#charlie x megan

[godzillawillsaveus]

Nicholas Alexander Chavez and Micaela Diamond in Grotesquerie

S1 Ep2 "True Crime Catholics"

[diorchids]

your purity is precious ! charlie mayhew.

father charlie mayhew who just can’t keep his filthy hands off you during private bible study lessons.

you’re sat on his lap. you two are just that close, there’s nothing abnormal about this. “father, you—you know a lot about this stuff,” you say, his fingers trailing toward your poor cunt, all wet and puffy under your panties. practically begging to be touched. “y-you’re very smart, father.” just give in, what’s so hard about it?

but you can’t.

his other one squeezes and kneads your soft, shapely breasts, fitting ever so perfectly in his rough and calloused hand. “you know,” he sighs in your ear, bulge pushing up against your plush ass, “your father never mentioned how beautiful you were, did he?” you hesitantly shake your head as he hooks his finger onto your panties and pulls them to the side. 

your lips part with a soft gasp as he drags his finger up your warmth, slickness spreading across your delicate parts. 

he leaned in closer, lowering his voice even more. “have you given your innocence away yet?” his breath was hot on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

the question catches you off guard, of course, you haven’t, that’d be disgusting. no man would ever look at—let alone marry a woman without her virginity, especially in your town.

“no, father, i—i’m waiting until marriage. i’m still pure,” you whisper.

he groans and softly pushes up against your ass. so pure, you are. you follow the word.

you’re clean.

“good girl, keep it that way. your purity is precious. remember that.” he says in your ear, breath still warm against your skin, making you softly grind down on his fingers. 

“i will,” you repeat in your head, that saying. my purity is precious, my purity is precious, my purity is precious.

his thick middle finger circles your tight hole before slipping in slowly, you wince and bite your full lip, stifling a loud cry. he grins sadistically. a small amount of blood coats his finger, he runs his tongue over his lip in response. 

“and you haven’t,” he pushes his finger in more, focusing on that spongy spot within, “touched yourself?” he felt a stirring in his pants, his thick cock straining against his slacks, begging to be let out.

you tell him you haven’t; it’s mostly true. though one time you got a bit carried away with your pillow.

his grin widened mischievously. "you mean to tell me that beautiful, untouched body of yours is... a virgin in every sense?" his hand on your breast slowly started to caress it again, his touch gentle yet so… perverse.

it’s like he was hungry.

“yes, f-father.” your legs trembled slightly as he dug deep inside of your warm, inviting hole, so soft and tight. the priests' voice grew husky as he spoke, "you know, my child... when i was your age, i couldn't keep my hands off myself. i'd touch myself every chance i got, in the shower, under the desk at school... sometimes even at church."

he speaks as if he doesn’t still touch himself every single night. 

his finger curls inside you, and an involuntary whine escapes your lips. your clit felt all fuzzy, and your tummy tightened as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth on his finger, blood prickling on your lip from the pressure of your teeth.

“that’s it. riiight there, take it all, my child. make yourself feel good,” his voice completely shifted, so smooth and still so low. 

he pulled out of you quickly, bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth and sucking them disgustingly. his eyes rolled back while he did, and you felt his fat cock throb through his pants as he tasted your sweet nectar, with a hint of a metallic taste. your virgin blood.

his focus slowly turned back to you, and he slipped his finger back in without a word, just groans and sighs filling the room. “my child, you—you are… the most precious thing,” your cunt tightens around his finger, telling him you were inching closer to release.

the feeling in your puffy, red clit was so overwhelming, heat reaching every part of your body in a matter of seconds. another hand comes and touches it, rubbing and pushing down on it as tears begin brimming your eyes while you cry loudly, legs shaking uncontrollably at this point. 

your vision began to blur as you felt your tummy release the knot it’d been tightening since he’d started touching you. “oh, father! i can’t—i…” you went numb completely, thrashing as your sticky juices flowed out of your, now, used hole. your moans were obnoxiously loud, you’d let go all over your poor priest.

he didn’t stop there though, rubbing and bucking his hips against your soft ass until he gets what he’s been wanting for ages. he pushes his hips up against you one more time before whimpering softly and groaning, breathing warmly against you. 

you both sat there for a minute, dazed and coming to your senses before he urged you to make yourself decent and ushered you out of his room, leaving you with familiar words. 

“your purity is so precious, my child.”

[pascaloverx]

HAUNTED

Summary: You awaken from a two-year coma to find that Detective Lois has been eagerly awaiting your recovery, believing you might have witnessed something crucial to catching a serial killer. What you didn’t expect is to learn that she suspects your doctor of being the murderer—and even more shockingly, it appears that you are married to him. Now, you must uncover your lost memories and find out who Charlie Mayhew truly is to you.

Author's Note: Yes, I'm writing another fanfic featuring Nicholas Alexander Chavez’s character from Grotesquerie. The characters belong to the universe created by Ryan Murphy in the series Grotesquerie (2024). This fanfic will include violence, strong language, and adult content. It will portray the character Charlie Mayhew as a doctor. I hope you enjoy the fanfic, but there's nothing certain about its future. If there's no interest, unfortunately, I will be abandoning the idea.

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© credits for the owners of the pictures used. they don't belong to me. credit is not mine for the pictures.

PREVIEW

Strange noises surround you, and the brightness stings your eyes, but you want to wake up. In the distance, you hear a woman shouting for a nurse to come help. Is she a relative? A friend? You wish you knew. You feel connected to machines, surrounded by tubes, which nearly makes you gag. “Don’t pull on any of the wires attached to you. A nurse will be here to help you. My name is Lois Tryon. Detective Lois Tryon.” The woman speaks, trying to sound gentle but coming off as forced. She smells of cigarettes and alcohol. You remain silent, motionless. You don’t want to die—even though you don’t even know who you are.

"How long have I been here, Detective Tryon?" you murmur with some difficulty. There might be other important questions, but right now, this is the only one you need answered.

"About two years," she says, sounding almost excited about your recovery. A medical team enters your hospital room, adjusting and checking your body as if you were a doll—a sensation that’s starting to make you feel nauseous. The detective vanishes amidst the medical team as they check your reflexes, vital signs, temperature, and run several other clinical tests that will apparently tell them how you’ve woken up and if you’re truly all right.

Everything felt so secretive, with nurses whispering as if you couldn’t hear them. Two doctors were even debating whether they should tell you something or not. They decided to wait for Dr. Mayhew, whoever he might be. After a while, you drifted off to sleep, still waiting for them to explain what was going on. You had the same dream as before—a strikingly attractive man dressed as a priest making you kneel, asking for forgiveness for some unnamed sin. What stood out was how he always touched your face gently, saying that if you truly sought forgiveness for what you had done, you would have to accept your punishment. Then you would start taking off your clothes for him. The man dressed as a priest would then put you between his legs and spank you. He used to ask if you would be a good girl for him, and when you answered; he would whisper to you to take responsibility for what you did. And then you found yourself surrounded by blood and corpses, like a nightmare.

This time, you opened your eyes, letting out an almost desperate cry. There are fewer tubes attached to you, fewer wires surrounding you. There’s also a doctor—a different one from those who tended to you before. He’s lying back, asleep in a chair that doesn’t look at all comfortable. You wonder if it’s common for doctors to fall asleep beside their patients or if you’re getting special treatment due to the time you’ve been unconscious. The doctor is strikingly handsome. He looks exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and his breathing deep and steady. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t wake at your cry.

You try to get up, nearly falling back at the sudden motion, but on the second attempt, you manage with some difficulty. Unsteady, you grab one of the spare blankets at the foot of your hospital bed and gently drape it over him. But there’s something peculiar—you feel as if you’ve seen him before. You move closer, laying your fingers lightly on the warm skin of his hand. His hair falls messily over his face, obscuring your view. Then you recognize him: the slightly wicked priest from your dreams, too alluring to be a saint, who meted out your penance. Yet something within you stirs, as if he holds a deeper meaning, something that seduces and captivates you. You touch the scar on his forehead, feeling a surge of electricity ripple through your body.

Then he grasps your hand, pulling you down onto his lap, where you land anyway. You’re silent for a moment, staring at him. “You used to brush my hair away from my face whenever you wanted to tell me something embarrassing,” he says, his voice close to yours, a sly smile playing on his lips as he settles you in his lap. “You’d say that if you focused on my scar, you wouldn’t feel so shy talking to me.” You’re surprised, but you don’t move. Something about being close to him feels familiar, leaving your body unresponsive in his presence.

“I imagine you don’t speak like that to all your patients, Doctor…” you say, trying to keep a serious tone as you study the face of the man whose lap you’re seated on. He chuckles, clearly amused. “Dr. Mayhew to some, Charlie to others. But to you, I’m husband.”

The words startle you, and you jump off his lap, steadying yourself on the hospital bed. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you ask, bewildered. You’re married?

“I know this might be difficult to understand, but we are married. Don’t feel pressured to remember—it’s all right…” he murmurs, rising from the chair and moving toward you. His calm tone, almost as if he’s trying to make you feel safe, is surprisingly comforting. Your gaze falls to his hands as they reach out to you, but you instinctively move to the opposite side of the bed.

“I’m sorry, but there must be some mistake. You can’t be married to me. Your face looks like it stepped right out of a magazine. I can barely believe you’re a doctor, let alone my husband. If this is a joke, know that it’s unfair to mock someone who doesn’t even know her own name,” you say, sounding slightly indignant. But honestly, what are the odds he’s really your husband?

Dr. Mayhew laughs, a sound both frustrated and enchanted. He runs a hand through his hair as if searching for patience. “It’s funny you’d say that. When we first met, you called me a ‘Ken wannabe.’ Later, you swore you hadn’t fallen for me because of my looks. When you remember that, I’ll be sure to remind you of it,” he says, his gaze deep and searching, as if his eyes are speaking more than his words.

“If you’re my husband, then tell me something only you would know about me!” you exclaim before he can come any closer. Your hands are trembling—whether from the intensity of his stare or some other reason, you’re not sure.

"You like to fuck when you're stressed, usually you prefer me to fuck you from behind but when you're pissed off, you bounce on me like there's no tomorrow. You don't like to feel pressure so I personally think you married me not because I'm handsome but because I let you be in charge. When I asked you to marry me, you broke up with me. You thought I was rushing things, and you couldn't stand the idea of not being able to give me children. You had two cats when you were younger and you named them 'Beelzebub' and 'Crowley' because your mother was very religious and you never liked her." He seems sincere, even if he's embarrassing you on purpose. It's obvious from the way he talks about your sex life, which you can't even confirm.

“Hold on, Doctor. We both know the sexual details were unnecessary. If I can’t remember other parts of my life, am I really going to remember what our… sex life was like?” you say, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Your hands are beginning to sweat, but you don’t break eye contact with Dr. Mayhew.

“Actually, of all the details I’ve shared, those are the only ones we can test right now,” he says, closing in on you with surprising speed. His gaze is fixed on you, predatory and intent, as though you’re his prey. Strangely, you feel no embarrassment—just a stirring curiosity to uncover this for yourself.

“Do you often suggest casually sleeping with your patients? We are in your workplace, after all,” you say, feigning reprimand, though part of you wonders if he’s ever done this here before.

“I only suggest it to those who are married to me. And honestly,” he says, drawing closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper, “we’ve done far worse in both our workplaces.” He nods between himself and you, hinting at shared memories. There’s a tension in the air, something almost tangible. You swallow hard, unsure why his closeness doesn’t make you uncomfortable—but rather feels strangely familiar.

“You sound extremely dangerous saying things like that,” you murmur, holding Dr. Mayhew’s gaze as if daring him. For a moment, you think he might close the distance and kiss you—a thought that leaves you unsettled. How should you respond? You’re not even sure if you believe he’s really your husband.

“You were always one to take risks; has amnesia made you forget your true nature?” His fingers trace lightly along your arm, his gaze heavy with desire. He clearly wants you, yet that alone proves nothing. Whoever you once were, in this moment, you feel as though you’re standing bare before him.

"I hope I’m not interrupting the happy couple, but I heard Mrs. Mayhew was awake. I thought I’d finally come to speak with my most anticipated witness. I’ve waited two years for this conversation,” Detective Lois Tryon stands in the doorway of your hospital room, a victorious smile on her face. Dr. Mayhew doesn’t look pleased to see her there. They exchange a tense look, while you remain close to him, caught between their silent standoff.

“I don’t believe it’s appropriate to question my wife mere hours after she’s woken from a two-year coma,” Dr. Mayhew says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “I’m sure you’re aware of her memory issues, Detective Tryon. It would be courteous of you to give her a moment to adjust.” You’re taken aback but stay pressed against his well-defined frame, momentarily wondering if he’s a doctor or a bodybuilder.

“It’s no surprise you don’t think it’s appropriate for me to question your wife,” Detective Tryon replies, her tone laced with sharpness. “I would have to reveal to her that her husband is a primary suspect in a series of murders. That he’s so determined to evade justice he might’ve orchestrated the accident that left her comatose. And that he’s been having an affair with the lead investigator of this case—while she’s been unconscious.” Mayhew tenses, a flicker of fury crossing his face as he grips your waist tighter. You watch as his features contort slightly, weighing the situation. You can’t help but wonder if you’re witnessing an innocent man being falsely accused or a guilty man feeling the noose tighten. For some reason, this only heightens your intrigue in him.

[strangerathecinema]

i love poppy and ian so much. they’re platonic. they’re romantic. they’re something more than both of those things combined. they can’t stand each other. they can’t live without each other. they’ve been divorced 18 times. they were never married in the first place. they always somehow crawl back to one another. they hate it. they love it. they can’t figure out how to admit it. they’re chaotic best friends. they’re toxically queerplatonic. they’re messily in love. they’re the only ones who truly understand each other. they’re the fucking worst.

[my-shipping-knows-no-bounds]

WE ARE SO BAAAAACK!

[lottiesprophecy]

father charlie does not play about sister megan and i have no other choice but to be obsessed about it

[niteskysx]

Just a PSA that I WOULD like to be tagged in every single Father Charlie/Charlie Mayhew fic. (Nicholas and Cooper fics too *giggles and kicks her feet* GIVE ALL OF THEM TO MEE) Tyvm 🙏🤍

[finnl3t]

“Confession”

Grotesquerie was actually made for me omg ily father charlie ILYYYYY SISTER MEGAN

[maydayautumn]

She was in his peripheral vision as she walked down the aisle towards an empty spot in the pews. His eyes sweep over the crowd but he could not resist glancing at her when she kneeled down next to the seats before sitting down, knowing the action would briefly reveal her stockinged thighs.

That’s when he saw it.

The silhouette of a strap-on under her skirt.

---

Father Charlie gets introspective, and then he gets pegged.

[local-lover-boy]

Cool song lyrics to use as insta captions (will be marked off as I use them)

-"Self made, self paid, how dare you speak my name" -Ashnikko

-"Pressed, stressed, obsessed, I got 'em" -Megan Thee Stallion

-"Better count your blessings, I've got humour, I've got a knife too" -Ashnikko

-"I ignite" - Ashnikko

-"Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimating me" -Ashnikko

-"Love it when you call me crazy, as long as you keep calling baby" -Megan Thee Stallion

-"Can't take it back once it's been set in motion" -Billie Eilish

-"And now I have the power to bathe all of you in entertaining fire" -Alastor

-"I know that you obsess" - Lil Mariko

-"Did I break your heart?" -Billie Eilish

-"Bet you wanna" -BLACKPINK & Cardi B

-"You'll remember me" -Kim Petras

-"I would be the one to eliminate you, weedkiller" -Ashnikko

-"I make moves in silence" -Megan Thee Stallion

-"I'm a hot girl and we come in different flavours" -Charli XCX

-"I wish you really would cause I know I really will" -CJ The X

-"I still want the world" -CJ The X

-"I do not stack racks, I rack up kills" -CJ The X

-"You inspired by me, let the black ink bleed" -CJ The X

-"You were talking business, aiming with your weapon, I was on your hit list, I felt the compression" -100 gecs

-"If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too" -100 gecs

-"You won't find me twice this much I promise" -Kali Uchis

-"It's not too late to admit you love me" -Kali Uchis

-"Praying for my downfall, many have tried" -BLACKPINK

-"I will see you in the end" -Hatsune Miku & Anamanaguchi

-"So bathe me in your magic light" -Hatsune Miku & Anamanaguchi

-"You found me here inside a dream, walk through the fire straight to me" -Hatsune Miku & Anamanaguchi

-"You want a show, I'll be your host" -Alastor

-"Ah, Ah, you're obsessed" -Kali Uchis

-"You may have fooled them but not me" -Kali Uchis

-"But when it's all said and done, your soul is mine to haunt" -Alastor

-"You signed your name, such a shame, got yourself to blame" -Alastor

-"I'm the baddest bad habit yeah, yeah" -Lolo Zouaï

-"Here's what we're not gonna do, take you back from your exile, won't get in my head tonight" -stef

-"No staying home reading texts" -stef

-"Feelings are a passing, never know a bad thing til it dies" -stef

-"You know now everyone hates me a whole bunch, just because I made you cry a little bit at lunch" -Be Your Own Pet

-"But I don't feel bad, cause they don't know what we had!" -Be Your Own Pet

-"Now I'm going, to juvie, for teenage homicide" -Be Your Own Pet

-"Waste away with me" -Foo Fighters

-"When you become untouchable you're unable to touch" -The Living Tombstone

-"Screaming, the water, is melting my skin away" -bugsy

-"I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional" -MISSIO

-"I'm visceral, reloadable" -MISSIO

-"Heaven ain't close in a place like this" -The Killers

-"It's not confidential, I've got potential" -The Killers

-"Shut up and do something" -awfultune

-"I will not release my grip until I receive my blessing" -The Buttress

-"Heaven don't exist without me there" -Alexis Monroe

[1000-year-old-virgin]

235 Best Songs of 2024

Jennifer Lopez ft. Latto - Can’t Get Enough (Remix)

X Ambassadors - No Strings

Rachel Chinouriri - Never Needed Me

IVE ft. Saweetie - All Night

VCHA - Girls of the Year

Tyga - Sensei

Camylio - High High High

Kučka - One More Night

Dua Lipa - Training Season

Artemas - Shall We Celebrate

Artemas - Ur So Special

Artemas - Too Slow

Kaliii - Bozo

Flyanna Boss - Yeaaaa

Aqyila - Bloom

Charlotte Lawrence - I Don't Wanna Dance

Charli XCX - Von Dutch

Conan Gray - Alley Rose

girl in red - Too Much

Ariana Grande - We Can't Be Friends (Wait For Your Love)

Ariana Grande ft. Troye Sivan - Supernatural (Remix)

David Hugo - Strawberry Ice Cream

Allison Ponthier - Skin

Miley Cyrus - Doctor

Flo Milli ft. SZA & Cardi B - Never Lose Me (Remix)

Halle - In Your Hands

SIA & Kylie Minogue - Dance Alone

Girli - Crush Me Up

Charli XCX ft. Addison Rae & A. G. Cook – The Von Dutch (Remix)

Flo Milli - Clap Sum

Doechii ft. JT - Alter Ego

Justice & Miguel - Saturnine

Benicio Bryant - Regina

Kiesza - I Go Dance

Inayah - Hot Sauce

Flo Milli - Tell Me What You Want

Amelia Moore ft. Timabland - Back To Him

Amelia Moore - Naked

Sasha Alex Sloan - Glad You Did

CXLOE - SHAPESHIFTER

Dylan - Perfect Revenge

Catty - Healing Out Of Spite

Amaarae ft. Aliyah's Interlude - Angels in Tibet (Remix)

Renni Rucci - Love You More

Tinashe - Nasty

Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

Wafia - Background

Lucky Daye - HERicane

Boys World - Caught In Your Love

Flowerovlove - Boys

Conor Matthews - Burn My Bed

Leaf - Picky

BIBI & Jackson Wang - Feeling Lucky

Lay Bankz - Tell Ur Girlfriend

Rachel Chinouriri - Dumb Bitch Juice

JT - Okay

Rini - Miracle

Dua Lipa - Falling Forever

Dua Lipa - Happy For You

Dua Lipa - Anything For Love

Charli XCX - 360

Stray Kids ft. Charlie Puth - Lose My Breath

Jai Waetford - Touch

Lady London - Brand New

Jeremy Pope - U Lost

JT, Petey Pablo & Plies - Sideways Freek-A-Leek (jaybeatz - HVLM)

Jessica Baio - SLOW DOWN

Bazzi - FU

Normani - Candy Paint

Becky Hill - Lonely Again

Becky Hill - Never Be Alone

Becky Hill - Multiply

Max - Pinkberry

HRVY - Party In My Head

Artemas - I Like The Way You Kiss Me

Madison Beer - Make You Mine

Snow Wife - Wet Dream

Chrissy Chlapecka - Girlie Pop

Normani - Still

Kendra Jae - TTB (Top Tier B!tch)

Normani - All Yours

Normani - Lights On

Normani - Insomnia

Normani ft. Gunna - 1:59

Normani - Distance

Normani ft. James Blake - Tantrums

Normani - Little Secrets

BRONZE AVERY, Lilyisthatyou - Tiny Purse, Tiny Top

JORDY - Sex With Myself

Ice Spice - Phat Butt

Glorilla - TGIF

Dua Lipa - Whatcha Doing

UPSAHL - Summer so Hot

GloRilla ft. Megan Thee Stallion & Cardi B - Wanna Be (Remix)

Bree Runway - 2BADGYALZ

Bradley Gibson - NO ILYS

Bradley Gibson - Ain't That Easy

Flo Milli - Lay Up

Sasha Keable ft. DESTIN CONRAD - Auction

Camper ft. Ari Lennox & Jeremih - War

Coldplay - feelslikeimfallinginlove

Billie Eilish - Birds Of A Feather

Alexander 23 - American Boy

Ariana Grande - The Boy Is Mine

Beach Weather - Hottest Summer on Record

Tate McRae - 2 Hands

Tink - Bless Me Don't Stress Me

Halsey - The End

Ravyn Lenae - Love Me Not

Alison Goldfrapp - I Wanna Be Loved (Just A Little Better)

Griff - Anything

Griff - Hiding Alone

Lykke Li - Ring of Fire

Jordan Adetunji ft. Kehlani - KEHLANI (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Billie Eilish - Guess (Remix)

Rachel Bochner - Groupie

Jessie Murph ft. Teddy Swims - Dirty

John Duff - Be Your Girl

Ravyn Lenae ft. Childish Gambino - One Wish

Ravyn Lenae - Bad Idea

Erika Jayne - Bounce

Kylie Minogue ft. Bebe Rexha & Tove Lo - My Oh My

Tinashe - No Broke Boys

Tinashe - Cross That Line

Tinashe - Thirsty

Meghan Trainor - Make A Move

Isabel LaRosa - Pretty Boy

Frost Children ft. Danny Brown - Shake It Like A

Kimbra - Back To You

Kimbra - Tethers

Katie Gavin - Casual Drug Use

Isaia Huron - Aisha Potter

Ice Spice ft. Travis Scott - Oh Shhh…

Flo Milli - Understand

Charli XCX - Club Classics

Charli XCX - Sympathy is a Knife

Charli XCX ft. Lorde - Girl, So Confusing (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Ariana Grande - Sympathy is a Knife (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Troye Sivan - Talk Talk (Remix)

Charli XCX - Apple

Charli XCX - B2b

Charli XCX ft. Kesha - Spring Breakers (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Shygirl - 365 (Remix)

Charli XCX - Mean Girls

Latto - Settle Down

Latto ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Squeeze

Sasha Alex Sloan - Me Again

Sabrina Carpenter - Taste

Sabrina Carpenter - Good Graces

Sabrina Carpenter - Juno

GRACEY - Delirium

Megan Thee Stallion - HISS

Mallrat - Ray of Light

Ayelle x Tamaraebi - Presence

Halle - Because I Love You

Robin Thicke & DreamDoll - I Know What To Do (IKWTD) [Remix]

Katy Perry ft. JID - Artificial

Katy Perry - Nirvana

Katy Perry ft. Kim Petras - Gorgeous

Katy Perry - Lifetimes

Katy Perry ft. Doechii - I'm His, He's Mine

Katy Perry - Gimme Gimme (Solo Version)

Katy Perry - Crush

Katy Perry - Woman's World

JT - JT Coming

Tate McRae - It's OK I'm OK

Megan Thee Stallion ft. Kyle Richh - B.A.S.

Kimbra & Dawn Richard - The Moment

Isaia Huron - Smithson

Pale Waves - Not A Love Song

Nessa Barrett - DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Biig Piig - Ponytail

Saweetie - Is It The Way

India Shawn - There Must Be a God

Culture Jam ft. Lay Bankz, Saweetie & Flo Milli - Pretty Girls Cry Too

Ari Lennox - Smoke

Phantogram - Ashes

Phantogram - Jealousy

Julia Michaels - Heaven II

Megan Thee Stallion ft. Flo Milli - Roc Steady

Mallrat & Kito - Hocus Pocus

GRACEY - Rhetorical Questions

Trevor Daniel - Tempo

Elmiene - Crystal Tears

Alice Chater - Don't Let My Boyfriend Get In Your Way

DeathbyRomy – BITCHFAMOUS

Tyla - Back to You

Latto - Brokey

Flo - How Does It Feel?

Flo - I'm Just A Girl

Kris Allen - Guinevere

Flo - IWH2BMX

Flo ft. CHLÖE x Halle - Soft (Unlocked)

Ayesha Madon - Michelle Obama

Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe!

Nessa Barrett ft. Tommy Genesis - DISCO

Nessa Barrett - Passenger Princess

Omar Apollo - Spite

Omar Apollo - Dispose of Me

CHLÖE - Rose

Yseult - TUNING

Tiana Major9 - Alone

Kiana Ledé - Natural

Adam Lambert - Wet Dream

Victoria Monét ft. Usher - SOS (Sex on Sight)

BANKS ft. Doechii - I Hate Your Ex-Girlfriend

Nao - Elevate

JORDY - Drinking Of Me

Addison Rae - Aquamarine

Victoria Monét - 1900's

VITA - FADE

VITA - BUTTERFLIES

VITA - TOPS

VITA - SAYLESS

VITA - BESTOFME

Addison Rae & ARCA - Aquamarine / Arcamarine

Addison Rae - Diet Pepsi

Perrie - Forget About Us

Mabel ft. Ty Dolla $ign - Stupid Dumb

The Corrs - Breathless (2024 Warren Remix)

FKA Twigs - Eusexua (Anyma Remix)

Rebecca Black - Sugar Water Cyanide

Griff - Last Night's Mascara

Griff - Miss Me Too

Maleigh Zan - 8 Ball

Connie Diiamond - Messy

Ariana Grande - Yes, And

KATSEYE - Touch

Bree Runway - PAWZ

Emei - Rabbithole

Brooke Candy - Block

Amelia Moore ft. Absolutely, Samara Cyn & Coco Jones - See Through (Remix)

BIA, Lil Yachty - PISSED OFF

Blusher - Somebody New

Lady Gaga - Disease

Last Years (2023) List

[swiftiesforharris]

Celebrities that have endorsed Kamala Harris for President:

Charli XCX

George Clooney

Cardi B

Olivia Rodrigo

John Legend

Lil Nas X

Busy Phillips

Barbara Streisand

Spike Lee

Connie Britton

Megan Thee Stallion

Quavo

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HAUNTED (+18)

Summary: You awaken from a two-year coma to find that Detective Lois has been eagerly awaiting your recovery, believing you might have witnessed something crucial to catching a serial killer. What you didn’t expect is to learn that she suspects your doctor of being the murderer—and even more shockingly, it appears that you are married to him. Now, you must uncover your lost memories and find out who Charlie Mayhew truly is to you.

Author's Note: Yes, I'm writing another fanfic featuring Nicholas Alexander Chavez’s character from Grotesquerie. The characters belong to the universe created by Ryan Murphy in the series Grotesquerie (2024). This fanfic will include violence, strong language, and adult content. It will portray the character Charlie Mayhew as a doctor. I hope you enjoy the fanfic, but there's nothing certain about its future. If you like this fanfic, please interact, leave comments. This author will be grateful for any interaction. Minors should not interact with this chapter, be warned.

THREE FIVE

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FOUR (+18)

Days passed, with you avoiding Charlie as if he were a disease. The truth was that his mere presence already unsettled your mind. You needed these days to reflect, allowing yourself to leave the guest room only when he was at work, taking your meals in secret. Mary helped you avoid your husband, though she always advised you to talk to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, here you were—facing Dr. Charlie Mayhew while he used an exercise bike, wearing a tank top that revealed his strong arms. Sweat glistened on his body, an almost provocative scene. "What are you plotting, Dr. Mayhew?" you said aloud, watching him exercise in the middle of the house. He was doing it on purpose—obviously.

"I see you've returned to calling me Doctor—such progress. If you must know, I’m simply enjoying my day off. Exercising to keep my body in shape, the very same body that once greatly satisfied my wife. You know, the one who now seems to prefer ignoring me over taking advantage of it..." he says playfully, as if trying to seduce you while also grumbling.

"Your body? Is that how you plan to get my attention?" you say, feigning indifference, as though his attempt to distract you with his physique is failing—though, in truth, it’s working all too well. You remain standing in front of the guest room door, dressed in your nightgown, noticing that neither Mary nor Ed is anywhere to be seen. Charlie, still pedaling on the exercise bike, has his back to you, his posture emphasizing his toned rear, which you can’t help but eye almost hungrily.

"It used to work, I’ll admit I’m resorting to extremes. And just so you know, Mary and Ed are off today. It’ll be just you and me the entire day. In case you were planning to hide away like a frightened little mouse," Charlie says as he steps off the bike, approaching you while using a small towel to wipe the sweat from his body.

"You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Is our marriage now about disrespecting each other’s personal space?" you ask, slightly irritated, nearly pouncing on him in your frustration.

"What marriage, mi amor? You see me as an enemy, as the villain in your story, not as your husband." Suddenly, the air grows heavier as you stand mere inches apart, your eyes locked on each other, the tension between you almost tangible.

"Are you asking for a divorce, dear husband?" you ask softly, your voice calm. Charlie's breath brushes against your face, the scent of his sweat acting like an aphrodisiac, stirring something deep within you.

"What other option do we have? Stay married while playing cat and mouse? You avoid me, and I pretend it doesn’t affect me? Will you spend the rest of your life thinking your husband is a monster and hiding from him? All of these options are a waste of time and emotional energy," Charlie speaks so rationally, though his expression betrays his words. It’s as if he’s daring you to consider the possibility of ending it all.

"It feels like we’re just going in circles around each other," you murmur, exhaling a heavy breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You close your eyes slowly, feeling the weight of what ending your marriage would truly mean. It’s a thought that has crossed your mind before, yet there’s an ache in your chest at the idea of stepping out of Charlie’s life for good.

"Tell me honestly, would you feel at peace if I left? If I were no longer your husband?" he asks, stepping closer, his tongue slowly wetting his lips. It’s almost as if he’s testing your reaction to his proximity, studying your every move.

"There will be no peace for me until I truly know who I am," you reply, locking eyes with him, though now with a growing desire stirring within you. Your hand grazes his muscled arm, sending a visible shiver through him. He leans in closer, tilting his head as if seeking permission in your gaze. Slowly, deliberately, he tugs down the neckline of your nightgown just enough to bare your shoulder, his eyes darkening as he watches your response.

"And until you remember who you are, will I need to quit my job and dismiss Mary and Ed just to have a proper conversation with you?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his gaze flicking to you from the corner of his eye as if gauging your reaction. A shiver courses through you, but your fingers find their way to his damp hair, gently caressing it.

Charlie's kisses trail from your shoulder to your neck, his warm breath brushing against your skin, sending a cascade of sensations through you. "So you admit you orchestrated this to force me to interact with you?" you manage to ask, though your focus falters with every brush of his lips. When his mouth lingers near your jawline, you realize rational thought is slipping away, overtaken by the pull of what you're feeling.

"I admit it—I wanted you with no distractions, no escape. I was desperate," he confesses, his voice low and laced with vulnerability. His lips travel softly over your cheek, grazing the bridge of your nose and the corners of your eyes, each kiss more tender than the last. His hands, warm and deliberate, trace the curve of your body, sliding your nightgown higher with a slow, intoxicating purpose, as if savoring every inch of contact.

His hands grip your thighs tightly as he slowly pulls them away from your face as if he's analyzing your reactions. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't dreamed about this exact moment the entire time you were unconscious. However, if you're not comfortable, we can call it a day. As long as you don't ignore me again, that will be enough for me," Charlie speaks as if he were holding himself back from exploding with desperate to have you. He rests his head on your shoulder, looking up, his expression seemed like the perfect mix of lust and insecurity. At that moment something awakened in you, the notion that he might actually be sincere, at least about his desire to have you.

"You settle for so little," you mutter, waiting for a reaction from him. Charlie then lifts his head, staring at you for a few moments. His fingers caress your face with a certain firmness, passing his fingers under your lips. At some point his thumb slipped between your lips and you bit it lightly, then sucked on Charlie's finger as you stared at him.

"You're playing with fire, mi amor," Charlie says, kissing the corner of your mouth, as if he were teasing you. You turn off any inhibitions that would keep you from attacking Charlie's lips. Honestly, whether or not he is who Detective Lois is looking for doesn't really matter at this point. Your soul seems to be thirsting for Charlie Mayhew's presence, not just near you but within you.

"Burn me with your fire, Dr. Mayhew," you whisper. Charlie's eyes grow dark, his lips attack yours in a fervent, messy kiss. He sucks on your tongue as he tightens his arms around your waist. The kiss almost takes your breath away but leaves you so hot. You use your hands to grope his chest, while you cling to him. The kiss breaks as Charlie starts to kiss your neck passionately, nibbling your skin while his hands start to caress your breasts through your nightgown. At first, the gentle way his fingers played with your nipples through your nightgown sent a shiver down your spine. He seemed to grow impatient, as if he wanted to feel your skin against his immediately. Then he lifted you up with his arms, making you put your legs around his waist and hold on tight to his shoulders so you wouldn't fall. He placed you under the kitchen counter, placing his body between your legs. Quickly, he began to take off the nightgown you were wearing.

"See my beautiful wife, naked beneath her nightgown as if she knew I would be extremely pleased to see her like that," Charlie speaks as he runs his fingers over your naked body, ending up holding your ass with both of his hands, squeezing it tightly as he brings you closer to him. You who are studying every detail to memorize Charlie Mayhew's touch and taste. You pull his hair back, holding the strands firmly, going hungrily to Charlie's lips and kissing him. He bites your lip as he tries to match your pace during the kiss. You take your hands out of his hair, and start to pull down his shorts and underwear.

"I see that my wonderful husband was really right when he said I should take advantage of his body," you teases him as she watches his cock spring out of his underwear. Charlie gives you a kiss, as he moves towards you, using his hands that are no longer on your ass, to spread your legs wider. As his tongue explores not only your mouth but also your neck, his fingers enter you without hesitation. His fingers, going in and out quite quickly while your pussy squeezed them, you ended up moaning from the pleasure of feeling the pressure of his fingers in your pussy.

"An eternity could pass, but being inside you will still be the best feeling of my life," he murmurs, gently biting your ear while talking against it, giving you goosebumps. You then grab his hand before he can put his fingers inside you again, and with a thirsty look, you try to tell him that you want his cock. He then holds your thighs firmly, separating your legs with precision and then thrusts his erect cock inside you. You let out a loud moan, the feeling of him fucking you is something you weren't prepared to feel. He kisses your lips softly as he slowly thrusts his cock in your pussy that is already wet. You hold on to him as you feel him move in and out of you faster and faster.

For a moment it was as if an animalistic instinct took over him. You close your eyes tightly, reveling in the feeling of being taken by him, while your nails scratch every possible part of his body. For a moment, you drag your ass forward to increase the proximity of your body to Charlie's. He seems to want to see your face, moving your hair away from your face and pulling your face with his hand, kissing your lips once more. However, his hand goes down to your neck and and hold it there firmly. For some reason, the feeling of being lightly suffocated by him feels extremely satisfying. The more he pressed his hand against your neck, the more horny you became for him.

You were so wet that his cock was fitting perfectly inside your pussy, the synchronization of your bodies was almost surreal. Your only regret was not ripping off the damn tank top Charlie is wearing. With each thrust you feel yourself getting close to cumming, feeling your breath leaving you as he squeezes your neck in a strong way, taking you to the limit. You grind on Charlie's cock, making him groan heavily as he cums inside you. Even so, he continues to thrust his cock inside you while your pussy is sensitive from feeling him cum hard, until you cum too.

You two are a mess, dirtying the kitchen counter. Charlie lifts your head slowly, kissing every part of your face gently. "I think we should go take a shower wife. What we just did here certainly made us sweaty," Charlie says as he catches his breath after the sex you had. "You'll have to carry me," you inform him, feeling loose in your legs. He kisses your neck and then carries you to the bathroom in your room, where you bathe and have a second round.

Afterward, everything seemed normal. Charlie and you shared your bed again, following a day spent together during his time off, complete with him preparing dinner for the two of you. The next morning, he woke early for work, leaving a kiss on your cheek and informing you that Mary and Ed would be at your service.

You woke up feeling invigorated, determined to seek answers while also embracing the peace that being with Charlie seemed to bring. A few hours later, after getting ready, you set out to visit Detective Tryon. Ed accompanied you there, and you felt no fear of Charlie discovering your visit to Lois, as you had resolved to extend a measure of trust to both of them.

"Mrs. Mayhew, to what do I owe the honor of your visit to my workplace?" Lois asks, lighting a cigarette as she settles into her chair. You find yourself in her office, surrounded by officers, inmates, and suspicious individuals.

"I came here to understand why I am considered a suspect in your investigation," you reply quickly, remaining standing. Detective Tryon looks you up and down before exhaling a puff of smoke, seemingly pondering your words.

"You’ll need to follow me to a room where I can show you the answer to your question," Lois says as she stands, gesturing for you to follow. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you trail behind her as she leads the way to a room at the back of the precinct.

Upon entering the room, you are met with paintings depicting crime scenes, eerily similar to those you had once seen in Charlie Mayhew's office. Each artwork bears the same hauntingly realistic and morbid tone, sending chills down your spine.

"What do these paintings have to do with your suspicions?" you ask, bewildered by the connection between yourself and these brutally realistic depictions of crime.

"Well, Mrs. Mayhew," Detective Tryon begins, her tone grave, "I must inform you that these paintings are of your authorship. Not only that, but you need to understand that they depict actual, unsolved homicide cases. And you painted these works before the murders depicted in them occurred. This has made you a suspect. Moreover, all the victims were, at some point, connected to the hospital where your husband works. Many were even his patients."

Her piercing gaze settles on you, and the weight of her words sends your mind spiraling. You glance at the paintings again, confusion thickening as fragmented memories resurface. Images of your past flit through your mind—your quiet painting room, where you used to work with calm precision. Suddenly, you recall painting the image of one of the murdered women, her lifeless form rendered in vivid detail.

What strikes you as bizarre is that your reference seemed to be a photograph—one that was pinned to a bulletin board in front of you. The realization stirs something deep within, but a sharp pain in your head interrupts your thoughts, slicing through the memory like a blade. Dizzy and disoriented, you close your eyes tightly, the room spinning around you. Detective Tryon calls your name, her cigarette dropping forgotten to the floor as she rushes toward you. But it is too late. Your body goes limp, and you collapse to the ground, succumbing to unconsciousness.

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Risk Assessment

Don Eppes x Reader

Words: 3844

Part Two of Three

Summary: As your feelings for each other push boundaries you’d both set for yourselves a long time ago, Don distances himself during a tough case and you have to decide if your relationship is worth the risk.

Notes: I know it’s been a minute, but I haven’t forgotten about my Don fans out there (we are few, but we are powerful haha) I love this show and the brother dynamic and Don’s emotional complexity is just so fun to write. I will hopefully have the last part up at some point soon. 

More Don: HERE 

-

You took the stairs two at a time, heart beating out of your chest, and mind reeling. You didn’t hear the nurses asking you if you needed help over the panic in your head. All the news said was that there was a shootout between a suspect and FBI agents. Many casualties, including one agent in critical condition. 

So when Megan called you that he’d be here, you’d almost gotten sick waiting in traffic. How she’d known to call you, you hadn’t given much thought to. 

By the time you reached the right floor, you couldn’t breathe, your eyes were blurring with tears, and your legs wanted to give out. But you kept going. 

Doctors rushed by with a gurney and all you saw was the blood. 

You started to follow them. 

He found you first. 

Don put one hand on your shoulder to stop you from rushing after the gurney and one hand on your cheek to bring your eyes to his. 

“Don,” you sobbed, shaking your head and blinking away tears, worried he’d be gone when you looked again. “I thought- I hadn’t heard anything and I-”

“I’m okay, baby. See?” He motioned to the bandaged cut on his forehead. “I’m fine. Just take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.” 

“Oh my God,” you threw your arms around his neck. “Thank God. I saw the news and I just knew you were there. I had this awful feeling and then Megan…” You trailed off, burying your face in his neck. 

Don nodded. “Megan told me she called you, but your connection got cut off.” He pulled back to kiss your forehead. “I’m sorry for worrying you, but I’m okay. I promise.” 

“No, I’m sorry,” you sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “I should have waited. Instead, I barged in here like, well, like the FBI.” 

He led you over to some chairs where you could both sit, not letting go of your hand. From around the corner, Megan came with a pair of coffees from the cafeteria, stopping when she saw the two of you. She ducked back behind the corner before either of you saw. 

“You’re really okay?” You asked, fingers grazing the wound on his head. 

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I got pushed out of the way by…” His eyes followed the trail of doctors hurrying with the person you’d seen before. “Her name’s Anderson. Took a bullet to the neck.” 

“Jesus.” 

“Worst part is, the guy got away.” His grip on your hand tightened. “This sicko that’s been shooting people in broad daylight and we almost had him and he still got away.” 

He swallowed hard and kept his eyes on the hall. 

A silence fell between you as you calmed down and his shoulders tensed. Finally taking a deep breath, you sighed. 

“Don, I’m so sorry.” 

He let go of your hand. “It’s not like you pulled the trigger.” Don ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “You know, you really aren’t supposed to be here and I think I’ve freaked you out enough for the night, huh? Why don’t you go back to your place and I’ll meet you there?”

You were taken aback, but not totally surprised. When it came to stuff like this, your boyfriend wasn’t the most open. But, then again, neither were you. It was something you had in common- bottle it up and hope it doesn’t burst. 

“Yeah, okay.” You stood, kissing the top of his head. “I can make something up for you, if you want? I think I’ve still got some of that pasta you liked. I can throw it in the microwave.”

“That’d be great, actually.” He tilted his chin up, pulling your lips to his for one more kiss. “I’ll call if anything else happens, okay? And I promise, if the connection goes bad, I won’t leave you hanging.” 

“I’ll hold you to that, Agent Eppes.” You kept looking back at him as you left as if waiting for him to call you back. But he didn’t. So you left.

Now with the seat open, Megan crossed the room to sit beside her team leader.

“So that’s the mystery woman,” she said, handing him the coffee. 

“Mystery woman?” He scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, for the past four months you show up to work with this big grin on your face and then this happens-”

“Speaking of which,” he interrupted. “What the hell were you thinking calling her? You know, it really freaked her out. She didn’t know what happened and she comes sprinting in here like, I don’t know, I’m dying. I hate doing that to her.”

“Don.” Megan shook her head. “You’re the one who told me to call her.” 

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I mean, sure, you were kinda out of it from hitting your head, but you just kept saying, ‘Y/N. Call Y/N. I want to see her.’ So you gave me your phone and I called her,” she explained. 

Don leaned back in the chair, piecing together bits of fuzzy memory. He took a drink of coffee. 

“Huh.” 

Megan nodded, drinking from her own cup. “So you guys seem pretty serious.” 

“Megan…” He groaned. 

“I’m just saying, if she’s the one you’re asking for in your hour of need, it can’t just be a fling, right?”

“Isn’t it a crime to harass the guy with a head injury?” 

She opened her mouth to rebuttal, but both agent’s focus switched to the doctor approaching them. And from the looks of his expression, it wasn’t good. 

-

You heard more details on the news than you did from Don. In the days following the shooting, authorities were in an intense manhunt for a man named Pete Nicholsen, the lead suspect in a series of killings involving a hooded shooter in public places. 

Agent Anderson was paralyzed from the neck down. 

That, you heard from Megan. 

In fact, you hadn’t heard anything from Don in two days. 

It was Charlie who invited you over for dinner. He said things had been tense and that having some company might be nice, especially since you and his brother seemed to get along at the lecture. 

He told you he might be in the garage, so he left the door unlocked. But when you opened the door, it was the older Eppes brother you saw first. 

Don sat in the living room. While there wasn’t any light, you could tell it was him by the way he sat, leaned forward with a beer in his hand. Like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

“Hey stranger,” you greeted softly. 

Don’s back straightened up and his head whirled around. 

“Hey.” A small smile graced his lips and he stood to meet you. “What are you doing here?” 

“Charlie invited me. He thought a guest would make dinner less… tense.”

“I see,” Don grunted, running a hand down his face. “So he still doesn’t know?” 

You shrugged. “I didn’t tell him. He just thinks we ‘get along.’”

“I wonder what gave him that idea,” he smirked, putting a hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. 

You sighed against his lips, melting into his touch. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it for two days. Thinking about how he was at the hospital. That same tension was there now, even as he kissed you. 

“Don,” you said, pulling away. “Are you okay? I know that there’s been a lot going on, but you kinda vanished on me and I’m not going to lie, I’ve been pretty worried. I mean, I have to learn everything from the TV and sure, I get that maybe you don’t want to talk about it but-”

“Honey, slow down,” Don sighed. He leaned against the back of the chair, nodding. “You’re right, I had to step back for a couple of days. With what happened to Anderson and then you showing up at the hospital thinking it was me, when it should have been me, I don’t know, there was just a lot going through my head I had to deal with, okay?” He took your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles, slowly going back and forth to calm you down. Or to calm him down. He couldn’t really tell. “But I’m back now, alright? You don’t have to worry.” 

Despite his reassuring words, the tone of his voice only increased your already growing concern. You remembered the gut-churning panic you’d felt when you thought he was the one in that hospital bed. You thought about every surge of electricity you felt spark in you whenever he smiled. Even now, the way he was looking at you, guarded and all, you still just wanted him to look at you for forever. 

This is what you were afraid of and yet you didn’t want it to stop. 

“Don, I-” You started but were cut off by the sound of footsteps. 

“Hey, Y/N, you’re here.” Charlie beamed. “Dinner’s almost ready.” 

With his brother’s eyes on you, you stepped away from Don to join Charlie in the dining room, letting those three terrifying words die on your lips. 

-

It was your turn to play the ‘dealing alone’ game. Not out of pettiness, but out of protection. While your heart was so full and your chest ached when he wasn’t around, your brain reminded you of all the reasons you hadn’t wanted to let things get this far to begin with. You told yourself a long time ago that nothing was worth the risk of getting hurt again. 

And all of it was because of a stupid four-letter word. 

The repetitive rattle of your fingers against the table helped tune out the rest of the cafe. Unfortunately, that included your lunch date.

“You okay there?” Megan asked with an amused smile. “You look like you just joined Larry in space for a second.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve just been thinking about a lot.” Sliding your empty plate aside, you eyed her curiously. “Like why you asked me to have lunch. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have a badass FBI best friend, but this just felt a little out of the blue.” 

“Alright, you’ve got me there,” she admitted. “Though I wouldn’t mind having a brilliant criminology professor in my back pocket whenever I want to remind the boys that this job isn’t all about running around with a gun.” 

You both laughed and you felt some of the weight on your chest lighten. 

She took a drink of her coffee. “There is something I wanted to ask you about, if it isn’t overstepping our budding friendship…” 

“You’re wondering about how I know your team leader.”

“No, I know about the class you teach with Charlie, and Don complained about his little guest appearance the whole week leading up to it,” she said. A smirk teased her lips. “I was more wondering why you two are keeping your relationship a secret.” 

Your mouth fell open and she laughed. 

“I read people for a living, remember?” She pointed out. “I had some suspicions, but when he kept asking me to call you when he had that head injury and you came running into the hospital like John Wayne, it pretty much confirmed what I thought.” 

“He asked you to call me?”

Megan nodded. “Oh yeah. You were all he could talk about when he was all loopy. It was pretty cute, actually.” 

You covered your growing smile with your hand, imagining Don doped up on pain meds and rambling about you to his co-worker. But then you remembered the circumstances and remembered who was really hurt that day. 

“So you figured it out,” you shrugged. 

She pointed a finger at you playfully. “And you haven’t answered my question.” 

“It’s,” you took a deep breath, “complicated.”

“With Don? Shocker,” she teased. 

You both finished your meals and paid. On the way out, she put a hand on your arm, giving you a smile that was somewhere between friendly and concerned.

“This job can be a lot to handle, especially when you're involved romantically with someone in the field,” she said. “And I know Don isn’t much of a touchy-feely kinda guy, but I think that you’ve been really good for him. I mean, I’ve really never seen him so happy. But, like I said, I know it can be a lot so if you ever want to talk, I’m around, okay?” 

You laughed. “Thanks, but I pretty much wrote the book on ‘emotional detachment.’ I think I can handle Agent Eppes.”

She lifted her hands in mock surrender. “Maybe that’s even more reason to talk to someone about it.” 

With a look that conveyed the phrase ‘just think about it,’ she went back to her car and you walked back to yours, trying your best to shrug off her ability to not only read you, but also the issues that you were starting to notice in a relationship she shouldn’t even know about. 

-

Charlie was in the middle of explaining to the class the ways equations can be used to track the spread of a bioterrorism attack when you saw him. You looked up from the notes you were taking and there he was. Standing outside the window. Waving at you. He looked like a normal guy. Nice haircut, clean clothes, new-looking backpack. But something about him seemed familiar. While you couldn’t place from where, something in your gut was telling you to not look him in the eye. 

No one else seemed to notice him and he was gone by the end of the lecture. Still, you couldn’t shake the unease from your nerves. 

“Earth to Professor Y/L/N,” Charlie teased, waving a piece of chalk in front of your face. “If you really thought it was that boring, you could have just said so.” He smirked and took a seat across from you. 

You looked around. The students had all left and you hadn’t even noticed. 

“It was really interesting, Charlie. I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I guess my head is just somewhere else.” 

“Yeah, you uh,” he nodded, “you’ve kinda seemed that way for a while. Is everything okay? If the class has too much to your plate, I can take over some more of the grading-”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You already do too much as it is.” You stood, packing your class notes into your briefcase and hugging it to your chest. “Besides, I’m fine. I just haven’t been sleeping well.” His concern only deepened so you came up with something more reasonable than dreaming about his brother choking on his own blood with a hole in his throat. “New neighbors. Probably just some partying college kids.” 

“Uhuh,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes. Whether or not he believed you, he didn’t press the issue. Charlie wasn’t exactly great when it came to emotions and, while it was deeply bothering him to see someone he liked to think of as a friend in a bad place, if it wasn’t solvable through math, there wasn’t much he could do. 

“Do you want to go grab some coffee?” You asked, hoping to change the subject. The last thing you needed right now was a line of questions that you weren’t ready to answer. 

“Coffee sounds perfect.” 

You were both halfway to the campus cafe when you heard the shots. At first, you thought someone had set off fireworks or something, but you remembered the man outside of the window. You’d seen him on the news. 

Pete Nicholsen.

-

He took the stairs two at a time, sprinting into the courtyard where campus security, police, and other FBI had already gathered, along with a whole audience of students and staff. Don didn’t give himself time to think. He just ran.

Don spotted Sinclair first, standing over the body of a woman with Y/H/C hair. She wore a blazer and had a briefcase busted open just a few inches away from her hand. He tried to calm his breathing as his mind went into a frenzy. 

The call was shots fired at Cal Sci. One casualty. Female. He only had one thought. 

What had he brought you into?

“Who is it?” He asked his fellow agent. 

“We’re looking for her I.D. in her things now,” David explained. 

“I need it now, damnit!” Don ran around to the other side, hoping to be able to see the woman’s face, and tried to prepare himself to see yours.  

“Agent Eppes!” A voice called from the crowd. 

He spun on his heel, frantically scanning the group of students. 

“Don!” 

He turned again and saw you. 

All of the breath in his lungs exhaled in a sigh of relief. He motioned to Colby that he’d be right back and rushed across the courtyard. It took every ounce of control he could muster not to pass the police line and pull you into his arms just to make sure you were really there. 

“Are you okay? Were you out here when it happened?” He asked, making sure to keep a step away to maintain his composure. “Where’s Charlie?”

“I’m fine. And he’s working with Larry to get a jumpstart into figuring out where this guy could have gone after he-” You caught a glimpse of the body through the crowd of law enforcement. “Oh my god.” 

“Hey, just look at me, okay?” He whispered. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.” 

“Don.” You blinked, took a deep breath, and focused back on him. “Don, I saw him.” 

He froze, that same sinking weight in his chest coming back. “What?” 

“He was outside-” You ran your fingers through your hair, trying not to panic. “Nicholsen was outside of the classroom. With me and Charlie. He waved at me like he knew who I was.” 

Cal Sci. One Casualty. Female. 

“Okay,” he cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay, then I’m going to need you to come with me. And we should go get Charlie.” Don motioned to Colby and the others again, pointing in the direction of Charlie’s office. They continued investigating the crime scene. “This just got a lot more complicated.” 

He helped you push through the crowd, his eyes scanning every face expecting to see Nicholsen’s confident smirk looking back at him. Once out of the way of the scene, Don found a deserted hallway and let his barrier break. He locked you in his embrace, cradling the back of your head with his shaking hand. 

“I don’t have to tell you what I thought when I got that call,” he said against your shoulder. 

You rubbed your hand back and forth across his tense shoulders. “I guess we’ve traded places this week.”

Don pulled back. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be,” You looked at him and those dark eyes and nodded determinedly. “I want to catch this guy, Don.” 

“No.” He started walking toward his brother’s office. “You aren’t touching this case anymore. Neither is Charlie. This guy knows who you both are. I’m not giving him a chance to take another shot at you.” 

“You can’t be serious-”

“What do you think that is?” He shouted, spinning around and pointing back toward the courtyard. “It’s a message, Y/N. That is a warning shot. The next time, he isn’t going to miss and I can’t let that happen. I-” 

Three words lingered on his lips, brought out by the terrifying thought of losing you. 

Don swallowed hard and continued down the hall. “We have to go.” 

The truth was, he had two thoughts when he got that call.

Please not her. 

I love her. 

And it scared him to death. 

-

His apartment was dark. When you unlocked the door with the key he’d given you, it didn’t even look like he was home. But once you got into the living room, he was there like he’d been at Charlie’s place. Alone. In the dark. With a bottle of beer in his hand and a blank stare in his eyes. 

“Don?” 

He jumped, blinking up at you like you’d pulled him out of a trance.

“Hey. I didn’t even hear you come in,” he said. He sounded exhausted, but there was something else too. Something that worried you. 

“I looked over some data with Charlie. He thinks he might be able to figure out how to finally catch this son of a bitch.” You sat on the arm of the chair, rubbing his shoulders. 

He shrugged you away. “I thought I told you that you were both off the case.” 

You stood again, crossing your arms. “And you thought that was going to work?” You scoffed. “Have you met your brother?” 

Don set the bottle down on the side table so hard you thought it might break. 

“Damnit, Y/N, you saw the guy outside of your classroom,” he snapped. “He shot a woman on your campus that matches your description.” He stood too, looking you in the eye. “He’s still out there and you think this is a joke?” 

“Charlie isn’t going to hide, Don,” you fired back. “And neither am I. The quicker we find this guy, the quicker all of this is over, right?”

“It isn’t that simple.” 

“Don,” you sighed, reaching out for him again. This time, he didn’t pull away, but when your hand found his cheek, you recognized the look in his eye. 

Conclusion. 

“Donnie, what is this about?” 

He took a deep breath and gently took your hand away. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” 

You opened your mouth but found your throat had gone dry and the air had left your lungs. 

Don clenched his jaw to keep himself in control. Already, a voice in his head was screaming at him to stop, repeating those same two thoughts from before. 

Please.

I love her.

But that was exactly why he had to. He’d realized today how much he had to lose. And he couldn’t bear the weight pushing down on his chest. Maybe it was time to let it go. 

As the tear slipped down your cheek, he hated himself for the weakness that got him there. He couldn’t protect you. He wasn’t strong enough to face those emotions of panic and loss like he got a glimpse of today. You deserved someone who could hold you without thinking about everything going wrong. 

You didn’t say anything. You just went into his bedroom, grabbed a few of your things, and walked to the door, stopping to look back at the man you’d fallen so totally in love with and loved him all the same even though your heart was breaking. 

“I thought we were worth the risk, you know.” Was all you said before closing the door behind you. The apartment fell into a silence that seeped into his head. 

Don sat back down and stared into the dark.