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Every Single Inch: Dwight Manfredi x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @skellyagogo @sca3a @kenbechillin @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Poker Face - Dwight's night takes a turn when he meets you for the first time at a poker game.

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Hell of A Message - You send a message to your ex Bill.

The Cowboy At Your Door - Your ex Bill shows up in response to your message.

Stay Tonight - Dwight and you have your first sleepover.

You wake up to the sensation of Dwight’s lips gracing your skin, the stubble of his cheeks scratching across the curve of your throat as he cradles you close. You can feel his molten hot length tucked into the curve of your ass through the silk of his pyjama bottoms.

“Is that for me?” You smile, your hand reaching behind you and threading through his hair.

“Oh honey, all of me is just for you.” He rumbles into your ear, his large palms gripping your hips as he grinds slowly against you.

You like that more than you care to admit, having this man want you like this. It’s not the physicality of his actions but the words.

All of me…

Noone has ever given themselves to you like that. Bill had tried but the power dynamic between the two of you was always imbalanced. You were always forced to defer to him because of his position in the family and that played out in the bedroom because Bill needed to lose control and you so badly craved it. It’s a pattern the two of you can’t seem to break out of even though you’ve been divorced for over five years.

With Dwight everything is different. He’s the first man to actually see you underneath the mask you wear, to understand that you’re a person and not just your reputation.

His kisses become more insistent as he guides you onto your back, his firm body covering yours. His teeth graze that naughty little spot just underneath your ear and you arch against him, his hips lining up with yours.

“Now I know you like to be in charge.” He murmurs, his palms slipping under the elastic of your shorts and cupping your ass. “But we’re going to play a little game called just the tip, we’re going to see if I can get you off just like that.”

“Dwight…” You murmur and he cups your jaw with his large hand, his mouth covering yours as his fingers guide your soaked shorts down your thighs.

“I could die like this.” He mumbles as his cock brushes over your slickness, coating the head with your essence. “Between your legs, hearing you say my name just like that.”

He rubs his dick over your clit, tiny strokes that have you in dire straits as his length parts your lips. Your pleasure comes in waves, each one dragging you under like a riptide until you can’t breathe, can’t think, all you can do is focus on the euphoria. He reaches down between the two of you, guiding his cock to just the right place, notching it at your entrance. Your fingertips dig into his back as his hand squeezes your hip.

“Remember baby, just the tip.” He smiles wickedly against your mouth as he breeches you.

You cry out at the sensation, your walls clenching him and the air rushes out of his lungs because you’re always just the perfect fit for him. He withdraws before pushing in again, just the tip and nothing more and you start to move, trying to take him deeper. He tuts as he guides your gaze back to his, his eyes locked on yours.

“I thought we agreed just the tip.” He teases, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

“I need more…” You whimper, looking into his eyes and you both know you’re not just talking about his dick.

“I meant what I said.” He murmurs, his mouth sealing over yours as he buries himself inside you all the way to the hilt. Your breath hitches and you tighten around him, your synapses erupting with ecstasy as he starts to thrust. “You can have me, every single inch.”

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Seeing Red | Ch. 4: A war between us ✍️

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x ex-wife!Reader (Call sign: Red Queen)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: sad Jake, mentions of pizza, sassy reader, and I think that's it?

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Jake's phone slips through his fingers, falling into the passenger seat of his car. He closes his eyes, an unknown feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. 

There was only one rule.

Don't see her ever again.

It was the only rule he didn't want to break. And yet, only seven hours set him apart from his wife. 

Ex-wife.

A knock on the window startles him. "Jake, you've been parked in front of my house for thirty minutes." Mav says, standing next to Hangman's car, barefoot. 

Jake can see the outline of Penny's figure leaning against the main door of the house. "I'm sorry, Mav. I drove here, and then I noticed the time... I didn't want to impose."

"If it were for me, I would send you back home. But my wife loves you, and so do I, so please, come inside. Amelia is heating up some leftovers."

Jake gets out of the car, and watches Maverick walk back to the house. He trails behind, his head low and his heart tense. What's he going to tell them? 

Penny pats his back when he reaches the door, a sympathetic smile adorning her sleepy face. 

"Sorry." 

"Don't need to apologize. Come inside. Pizza is waiting for you." 

Jake walks inside, and takes off his jacket, seeing Amelia place a plate of pizza on the wooden table in front of the sofa. 

"You're too good to be so young, Ames." He smiles and kisses her cheek as a thank you. 

"You're like my brother, Jake. Mom said she should adopt you." She chuckles, sitting next to him and caressing his arm. "Is everything okay?" 

He waits until Mav and Penny sit, watching how Mav slides his hand in between Penny's. He plays with her ring, a golden band that he placed there almost a year ago. 

"My ex-wife has been offered the team leader position." He mutters, grabbing the slice of pizza and eating it slowly. 

"Who's your ex-wife?" Mav asks, a bit shocked by the news. 

"Red Queen" 

"Holy shit." 

"Language." Penny says, looking between the two men. "Who's Red Queen?" 

"There's a picture of her in the main hall of the Naval Academy. She excelled in every possible way. It's like... the perfect student."

"And the perfect aviator." Jake adds, leaning back on the sofa. "She never breaks a rule. Never deceives her superiors. Never fails on a mission. Never misses a target. Never leaves anyone behind." 

"So she's everything you two will never be." Penny says, earning a glare from the two pilots. "Don't give me that look; I'm just telling the truth!" 

"Was she like a robot or something?" Amelia asks, interested in her voice. 

"She was the smartest and most kind human you'll ever meet. I remember when we were training once, and she apologized after winning me in a dogfight. She knows she's the best, but she never lets that feeling get to her head." 

"So she was a sweetheart." Amelia states, earning a nod from Jake. "Then why the fuck did you divorce her?" 

Jake sighs, closing his eyes. "That's a question I can't answer." 

"Was she the one that asked for a divorce? That makes so much sense." 

"No, Penny. I walked into our house one afternoon, divorce papers in hand. Left them on the counter and turned around, leaving her in the house. I haven't seen her ever since." 

There's a silence in the room that almost hurts him. "You mean to tell me," Maverick begins, rising from his seat on the sofa and walking around the room. "That she doesn’t know why you asked for a divorce, but she was so kind to just sign the papers?" 

"That's exactly what happened." 

Mav smacks the back of Jake's head, shaking his head in disappointment. "You deserve it."

"I deserve more than that, Mav. If only you knew" 

"Then tell me, help me understand. Because that look in your eyes tells me you're still so in love with her, you came to my house in the middle of the night hoping that we would listen to your story." 

"I've never told anyone. Not even Javy knows. He thinks Red cheated on me or something." 

“You let Javy think that she would do such a thing? From what I’ve heard of her, she seemed to be so in love with you that she walked out of the picture to make you happy.” Penny scolds him, and Jake just lets his head hang low, knowing that she’s damn right. 

Jake inhales deeply, running his sweaty palms against the fabric of his jeans. He needs someone to know the reason for his actions; he needs to share this with them—this little family that has allowed him to be a part of them, inviting him every weekend to dinner. Amelia, or Ames, as he likes to call her, sees in Jake the role of big brother, a role that he shares with Rooster; somehow both of them share that position. But whenever Amelia needs help, a ride, or just someone to talk to about teenage problems, she calls Jake. She knows that no matter what, he will always be there for her. 

They deserve to know about this. 

“I’ll tell you what happened” 

You walk around the base, looking for Cyclone’s office, with trembling hands. When you got that call, offering a better position than the one you had on an elite squad, you couldn’t say no to that. It would be an important milestone in your career. 

But maybe you should have asked a bit more about the job before accepting. Not because of Jake; you couldn’t care less about him. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. 

You just hadn’t thought that you could end up being your ex-husband’s new boss. 

“What do we have here?” A familiar voice cajoles behind you. You turn around, a characteristic mustachioed man standing at the end of the desolate hallway. 

“Rooster? Oh my gosh, it’s been a whole minute, isn’t it?” You stride in his direction, arms open wide to hug him. 

“Let’s not make this a habit, I missed you a lot.” He hugs you tight, almost lifting you from the floor. 

“You sure know why I’m here,” you point out, moving back to see his face. It’s been a few years, but he hasn’t changed that much. 

“Well, nothing that Mickey hears stays a secret for too long.” 

“Who’s Mickey?” 

“One of the wizzos. Listen, we filled them in on the whole Jake being a dick agenda, so they’re gonna give you some looks, but they’re very kind and loving people. You know half of them already. Phoenix, Javy, me, He-who-must-not-be-named… There are a few more, such as Yale, Fritz, Harvard, Bob, Fanboy, Payback, Omaha, and Halo.” 

“That’s not half of them, did you pass Maths in high school?” 

“Shut up. Anyway, if you’re looking for Cyclone, he’s in the briefing room waiting for you.” 

You frown. “We were supposed to meet in his office.” 

“Yeah but Jake pissed him off again this morning and he wants to torture him.” He says this as he moves his hand behind your back and leads you to the briefing room. 

“Cyclone called me to annoy Jake?” 

 “Yep.” Rooster pops the p, a smirk on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re not happy about it.” 

“I have mixed feelings. But it’s gonna be fun.” 

You watch as Cyclone introduces you and notice how most of the people in the room look at Jake’s face and how he seems to slide further and further into his seat, as if wanting to disappear from the room. 

He hasn’t been able to make eye contact with you, not even when they introduced themselves one by one, as per Cyclone’s request. The Vice Admiral is sure enjoying every second of it. 

“And without further ado, I will leave you with your team, Commander. You have permission to practice dogfighting to see their abilities and test the chemistry between them. I want a report at my desk by the end of the day.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

He leaves the room, all eyes looking in your direction, and you notice Fanboy almost bouncing in his seat. 

“You want to say something, Garcia?” 

He nods eagerly. “So, first of all, Commander, I think I speak on behalf of all the group when I say that we’re honored to have you here.” 

Phoenix scoffs. “You didn’t know who she was.” 

“‘Cause I’m not into pilot gossip, okay? Anyway. I heard that you’re one hell of a pilot, and I’m sure we’ll be able to learn a lot from you, Commander.” 

“Please, just call me Red. Don’t want to make this awkward. I’ll be flying with all of you, like a member of the team. I’ll just be the one in charge of making y’all come back home. And the one who saves your ass from Cyclone's wrath." you joke, making them all laugh. 

“Well, I think one of us is already too far gone to be saved from Cyclone’s fury.” Bob mutters, he’s sitting in the front row, next to Phoenix, and you hear every single word. 

“One of us has gone so far that he called me.” you recall, making all of them laugh again, and Jake remains quiet, as if the conversation wasn’t about him. 

“Okay, how did you manage to keep him silent for so long?” Payback exclaims, trying not to laugh. 

“I don’t know, maybe divorcing him is they key to shut him up” 

Fanboy laughs so loudly that he almost falls from his chair. Phoenix stands up and gives you a high-five, while Rooster gives you a thumbs up from his seat. Seems like you’ve already earned your place on the team. 

“Everyone go get ready, we’ll be doing some exercises today. Show me the best you got.” 

They all nod and leave the room, only Jake stays, looking at you for the first time. It's difficult to be alone in the same room as someone you adored. 

“Want something, Hangman?” 

“Red, I-” 

“It’s Commander for you.” You interrupt him. 

He seems to reconsider his words, looking at the floor and taking a deep breath. “Just wanted to know, Commander, if I will be flying with you or with another member, as I’m supposed to be your wingman.” 

You nod. “Yeah, that’s true. You’ll be flying with Phoenix and Bob today. I want to see what you can do.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Dismissed, Lieutenant.” 

He practically runs out of the room, and you sit for a second, your stupid heart beating fast. You can do this. It’s just another job. 

You have Liam now. He will be coming soon with your mom. Everything will be okay. 

You don’t need Jake at all. 

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 5

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 5400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: This is it. The chapter I initially wanted to write. Literally, just a small little one shot. But no. That’s not the Miller way apparently and once again, a Miller man took me by the hand and said “more”. Also I’m sorry please don’t hate me.

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Dating changed absolutely nothing between us. It felt the same as it always had, us sharing jokes, laughing, listening to each other, the amazing sex, just being around each other. Tommy and I always got along well and I guess it feels the same because we’d always been flirting. And then fucking. The only thing we never did was officially date.

A couple months in, Joel and Sarah have us over for our weekly family dinner. Joel had asked us to not tell Sarah about the baby until we were sure it was sticking around, which was fair. Since everything was going great with the pregnancy, we all agreed it was time to tell her. 

“We’re having steak? Since when are family dinner’s so fancy, dad?” Sarah asks as she walks into the kitchen, looking over her dad’s shoulder at the plate of grilled steaks. 

Joel nods towards me. “It was Daisy’s request.”

Sarah raises her eyebrows. “I didn’t realize we could make requests.”

“She can. You can’t.”

Sarah scoffs as she sits down, the rest of us joining her at the table. “That’s not fair. Why does she get special treatment?”

Joel starts loading steak onto plates and passing them around the table. “Because she’s stuck with Tommy and I feel bad for her.”

“Fuck off,” Tommy says, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He clears his throat before looking at Sarah. “Actually, there’s a reason. A real reason.”

Sensing the change in tone, Sarah looks up at her uncle. “What’s up? Did someone die? Oh no, you guys aren’t breaking up are you? What did you do, Uncle Tommy?”

“Hey now, what makes you think I screwed it up?” Sarah looks at him, one eyebrow raised. “Alright, fair point. But no.” Tommy takes my hand, rubbing little circles into the back of it. “You’re going to be a cousin.”

It takes her a second, the math playing out in front of her glazed over eyes before she looks at me for confirmation and I nod, my hand going to rest on my small stomach before she screams, launching herself out of her chair and nearly knocking me out of mine as she flings her arms around my neck. 

“Oh my GOD this is amazing news! I can’t believe I’m going to have a cousin!! AAHHH A BABY, DAD! THERE’S GOING TO BE A BABY IN THE FAMILY!” She launches herself at Tommy next, nearly knocking him out of the chair. “I promise I will help and babysit and do whatever you need for the baby! Wait, is it a boy or girl?”

“We won’t find out for a bit yet. But when we do, we’ll let you know.”

Sarah squeaks and hugs Tommy again. “I am so excited! You’re going to be a great dad, Uncle Tommy I know it!”

The rest of the dinner I wanted for nothing, Sarah immediately jumping to help me before Tommy could blink. Joel explained that she’d been dying to have a sibling for the longest time, but this is the next best thing. When it’s time for us to leave, she hugs me but pushes her face to my stomach, whispering things to the baby. Tommy gets in his truck after helping me in, chuckling as he starts it. 

“Well I don’t think we’ll ever have to worry about a babysitter.”

“At least until she finds a boyfriend.”

“Don’t let Joel hear you say that.”

We reach the end of Joel’s street and Tommy stops, his hand hovering over the blinker. 

“Tommy?”

“Move in with me.”

“What?”

He turns in his seat, throwing the truck into park. “I mean it. I’ve been wanting to ask you for…well, forever. I hate you being so far away all the time and fuck I love you so much and I just want to take care of you, and make sure that-”

“Tommy-”

“-that you’re never wanting for anything and-”

“Tommy-”

“-and I want to wake up every day beside you, officially, and-”

“Tommy!”

He pauses and looks at me. “Y-yeah?”

I take his hand and hold it, feeling his warmth seep into my skin. “I love you too and I would absolutely love to move in with you.”

His eyes brighten as a smile stretches across his face. “Yeah? Really?”

“Really. I love you, Tommy Miller.”

He pulls my face to his and kisses me, only breaking it to the sound of a horn honking from behind us. He laughs and pulls back, putting on his blinker and driving towards my apartment. 

“Tomorrow then?”

“Tomorrow.”

Several weeks later, once we’re all moved and settled in, we go to my OB, an ultrasound wand gliding around my stomach as they take their measurements. 

“Baby is looking good, healthy. Growing just as they should be. Oh which reminds me - do we want to know what we’re having?”

Tommy takes my hand where he stands next to me. “Yes, ma’am we would.”

She slides the wand around for a few moments and then stops, taking a picture of the ultrasound. “You’re going to have a boy.”

Tommy lets out a puff of air. “Are..are you sure?”

The OB smiles. “Oh yes. You see this here?” She points at a spot on the screen. “Definitely a boy.”

Tommy laughs, actually whooping a little and when he turns to me, I see tears welled up in his eyes before he wipes them away. “We’re gonna have a son. I can’t believe it! I’m gonna have a boy!” He leans down and kisses me and my hand comes up to the back of his head to pull him closer. He pulls back a little, eyes looking between mine. “What do you think?”

“Honestly, I just wanted a healthy baby. But I can’t wait to see a mini you walking around. Will it come out with a tiny belt buckle?”

“Oh shut up!” He smiles against my lips as he kisses me once more before letting the tech finish their scans. 

The pregnancy progresses and I start to feel more like a house, sweating whenever I think about walking, struggling to get up from sitting. The Texas heat becomes more and more oppressive and I find myself sweating from places I didn’t know I could. 

Tommy is wonderful. I don’t know what I did to deserve him. Every day he comes home and gives me a massage, paying extra attention to my feet and lower back, even learning how to massage for the sciatica that started up several weeks back. He gets me anything I ask for, no matter how ridiculous, and showers me with love and affection, praising me for the ability to grow a new life. 

“Ugh, I’m so big I can’t do anything!” I slam my fist on the bed next to me where I had tried, and failed, to sit up. 

“You’re in the home stretch, darlin’. Soon you’ll be holdin’ that son of ours and making me want to put another one in you I know it.”

“Slow down there, cowboy. I haven’t finished cooking this one yet.”

Tommy chuckles. “True. But until then, can I help you feel better?”

“How would you oh.” Tommy slides his hand between my legs, gently brushing over my sensitive clit. He leans in and nibbles on my ear lobe, gently pressing a finger over me where I need him and I whine. “Is that a yes, darlin’?”

“Oh fuck yes.”

Tommy continues to touch me as he nibbles on my ear, kissing that spot under it that has my hips jerking into his hand. Then he pushes up and drops between my legs, pulling from me 2 of the most intense orgasms I’ve had this entire pregnancy.

“Feeling good, darlin’?” Tommy asks as he wipes his face, sitting up from between my thighs. 

“Mmhm. But I need you.”

Tommy looks at me, his eyebrows pulled together. “I’m not sure-”

“The doctor said it might help stimulate labor.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. And I am so ready to not be pregnant in this heat. Please Tommy?”

He looks at me and I try to copy his puppy eyed look, but all he does is laugh at me. “You’re so terrible at that.”

“Shut up.”

“Tell me if I hurt you, ok?”

“Of course.”

An hour later, my water breaks.

Calm and collected, Tommy uses every ounce of his training from the army to get us to the hospital on time and safe. Once we’re in the labor and delivery room, he shoves our bags to the side and continues his support, counter pressure on my hips during contractions when I ask him, ice chips, sneaking me honey sticks or whatever I wanted when the nurse wasn’t looking. He lets me tell him what I need and then he did it and I really don’t know what I would’ve done without him. He constantly whispered words of affirmation in my ear, especially as time went on and he could see me getting exhausted. 

“You’ve got this, Daisy. You’re the strongest person I know. You’re gonna breathe this baby out.”

16 hours of labor later, our son Jackson was born. The moment Tommy caught him he had him wrapped around his tiny little finger, Tommy’s tears falling onto his tiny little chest as he took his first breaths in this world. 

“Hey little guy. It’s me. I’m your dad.” His voice cracks on the last word as he turns to hand me our son. I take him, tears streaming down my face at this little tiny human who holds my entire being. 

“Hey Jackson. It’s mom. I’m so glad to finally see you on the outside!”

Tommy cuts the cord and then comes back by us, tears fully streaming down both of our faces as Jackson cuddles further into me. If he wasn’t in my arms he was in Tommy's, his tiny little body curled up and relaxed on his dad’s broad chest was enough to punch anyone right in the baby maker. And I’d just had a baby. 

Sarah is beside herself. She absolutely adores Jackson and spends every moment she can with him. Whenever she can get him away from Tommy that is. Even Joel, who had warmed up to me the moment Tommy and I started dating, melted over him, visions of his daughter playing in his eyes whenever he looked at Jackson. 

A few weeks after Jackson was born, Tommy comes out to find us in the living room, the tv on low as I feed him, circles under my eyes from lack of good sleep, hair in a messy bun, and smelling of milk. He sits next to me and puts his hand on my thigh, rubbing circles into it.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

I scoff. “Oh yeah, I’m sure I look like I’m ready for the runway.”

“I’m serious. You fucking made a human. You did that. Made a human and take such good care of him and you just…I love you.”

I can’t help it, but I cry, half from his words and half from the hormones that are just about out of my body from everything. 

“Marry me.”

I stop crying to look at him. “What?

“I had a whole thing planned but seeing you now? I can’t wait. Will you? Marry me?”

“You wanna marry me when I look like this?”

“Darlin’, you are gorgeous and strong and I fucking adore you. But if you’re not ready and I asked too soon, I promise I’ll wait. I can-”

“Yes.”

“Y-yes?”

The tears fall again, streaming down my face as I nod furiously. “I want to be Mrs. Miller.”

He laughs, pulling my face to his and kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, moaning slightly before a tiny cry makes him pull back.

“Sorry, bud. I just had to kiss your mom. Wait right here.”

Tommy disappears into our bedroom and comes back with a small black box, opening it to reveal a ring, a slim white gold band with a modest sized diamond in the middle, and an engraving on the inside that simply said “Miller” with a tiny daisy engraved with it.

“Oh Tommy! This is beautiful!” He slides it onto my finger and I cry again looking at it. Honestly, I would’ve stayed with Tommy for the rest of my life without a ring. Without even officially dating. And when I told him as much, he laughed and said he wished he’d have known as he could’ve saved a lot of money.

We get married when Jax is about 6 months old in a small ceremony in our own backyard. Tommy, Joel, and Sarah completely transformed our small yard into something out of a story. Twinkling lights strung amongst the tree branches and bushes, a few long, wooden planks are set on stumps to make benches, and Tommy builds an archway for us, decorating it with vines and flowers, Sarah adding lights and a beautiful purple strip of fabric that was her grandmothers. I can see the tears glisten in Tommy and Joel’s eyes before they turn away clearing their throats, memories of their parents flashing in their eyes.

It’s strange. I’ve always heard people say, either in real life or on tv or movies, that they were so nervous on their wedding day. Cold feet. But me? I have none of that. I know that I was meant to be with Tommy, whether we got a receipt or not. And when I make my way down the flower petal clad aisle, staring into his deep brown eyes that are glistening with tears, a smile stretching his face, I know that he feels the same way. 

The celebration goes long into the night, Jax snuggled up next to Sarah, who also passed out in a little makeshift play area she had made for him. When it’s finally time to say goodnight to everyone, Joel quietly picks up Sarah and carries her to his truck and Tommy does the same with Jax, taking him upstairs to put him in his crib. The mess had been cleaned by family and so I follow Tommy, watching as he carefully adjusts Jax in his bed. My little family. I never dreamt in a million years that this is where I’d be at this point in my life, but I know I wouldn’t change a thing.

“What do you think about this one, little guy?” Tommy holds up an apple in front of him, Jax in the baby carrier strapped to his chest. He stares at the apple for several moments before babbling loudly and reaching for it. Tommy chuckles. “Alright, this one it is then.” He kisses the top of Jax’s head and puts the apple in the produce bag and repeats the process with all of the apples, completely oblivious to all of the women looking at him with heart eyes and at me with jealously. I really couldn’t care less. My eyes are glued to my husband, making me feel like I’ve been punched in the uterus. Suddenly, a Buddy Holly song rings out over the store’s PA system and Tommy puts the bag of apples in the cart, quickly moving to stand in front of me. 

“Let’s dance with mommy!”

Jax looks at me, his grin wide on his face with his few teeth showing as Tommy dances and sings with him, moving his little arms in time with me as I dance too. When the song ends, I look up at Tommy and find him already looking at me, his eyes soft and full of love that washes over me, making me warm all over. He takes my hand and pulls me to his side, leaning down to press his soft lips to mine. When he pulls back just a bit, he looks into my eyes and I nearly melt into a puddle there in the produce section. 

“I love you, Daisy.”

“I love you, Tommy.”

“You boys are sure working hard on that sandcastle! You want to take a juice break?” I ask, shielding my eyes from the sun as it blares down on the sandy beach. 

“No, mommy. Build!” Jax waves a hand at me, never removing his eyes from the sand castle Tommy is building in front of him. He’s pointing out different structures, the way to build it properly so it wouldn’t fall over and Jax stares between the castle and his dad with rapt attention. When the wave finally comes in, the water fills the moat perfectly, not even a crumble of sand coming down from the castle. Jax squeals with delight as Tommy hoists him in the air, laughing as he spins him around. 

“Great job, Jax and Uncle Tommy!” Sarah smiles wide at Jax as he takes her hand, pointing out all of the things that Tommy did to her. Joel stands to the side, making notes on what he’d do different until Tommy punches him in the arm.

“Shut up, asshole.”

“Language.”

Joel kneels down by Sarah and Jax, attempting to make his changes while Tommy walks back over to me, trying to insert himself next to me on my towel.

“Excuse you, sir. I do believe there is no room on this towel for you.”

He slides his hand over my bare skin, lifting himself to lay partially on me, his hand cupping my face, turning me to him. He leans down, his nose tracing a line up my neck and I let out a puff of air, my hand immediately coming up to scratch his scalp. His lips meet mine, his tongue gently prodigy at my lips and I slowly open them. He moans into my mouth, his hips slightly moving of their own accord. I turn towards him, throwing my leg over his back-

“Hey! There are kids here!” Joel yells from the sandcastle.

Tommy turns his head to the side and yells back. “How do you think they got here?”

“Get over here asshole and help me finish this castle so we can have lunch.”

Tommy chuckles and kisses me once more before leaning next to my ear. “We’ll pick this back up later.”

He pushes himself up, dusting his trunks off before turning and running back towards them, Jax and Sarah screaming with delight as he chases them around, nearly destroying all of Joel’s work. Soon Joel has joined in too, mostly to tackle Tommy into the sand, the kids’ laughter ringing out loud when Tommy’s butt hits the ground.

“It still needs a little work, but Joel and I can finish that up. Maybe make it self sustainable,” Tommy explains as we drive down the very narrow road that I eventually realize is a driveway. We pull up to a cabin that Tommy has definitely undersold.

“Tommy, we can’t afford this. Not even splitting it with Joel.”

We pull up in front of the modestly sized cabin that looks like it belongs on HGTV. And he says it isn’t even finished?

“Well that’s the thing. You remember the Jones’s? That big client we landed right around the time we uh, got together?” Tommy smiles and clears his throat, his eyes quickly darting to the rearview mirror to make sure Jax was still asleep. 

I nod. “Of course. They’re your biggest client.”

“Yeah, well I guess they have too much property and just want to get rid of it.”

“And they’re just giving it to you?”

He chuckles, putting the truck into park and shifting to look at me. “Nah. But they offered it to Joel ‘n me for an extreme discount. Less than what they paid for it, even including the upgrades.”

I glance out of the front window towards the cabin before looking at him again. “Why would they do that?”

Tommy shrugs. “What can I say? Mrs. Jones loves me. Anyway, they have it almost finished, just a bit of work on the patio and then basic stuff inside.”

His eyes are bright and excited. I can tell he really wants to do this and honestly, it would be really great to have somewhere to come to relax and unwind with the family. 

“Tell me more about it.”

His smile lights up the cab and I already know I’m on board with whatever he says. That damn smile with those fucking freckles kills me every time. 

“There’s 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. All en suite. A big kitchen with those double stoves you always talked about, a nice sized dining area we could put a nice big table in, a stone fireplace that nearly spans the whole wall. Oh, and uh walk in closets and a sort of game room? Activity room? Somethin’ like that. And…let’s just go inside. I’ll give you the tour.”

Jax wakes up at that moment, yawning and looking around with his eyes that match his dad’s as he takes it in. “Daddy, we go in?”

“Yeah, bud. You wanna see?”

He nods furiously. “Yes!”

Tommy gives us the tour, Jax squealing with delight at nearly everything and I can’t blame him. This place is gorgeous. But Tommy also points out the practicality of everything, from the titanium shutters that will board the windows when no one is here to the laundry room that I always wanted, and the fact that he and Joel were planning on finishing the self-sustainable grid and water system, so we wouldn’t have to worry about the power going out, which was apparently pretty common all the way out here.

“And over there?” Tommy points to a space out in the backyard as Jax runs around laughing. “I was thinkin’ we could put in a greenhouse and root cellar. I know how you always wanted one.”

“Really? You think Joel would be ok with that?”

“Darlin’, if we weren’t already married, he’d have proposed after tasting one of your tomatoes.”

“Explains the moaning when he eats one.”

We have a laugh and watch Jax run around for a while between the trees. He comes running up to us and Tommy picks him up, swinging him through the air, Jax’s scream of happiness ringing out. 

“Daddy, we stay here?”

Oh shit. They’re both looking at me with the same puppy eyed look. I cave instantly, although I was already going to agree. 

“Only if daddy and Uncle Joel think they can handle it.”

“Pass me the hammer please, Jax.”

It’s been a few months since we officially purchased the cabin, splitting it with Joel. All of us have spent several weekends here, Tommy and Joel finishing the upgrades to make it self sustainable, adding the greenhouse and other little touches. Today was the day they would finish the back porch. Sarah has been inside the greenhouse with me, helping me plant some vegetables and things in the root cellar. I come up to watch them for a bit, Jax following around his dad, tiny little toolbelt around his waist, complete with a giant belt buckle like his dad’s. He’s turned his hat backwards and is bending over Tommy’s large tool bag, tiny little finger pressed to his chin while his eyes scan the tools. He grabs one using both hands and holds it up, smiling triumphantly as Tommy praises him.

“Look at my strong little man! Let me see your muscles.” He takes the hammer from Jax who immediately flexes his little arms. Tommy squeezes his biceps and whistles. “You’ve got some strong muscles there, son.”

“There’s no way. Let me see.” Joel stops what he’s doing, Jax turning to him and waiting his approval. Joel raises his eyebrows and looks at him. “Wow Jax! I bet you could even pick me up!”

“I can! Watch!” Jax runs up to Joel and throws his arms around his leg, trying to lift him. Joel discreetly goes up on his toes, acting shocked and impressed that Jax could lift him.

They finish the porch and pull out a folding table, Sarah and I quickly grabbing some chairs to put around it, adding a big pitcher of lemonade that Sarah had made to the middle of it. Tommy and Joel argue at the grill for a bit over how exactly to grill the steaks, but eventually we all sit, admiring the setting sun and their hard work. 

Many weekends are spent here, holidays too, all of us loving the peace and quiet. A short ways from the back of the house is a giant lake that is shared with a handful of other cabins across the way. Tommy and Joel vow to look up someone to build a dock eventually, so until then, we have to push the little pontoon boat into the water ourselves, bringing it back up onto it’s trailer and storing it in the outside garage. The fact that this place came with it’s own boat still blows my mind. 

Sarah and Jax end up sharing one of the bedrooms, complete with bunk beds, their laughter and talking echoing down the hall until one of us has to tell them to go to bed. I love their relationship, Sarah treating Jax like the sibling she never had, and Jax the same with her. 

3 years after Jax was born…

“Pancakes, mommy?” Jax asks me as he walks behind me into the kitchen. 

“Let me see, bud.” I rummage through the cabinets, no pancake mix to be found. “Sorry, Jax. No pancakes today. How about a smoothie?” He nods enthusiastically and tells me a laundry list of fruits he wants, some completely made up. I’m gathering up what we have when Tommy comes downstairs, his red shirt unbuttoned, showing off his white tank underneath, stretching out over his large chest. He walks up to me and cages me in against the counter, both of his hands planted on either side of me, smiling when I look up at him. 

“Mornin’ darlin’.”

“Morning.”

He presses his lips to mine, his tongue coming out to slide across my lips and I moan slightly, fisting my hands in his tank top as he closes his arms around me. I can feel him growing more needy but a plastic cup clatters across the floor, breaking the moment. 

“Sorry!” 

Tommy breaks the kiss and chuckles, turning to see Jax chasing down the cup that was bouncing across the tile floor. 

“That’s alright bud. I’ll just have to-” 

Jax squeals as Tommy launches himself at him, chasing our little 3 year old around the kitchen. He bolts and runs towards his room upstairs and Tommy slows, stopping next to me to give Jax a moment to get into his favorite hiding spot, deep in his closet. 

“He’s a fast little bugger, isn’t he?” Tommy catches his breath while I hand him a to-go mug of coffee. 

“That’s why I don’t blink ever… You going to be early today?”

Tommy thinks a moment. “We have to meet the suppliers for this one gig and meet with the Rivieras to try and finalize that building deal. I think I’ve got them, just gotta cover a couple more things.”

“Don’t forget about Joel’s birthday today.”

Tommy takes a sip of his coffe and savors it for a quick second. “Yeah I know. I gotta pick him up today. His truck is in the shop.”

“Again? He really needs a new one.”

Tommy sighs. “Yeah. He’ll wait until that thing is drove into the ground though.” He pauses and looks at the counter behind me where Jax’s smoothie sits waiting to be blended. “Smoothie? No pancakes?”

“Out of mix. I’ll pick some up tomorrow at the store.”

He sticks out his lip to pout and I can’t resist it. I reach out, sliding my fingers behind his large belt buckle and pulling him to me, leaning up to bite his lip. 

“Careful there, miss. Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish.”

I open my mouth to respond when Jax yells from upstairs. “DAAAAAD!”

Tommy chuckles, kissing me one more time. “That’s my queue. We will finish this tonight.” His eyes are dark as they meet mine and I push my legs together, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by Tommy. He winks before leaving the kitchen, moving exaggeratedly loud up the stairs. A moment goes by before Jax squeals and Tommy comes back downstairs with him hooked under his arm like a football, kicking and laughing the whole way. He sets him down and Jax tries to play fight him. They wrestle a moment before Tommy pretends to get hit hard, crumbling to the floor as Jax jumps on him and he grunts. 

“You got me, little man!” 

“Look mommy! I win!”

“My strong boy!”

Jax puffs out his chest as Tommy stands, giving him a hug before putting on his boots. 

“You be good for your mama today, alright?”

“We go to cabin tomorrow? With Uncle Joel and Sarah? And Uncle Joel's um..girl friend?"

Tommy nods. “Yeah, bud. If they’re still up for it. But-" He glances up at me "- Rose has to work so she can't make it. Guess the hospital needs extra hands."

This seems acceptable to Jax and he bounds back into the kitchen, sitting at the table to wait for his smoothie, pulling some coloring books and crayons towards him that were on the table. I walk Tommy to his truck where he quickly spins me around and pushes my back into it, kissing me deeply, one hand gripping my hip and the other twisting in my hair. He whimpers as he pushes himself against me and I almost tell him to meet me in the backseat. 

“We do have neighbors, Tommy.”

“So?”

“They have kids.”

He sighs before pulling back. “I can’t wait to get you on my own for a bit this weekend. I gotta make sure you remember how to yell my name.”

My knees go weak as his lustful gaze bores into mine. “Th-that’s good because I need to see how many sounds I can pull from you.”

Tommy groans and kisses me once more before he gets in his truck, turning it on. 

“See you tonight. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I watch him drive off, giving me a wave before his truck disappears around the corner. Heading back inside, I see that Jax had moved from the table to turn on the tv. He was pressing buttons on the remote and getting more and more frustrated as the news program won’t click off. Instead, it gets progressively louder as he jams the wrong button.

“...continued disturbances in Jakarta, but are advising US citizens…”

“MAMA HELP!” Jax shoves the remote at me and covers his ears while I tap a few buttons, quickly putting on PBS Kids. He settles on the couch and I let him drink his smoothie there, snuggling up next to him as I sip my own. 

I spend some time playing with Jax, but then decide to start packing for the trip to the cabin. Joel had wanted us all to go for his birthday so I packed up some things for the 3 of us, scanning the cabinets and tossing some small snacks into our snack bag. We’ll have to stop at the store on the way. When Tommy doesn’t show up for dinner that night, I start to worry. He usually calls when he’s running late, although he was trying to close that deal today. I just tuck Jax into bed when suddenly, my phone rings and I rush to pick it up. 

“Hello?”

“Hey darlin’.” Tommy sounds apologetic and I sigh.

“You’re going to be extra late, aren’t you?”

He sighs into the phone. “Yeah. I mean, we closed the deal with the Riveras.”

“That’s great news!”

“It is. But since it’s Joel’s birthday, I told him I’ll take the Riveras out to celebrate the closing deal so he can go home to Sarah.”

“You’re a good brother.”

“The best. ‘M sorry, darlin’. You’ll be ok to pack by yourself?”

“Of course. I’ll pack your bag for you too.”

“Thanks. I’ll have to make it up to you this weekend.”

“I can think of a few ways you can do that.”

Tommy clears his throat and I realize he must not be alone in the room. “I can’t wait. Gotta go. Love you. Kiss Jax goodnight for me.”

“I will. Love you too.”

I cleaned up the kitchen and packed a bag for him, taking my time in getting ready for bed, intending to wait up for him. But the second I start reading my book, I pass out, book open in my hands. 

Until the screams outside rip me from sleep.

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[ye4gerism]

𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑨𝑹 - 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 final part!

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author’s note finally over! as i mentioned, this was my first smut based story. i had been playing around with this particular plot since my bachelorette series ended and now i finally brought it to life! thanks to everyone who interacted with this story and gave me something to look forward to every time i uploaded! i will be putting this story on ao3 as well :) my requests are open, so do feel free to request some more aot content! enjoy :)

synopsis after the rumbling, you found yourself on your feet in your home town. you have a completely new life - you’re watching your country be built again and now you have a partner! what happens when a man from your past reaches out to you via letter?

Winter 859

Jean,

I am so sorry but you are no longer a peace ambassador for the Alliance.

After much consideration, your actions are a threat to the work we've been doing and we can't risk losing our rising credibility over an affair. Your relationship with Mrs. Abe is not worth fighting Mr. Abe's influence.

Again, I'm sorry. As your friend, do know you can still talk to me if you need any support. I will send a future, more official letter very soon.

All the best,

Armin Arlert

Dear Jean,

Armin has recently told me about your termination from the Alliance. I'm really sorry - I know you loved that job and that it made things easier for you after what happened with Eren. I understand that you're currently stuck in Paradis and looking for a new job. I know you have a big heart, so I spoke with Historia and pulled some strings. She is offering you a position at the nursery. A secretarial job.

I hope you say yes and work with us until everything dies down. I know the news isn't public yet but it's going to be and your job search will get even harder.

I'm sorry about what happened with Y/N. She seemed like a really nice girl - no wonder you fell for her.

Please feel free to visit often. It's quiet on my end.

Thinking of you,

Mikasa

860

Jean decided to make a grown-up decision and court Mikasa. After receiving her letter, he quickly took up the job at the nursery. Things between them started casual - she was his friend first after all. She always told him good morning and they'd take their breaks together. Over time, his once dormant crush on her reawakened and she honestly began to like him back too.

By the spring, they said, "I do". It was an intimate wedding - all of their friends were invited and even Levi had made an effort to witness their nuptials. June was so much happier than she was in months - her son's reckless affair was no longer hanging over her head and now he was with a respectable, beautiful girl.

As the idea of you faded away, things slowly went back to normal. Jean never got his job with the Alliance back (which was fine, he loved his job at the nursery. His wife worked there and the kids were great) and his relationship with his friends was so much better. They were even finding success in negotiations with Marley and Mainland Marley. He lived with Mikasa in her cabin and was regularly visited by Connie or his mom. Everything felt settled after so many years of secrets.

Summer 861

Jean,

Hi. It's been a while. I assumed you didn't write me because of the drama of everything that occurred two years ago. I'm sorry it cost you your job.

How have you been? Sebas and I separated. He initiated the divorce. I lived in Anahg for a while and he replaced me with a much younger girl. I think he had been seeing her during our own marriage. Of course, everyone pitied him and praised him for trading me out with someone "better". I pray she has a better experience and doesn't treat her the way he treated me.

As much as I love my home, I couldn't stay in Anahg any longer because of the stares and people always constantly talking about Sebas. He's not even from here, so I don't understand the sudden hype. I think that article, which wrongly lists his ethnicity, is the reason why.

I ended up moving to Shiganshina. I managed to get myself a job as a seamstress at a very popular boutique. The owner was kind enough to help me get my own place as I continued to build my own life. I've been here a year now. I haven't been recognized, thank goodness.

I went to Trost to see if I could see you but I saw some individuals that I didn't know approach your apartment. Did you move out?

Anyway, I hope you're well. I really really do. And again, I'm sorry. Please, if you get this, let's have lunch together. I would really like to see you.

Y/N L/N

Y/N,

Wow. So she lives. THE Y/N L/N. I didn't think I'd hear from you again. The way Sebas was so angry, I thought he dragged you off to some mysterious darkness. All jokes aside, I was seriously worried about your safety. No one would tell me anything.

I have a pretty good job. Nothing heavy. I work with Historia's nursery. I just do a lot of paperwork about the kids and spend a little time with them since my main job is really low maintenance.

I'm glad you're out of that marriage. I don't know if you're happy but I am. He wasn't good for you. And I applaud you for your honesty and humanness; I'd wish Hell on her if I were you.

And you're here in Shiganshina, wow! I know you talked about liking the busyness of it. I hope you feel at home since Shiganshina is up to speed. You're lucky; I do miss the city sometimes. I'm glad you were able to do better for yourself here. Maybe you'll own your own shop there!

Yes, I no longer live in Trost. My mother does though. I got married last spring. The woman I'm married to actually helped me get my job. My favorite part is being able to watch her and her students bond. We’re expecting. I'm really excited to meet our first child. I'm hoping for a little girl. She wants a boy but everyone knows our little one will be a girl. Maybe the next one will be a boy, so we can have the best of both worlds.

Y/N, my time with you was something. It wasn't good or bad...it was just something. You gave me some of the most exciting times of my young adulthood. I will always remember you for that. But I think it’s best to leave our story where we ended it.

Mikasa was already past marriage and childbearing age and so was I. I also got fired from my job, remember? I’m halfway to thirty. I needed to start a family. I need a way to support myself, my wife and our child.

Y/N, I loved you once but I have moved on. I don’t think we should be on speaking terms, let alone writing terms. Our chapter has ended. Please make the rest of your time here the best. Thank you for everything.

Jean Kirstein

that is the end of all is fair in love and war! i hope you enjoyed it and i thank you for taking the time to read! pls feel free to repost and stick around for whatever’s next <3

[ohallthecrushes]

You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.

I won't blame you if you feel as frustrated as Elias in this episode. But this is part 1 of this dance between them and I swear they're gonna finish it with fireworks in part 2.

Without further ado!

Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who’s just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)

Now she’s running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she’ll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and…love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it’s a love story, doesn’t mean it ends well.

General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language… The whole pack. It’s Criminal minds after all.

In this episode: He makes some amends and takes her on a mission. They have a job to do. One simple job that definitely don't include breaking his rules and dancing in a stolen dress.

Elias woke the next morning, all felt like a fever dream. He replayed the events of the night over and over in his mind, wondering if he had pushed her too far. But he had had to teach her not to play him in the most gentle way he could, and obviously he could had done worst than that and yet he hadn't. So despite everything that could had happened, he was sure he had done the right thing.

He started his day as usual, no regret of his actions and no pondering of what could had been. He moved on and expected Evelyn to do the same.

And yet...

She didn't. Instead she was acting like a trapped animal, hiding before him in her room. He let her be for some time, until it started to feel annoying. He paced the cabin, the silence growing more oppressive with each passing hour. Their usual banter, her sharp mind, their conversations—he missed it all.

He missed her.

He needed her to feel safe with him again, so he decided he needed to make some amends, to take a step back and give her some space, and hopefully, she would feel more at ease.

He sat at the small desk in the corner of his bedroom and pulled out a piece of paper. He took a deep breath and began to write, old-fashioned style.

Evelyn

I realize that last night might have been too intense. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or scared. That was never my intention. I understand that you need time and space to process everything, and I want you to know that you're safe here.

I have to leave the cabin for a couple of hours or so. Use this time to relax and think. When I return, we can talk if you’re ready. Or not. It’s your choice.

Elias

He folded the note and walked to her door, sliding it under with a sense of finality. As he walked to the living room, he reflected on his own feelings. How much this note was a simple manipulation and how much sincerity he actually put in it? He furrowed his brows not sure of the answer.

He gathered a few things, packed a small bag, and glanced back at the door of her room. He wanted to knock, to say something more, but he knew it wasn't the time. With a sigh, he turned and left the cabin, hoping that the time apart would help them both find some clarity.

As the door closed behind him, the cabin felt even quieter. Evelyn, hearing the front door shut, got up from her bed and retrieved the note. She read it slowly with a hint of disbelief.

Was he sorry? Really?

Or was he trying to lure her out?

She appreciated the gesture even if it wasn't complete genuine, but it also left her with more questions. She sat down on the edge of her bed, holding the note, and pondered what her next move should be. The silence now felt less oppressive and more like a space for reflection, though it felt unnatural as well. She looked at the door. Had he left? That would be a relief, wouldn't it?

Moving with cautious, she left her room and peeked into the kitchen, then the living room.

Empty.

A quick check confirmed the front door was still firmly locked. Elias wasn't playing any escape games this time.

She smiled slightly at the realization. For the first time since arriving, she was alone. Freedom at last. She came back to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea as a simple act of celebration before she began to explore the cabin. Now without him around she could check everything more precisely, hoping to find something interesting.

But she felt disappointment quickly. The cupboards yielded nothing but mundane supplies, drawers hid nothing besides the ordinary, and the walls were adorned with generic landscapes devoid of any personal touch. No photos, no souvenirs, no personal belongings... Was there anything real in this place, anything that offered a glimpse into the man who held her captive?

An hour later, she slumped onto the couch, the search was fruitless. Everything was clean, even sterile, a carefully constructed facade that revealed nothing. The answers, if any existed, were likely locked away in Elias's room.

She swallowed the disappointment down her throat with a tea. The man she was drawn to was still an enigma. She knew nothing more about him than what he'd told her. And yet he knew more about her than she'd ever revealed. It wasn't fair.

The last night...her plan to get revenge, had back fired at her in ways she hadn't expected. It was partly her fault for underestimating him and thinking that stepping on this man's pride and provoke him was a good idea, that somehow she'd be able to control the situation. But even with all the consequences that he'd warned about, and his possessive statement that she was his, she couldn't deny that the arousal she'd felt had overshadowed the initial fear.

Now that she was alone in the cabin, she could be completely honest with herself and finally admit it.

And honesty, the consequences were ricocheting in her mind between being a threat and being a delicious promise.

The sound of the front door opening halted her contemplation. Elias walked in, his dark blue eyes sweeping the room before landing on her. A hint of amusement danced in their depths.

"Thorough, aren't we, Evelyn?" He sounded almost amused. "Did you find anything… interesting?"

He knew. Of course, he knew. She forced a nonchalant shrug, trying to hide her disappointment. "Just looking around."

"And here I thought you'd just enjoy your freedom, relaxing with a book, maybe trying to pick up some locks..." he glanced at her, setting down a bag he had brought with him.

"It was tempting to try, but no, as you can see I'm still here." She smirked at him. "But It was nice not having you breathing down my neck for a change."

His eyes twinkling with self-content as he saw that leaving her alone for a while had brought expected results. "Good girl. I'm glad you didn't try to run. It shows you're beginning to understand the benefits of our arrangement."

She bristled at the patronizing tone but chose to remain silent. As she rose, ready to go back to the solitude of her room, he spoke.

"Hold on, Evelyn." he gestured her to stay. "I've brought you something."

She watched curious as he reached into the bag and pulled out something she didn't expect to see. Her old guitar.

He handed it to her like a very precious delicate gift and observed her reaction, reading the kaleidoscope of emotions on her face.

Hesitantly, her fingers reached out, tracing the familiar shape of the instrument. All those memories of songs she'd played when her life had still been normal, came back to her. She couldn't help but smile with nostalgia.

"Thank you." she said genuine. But her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she added playfully. "Don't expect me to play any love ballads for you."

"Not a ballad fan, sweetheart, don't worry." he chuckled. "But I would like you to play something for me. One song." He lifted his index finger. "After all, I went all the way back to your old flat to get this. Surely you can indulge me."

She hesitated for a moment, but then her fingers brush the strings, and she nodded. "Fine, I'll play you something, but not now. I... I need to adjust the guitar first. Maybe later."

"Ok, I'll take your word." He agreed, watching her holding the instrument tightly to her chest.

The guitar was a calculated olive branch that served a purpose, and a sliver of normalcy tossed back in her hands. He was pleased that his gesture had the intended effect, bridging the gap created by their last night's confrontation.

"Anyway..." He said as if reminding himself of something important. "We're hitting the road tonight, so your performance has to wait until we come back."

"We?" she repeated with surprise. "Me too?"

He slowly nodded. "I have a job to do and I believe you may prove yourself useful."

"Useful?" she repeated again, taken aback. "And what kind of job?"

"Don't worry, beautiful, nothing too dangerous." He paused before explained. "Let's just say that someone took something from me. Now, it's time to take something back."

His explanation was as little as ever, but by now, she was used to his veiled pronouncements. She pressed further however, wanting to know what she would be getting herself into.

"Steal something back?" she asked. "Another house break-in then I assume?"

"Something like that." he admitted, his voice devoid of remorse. "Are you in?"

She tilted her head in a knowing look. As if she had a choice. "How can I not be?" She asked with irony.

As the evening came, she changed her clothes to something black and tied up her hair. She was ready to go...eager to go to be honest. She knew that this road trip wasn't something she should be looking forward too, but it was a break from the monotonous routine of the cabin and getting out of here felt like a relief.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink. She stepped out of the cabin and quickly settled down next to Elias in a sleek black car, ready to hit the road. The car purred to life, and just like that they took off into the night.

The dark highway stretched endlessly before them. They didn't talk much. He was focused on the road before him, while she was fiddling with the radio, skipping through various stations. One station after another buzzed to life, offering a cacophony of pop hits, grating news broadcasts, and static, before she found something interesting.

The music filled the car until the last note of the last song faded, leaving a charged silence in its wake. He reached out and flicked the radio off, his gaze focused on the road ahead. "We're almost there." he announced, his voice low and serious.

She straightened in her seat, her attention fully on the surroundings now. As they neared their destination, the landscape began to change. Sprawling suburbs gave way to a more secluded area, and finally, a large villa came into view. It was an imposing structure, surrounded by a high, well-maintained fence.

He pulled the car to a stop at a discreet distance, the engine idling quietly. He turned towards her, his eyes serious. "This is it." he said.

She couldn't help but feel uneasy. Even though she knew the house was probably empty, it still didn't feel right to just break in there.

Elias on the other hand wasn't fazed at all. He explained the layout of the house and the security system. "The alarm is electronically controlled." he said. "Disabling it should be a piece of cake for someone with my skills." He tapped his fingers against the wheel as he glanced at the house. "However..." he continued, gesturing towards the fence. "there's a dead zone near the back window I need to access. I need to plant a device there, but the damn fence is too high to reach from outside."

She eyed the fence with skepticism. "So, what exactly are you proposing I do?"

"Simple, my dear Evelyn. You're small enough to squeeze through that hole in the fence over there." He pointed towards a barely noticeable gap at the base. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to plant this device near the back window."

He pulled up a small, sleek gadget that looked utterly unassuming. "Don't worry." he said, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Like I said before, the house is empty. The biggest threat you'll encounter is probably a bored guard dog… or maybe just a case of claustrophobia."

She glared at him, unamused by his attempt at humor. “Not funny, Elias.”

He shrugged in a nonchalant way. "There's always a dog guarding places like this. Just saying..."

She stared at the barely visible hole, then back at him. The situation was absurd, a scene ripped straight out of a bad spy movie. But deep down, her wild spirit she'd tried to suppress, urged her to accept the challenge.

Grumbling under her breath, she wore her gloves and snatched the device from his hand. "Fine." she muttered, the word laced with annoyance. "But if I get mauled by a guard dog or stuck halfway through this ridiculous fence, I'm blaming you."

"Don't worry, trouble." he said, his voice teasing. "I wouldn't send you if I wasn't sure you can do it. I wouldn't want to lose my most valuable… asset."

Whether his words were meant as a compliment or a veiled joke, she couldn't tell. With a sigh of resignation, she crept out of the car and towards the fence.

The hole was barely big enough for a child, and definitely not designed for a grown woman. She started to crawl through it, wincing as twigs and branches scratched against her skin. Leaves tangled in her hair, and dirt smudged her clothes. This was supposed to be a high-tech heist, not a scene from a children's comedy show.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pushed herself through the opening. Standing up and dusting herself off, she scanned the yard for any sign of the bored guard dog Elias had mentioned. Nothing. He'd probably been pulling her leg.

Shaking her head, she located the window he'd described. Following his instructions, she placed the device, its tiny antenna pointed directly at the window. A moment later, a green light flickered on, indicating a successful connection. Elias had hacked the system.

Now the waiting began. She scanned the yard again, the silence broken only by the chirping of crickets. The night air was cool against her skin, the adrenaline from the crawl starting to wear off.

After what felt like another eternity, she saw the front gate opening and Elias came through.

"Took you long enough." she grumbled.

There was a smudge of dirt across her cheek, and a stray leaf clung stubbornly to her hair. Her clothes were covered with dirt and debris.

He suppressed a chuckled, noting her annoyance. “You know, I had to be sure my entrance would make a good impact. Anyway you did well.” he praised her as he took off the stray leaf from her hair.

She sighted, his complement did nothing to make her feel less like a crappy burglar. She watched him as he held up his phone. No elaborate climbing or lock-picking for this modern-day thief. Just a few taps on a screen and the door swung open, welcoming them into the opulent interior. He handed her a flashlight and took the lead, not wasting any time. She followed close behind, her gaze wandering over the marble floors, the gleaming chandeliers, and the artwork that decorated the walls. For a moment, her annoyance at being dragged into this bizarre mission faded, distracted by the surroundings.

When he pushed open a heavy wooden door at the end of the hallway, it became clear what he was after: a computer. Or more precisely, what was in it.

He snatched it up, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he plugged a device into the machine, his movements sharp and decisive.

"Downloading something, I presume?" she asked, watching him.

"Something like that." he murmured without looking up.

He didn't elaborate, and she knew better than to ask. This was his world, and she was just a reluctant accomplice or an useful assistant. Whatever the role, she found herself drawn further and further into this dangerous web.

As he continued his work, a low hum of the computer filled the room, the only sound besides the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his fingers on the keyboard.

She shifted from foot to foot, her gaze drifting around the office. The sleek furniture, the polished wood accents - it was all impressive, but it did little to quell the restlessness creeping in.

Her eyes landed on the desk, and there, nestled beside the open laptop, sat a half-eaten bag of what looked like chocolate chip cookies. Surely, a single cookie wouldn't hurt, right? The owner of this mansion wouldn't even miss one, besides, after her adventure through the fence, she deserved a little treat. She slipped off her glove, her fingers reaching for a cookie. Just one, she promised herself. But then, one turned into two, and two became three. The rich chocolate and sweet dough melted on her tongue.

Suddenly, Elias's head snapped up, his dark eyes locking onto her with disbelief. "Unbelievable." he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation.

She froze, mid-chew, a half-eaten cookie suspended in her hand. "What?" she mumbled with a sheepish grin. "They're delicious." she added defensively. "Besides, I've earned it."

He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the screen. “You have a habit of stealing food, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Hey, you keep dragging me into these situations. A girl’s gotta eat, especially when she's bored.”

He leaned back in his chair and sighted. He couldn't help but be charmed by her brazenness.

"Alright, alright." He conceded. "You can explore a little. But stay close, and keep your sticky fingers off anything valuable. And for god's sake, put your glove back on before you leave fingerprints everywhere."

She finished the cookie and winked at him. "Yes, sir." she said mock-saluted him.

She ventured out of the office. The mansion was a labyrinth of hallways and grand rooms, each one more luxurious than the last. She kept her distance, as he had instructed, but curiosity, a persistent itch she could never resist scratching, propelled her further away from the office.

Following verbal instructions had never been her strong suit anyway.

She stumbled upon a room that undeniably belonged to a woman. The air hung heavy with the sweet scent of perfume. The sheer amount of jewelry and expensive accessories was beyond absurd.

Unable to resist the urge, she reached out and picked up a pair of oversized sunglasses. She held them up to her face, peering through the dark lenses. They weren't her style, not at all, but the sheer extravagance of it all was intoxicating.

One item led to another – a wide-brimmed hat, a chunky bracelet that glittered with diamonds. Each piece was like a part of a costume from a life she could never truly inhabit.

Flicking on a small bedside lamp, she caught a glimpse of a vast walk-in closet through an open doorway. The sight that greeted her was enough to make her jaw drop. Rows upon rows of designer clothing, each piece more luxurious than the last, hung with invisible try me tags.

One piece of clothes caught her attention – a black, lace dress that shimmered with a subtle, otherworldly glitter. Surely, just trying it on wouldn't hurt, right? Without hesitation she slipped off her dusty clothes and tried on the dress.

The fabric clung to her, fitting her perfectly. She stood before the large mirror, feeling like a diva just about to attend a luxury dance ball.

Except the music was missing. And this dress craved a soundtrack.

Her gaze fell on a vintage-like music player on the nightstand. She turned it on and hit the play button. a classic 80's slow jam started playing. Perfect.

Meanwhile Elias was nearing the finish line. Just a few more minutes, and he'd have what he came for.

But suddenly he felt a prickle of unease. He glanced towards the doorway, expecting to see Evelyn hovering nearby, but the space was empty. A frown creased his brow. He'd specifically told her to stay close. Curiosity was one thing, but blatant disregard for instructions was another. Great. Just what he needed – a rogue captive with a penchant for wandering.

Sighing in exasperation, he pushed himself away from the desk. There was no point in waiting any longer. He had to find her, and hopefully, she hadn't gotten herself into any trouble.

He stalked down the hallway. He called her name once, a low growl that echoed through the house. No answer. Then, he heard a sound, a faint melody, a slow, sensual tune that seemed to ooze from a room down the hall. His frown deepened. Music? What the hell was she doing? With a surge of irritation, he followed the sound until he stood before the right door. He pushed them open and his eyes fell upon the scene before him. There, in the center of the room, stood Evelyn.

And she was a vision.

Clothed in a black, glittering dress that clung to her body like a second skin, she swayed to the music. Her hair that had been pulled back in a messy bun, now cascaded down her shoulders.

For a moment, he stood there, speechless, his initial frustration forgotten. She looked... incredible.

Then, as quickly as it came, the spell broke. He remembered why he was here, and the reason she shouldn't be cavorting around in stolen clothes.

"Evelyn!" he snapped, his voice sharp with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

She startled and whirled around, the black dress swirling around her legs. As her gaze met his, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. She began to sway towards him, her movements effortless and fluid. She spined around and her hand reached out landing on his chest.

"Dance with me, Elias." she said with a low voice. There was a playful invitation in her eyes that felt like a dare.

He stared at her, his initial annoyance dissolving a little. His lips parted, his first instinct was to refuse. The mission was paramount, and he should be reprimanding her, not indulging in a dance. But the way her hand felt on his chest, and the way she looked at him, made him hesitate.

"Just for a moment, please." she asked.

Her body came closer and he found himself at a crossroads. Logic screamed at him to pull away, to focus on the task at hand, but his resolve weakened. The memories from the previous night crawled back into his mind, awaking the desire in him.

With a sigh of surrender he took her hand off of his chest and pulled her closer, their bodies moving together in a slow, hesitant dance.

"Let the music take you." she breathed, her words laced with a playful innocence that belied the effect she was having on him. "Just feel it."

He wasn't sure if it was the music, the borrowed dress clinging to her curves, or the sheer surreality of the situation, but he started to enjoy it. For a few precious moments, the world outside the room ceased to exist for them and the lyrics of the song filled the room.

A safe night, I'm living in the forest of my dream.

I know the night is not as it would seem.

I must believe in something

So I'll make myself believe it

This night will never go.

Their bodies swayed closer, the distance between them shrinking. They could feel the magnetic pull between them growing stronger. His touch, initially hesitant, grew bolder, his hands more daring, hungrier as they tracing down her lower back. He spined her around and pulled her closer, pressing her body to his. Her lips parted slightly as if on the verge of a whisper, letting out a small gasp. He wrapped his arm around her waist and then, with a swiftness that surprised even him, he closed the distance between them completely. His hand found its way to her neck, their breath mingled, eyes locked. In a rush of urgency and need, his lips landed on hers in a hungry, possessive kiss.

She kissed him back with the same desperate urgency, letting his tongue slipped inside her mouth. It wasn't a gentle exploration, but a hungry claim. The kiss was fueled by the built up tension and lust, and the knowledge that this fragile connection could shatter at any moment.

Her hand tangled in his hair, digging into the dark strands as she pressed herself closer. Why was she responding to this man, her captor no less, with a such uncontrolled way?

A gasp escaped her lips, a sound barely audible among the melody of the song.

I never stop myself to wonder why

You help me to forget to play my role

You take my self, you take my self control

His lips left hers, trailing down to explore her neck. His hand, hungry and possessive, grabbed her butt as the other squeezed her neck. A voice, a faint echo of reason, whispered in the back of her mind, urging her to stop this madness. But the heat of his touch, the lust they both felt, were too powerful to resist.

He wanted more, it was evident in the way his hand dipped beneath the flimsy dress, sending a jolt through her. Suddenly he pushed her back onto the nearby bed, the dress pulled up showing her bare thighs. He let his body fall gracefully on top of her, hovering above her. He wasn't going to be gentle this time. The pressing need within him demanded a different kind of intimacy, a raw possession. His touch, rough and insistent, charted a path down her body, eliciting gasps that charged his own lust. A different kind of music to his ears.

I, I live among the creatures of the night.

I haven't got the will to try and fight,

against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it,

that tomorrow never comes.

His hand found its way under the dress, revealing more of her body to him, giving him an access to her most vulnerable parts. She felt his hand pressed on her soaked underwear, his fingers started eagerly rubbing her clit through a thin fabric as his mouth attacked her neck, going down to her cleavage. He almost ripped off the dress with his other hand, to free her breast. His mouth found a nipple and sucked on it, his teeth half-gently nibbling it, making her gasped with overwhelming sensation.

There's a moment of resistance, of course, a whispered plea for him to slow down. But he didn't listen. He pushed past her defenses, his hunger a relentless wave that would eventually crash over them both.

She had no other choice than to submit to him. She clung onto him, her hands slipped underneath his shirt, pulling it up, her nails scratching his skin.

He reached down to his pants and unzipped it, his hard cocked pressed onto her clit as he lowered himself, pinning her down to the mattress. He was ready to take her, to finally claim her, to hold sway over her desires and needs in ways she couldn't even imagine.

But then, as abruptly as it began, the music stopped. The silence that followed was filled only with their rapid breaths and uncontrolled gasps. He tensed for a moment, his body pulling back from hers just a fraction as he opened his eyes.

What was he doing? Taking her on a stranger's bed in the house they'd broken into? Ripping off the dress that didn't belong to her? Was he really wanted to fuck her here? Leave his seed, his DNA all over the crime scene? Risking to be caught?

A frustrated groan rumbled in his chest.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire and unwanted but unassailable realization. This wasn't the place. Doing it here wasn't an option.

With a muttered curse, he pulled back, his body tensed with self-restraint. He'd let himself get lost, be recklessly careless and taken over by his primal desire. Fuck.

It was deeply frustrating. He hadn't planned on this, on the way her touch would disarm him, the way her own recklessness would affect him in such way.

She was left laying sprawled on the bed as he got up. Her breath was caught in her throat, she felt disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by shame and confusion. She hadn't expected this to go so far, yet a part of her couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at his abrupt retreat.

She propped herself on her elbows and looked at him as he zipped up his pants and pulled down his shirt. He didn't wear his usual mask of indifference, there were a lot of conflicting emotions playing on his features, frustration, anger, suppressed lust and something akin to disappointment.

His words when they came were clipped, harsh commands that startled her. "Get dressed. Change back into your own clothes. Tidy this room up, make it look like you weren't even here and meet me in the car. And do it fast. Don't make me have to come back here."

There was no room for questions, no space for arguments. His voice was a harsh rasp filled with danger and an unspoken threat.

She just watched him leave trying to figure what had gone wrong. She realized that he'd let himself get caught up in the moment, just like her. He'd forgotten the danger, the mission, all for a dance and a kiss and everything that this kiss had been leading to but hadn't meant to happen. He was angry, that much was clear, angry at her and perhaps, even more so at himself.

With a sigh, she rose from the bed and started to undress...

Inside the car he didn't spare her a glance, his jaw clenched tight as he pulled out of the driveway, leaving the mansion behind them. She sat beside him in silence thinking that this wasn't how it was supposed to end. Their moment of a raw unexpected lust had felt so good when it had lasted. Now, it felt like a cruel tease though this time it wasn't her intention at all. But did he know that?

The silence in the car was heavy. Finally, he broke it, his voice laced with a harshness. "You had one job, Evelyn." he growled. "One. Stay close, don't touch anything, and don't cause any trouble. You managed to break every single rule in the span of ten minutes."

His words were a whiplash, leaving a stinging mark on her pride. He was right, but his anger wasn't exactly triggered by her disregarding of his rules, but the unfinished dance between them. She couldn't help but feel resentment. This hadn't been entirely her fault. He, too, had been caught in the moment, momentarily forgetting his rigid control and rules. Yet, she knew that it wouldn't be wise to make him realize that right now. It'd only escalate the already tensed situation.

"I... I'm sorry." she mumbled instead, the words barely a whisper.

Tears for some unknown reason pricked at her eyes, blurring the passing scenery. She turned her head away with an attempt to hide her vulnerability.

He glanced at her but didn't say anything.

The miles slipped by, the memory of their dance, of their tangled bodies, vivid and pulsating, played on a loop in his mind. Her hand, warm and insistent, on his chest, the heat radiating from her body, the kiss, the lust that had ignited a firestorm within him... He knew he shouldn't had taken her invitation in the first place. It would have jeopardized their entire mission. Luckily he'd regained control over this mess before it'd have brought them into serious troubles.

Unfortunately he was aware that the problem they were facing now, the real problem that wouldn't just go away, was the lingering tension, the lust that required to be fulfilled, the unfinished dance that had started long before they'd entered that mansion.

The problem had to be resolved quickly before it got out of hand.

And he knew that they could defuse the tension in only one way.

But they needed to get back to the cabin first.

[jungkookjeon0007]

Nights in Vegas | CH. 17 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 3.82k.

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He didn't say anything, as if his words were stuck in his throat but nothing came out. I mentally face palmed myself for such carelessness on my part and started to feel a bit uncomfortable by his silence, so I stepped away from him.

His eyebrows furrowed as he reached for me but I pulled away, "I- I am so sorry Jungkook. I-I should go now."

Before he could say anything, I hopped out of the shower and grabbed a robe that was hanging on the wall. I quickly left the bathroom and as I stepped into the bedroom, I heard the shower shutting off. "I will just get my clothes back later", I thought to myself, knowing full well that I needed to leave before I break down in front of him.

While waiting for the elevator, I heard my name being yelled from down the hallway, "LIV! PLEASE- PLEASE WAIT!"

He was running after me in only a towel that was wrapped tightly around his slim waist. I hesitated for a second to wait but the moment the elevator arrived, I ran in and pushed my floor number. As he almost reached me, I felt the tears begin to prickle in my eyes because he looked heartbroken as he yelled once more, "LIV PLEASE!"

A second before he could step in, the door had closed leaving me broken and alone inside.

. . .

[Lacie's POV]

After our shower and messing around, Hobi and I decided to cuddle up and binge watch American Horror Story until he had to leave later with Jungkook and Tae. I was laying on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair, playing with it as we watched TV.

Suddenly, I heard someone practically beating on our door and we looked at each other in confusion as the knocking became more vigorous, "Lacie please let me in! It's Olivia!"

My eyes went wide, "Oh shit, please let her in! She must have forgotten her key card!"

He immediately got up from the bed, going over to the door. Once he opened it, she nearly collapsed onto the floor her eyes flooding with tears as she threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Not pushing her away, he stood there hugging her knowing she needed comfort. After a few minutes, she collected herself and pulled away wiping the tears off her face as she looked between Hobi and I, "I'm so sorry that I cried like that Hobi. I just needed to let it out and you were the first one I saw."

She hung her head, sitting in the middle of us on the bed as we both tried to comfort her, "I'm sure you're both wondering what happened.."

Hobi and I exchanged a look as I grabbed her hand, "Only if you want to tell us."

She took a deep breath and began to explain everything that had happened between her and Jungkook. "Then I ran out of the room and down to the elevator to come here. You should have seen his face as he yelled out to me, he was so upset but I couldn't let him see me break down in tears. I needed time to calm down before we spoke."

Right after she explained, our heads turned to Hobi as his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket slowly and showed us the screen, "It's him. I have to take it."

Olivia and I nodded our heads as he swiped the arrow to answer the call.

Phone Call (Hobi's side):

"Hello?" "Wait wait, calm down Kook I can't understand you." "Y-yes, I can come up right now." "Okay, I don't have my key card though so you'll have to let me in." "I'll see you in 5 minutes."

End of phone call

"Im sorry to leave like this ladies but he needs me."

We just looked at him waiting for an explanation.

"He is so heart broken and crying uncontrollably. He really needs me, but I will be back in just a bit I promise." He put his hand on top of Olivia's, "Listen, it will be okay between you two. I have never seen people click the way you and JK have, and I know that he feels very deeply for you. When you both have had time to cool down, you definitely need to talk this out. Just take time and he will wait for you to be ready, I promise."

They gave each other a sweet smile then he stood up from the bed, walking over to me. I stood up when he offered his hand, wrapping his arms around my waist. "And I'll see you later my dear." Then attached our lips together in a sweet kiss.

"Bye baby, text me when you can."

He nodded, "Always."

We pulled away from each other and he turned once more to Olivia, "I will talk to him okay and I'll tell him that you will send a text when you're ready to talk."

She smiled, "Thank you so much Hobi, for everything."

He nodded with a smile as he walked out the door leaving my best friend and I alone. "Want to get in your comfy clothes and watch American Horror Story with me?"

She smiled, "Of course. Lord knows I need best friend time, I've missed you.

. . .

[Hobi's POV]

I walked up to the door and knocked quietly, "Kook it's me. Let me in."

As if he was waiting by the door, it opened almost instantly and I walked in. The sight in front of me shattered my heart as he was covered in tears and his nose was snotty. As he looked up at me his eyes were red and puffy, he was sitting on the floor against the wall crying.

I sat down beside him, "Kook, I'm here for you. If you need to let it out for a bit longer I'll sit right here and wait for you to tell me what's going on."

He sniffled while dabbing his eyes with a tissue, "I'm ready to talk Hyung.. I just needed you here with me. Thank you for coming so quickly."

I smiled at him, "Of course. That's what we do for our brothers."

He half smiled back but it faded as quickly as it appeared. He told me the exact same story that I heard from Olivia only a few minutes ago.

"When the elevator shut... Hyung I swear my heart stopped beating. I just stood there staring at the doors while in my towel, tears pouring out of my eyes. I knew she needed a minute and that was not the time for me to bother her, but I wanted to go to her so badly."

I put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him, "She went to her room while I was down there with Lacie. I heard the same thing from her as well. I just didn't know your side and wanted to hear it too, but now I'm truly curious... do you love her back Kook???" 

He looked away and sighed before speaking, "Yes Hyung, I love her so fucking much."

He leaned his head back against the wall, shutting his eyes.

"Why didn't you just say it back to her then?"

He looked at me with a saddened expression, "It completely caught me off guard. I didn't think in a million years that she would feel the same way. To be honest, I thought it was too soon so I just kept my feelings and thoughts to myself. Never did I think she would be feeling the same way until the moment she told me. I fucking blew it though... I could have said it back and everything would be perfect right now, but no I had to ruin it and make her feel embarrassed for even saying it to me in the first place. I just want to hold her and tell her how much she means to me and explain all of this to her, but she probably doesn't even want to see me right now."

He put his head in his hands as he sighed heavily and I placed my hand on his back, "I told her to text you when she was ready to talk about this and she said that she would. The reason she ran away was because first off yes it did upset her that you didn't say anything back, but mostly she just didn't want to break down and cry in front of you. She wanted to hear you out and be understanding with whatever you had to say, so she got away to give you both time to think and breathe. She's just afraid she pushed you away."

He looked at me with hurt filled eyes. "I need to talk to her." He stated as he tried to stand up.

I grabbed him, making him sit back down as I shook my head, "No. You have to let her text you when she's ready. Just go out with me and Tae tonight like we originally planned and hopefully by the time you get home or even by tomorrow morning, you will have a text from her. Okay?"

He didn't like the idea and I could tell right away by his reaction that he wanted to take matters into his own hands, but he simply nodded and agreed with me anyways. When I finally was able to get him up off the floor, I made him lie down for a little bit and rest before we went out. Once I knew he was asleep, I texted Olivia so I could let her know what's going on.

Hobi:  Hey Liv it's Hobi, I hope you don't mind but I got your number from the group chat. I just wanted to give you an update on JK if you wanted one.

.

A few moments went by, and my phone chimed back with a text message from her.

. Olivia 🌼: Hi Hobi. That's perfectly okay, I don't mind. Yes please, I've been worried about him since you left. It's killing me not to know if he's okay or not.

Hobi: Well, I won't lie to you... he's pretty bad. But, he has agreed to let you have your space until you text him that you're ready to talk. I heard his side, so please when you're ready just hear him out. He's a genuine guy and will tell you exactly how he feels, just please be patient with him. Jungkook has never done this before with anyone.... Our maknae may be very strong, but he also has a very sensitive heart. ♥️

.

It took a few minutes for her to text back, but right as I thought I crossed a line... another text chimed in.

.

Olivia 🌼: He's very lucky to have such an amazing friend like you. 😊 and I promise I will hear him out. You have my word.  ♥️

Hobi: Ok, thank you.

Olivia 🌼: Well, thank you for texting and updating me. I will text him when I'm feeling okay enough to talk. I just want to rest for now and take myself a nap. You guys have fun when you go out later and I will talk to you soon. 😊

Hobi: Of course, you're very welcome. Have a good time with Lacie, she's been missing you. You guys chill for the remainder of the evening, he's not going anywhere and I promise he will be glancing at his phone constantly.

Olivia 🌼: Okay. Thank you! I appreciate you. 😊

End of conversation

. . .

[Jungkook's POV]

*Alarm going off*

I slowly opened my eyes as I looked around the room stretching. As I grabbed my phone to turn the alarm off I noticed it was 7:00 pm already, "Shit, I slept for 2 and a half hours." I thought to myself as I ran my fingers through my hair.

I then looked around the room, noticing that Hobi was still sleeping, "Hyung, wake up! We have to get ready."

He didn't move so I threw my pillow at him.

"Damn it Kook! What was that for?" He instantly sat up, throwing the pillow back at me.

"I'm sorry but you have to get up, we slept for 2 and a half hours. We have to get ready to go to the fountain."

He stretched then stood up from the bed, "Okay. Let's make sure Tae is still going."

I texted him and he was obviously still down to go with us. After Hobi and I got ready, we all headed out to the fountain and it was literally so cool because the water was dancing to our songs. We took pictures together, watched the water show, and spoke with ARMYS that happened to be there as well. It was such a good time but also made us really hungry, so we stopped in and ate together at a fancy restaurant.

We ate, laughed, took pictures of one another, but right in the midst of everything my phone vibrates with a new text message. I pulled it out of my pocket and my eyes went wide when I saw who it was from... Olivia.

Beginning of conversation:

Liv. ♥️♥️: Hey. I know a lot happened earlier today and we still need to talk. Could we meet up at your room so we can talk about everything later? If you still need time I completely understand.

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"No I don't need time! I need you!" I thought to myself as I texted back so quickly that I was praying to god auto correct saved my ass with all the mis-spellings.

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Jungkook: Hey. No, we can for sure meet up and sit down together. We have a lot to talk about and I am more than ready for that if you are for certain that you are. 

Liv. ♥️♥️: Yes, I'm sure I'm ready. Can we meet at 10:30?

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I quickly looked at the time: 10:00 sharp. Shit, I am going to have to cut dinner short with the guys and hope that they'll understand...

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Jungkook: Yes that's perfect. I'll meet you at 10:30.

End of conversation

"Jungkook-ah, did you hear what we said?" Taehyung asked as he and Hobi looked at me.

"Umm, n-no. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

He smirked, asking again, "Did you want to come back to my room with us tonight so we can drink and hang out for a bit?"

I looked down at my phone and saw my texts were still open to her messages, "Ummm... I'm really sorry Hyung, but I actually have to meet with Olivia tonight. She texted me just now and asked if I could meet her back at the hotel at 10:30, I was just about to let you both know that I needed to go."

They gave each other knowing looks and smiled.

"That's okay Kook, we have plenty of time to hang out. Go get your girl back." Hobi said as Tae nodded in agreement.

I thanked them both then called the driver immediately. Once we got back to the hotel, it was already 10:23. Shit only 7 minutes, screw the elevator I'm taking the stairs. I sprinted up all the stairs and when I finally made it to my floor, it was 10:28. I exited the stair case, starting to walk my way down the long hallway until I saw the one person I have been waiting to see since this morning. She was scrolling on her phone leaning beside my door and when she looked up, she saw me coming towards her and gave me that little smile that makes my heart beat a thousand miles a minute.

I walked straight up to her as she looked at the time on her phone, "Wow, 10:30 on the dot. What'd you do... run here?"

She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back as I looked down at the ground,"Actually yes. I hope you didn't wait for me too long."

She looked at me with those beautiful big brown eyes that I've come to love so much, "No, I was only here for 5 minutes."

We smiled, but stood in silence before she broke it, "Do you want to unlock the door and us go in and talk, or would you prefer us sit out here in the middle of the hallway?"

My eyes went wide as I realized that I was staring for too long. I began to frantically search my pockets for the key card while I replied, "Oh shit, yes let me get the door unlocked and we can go in. I'm sorry!"

She was giggling, "It's fine, Kookie."

I finally opened the door and we stepped inside. She took her jacket off and sat on the couch that was in the sitting room and I watched her closely as she looked at me. I then laid down the key card on the side table, slowly walking over to her as she wasted no time and went straight into it, "Look I want to say this before we start if that's okay?"

I nodded.

"Okay, so I know I told you I loved you this morning... but I don't want you to feel like you have to say it back to me just because I said it first. In that moment, I wasn't thinking and everything I was feeling just came out. I am not going to try and defend myself by saying I didn't mean to say it, because that would be a lie."

She paused for a moment and let out a big sigh before continuing, "I know we haven't known each other for more than a few days but every single day since I've been here, I have spent that time with you. Everyday I have fallen for you more and more, and now that we've started being intimate... How could I honestly not fall in love with you, Jungkook?"

Tears began to well up in my eyes as tears were running down her cheeks. I scooted closer and held her hands as she finished what she wanted to say, "I ran away because I was embarrassed that I said it in that way and when you didn't say anything back I panicked, wanting to break down and cry. I couldn't do that in front of you, so I ran to get myself some space. I ran to my room where I met Lacie and Hobi and they listened to me cry for a bit until I explained what had happened. They then made me realize that before I jumped the gun and started thinking that you didn't love me back, that I needed to at least hear you out and hear your side. So I'm asking you right here right now, how do you feel about me?"

I wiped the tears off her face and kissed her hands, "Liv, the moment I laid eyes on you that first time we met, right then I believed in love at first sight. You completely knocked me off my feet and I knew in that moment that I needed to keep seeing you and make you mine. I can't describe the feeling, but in short I feel like it was meant for me to go to your door that day instead of Namjoon's. It was fate for me to meet you and for us to be at the same place at the same time. You have very quickly become something for me that I never thought I'd have this early in my life. You were the first person to take time with me and make me feel like I wasn't crazy for never having sex before or doing anything with a girl in general. You are the most loving person and have always made me feel so safe, making me trust you immediately without hesitation."

I wiped her tears once more and took a deep breath, "I love you so fucking much. I know like you said that we have only known each other for barely a week, but I don't want to be without you any longer. You're everything I have ever wanted and everything that I have been needing in my life and I don't think I could bear being without you. This morning, I was so scared and so nervous because when you said it, it made it all so much more real and complicated for me in my brain. I thought about the company and thought about if I'd ever get to see you again after we leave here, but now I know that it's all going to be okay and everything will fall into place for us. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you so much baby and you mean the world to me."

. . .

[Authors POV]

After they both shared their feelings with one another, they were sobbing into one another's arms.

"I love you so much, Liv."

"I love you too Kookie, so much."

With that, their lips connected as they got lost in a passion filled kiss. When they pulled away, Jungkook grabbed her face, "Will you please stay with me tonight? I don't think I can spend another second away from you after thinking I was going to lose you all day."

She smiled, "Of course, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

He smiled back then attacked her lips with his once more. They were out of breath from their heavy make out session when she suddenly pulled away, "Can we get ready for bed? I could use all the Kookie lovins tonight. That is, if you want to?"

He wasted no time and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, "God of course I want to baby girl. Tonight is all about you."

[northwest-cryptid]

Hi, I just found your blog through someone else I follow, and it's actually really cool to see another Mabinogi liker out in the wild! I used to be obsessed when I was younger, from like 2008 until 2018-2019. I kind of only stopped because I had no way to play with other people or advance in the story, because uh, Alexina servers sure are all sorts of messed up, or at least they used to be lol. Do you know if there's any like. People that still run old content???

Hello! As someone who has literally played Mabi for half my life I totally understand where you're coming from.

To answer your question I don't know about the community at large, but if you're looking for people who still run old content; I do know a good few people who do.

I actually met my partner (who I now live with) through Mabinogi, and while I was on a bit of break due to my old main not being very good and the content getting a lot harder in modern generations; she dragged me back to it and reminded me exactly why I love this game so much. Since then, we've slowly but surely gotten our friends into it, and now we have a small group who often play together.

Our group (who actually isn't even entirely pictured here) are all over the place in terms of main story progress and skill ranks. Some of us have caught up to modern releases while others haven't even started Generation 1 yet.

Everyone in the group is of different skill levels and familiarity; with some people having just learned about upgrades and spirit weapons, and others who are more focused on crafting and gathering. So whether you need a dungeon buddy, or maybe you're looking to craft some new gear; typically someone's down to hang out and lend a hand. We do everything from old content like rafting, hot air balloons, fossil restoration, dungeons, generation quests, general skill grinding; to more modern stuff like the later gimmick dungeons (whether that's echostones, the pet dungeon; alban knights, etc.) as well as higher end crafting and gathering; any events coming out, and of course stuff unlocked through later generations as we get to them. Though we do dedicate most of our effort to fashion lol, which is nice because they recently made the style tab free for everyone.

Some of us are more casually into the game, and some of us are out here doing 3D prints because Nexon refuses to give us good merch these days and I want a figure of my character lol. If you ever want to come hang out, since the server merge everyone plays on one server and our little group of friends mostly play on channel 9. We can normally be found around Dunbarton but right now due to the event it's more likely we're found in Festia predominately around that tree that gives everyone awful lighting at night (the big one in the middle).

Of course you are always welcome to DM me on here or whatever if that's easier than blindly trying to find us in game :P

Though if you see this dude in game you can just pester them about it:

[weekend-whip]

Hello a bunch of questions if you don't mind and you totally don't have to answer them if you don't want to! Which Character from the show do you not like or find annoying? When you write Do you start your chapter at the beginning or imagine a specific scene? I don't really understand some of Garmadons motives could you maybe explain them? How did you get into the Ninjago Fandom? And I think I read somewhere that you're not going to include the wildbrain seasons so is the stuff with Aspheera and Nya merging with the water and stuff gone?

1. I don’t really find any character annoying! Sure there’s some I’m ‘meh’ about but nobody’s ever really aggravated me (outside of that being the intention of their character). I guess Dareth in the first half of Season 6 would count but that’s low hanging fruit :P 

2. Depends on the chapter, though most of the time I start with a specific scene and then build around it as needed. Sometimes the beginning is the last thing I write! 

3. Can’t fully clarify just yet, there’s a couple spoilers in there, but if it’s not clear by the end of this story I will definitely smooth things out. Just know that Garm’s torn by his rage at Wu, his own ambitions, and his love for Lloyd and they’re constantly at odds with each other. He’s bitter but he cares and then he’s bitter because he cares and he can’t afford to care while he’s full of evil and that makes him feel bad all over again—thus he’s stuck in a very dark loop which maybe Lloyd will break one day. He also just really likes messing with people, and acting on opportunities that may help him further down the line, even if it seems counterproductive in the moment. 

4. I’ve always liked Ninjago from the very start, and been off and on with it until the Wildbrain seasons kicked in (and then I fully started paying attention). But around the time of the 9th Anniversary was when I was like ‘whoa, I gotta do something for the Big 10!!!’ So I integrated myself slowly into the fandom for like a year, mostly watching from the sidelines while I worked on Book 1, and then once I posted it I became a lot more active and now I have some very nice people as friends and I’ve been here ever since <3

5. The reason I don’t want to fully rewrite the Wildbrain seasons (except Crystalized) is the because there’s not a lot I’d change about them. They’re very self-contained and truly do have some solid stories already (with exceptions). That being said, the stuff that happens within them is definitely not gone! For now it’s just a lot of Call-Forwards, but once we hit Season 5 some more of the future influence will come into play. And hopefully, if I play my cards right, I can set up everything I need to without having to write an extra five seasons snksnksnk 

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

It hurts to feel, to think, to know I may be nothing

(a kind of fix-it for 8x06)

The knocking on his door is insistent, almost angry. 

Tommy looks at the alarm clock next to his bed. The glowing digits, the only and quite pale light in the room, show 2:45 am. Who would knock on his door at this hour? There's this little tiny heart stumble that gives him a name in response, which he immediately suppresses. Tommy, who is lying on his bed fully dressed and can't sleep anyway, just hopes it's not him. Not … Buck. He couldn't bear that, not now. No pleading from those Bambi eyes, no broken voice with a stutter worse than ever. He wouldn't be able to look at the man and think of him as detached as he had called him when he left, he wouldn't be able to see anything other than Evan, and that would be wrong. Tommy weighed this thought back and forth in his head, trying to make it somehow more correct. 

The knocking is still energetic, it just won't stop. Tommy sighs. He considers just lying there, playing dead and staring at the ceiling until whoever is at the door leaves. But if it's Evan, if it really is him, then he can be trusted to knock all night. Or to try to break down the door. Although... No, he wouldn't do that. Unless he was drunk. Tommy remembers the story of when the Bachelor party got out of hand and a door was kicked in. His thoughts go round in circles, and he sighs again. It sounds theatrical in his empty bedroom, but that's the way it is. He slowly gets up, swings his legs out of bed and shuffles to the door. 

This little stab in his heart, which is not relief but disappointment, is pathetic. It’s not Evan, of course not.

It’s Eddie.

Definitely, the first thing Evan would do is go to Eddie. Then, probably in the early morning, to Bobby. Or to his sister. Heck, he’ll see all his friends because he can; and that thought somehow hurts even more. Tommy isn't afraid that Evan will make him look like a bad guy. He has every right to grieve and seek comfort. It's just that he can. From whom does Tommy find comfort?

In any case, Eddie, who looks a little disheveled and a little drunk with his red cheeks, doesn't exactly appear like someone who wants to console him. 

“Have you checked the time?” Tommy asks gruffly. 

“I did, but have you checked your brain?”

Eddie taps him on the forehead with two fingers, then pushes past him without being asked, casually dropping onto the couch in the living room. 

“This isn't the best time, Eddie,” Tommy says wearily. Yes, he is tired, even if he can't sleep. 

“Might be. But that's what this is all about, isn't it?”

That hurts, and Tommy feels anger building behind his forehead, which will be a decent headache in a few hours. Unshed tears, that's how Abby used to call it. Abby, with whom everything began and somehow everything ended. All the shame and anger about himself make Tommy's muscles tense. 

“Don't think you’d understand.”

Tommy stands there with his arms crossed, defensive, as he has been all his life, but Eddie is not impressed. Of course not, why would he. Eddie has told him stories of Afghanistan and the dirt he's been through. One man’s defensive attitude hardly impresses him. 

“Why not?”

“Because you've never been in that situation, quite simply.”

“Oh, so you want to use my non-existent queer experience against me, do you? Shallow.”

Tommy lets out a long breath and growls, “What exactly do you want, Eddie?”

“I want to know why.”

A simple sentence, a simple statement, but Tommy feels like he's been deflated. He searches for words, but they are hard to find.

“Listen,” he finally says, ”I know you're here as E… as Buck’s friend. That’s sweet, but…”

“That's true,” Eddie replies surprisingly soberly, ”but I'm also here as your friend. Sometimes we need our people to tell us we're being silly.”

Of course, he speaks from experience. That's kind of the point, and now it's bursting out of Tommy. 

“I managed well on my own for years,” he says, the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I've been through it all, the self-denial, the shame, the half-hearted relationships. Evan will never have to experience that, and I'm grateful for that. But still... this guy just stumbled into my life, no, rather rolled through it like a steamroller.”

"He broke your barriers," Eddie interrupts him. 

Tommy gives him a look. Eddie actually understands. Why is he so surprised? Tommy doesn't give away his friendship lightly, and Eddie is more profound than he pretends to be. Or even than his friends sometimes think. Which, by the way, is also true of Evan, which is where he starts chasing his own tail, right?

“He did. And he comes with a lot of luggage.”

“Oh yes,” Eddie laughs. Then, he narrows his eyes, watching Tommy intently. “Wait, you don’t  mean his past and all?”

Tommy drops into the armchair opposite the sofa and shakes his head. 

“We... actually didn't really talk much about the past. It was more like...”

“The heat of the moment?”

Tommy doesn’t have to ponder about that, because it’s true. Every new relationship is like this, everything is exciting and full of icing. You don't use the time you have with questions. They didn't have much time, that's the curse of shift work and a life as a first responder. 

“Suddenly, half a year has passed,” he says with wonder. “And then he says he wants to move in with me.”

“Were you afraid of the next step?”

The way Eddie phrases this question tells him that Evan hasn't fully understood what happened. He's sorry for that, but he's sorry for so much, it's just more grief on top of a big pile of sorrow. 

“I'm just afraid of losing my heart,” Tommy returns, and strangely enough, Eddie laughs again.

“Do you think that's funny?”

Eddie raises his hands defensively, “What I actually find funny is that you lost your heart a long time ago, Tommy. You left the man standing outside the restaurant and gave him a second chance anyway. You’re the first contact in his phone. You're the one with the ice packs, the one who buried his stupid curse with him.”

“You would have done all that too.”

“Sure, except for the part about the funeral maybe, but only because Buck and I are on terms where you can tell your friend that he's being stupid. You, on the other hand... you have heart eyes when you see him. You stroke his hand in passing, you hold back on the kisses when anybody is around only to protect him.”

“You noticed that?”

“I noticed a few things,” says Eddie. “Especially that Buck feels the same way about you. There comes a point in every relationship when you take off your rose-tinted glasses. The only mistake you've made is convincing yourself that this will end anyway.”

“But it will,” Tommy replies dispassionately. 

“Because you're his first? That's stupid, Tommy.”

“What would you know about it?” Tommy replies heatedly.

Eddie tilts his head, “Didn't you listen when I told you about Shannon? I married my first love. I know what you're thinking, of course, it didn't end well, yada yada. But it wasn't because we didn't love each other, Tommy. We were very young and very stupid, and it hurts me to see two grown men like you, who also love each other very much, behaving so stupidly.”

Tommy sinks down in his chair.

“He acts impulsively,” he interjects. “He doesn't know what he's getting himself into, and in the end, when he understands that he needs more, he'll leave. And that will hurt a lot more.”

“Maybe,” Eddie says and stands up. As unasked as he came in, he steps up to Tommy's fridge and rummages through it for a can of beer. Then he points it at Tommy and says, “But not having loved will hurt more. Being too much of a coward hurts.”

“I'm not a coward.”

“Yes, you are, because you're running away from your own feelings. And not even giving Buck the chance to prove to you that he's worth brightening up your lonely life.”

“Now you sound like a guy in a soap opera,” Tommy says sourly.

“Nah, I sound like someone who has screwed up so much in his life that he should be the last person to give advice to others. But this is Buck we're talking about, and he's just a whining misery sleeping on my couch. And it’s about you, a friend I’m fond of.”

He takes a deep sip and grimaces.

“I think you've had enough for today,” says Tommy. 

“Guess you're right.”

Eddie gets up, and to his credit, it has to be noted that he doesn't sway. Or just a little bit. 

“Let me summarize the whole mess like this: you fucked up, Buck doesn't understand why, and honestly I don't quite get it either. But what I do understand is that you should work it out together. Tomorrow morning… no wait, in a couple of hours. Sleep, then come over, and bring breakfast.”

“I don't know if that's such a good idea.”

The worst part is that there is a certain hopefulness in Tommy's voice, it almost cracks. Evan hasn't done anything wrong, and it's probably only right that he at least tells him that. Even if it hurts. Because Eddie is actually right - it will hurt no matter what, and it's better to love than to grieve over a love that could never evolve. 

“But I do.”

There is so much confidence in Eddie's voice. Something has happened to him, and one day Tommy will ask him about it. Now he holds on to his own door and nods weakly.

“Let me sleep on it,” he says. 

Eddie winks at him as he leaves.

[luveline]

can you do something about dad!james? (sorry the bad english) <3

thank u for ur request, and there's no need for an apology. your English is great and if it weren't it wouldn't matter! also this is kind of long ♡ mom!reader

"Daddy," your daughter says seriously.

James swallows his mouthful of scorching coffee very quickly and winces as he asks, "What, shortcake?"

She stirs her cereal shyly. It's an adorable display but certainly not one that spells good tidings.

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

She looks at him for a moment. Tall enough to do it by herself but small enough to make it look like hard work, she climbs off of her chair, little feet sliding over the laminate kitchen floor because of her school tights.

She rounds the table and holds up her arms.

James spreads his legs and pulls her up onto one of his thighs, her body so light it makes him side eye her breakfast. He holds her waist tight and leans over retrieve her cereal.

"Gotta eat, baby," he says. "You can sit in my lap but you have to eat your food."

She shakes her head. "I need to ask something."

"Ask away."

She looks more like him than you, but you're there. Maybe in the ways that she talks, her endearingness, her precious smile. "How did you meet mammy?"

He grins. He hadn't realised he'd get to tell this story so soon. "It's a long one. Why do you wanna know?"

"Did you meet her in school?"

His grin slips. "Have you met someone?"

She plays with his button down and doesn't say anything until suddenly she's sniffling. James frowns, brow lowered in concern. He can't stand it when his girls cry.

"It's okay," he says gently. "Has someone hurt your feelings?"

She shakes her head and buries it in his chest. James feels his eyes widen of their own accord as he cuddles her close. He's still looking stricken when you emerge, her lost school bag in hand.

"It was under our bed, Jamie, if you can believe it- Oh. What's wrong?" you ask worriedly.

He pats your daughters trembling shoulders. "I'm not sure," he admits.

You come to stand by him, resting your weight with an arm over his shoulder and dropping a hand onto her head. "Baby," you croon, "what's the matter?"

It takes a lot of petting and coaxing. James knows she's going to be late for school but he can't find it in himself to care – her crying seems so different to a tantrum or funny five minutes. It feels real, and embarrassed.

"Tell daddy what's wrong," he says unhappily, kissing her small forehead.

She finally spills. "What if I don't find a dad?" she asks.

You laugh and then clap a hand over your mouth. He glares at you urgently, though he's confused himself.

"Sweetheart, you already have a dad. I'm your dad."

"But your mam's."

He feels the cogs turn slow. You understand much more quickly.

"You mean, a boyfriend?" you ask softly.

She splits like an egg. "I asked Jakey K to be my boyfriend and he said- he said no." Her voice cracks awfully between words, a terrible desperation as kids tend to embody.

James didn't realise that his daughter had already experienced her first heart break. His heart breaks for her in turn, unsure of what to say as she keens into his chest. He pats her back in a nervous staccato and turns to you for help.

"It's okay. It's okay. Will you tell us more about it?" you ask, similarly nonplussed.

She sniffs and slowly manages a nod. When she talks, it's with the suffering of a full blown adult.

"I liked Jakey K to be my boyfriend because I- I- I liked his spiderman 'brella and he let me use it when it was raining and I thought he loved me because that's what daddy does for you," she explains morosely.

"I'll buy you an umbrella," James says, blinded by her tiny heart having been stolen from right under his nose.

You twist one of his curls in a way that can't be called nice and nod seriously at your daughter where she's hiding her teartstained face in James' ruined shirt.

"It's not very nice, when people don't love us back. It really feels like it hurts your tummy."

She turns her face to you.

"But sometimes people want different things, baby. It doesn't mean you aren't smart, or pretty, or funny. Because you're all of those things, and you always will be. Maybe Jakey K just doesn't want to share his umbrella."

She falls into despair again. "But I want to."

"I know. I know." You thumb away her tears and smile as wide as you can. "You want to know a secret?"

"Okay," she says, wobbly.

"Before I met daddy, I shared an umbrella with someone else, and he didn't like me like I liked him. So being under the umbrella didn't work. We couldn't share, we couldn't pick what umbrella we liked. But now I have daddy and it's easy."

She looks confused. James is a smidge confused too — you don't share the umbrella. He holds it over your head and always gets his left shoulder wet.

You nibble you lip. "I met your dad and it's like, our umbrella has spiderman and princess polly on it."

Again, it flies over James' head. She seems to understand what you meant this time, as her expression clears and her frown slowly slackens.

"Okay," she says.

It's so sad it makes James want to cry.

"Okay," you say, and kiss both of her damp cheeks. "How about we stay home today? Just until we feel better?"

"Yeah," James says quickly, involving himself before you can send him off to work and have the day all to yourself.

You don't roll your eyes as you thought he would. You stroke his cheek with the back of your hand and grin.

"Perfect," you say.

You leave to go ring her school and James jogs his leg, wiping what's left of her tears off her small cheeks.

"You know, me and your mam are here forever, and we love you," he says seriously.

Her hand lands on his bicep and her chin tilts up. The puppy dog eyes are impossible to ignore. "Can I have a spiderman 'brella?"

"Absolutely you can." Who needs a boyfriend?

[redorich]

to those who carried on

A fic for @petrichormeraki​ and their Hermit!Tommy AU.

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The hermits know Tommy as a quiet young man who is very sad and contemplative. The more time they spend with him (against his will, but they know he needs the company) the more they learn of the little details. His favorite block is cobblestone, he likes building towers, and apparently his favorite woman is the Queen. They don’t ask why he wears a smiley mask even though he never seems happy. They don’t ask why he hides important things in his ender chest. They don’t ask why he wears a shattered compass on a chain about his neck.

(Once, he died in lava and lost his absolute mind. He was so upset about the compass that he didn’t even mention the stack and a half of diamond ore he had on him. Xisuma ended up manually rolling back the server just so Tommy could have it back.)

As time goes on, the tremors in Tommy's hands grow lesser. His dull blond hair seems a bit brighter, his bruises fade quicker, he doesn’t look quite so skinny-- he spends his time serenely building, resource gathering instead of running and fighting. He has a sense of humor under all that trauma, which the hermits unfortunately find out after another massive-scale prank war thought to be instigated by Grian actually turns out to be Tommy's fault.

Tommy starts swearing more. Doc gets the stink eye from Stress for this, but Doc insists he’s never once sworn around the young man. (That’s an absolute lie, but it wasn’t anything Tommy hadn’t heard before. Tommy thinks Doc is remarkably unoriginal in his cursing. He does take note of the German ones, though.)

Inviting Tommy to PvP minigames can be touchy, they learn. He likes to fight, but he fights like an animal with nothing to lose. Grian once chanted, “It stays in the pit!” and everyone present had to spend the next five minutes wrangling Tommy’s soul back into his body from wherever it’d floated off to.

Tommy likes to glide with his elytra. He claims he’s never had one before, but he flies like such a natural that a few people have their doubts. On a dark desert night, with dark blue eyes watching the night sky, he confides to Cub that it reminds him of the way his dad used to fly. He hates rockets, though. He does not confide to Cub that it reminds him of what his brother did to his best friend. He says enough that Cub can guess, though.

Scar gets fed up with Tommy’s creeper holes and makes Tommy help him fix them. At first, Tommy has no clue why Scar is breaking out things like coarse dirt and birch leaves and making the ground all fancy, but he’s not afraid of a little hard work and Scar makes it fun. He learns a lot about terraforming that day, and awkwardly comes back a few days later asking if Scar needs any more help terraforming. Tommy still hasn’t built a real base, not by Hermitcraft standards, but the small hill he’s built his dirt hut near now has a very beautiful, if amateurish, waterfall. He doesn’t tell Scar about this, but Scar finds out anyway. Tommy wakes up one morning to find that someone has left a shulker box in his house. Instead of iron-gripped paranoia, he just feels wonder that someone would give him a gift-- to the hermits, a single shulker box is nothing. To Tommy, it’s everything.

The shulker box contains coarse dirt, birch leaves, and a silk touch shovel.

Tommy helps Xisuma mine a giant hole in the ground near bedrock, because he realizes that he’s never thanked the admin for getting him his compass back. Well, that and the fact that instamining with a haste two beacon and an efficiency five pickaxe is a novelty. Xisuma lets him keep the cobble, since everyone knows it’s Tommy’s favorite block, but also insists he keep some of the other blocks like andesite and diorite. He pats Tommy on the head and tells him to talk to Bdubs about building a house some time. Tommy nods. He's taken aback by how tall Xisuma is, completely contrasting his mild nature. He reminds Tommy of Wilbur, on one of his good days before... Before. Not Ghostbur, though-- the admin is much too alive.

Tommy waits too long, so eventually Bdubs comes to him. The man is silly and outrageous, playing everything for laughs and unexpectedly tender. Bdubs plays up how beautiful he thinks Tommy’s hideous dirt shack is, then offers to help him build a house that’s better. For Tommy, building a house means settling down, accepting that this is his home now. Bdubs doesn’t know this. Tommy builds cobblestone dicks while Bdubs tries to lecture him about depth and block variation. Nothing gets done and Bdubs feels like he might have failed, but come next week Bdubs is flying over the area and sees the dicks are gone; so is the dirt house. In its place is a spruce-and-cobble cottage nestled near the tiny waterfall. Off to the side, he’s made a cozy doghouse for his fox, Theo. Bdubs doesn’t know how close that fox came to being named Fundy.

He spars with False, and she very pointedly does not mention how his stances are uniquely suited to a piglin. There’s only one renowned fighter who’s a piglin, after all. It's Tommy’s story to tell, if he ever does, why he’s seen enough of the legendary Technoblade’s fights to pick up on his stances, yet he’s not experienced enough to know that they don’t suit him. Instead, False gives him different stances suited more for tall, skinny people like the two of them. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes just like him. (Not that she’d know. She’s never seen his eyes, hidden behind his mask as they are.) Every now and then, he imagines her as an older sister, and the one time he says so, she smiles. When Tommy’s at home, looking at his own distorted reflection in his waterfall (he’s improved it since he built it), he muses that their eyes aren’t the same, their hair colors are subtly off. It’s close enough, he thinks.

Stress dies from fall damage and Tommy goes out of his way to pick up her stuff, because the hermits do these things out of the kindness of their hearts. The thought never even crosses their minds to steal. It crosses his mind. He doesn’t do it. Stealing from Stress would be like stealing from Niki.

He shows up at Cleo’s base unannounced and demands to see the “cool shit”. He is appropriately enthused by the giant armor-stand-bugs. She tries teaching him her armor stand magic, but it doesn’t really sink in. It’s okay, she assures him, most people don’t have the knack for it. He does, however, learn that buttons make excellent decorations. He also learns how to braid hair, bribed by ice cream. He is terrible at it, to the point where Joe has to come by to help the two untangle her hair so Tommy can start again. Watching the two bicker over capitalism and six million armor stands and a whole host of other inside jokes he doesn’t get, he thinks he’s starting to understand what friendship is supposed to be like. Joe and Cleo don’t see him clutching his compass. He and Tubbo weren’t too far off from this, given their circumstances. Maybe...

Maybe Tubbo can be forgiven.

Tommy makes minigames of his own, ones that don’t just kill you and steal your stuff. He builds things that are pretty instead of just functional, brews potions with Stress and only calls them drugs once (again, upsetting her is like upsetting Niki. Best not done), and sets up chicken bombs above people’s bases instead of just lavacasting them. (As Grian saw the hundreds of chickens slowly raining down upon his mansion, he got such a peculiar look on his face that Tommy feared he’d fucked up. The shorter, stronger (much stronger oh god why is he so strong despite being so small) man nearly crushed Tommy’s lungs in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of Tommy. Tommy was proud of himself for not accidentally murdering Grian out of reflex. Was this what healing was like?)

Yes. It is what healing is like. Tommy knows this because that wound gets ripped open again. Tango shows him how to build the most obnoxious redstone-powered noise machine the two can think of. Tango digs a small pit, and asks Tommy to throw down his axe. Suddenly, Tommy’s in Logstedshire again; it’s not Tango asking, it’s Dream. His hands don’t shake when he tosses his axe into the pit, followed by his sword and his armor. It isn't until he’s placed the TNT down that Tango grabs his wrist and asks him what he’s doing. Tommy’s eyes clear enough that he can see past the blond hair and freckles. Tango isn’t green, he’s red. He's shorter than Dream, and his worried eyes are unhidden. Tommy shudders, then tells Tango everything.

Tango has no pity for Tommy, just understanding and sympathy. He doesn’t push Tommy to talk about it, but when Tommy’s done telling his story, Impulse and Zedaph show up. They all pretend that Tommy’s voice isn’t hoarse, that they all didn’t conveniently happen to look away when Tommy took off his mask just long enough to wipe his eyes. The men bake a cake together, fool around with honey blocks, and don’t talk about it.

Tommy knows very little about redstone, considers himself more of a builder and a fighter than an engineer. Still, Mumbo’s living base is inspiring, and Tommy often hangs around the man’s industrial district just to watch Mumbo work. Mumbo knows that Tommy hasn’t purchased a day pass, but it’s nice having someone around to talk to while he works. It’s not like Tommy is stealing anything. (Tommy totally steals from Mumbo’s industrial district storage system. The man’s farms are so efficient that he doesn’t even notice, so Tommy assumes it’s fine. What Mumbo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.)

Lava still isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He stays far away from it, instead of imagining what it would be like to hurtle towards it. Ren doesn’t really notice this, but he does notice that Tommy doesn’t seem to like his mustafarian base. On a spur-of-the-moment whim, Ren whips up some absurd plotline in which he is a lone weary traveller seeking refuge at Tommy’s base from strange alien overlords. The two have fun together, and the young man cracks more absurd jokes about it than the hermits have ever seen him do. When Ren leaves a week later to return to his own base, Tommy keeps being absurd, if a bit more subdued without someone to play off of. He builds a shrine to the “prime log”, which grows more elaborate each day. Beef and xB pretend to be his acolytes, despite having no clue what a “twitch prime” is.

They can’t see his face, but the smile in his voice is a far cry from the despondency he once wore like a heavy cloak. He is so much more animated and alive, full of motivation. He builds an entire island in three days, and hand-delivers an invitation to each and every hermit for his beach party. Everyone shows up, even those with packed schedules (Iskall) and those with introverted tendencies (Etho). Tommy is nearly moved to tears when they show up in groups of twos and threes, as though he hadn’t expected anyone to come. There aren’t enough chairs for everyone, but there is more than enough cake to go around. Tango brings drinks, Impulse brings meat to barbecue, and Zedaph makes an elaborate jump-powered grill. Keralis brings way too much confetti and several handfuls of cheap, obnoxious party noisemakers. Stress brings Tommy a crown made out of alliums. It shines far less than his brother’s gold crown, and it’ll die in a few days, but he wears it all night and keeps it in his ender chest until it withers away.

He spends five days teaching himself to make flower crowns. Even his best attempt is awful, nowhere near as pretty as the crowns Stress makes, but when he gives it to her, she takes off the one she was wearing and wears his until it falls apart.

He dies fighting a creeper on Grian’s behalf, and doesn’t even panic, because he trusts that however many times he dies, no matter how stupid or ignominious or revolutionary or important, Xisuma will always let him respawn.

He spends a grand total of nine diamonds to buy a single plot of land in the shopping district. He builds a cute little bench facing the sunset, with warmly glowing street lights on either side and a small garden. At the end of the bench he places a jukebox, and buys every single disc that Beef’s music shop sells, including Pigstep. He sits on the bench while Mellohi plays and watches the tiny silhouettes of his friends flying in the evening sky. Tommy looks alone on that bench, even if he seems happy, so sometimes other people stop by to sit with him. Scar declares the bench area a public park, since everyone likes it so much, and refunds Tommy his nine diamonds straight from the throne.

[seiyasabi]

A Farmer Boy’s Crush

(This is a Yandere Ushijima x Female Reader story! I’m sorry in advance, because I think this man is scary ;(( Also, there will be no part two of this, and I’m sorry if it sucks lol.

TW: !Noncon!, Stalker Ushi!, Size kink!, Cumflation!, Spanking!, Dacryphilia?, Choking!, Breeding Kink!, Cockwarming, Threatening behaviour!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

“I’m sorry, Ushijima-san, but I’m not interested in you. I’m focusing on my career, so I don’t have time for a relationship.”

It started when you were in highschool. 

The volleyball player confessed to you on Valentines Day, equipped with handmade chocolates and roses from his Mother’s garden. At the time, you had no interest in boys. You were way too focused on your future career, viewing a significant other as a distraction. Ushijima, to his credit, didn’t lose his temper when you turned him down. He nodded, silently stalking off to the gym, his posture perfectly straight. 

You’d brushed the entire event off, feeling guilty for turning him down so nonchalantly, but also standing your ground. The large man has a harem of girls, and you were sure he’d find a girlfriend that would treat him right. 

But, what you didn’t know, was that all he wanted was you. He could never go for another girl, because you’re one of a kind. 

He loves how you pick weeds out of the pavement, loves how you help old people bring their groceries to their car, loves how you’re YOU. 

So, in his spare time (aka, when he’s not playing volleyball), he watches you. He’d followed you home one day, and he spotted you through your curtainless window. 

That’s how it started; watching. 

But watching wasn’t enough.

Soon, he’d break into your home, snagging a worn t-shirt or panties, a chapstick on your desk, a polaroid you recently took, etc.. Once in his possession, he’d stalk off home at a leisure pace. Ushijima would then place the item in the shrine in his closet, relishing the new item in his collection. 

This went on for years, up until today. Today, he’d had enough. He’d heard from your friends on campus that you’d scored a date with a boy named ‘Kane,’ causing the large man to drive like a mad man in the direction of your home. 

Seeing you from your room’s curtainless window, his nose flares in anger. You’re in a cute cherry patterned dress, (applying makeup/doing your skincare routine) in your vanity table’s mirror. 

Stomping up your concrete front stairs, he grabs the hidden key in your potted plant outside, and slips inside. Wakatoshi makes his way up your house’s steps, creeping towards your closed door. He can hear music playing, most likely from your phone, and can see your shadow moving from underneath your door. 

Grasping your metal door handle, he steps inside your air freshener infused room. His presence startles you, and he can’t help but feel pleasure at the look of shock on your face. 

“Ushijima-san? What the hell are you doing-?” His large hand grips your throat, dragging you to your lilac coloured sheets. The olive haired man forces you onto your mattress, large body stradling your smaller form. Your weak attempt at freeing yourself is heartwarming, your spluttering and hits seem kitten-like. 

“Why would you go to someone else?” You try to respond, but are unable to, his ministrations not allowing you to breathe. Noticing this, he releases his vice-like grip, merely hovering his calloused hand over your throat. 

“What-” Your voice cracks, causing you to clear your throat, as tears drip down your pretty face, “What are you talking about? Why are you in my house?” 

He ignores your questions, steely gaze glaring down at you, “Kane cannot provide for you. I have a stable income, he does not. I have my own home, he does not. He has no redeemable qualities. I cannot understand why you would wish to date him, when I am already in the picture.”

You start to sob pathetically, not understanding why your scary ex-classmate is assaulting you verbally and physically, “Ushijima, I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I haven’t spoken to you for years-”

His grip around your throat tightens once more, as he speaks through gritted teeth, “We may not have spoken, but I’ve kept a close eye on you. What happened to you ‘focusing on your career?’ You were such a good, hardworking girl until this point, but now you’re suddenly whoring yourself out to an unimpressive boy. Let me show you who you belong to, (Your Name), because it seems that you’ve forgotten.”

 Smacking at his muscular arms, you try to struggle out of his grip. Wakatoshi’s thick fingers tug at the zipper on the side of your dress, slipping it open with ease. He slides the thin straps off of your shoulders, forcing the straps up over your hands, and sliding the entire garment off of you. You’re left in your unmatching strapless bra and panties. He hums in delight at the sight; this must mean that you weren’t going to open your legs for that boy. 

“You look beautiful,” He releases his grip just enough for you to breathe with ease, before ragdolling you over his muscular thigh. Your cute ass is on display to the olive haired man, his warm palm ghosting over the fat, “It’s a shame that I must put you in your place.”

Without warning, he slams his hand down, all whilst his free one covers your mouth. A scream rips from your throat, only to be muffled by your ex-classmate. Raising his previously used hand, he spanks you once more, the skin on your ass feeling like it’s on fire. 

“I’m going to spank you twenty-five times, don’t try to struggle. If you do, I’ll increase it to fifty,” All you can do is sob in response, causing the large man to continue his assault. The ex-volleyball player doesn’t hold back in the slightest, bruising your ass down to the muscle. By the time he’s finished, your entire body is shaking, face slick with snot and tears. Ushijima can’t help but grow hard at your pain fueled expression. You’re just too cute, “Good. Now, let me reward you for your behaviour.”

You shake your head no, muffled pleas of ‘stop’ just barely heard. Your ex-classmate refuses to acknowledge your words, instead pulling your bruising ass against his hard cock. He unbuttons his trousers, pulling out his long, thick cock. It slaps against your bare stomach, as Ushijima shucks your panties and bra off of your body, exposing you fully to him. Removing his hand from your mouth, you’re finally able to speak as he gropes the fat of your tits, “Please stop! Don’t do this! I’m sorry that I refused you in highschool! Why don’t we go on a date right now? I-if we do that, then we can wait-” 

“Shh, there’s no need to panic. We can go to dinner after this; I’ve waited too long for this,” Long fingers reach down to play with your clit, rubbing and squeezing the bundle of nerves with two fingers. His ring finger dips into your opening, forcing your dry walls open. 

“Ushijima, please-”

“Call me Wakatoshi. We’re dating, afterall,” forcing his finger in and out whilst rubbing your clit, making your walls slick without your consent. 

“Wakatoshi-” He removes his finger from inside of you, before quickly replacing it with the tip of his red, precum slicked cock. Without warning, he slips inside, spearing you open painfully. A loud yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face, “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so bad!” 

He relishes the way your slightly moistened walls knead him, practically sucking him in. He rubs your clit with quick, small circles, trying to help you accommodate his size. This, in turn, allows his wrist to lay against your tummy, feeling the way your tummy distends with his cock. 

“You’re so tight. I always knew you were perfect for me,” He starts to bounce you on his prick, making it feel like your pussy was being ripped from your body. A small scream leaves your lips at the feeling, only for you to be silenced by a heated kiss. Waka’s body curls into your own, forcing you further onto his cock, and making it even harder for you to get off of him. 

He bucks up into you like a mad man, fucking you on his length at top speed. The pain you previously felt slowly turns into pleasure, as the pressure on your clit increases. A few small moans escape your mouth into his, as he swallows them whole. 

Wakatoshi lightly smacks your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. He releases you from the kiss, choosing instead to suck hickies onto your lolling neck. He grunts at the feeling of you tightening with an oncoming orgasm, as he rubs your clit as hard and fast as he can. 

“Cum for me, cum right now. Let your womb swallow my seed, (Your Name), it’s clear that you need my baby to set you straight,” More tears drip down your face as you try to stop yourself from cumming. 

“No! I don’t want a baby!” Waka doesn’t respond, only slapping your clit one last time. A strangled scream erupts from your throat, as you squirt all over him and your light coloured sheets. The force almost knocks him out of you, but he presses you down completely on his cock, allowing him to cum directly against your unprotected cervix. 

Your body shakes with your sobs as you wrap yourself with your arms, and you try to get off of him. Wakatoshi wraps you in a constricting hug, keeping you completely enveloped by his large frame. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, (Your Name). Now, let’s get you home, you clearly can’t be independent. Just rely on me, and I’ll keep you well fed and happy.”

You shake your head no, trying to escape his arms, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, making it virtually impossible for you to escape. 

Grabbing your blanket, he wraps you with it, before standing to his feet. His cock is still inside of you, as he walks out of your house, and towards his parked Kei truck. He opens the door, and slips inside, you still cockwarming him. He sets a hand on your distended, cumfilled belly, and sighs in content. 

“Everything will be alright. Let’s get back to the farm, and I’ll make you a nutritious meal. After all, you need to be strong for our growing baby.” 

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)

𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.

this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section

It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.

“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.

Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.

As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.

With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.

Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.

“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.

“Fuck, it’s locked.”

“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”

You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.

A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.

He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.

Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.

"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"

He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.

“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."

"I—"

"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."

You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."

He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.

"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."

"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."

You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.

"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"

You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.

“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”

He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.

“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.

“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.

“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”

“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.

“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”

This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.

When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”

“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.

“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”

He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.

“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”

"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"

"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”

Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.

“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”

Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.

As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”

He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.

“Huh?” he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.

“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.

“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.

“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”

“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”

“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”

But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.

Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.

He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”

You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.

You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.

He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”

But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.

“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”

It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.

He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.

A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.

He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.

"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.

But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.

You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.

A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."

"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.

"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.

"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."

"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.

"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.

"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.

"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.

The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.

He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”

You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.

“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”

He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.

“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”

He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”

“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”

One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.

“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”

You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.

Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”

“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”

“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.

And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”

With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”

Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”

You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.

“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”

Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.

He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”

[tyongxnct]

𝑏𝑎���𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒

pairing: Mark Lee x reader

special guest: Jaehyun, Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Taeyong, Doyoung, mention of Haechan

summary: Years ago, you were deeply in love with Mark Lee. He’s your first love and you thought he’d be the last. After finding out why he really dated you, he broke up with you and vanished. You were devastated and heartbroken. Now you were at the airport as the maid of honor of your best friend Aera, her wedding’s in Greece and you were flying three days earlier with her, her fiancé Jaehyun and his best man. Little did you know that Mark Lee was Jaehyun’s best man. Feelings you thought you had buried deep inside bloomed again.

song: back to you - Selena Gomez

genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing

word count: 11.7k

A/N: I’m finally done. This is the last fic of my series and I can’t believe that i’m done with this series. This series means so much to me, not only because I love Selena Gomez, but also because of the meaning behind evey story. Thank you for all of your support, thank you for every comment, like, reblog, ask and follow. This is just the beginning. Also thank you for requesting that you want to read a second part to some of my stories, I’ll try to write them in the upcoming month, march. I hope you enjoy. Thanx

taglist: @alex-chann​, @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi​​

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Took you like a shot Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening Let a couple years water down how I'm feeling about you And every time we talk Every single word builds up to this moment And I gotta convince myself I don't want it even though I do

“I have BIG news!” Aera squealed as soon as you opened the door for her. She hugged you tightly and started jumping, you jumped with her even though you had no idea why.

“Why are we jumping around?”

“Greece! I’m getting married in Greece!” she yelled happily, “You know that it’s my dream to get married in Greece and my amazing soon-to-be-husband surprised me with it! Oh god, I  can’t believe I’m marrying Jaehyun in fucking GREECE!”

“Holy shit that’s great! But can we stop jumping I might puke.”

You sat down on your couch with Aera, “We need to start planning, the wedding is in 3 weeks. I’ve sent the invitations right before I came here. We booked a hotel with the best view ever and my wonderful maid of honor aka you are flying with me and Jaehyun a two days earlier, you know, to get stuff done and the others come one day before the wedding, your man too, by the way. I can’t wait for my bachelorette party- but remember, I promised Jaehyun no strippers.” Her eyes sparkled as she talked about her wedding and you started thinking about your own future.

Were you ever going to get married? You want to get married, you really do. But what if you never get the chance to? Your boyfriend hated to talk about commitment and marriage, he said living together and dating was enough, but you never felt the same way. You wanted to get married, you want a ring on your finger, and you wanted to call him your husband, not your boyfriend.

Aera left after a while and you were alone, until you heard the door open with a sigh. “I’m home.”

His voice, no, his existence alone triggered you and without knowing you plugged in your earphones. “I said I’m home Y/n. There she fucking goes again, god I’m not going to deal with you tonight.” And without saying anything after that, he left again. Minho, your boyfriend of two and half years, always left you alone. He never bothered to talk to you about the problems in your relationship and after trying and trying, you were sick of it.

Dating him was almost torture but breaking up with him was also difficult. You were so scared of being alone, of not being loved.

Almost three weeks later, you found yourself at the airport with Jaehyun and Aera. Jaehyun looked at his watch every two minutes and he looked really nervous too. “Where the fuck is he?” he mumbled and Aera kicked his leg. “Ouch?” he hissed in pain. “Sorry baby didn’t mean to kick you that hard.”

“What is going on here? Who are we waiting for?” you asked confused. “You didn’t tell her?” Jaehyun asked his fiancée. Aera shook her head.

“W-Well about that- uhm, there’s one thing I have to tell you, but don’t get too mad,” Aera looked at you nervously, “you, uhm… you remember Mark Lee, right? Please forgive me for not telling you, but- fuck, he’s Jaehyun’s best man. He’s coming with us.” Aera closed her eyes, scared of your reaction.

“You are joking right?” your heart pounded against your chest.

“N-No, I really didn’t know that you didn’t know- a-and you know, Mark’s my oldest friend and yeah, and uhm, fuck he’s coming act natural.” Jaehyun looked at his phone and laughed, even though his screen was dark and Aera laughed with him.

“How the fuck am I supposed to act natural?!” you almost yelled bus as soon as you heard Mark’s little hi, your heart stopped beating.

It’s been almost three years since you heard his voice. Every memory played in your mind like a sad movie, the second he asked you to be his girlfriend to the end of your relationship with him, the moment he broke your heart almost made you cry again, but Aera stepped on your foot and you came back to reality.

“Hi.” You said coldly, his last word replaying in your head over and over again.

Aera and Jaehyun watched you and Mark awkwardly and Mark couldn’t find any words to say, except for, “H-hi.”

“Sooo, now that everyone’s here,” Jaehyun handed you your tickets. “Thanks.” Mark mumbled.

You were about to go on board, you didn’t say a word since Mark came and he was busy talking to Aera and Jaehyun. “Y/n, we’ll see you guys when we land alright?”

“What do you mean?” you asked confused, “We sit together? Right?”

“W-Well about that- we are flying first class, we wanted to spoil ourselves a little- please don’t get angry I’m sorry I am so sorry.” Aera whispered and you felt like you could explode any second like a volcano.

“Y-You mean… you’re telling me I have to sit with him for the next couple hours?! All alone?!” you tried to whisper but it was loud enough for Jaehyun and Mark to hear.

“shh! Just, I don’t know, sleep, or watch a movie or maybe just talk to him like a grown up, please do it for me?” she pouted.

“I’m gonna be wasted when we arrive in Greece.” You couldn’t be angry at her. “As long as you don’t kill him.”

Jaehyun and Aera entered the plane first and left you and Mark alone. “So, how have you been?”

The audacity.

“Good.” You mumbled. How long until you could enter that fucking plane?

“Me too, well, I’d say ok-“

“Look, Mark. I’m doing this for our friends, okay? I’m not interested in your life. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s about the wedding. Did I make myself clear?” maybe you were mean and bitchy, but after everything he had done to you, you didn’t care.

He just nodded and looked down to his feet.

Half an hour later, you were seated on the plane right next to Mark. It’s not your first time flying, but it was Mark’s first time, and he was fucking scared.

“This is captain Lee Taeyong speaking, I’m your pilot for our flight to Mykonos, Greece. My co-pilot for today is Kim Doyoung. Please enjoy your flight.”

After the announcement and the instructions, you were ready to go.

The plane started moving and you could feel Mark tensing up next to you. His grip on the hand rest tightened and his knuckles turned white.

You tried so hard to ignore him, but you couldn’t. You should laugh at him, take pictures of his suffering- but you held his hand and assured it him that it’ll be over.

Mark looked at you and then back at your hands. Your thumb slowly stroked his hand and he stopped thinking about the plane and he could only think about your hand holding his.

You held his hand until you saw the flight attendant walk around.

Mark thanked you but you ignored him.

“Hello, would you like to have some water or coffee?” the flight attendant asked you and Mark.

“Just a water please.” Mark said.

“Do you have something stronger? Wine? Or champagne?”

“Sure ma’am.”

“Alright I’d like to have some champagne.” You smiled and she nodded.

Mark looked at you, eyes a little wide.

Four glasses later, you were a little tipsy.

“I think you had enough-“ Mark tried to stop you from ordering another glass.

“You don’t know anything about me!” you protested.

“Y/n, get some sleep come on-“

“Mind your own business.” You plugged in your Airpods and ignored him. You didn’t want him to interact with you and If you have to stop drinking for him to shut up, you sadly had to.

You closed your eyes and leaned back. You didn’t notice Mark’s eyes on you, watching your pretty features as your chest raised with every breath you took.

Shortly after, you fell asleep.

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

Three years ago

“It was a game. I won and now it’s over.” Mark said coldly as he looked away.

“What do you mean a game? And what is over? Mark, babe, I don’t understand.” Maybe you knew, maybe you tried to hide the fact that you saw it coming. Your relationship was too good to be true.

“I told my friends that I could fuck you within a year, and I did. We’ve been dating for ten months. I won. I can’t believe I waited ten months to fuck you.” He said casually.

“What?”

“Are you deaf? I fucked you and I got a lot of cash in exchange. Now we’re over. As simple as that.”

“You’re joking? Right? You love me, Mark. We love each other. It’s not funny.” Your voice broke.

“I’m not fucking joking,” he showed you the money he got, “Now, please get the fuck out of my apartment. Oh, and take your toothbrush with you.”

You were crying and that annoyed him. “Why are you fucking crying?!”

“M-Mark please don’t do this- I love you. I have never loved anyone like I love you. P-Please tell me you’re lying.” You sobbed.

“You know what, I’m leaving. Leave before I come back.”

Mark didn’t want to leave, but watching you cry and sob hurt him, he would never admit that to you but deep down, he felt something for you. Mark thought ending things with you was better than walking on eggshells. It was a matter of time until you would find out. He didn’t want to risk you finding out from someone else. The least he could do was tell you, face to face.

You loved him, you really loved him so much. He was a perfect boyfriend. There was not a single day you doubt him or your relationship. It hurt, you first ever heartbreak and you didn’t know how to handle the pain.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

After your breakup with Mark, you felt your life slowly falling apart. You were barely present in class and you stopped interacting with your friends. You drowned in self-pity and you fell deeper and deeper. Only Aera was there for you. After so many years of friendship, she always got your back.

“Is the pain ever going to stop?” you asked her between sobs.

“Honey, it’ll take a while, but I promise you, it’ll stop.”

Aera and Jaehyun were dating since first year of college and he told you that he had no idea about his oldest friend’s plan. Jaehyun was happy to see his friend happy- because was happy whenever he was with you. You went on double dates and spent so much time together, Jaehyun really thought that you and Mark were going to end up together.

“I swear I didn’t know. His other friends- that Haechan guy and the others were with him. He never told me because he know that we’re friends.”

“It’s okay, Jae. You’re not as childish as they’re. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

And Jaehyun and Aera never left your side until college was over. During your time thinking about life and finishing college, you met Minho, your current boyfriend. You started dating and you thought he’d help you get over Mark, but he only made you feel worse.

He was a fuckboy, he fucked anyone with tits, and even though you knew it, you still agreed to date him.

Multiple fights and breakups followed, and you always end up at Aera’s or Minho would leave for a couple days.

Whenever you were lonely, and it was the case most of time, you thought about Mark. You missed him, his lips, his touches, the way he laughed and his silly jokes. You missed the way he said I love you and how warm and loved you felt with him.

No matter how hard Mark hurt you, you didn’t regret falling in love with him. You’d do it again and again.

We never got it right Playing and replaying old conversations Overthinking every word and I hate it 'Cause it's not me And what's the point in hiding Everybody knows we got unfinished business And I'll regret it if I didn't say this isn't what it could be

Two days until the wedding

Mark shook you softly and tried to wake you up. “Hey, Y/n. We’re here. Wake up.”

“Just a little longer Markie.” You mumbled in your sleep as you held his hand. When you landed, Mark got scared again and just held your hand without asking you. You were asleep after all.

Mark’s heart was about to explode. He blushed at the nickname. You used to call him Markie every time you were sleepy or acting like a baby to get his attention.

And every fucking time he fell for it and his heart softened. “Okay baby.” This time Mark stroked your hand with his thumb.

About three minutes later, the flight attendant came to wake her. “Sir, ma’am. You need to leave the plane. We landed almost ten minutes ago.”

You slowly woke up and stretched your arms. “What? Oh, sorry.” You stood up, a little too fast. Everything was spinning, Mark held your waist and you fell on his lap.

“Are you sure we landed? Everything’s spinning around.” You held your head, not noticing that you were on Mark’s lap. “Y/n, uhm, could you stand up? But do it slowly this time!” he still held your waist. “What? Oh, shit, sorry.” You stood up, a little slower this time.

“Y/n! Mark! What took you so long? What the hell?” Aera looked strictly but as she saw Mark’s arm around your waist she softened. “S-she’s a little tipsy.” Mark said, cheeks red.

“Of course, she is.”

“Am not! Oh my god, the weather is so good!” your eyes were slightly open but as soon as you saw the sea and the beautiful architecture your smiled brightly. You pushed Mark’s arm off and started unbuttoning your shirt.

Mark’s eyes widened, and Jaehyun turned around, he didn’t want to watch you take off your clothes. Aera’s mouth fell open and Mark kept on watching you. Your tank top under your shirt rose a little and Mark’s eyes travelled to your soft skin. You put your shirt in your handbag and took out your sunglasses.

Mark’s eyes never left your body, his eyes going up to your breasts. He needs to get away from you or he’ll lose his mind.

“You can turn back baby, she’s wearing something underneath.”

“J-Jaehyun maybe we should… you know.” Mark locked eyes with Jaehyun.

“What you mean Mark?” Jaehyun asked cluelessly.

“A car, you know, for the hotel.”

“Oh yeah right. Ladies, don’t move away, we’ll go rent a car.” Jaehyun kissed Aera and then they left.

“I’m going to kill him.” You breathed out after Mark left. “You won’t.” Aera posed next to you as you took selfies together. “I will. I hate him. He acts like nothing happened, like, like he never broke my heart. As if we’re old friends or shit like that.”

“He acts totally shy around you. I think you intimidate him. Did you see how he watched you when you took off your shirt? That idiot was and is so into you.” Aera always thought that Mark loved you, no matter what he did. You don’t date someone for months just for 50 bucks. “He’s a man. As soon as they see tits, they’re on their knees.” You laughed.

“Well, maybe you should let him kneel for you a little longer. I guess he’s into that.” She giggled.

“I can’t believe that you just said that.” You closed your eyes. “Well, Jaehyun’s into that.”

“Jaehyun’s into what?” Jaehyun asked as he heard his name. “Into me of course.”

“That’s why I’m marrying you.” He pulled her in for a kiss- a very steamy and hot kiss. “Hello? Keep it PG-13 please.” You looked at them with disgust in your eyes. Mark awkwardly coughed next to you. “The car is ready.”

You were in the backseat with Mark, he was a little close for your liking. “Your leg is touching mine.” You said. “And?” he asked.

“I don’t like it.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” He said back. “Excuse me?” you said in disbelief.

Jaehyun and Aera locked eyes for a second.

Aera turned the radio louder and it was your song.

“Y/n! Isn’t that your favorite song?!” she yelled through the music. Mark glanced at you. He remembered the song. You had your first kiss with Mark, and that song was playing in the background. You were in his car, just like right now, in the backseat.

“No. It’s not.” You said as you looked out.

“What? But it’s in your Spotify playlist. What was it called? Fav songs? Best songs? His songs? My songs?” she kept on asking and you couldn’t take it anymore. “’Our songs’ but I deleted that because that playlist was stupid. Now, please. Change that songs.”

Mark smiled to himself. You still had the playlist called our songs? Mark and you created that playlist when you were dating and you always listened to it, over thousand times and it never got boring.

“Fine.” She sighed. “No! Don’t change that song. I-it is my favorite song.” Mark said and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Okay.”

“Change it.” You demanded.

“Don’t.” Mark was looking at you too. “Aera, change the song.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Aera I’ll jump out of the car If you change it.” Mark threatened.

“He won, Y/n, sorry. He threatened with his life.”

You didn’t say anything because the song changed. You looked back to your phone, ignoring Mark.

“We’re here.” Jaehyun parked the car and you mouth fell open. The hotel looked stunning. “Holy shit. This place is fucking gorgeous.” Aera said happily. “Only the best for my fiancée.” Jaehyun was fucking cheesy but Aera loved it.

The hotel was not exactly like a hotel. It was more like little white house’s next to each other with a pool and a perfect view. The house was bigger than you thought, many guest rooms, a big room for the couple and a very big room for you and Mark, at the end of the hallway, far away from Jaehyun and Aera’s room.

“If you excuse us for a while, we have things to discuss in our room,” Jaehyun said as he winked at Aera. “But we’ll get dinner together. Don’t go too far, stay in your rooms or go swimming we don’t really care just leave us alone for an hour-“ Aera kicked his leg again. “or three.”

After unpacking your stuff, you decided to go to the pool. You changed to your black two-piece swimsuit and left your room and at the same time Mark opened his door and left his room. He was in his swim trunks and he stopped his movements as soon as he saw you leaving your room.

Mark tried to hide his gaze on your body, but he was quite obvious. “Stop staring.”

���I-I’m not staring.” He looked away.

“Sure.” You made your way outside, to the pool. It was extremely hot, you put your towel on the beach chair next to the pool and sat down, ready to put on some sunscreen. Mark entered the porch and looked at you. You put sunscreen on your legs and didn’t break the eye contact.

You wanted to tease him, provoke him so you put on a show. You slowly pulled the straps of your swimsuit down and slowly put the sunscreen on your neck and shoulders until you reached the upper part of your breasts. You didn’t need to look at Mark, you felt his eyes on your as he put his stuff down next to you.

“Mark?”

“Y-Yes?” he stuttered, his focus on your breasts.

“Could you help me? I can’t reach my back.” You said innocently.

Mark gulped, “Y-yeah I can, uhm, I can do that for you.”

Mark wasn’t the only one watching. You watched him too. You watched him take off his shirt and you couldn’t look away. He looked hot, hotter than before. Did he start working out? He caught you watching him and smirked at you. You threw the sunscreen to him and turned around. You untied the bikini bra but held it against your breasts.

He squeezed a little on his hand and slowly put it on your lower back, slowly massaging it into your skin. You didn’t know If his hands were cold or If the sunscreen was cold, but after he touched you, your entire body shivered. You got goosebumps, you even felt your nipples harden.

“Yes Mark, just like that.” You teased him again.

“Feels good?”

“Mhm…” you moaned.

His face was close to yours, you could feel his breathe against your neck. His hands slowly travelled down, slightly about your ass. “Hands up, Mark.” You pushed his hands up again, you wouldn’t let him touch your ass.

You leaned back, your head was resting on Mark’s shoulder. You were sitting between his legs and you grabbed his thigh after he put a little bit pressure on your back. You weren’t going to lie- it really felt good. Your muscles relaxed, you closed your eyes and just let him touch you.

“You want me to go harder?” he whispered in your ear. “Yes, please go harder on me.” And he did. You squeezed his thigh, your hand travelled higher and higher, “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath and when you stopped, you moved forwards. “That’s enough.”

You tied your bikini bra back up and turned to him. He quickly tried to hide his bulge with a towel. “Are you perhaps turned-on Mark?” you mocked him.

“Your nipples are hard. I guess you are turned-on.”

He was right. You were turned on and your nipples were hard. “No, I’m not. Why would that turn me on? My nipples are hard b-because it’s cold. And stop looking you pervert!” you crossed your arms in front of you and made your way to the pool.

“Cold my ass.” He mumbled.

You slowly entered the pool, step by step. The temperature was good, you hoped your nipples would calm down. You watched Mark enter the pool, he was on the other side looking at you.

“This is my side and that is yours. Stay on your side and don’t bother me.” You told him strictly. Mark nodded and watched you. You just stared at each other and then Mark dove into the water. He swam towards you and when he got out, he was right in front of you, face, and hair wet. Chest rising and falling, eyes on you. Mark was really close, like, really close. You could feel the bulge against your thigh.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Swimming.” He caged you in his arms and pushed your body softly against the wall. He looked at you and the beautiful view of Greece and the ocean he had.

“Swim on your side of the pool.” He was annoying you so much.

“I have a better view from here.” Mark said as he looked you in the eyes. “Fine, you can stay here-“

“Don’t go.” He whispered. “Why? I’m blocking your view.”

“You are the view.”

You didn’t say anything back- you couldn’t. Your heart was beating against your chest, breathing got difficult and you couldn’t calm down. He was so close, you were about to lose your mind.

Mark wasn’t doing any better. You looked ethereal. You looked as beautiful as the first time he had met you. You were even prettier and the way you were so cold to him was kind of hot. Mark thought that his feelings for you died but seeing you after such a long time only made him realize, that his feelings for you got even stronger.

He always asked Jaehyun about you, but Jaehyun punched him and told him to fuck off because he had hurt his girlfriends’ best friend and his own friend, too. In Jaehyun’s eyes, Mark was a great friend, and he would trust him with his life, but after what he had done to you, Mark lost the right to know about your life. Still, Mark tried to find out If you were feeling any better after the breakup. If you were happy without him in your life, but he always failed and reaching out to you would be the worst thing he could do to you.

Mark’s hands were on your waist. He pushed his body against yours and he knew how nervous you were, but two can play this game.

Your hand was on his toned stomach, caressing it softly and then going down. You never broke eye contact and when your hand landed on his crotch, softly squeezing his bulge, he let out a moan. You were bold, you kept on playing with his bulge and Mark’s lips were attacking your neck. He placed soft kisses and started sucking.

“Fuck, Y/n. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.” He moaned as he squeezed your waist slightly. Before you could realize what exactly was happening, your phone rang.

“Ignore it.” Mark mumbled, his lips leaving your skin for a second.

“Mark- no.”

“Please… I’m so close.” He kissed your neck up to your jaw. You wanted to keep doing whatever the fuck you were doing with fucking Mark Lee, but your phone never stopped ringing. “You’re close?”

“Yes baby, so close.”

And you stopped your hand movements immediately. “W-What no please-“ he begged but you pushed him away. “You’re a big boy, right? You don’t need me.” You stepped out of the pool and wrapped the towel around yourself. Mark was painfully hard, and he was about to cum.

You took your phone and looked at the messages you just got. Minho texted you and you realized that you just gave Mark a handjob, even though he didn’t cum, and you totally forgot about Minho’s existence. Not that Minho always had you on his mind.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You said.

Mark looked at you curiously.

You called Minho immediately, not caring If you lost so much money since you called someone abroad.

“What the fuck does that mean?!” you asked angrily.

“I’m busy- I can’t attend the wedding.”

“Busy my ass, fuck you. This is my best friend’s wedding, the least you could do is to come to the wedding and stay next to your fucking girlfriend.” You were so angry, you didn’t care about anything.

Mark didn’t want to listen to your private conversation- and he had to jerk off- but after hearing the word girlfriend, he stopped in his tracks and listened.

“I have so much work and it’s just a wedding- I’ll make it up to you.” Minho said but you were distracted by the voices and music. “A-Are you at the club? You promised you’d never do that again?!”

“I’m with some colleagues-“ he lied.

“It’s fine. I don’t have time for this right now.” You hung up without listening to him any further. You were exhausted, so fucking exhausted. You turned to your left and saw Mark watching you. “Who was that?” he asked.

“None of your business.” You were cold to him again. Mark was about to say something, but you left without giving him the chance.

The only thing on your mind right now was Mark’s lips on your body. You took a hot shower and changed into a pretty sundress, perfect for the hot weather.

Mark was under the shower, after he jerked off, you still didn’t leave his mind. All he could think about was you and the person to whom you were talking.

After an hour, Aera told you to get ready- you were all going out for dinner. You all got ready and left the house. You were in the backseat with Mark again, not exchanging a word with the three, you were in your own world.

When you felt Mark’s hand on your thigh you turned your head to him. “Huh?”

“Burgers? What do you say?” he asked softly and pulled his hand back. “Sure.” You just wanted to drink, you didn’t care about food.

Jaehyun parked next to a restaurant and when you entered, you were all shocked. It was a beautiful restaurant with a terrace and a pretty view. Aera was next to you, Jaehyun across from her and Mark right across from you.

It felt like back then when you were going on actual double dates. “I think I have a déjà vu?” Jaehyun laughed awkwardly. “Ouch!” Mark yelped. “Sorry Mark, I wanted to kick Jaehyun.” Aera said. “Why would you want to kick me?” he asked his girlfriend. “Babe, shut up.” It was so awkward.

Mark looked at you, he knew exactly what Jaehyun was talking about. “Do you guys remember when the waiter pushed Jaehyun’s head into the cake?” Mark laughed at the memory the four of your shared. You didn’t say anything, but the others laughed. “Oh my god that was hilarious. He tasted so delicious.” Aera winked at him. “Okay, well, uhm, I wasn’t talking about that.” Mark scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“My baby likes it when her fiancée tastes like strawberries.” Jaehyun smirked at Aera.

“This is absolutely not something we want to hear, Jesus.” Mark said disgusted.

After finishing dinner, you walked on the beach together. “Hey, babe, what’s on your mind?” Aera pulled you back to talk to you. She knew something was up.

“I just- Minho isn’t coming and I’m not sad about it. Why am I not sad about it?” you asked her. “Thanks god- I mean, I think your brain started working finally. Do you even see a future with him?” she asked you. “No, I don’t b-but I’ll never have future with anyone- I guess I’m just not worth-“

“If you dare to finish that sentence, I’ll push you into the water.” Aera threatened you. “Listen, I know when you are happy, and there was not a single time you were happy in that relationship, not like you were with that dumbass-“ she pointed at Mark, “The last time I saw you truly happy was with him, and I’m not saying go get Mark, I’m saying that Minho isn’t worth it. You are too good for him and there’s someone who loves you so much and who deserved your love and attention. Not that looser.”

And your eyes never left Mark’s back.

Something inside you switched, you don’t need a man next to you to be happy, well definitely not a man like Minho- he wasn’t even a man. After all the tears and fights you finally opened your eyes, and you knew that you deserve better.

“Fuck this shit I’m breaking up with that piece of shit.” And you really did. Aera held your hand as you dialed his number and called him.

“Y/n? It’s fucking 4 am.” Minho said. “Babe-“ you heard in the background, but you didn’t fucking care.

“You know what, I don’t even fucking care. Do whatever you want- thanks god you aren’t coming. I don’t have to make memories with an asshole like you. Go back to your slut. I’ll get my stuff when I’m back. I’m done with you” And you hung up.

You felt better than ever before.

You didn’t feel like crying- you were happy, you wanted to make great memories with your best friend and after so many years, you finally broke up with Minho. You felt free and when you looked to your left, to the stunning view you had, you just smiled.

“I’m so proud of you. You know, there are a couple single friends of Jaehyun coming to the wedding, maybe you’ll get some dick.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Jaehyun’s friends? Are we really sure about that?” you joked, looking at Mark again.

“You are right.”

Meanwhile, Mark and Jaehyun were talking about you.

“Dude, she was talking about someone not attending the wedding and like, she said girlfriend or something, I don’t know- is she… is Y/n dating someone?” Mark asked, he was scared of the answer. He had hope to get you back, but when you were someone else’s, he couldn’t do anything.

“Yeah, Minho. Such a piece of shit, like, he’s worse than you-“

“Hey!”

“Sorry, but like, what you did was an asshole move but he’s like constantly an asshole, I think that’s worse than being a dick just once. He cheats and yells and is so fucking disrespectful, if it weren’t for Y/n I’d kill him and I can’t believe that he’s coming to my wedding, god.”

Mark was shocked, you’re really dating someone like him?

“Why isn’t she leaving him?” he asked Jaehyun. “I don’t really know, they started dating right after you left, maybe she tried to move on with him.”

Mark knew he had hurt you really bad, but you tried to move on that soon? Why did you touch him like that when you have a boyfriend? Why did you let him kiss your neck and be so close?

“Let’s go to the club!” you yelled happily, and Mark turned to you. “Club?” he asked.

“Yes, the fucking club, I want to get wasted!” you sang happily.

And the next stop was a club. After a couple shots (Jaehyun didn’t drink anything except for water, he’s the driver), you and Aera danced on the dancefloor happily together. You felt so alive and excited, you jumped around and Mark couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

The way your dress slightly rose and exposed your beautiful legs. He hoped nobody else was looking at you like he did.

“You’re staring.” Jaehyun said.

“Am not.”

“You’re so fucking obvious, it physically hurts me to see you like this.” Jaehyun patted Mark’s back.

“Do you think she still hates me?” Mark asked. “Well, I would.”

“That’s not helpful.” Mark gulped down another shot. “Alright, I’m sorry. She’s like, pissed, but I don’t think she hates you.”

“Baby! Dance with me!” Aera pulled Jaehyun to the dance floor and he didn’t resist. He had to show everyone that Aera was his girl, his fiancée. Dancing slowly turned into a make out session and not even five minutes later, they left the dancefloor and entered the restroom.

After dancing for so long, you returned back to your table. “What are you doing here all alone?” you asked Mark.

“Drinking.” He drank shot after shot. “Share with me.” You sat down next to him, really close. Your thighs touching and his gaze on your legs made you smirk.

“Let’s play a game. We’ll ask questions and If we don’t want to answer, we take a shot. Okay?”

You nodded, that could get really interesting. You ordered a whole vodka bottle and started the game.

“Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman. Well, okay, I got a question. Did you get to cum today?” you asked boldly. “I did.” He smirked at you.

“Okay, uhm, were you turned on?”

You took a shot, yes you were so turned on, but you wouldn’t say that out loud.

Mark looked you in the eyes, “Do I look hot?”

“So fucking hot.” Mark said without thinking.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked now, you took a shot, which was a pretty obvious answer to him. He put his hand on your thigh. He squeezed slightly. “I never said yes.” You said. “You also never said no. Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“It’s not your turn.” Which meant that you didn’t want him to stop touching you.

After a couple shots, Mark finally asked you the question he was dying to ask.

“Did you miss me?” his face was serious, and he looked you the deep in the eyes. Whenever Mark asked you a question to which you couldn’t say no, you took a shot, just like you did at this question. Mark knew that you had missed him.

“I missed you. So much.” He came closer, nose brushing yours. Mark pressed his lips on the corner of your lips. He slightly pulled back and you looked at you, you weren’t stopping him, so he continued.

The next kiss landed on the tip of your nose and then on the other corner of your lips. Mark squeezed your thigh with a little bit more pressure as he finally placed his lips on yours. Mark kissed you slowly and without realizing it, you kissed him back. You shut your eyes and let him kiss you. He kissed you with so much passion, so much longing and you cupped his cheeks to pull him closer.

His right hand held you by your waist and squeezed it, you gasped, and he put his hot muscle in your mouth. His tongue was playing with yours, he sucked on your lower lip and you could feel yourself getting wetter with every touch and every kiss. You forgot that you were in public, everyone could watch your heavy make-out session with Mark.

“M-Mark-“ you moaned.

“Mhmm…” he didn’t want to stop-

“Mark- there are people around -fuck- us-“ when he started kissing your neck, you lost it.

“Don’t care.” And he kept kissing your skin. “I can’t get enough of you.” He smirked as he left a mark on your skin.

You opened your eyes and saw Jaehyun and Aera coming. You pushed Mark away and acted like you didn’t just have the best kiss of your life.

“We’re done,” Aera giggled, “We should go back, it’s late and we should get sober until tomorrow night. I want to remember my bachelorette party.”

You just nodded, grabbed your purse, and left the club with the others coming after you.

The car ride was awkward. Mark wanted to hold your hand, but you tried to leave as much space as possible between you. Your head was spinning, you wanted him but the voice in your head told you to back off.

Mark was silent the whole ride back and after you left, he could finally breath again.

“The others are coming tomorrow, I trust my best man to take care of them.” Jaehyun and Mark talked on the way back to the house and you tried to ignore the fact that Mark was really walking right next to you.

“Of course, dude. You’re bachelor party is going to be crazy, by the way.” Mark planed something big for Jaehyun.

“No strippers.” Jaehyun warned.

“No strippers for you.” Mark teased even though he was suddenly not interested in seeing women, except for you. You were on his mind and you just didn’t want to leave.

That kind of hurt you.

You accidently locked eyes with Mark, and he wanted to punch himself. “I- I mean I don’t want them either- you know? I swear I didn’t book any strippers.” Mark tried to save himself, but you just rolled your eyes.

“We’re going to have strippers though, Aera.”

“What? Aera, babe, I thought we said no strippers.” Jaehyun pouted.

“I told her! Y/n No strippers!” Aera panicked.

“No strippers for you.” You mocked Mark and he glared at you.

“No strippers and that’s final.” Jaehyun said strictly like a dad, pointing his finger at me.

“I was just joking- don’t worry. No strippers. Promise.”

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

The next day was hectic. Family members and friends finally arrived and you, as the maid of honor, tried your best to be there for them and for Aera. Mark on the other hand just hung out with Jaehyun. The wedding is tomorrow and the bachelor parties are tonight. Aera was a little stressed, even with your help. She was talking with the catering company and you could see how exhausted she was.

“Aera, go take a long relaxing bath, I got this. I have your list and all of the information. Let me manage this, you need to relax and enjoy this. I don’t want you to stress.” You told her.

“You’re right, I trust you with this.”

You did everything you had to do. You were done with the check list and when you were about to go to your room to take a quick nap, a voice interrupted you.

“So, Y/n. Did you get hotter? Or is it just the weather in Greece?”

You turned around and faced Johnny Suh. A close friend of Jaehyun and he was always flirting with you, even when you dated Mark, but it was harmless. He was always nice and kind and you flirted back, just for fun of course and well, you liked making Mark jealous.

“Oh look at you! Long time no see.” You hugged him and the other boys trailing after him. Mark leading the boys and watching you and Johnny flirt right in front of him.

You hugged the others, and they didn’t know how to act, since Mark was glaring at them, which you didn’t notice.

“So Y/n, do you need any help?”  Johnny said, winking at you.

“I’m actually done with everything, I was about to take a nap.”

“A nap? Come on, we’re in Greece. Let’s go to the beach.” Johnny suggested and everyone agreed with him, even Mark.

You thought about it for a second. Going to beach sound perfect, who knows If you ever come to Greece again.

“Alright, I’ll go get my stuff and change.”

You changed to your bikini and a sundress. You packed your back, a couple towels, sunscreen, and your sunglasses. The boys were already waiting for you. Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny and Yuta were the only ones who wanted to go to the beach. Jaehyun was napping and the others wanted to go to the city.

You were sitting between Jungwoo and Mark. Johnny was driving and Yuta took the passenger seat. You pressed your legs together, you didn’t want to touch Mark’s legs. After everything that happened last night, you were scared and you didn’t know what to do. Mark wasn’t doing any better. It was so awkward and if he could, he would kiss you again.

Not even 15 minutes later, you arrived at the beach and it was such a beautiful view.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You said with wide eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” Johnny flirted and you softly hit him on the shoulder, “Shut up.”

Mark tried to ignore Johnny’s flirty behavior, but it was so hard, even back when you and Mark were still dating, he hated it whenever Johnny flirted like that with you. He didn’t even know why, he shouldn’t have cared, he was only dating you for the money, right? But now it was different. Now he cared even more, he wanted you and it drove him crazy that you ignored him all day.

When you settled down right in front of the beach, Yuta and Jungwoo dropped everything and ran straight into the water.

“They didn’t put any sunscreen on.” Johnny mumbled, “Can you help me put some on Y/n?” he asked you.

“Sure.”

Once again, Mark wanted to punch his friend.

The way you put sunscreen on Johnny’s back was quick, you wanted to annoy Mark, you didn’t want him to think that you were really interested in Johnny. Johnny thanked you and asked you if you need help too and when you nodded, Mark remembered when he put sunscreen on your back yesterday.

Mark smirked at the memory, you’re so beautiful and your moans were so pretty and-

Mark’s thoughts were interrupted by you.

“Johnny, you are so strong, it feels so good.”

How could you say that, Mark thought.

“Y/n are you still with that piece of shit?” Johnny asked you as he massaged your back. “No I broke up with him.”

“So you’re single right?”

“Fuck- Yes, single.” You closed your eyes and enjoyed the massage you were getting.

“Hyung, I think Yuta is calling your name.” Mark interrupted.

“I can’t hear anything?” you mumbled.

“For real, he called your name just a second ago, maybe you should go look after him.”

Johnny’s plan worked. Johnny could hear the jealousy in Mark’s voice. Johnny wasn’t really interested in you, yeah you were pretty and you have a great personality, but you were still Mark’s ex-girlfriend and Johnny knew that Mark still liked you, even though he never admitted that.

“Alright, maybe Mark can continue?” Johnny asked you.

“I don’t know… Mark’s not as strong as you are.” You teased.

“I am strong, did you forget about yesterday-“

“Okayyyy.” Johnny laughed awkwardly and left you two.

Mark placed his hands on your back, he softly massaged you. You were laying on your stomach and Mark slowly untangled your bikini straps.

“How is this?” he asked you as he put a little pressure on your back.

“G-Good, so good.”

“You like making me jealous huh?” his hand travelled down but he stopped right before your butt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said innocently even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh baby, you do. You know what I’m talking about,” he put a little bit of pressure on your neck, “I really want to spank you for behaving like a brat.”

“Do it.”

“Don’t play with me.” Mark bend forward and pressed his lips on your bare shoulder. He left wet kisses on your skin and you closed your eyes and let him.

You missed him. You missed Mark so much. You wanted him and he wanted you, but there was still something holding you back.

You got interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

Mark pulled back and when you tried to stand up to reach for your phone, you forgot that your bikini was loose.

“Oh shit-“ you laid back and Mark giggled. He tied your straps back together and you finally answered your phone.

“Hi Aera, yeah we’re at the beach. Everything is done, don’t worry I took care of everything. Yeah be ready at 9 I’m not telling you what I’ve planned. The dress code is red and short. No Jaehyun won’t get jealous because he won’t get to see you until the wedding. Oh, I’m- I’m with Mark right now- would you shut up we’re not-“ you glanced at Mark who was already looking at you, “I’m hanging up now.”

Aera teased you with Mark, she asked you why you were alone with him and if you were doing dirty things with him.

“I’m going to the boys, are you coming?” you asked him softly.

Mark just nodded and trailed after you.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

After your fun beach day, you got ready for the bachelorette party. Aera’s three other friends were also coming and knew about your plan. You booked a limousine and a VIP place in a club, it wasn’t much, but Aera liked it the traditional way.

After changing to a short red dress with thin straps, you put on makeup and you were ready to go. The others were also ready and Aera tried to hide herself.

“Jaehyun can’t see me like this- he’d rip this dress off me, then he would fuck me and then he would burn it.”

“Calm down, Johnny told me that they already left.” You assured her.

“Fine. Fuck I look so hot.” Aera opened her front camera once again and looked at herself.

“Yes you do and now let’s get wasted!!” one of her other friends said.

Driving in a limousine was fun, Aera popped the champagne bottle carefully and after driving around the city for 3 hours and having fun in the limousine, you arrived at the club.

You entered the VIP lounge and the night started perfectly. Everyone was having fun, dancing, and drinking.

Aera secretly texted Jaehyun that she missed him and loved him. She also left for about five minutes just to talk to him in the restroom.

“Where the hell were you?” you asked her.

“I was talking to Jaehyun I’m sorry I’ll turn my phone off now.”

And she did, of course after she texted Jaehyun that she was turning her phone off, she didn’t want him to worry and also have fun.

After that, Aera drank and danced like there was no tomorrow.

You were also having the time of your life, it’s been so long since you danced freely in a club. No, it’s been so long since you had fun at all. When you were with Minho, you never had any fun. It was always about him, his pleasure, his feelings, everything about him. All you could think about was Mark when you were with Minho. No matter how much Mark hurt you, when he was your boyfriend, he was always perfect. He valued you more than Minho ever did. You shouldn’t be thinking about Mark when you were lying next to someone else, but you couldn’t help it.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and your eyes met Mark’s.

“M-Mark? Are you real? Or am I dreaming?” you giggled, you were tipsy.

“I’m real,” he stroked your cheek, “This island is so small, we ended up at the same club.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist. “I was thinking about you the whole day.” you admitted, you were drunk and drunk you always said the truth.

“Me too. Couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Are you drunk?” you asked.

“No, but I’m still telling you the truth. I missed you.”

“I miss-“

“Y/n! Jaehyun is here and he can’t see Aera, it’s almost midnight! It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” Aera’s friend giggled, “and she’s so fucking drunk and I’m so drunk too,” she giggled again.

You sobered up quickly, thanks god you didn’t drink much, there has to be someone sober enough to take care of everyone and you could never forgive yourself if anything happens before the wedding.

“I’ll take her back to the hotel, you guys can stay and have more fun.” You told her and she thanked you and told you to call if anything happens.

Mark followed you, he helped you carry Aera to the taxi.

“I’ll come with you.” Mark said.

“Don’t worry about us. I can take care of us, go have fun with the boys.” You smiled softly.

“No I want to be with you- I mean, I was bored anyway, and tomorrow is the big day, I should have some… sleep.” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

When you arrived at the hotel, Mark helped you carry Aera to your room. She was going to stay with you for tonight, Jaehyun shouldn’t see her before the wedding.

“Sleep tight, tomorrow is going to be your big day.” you said as you tugged her in.

You turned to Mark with a small smile on your face, “Thank you. For helping me with her.”

“Of course. Uhm, do you, only if you want to of course, do you want to drink something with me? In m-my room if that’s okay for you. I mean it’s still early and I’m not really sleepy, you know.” Mark rambled.

“Yeah, sure.” You said shyly.

Mark opened the door and you entered his room. His room was clean and had a perfect view. Even at night, the view was beautiful. The lights in the dark, the moon shining brightly, it looked mesmerizing.

You stood in front of his window and Mark watched you with a smile on his lips to you, the view was everything but to Mark, you were everything. You looked absolutely beautiful to him.

Mark took a couple steps and was now right behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder. You intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him closer to you.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.” He whispered softly against your ear.

You turned around, his arms still around you and his face so close to yours.

“I couldn’t tell you this in the club so I’m going to say it now,” you whispered against his lips, “I missed you too, Mark. I missed you so much.”

And without thinking twice, you both leaned in and kissed.

You closed your eyes immediately and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, he did the same, he pulled you closer by your waist and pressed you against the window.

He kissed you gently and slowly, your heart pounded against your chest and Mark’s heart was racing, too. As if time stopped right there, as if they were never apart. Mark’s right hand was on your jaw, softly pushing your head up to get better access to your mouth, you let out a soft moan, Mark used the opportunity to meet your tongue.

The kiss was perfect, slow but still so passionate.

Mark pulled back, you were breathing heavily and heat rose from your stomach to your chest, a feeling you couldn’t really describe.

He left wet kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw and then your neck. You tilt your head back, Mark sucked on your soft skin as your hands tangled in his hair, lightly pulling.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you just wanted to take off this dress and let Mark fuck you.

“D-Do you want this?” he asked you.

“Yes-“ you whimpered as he sucked on your sensitive spot.

Mark pulled you to his bed, with you on top of him straddling his lap. Your lips connected again, you tried to unbutton his shirt as he grabbed your butt softly and squeezed it.

You almost ripped his shirt, but you didn’t care.

It was your turn to press your lips on his neck.

Mark closed his eyes, the way his crotch met you when you pressed yourself against him, the way your lips kissed his soft skin, leaving pretty marks on Mark.

Mark couldn’t take it anymore. His pants were so tight, it almost hurt. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you. Mark changed positions, he was on top of you now.

“Take this off- please, fuck, take this off now.” He looked for the zipper of your dress and when he finally found it, he wanted to cry.

He took off your dress, and fuck, he was going crazy. You weren’t wearing a bra, only your black panties.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

The way Mark looked at you made you feel so beautiful. You weren’t shy like you used to be, you felt good and you wanted him so bad.

You pulled him up for a short kiss.

Mark took off his pants as fast as he could and he was painfully hard. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. His lips were on your nipple, he sucked on your breast and his hand was playing with the other one. After sucking on your one nipple, his attention was on the other one. “Mark- fuck, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You moaned.

You were so wet and feeling Mark’s cock against your thigh turned you so on.

While playing with your nipples, his one hand found your pussy. He stroked it over your panties, but then his hand travelled in your panties and he started playing with your wet pussy.

“Baby you are so wet. All for me?”

“Yes, yes. So wet for you, Mark.” You closed your eyes tightly. It felt so good to feel his hands on you again.

Even thought Mark wanted to taste you, he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be in you now.

“You can take me, right baby? I need to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me Mark.” You also couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to cum.

Mark took off his boxers and hovered above you. “F-Fuck I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t have a condom? Why?” you asked him.

“Well, I didn’t think that I was going to fuck you here.”

“What if you’d met someone else here?” you asked curiously.

“I’m not interested in someone else. I want you- I always wanted you.” He admitted shyly.

You looked each other in the eyes for a couple seconds, he leaned in and pecked your lips. He pulled back and looked at you again.

“You can fuck me without a condom. I’m on the pill and I haven’t had sex in months,” You can’t even remember the last time Minho fucked you. “And I never fucked without a condom after I had sex with you.”

“Me too. I mean after… after you I haven’t fucked raw.”

“Okay.” You said softly.

“Okay.” He leaned in and pressed his lips on yours.

While kissing you, he slowly pushed his cock in you. You grabbed his biceps tightly, he stretched you, you haven’t been fucked in so long, you got even tighter.

Mark pulled back and looked at you. “You feel so good around me. So, so fucking good. I missed you so much.” With that, Mark pushed his entire length inside of you.

“Fuck-“

He was fucking into you, slowly but hard. You could feel his entire length and he always hit your sweet spot. “Right there- Mark, fuck.”

“I-I want to ride you. Mark, fuck.” You moaned.

Mark turned you, you were now on top of him.

You bounced on his cock up and down, his hands on your waist pushed you down and he thrusted his hips to fuck into you. Your hands were on his shoulder, holding him. Even though you wanted to ride him, he was fucking you hard and good.

“M-Mark I’m gonna cum. Fuck Fuck Mark-“

And then your climax hit you. You collapsed on top of him and he still fucked into you. “Fuck feel so good. Y-you feel so good.” Mark was so close and the way he kept fucking you overstimulated you. You clenched one last time and Mark came inside of you, painting you walls white. He moaned your name as he came and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

Mark wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest. Mark pulled his cock out of you. You could hear his heart beating against his chest.

The night was perfect, after cleaning you up, you were wrapped in his arms once again. You talked about everything that night. Everything you had missed when you were apart.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Sure.”

“Did you ever love him? Minho or whatever his name was.” Mark was jealous, even though you were in his arms.

“No, I don’t think that I’ve ever loved anyone, except for you. I always loved you.”

Mark smiled and kissed your temple.

“Why were you with him? Why didn’t you break up with him? Jaehyun told me that he’s an asshole.”

“After- after you broke up with me, I was… lost. I didn’t know what to do. I felt worthless and just- useless. He made me feel- wanted? I don’t know. I needed someone to forget you and he didn’t care. He never cared about me but he made me believe that he loved me. And that’s all I wanted. I just wanted to be loved.” You whispered the last part. A tear escaped your eye and you were quick enough to wipe it away. But Mark still noticed.

Mark felt bad. He never wanted you to feel this way. You were a dream. You were so perfect and it was his fault that you felt worthless. If anyone was useless, it was Mark.

“It’s my fault a-and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you felt that way, but it’s not true. You are so much more. You are perfect in every possible way. You are more than anyone could ask for. I’ll never forgive myself that I made you feel this way.” Mark teared up and pulled you even closer.

“C-Can I ask you something?” you asked this time.

“Y-Yes.”

“What did you do with the money?” you were always curious about that.          

Mark gulped hard, the memory pained him. “I gave it back.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t take money from a stupid bet, a bet that hurt you. I wasn’t proud of what I did. I wanted to forget that it happened, that I did that to you. I wanted to erase that from my memory. But I couldn’t erase you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you. I loved you back then and I love you now. I never stopped loving you but I was too scared to reach out to you. I thought you hated me and it took me long to realize how much I love you.”

You looked up to him, you didn’t want to cry but your eyes were teary. “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you. I love you so much. There was not a single day without missing you, not a single day without regret eating me alive.”

“S-So you still love?”

“Yes. I love you.” He looked you deep in the eyes.

“I love you too.”

Mark smiled widely. Oh, how he missed hearing that you loved him.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay.” You pecked his lips but that wasn’t enough for Mark. He climbed on top of you and kissed you passionately.

His hand was on your naked thigh, stroking it softly. You were wet and when Mark put his hand on your wet pussy, you moaned.

Mark circled your clit and his tongue played with yours. It felt so good. He slowly put two fingers inside of your cunt and thrusted them in and out. You clenched around his fingers and you could feel your climax coming. Mark added a third finger.

His lips were back on your skin. Mark softly kissed your boobs and sucked on your sensitive nipples.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum?” he asked you between his kisses.

“Yes- I’m so close.”

“Look at me.” His face was close to yours again, and when you looked at him, at his dark doe eyes, you came.

After you calmed down, you glanced at the clock in the room.

“Shit, Mark. It’s almost six in the morning. We need to sleep.”

You talked the whole night and after two orgasms and cuddling, you didn’t notice that it was already this late.

“But I’m hard.” He pouted.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Yes, please baby, please suck me off.” He begged.

You were on the edge of the bed, your face right in front of his hard cock.

You slowly licked from the bottom to his tip. You pumped his cock in your hand a couple times before you put it inside of your mouth. After pumping him, you licked the slit on his tip.

“Babe- don’t tease me.” He whimpered.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything- but just please, do something.”

You put his entire length inside of your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and pumping the part of his dick you couldn’t put inside of your mouth.

You stopped bobbing you head and stared licked his tip again. “Babe- please. Please make me cum.”

Mark was going crazy. He needed to cum, his cock was so sensitive now, he twitched every time you licked or touched him.

“Okay, baby. I teased you enough, I’ll make you cum. You want to cum right?” you kissed his cock and he nodded. “Please. I want to cum on your face.”

You sucked his dick properly this time, he was so sensitive and so close, not even ten seconds later, he came on your face, just like he wanted to.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. That was so fucking good, babe, fuck.” Mark was breathing heavily, the intense orgasm tired him. You cleaned you face, fortunately he only came on your face and inside of your mouth.

You crawled back to him and kissed his lips. “Thank you.” He thanked you. “I love sucking your dick.”

“No, well yeah thank you for that too but I’m thankful for everything. Thank you for forgiving me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

And you fell asleep in his arms.

I'd go back to you I'd go back to you What was there, wasn't sure But I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

Not even three hours later, your alarm clock woke you and Mark up.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You mumbled.

“I don’t want you to leave either. Stay a little longer.” He kissed your shoulder.

“I can’t I have to wake up Aera. It’s her big day, it needs to be perfect.”

“Everything you do is perfect.” Mark flirted.

“Shut up, I’ll see you later okay? Thank you for last night.”

“I love you.” He leaned down and kissed you. After kissing for two minutes to pulled back again. “I have to go.”

“Just five more minutes.”

Almost thirty minutes later, you tiptoed to your bedroom. Aera was wide awake playing with her phone when she saw you.

“Where the fuck were you and why are- oh my god.” Aera understood immediately. “You bitch fucked Mark didn’t you.”

“Yes, and now shut up and get ready for your wedding day!”

“I know I know, but like, I’m happy if you are happy. Are you happy?” she asked you worriedly.

“Yes. I’ve never been happier I think.” You smiled. You were really happy and so in love with Mark.

“Then I’m happy.”

Hours later, you found yourself in your maid of honor dress, looking absolutely gorgeous. Mark was helping you with everything. With the catering company, the guests and everything else that needed to be taken care of.

Mark stole kisses from you here and there and now he pulled you back to his bedroom and kissed you intensely.

“You look so stunning- I can’t stop staring at you. I love you, pretty girl.” He kissed you again.

“M-Mark fuck, you look so hot and I really want to fuck you, b-but, fuck we can’t.” you closed your eyes and let him kiss your neck.

“Okay, okay. I’m trying to stay calm, but fuck, you look so good I want to rip that dress off.”

“We’ll have the whole night. Let’s go back, people are going to get suspicious.”

When you went back, you met Johnny and Yuta on your way.

“Where are you two coming from?” Yuta asked.

“My bedroom- ouch.” You kicked Mark’s leg.

“What were you doing in your bedroom?” Johnny asked amused. “Do you want me to show you?” Mark asked with a smirk.

“Mark? What the f-“ and then Mark pulled you in and kissed you fully on the lips.

He could finally show Johnny that you belonged to him, that you always belonged to him.

“Well I guess we saw that coming.” Yuta laughed with Johnny. The two left and you were still kissing.

“Ew! He is eating her Mommy!” you heard a little girl scream.

You pulled away immediately and apologized.

Mark laughed his ass off as he walked you to Aera’s dressing room. “I’m going to eat you tonight. But not your mouth. I’m going to eat your cunt.”

“I can’t wait. I’ll see you at the ceremony alright? I need to stay with Aera now.”

“Okay baby.” He kissed you goodbye.

The wedding ceremony ended so quickly, next thing you knew you were in Mark’s arms slow dancing. Aera and Jaehyun’s wedding was truly beautiful. Everything went smoothly and you were finally resting in the arms of your lover.

Aera and Jaehyun were also slow dancing and smiling happily. Not only because it was the most important night of their lives- also because their best friends were finally happy together.

“Y/n?” Mark said your name softly.

“Mhm?” you hummed with closed eyes.

“I’m really sorry that I put you trough all of that, and I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize my real feelings for you. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my entire life and I’m going to do everything I can to keep you in my arms. I don’t want to see sad ever again. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

You promised yourself you weren’t going to cry that night, but a couple tears still escaped.

“You know, I was hurt but I healed and I’m more than ready to do this with you again. It was you. My heart always longed for you, and I don’t think that there could be anyone I would love as much as I love you. You could break my heart thousand times, I would go back to you over and over again.” You looked up to him, he could see the love you felt for him in your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” And with that, Mark pressed his lips on yours and kissed you with so much love and adoration.

I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you

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Recommended NCT Angst Drabbles/Scenarios/Series of November 2021💔

Just a small compilations of some of my favorite NCT Angst Drabbles/Scenarios/Series that I have read so far and would absolutely love to recommend to others! (and because like i gotta let my tears out sometimes)

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅ completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

DRABBLES  ↓

Secrets || @writemekpop 💔✅

↳ Being in a long distance relationship is hard, especially when there are other temptations…

Stay || @athenathesharkwrites 💔✅

↳ A48— “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

Day 12 || @johnsamericano​ 💕💔✅

↳ You met on a rainy night at a hidden bar in a dark alley of Itaewon. Your encounter seemed like a pure coincidence, a kind gesture of the universe. But when you meet for the second time, it feels as if you were meant to be.

Make You Feel My Love || @pinkkyu 💔✅

↳ (a part of the press play series)

The Best Boyfriend Ever || @tinysushimark 💔✅

↳ no summary

SCENARIOS  ↓

Act Like You Love Me || @jenosdaemi 🔞💕💔✅

↳ How could he live knowing that he will not hear his name from you anymore? How is he going to make it without you? Is he ever going to find someone who could love him as much as you did? But among all the questions running in Taeyong’s mind, one stood out the most. Does he love you enough to let you go?

Memories || @jenosdaemi 💕💔✅

↳ A perfect love story and a perfect relationship that many people envied. You and Jaehyun shared a love that is so pure it leaves no space for hate and anger. But read it again, there is no perfect love story, is there? (Alt Ending) (did i let a tear drop? yes, yes i did)

Everything We Can’t Forget || @anashins 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ When a heartbreaking tragedy strikes your relationship, an icy exterior frosts around your heart and your boyfriend is the main victim of the cold. In times of pain, it’s easier to push people away instead of letting them tear down your walls - until one day, they give up trying. But Jaehyun isn’t one of these people.

A Cherry Tied With The Tongue || @dropsofletters​ 💕💔✅💯💯

↳ there are complicated things that na jaemin will never understand or achieve: math, downing two bottles of beer at the same time, writing a good song and her, the synchronized swimmer in campus that he can’t stand.but he continues with his life as if nothing happened; as if her smile wasn’t the rarest thing in this universe or her words didn’t get to his last nerve, until the verse she had written for her crush ended up being his first hit.jaemin planned to keep it a secret, but apparently, he can’t hide anything from his biggest enemy and now, he’s not sure how he will be able to one, get another hit and two, get along well with his songwriter that did not even agree to be his songwriter on the first place.tying a cherry with his tongue is way easier than getting along well with her.

Beneath The Skin || @chicksung 💔✅💯

↳ Chenle’s only purpose was to blend into society, never to stand out and certainly not to be wrapped up in a mystery, but life has a strange way of bringing people together, even if it pulls others apart.

SERIES  ↓

Nevermind, Let’s Break Up || @ppangjae💕💔🔄💯

↳ Summer flings are summer flings. But not you and Jaehyun. The both of you have a 3-month relationship contract that renews every summer. When summer ends, your contract is terminated until next summer. But what if one summer, Jaehyun comes up to the cottage with a new girlfriend?

Do check out all of the other NCT Angst Drabbles/Scenarios/Series that I have reblogged on my blog as well!!!

** if there’s any fic that you guys could recommend me to read, i would love to get some recommendations! im slowly running out of fics to read. **