Sto bene, sorella…"

Niccolò speaks Italian in a shaky voice. He's shocked, not going into shock, but shocked that he would be shot on his damn wedding day. Niccolò's sister grabs his hands, looking terrified. 

"I'm okay… Just shaken up."

"Sh-shaken up!? You've been shot, Nicco!"

Niccolò looks down, realizing the blood is traveling to his pants as it's completely covering his shirt. Some of his blood paints his sister's dress, staining a large portion of the bottom white tulle red. 

Loud, vicious moist sounds fill the air. Terror grips Niccolò, he turns to look where the sound is, terrified that something may have just happened to his beloved Ildio-

Jesus…

Ildio is panting, whole body heaving in quick breaths. Blood is everywhere. Covering his mouth, bits and pieces in his hair, his entire outfit is entirely deep crimson. Beneath his feet is a body, or… the small remains of a body. All that's left is an open chest, organs strewed throughout the entire yard. Deep red mush where the head is supposed to be, legs and arms gone, thrown in multiple different directions. A large pool of blood is beneath Ildio, obviously not his, but the shooter. A large gun, the one that shot Nicco, lays a few feet away. Niccolò feels sick, bile rising in his throat at the sight. He's seen Ildio's rages. He thought he had seen the worst. This… This is the most violent thing Nicco has ever seen. He turns his head to retch, moving over not to get any of his morning breakfast on any of the guests who haven't run for the hills. Which none of them have.

Niccolò walks over to Ildio, trying very hard to ignore the squelching of his shoes in blood.

"...Il?"

The red slowly fades back to color, Ildio coming back to his senses. He looks around, taking in the gory scene beneath him. He takes a few steps back, eyes widening. He's done this before, he's let his fury take hold of him. However, this is the worst that Ildio has ever been. Ildio turns around, catching Niccolò just in time before his body hits the ground.

"Ti ho usata come una risposta. Ma eri milioni di domande." 

(Just to not confuse anyone, the last line is the last verse from their wedding song^^)

[whatiwillsay]

submission:

Reputation is about more than one relationship; a thesis by anon

Hello! I am that anon who thinks Rep is about more than one relationship and this is a hill I am very much willing to die on. I believe there are (at least) two relationship stories told in detail on this album.

One is the relationship between two very famous women (*cough*Kaylor*cough), who are struggling to make it work because of the public pressures. The other is between Taylor and someone who is out of the public eye, or at least someone she is able to keep the relationship completely private. I’m not going to speculate on whether that’s Lily or Joe (lol so full disclosure I don’t think it’s Joe but someone else might) or maybe someone else we don’t know much about. All I know is that there is more than one relationship being discussed. Let’s dive into this analysis, shall we?

The first explicit mention of the public relationship - let’s actually just refer to it as Kaylor from here on out - is on End Game.

Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations Ah, and you heard about me Ooh, I got some big enemies (yeah) Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation Ah, and I heard about you (yeah) Ooh, you like the bad ones, too

Tay’s lover on here is someone with a big reputation, and being with the person would be a big conversation. Endless Kaylor analyses have discussed this as ‘proof’ that it’s not about Joe. Which, yes, obviously. But equally obviously, any woman in a relationship with Tay would be a big conversation so once we exclude Joe as a possibility, as we rightfully should, we wind up with plenty of other options.

Later in the song we do hear more explicit Karlie lines like “it’s like your body is gold”. We all suspect Karlie is gold (I tend to agree), so let’s call it a Kaylor anthem. Cool. Then, what can we learn about their relationship from this song?

I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be Just another ex that you don’t wanna see I don’t wanna miss you (I don’t wanna miss you) Like the other girls do I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna be Drinking on a beach with you all over me I know what they all say (I know what they all say) But I ain’t tryna play I wanna be your end game (End game) I wanna be your first string (First string) I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team) I wanna be your end game, end game

The lyrics explicitly suggest Tay’s begging the lover to make it work. It’s “I wanna be” not “I am”. She’s craving affirmation, she’s wanting to be chosen; we can pick that up from the repetitive nature of the song. First string, A-team, end game… She just wants for her to be the one. Some might say that would be fun. She’d love for them to wind up together - but there is no clear sign in the lyrics that it’s an actual possibility. It’s what she wants. She’s trying to convince her lover that she is committed, but they never resolve that commitment in the song. It’s never fully requited. No matter how many times she offers what she ‘wants’, there is no response.

Later, she sings:

I hit you like bang We tried to forget it, but we just couldn’t And I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put ‘em Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy I swear I don’t love the drama, it loves me And I can’t let you go, your hand prints on my soul It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold You’ve been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks So here’s the truth from my red lips I wanna be your end game (End game) I wanna be your first string (Me and you) I wanna be your A-Team (Be your A-Team now) I wanna be your end game, end game I wanna be your end game (oh, I do) I wanna be your first string (first string) I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team) I wanna be your end game, end game

I’ve referenced part of this above, because it’s where the Kaylor-ness of it all gets more explicit (drinking/liquor/intoxication, gold, handprints/footprints). But again, this isn’t a happy ‘in love’ song. It’s Taylor actively trying to convince Karlie that her feelings are real. “Here’s the truth” she says - that doesn’t sound romantic, it sounds like they’re fighting and wanting to make things work but it’s all proving to be incredibly challenging.

When we add Taylor’s tone of voice in - and the almost forlorn “I wanna be your end game” at the start - my reading makes a lot of sense. It’s definitely a Kaylor song; Kaylor songs are always steeped in anxiety.

Our next clear Kaylor song is ‘Don’t Blame Me’ which (importantly) Taylor didn’t write, but which clearly picks up on themes she finds relatable. Apparently it’s similar to Hozier’s Take Me To Church (I don’t know much about Hozier, but from a quick glance at those lyrics that’s not a wildly happy song either).

Something happened for the first time In the darkest little paradise. Shaking, pacing, I just need you. For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind. They say, “She’s gone too far this time.” Don’t blame me. Love made me crazy. If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right. Lord, save me. My drug is my baby I’ll be using for the rest of my life.

We’re going back to that same theme from End Game - Tay is begging her lover to make it work. “For you” she says, “I” would do just about anything. Cross the line, waste time (a biggie when you’re Taylor fucking Swift), even lose her mind. Love has made her crazy, unstable - it’s almost a play on the satire of Blank Space. True love seems to have actually made her into that mad woman she laughed at on the previous album. She’s shaking and pacing, craving the physical release of her drug of choice. (The shaking and pacing in a darkened room comes up later on the album again, by the way - it’s clear that Tay is super into Karlie and I do get it, she’s so gorgeous it’s nuts).

Then comes this gayness:

My name is whatever you decide, And I’m just gonna call you mine.

I’m gonna pause here because these call me by your name vibes are just. So. Damn. Gay. But that’s neither here nor there. Tay continues:

I’m insane, but I’m your baby (your baby). Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind. Halo, hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy. And, baby, for you, I would fall from grace Just to touch your face. If you walk away, I’d beg you on my knees to stay.

Again, we’re picking up those same recurrent themes: she’s asking her to stay, she is willing to risk it all for love. The daisy is a Kaylor inside joke, we all know about Big Sur, so I’m not going to dwell on that.

The name thing is more interesting, as is the ‘halo, hiding my obsession’. To me, both gesture towards the public nature of the relationship that first started in End Game and picks up steam in later songs. “My name is whatever you decide” she says, but the other woman’s name keeps echoing in her mind, possibly because of her lover’s big reputation? I don’t know for sure, but I think it’s fascinating. I think Tay’s got a thing about names - lol Betty and James but also later in this album; bear with me - so I think this whole name bit is of interest. I think Tay likes the idea of the symbolism of names and the concept often comes up in her lyrics…

Then we get the line which suggests one or both of them have a (public) halo, that they use to hide the desperate love Tay feels for her lover. To be honest, that screams glass closeting phase to me. We go straight from ‘hiding my obsession’ to the daisy references. “Glass closeting with me is fun!” cries Tay, “Please stay with me, please please please.”

But once again, there’s no answer.

And then we switch gears and go into Delicate. What we’ve established in the two songs above is Tay is very invested and wants to make it work, and that she’s dealing with someone who is also famous, and that there are complications. One of those complications is that she’s insecure in the relationship.

Delicate opens with:

This ain’t for the best My reputation’s never been worse, so You must like me for me…

It sets a different tone and attitude to the last two songs. For the first time, we’re hearing an analysis of her lover’s feelings. She’s not begging, she’s not urging. She’s shocked that this person wants her for her. The big reputations and the shaking, quaking and pining are suddenly gone.

We can’t make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink…

Here the lover is more involved than she was previously. Taylor has gone from asking for something to saying that this is what’s happening. This is chilled, low key. This isn’t an obsession. This isn’t her ‘hitting like bang’. It’s two people starting something very… delicate. It’s not love at first sight, it’s an exploration of possibilities. They’re going to a dive bar, they’re hanging out. It’s calm and peaceful. Her anxiety here is a gentle, delicate, romantic one. It’s not dramatic like on the Kaylor songs.

Come here, you can meet me in the back Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you

The theme of secrecy comes in strong on the lines above. They’re hiding, and they’re private. This is not “I would fall from grace just to touch your face” - the stakes are markedly lower. It’s the start of something new, something beautiful. She’s starting over again. And she’s doing so with someone who is willing to hide with her.

This is in sharp contrast to our Kaylor anthems, as we’ve already seen above. Ready for another Kaylor song? So It Goes (again, not by Tay but thematically linked) is peak Kaylor.

See you in the dark All eyes on you, my magician All eyes on us You make everyone disappear, and Cut me into pieces Gold cage, hostage to my feelings Back against the wall Trippin’, trip, trippin’ when you’re gone

Okay, here we have a gold cage imprisoning Tay and a ‘lightning strikes every time she moves’ woman stealing the attention of everyone who sees her. She’s got Tay backed up with nowhere to go and tripping when she’s gone. That’s the same insecurity from before.

'Cause we break down a little But when you get me alone, it’s so simple

She’s explicitly acknowledging their problems, but the problems fall away when they’re in bed or having a romantic interaction.

'Cause baby, I know what you know We can feel it… And all the pieces fall Right into place Getting caught up in a moment Lipstick on your face So it goes… I’m yours to keep And I’m yours to lose You know I’m not a bad girl, but I Do bad things with you So it goes…

The above doesn’t need much additional analysis, there are Kaylors who’ve done it and I recommend going to read those (or just looking up times Tay ended up with smudged lippy around Karlie).

Here’s the really relevant bit:

Met you in a bar All eyes on me, your illusionist All eyes on us I make all your grey days clear and Wear you like a necklace I’m so chill, but you make me jealous But I got your heart Skippin’, skip, skippin’ when I’m gone

Does that sound the same as the ‘dive bar on the East Side where you at?’ Because to me, while describing similar situations - dates in bars - they are explicitly different in mood, tone and atmosphere. In Delicate, Tay and her lover were hiding out in the back, having a heart to heart. Here, the bar has ‘all eyes’ on them. Kaylor both have big reputations and Karlie makes Tay anxious and jealous. She’s not ever sure where she stands with her. The best she can come up with (and you must listen for the high-pitched, uncertain tone with which this line is sung) is that Karlie’s heart skips when Tay’s gone. That’s hardly explicit confirmation of deep, requited feelings.

You did a number on me But, honestly, baby, who’s counting? I did a number on you But, honestly, baby, who’s counting? You did a number on me But, honestly, baby, who’s counting? Who’s counting? 1, 2, 3

This once again acknowledges the difficulties in the relationship. It is not ‘Delicate’. It is not always happy. It’s a proper fucking mess.

Cool now let’s take a look at another Kaylor anthem:

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason

I hear the naysayers point to the ‘in secret’ as paralleling Delicate (which so far has been the only one that’s not about Karlie). The thing, though, is that this is about love at first sight/physical attraction/lust - not about the meaningful emotional connection we glimpsed in Delicate. Delicate is explicitly not about love ar first sight or love without reason. It’s about embarking on something new and beautiful but having trepidation along the way. It’s about careful connection.

My, my love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden

I’m including this as further evidence this is about Kaylor. As I said Karlie = gold. We’ve heard this image in every Kaylor song. You know what didn’t feature in Delicate? Gold. Spoiler: it won’t feature in CIWYW and KOMH either.

I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets Picture of your face in an invisible locket You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it I had a bad feeling And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis People started talking, putting us through our paces I knew there was no one in the world who could take it I had a bad feeling

In this verse we have people talking and noticing this couple. She’s describing a well-known, public relationship. It isn’t a secret, not really, despite the actual love being kept somewhat secret. Their locket may be invisible but despite that, this relationship is something well known. Furthermore, we already know she has had a bad feeling. That’s kind of the premise of many of her other Karlie anthems - she’s begging Karlie to stay and trying to convince her that they have something real and serious. She is constantly trying to convince Karlie of the seriousness of her feelings. And, well, the song ends with her saying she’d like to dance with Karlie again but there’s no real way forward, seeing as their hands are tied. The whole thing is quite sad.

Let’s look at the other very very Kaylor song (like there’s literally no other way to read it):

Our secret moments In a crowded room They got no idea About me and you There is an indentation In the shape of you Made your mark on me A golden tattoo All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah) All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

We have the familiar desperation, the shaking, the gold, and the secret moments in plain view. And again, they’re both very famous:

Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation

We also get this bit:

Say my name and everything just stops I don’t want you like a best friend

There’s the name thing again and after that the gayest, most glass closety line I’ve ever witnessed. “I don’t want you like a best friend”, she says. I want your body. I want your love. I want us. I want this relationship to be real.

You know what that clarification is in sharp contrast to:

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it) So call it what you want, yeah Call it what you want to

Tay didn’t want to call it what you want with Karlie. She wanted to call it end game, first string, A team. She didn’t want to be friends. People talking about them caused her anxiety and lead to the breakup described in DWOHT. CIWYW has that renewed joyful tone that she had in Delicate. It’s hopeful and optimistic. It’s all about about connection and meaningful interactions:

I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck Chain round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me

This is not an invisible locket, this is not about sex and getting clothes off in bathtubs, this is about a really deep emotional connection which we first heard on Delicate. Notably, it’s the third time she speaks of necklaces on the album, but it’s the first that it’s not sexual. It’s also - importantly - not invisible. It’s not comparing the lover to a necklace (like before, which makes it a physical connection) or saying their relationship can be entirely symbolized by one. She’s saying she’d actually love to actually have tangible physical proof of the relationship. She wouldn’t have said that about Karlie because she wasn’t expressly convinced the feelings were fully mutual. Also, this song is missing that desperate pining and longing that she experiences for Karlie in the Kaylor songs.

I know people hear “Karlie” instead of “Call It” but honestly it makes more sense as one of the non-Kaylor songs. I think maybe the rhyme is her trolling Karlie - call it what you want, which is certainly not what she had with Karlie. This would also kind of explain the laugh in Miss Americana. If someone sang me a song about how things are good between us, and added in a dig at her ex, I’d laugh too. And let’s be honest discussing exes - especially exes in the same social circle (Tay, Lily and Karlie) - is peak lesbian culture.

One more thing:

Cause… My baby’s fit like a daydream Walking with his head down I’m the one he’s walking to

Karlie has never had her head down. She is super active on socials, as a model, and as a philanthropist. Karlie has never been quietly walking “to” Tay. She’s been stunting and traveling and being extraordinarily visible. And all the Kaylor songs deal with that very public nature - with rumors and discussions and everyone’s eyes being on Karlie and the anxiety that causes Tay. I know some Kaylors think they just went underground after being caught making out but that’s just not what’s being described in CIWYW. It’s a different person.

My baby’s fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene Loves me like I’m brand new So call it what you want, yeah

She’s explicitly saying her baby doesn’t form part of “the scene” but rather floats above it. How does that fit Karlie going on vacation with Scooter? Or anything about Karlie, actually? This is obviously about someone very private or not particularly famous. Or both.

Bonus lyric from a non love song that points to an actively private relationship is “and here’s to my baby, he ain’t reading what they call me lately” - why would Karlie not read stuff? She is calling the paps on herself and Josh regularly but she’s not following Tay’s PR game? Make it make sense?

Anyhow back to CIWYW. In that song, her baby loves her - a source of anxiety that never gets stated explicitly resolved in the Kaylor songs. Those songs have her begging for love, not stating it’s existence matter of factly. The difference is palpable.

And I know I make the same mistakes every time Bridges burn, I never learn At least I did one thing right I did one thing right I’m laughing with my lover Making forts under covers Trust him like a brother Yeah, you know I did one thing right

I’m including this because of the chilled out atmosphere, the “brother” simile (which to me is kind of the opposite of “not wanting you like a best friend”) and the insistence that this is “right” which is absent in the Kaylor songs.

KOMH keeps with that same quiet, calm, positive energy.

I’m perfectly fine, I live on my own I made up my mind, I’m better off being alone We met a few weeks ago Now you try on calling me, baby, like trying on clothes Salute to me I’m your American Queen And you move to me like I’m a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room 'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars Never took me quite where you do

“Try on calling me” like “trying on clothes” is that same idea from Delicate. Things are early, and uncertain. They’re exploring this and seeing where it goes.

This is not a public relationship, it’s entirely “inside her room”. And it doesn’t feature expensive cars and the visibility her - or Karlie’s - stunts had. (Kinda interesting that she drove Lily in the Toyota, don’t you think? And also drives her/someone in Miss Americana?)

This relationship is super secret:

Late in the night, the city’s asleep Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

But what’s secret? Not Tay’s love of this person like before. “Your love” is the secret. As I’ve pointed out that affirmation of requitedness never happens in the Kaylor anthems and hiding out in the dark. Additionally “idea of luxury” is very different to her drug imagery from the Kaylor songs, by the way. This is not addictive, this is just nice.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa And all at once, you are all I want, I’ll never let you go

I believe the “all at once” contrasts the love/lust at first sight feelings she expressed for Karlie. This didn’t “hit her like bang” - it surprised her after a few weeks. And it’s not just a physical connection. This person rules her heart, body and soul.

And what do they do together? Well it’s less ripping off clothes and more chilled hangouts with someone who makes her happy:

Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we’re spending Up on the roof with a school girl crush Drinking beer out of plastic cups Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough

This is very cute. It’s very much lacking anxiety. She’s happy with her new person; it is finally “enough”. That’s not true for her relationship with Karlie. “School girl crush” is a very cutesy image - and is in stark contrast to the craving, shaking, pining, and bedpost carving that came with “not wanting you like a best friend”. Notice how the second relationship uses constant friendship/platonic imagery and how that type of imagery is not expressly disavowed in the Kaylor songs.

I also think it’s worth contrasting the “beer out of plastic cups” on the roof with “I’m spilling wine in the bathtub” and “eyes like liquor”. All three references are about drinking - but only one is peppy, cute and upbeat and the others are full of lustful desperation.

Now the other possible reading - implicitly favored by the Kaylor community - is that KOMH, CIWYW, and Delicate are set at a different point in the relationship to the sex songs. Unfortunately that doesn’t really hold water because, as I’ve pointed out, the origin story described is different. Kaylor “hit like bang” and fell in love at first sight. The other relationship started out slow and cautious, but quickly settled into something quietly special. These other songs are about a connection that’s chilled out and very emotional and cerebral. The Kaylor songs are about how much she wants to sex up Karlie and leave scratches down her back (which, I mean, fair). The other songs are about tentative emotions and cutesy intersections.

Also KOMH, CIWYW and Delicate are the three songs that feature British/foreign imagery. (This is why I think they’re about Lily or maaaaaybe Joe but again I doubt that and the scene in MA where a woman laughs during CIWYW contradicts it and I also have further lyrical evidence it’s not him which I’ll address below). In KOMH she says “you fancy me” and describes herself as “an American queen”, in CIWYW her baby’s “fit like a daydream” and in Delicate she asks about the “girls back home”. Also East side and West side in Delicate make more sense as being about London. Dive bars in the East End are a vibe. But that’s neither here nor there.

Why is this analysis important? To me it shows that contrary to the rosy Kaylor depictions, the Kaylor lyrics consistently show they always had massive issues (not dissimilar to her issues with Di actually).

Very quickly on why Joe’s not the muse: he’s referenced in Dress in a verse makes no sense lyrically or musically or thematically in the song and I think is only there to make it slightly less gay because otherwise the song is making Kaylor Facebook official. But the “wake up by your side” doesn’t fit in with the pining and anticipation and drunken bath time fun. It’s just thrown in there as deflection. It doesn’t actually fit the other relationship on the album - it’s very romantic but “my one and only, my lifeline” is not the cutesy tone of the other songs. This verse is just made up and slapped in to feed the hets. The musical accompaniment is so markedly different that it is clear it literally doesn’t belong in the song. The other song that makes reference to him, I believe, is “Ready for it”. I think “I keep him forever, like a vendetta” is very much about her plans for him. But it’s a very different thought to “is this the end of all the endings?” because that’s a far less certain emotion. She’s only 100% sure about Joe because it’s… not real.

And final note: Getaway Car is obviously a satirical piece about Hiddlestunt obviously. And I think New Year’s Day is a general love song about the type of relationship she wants, similar to some of her early songs, not about Karlie or Di or Lily/whoever else. It’s missing any of the imagery associated with either relationship except “don’t ever become a stranger” but it might be written from diary entries (which she has shown us she does). Final final note: I don’t know for sure who Gorgeous is about. It could just be a song about hot girls more generally.

If anyone is interested in further thoughts, I’m happy to do this for Lover and folklore too. I think we need to challenge the myth of Kaylor being perfect. And I think we should listen closely and let the lyrics speak for themselves.

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thanks for taking the time to write all this up! let’s discuss!!!

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 10

Pairings: Past Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, Opie x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use, cheating

Word Count: 4,935

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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A loud screech directly in front of your face jolted you from your nap, followed by toddler strength slap to your cheek, and a second screech.

“Child, what the actual fuck?” You groaned as you opened your eyes and watched Opie try to wrestle Gage into a diaper while your son continued to screech, laugh his butt off, and squirm with all his might to get away.

“Sorry. He is just not having anything of it...”

“Gage Michael!” You barked as you threw the blanket off of you and sat up. “This is not naked baby time! Naked baby time is after your bath...”

“Oh... um... I kinda had to spray him down?” Opie said hesitantly as he looked up at you. “You were out, and I heard him giggling so I was gunna take him outside to play on the swings so you could sleep a little more, but he was covered in shit, and... well I didn’t really know what to do so I just hosed him off in the bath and used the towel...”

“Then let him go for a bit.” You sighed with a nod. “It’s fine. Saves me a step before bed, but you should have woke me up. You didn’t have to do all that.”

“Yea, well you looked tired as hell.” He said as he set the clean diaper down on the coffee table as you both watched your son take off too push his dump truck popper toy around your living room, as happy as can be in his birthday suit. “And the kid fucking reeked.”

“That happens.” You laughed as you stretched your back out. “Time’s it?”

“Four thirty.” He said as he moved his foot out of the way for the toy. “And I’m just gunna fucking do what I should have done a decade ago and see if I can take you both to dinner tonight. My treat. I know a place by the beach, we can sit, and watch sunset if that’s not to late for him.”

“You don’t care that I literally just got out of a relationship and am currently knocked up?”

“OK one, does it look like I care, and two, can you really call that a relationship or just a toxic partnership?”

“Look, he may be a toxic, cheating, drug addicted scum bag, but he did give me two children and a lot of good memories, too.”

“And I respect that. But let me ask you this. Is the life you had with him the life you really see yourself raising your kids in long term?” He paused for a moment to let that question sink in, before he crossed his feet on the floor and leaned forward to rest his arms on his bent legs. “Look, you know me well enough to know I don’t fuck around with women I’m not serious about. I also know you well enough to know that you don’t like being alone. And I know that if you don’t move on, you’ll go back to him, and I couldn’t live with myself if I waited around for you to see your own self worth only to lose you to him again before that’s happened. So, I’ll ask again. No expectations. You wanna go to dinner tonight?” You groaned and covered your face with both your hands as you fell back into your couch.

“I hate that you know me so well!” You whined as you sat up and looked over at him with a shake of your head. “This better be the best mother fucking restaurant in the fucking world cause I’ll be really fucking pissed if our first date sucks...”

“It’s food truck city. You’ll have plenty of options to pick from and they’re all good.”

“The fuck is food truck city?!”

“It’s by the beach.” He repeated with his eyebrow raised. “How have you not seen it when you go to the beach?”

“Because I don’t go to the beach.” You giggled with a shake of your head. “I had a pool in my back yard...”

“OK, get the fuck up.” He laughed as he got off the floor with a giant smile on his face. “We’re fixing this problem right fucking now. I’m gunna go grab my other shorts from the truck and I’ll help you get your little nudist into a suit after. This is fucking ridiculous.”

“God, just as dramatic as ever!” You called out as you stood up to grab your child. “Come on, bubba. Opie’s gunna show you what the beach is all about.” With surprisingly very little coercing, you got your son in a swim diaper and a bathing suit, packed a small beach bag, and changed into a suit yourself in under twenty minutes. You let Opie drive your car so you didn’t have to move the car seat and so you could cover your kid in sun screen, and just when you were about to ask him about parking, he pulled into a house a couple blocks from the beach.

“Is this your place?” You asked as you leaned forward to look at the stunning house.

“Buddy of mine married a doctor.” He said with a shake of his head. “I use his driveway and save myself the parking fees as payment for photographing his wedding for half what I usually charge.”

“Do you have to go up...?”

“Nah, they’re both at work.” He said as he got out of the car with you and pulled open the back door to get Gage. “I already called him.”

“I got the stroller.” You started as you put the beach bag on your shoulder, but he shook his head.

“I got him.” He said as he shut the back door and moved Gage to his shoulders. “See, that view is much better.” He said over your son’s peels of laughter. “Can you carry my camera.”

“Oh, my God please do not drop my kid!” You laughed as you shouldered his bag and nervously reached up to keep Gage in place.

“Really? You think I’m gunna, what? Drop him on his head or something?” He laughed as he looked over at you, before faking a worried look and lifting Gage’s leg a couple inches. “Whoa... whoa!”

“Harry Winston, don’t even play!”

“She remembers the full name.” He chuckled as he lead you down the street. “Impressive.”

“Shut up.” You huffed as you whacked his arm and glanced up at your son again, who was curiously looking around at his new view of the world. “Wait, stop for a second.” You said as you grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop beside you. “He’s in awe right now.”

“It’s a pretty good view from up here.” He teased as he adjusted his grip on Gage’s legs. “Like right now, I have a killer view of this gorgeous pair of tits.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed as you took a couple pictures of the two of them. “All I get is a beard.”

“That’s cause you’re short.” He pointed out as the three of you kept walking down to the beach. You gasped and fake pouted for a moment as he laughed at his own joke, but when he pouted his bottom lip out at you, your heart skipped a beat.

“Is it bad that I wish you hadn’t listened to my brother?”

“Our worlds would be a lot different, that’s for sure. I never would have moved to this hell hole town.”

“And I wouldn’t be bringing ten tons of emotional baggage with me.” You sighed as you crossed the road beside him.

“I’m not afraid of a little baggage.” He said as you stopped at a corner to cross the main road. “Especially when I know the girl carrying it. Not the girl she’s been trying to be, but the real deal, Southern born and bred, trash talkin’, gun shootin’, hunting in camo instead of going to church on Sunday morning girl.”

“You’re gunna make me start cryin’ again.” You pointed out as you followed him to the first of roughly a half dozen food trucks by the beach.

“Well, you can’t pick out something to eat if you are, so I suggest you stop and pick something.” He said as he took Gage off his shoulders and put him on his hip. “What about you, little man? What sounds good to you tonight? Uh huh. Yea, I think so, too. Uh huh...” A smile spread back across your face as Opie listened and chatted with Gage, pointing out different colorful things for him to look at and talking to him as if he was his best friend and not a one year old.

“Oh, my God. Fried Okra.” You said as you stopped in front of the second to last truck with a shake of your head. “I haven’t had fried okra in years.”

“Fried okra it is.” Opie said with a smile as he stepped over and got in line. “What else you thinking? Their southern mac is pretty spot on, too.”

“He’ll definitely like the mac.” You said with a nod as you stayed close, but far enough away to see the menu on the side. “Fuck, I don’t know. I want a little of everything.”

“Then we split a bunch of shit.” He said with a shrug. “My favorite is their shrimp and grits or their biscuits and gravy...”

“OK, you’re making the pregnant girl even more hungry than she was five minutes ago.” You laughed as you moved back over to his side. “But I’m down to splitting a couple things.”

“We’ll take one of everything for Opie.” He requested the second he walked up to the window. “No kick for the kid on the side of grits. And a beer, a large sweet tea, and what for little man?”

“I’ll do a water and a fruit punch for him. He’ll like that.”

“Alright bud, can you hand her the money?” Opie asked as he handed Gage a fifty, turned him toward the counter, and pointed at the lady. “You gotta share. Can you give it to her?” She ‘aww’ed’ at your son as Opie gently pushed his hand toward the window so the woman at the register could reach it, and he cheered for him when he let go of the payment, which made your pride and joy laugh and clap his hands excitedly.

“He’s adorable.” The woman said as she got Ope’s change.

“He’s his mother’s son in the looks department, that’s for sure.” Opie said with a glance over at you. “Keep the change, hun.”

“Thank you so much! We’ll call your name when it’s ready.” With a nod of his head, he put his hand on the small of your back and led you over to a half empty group of stone picnic tables. He grabbed one closest to the sand, and sat you down on one side of the bench facing the water to hand you Gage.

“Hey.” He said softly before he went back to get the food. You hummed and looked up at him as you situated your son on your lap, and he smiled for a half second before leaning down to kiss you. “Didn’t feel like waiting until the end of the date.”

“You are just trouble, mister.” You said as you reached out and grabbed his shirt before he could walk away. “I like it.”

“Oh, I’ve always been trouble.” He growled as he leaned down to kiss you again. “And you better fucking love it.”

“I do.” You confirmed as he turned and walked back up to the truck to get your food. You set up what you needed for Gage and looked up at Ope as he set the full tray of food down on the table. You both got an absolute kick watching your son fall in love with butter grits, and surprisingly, not the homemade mac and cheese you expected him to love, but you both about died laughing at the horrified look he made when he tried and quickly spit out the okra.

“It’s an acquired taste, bubba.” You laughed as you gave him some more grits to make it all better. Just like Opie had promised, there were no other expectations from the date, other than to just enjoy your evening. He took care of the bags as you helped Gage explore the new environment; snapping a few photos of quick range of emotions the child felt as he stood in sand for the first time, and documenting his sheer joy at the cold waves of the Pacific Ocean. And then his up close presence changed to one from afar as you played as a mother to a little boy, who didn’t also have to keep an eye on your troublesome ex for the first time in a long time.

You took your time building a small sand castle by the shore line just so Gage could smash it all down when you were finished, and you taught him how to chase after the seagulls like all little boys should do. You helped him pick out the best shells to bring to Opie as gifts, who put them all in his pocket as if they were his new prized possessions, and showed him how to gently return a starfish to the water where he lived. You sat in the shallow water with him standing between your thighs to get him to laugh every time a wave washed over your laps, and pointed out the surfers and the setting sun, which he was not that interested in, until he finally just collapsed in your arms in sheer exhaustion and passed out. 

“You wanna take him home?” Opie asked as he sat up and put his camera away when you walked over with Gage fast asleep on your shoulder.

“In a little bit.” You said as you used his shoulder to sit down in the sand beside him. “I haven’t sat and watched the sunset in years.” You glanced over at his nod and took the towel he was handing you to wrap your son up. “Will you stay tonight? I don’t want this night to end yet.”

“Absolutely.” He said with a nod as he draped your towel over your shoulders. “It’d make my day ten times better.”

“Mine, too.” You agreed as you leaned over into his side with a sigh, realizing for the first time that this date didn’t feel forced the way the one and only date with Colson did. “Thank you.”

“Any time, sweetheart.” He said softly as he scooted closer and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Any time.”

——

“Wait, you’re back?!” Your old agent, Shawn, nearly shouted. “Like back, back. Like taking work...”

“I’m back.” You said over him as you made breakfast for you and Opie while Gage babbled incoherently to his French toast stick pieces and cut up grapes. “But tell who ever that I’m sixteen weeks pregnant. But I don’t give a shit if it’s TV or a modeling gig or what, I just need something.”

“OK, you said sixteen weeks pregnant?” He clarified as he took notes, when a phone call beeped in on your other line.

“Yea, just hit four months.” You confirmed with a nod as you looked at Colson’s ID picture. You ignored the call and hit a quick text letting him know you’d call him back, which only made him call you back immediately anyways. “So not super showing yet, but if you squint, you can see it.”

“OK, I know for a fact Inked wants you.” He said as Colson called back yet again, which made Opie reach out to send the call to voicemail for you. “Inked has wanted you for months, I just didn’t know whether you wanted to come back after everything or not.”

“Yea, I wanna be back.” You sighed as you served up breakfast plates while a splash of regret washed over you. “Just don’t wanna think about my past shit anymore. Trying to move on, you know?”

“Right, of course. Well, let me make some calls. I know people have been in touch the past two years to see if you were taking jobs or not, but I gotta see if too much time has passed...”

“Just tell them I’m down for anything but porn.” You said as Colson called back a fourth time. “Keep me posted, I got another call.” You handed Ope his plate and hit answer with an annoyed growl. “Dude, I am on the fucking phone!”

“Yea, well when I see fucking pictures of my son and my girl at the beach with some other guy  first thing when I get off the fucking plane, I’m gunna blow your shit up ‘til I find out what the fuck is going on!”

“I’m not your fucking girl anymore, Kels!” You shouted back as you threw your pan in the sink. “That was your mother fucking choice. And I made a choice based off your stupid fucking choices, too. Now can I eat my breakfast in peace...”

“Where’s my kid?” He demanded over the sound of his car door slamming shut. “I wanna see my kid.”

“He’s eating breakfast, I’ll FaceTime you...”

“Tell me where my Goddamn kid is now, or I will put out a fucking warrant for kidnapping!” He shouted over you, which made Opie jump to his feet when he saw the sheer rage flash in your eyes.

“Mother fucker, I will drag your Goddamn name through the fucking mud if you so much as think of putting a warrant out on me ever again, do you hear me, bitch?! Don’t you fucking dare threaten me...”

“Easy...” Opie breathed in your ear as he stood against your back and took the second frying pan from your hand while Gage started to scream. “Easy, baby girl. You’re pregnant...”

“Tell me where my son is, and I won’t fucking have to!” Colson shouted back as Opie gently grabbed your wrists and crossed them over your stomach. Your whole body started to shake as you fought the conflicting feelings in your mind, and you teared up as you took a shuttering breath to respond.

“555 Whipper Willow Court.”

“I’ll be there in 30.” He barked before hanging up the phone, and you instantly dissolved into tears.

“I hate him.” You sobbed as Ope lowered you to your knees on the vinyl plank wood floor.

“I know, sweetheart.” He said with a nod.

“I need to find a lawyer.” You gasped as you stood up quickly and grabbed your phone. “Fuck, I gotta get ahold of that guy before he does.”

“OK, well I’m gunna head out for a bit...”

“No, please stay.” You said as you looked up at him with a desperate shake of his head. “He’s never hit me before but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t hit walls near me when we’re both going at it.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.” He stated simply with a single nod. “I’ll clean up little man and take him out back while you call, OK? We got time.”

“Opie...” You said as your phone call to the lawyer that did your custody case with your mom started to ring through on speaker. He paused to turn around to look at you as you started to tear up again. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby girl. I’d do anything for the three of you.”

“Adam Gracey’s office, Nicole speaking.”

“Nicole, it’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I need to schedule an urgent appointment with Mr. Gracey today to file for primary or even full custody...”

“I’m sorry Ms. (Y/L/N), Mr. Gracey is leaving today at...”

“It can’t wait.” You interrupted as you took the call off speaker and put the phone up to your ear with a shaky hand. You took a deep breath, knowing there was no other way than then truth you had tried so hard to manipulate in your favor just a month before in this situation, and exhaled forcefully. “We’re going through a horrible break-up and I don’t trust my ex around me right now, and I’m pregnant with our second. And even though I got clean two years ago, I’m worried he’ll try to use that against me to take my kids into an absolutely toxic environment without me in it to protect them from his lifestyle because he still uses drugs. Please... please, I’m begging you. I need to get the paperwork in before he does. Please. I know how this looks right now, but please...” Nicole stayed silent on the other end of the line for a moment, before you heard your lawyer’s voice faintly in the background.

“I remember them. Call the jet and push it back to four. Tell her to be here at one on the dot, or I’ll have to leave...”

“Oh, thank God.” You gasped as relief washed over you and took a giant weight off your shoulders. “Thank you, I’ll be there on time, I promise. Thank you so much.”

“We’ll see you at one, Ms. (Y/L/N).” Nicole said with a smile in her tone before she hung up to answer the next call.

“Does that smile mean you beat him to the lawyer?” Opie asked as he came out of the downstairs bathroom with your de-syruped son.

“He’s squeezing me in at one.” You said with a nod as you looked over at him. “You got him for a minute?”

“Yep. We’re gunna go out and swing a while, right little man?”

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You said with a nod. After locking the front door so Colson couldn’t just walk right in, you ran upstairs to double check the safety net of cash you had been squirreling away since you found out you were pregnant with Gage. It was small, considering it was mainly just all of your paychecks from working at the farm stand for a few months, some money your dad had secretly gave you when you dropped him off at the airport, and what was left in your savings account when you moved back home, but it was better than nothing since your current bank account didn’t look much better after renting the house you did. 

The weight that had lifted moments before settled right back down on your shoulders as the thought that, even if you were to get custody, you wouldn’t be able to keep your head above water for very long without work crashed down, and made you wonder if it would just be easier to go back to Colson to avoid what was about to come. But that thought was temporarily pushed aside when your ex started to ring the door bell incessantly between his angry pounding.

“Jesus, this man.” You growled to yourself as you put your money back in it’s hiding spot and headed down stairs to get the door.

“Who the fuck is here?” Kels demanded as he walked right by you without a glance.

“Friend from back home.”

“Where is he?”

“Jesus, asshole. Can you fucking chill out for one minute. No stop.” You said as you jumped in front of him before he could go upstairs. “This ain’t your fucking house, Kels. It’s mine. You’re not just helping yourself to roam about my house...”

“Move.” He said as he reached around you to grab the latch of the baby gate, and with your close proximity to it, you got pushed out of the way a couple feet when he swung it open forcefully.

“Hey!” Opie shouted, making your ex freeze as the former handed you your son and moved to stand in front of you. “I don’t fucking think so.”

“You the fucking prick that thinks he can move in on my fucking girl?” Colson asked as he stood up to his full height, which was the exact same as Opie’s. “Yea right.”

“No, I’m the fucking man that’s stepping up to treat her better than you could ever fucking dream of, boy.”

“Oh the fuck you are.” Kels said as he pulled back to knock Opie out in his rage, but your childhood friend grabbed his wrist before he could even come close to connecting with a simple smirk.

“Smile, mother fucker.” Ope said as he gestured to his side at his DSLR camera that you didn’t realize he had set up on the table by the door when you were upstairs. “You’re on candid camera. Judge’s love violence.”

“Wait, what... you filed for fucking custody?!” He shouted as he ripped his hand back and looked at you in total shock. “You’re fucking serious.”

“Colson, I’m not gunna take your kids from you.” You said with a shake of your head as you held Gage tightly to your chest. “But I don’t trust you to be alone with them.”

“Oh, I’ll see you in fucking court then, bitch.” He said with a nod. “All because you think I slept with some girl I didn’t even touch. Looks like you’re the slut here, shackin’ up with some new guy...”

“That’s enough.” Opie said loudly before you could say anything incriminating on camera. “Are you here to see your son or what?”

“No, my son needs to be home where he belongs...”

“Not without a court order.” You said with tears in your eyes and a shake of your head. “Or until you can pass a drug test.”

“Oh, because you have the moral high ground on that one. I’m not the one that overdosed when I was pregnant.”

“And you’re also not the one that’s stayed sober since then either.” You said evenly, hating that you had to use things you were sometimes guilty of yourself against him. “We have a swing set out back. Do you want to spend time with your son...?”

“Nah, I’ll be back with a court order to take him home real soon.” He said as he yanked open your front door. “And a fucking restraining order to keep Lurch here away from my kid.” You jumped when he slammed the door behind him, and Opie instantly reached back and picked up his camera.

“Take this to your lawyer today.” He said as he stopped the video and handed you the whole camera. “Just hit this play button twice and it’ll play back the whole thing. I’m gunna have a buddy of mine that owes me a favor- tech kid, he’ll put up cameras for the next time he comes back...”

“Ope, I can’t ask you to do that...”

“It’s no big deal...”

“It’s no big deal that I can’t afford!” You hissed back as you bounced Gage in your arms to get him to stop crying. “I’m fucked here unless my agent calls back. I will either be able to afford a good lawyer and be homeless by the time Colson finishes dragging this out as long as he can because he knows I’m broke, or I get a shit lawyer I can afford and I lose my kids. So I can’t afford some fancy cameras to make my case, all I have is my word against his so I’m probably just better off dealing with the cheating to keep my kids safe...”

“OK... OK.” He said as he locked the front door and stepped over to you to pull you and Gage both into a hug. “Listen, I’m not fucking around when I say I’m in this. You need help with bills, I can easily move in, because I live in a studio apartment paying month by month, and I hate the place. Shit, I’ll even sleep on the couch if need be. (Y/N), I moved out here to help you years ago. I just... well I lost you for a minute there, but now that I’ve got you back, I’m not letting you or your kids go. 

I’ve known since the day I fucking met you at that stupid middle school dance that we were meant to be, and I don’t give a shit what you’re going through right now, same as I wouldn’t have cared if I had been able to save you when you were using. I’m here for it, just like I should have been years ago when I saw how bad you were with using, and years before that when I saw the start of your down slide at my graduation. I know it’s messy and fucked up, and confusing as hell right now, and even if you just see me as a friend at the end of the day, let me help you. Let me help get you on your feet after everything you have been through until you are able to finally see the woman that I know is hiding under layers of make up, ink, and choices that were made for all the wrong reasons. Let me help you love yourself again. Let me help you be the mother I saw at the beach last night, who is willing to kill herself to make sure her babies are safe and sound. Let me help you, because I know you won’t let anyone else do it for you.”

“Opie.” You cried into his chest, which made him carefully tighten his arms around you in a way that didn’t squish Gage.

“I’m here.” He said with a nod as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. Not for anything.”

Part 11

[pattie-remembers]

How did you feel when you saw George at Marjorie Bach’s wedding to Lord Alexander Rufus Isaacs?

When I first saw him at Marjorie’s wedding, my heart , as usual, skipped a beat, and the excitement made me a bit sick to my stomach. Despite his sunglasses, I knew he’d seen me because of the smirk on his face. He put his arm around Olivia and they made their way to where Rod and I were waiting. It was hellos and kisses all around. Being next to tiny perfect Olivia made me feel like an awkward giant, but Rod was there to save me. He wasn’t intimidated by George and the four of us made small talk until the church doors opened and we were led to our seats.

The wedding was gorgeous. Marjorie looked like an angel and Xan was handsome and happy. We all followed the newlyweds out and soon the reception was in full party mode. It was wonderful to talk to old friends and meet new ones.

After posing for pictures and waving the newlyweds off, the party really took off. The champagne flowed freely. I remember dying for a cigarette and I stepped away from the crowd and deeper into the garden for a moment of peace. I found a secluded bench amongst the trees and as dusk descended I was hidden from view. I watched Barbara and Olivia deep in conversation and across the way, Rod was laughing at something Ringo was telling him. I heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the wooden slats of the carved back. It wasn’t all as terrible as I had thought it might be. I scanned the crowd and wondered where George was. Probably chatting up some young beauty who found him irresistible. Even after 19 years apart I was still infatuated and bewitched by him. As I smoked my cigarette I felt jealous of whoever was with George, because I wanted to be with him. I wanted to hear his sarcastic comments and laugh at his cruel but accurate observations.

“Move over,” I heard him say and suddenly he was next to me, taking my cigarette from my fingers and inhaling deeply before handing it back over.

“I thought you’d stopped smoking,” I said looking at him. He took a drink from a beer he had in his other hand before setting it down beside the bench.

“Trying, but sometimes I can’t resist.” He took my hand and held it up to his mouth so he could have another puff. He looked at me and blew the smoke away from my face. I took a last drag and threw the ciggie to the ground, rubbing it out with my shoe, before picking it up and dropping it in my purse.

I leaned back into the bench watching the party, but feeling very aware of George sitting close, his thigh against mine.

“Like you,” he said as he put his arm around me. “When I saw you before the wedding standing in the sunlight, I thought I’ll never get over her. I still want her.” He hugged me tightly and I felt his lips on my neck. “I want you now,” he whispered.

I laughed. “Don’t be daft.” I slapped his leg.

“No one can see us. In a minuet it will be dark.”

“George....”

“Just let me.” His hand was up under my blouse and his mouth was on mine. How could I refuse him? I kissed him back. My tongue searched his mouth frantically. He bit my lower lip, just enough to make me desperate for him. Guilt and lust and fear raced through me and excitement overcame any reluctance. He pushed my top up and as he sucked and licked and groaned, I was relieved to see Ringo and Rod had joined Olivia and Barbara.

“Darling, I don’t think....”

“That’s right,” he growled. “Don’t think.”

My hands were in his hair and I arched my back as he turned his attention back to my breasts.

“God, you have the best tits.” He always knew what to say. I could feel myself wanting him achingly. I realized I’d do what ever he wanted. “Thank God you wore a skirt.” Before I could change my mind my panties were off and my skirt was hiked up around my waist. “Should I fuck you or eat that sweet ...”

“Or both,” I said softly and then he was kneeling in the grass in front of me. He roughly put my legs over his shoulders and his fingers tormented me and then he lowered his head and went down on me. His tongue and lips were busy licking and sucking and pulling. I bit my hand so that I wouldn’t cry out. I was frantic not to be caught and appalled at how much I was enjoying being made love to by George. I wiggled just a bit and his mouth was just where I wanted it.

“That’s right, baby,” he crooned. “Jesus you taste so good.” He licked and his tongue found that very spot and I closed my eyes as I came hard on his mouth and then came again as he continued teasing me into another orgasm.

I pulled his hair to get him to stop. He looked up at me and even in the dark I could see him grinning, his mouth and chin wet. Something made me look up across to where the party was still going full swing.

“Fuck. They’re all coming this way!” I started to panic.

George handed me my panties. “Go to the back and there’s a path to the house. I’ll stay here and keep them busy.” He kissed me hard. “Don’t worry.”

“Jesus your face ....you can ....Jesus Christ.” Olivia would know right away.

George grinned and lifted up his beer. “I’ll wash my face with this. I’ll just pretend I’m drunk.” Luckily they were still far away, but steadily coming this way. “Wednesday I’ll be in London. Meet me at the flat, say around noon?” I nodded in agreement. Would I ever learn to say no to him?

“Light me a cigarette,” he told me and my hands shook so that I could hardly get it lit.

“Relax, baby. Just stay cool.”” I took a hit of nicotine to calm my nerves before handing him the lit cigarette and disappeared into the night. I stopped yards away to gather myself and straighten my clothes. I could hear them talking and George laughing. I knew they’d believe what ever he told them. I took my time getting back and as I made my way through the crowd I found the five of them sitting at a table. George was having another beer. Olivia and Rod had wine. Ringo and Barbara were having sparkling water.

“Hey, love,” Rod put his arm around my waist and tugged me in for a hug. “Where you been?” he asked and he pulled a chair out for me and I sank down relieved to have gotten away with my bad behavior once again.

“Just walking around the gardens. They’re lovely. It got dark and I rather lost my way.” I smiled at Rod and he handed me a glass of champagne. “Thank you, darling.” I leaned over and kissed him.

“Pattie, Ringo will be in London on Wednesday, and Olivia and I will be having lunch and then some shopping. Why don’t you join us?” Barbara asked.

“That sounds lovely.” I smiled at Barbra and Olivia nodded her head in agreement. “I have a doctor’s appointment but I could definitely meet up for shopping!”

I saw George unable to keep a straight face and he pretended to cough. I never quite understood why he’d been labeled the quiet Beatle. He was by far the baddest Beatle, the one all the girls loved. Daring and fearless, and most always getting his way, he was a charmer. I didn’t matter that he was married or that I was now with Rod, for some reason we could never completely sever the ties that bound us together. The passion was deeper than sex. I gave up trying to fight it. Right or wrong it was just who we were.

[litniche]

Love Will Find a Way

Ch. 12 on ao3

 It took Dani approximately three minutes.

 The small town of Troyes, located just a little Southeast of Paris, was still covered in darkness as Dani began to stir. Before the sun could peek through the curtains, she padded her way to the bathroom, her eyes still half-lidded with sleep. As was her habit in the rare event that she woke up before Jamie, she simply returned to bed, sidling up behind the gardener and pulling them close together. She adjusted her arm beneath Jamie’s pillow and let her head rest against it, closing her eyes once more.

 Then, at last, she realized what day it was.

 The au pair’s eyes flew open - wide as saucers - and she clutched Jamie with a jolt.

 “Mmph?” Jamie asked. “Poppins? All right?”

 Her heart hammered against her ribs and she forced herself to take even breaths. “Jay…”

 The gardener shifted and turned so she could face the au pair - though her eyes remained closed - and Dani was struck anew. This beautiful, complex, miracle of a woman had said ‘yes’ all those months ago.

 And today, she would…

 “Jamie,” she said in not more than a whisper. She reached for a brown curl, tucking it behind the gardener’s ear in awed reverence. “Jamie, baby,” she called her from sleep softly.

 “Hmmm?”

 She stroked Jamie’s shoulder, tracing a trail that left goosebumps. She picked up the hand that followed the arm and brought it to her lips, kissing Jamie’s garden-tough knuckles before turning them over to kiss the muscle of her thumb tenderly. “We’re getting married today.”

 Dani watched as a slow smile crept across Jamie’s features until she was wearing that smirk that usually made the au pair’s knees feel weak and her stomach flip. It was quiet in the room, so the only sound was her own sharp intake of a breath that she stilled by biting her lip.

 Her eyes still closed, Jamie asked, “Are we now?”

 Dani nodded though the gardener couldn’t see it. She pressed forward to lay a gentle kiss on the other’s lips, unable to wait any longer. To her relief, Jamie pulled her in, dragging the au pair to lay on top of her as their kiss deepened. Dani’s head was a pleasant fog as Jamie’s hands traveled to rest on her hips and pull her weight down while thrusting up to meet them.

 The morning air was chilled, but the heat they were currently building became too much for Dani. She tossed the blankets and the sheets off of them. When Jamie made a soft noise of protest, she grinned on her lips. “I’ll make you warm.” She pressed her length against Jamie, sliding against her. Jamie was so soft, so smooth. She reached to weave their fingers together and raised their arms toward the head of the bed as she rocked into the gardener, effectively pinning the all-too-willing gardener down.

 The pleasant tension between Dani’s legs climbed until she at last brought one of Jamie’s hands to her center. The gardener moaned her approval into Dani’s mouth and began a practiced rhythm. Even now, Dani still found herself wondering how the gardener could do this to her - touch her like she knew Dani better than the au pair knew herself.

 She traced a light but sure touch down Jamie’s throat, along her collar, one of her breasts and her ribs, before she finally wove it between Jamie’s legs to match the gardener’s rhythm. Jamie split their kiss to throw her head back on the pillow, arching into Dani. At the sight, Dani forgot what it was to be anything but right here and right now with Jamie, and she thought that was perfect. She could never want anything else. Her lips found purchase on Jamie’s raised chest, and she grazed them across soft skin until they found a pink tip to take in. Gently, between her teeth, she pulled a nipple and sealed her lips around it to tease it with her tongue and suck. This caused Jamie to curse which didn’t at all help to slow Dani’s inevitable climb. She could feel Jamie getting closer and closer to the edge as well. When Jamie gripped the hair at the nape of Dani’s neck and said her name in a devout whisper, the au pair leaned forward to take an earlobe between her lips and then whispered “Come for me.”

 As if a switch had been flipped, Jamie’s body collapsed and convulsed. Her grip on the au pair’s hair tightened and when Dani heard her name escape Jamie’s perfect lips in a cry of ecstasy, she came undone herself. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her as she begged Jamie not to stop. All the while, she felt Jamie grinding against her hand as her own waves crashed down upon her.

 The au pair found her lover’s lips and let their tongues tangle themselves together as they each rode the other’s hand through aftershocks. At last, she fell to the bed next to Jamie, wrapping a leg around one of the gardener’s and letting her arm encircle Jamie’s waist as she laid her head on the gardener’s chest.

 The gardener traced a finger up and down Dani’s spine, making her shiver. She kissed Dani’s shoulder in sympathy before pulling the covers back over them. “That’s one hell of a way to start a wedding day,” she said with a soft laugh.

 “Yeah,” Dani managed. “I’ll say.”

 ***

 “Wow...James, you’re gorgeous.”

 “Clean up well enough when I have to,” Jamie said with a chuckle. “Hand me that, will you?”

 Owen handed Jamie an elegant, gold-leaf bridal comb - the finishing touch - that had been sitting on the bed in a hotel room about a block away from the cathedral. Dani and she had decided to part for a few hours to make themselves ready, leaving some things to surprise for each other.

 Owen still stood back, eyes wide and mouth gaping for a moment.

 “You all right, mate?”

 He shook his head. “Did I mention you’re gorgeous?” he said with an aghast laugh. “Poor Dani’s not going to know what to do with herself.”

 With a roll of her eyes, Jamie tapped his shoulder with a playful punch. “Easy, Sharma.”

 Owen grinned. “Price of being a bride, I’m afraid. People get to tell you how beautiful you look. Anyway, you ready for this?” he asked. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

 Jamie nodded and sat beside him as her gaze became glazed in thought. In truth, a part of her couldn’t believe that she was here- that Dani was about to promise she’d spend her life with her. “‘Course I’m ready. Feel a bit legless, if I’m honest.”

 “Already been in the drink?”

 “No, mate,” she sighed out a laugh. “Just really fucking happy.”

“Ah,” he said with a teasing tone. “So you’re drunk in love.”

 Jamie couldn’t even be annoyed at his lame attempt at a joke. “Guess so. Right, on to a little business. Flowers?”

 “Check.”

 “Seriously, flowers?”

 “Seriously, check. Moonflowers in the bouquets and all.”

 “Everything good at the restaurant?”

 “Check.”

 “Dani’s mom? Judy?”

 “Check. Check. They were with Dani earlier, but Hannah’s with her now.”

 “Good. The gremlins?”

 “Henry’s got them squared away.”

 “Henry?”

 “Hannah’s got him squared away.”

 “The rings?”

 Owen tapped his breast pocket. “Got Dani’s here. Hannah has yours. We’ll keep them safe until Miles is about to walk down the aisle.”

 “The priest?”

 “He’s ready.”

 “Photographer?”

 “Fine. Everything is fine, Jamie. Aisle be damned if anything goes wrong today.”

 “Damn right, you will be,” Jamie laughed.

 “Well,” he said, pushing off the bed. “I better go get Hannah so that she can escort you down the aisle to wedded bliss. I’ll be needing to find Dani, but I wanted to check in first.”

 Jamie felt her heart squeeze with fondness for the man. “Thanks, Owen. Really.”

 Owen grinned at her. “Do I get a hug?”

 She narrowed her eyes, but nodded. “You’ve earned it, I reckon.”

 They held each other, squeezing tight in a silent testament of how much they meant to each other. Before stepping back, Owen placed a light kiss atop Jamie’s head. “Love you, James. Marry the heck out of that woman.”

 “Plan to,” Jamie grinned.

 ***

 “Breathe, Dani.”

 Dani tried for a subtle nod, not wanting to move too much as Hannah finished helping her with some make-up. “Right. Sorry.”

 “Nothing to be sorry for, dear. I just don’t want to have to see Owen carry you down the aisle,” Hannah said with a soft chuckle. “There.” She dotted one last bit of powder on Dani’s cheek. “How’s that?”

 “Perfect. Thank you, Hannah.”

 “‘Course, dear. Now, I have been asked to purvey a request. If you are not in the mood, we can carry on as planned, but if you’re feeling indulgent, there are a few Wingraves that want to see you before the big event.”

 A bright smile spread across Dani’s features. “They’re here?”

 “Waiting in their room, yes.”

 “I’d love to see them,” Dani said, and she meant it. The children had a calming effect on her. With other adults, she often found herself saying or doing the wrong thing, but with children - particularly children she was close to - she was more sure of herself.

 Hannah texted Henry and two minutes later there was a soft rapping on the door.

 “Come in!” Dani called.

 The door opened, revealing Henry smiling. “Miss Clayton, we’ve come to give our best wishes.”

 Flora and Miles sped past him to meet Dani’s outstretched arms.

 “Oof!” Dani said upon impact. “Oh my goodness,” she said, drawing back so she could see them better. “Look at you! You both look so sophisticated and dashing !” She said the last bit with an oafish accent, making the children giggle.

 “You look wonderful, Ms. Clayton,” Miles said as Dani straightened his little bow tie that matched his suspenders.

 “Yes, perfectly wonderful!” Flora agreed. “Are you excited? I’m terribly excited.”

 “I’m terribly excited, too,” Dani agreed. “Can I tell you a secret, though? I can’t wait to see Jamie.”

 “That’s not a secret,”  Flora said all too seriously, making Dani grin all the more. “I’m sure she can’t wait to see you either. You do look so lovely.”

 “Thank you,” Dani said, “and thank you for coming to see me.”

 “Yes, well, children, we’ve wished Ms. Clayton well. Now we best be off to the church,” Henry said, beckoning them to the door.

 Dani walked them forward, and Henry stood still, his eyes scanning Dani as if he wanted to say something. He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, “Good luck, Miss Clayton. Though, you and Jamie are just so god damned lucky already, aren’t you? You’ve found each other: each other’s better halves, through and through. You deserve every happiness. ”

 “Thanks,” she said again and hugged him. “I’ll see you all there.”

 Dani felt a tightening in her chest at the sight of the three of them leaving. So very soon, she would no longer get to see them every day. She wouldn’t see Flora’s curiosity blooming or Mile’s becoming more and more like his uncle. With whom would she debate politics and philosophy without Henry over breakfast? She shook her head, feeling a bit dramatic. After all, they could still call and video conference and visit. True, they were all growing past the need for each other, but that was okay. It was more than okay. It was wonderful.

 Hannah seemed to sense the bittersweet scintilla in the air. She wrapped Dani’s shoulders in her arms in a sideways hug. “Right, what say we go get you married?” NOTES: Thanks so much for reading! Reblogs super appreciated!

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Go Fish

Prompt (s) : 5. “Fine, but if I win, you’re mine for the night. Anything goes.” & 15. “Okay, wait, that kind of turned me on.”

a/n: how could I not enter @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 challenge when it was to do with Chris? Plus these two prompts were screaming Colin’s name so I just couldn’t pass up on the opportunity 😂 this one shot takes place just after Ally and Colins fight.

Description: A innocent game of go fish with Colin doesn’t exactly go to plan

Warnings: brief mentions of smut (barely even there), mentions of a break up, mentions of alcohol, language

"So let me get this straight....you and Ally broke up and now your on my couch because?" You spoke with a slightly raised eyebrow as you glanced over at your friend Colin, whom right now was laying lengthwise on your couch with a pillow held in his embrace as if he was a child refusing to let go of a teddy that he had just won. How he had even gotten into your house in the middle of the night without a peep was beyond you at this point, but that definitely wasn't the biggest problem right now. 

At around 1 in the morning Colin has shown up at your door, letting himself in and just collapsing onto your sofa. Which had, rightly so, startled you when you practically stomped down the stairs 8 hours later.  Naturally, you had been quite shocked by his sudden appearance at your house. However, the male had explained what had happened just a few hours before you'd awoken from your slumber, you couldn't help but feel sympathy for the boy. How could you kick him out when he was in such a fragile state?

The former playboy took in a all mighty deep breath, almost as if he'd been starved of oxygen for months, before letting Your a broken sigh as he sat up on the huge couch. This was much harder then he had actually imagined it being.  Now he spoke. "We didn't exactly break up....in fact we weren't even really dating..." the male explained whilst staring into your eyes with his weakened ones,  searching for some sort of comfort in your gorgeous e/c orbs that always seemed to brighten up his days.

This confession of course made your ears prick and your eyes widen. In your eyes Colin and Addisons relationship was unspoken, the way the pair acted around each other made it extremely evident that there were at least some feelings involved. Which was why your friends explanation seemed to baffle you even more then usual "you weren't dating? But you two seemed so close?" You questioned, still keeping your distance from him for now as you continued to battle with your thought on what exactly to do next. Was hugging Colin a good idea?

'You're not the type of guy people end up with.'

Where the dreadfully cruel words that Ally had admitted to the former playboy just a few hours again. However, even though those words had been spoken hours before this moment, Ally's confession still rang in his hears like a church bell. No amount of alcohol was going change that.

"Forget I even said anything...let's play a game!" Collin spoke as he totally and utterly ignored your question, pretending like everything was perfectly normal again. But both of you knew that things were oh so far away from ever being normal. Nevertheless, this man was adamant that whatever happened between him and Ally was in the past. No matter how recent their 'break' up was. After around 5 minutes of silence the older male finally spoke up, once again baffling you with every single one of his ideas. "Ah!" He began, raising his pointer finger up to the air as a wide grin appeared on his face. "I know exactly what we can play" within a milli second of his words leaving his mouth, Colin was up like a flash. Racing over to your closet in the front room and coming back a couple seconds later holding a selection of board games. All of which were probably going to either involve a heavy amount of alcohol, or a disgusting amount of stripping. He was a open book after all. Or at least you thought he was.

Almost exactly 15 seconds went by before Colin had poured all the games onto the sofa with a dorky smile back on his stupid face. "So sweetheart, which game catches your eye?" The playboy asked as he ran his hand through his short hair, calming any stray hairs that may have appeared when he had laid on the couch not so long ago.

Wiggling your eyebrow you walked towards the couch, examining every little detail of the box’s that laid there before your eyes zoomed in on one game in particular. Your limited edition game of Go Fish. “Oh hell yeah. Finally found a game that I’ll for sure beat you at!” You spoke with a wide smile attaching itself to your mouth whilst you wafted the pack of cards in your friends face causing him to grimace at your game of choice. “Really y/n? Out of all the games on that couch you chose go fish?” He questioned whilst you just began laughing in his face. Not for long of course since your goal was to taunt him. Not piss him off so that he didn’t wanna play at all.

Playfully you sauntered your way over to him, stopping around 3 inches away from him as you stared him dead in the eyes and practically shoved the game in his face. Now you really were teasing him and he’d be dammed if he was going to just let you get away with this. Yes he’d just gotten out of a ‘relationship’ (if you could even call it that since they never went on a date and never really hung out unless it was to help Ally find her ex’s again, ) but his all mighty crush on you wasn’t ever going to go away. “Yes yes really! And you asked me what I wanted to play so you don’t get a choice. We are playing Go fish and we are playing it right! You don’t get a choice” the words seemed to fly out of you despite the fact that it was literally only 10 am at this point. Well it’s 12 o’clock somewhere right? Might as well start drinking.

A low groan from Colin could be heard from a mile off as he visibly began to think about his decisions on how the hell he could make a excuse on why he just couldn’t play this game. But surprisingly he came up with nothing. Really? Nothing? Oh come on Colin there must be some way of excusing yourself from this stupid old fashioned game right? He though to himself. But still nothing came to mind. Well seems like it’s time to accept. “Ugh fine, but if I win, you’re mine for the night. Anything goes.” He spoke with a wiggle of his eyebrows proving that he was indeed not joking about the fact that he wanted you. But then again, when did he ever joke about that in the first place? He was a playboy who always seemed to be greedy for sex so it didn’t really come as a surprise to you that that was the catch do playing this game with you. However, just because it wasn’t a surprise didn’t mean that you weren’t reluctant to accept.

This man was your friend. Not only that, but he was your friend who had just gotten out of a kinda relationship with someone he couldn’t stop talking about any other time. Yet he was l basically hitting on you right now? Although, that wasn’t the part that seemed to scare you. No the worrisome part was that you seemed to enjoy this. Oh no. “Anything goes? What exactly do you mean by that??” You Queried whilst still continuing to question in your mind exactly what he wanted to do with you. More so what he wanted to do TO you.

“You can’t be serious sweetheart? How upfront do I have to be? If I win I get to fuck you! Is that clear enough for you?” He spoke with that same gut wrenching laugh that always seemed to make you cringe whenever you heard it. How were you friends with this man?

If only he could read your mind. How the hell were you even considering going along with this? If you were in your right mind then you would have told him know by now. But was there really any hard in doing this? Could it be so bad to sleep with Colin? Well it can’t be that bad right? “Fuck me? Fine but if I win then I get to be on top and in charge. So what I’m basically saying is...when I win You’re mind for the night” you spoke back, using his previous words against him yet equally arousing the pair of you. Now things truly were getting heated.

Throughout the game, once you had finally shook on your deal and actually set up the game, Colin continued to look you up and down every so often. Fully taking in your gorgeous figure for as long as he physically could, almost as if he was terrified that you were going to disappear any second now. But you didn’t exactly seem to care, especially since you could literally see his erection growing in his pants every time you even so much as hinted towards what you were going to do if, well when you won. Plus you really couldn’t deny the fact that you two were getting aroused by this.

It wasn’t until Colin stuck his finger into his mouth in attempt to get you going, that you finally seemed to snap. “Okay, Wait, that kinda turned me on” you spoke with such confidence as you continued to stare straight at him. Oh this was going to be one hell of a long night.

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Bleeding Hearts ~ JJK [Part 2] [Request]

↱↱↱Word Count: 1.5K

↱↱↱Genre: Angst, revenge?

↱↱↱Paring: Jungkook x Reader

↱↱↱A/n: Hope this is something what you were wanting, I didn’t want to add the smut in as I’m trying to limit my writing to just y/n x guy or with another inside I hope you understand

 Jungkook walked up the hallway towards the changing rooms of the church, he'd heard from Namjoon that that was where you were hiding out for the morning and he didn't blame you. Not wanting to see him or be near him was probably the best thing for you, Jungkook knew what he did to you was wrong but he still couldn't help the feelings he had for Anna.

"What are you doing?" Jimin's voice rang through the air and Jungkook turned to look at him and he was standing there in his suit, a white rose attached this his buttonhole, he looked great and he should do it was his wedding day. 

"I was just walking around." Jungkook lied knowing how close you and Jimin had gotten since the breakup even though that Jimin and Jungkook continued to work together for the sake of the band there was still some tension between them. Jimin would never forgive Jungkook for what he put you through and he wasn't about to let him undo the healing you'd been going through for the last two years since he broke your heart, or rather ripped it from your chest threw it onto the floor and stamped it into the ground as though it was nothing to him. 

"She doesn't want to see you Jungkook," Jimin said blankly, it was his wedding day and he didn't want anything to go wrong and if that meant being a little tougher on Jungkook than that was all it would take, 

"I just want to see if she's okay-"

"She's fine now go and stand with Taehyung outside like the usher boy you are." Jungkook was about to leave when the door he was standing in front of creaked open, there you were standing there in one of the most gorgeous dresses Jungkook had ever seen you in. It was a simple pale pink A-line V-neck dress which was Floor-Length with a front split showing off your legs. 

"Jimin I was- Oh." Your eyes locked on Jungkook and he stared at you biting down on his lip as he stared at you, you looked almost as good as you did on your wedding day. The day he married you and his world clicked into place but then he threw it all away, 

"I was just asking him to leave," Jimin said reading your face as you stared down at the floor, you'd mentioned not wanting to be sat anywhere near Jungkook not because you hated him but because if you saw him you knew your stomach would turn into the mess it was now. He could still give you those old butterflies despite everything he had done to you,

"Where's Anna?" You asked which surprised both of the boys Jungkook shook his head at you trying to think of something he could say, 

"We broke up," You nodded and looked up at Jimin who was staring at you wondering if he was okay to leave, he was supposed to be checking everything out, you nodded at him and he left you and Jungkook alone to talk. 

"Y/n I just wanted to say-"

"When did it start?" You questioned, it was something that had bugged you since you found out about them but you never wanted to know until then. You knew you would be able to handle it if he told you now, you were in a secure place in your mind,

"You want to know?" You nodded and moved into the changing room to allow him to come in with you, he sat down on the sofa and stared up at you getting ready to explain it. 

"It was two years into the marriage..."

Anna had gotten a job for him at the studio because she'd been desperate for work, you sent her to Jungkook knowing that he was looking for a receptionist to work for him and for the first year of her job it was great but as time went on she began to develop feelings for your husband. Anna had tried to keep them inside but it was hard whenever she saw him, seeing him every day and when he would come back to the studio with nothing but a sweaty tank top on it only made he feelings for him grow stronger until she couldn't think about it. The skirts began to get shorter, the shirts became more open to reveal her lace underwear until Jungkook began to notice and he began to engage with her more, both of them knew it was wrong but it was hard to resist the sexual tension between them until one day it erupted into them having sex over his desk. His wedding ring discarded in the drawer, your photo face down so they didn't have to look at you while they made love. 

After the first time, it got easier and easier for them to forget about you falling into their own world where the only people that mattered were him and Anna, not caring that they were ripping apart a marriage one day at a time.

"You took your ring off?" You asked thinking back to one day when he came home from work without it, saying he took it off for a dance routine but now it was clicking that'd he'd fucked her before coming home to you and acting as though he was fine. 

"Yeah..." Jungkook said slowly looking up at you, silent tears were rolling down your face. You'd been strong for so long that you didn't even notice you were crying,

"Why? Was I not good enough for you?" Your eyes locked from across the room and Jungkook felt his heart crush at the look on your face, you'd looked like you did the first time you found out about them being together.

"No, that wasn't it-"

"All I ever did was love you Jungkook." He felt a stab in his chest as he heard your voice crack at the words you were saying to him, 

"Did she love you better than I ever could?" You whispered sitting down on the sofa behind you and looking at the floor, you'd tried to be happy for him but it was hard knowing that while your world was falling apart he was building his back up. 

"We broke up...She was cheating on me with another married man." You tried not to laugh at the thought, she'd always been the type to fall for people she could never have,

"I'm sorry." You lied looking at him, he shook his head at you and stared into your eyes. 

"It's what I deserve,"

"No one deserves to be cheated on Kookie, not even you." You admitted which was the truth, no one needed to feel as though the rug was swiped out from underneath them and that their world was coming to a crashing halt. All of the trust they had for one person gone within a few seconds of finding out what they did.

"Y/N? Five minutes," The door was open and Jimin's wife to be was standing there in her dress, Jimin must of text her to tell her that you were with Jungkook and it was their way of checking up on you. 

"You've been crying!" She yelled rushing over and grabbing some tissues from the desk that was inside of the room, she began cleaning off your face and then looked over at Jungkook. 

"I'll be in my changing room when you're done," She kissed your cheek before leaving the room, you cleared your throat and looked around the room awkwardly trying to get out of this conversation quickly. 

"I guess I'll see you out there-" He grabbed your wrist to stop you from leaving and you stared down at his fingers around your skin, 

"Jungkook let me go." You said blankly with no emotions in your voice but he continued to hold you, dying to kiss you one last time or at least hold you. 

"No...What- What if we gave ti another shot?" You scoffed taking his hand off your wrist and rubbing where his hand had been it was like something had ignited the skin and it was on fire but not the usual fire you would feel right before sex. But as if someone was burning your skin a sign they weren't good for you, 

"No." Your back straightened and you took a stand for yourself not wanting to go into this conversation with him not here, not no and no ever. 

"There's nothing you can do that will make me come back Jungkook. We're over and we have been for some time, don't think for one second that because Anna walked away from you that I will come crawling back because I won't." You stared at him before leaving the room and leaving him standing there watching after you and he knew he'd lost you for good which was probably what he deserved for what he put you through.

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[itty-bittle]

I know absolutely no one asked for this, but I was overcome and had to get this out of my brain. and i had to break my 4 months of writer’s block. so here’s this, i might make more! i am selling a product for which there is no demand 😌

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Nursey/Dex, 1500 words (so far)

He knew this road like the back of his hand. All of them, really, the way they sprouted and converged with one another, each leading to a building or a park or a neat row of raccoon-infested dumpsters he’d seen a thousand times. It was easier at night to see them all again, brain on autopilot as one hand worked the steering wheel, the other tucked under his thigh. It made him almost angry, the nostalgia that’d wormed itself into his chest again. He hated this fucking place. 

The only part he liked was the Persian tobacco store owner who’d sold to him since he was a scrawny 16 year old, who saw his shaved head and poorly ace bandage-bound chest, and passed the carton of cigarettes across the counter without even asking for his ID. He smoked half the pack in one sitting the first time, hoping his lungs would just shrivel up on the spot. They didn’t, he just felt sick and lightheaded his entire drive back home. He didn’t stop, though. He almost liked the way they made him feel. The nausea drew him out of his body, clenching his stomach instead of his heart for a few brief minutes. 

He was smoking now, actually. The filter of a fresh dart pinched between his index and middle fingers, stinking smoke into the ceiling of his pickup. Luckily it’d already reeked of ashtray when he bought it, so he didn’t have to feel bad about ruining the upholstery. He shifted his unused hand to steady the bottom of the steering wheel while he took a drag. No one knew he smoked, at least at Samwell. He didn’t live in the Haus so it was easy enough to hide, not that they could do anything about it if they found out. His coaches could tell him to stop, but he did well enough on the ice with black lungs already. He just knew Bitty would be disappointed in him. 

The road was quiet, like it always was after 8pm. In a town full of hicks and the elderly, everyone was busy either snorting pills or resting up for early church service. The night was mild and sweet outside his windows, insects screeching in the foliage framing either side of the road. Dangling his cigarette between his lips, Will dipped his hand outside the window, wind whipping through his fingers like silk. The headlights of the truck barely illuminated the road immediately in front, but it didn’t matter. He knew all the curves were coming before he even had to think about it. He was thinking about going to the shop, Izad was usually there well past closing and would let him in as long as he paid in cash, when his phone started buzzing against his thigh. Glancing down, he saw a facetime request from Nursey, his contact name “annoying shithead” staring back at him. Confused, he spotted a parking lot a little ways down the road and pulled in, heart thumping faster in his chest. He chalked it up to the nicotine buzz.

“What do you want?” He said once he parked, resting his phone on the middle of his steering wheel. The streetlight illuminated him just enough that Nursey couldn’t complain about not seeing his ‘stupid mug’. 

“Hello to you too, sexy Dexy.” Nursey drawled. Behind him, Will could see a gorgeous oak desk covered in every manner of clutter: dishes, books, loose papers and half-finished granola bars. “Is a man not allowed to check in on his favorite little star every once in a while?” 

“Ha ha.” Will said, flicking the ash off his cigarette where it hung out of the window, safely out of frame. “Then to what do I owe the, uh… pleasure?” 

“I missed you.” Nursey said simply, like that wasn’t enough to make Will’s throat tense up with… something. “And I wanted to ask you if you’d quit that awful job yet.” The only decent one he could get in this shitty town, Nursey meant. Will sighed, watching as the ember ate away at his tobacco. 

“No, idiot, because they pay me enough to keep gas in my truck. And it’s… I don’t know. It’s nice to do something. To have like a purpose.” Nursey nodded sagely, and something flickered across his face. He probably had a wealth of time sitting on his ass doing nothing, Will thought, and he definitely didn’t envy him. Nursey liked to keep things moving along as much as him, and Will couldn’t imagine what he’d even do if he didn’t have to worry about putting gas in his car or food in his sibling’s mouths. Nursey was probably going insane with boredom. 

“What about the lobster boat?”

Will sighed, scrubbing a hand across his face. “The hull is fucked. My uncle crashed it into a sandbar that had a few too many rocks in it. It’ll probably take him all fucking year to get around to fixing it.” The news was disappointing, but not shocking when it came. Uncle Matt had a tendency to drink a few too many when the water got still and the stars were out. Will couldn’t say he blamed him, it was lonely out there. Still, sucked that he had to spend eight hours in a sweltering mechanic shop all summer rather than on the ocean. “How’s C?” 

“He’s fine. Cait’s coming to visit him soon.” The scenery behind Nursey changed as he made his way down one of what Will assumed to many long hallways in his house. He’d never actually been, but in his mind Nursey lived in a mansion on top of a skyscraper. “How come you never visit me, babe?” Nursey pouted, little frown replaced by an easy smile when Will scoffed. 

“Because I have a job.” Will replied, deciding he didn’t care if Nursey knew his car and his hands and his breath smelled like an ashtray, he paid eight fucking dollars for the carton and he wasn’t going to waste a cigarette because Nursey liked impromptu facetime calls. Besides, Nursey was a lot of things, but he definitely wasn’t a snitch. He took a mildly shameful drag, flicking his eyes away from the screen as he pulled and exhaled. Nursey didn’t look surprised at all. 

“American Spirits. Didn’t know you were a fuckin’ tree hugger, Dexy.” Despite himself, Will smiled, taking another pull. 

“Fuck off.” Was all he said. There was silence as Nursey reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of, oddly enough, white wine. “Whoa there, big shoots. I thought your parents didn’t drink.” 

“They bought it at some fundraiser cus Ma liked the art on the bottle. I’m just going to mix it with cranberry juice, make myself a nice little rose.” Will gagged loudly, scowling at his screen while Nursey laughed. The worst part was knowing he was dead serious. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Will murmured through a mouthful of smoke. 

“Bestie withdrawals.” Nursey sighed dramatically, uncorking the bottle and dumping it into a pint glass. He waved the open neck under his nose, inhaling deeply, eyes comically rolling back in his head. “Mm, I’m getting strong notes of… let’s see… cat piss, vinegar and oh,” he inhaled again, “Hints of rubbing alcohol. Simply splendid.”

Will was giggling despite himself. He hated how much he loved Nurse’s stupid antics. “C only left four days ago, how can you already be having withdrawals?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen you for like, two months.” He said, and again the same feeling jumped up into the back of Will’s throat, twisting at his guts. It was weird. It was hard to tell when Nursey was being sincere about this kind of thing. All the flirting, the pet names, all of that was a joke, obviously, it had to be. But sometimes Nursey would say things so easily, like they were true, like he really did capital-m miss Will. It wasn’t that Will didn’t miss him too, of course he did, some days he’d wake up and the first thing he did was mindlessly open his phone to scroll through Nursey’s insanely long Snap stories, just to look at his face. He’d never tell him that, of course, which is why the sweet nothings Nursey would casually admit probably affected him so much. Probably. 

There was silence again as Nursey rooted around in the fridge for the juice, and Will flicked his ash out the window. 

“Y’know…” Will started, hardly believing he was saying what he was about to say. “I do have a Friday off next week. And the shop is closed…” 

“Saturday through Monday. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Nursey was grinning, the kind that made Will’s ears heat up and he had to turn his eyes to the window again, pretending he was watching something outside. 

“It’s a hell of a drive, though. You better be worth my time, Nurse.” Will said, trying to sound mean but it mostly just came out soft. He stuck his cigarette back in his mouth so he wouldn’t say anything else.

“Oh, I’ll make it worth it, William.” Nursey said, and Will didn’t even need to look to know he was waggling his eyebrows at the screen. 

“You’re paying me gas money.”

“I’ll pay for a new shitty fuckin’ pickup if you bring some of your brother’s hooch with you too.” 

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For the ultimate ship meme, Lion and Doc? I'm sorry, I'm LionDoc trash-

it’s all good!! whenever someone sends in an ask, i get an excuse to talk/write about one of my interests! really, it makes me so happy to be able to create content that people hopefully enjoy!! 💝💝💝

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - until the end of time, babey

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it was love at first sight but then they started talking i do think it was some form of ~interest~ in one another at first sight, but then all that drama and lack of communication happened so they didn’t really allow themselves to even dream about the possibility of a relationship. HOWEVER! once lion joined rainbow and they talked their shit out like people who know how to cope, there was a period of a few months that is now referred to as The Four Months of Pining™, during which glaz did a lot of paintings where the subject (who usually bears an uncanny resemblance to doc or lion) is staring at something (or someone) longingly. he calls it his french period. when they finally get together, a LOT of money changes hands. and goes straight into sledge’s pocket (he was the only one who bet that it would take them this long). diana gets a brand new collar (handmade), bed (handmade), dish (handmade), and many new toys (some handmade, some store-bought. sledge’s craftsmanship can only get him so far) 

How was their first kiss? - you know how the french are supposed to be super suave and confident??? and how gay people are trying their hardest but they’re just Not Good at things????? (i know these are stereotypes but stay with me). well, with their 5/8 french blood (i hc one of doc’s parents is fully algerian while the other is half french, half algerian), and their 4/4 gay blood, they have an 81.25% chance of success in matters of the heart. sadly, that 18.75% chance of failure came into play during this situation. picture it. doc and lion. romantic, home-cooked dinner. le festin is playing in the background. they’re holding hands over the table. suddenly, doc’s cat goes into labour. all hell breaks loose. lion is getting flashbacks to his son’s birth, so now he’s hyperventilating. doc carries him to the couch and turns on the fan so he can cool off and catch his breath, before carefully moving his cat, Rayie (arabic for gorgeous, pronounced rye-ah) to the living room in his handmade Birthing Box, then grabs a pile of blankets and a heat lamp and situates himself on the ground nearby so he can help her if she needs it. once the kittens are born (they’re twins!! Sadiqi is the boy, and Amirti is the girl!!!) doc makes sure they’re nice and warm and that Rayie is recovering, and gives her pets while she cleans her babies. once the happy family is all settled in for the night, doc walks over to the couch and just. lays down on top of lion. once he’s gotten over the adrenaline of the birth, he takes lion’s face in his hands and says “promise me you’ll be more calm if we ever decide to have kids” and gives him a BIG smooch while lion’s just short-circuiting like “does he know i have a son???? did i forget to mention my son?????? also what about these kittens??? are they not sufficiently childish to count as children????? DOES HE WANT KIDS????? does he want to marry me??????? wait why is he getting so clo-”

Wedding:

Who proposed? - lion. it was the day of their two year anniversary (yes i AM saying they got together the august after outbreak don’t @ me) and they were on vacation at doc’s family’s Secret Beach House. they were vibing on the balcony, watching the sunset, when lion suddenly clears his throat. doc turns to look at him and finds his boyfriend down on one knee, looking like he might flee to Bermuda. he’s reaching for something in his pocket. doc starts laughing. lion, completely misunderstanding his reaction, flushes and stammers out an apology. doc sees this, and immediately stops, though he’s still smiling gleefully as he catches lion by the biceps, then reaches into his own pocket and pulls the ring he was going to give olivier. they exchange rings, giggling like little kids, and spend the rest of the night making out on whatever surfaces are available. 

Who is the best man/men? - for lion? montagne. (his son is the ring bearer and doc’s niece is the flower girl). for doc? rook. he’s so happy he gets to participate in his dad’s wedding

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - for lion: finka. for doc: twitch

Who did the most planning? - both of them!! do you know how hard they worked to ensure the ceremony was valid in the eyes of both of their religions

Who stressed the most? - s e e  a b o v e

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - lion’s parents. they tried to call him during the reception but doc’s grandma grabbed his phone and started cussing them out, talking about dishonor and how they tried to disown him so they’re not his parents anymore, and besides, his new family absolutely adores him, so really, it’s their loss. once she hangs up, she pulls lion into a hug and he calls her his favorite, if only, grand-mère

Sex:

Who is on top? - who’s topping? lion. but sometimes doc gets bitchy so he gets to set the pace if you know what i mean

Who is the one to instigate things? - they are both lowkey horny 24/7 so 👀👀👀

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (only because they do get to see each other fairly often. if one goes on a long mission without the other, once they get back they will bump it up to a 10 real quick)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - idk long enough ig. maybe longer if someone feels they’ve been left ~unsatisfied~ they might go a few more rounds ;))

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - ok it depends on what they’re doing but usually it’s one or two each, but on ~special~ occasions it’s either doc getting edged and denied for hours, OR doc getting forced to come over and over again until he’s begging for something, whether it be more or a goddamn break even he isn’t really sure. either way he’s crying and lion is consistently asking if he needs to safeword and otherwise checking in because they may like it rough but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - unless someone’s hormones and organs get fucked, zero

How many children will they adopt? - probably none?? idk they’ve already got lion’s son and they’re both busy enough with work so

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - NEITHER!!!!! DISGUSTANG!!!!!!!!!

Who is the stricter parent? - god i wanna say both. like lion and his attachment to rules??? but doc and his Mom Friend energy????? but ig lion BUT HE’S NOT STRICT TO THE POINT HE’S A BUZZKILL OR ANYTHING HE’S JUST RESPONSIBLE (he will NOT allow his husband and son to go vandalize the property of some islamaphobic brits, as much as he agrees with the sentiment) 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - doc will only allow vandalism if it’s in the name of righteousness. meaning, he’ll allow their son to spray paint the walls of a goddamn walmart with shit like “eat the rich” and a portrait of robespierre and a guillotine, but it is a HARD NO on defacing places like the library or community center (unless he has a good reason to do so). lion spends his time praying and making sure his son knows which acts of civil disobedience are acceptable and which are distorting their goal 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - doc. he (privately) dreams of retiring (eventually) and living out his lifelong dreams of being a househusband. so

Who is the more loved parent? - SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IM GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS. but ig lion??? BUT ONLY BECAUSE THEIR SON HAS KNOWN HIM LONGER. doc is half Dad and half Cool Uncle Who Gives Me Spray Paint And Tells Me To Make Myself Heard (to clarify, i know doc is a pacifist, but im kinda projecting my own sentiment of “we’ve tried to be peaceful but you wouldn’t give us the time of day. now that we’ve “acted out” we’ve gotten your attention, and rest assured, things are going to change.” he won’t hurt anybody, he’s just tired of having to be everyone’s “muslim friend” and educating people on things they could google themselves)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - it used to be lion out of necessity, but when people started asking about his “wife” he was really torn between telling them that he and his son’s mother separated, but now he has a partner and his son seems very happy about it. when doc finally attends a meeting with lion, people really struggle to hide their shock. a few clunky but well-meaning “we support you”’s and “we’re sorry for everything that’s been going on”’s later, doc has used his charm to make friends with literally everyone. from then on, he is on pta duty on behalf of lion and his ex

Who cried the most at graduation? - lion! his parents purposefully didn’t show at his, so it’s a big deal for him to show his son just how proud he is. doc tears up a little too, but manages to mostly keep it together so he can support lion, who spends most of the day heave-crying about how proud he is into his husband’s shoulder. gustave just pats him on the back and tells him that they’ll run out of donuts if they don’t get to the concession stand soon

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - doc. civil disobedience, baby!! he has never been caught. lion fears the law after his youth, so he tries to avoid any visits to law enforcement. he also can’t stand to see his son behind bars

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - doc. househusband, remember?

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - doc, but only because he can be a bit of a spice supremacist. he has to get his ingredients from these very specific farms and markets or else his great grandmother will begin manifesting in their house to curse them

Who does the grocery shopping? - doc, bc he does NOT trust lion to not just sweep all of the microwave ramen and kraft mac n cheese into the cart then sprint to self-checkout

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever possible. doc and maestro live by the philosophy “don’t do anything halfway” if they’re going to go through the trouble of making a meal, it will have multiple courses. 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - doc is more of a salad eater but only for ease of consumption with halal laws. he adores filet mignon

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - lion! maestro enlists himself as assistant head chef after walking into the base’s kitchen one day to find lion covered in flour and lying facedown on the floor, crying

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - also lion! though he’s memorized doc’s order at all of their favorite restaurants, so he usually just gets take out and puts on a big show of being a “tired housewife who works in the kitchen all day just for this one meal” and setting up the table so it’s all nice and romantic

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - lion. he tried crème brûlée once. never again 

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - lion. organization is everything to this man. doc helps with laundry and such, but for the most part he leaves organization to lion and his systems (think leslie knope levels of planning and organization)

Who is really against chores? - neither! they both understand that teamwork makes the dream work, baby!!

Who cleans up after the pets? - doc, since lion’s already asked him which color hanger should represent “clothes i can tear off my husband before we fuck” and he needs a Moment

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither. they don’t own a broom

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - lion because of the deep-seated catholic urge to appear perfect in front of others, and doc because people will gossip, olivier!

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - lion. he immediately called doc into the room and asked “is this your stash of drug money?” doc, who had been asleep because it was 3 in the morning on a saturday, just stares at him

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - it is so bold to assume they don’t shower together to “cut costs”

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - lion is known in their neighborhood as the man who walks cats. there is a facebook page where people post pictures of him walking his cats. vigil is an admin

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - LITERALLY EVERY HOLIDAY GETS DECORATIONS. lion makes his own for the muslim holidays since there really aren’t many “of good quality” in stores. when they first started dating, doc came home to find his house covered in ramadan decorations, and lion standing precariously on a ladder, trying to string up fairy lights while learning how to pronounce important arabic words. needless to say, doc cries

What are their goals for the relationship? - mutual joy and contentment!!!! 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - doc. he’s sleepy

Who plays the most pranks? - lion, but they’re stupid ones like replacing certain pictures with danny devito. doc gets back at him by replacing pictures of jesus with ewan mcgregor, and putting yoda into his nativity scene. lion doesn’t notice