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rcksmith · 3 years ago

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Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O

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whereisten · 4 years ago

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The Interview

A Doyoung fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: you’re a journalist that just booked her biggest gig, an interview with Doyoung, a vampire notorious for a series of murders in your city.

Pairing: Vampire!Doyoung x female reader

Other characters: Best friend!Johnny

Genre: horror, angst, smut, violence

Word count: 8.7 K

Warnings: blood mention, descriptions of murder and violence, cursing, smut! (Threesome (MMF), breast fondling, fingering, male masturbation, oral sex, penetration, slight overstimulation, c*eampie.), mentions of chains and knives.

A/N: I am sorry for taking so long to post this, but I hope you enjoy!! I didn’t proofread (shocker) so there may be some errors but I will fix them later. THANK YOU GUYS AGAIN FOR THE SUPPORT FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SERIES AHHHH!! It’s been so much fund and I hope you guys enjoy the last few fics we have coming up!!

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You entered the house and walked hesitantly inside, looking around to observe all of the meticulous paintings and art. The mansion was dark and gloomy, it sent a chill through your body to imagine all of the horrors and secrets it held within it. So much murder, so much blood and death. And yet, it was kept in pristine condition by a loyal maid. Not a speck of dust in sight, and no stench to even indicate a single crime having been committed.

You sat down in his office on a cushioned loveseat before you placed your recorder on the coffee table in between your seat and his.

You heard the jingles of his handcuffs and the many footsteps of police entering a few minutes after.

He sat down across from you as you cleared your throat. You noticed his irritated and burgundy red wrists being burned by the handcuffs around them made of pure silver.

He was stunning, like a painting himself. His skin looked like it was made of the most expensive marble, his eyes looked playful, but held a dark glint about them that you couldn’t shake. His arms were in front of him as his hands were held together by the handcuffs, you couldn’t ignore the obvious presence of his biceps as they strained against the thin material of his long sleeved prison uniform. His veins also bulged from his wrists all the way to his neck.

The devastatingly handsome man looked...hungry.

His tongue darts out over his bottom lip as he watches you observe his features.

“Oh, a pretty one for once, thank God.” He smirks.

You look at him sternly and press record on the mechanism in between you two.

“Good afternoon, Doyoung, my name is y/n. Today, I’ll be asking you a few questions about the crimes you’ve committed, but first, I would like for you to confirm your identity.”

You hold your iPad in your arm and start to type a description of his features and what he is wearing.

Doyoung laughs.

You stop writing and look up at him.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m chained up in my own house, and not in the sexual way for once…”

You look back to your iPad.

“Unless..you’d like to change that..” he says with a low tone that makes your body shiver.

“Doyoung..you’ve just been sentenced to a lifetime in prison for the brutal murders of 36 people. I’d appreciate it if you’d just answer a few questions so we can both go about our day.”

“Oh dear, I won’t tell you anything unless you get these barbaric things off of me, and get these useless men out of here.” He tilts his head towards the police officers behind his seat.

You shake your head. “No can do Doyoung, you’re a danger man, if they leave I’m done for.”

He chuckles lowly. “Don’t you trust me, sweetheart? My maid is no longer here, she testified against me and fled the country, so obviously I have no intention of ruining my place with anyone’s blood while she’s gone.” A smile crosses his face and it makes you uneasy.

You shouldn’t have done what you did next, but for the sake of writing a damn good article for Neo chronicles, you knew you had to. This trip would’ve been a waste of time and effort. It took you months to convince your boss to get you an interview with Doyoung, the notorious vampire that was just found guilty of capital murder.

He could tear you to shreds in moments with his hands and teeth, but something told you to ask that he be free..just for a few minutes.

He leans forward and keeps your eyes in his gaze. “You want them to release these cuffs, don’t you?”

You swallow hard then look up at the head police officer.

“He won’t cooperate unless you leave and take the handcuffs with you, please…” you beg, but the officer immediately shakes his head.

“Under strict orders from the judge, we cannot do that. It’s a miracle that we were even allowed to bring him back here.”

The tall man says without budging.

Doyoung turns to look at him. “Officer...these cuffs really hurt..it’ll only be for a few minutes..please.”

The officer furrows his eyebrows.

“Officer..I promise it’ll only take 15 minutes.” You continue.

“Fine...we’ll be right outside the door.”

You’re surprised to see that the officer agrees. He takes his key and opens up the cuffs. He then places them beside you on your chair.

“Slap these on the son of a bitch if he tries anything.”

You nod. A part of you felt so uneasy now that you were alone with him, but you had to make the most of it and get some information out of him while you could. No one could do what you were about to do, for Doyoung would be put away for life in a few days.

The door clicks and the room falls silent.

Doyoung turns to you and already starts to heal his wrists. “Well, then...should we get started?”

“Where are you from?” You ask.

He raises an eyebrow and throws an arm over the head of his seat.

“I’m from this city, dear.. I was just raised in a very different one...a few hundred years ago, without the cars, without the noise..”

“You’re the first of your kind that society has come across. Are there any more like you?”

He chuckles then looks at you and tilts his head. “There’s no one like me..”

You lick your lips quickly and lean forward. “Are there any more vampires, Doyoung?”

“Of course there are, some lurk in the shadows, some live boldly as the very doctors that take care of you. No one from my bloodline is alive however.” His gaze shifts downward as if he’s reminiscing.

“How do the vampires survive without being caught?”

He looks back up at you. “We just feed on animals to get by.”

Your heart began to race, you were finally getting information that no one else knew about, for Doyoung never spoke a word to investigators looking for answers about vampires.

“So why did you feed on humans and kill them instead of changing them?”

“For survival, sweetheart. I’m a man with very expensive taste..I’ve been killing humans for years, but I got lazy and decided to not run from city to city..I’d take out anyone that was evil or treated others like shit..some of my victims deserved it, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

You looked to the side. You did notice that he mainly killed other murderers or robbers.

“Furthermore, humans have polluted the earth so badly, the taste of animals that feed off of diseased grass is just disgusting. I couldn’t take it anymore.” His face winces.

“And human blood..is it good?”

Doyoung smirks. “Oh, my love, you have no idea. It’s sweet and savory, there’s nothing like it..and if I may say, it’s even better when the subject surrenders willingly.”

“Did your subjects surrender willingly?”

He looks up and tries to think. He taps his chin. “No..I don’t think any of those bastards surrendered, they were quick fixes to my thirst. There was one woman though..Hmm what was her name?...Was it Diamond or Daisy?”

You closed your eyes as you listened to him struggle to remember the names of his victim.

“Darlene..her real name was Darlene, but she went by Tiffany at the strip club she worked at.”

“Ahhh! Yes! Darlene..she was sweet, magnificent. I remember taking her in the back of my car, she was ecstatic. She felt amazing around me, so warm. Her body shook as I stretched her out and played with her beautiful womanhood..such a shame.. she was so willing.”

You swallowed hard as tears filled your eyes. Doyoung was making light of a dark situation that ended in the murder of a young woman just trying to live her life.

He leans forward to get your attention. “First..I tasted her lips, then I placed my tongue around her hard nubs. I traced my tongue down her abdomen and all the way...down, before letting it rest on her folds. I licked up her essence and listened to her moan and breathe heavily. I can still hear the rush of her blood in her veins. I can still taste her trembling core on the tip of my tongue, and feel her velvety walls around my fingers.”

You cross your legs as his voice lowers more and more with each sentence.

His dark eyes hold onto yours as his smile grows. He can smell the pool building in your underwear.

“In and out, I moved in and out, circling around her bud before she came hard all over my mouth. But I licked it up and kissed her thigh as she begged for more. She tasted delicious and brain became flooded with thoughts of just how wonderful her blood would taste too. So I wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed into her, sliding in between her delicious and wet folds and hitting her sweet spot over and over.”

“Doyoung..” you turn away and gulp, but he grabs your chin within a split second of standing up in front of you.

He tilts your head upwards and gazes down at your lips.

“I placed two fingers into her mouth...just like this.”

On instinct, your mouth falls open, allowing him to place two fingers onto your tongue. Your mind went crazy, half of it screaming for you to look away from the dangerous man, the other half saying “yes, God, yes.”

You sat with your mouth agape, waiting for him to continue.

“If only you could taste her...nonetheless, when she came again, her eyes rolled in the back of her head and the veins of her neck stuck out to me, begging to be punctured into. I sucked her dry even as she clenched around me from the overwhelming pleasure.”

He withdrew his fingers, licking them as his eyes held onto yours.

“Your lips must be delicious too.”

You snapped yourself out of your daze and shook your head.

“Doyoung, what the hell?”

He sits back into his chair. “Any more questions, love?”

You clear your throat again and look at your iPad.

“Uhh..what are your abilities?”

He smirks. “Well, I’m sure you can imagine one of them. But in addition to that, we are fast, strong, powerful beings. Some can read minds, some can hypnotize..we are what humans aim to be, perfect beings.”

Your face grows into one of disgust. “With the exception of having the burning need to murder, right?”

He chuckles once more and rolls his eyes. “Humans kill all the time, what makes us so different if we do it for survival? Murders are done out of rage against those that are simply different in terms of religion, ethnicity, or sexual orientation all the time, why aren’t you interviewing those bastards?”

You hesitate.

He leans towards you and crosses his arms.

“What if you could make this world a better place by getting rid of those that commit crimes against the helpless? I can see that you’re one that believes in justice.. you can be like me, but use your abilities for good..”

You shake your head. “Absolutely not, you’re a monster. Just because you killed for survival does not negate the fact that you still took many lives.”

He leans back and nods. “Oh, pity then. I thought I’d have a partner for my getaway. I would’ve loved to keep such a pretty face by my side..”

Your eyes widen, you lean back and reach for the handcuffs..but they’re not there.

He jumps up from his seat.

You stand up as well. “What are you doing?”

But within seconds, your arms are behind your back and locked in the handcuffs that he stole from beside you.

“Doyoung!”

He pushes your body so that it lays back down on the love seat. You stare in horror as he crawls over you while looking up your scared face through his lashes.

He licks his lips.

“Thank you for giving me this chance to get away..”

“Help!!” You call out and soon the police break through the double doors.

Doyoung flicks his head towards them and holds out his hand. “Halt!”

He yells and they stop in their tracks.

You cry out. “Doyoung!!” But he’s already dug into each and every one’s necks and ripped into their throats.

Blood platters across the room and the bodies fall down dead almost unanimously as Doyoung moves incredibly fast. He appears as a blur one moment and the next moment, he is over you again, but this time with the lower half of his face covered in crimson liquid and his eyes intense.

He licks your collarbone, slowly trailing his tongue up your neck then to your chin. You tremble and cry as your heart races.

“Mmmmm...sweetheart, I’d take you right here, but you’ll taste so much better when you give in to me completely, I’ll see you soon.”

He disappears, you only hear the breaking of a window behind you.

You close your eyes tightly and sob.

The police officers that were outside in their cars immediately run into the house when they see that Doyoung has flown away.

They open your handcuffs and console you as you turn away from all of the dead bodies on the floor.

When things finally settled, you noticed that Doyoung had taken your recorder, leaving you without proof that this interview even happened.

———

[3 Months Later]

A national manhunt for Doyoung had been going on for months, no one saw the man or..creature. The good part about his absence was that there were no more killings. You tried your best to explain what happened that day, but you couldn’t. Everything felt blurry, all you could feel was this longing to be with him again. He had you under his grasp in just a few minutes, but that partially wasn’t your fault. You were hypnotized, just as the police officer taking him out of handcuffs was.

But you couldn’t help but feel guilty when you thought about the lives lost that day, the families that weren’t with their loved ones anymore because of your weakness. You swore it would never happen again.

You were released from your job at the Neo Chronicles, your boss was embarrassed and dealt with the harshest treatment from not only the legal system, but from the media as well. No one understood how such a huge mistake could be made. They had him and were ready to punish him for his crimes, but in just a few minutes, they lost him, the only vampire known to man.

You worked from home now, uploading conspiracy theories to your own website where people could submit photos, videos or written accounts of their experiences with the supernatural. They could do this anonymously if they wished. You wrote about Doyoung and the vampire community, you even went out at night at farms or in the woods to try to catch vampires in the act of taking blood from them, but you had no luck.

You would set your life to finding Doyoung, you’d make him pay for what he did to you. Even if you were intrigued by him, you’d make him suffer. However, you couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t kill you as well.

———

[One Month Later]

You were about to do some research on cult practices that involved sacrifices, when you heard a knock at your door. You jumped up in your chair at your desk and turned to the door.

You swallowed hard. Had you done too much digging? Was someone tracking you? Were you being watched all this time?

Maybe you shouldn’t have visited the dark web.

You stand up slowly and walk to the door. You hear another knock.

You grab a tennis racket you placed by your door after playing tennis earlier that day. You then look through the peephole and see him.

Your heart started to race. Should you call the authorities? Should you scream for help? No. They would just be too slow, they’d be gone by the time a shriek escaped your throat.

You quickly opened it and held up your racket.

“Ah!!!” You yelled as you swung it, but he grabbed it with one hand and broke in two effortlessly.

Your eyes widened as he stood there with one corner of his mouth tilted upwards. His eyes sparkled in the darkness.

Your jaw fell open while the rackets ripped to your doorstep in two separate pieces.

“Invite me in...I have the recorder.” He demands through a husky tone.

You breathe heavily. “I-I..”

“May I come in...sweetheart?” He pouts.

You sigh and nod. “Yes.”

You didn’t want to but he had the evidence that you needed. Maybe you could just take it from him and he’d leave. With that piece of evidence, you could get your job back or make money online with your testimony.

Doyoung speeds past you and sits at your desk.

“Ooooo..satanic cults...interesting!” He searches through your computer.

“Hey!” You lock your door and walk towards him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“How have you been doing, my love? Have you been well? Probably not...seeing that you’re stuck at home now, researching this nonsense.” He ignores your question and stands up from the desk.

You walk after him into the dining room.

“Answer me! Why are you here?”

“Have you thought about my proposal? You’ve had a lot of time..”

“Why didn’t you turn yourself in?!” You grab a knife from your kitchen counter and hold it behind your back.

He takes a look at your 4 day old pizza on your stove top and gags. “You and I both know I wouldn’t dare out well in prison.”

“So why the hell are you here?!” You say a little louder.

He turns to you suddenly and flips you around. In just a few seconds, he pins you against the wall with your cheek pressed against it and your hands behind your back.

You grunt as he presses in your back with your elbow.

“Did you know that you’ve been on my mind every night since that day?” He forces the knife out of your hand and trails the tip down the side of your face.

You wince as you anticipate it breaking your skin, but he only drags it down your neck delicately and watches goosebumps decorate your skin.

He flips you back around so you face him now, he looks down at your chest and breathes heavily over it. He still holds both of your wrists in his hand, clenching his fist around them tightly as you squeal.

“The way you smell, the way you feel, the way you taste...it’s all haunted me..I want you so badly..”

You blink rapidly. “If you want to kill me, why don’t you just do it already.”

Doyoung chuckles and hangs his head low.

“I’m here to ask you again...join me..live as I live and give up this boring life..” he licks long your neck as you struggle in his grasp.

You shake your head.

“No..I don’t want you..I don’t want to be a monster like you.”

He laughs as he smirks while watching your lips. His closeness to you makes you dizzy, but you try to remain firm.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m too old to be fooled, I know you have a recording of our little interview on your ipad..I know you don’t really need that recorder..so why did you invite me in?”

Your face falls. How did he know that you had a second audio recording saved to your iPad.

“Okay...fine, I wanted a reason to let you in..” you search his eyes.

He smiles and watches your lips.

“Oh? And now that I’m in, what else do you want?”

You pant and lick your lips. “I want..to feel what that woman felt..”

He kisses your neck. “Like this?” He whispers against your heated skin.

Your eyes close as your head falls back. “Yes..take me to my room..” you beg breathily.

He wraps his arms around you and by the time you open your eyes, you’re on your bed with your legs around his waist.

He grinds his covered member into you and listens to you moan.

He continues to kiss your neck and bite teasingly.

He licks over the warm area and moans. The cold touch of his fingertips makes you yearn for him more.

“This is what I missed, the taste of your beautiful skin..”

He looks down at you through wide eyes, he adores your lips and eyes, watching as you finally give in to him like he’s longed for.

He leans down and kisses your lips.

You reach above your head and place your hands under your pillow. You grab a specialized collar.

“Look at me, Doyoung.” You whisper in between kisses.

He releases your lips and looks up. You suddenly lock the collar around his throat.

He hisses, flying to the ceiling and grabbing at it in an attempt to take it off, but he has no luck.

The collar made of pure silver sends violent and painful shockwaves through his body whenever he touches it.

It tightens slowly to stop him from breathing.

His eyes grow. “What..what have you done to me?” He says as he dangles from the ceiling and looks down at you on the bed with a smile on your face.

“Oh Doyoung, you’re old but you still didn’t see this coming..” you chuckle, everything went as planned.

“Please...please stop this...” he reaches out for you as he gasps for air.

You stand up from the bed and look up at him.

“I’ll explain this quickly since you’ll be unconscious in about three minutes..”

He loses his grip from the ceiling, falling onto the bed limply.

“Do you remember a tall fellow that you bit one evening as he walked home from work?”

Doyoung groans in pain.

“I’ll take that as a no..” you continue. “Well, this victim’s name was Johnny, he owns Johnny’s Café and locked up kinda late that night when you found him. He became your prey and in the blink of an eye, was left to die in a dirty alleyway. No one was there to help him, no one…” your eyes start to water.

“He was my best friend..and you killed him. Or so I thought..you see, you made a grave mistake with this “murder.” You didn’t ensure his death by sucking until you heard the very last beat of his pulse. You got what you wanted and left him there with a faint pulse. He was able to pull his phone out and call me..I found him through Find My iPhone, and when I inspected his injuries..I realized that he had been attacked by a vampire.”

Doyoung’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he takes his final breaths.

“It was my first time seeing such a wound since I was young. Guess what, Doyoung? My family has hunted vampires since the beginning of time..my grandparents were sure that they had killed all of you in this city...but it seems we hadn’t, and Johnny’s attack is what brought this issue to my attention. Lucky for me, you fell right into my hands, making it easy for me to gain more information about your kind and the actual status of vampires in our city. I was ill-prepared for your hypnosis, however. That’s why I couldn’t lock you down the first time.”

You walk up to him and caress his pale face. You then yank his arm and drag him through your house and down to your basement.

You throw him down the stairs and walk down.

You both hear yelling and crying.

That’s when Doyoung sees him. That night starts to come back to him, the night when he attacked Johnny.

Johnny is chained to a wall in your basement. His hair is long and disheveled. He yells as he begs for food. His fangs stick out, he looks weak and terrified.

Doyoung gasps. “I didn’t mean for this to happen..”

“This is where he will have to stay, I can’t turn him in because he’s my best friend, but I also can’t kill him or set him free to murder innocent people like a maniac..I will fix him, I swear I will.”

You flip the lid off of a coffin and throw Doyoung into it after much effort. Luckily, he was quite weak from the collar already.

“Even though you turned my best friend into a monster, I am thankful to you for bringing all of your kind’s secrets to light. I will find each one, and I will kill them.” You smirk.

“Enjoy prison, you monster.”

Doyoung only smiles. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Hunting you will make for a lifetime of joy.”

You shut the lid over the coffin and nail it shut.

You drag the coffin upstairs using a pulley system then call the police to retrieve him.

—————

[2 Years Later]

You enjoy your life as a journalist once again. You gained wealth and notoriety for your interview with Doyoung. You also hunt and kill vampires that killed animals, you finally had used the training from your family to do so.

“I never thought you’d have to do this..” your mom said one day when you visited her for tea.

“I thought..we killed them all and kept you and the rest of our world safe.”

“They’re like roaches..they never die.” Your dad yelled from the living room.

“It is what it is..” you took a sip from your cup.

“But tell me, once one has changed...is there any way to turn them back?”

You thought of Johnny and how you had to watch him suffer now for the past two years. You loved him dearly and spent hours on the dark web searching for clues as to what to do, but nothing worked.

You didn’t tell your parents, for fear that they would tell you to kill him immediately or they’d do it themselves.

You wouldn’t give up on you, you just couldn’t.

The two of you were friends for her 10 years, how could you even think of killing him?

Your mother laughed. “Honey..we’ve tried everything, there’s no way…once they change, the hunger roars through them, making them impossible to tame.”

You nodded.

“What is it you're not telling me?” She tilted her head when she saw the look of worry in your eyes.

“Nothing, it’s just...some of these people are good people..I just wish we didn’t have to kill them..”

“People? They’re not people! They’re savages and self-centered barbarians! Don’t fall for it, all they do is lure in victims for their own gain. They have no conscience.” Your father walked into the dining room with a freshly carved stake.

“Here.” He hands it to you. “You kill those bastards without any thought in your head, they’re meant to seduce you, make you think that they’re innocent humans with beating and good hearts, but they’re not! Kill them before they kill us.”

You nod and take it from him.

—————

[1 Year Later]

You receive news that Doyoung has broken free from prison. No one knows of his whereabouts so all eyes turn to you.

“We can set up police around your place to keep watch if you’d like..” your boss tells you.“There’s a chance that he’ll come after you first.”

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.”

You weren’t scared at all, and having police around would only draw more attention to you than you needed. What if they heard Johnny in your basement? What if they saw you bringing in live rabbits in the middle of the night?

And if something were wrong, they’d eventually go into your basement only to find a series of hunting weapons and digging gear, for you always buried the vampires you killed deep in the woods.

You headed home and walked in slowly.

The air felt crisp and cool, the night sky peered in through your windows. You looked around and that’s when you noticed that one of them were open, the wind blowing the curtain that should’ve been drawn over it.

You hold your stake close to you and quickly walk over to it.

You slam it down shut and turn the lock, but by the time you turn back around to head to your room, you see Doyoung.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

He stands just a few feet away from you with blood dripping down his mouth and neck in a steady pool.

You step back and walk around in a circle.

Doyoung smirks and walks in a circle towards you too.

“You knew I would be here, and yet, you came home on time..are you not afraid of me?”

He chuckles and holds his arms out.

You raise your stake in front of you.

“Do I look like I’m afraid of you?”

Doyoung tilts his head and pouts. “I’m not sure, your heart is racing, the sweat on your forehead is building, your grip on the stake is weak..”

“I didn’t give you permission to come in..”

He shakes his head. “No no, you didn’t..but someone in this house did.”

Your steps falter for a moment and you swallow hard.

When you listen closely, you hear something happening in your kitchen.

Then your eyes widen when you realize.

“Johnny..”

You gasp and run into the kitchen.

Doyoung laughs loudly.

You scream when you see Johnny sucking blood from a woman’s neck in the middle of your kitchen.

“No!!!”

“I’ve missed you, my love...but I see you kept him around, locked up in the basement for fun..I used my senses to contact him and tell him to give me permission. You see, he doesn’t enjoy being locked up in your basement.”

Doyoung stands behind you and crosses his arms while leaning against the doorway.

“Johnny!! Stop this please, this isn’t you!” You try to shake him off of the woman but all Johnny sees is red. He has never had human blood before and now his eyes have been opened. You start to cry, your stake drops out of your hand.

“He can’t hear you, he’s enjoying what will now be his favorite meal in the kitchen.”

Doyoung grabs you by the neck and slams you against the wall. You yell out in pain.

“And here we are again, but this time we have some unfinished business, you and I...what should I do with you?”

You shake your head as he lifts your body nearly four feet off the ground while choking you.

“Please Doyoung, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have turned you in..please, just let me go, I’ll run far from here and leave the two of you alone to kill as you please.” Seeing Johnny like this leaves you broken. You can’t believe he’s free to live as a monster after all of your efforts to protect him.

“But running will only make me want you more, I enjoy this game that we play..”

“Doyoung…” you tap his wrist as it becomes difficult to breathe.

“Being choked isn't so nice, is it?”

“What..what do you want from me?”

“I want you, but I like that you’re a challenge, you make my life exciting, and now that I have you here, I want to let you go again just so I can watch you run.” He grins.

“You can shoot some arrows or throw a few stakes, how about it, y/n?”

“Fuck you! I’m not some toy!”

You try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Then take my offer..I’ll only ask one more time..will you give in to me?”

You start to shake your head, but Johnny rises up from the body on the floor. He runs his hands through his long black hair and licks his lips while panting.

“Y/n..I feel...amazing.” He smiles at you. Even after all these years of you feeding him small animals and keeping him locked up, he still looked at you with love.

You cry harder. “No..Johnny..please don’t give in, I can fix you, I’ll find a way to turn you back.”

He chuckles then steps closer to you. He already looks healthier with the heavy dose of human blood he just consumed. “And you’ve been searching relentlessly for this cure for how long now?”

Doyoung lets your body slide back down the wall as he loosens his grip.

“I’m so close, just trust me.”

“Y/n..Look at how happy he is, don’t you want to be happy too?”

“yes..join us..” Johnny traces his finger down the side of your face.

“No!” You suddenly push Doyoung off of you and dive to the floor for your stake.

You jump back up but Doyoung takes you into his arms.

“Is this what you want?! To die instead of being with your best friend forever?!”

You press the tip of the stake into his chest, you’re so close, but your mind doesn’t allow you to push harder.

“Do it! Kill me!” He doesn’t put you under hypnosis because he wants to see what your true desire is.

Doyoung watches your sad eyes as you struggle to stab him.

Him being so close to you makes you weak, you don’t know why, but you fall into him more.

You second guess everything and your will weakens more and more each second.

You lean forward and kiss Doyoung’s lips finally.

You relax into his arms as his tongue traces over your lips to enter.

You swallow back your disgust from the taste of blood on his lips and close your eyes. A rush runs through your body, it’s like you’re being commanded by waves at the beach, your body just enjoying the feeling of floating in his arms.

The stake falls out of your weak hands. Johnny comes up behind you, kissing your neck from behind while circling his arms around your waist.

If you could just distract them for a few more moments..you could catch them off guard, take them to your room and grab the stake under your pillow..just a few more minutes..

Then..a sharp pain makes you jolt. Your eyes fly open. Johnny’s fangs dig into your neck. He sucks hard while you groan.

“Johnny!” You cry out, but then you moan as a feeling of euphoria washes over your body. You feel amazing, your mind goes blank, a soft, tingly sensation makes you weak as blood rushed from your veins and to his mouth. You’re drunk from their love and you want more.

Doyoung continues to kiss your lips and smiles when he feels you finally giving in to him.

Your heartbeat drives him crazy, he just can’t stop thinking about how good you must taste, so he takes the two of you to your room and lays down beside you on your bed.

Your neck is bent backwards towards Johnny behind you still, your hard nipples covered by your dress are just begging for his mouth.

“Do you give in to me, dear?” His lustful voice echoes in your ear.

“Yes..” you whimper.

In one swift move, Doyoung tears your dress off and throws it to the floor. He licks your hard nubs passionately, darting his tongue out and playing around with them with the tip.

Johnny continues to suck slowly, his hand reaching to your front side. He placed two fingers in between your legs, swatting away your thighs so your legs open more.

You are enraptured by them, completely forgetting your plan. But it didn’t matter anyway, your fate was sealed the moment Johnny bit you. He would either suck you dry or leave you alive to turn into one of them.

A part of you feels regret, but another part has come to terms with your situation. Right now you were focused on the yearning in your chest that made you tremble and the building heat between your legs that needed to be tended to.

Without warning, Doyoung bites your breast and sucks hard after latching his lips around the nipple.

He groans as he listens to you yelp.

You run your hand through his hair. “Yes..that feels so good.” You felt like you were already climaxing with both men sucking your blood at the same time.

Johnny’s fingers push past the waistband of your underwear and presses against your folds.

Doyoung sucks harder, the taste of your blood is sweet and intoxicating, he never wants to stop.

You feel Johnny’s long fingers rub circles into your clit, your legs widen more as you ache for more. He lets go of your neck and nibbles your ear.

“Can I?” He asks seductively.

“Yes..” you bite your bottom lip, your body becoming more and more turned on from Doyoung’s mouth and Johnny’s touch.

You can feel Johnny’s hard member against your back as he pushes one finger into your throbbing opening, sliding it in effortlessly.

“You’re wet…” he pulls his finger out and places it into your mouth. You moan while licking his finger.

“So wet..” he then pushes two fingers in, your body flinches as he pumps in and out of your. Your head is dizzy, you felt that you’ve lost too much blood. You’re too weak and Doyoung feels it too.

He gives your breasts a few more kitten licks to clean up the blood on it, then looks into your eyes.

“How do you feel, my love?”

“I’m-I’m dizzy..” you moan shortly after as Johnny adds a third finger and presses upward while inside your pussy.

Doyoung smiles when he sees your low eyes. “It’s time for you to feed..”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

Doyoung uses his nail and digs a vertical line into his throat.

“Taste me..”

“N-no.” You shake your head.

“This is what you are now, y/n..just taste him and you’ll know..” Johnny whispers into your ear.

You stick your tongue out hesitantly and lick up the trail of blood on his neck. It tastes wonderful, amazing and different. You didn’t know what to describe it as but you felt that rush from earlier run through your body once more.

You lick again, this time, placing your mouth into the wound and actually sucking more blood out.

Doyoung groans while pushing his pants down and taking his member out. He strokes it up and down and pants as you suck hard. You can’t use your fangs yet, but the feeling is still magnificent for him as well.

You need more, a hunger builds in your body and you tilt over Doyoung more to apply pressure.

Johnny withdraws his fingers, allowing you to completely kneel over Doyoung’s lap now.

He lays flat on the bed and watches you mount him. You look beautiful naked, like a goddess. Your eyes are wide with hunger and desire and he’s happy to be at the center of it all. He aligns his cock with your opening, watching as you slide down onto it slowly while wincing.

You breathe heavily and lean forward so you can suck his neck again. You place your hands on either side of his head and move up and down slowly, your body already clenching around him as he fills you up completely.

Johnny wraps his hand around his aching cock and strokes it as you ride Doyoung.

Your body becomes cold even as you sweat from the constant movement.

Your mind is flooded with sounds of Johnny’s moans coupled with the new sound of blood rushing through Doyoung’s veins and into your mouth.

He guides you down onto him by placing both hands on your ass. You push down onto him harder and faster, moving your hips so that his cock curves into you and presses against that spot every time.

You whimper as your movements stutter.

Doyoung flips you over onto your back, he watches your mouth, covered in blood, fall open into a loud moan. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you want to cum.” Doyoung says with an evil smirk across his face covered in your blood now.

He thrusts into you hard and places both hands on your knees. He pushes them further apart and watches as he slams himself into you.

“Johnny..she feels so good..she’s just like you imagined for all these years..”

“But how does she taste?” Johnny strokes himself faster as he aims for your breast.

“Her blood tastes sweeter than any berry, and her pussy? Well, you’ll just have to try that yourself.” He goes faster, so fast you can only feel a satisfying vibration that stimulates your clit.

You throw your head back. “Fuck..Doyoung..”

“Do you want me to stop?” He stops suddenly to tease you.

“No no no no, keep going..please!” You beg in a high pitched tone almost embarrassingly.

He resumes his speed, watching your hands grip the sheets and your eyes roll in the back of your head as you cum.

Doyoung grunts and releases inside you.

He milks himself out completely as you shake from your orgasm. You see stars and entire galaxies, a feeling washing over you like no other feeling.

You gasp and watch Doyoung pull out. He moves to the side while watching his cum leaks out of your entrance.

Johnny then flips your limp body over. He wraps and arm around your waist and pulls you against his hard cock. You’re sensitive so you cry out from suddenly being pushed into by his long member.

He grabs your hair and bends your neck backward before biting into it to suck more of your blood. Your overwhelming sensitivity soon fades away and your climax starts to build again, the feeling in the pit of your stomach becoming nearly unbearable once more.

Johnny’s nails dig into your waist, slamming your ass against his hips as he reaches your depths over and over. He goes crazy from the feeling of your silky walls tightening around his cock. He wants to bury his cum so deep inside your pussy, that it leaks for days. And your sweet blood, he could drink it forever, he could drink you dry.

But Doyoung won’t allow that. “That’s enough..she’ll pass out if we take any more.”

Johnny stops drinking but grunts as he goes harder and faster.

Your knees make an indent in the mattress, you hold onto Doyoung’s hands for support as your mouth falls open.

“Fuck…” all you can mutter are curse words as Johnny destroys you.

Doyoung kneels in front of you, his intimidating cock sticking out hard once again.

He strokes it.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. You had to taste him, again. You craved him.

With low eyes, you maintain eye contact as he fills your mouth and hits the back of your throat. You flatten your tongue, licking the underside of it. You press your tongue hard against every vein then kiss the tip once he pulls back out.

He pushes back in faster this time, listening to you gag and watching as tear up.

You moan to send vibrations through his body. Doyoung throws his head back and mutters “shit..”

You gag again but breathe through your nostrils.

Johnny presses into you one more time before shooting milky strings across your walls. He pants while cursing then lowers himself so that he can taste you from behind. He licks up all the slick that has escaped and sticks his tongue in as deep as possible.

The night went on for hours as you switched positions and brought each other to paradise too many times to count.

You collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep once the three of you were done.

———-

[The Next Morning]

For the first time, sunlight burnt your eyes and made you suffocate. You tried to jump up from the bed, but then you noticed that your legs and arms were tied to a bed that wasn’t yours. You looked around and saw that you were on it by yourself.

Where was Johnny? Where was Doyoung? Why did you feel a burning hunger in your chest?

You recognized the smell of an old building and looked above you. It looked like you were in some sort of castle. You were covered in a thin white sleeping gown that you didn’t recognize either.

“Doyoung!! Johnny!!”

A door in the corner of the room opens and in walks Doyoung with a smirk across his face and something in his hand.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Doyoung..please, I don’t feel good.” You strain against the chains.

Your eyes widen when you realize what dangles from his grasp.

Johnny’s head..

“No!!!!” You scream loudly.

“Oh, like music to my ears..” Doyoung chuckles and dangles the head above your body.

He sees your body through the thin fabric, your breasts and perfect curves, the warmth between your legs that he missed so badly. He almost regretted his decision.

He bit his lip and watched you struggle.

“Doyoung!! Why?!” You sob.

“Because you’re mine, you can’t be his too!”

Doyoung walks back over to the door and chucks the head outside.

He walks back over to you. “Well, now that we know what happened to Johnny, we need to discuss what’ll happen to you.”

“What did you do to me?!” You say through gritted teeth.

“Actually..it was Johnny that turned you..not me, but I made sure to kill him this time.”

Your face fell. This was exactly what Doyoung wanted. He lured you in by using Johnny, then he got Johnny to change you. They both seduced you to crowd your mind and make you too filled with lust to care. And now, you turned into the very thing that you hated the most.

“Now you realize…” Doyoung nods and strokes the side of your face.

“I couldn’t just let you get away with exposing my secrets and putting me in jail..I mean, the sex was amazing, so amazing, but I still couldn’t let you get away with it.”

You shake your head. “Please..I’m yours, I’ll do anything. I always wanted to be yours but I was too stubborn.”

“And the stake under your pillow? Would you have used it against me?” He pouts.

“No! I was going to love you.”

“Love me? A monster?”

“Doyoung please!!”

“This is your prison now...and when you are free, look for me, I’ll be waiting for you, my love..” he walks out and leaves you alone still tied to the bed.

————

[3 Days Later]

You finally break your chains with your new strength. You run out of the room, but find that you are in an old castle. When you run through the destroyed halls and into the courtyard, you see nothing but ocean.

Doyoung left you on the notorious Gil-Eul Castle, a mansion on a secluded island that was hundreds of miles from the nearest coast. It was known as the meeting grounds for vampires long ago, but your family along with other hunters destroyed it, planting bombs in the form of air strikes to kill everyone inside.

You yelled into the sky and ran around rampantly, searching for anything to eat.

You felt like you were going insane without blood. You were literally burning from the inside out because of the lack of blood in your system.

————

[20 Years Later]

You survived the last 20 years off of fish and rats. You never stopped thinking about Doyoung and how you’d get your revenge. You’d kill him slowly, make him suffer like you had, and even though you didn’t look any older, you felt tired and weak from watching the years fly by in a broken castle.

Until one day..a ship approaches the building. You watch from above as several construction workers all onto the island.

You lurk in the shadows and wait until one of them has strayed away from the group.

The man turns around when he feels that he is being followed, but sees nothing.

He turns back around and continues walking.

You reach out from a hallway and grab him by the collar. You feed on him quickly then do the same with the other men. One by one, you kill each man to quench your plentiful years of undying thirst.

But you’re not dumb, you save one of the men so that he can bring you back to your country. The man tells you that they had planned to clear the island and build a resort.

You take your tattered dress off and shower in the bathroom on board. You break down in tears when you feel warm water and soap on your skin for the first time in twenty years. You were finally free.

You find a set of clothes set aside by the workers and put them on. It’s a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that’s not the right size, but it’ll have to work for now.

Once home, you hypnotize the man that brought you back.

“Tell them your team was attacked, you were the only one that survived. It was a man with fangs and pale skin. His name is Doyoung.”

The man nods, then walks off the ship and heads for the police station.

You, on the other hand, go in the opposite direction.

You thought about visiting your parents and letting them know that you were okay, but what would they say now that you were a vampire? Would they try to kill you?

You weren’t sure, so you continued walking to his mansion.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus, you knew that all vampires were connected and that if you tried hard enough, you could sense where he was.

It didn’t take long before you heard his voice. It was coming from an apartment about 10 miles away.

Of course he stayed in a nearby city.

You knocked on his door and waited for him to answer.

With round glasses on, he opened the door and smiled widely. “I knew you’d find me..”

“Invite me in.” Your voice was stern.

Doyoung nodded. “Of course.”

“Are you here to kill me?” He walks behind you.

“Yes.”

“Then go ahead.”

You turn to him.

“Why did you do this to me?”

“Life is pretty boring for an old man like me..I wanted to do something different.” He sits on the couch, then pats his thigh. “One last time before I say goodbye. I’ve missed you..”

You scoff. “You never came back, so I couldn’t really tell.”

“You were in solitary confinement, what could I do?”

You walk over to him and sit on his lap.

He placed his hands onto your ass and brought your body down onto his pelvis.

“Did you miss me?”

“No..”

He bucks into your clothes opening, brushing his hard member against it. “Are you sure?”

You bite your bottom lip, then reach to your back and pull out your stake.

You had made it with materials from the burnt down castle. You even engraved your initials into it, knowing that you’d use it to kill him.

“Yes..”

He smirks and licks his lips. “Are you ready?”

“Why aren't you scared?” Your brows furrow.

He chuckles. “I’ve been anticipating this moment for quite some time actually.”

You shake your head. “That’s not fair, this is too easy.”

He flips you over onto your back and suddenly you’re in his room and lying on his bed with him in between your legs. “And would you rather I make it difficult for you? Are you sure you want to wait another 20 years?”

You whimper as he commands your needy body effortlessly.

He grinds down into you. “If you won’t be mine willingly, then I would rather die..so are you ready, my love?”

You pause for a moment.

“Absolutely.” You press the stake into his chest, watching as his final breath leaves his beautiful lips.

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caitybug · 4 years ago

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It may be February but... why not haha.

Below the cut, organized in chronological order, are the fics I wrote in 2020! All put into one place :D. Thank you to everyone who read, kudos’d, commented, beta’d, and supported my writing. It was my first ever year writing fanfiction, and I am so thankful for all the friends I’ve made because of it.

<3 <3

If Not For You

Word count: 92,461 Chapters: 36 Rating: M

Summary:

Simon was born and raised in the midwest, and he thinks he has his life figured out. He has a girlfriend that he feels happy with, is excited to drive for his junior year, and can't wait to get away from his father when he goes away for school.

However, this all changes when his mom dies and he is carted to the east coast to start at a boarding school. Simon then has to deal with having a roommate (who hates him), living with his mother's death, and wanting to be anywhere but where he is.

To add to it all, one day he gets a strange phone call, and he wonders if his mother's death was really an accident at all.

author’s note:

This was my first like actual fic. And my first try at writing something. This fic will always have a special place in my heart because it helped lead me to all the amazing people I now call friends <3

Not only that but it was a bit of therapy for me. (Self insert? In MY fanfiction? More likely than you’d think!)

Anyway, whenever someone comments, leaves kudos, or otherwise acknowledge that the fic exists I get emotional haha. I also have like three playlists for it too haha.

The Heist

Word Count:7456 Rating:T

Summary:

It's the fourth year of the Halloween heist, and Baz is determined to win. He thinks he has it all planned, that he knows Simon Snow through and through.

Despite this, somehow Simon still manages to surprise him.

author’s note:

b99 AU bahaha. Need I say more??

Pay Your Fines, Snow

Word Count: 1524 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz Pitch works at the local library every summer. He's annoyed at kids who run around, people who don't follow directions, and Simon Snow- who can't pay a fine on time.

author’s note

This fic was the first of the fics that sparked all my crazy prompts haha. It was so much fun to do!

There is a wonderful podfic of this made by the amazing and beautiful @xivz, and it also has art now by @peachpit-gabe!! Go check it out here.

A Rebirth

Word Count: 3374 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon and Baz need to finish their presentation for their Art History class. However, Baz also got pulled into watching his younger siblings for the weekend.

Frozen 2, chicken nuggets, sword fights, and themes of Renaissance.

author’s note

I wrote this for the amazing @krisrix as a prompt! It was so much fun to do and I legit wrote the whole thing in like one afternoon and had it looked over and posted it haha. I still feel bad because Kris legit asked for babies and I kicked the babies out at the beginning of the fic LOL.

Coming Together in Three Parts

Word Count: 4639 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Three snippets of their lives after Wayward Son.

author’s note:

The summary definitely leaves a lot to be imagined haha. But I decided to pull a @ninemagicks and give a metaphor of threes and I love yous. So it’s three lovely stages after Wayward Son. There’s the I Love You, the moving in, and then a marriage proposal. I was fairly proud of this! And I did this as an exchange fic as well.

The Three Acts of a Wizard

Word Count: 6439 Rating: T

Summary:

Today, Baz is giving Simon a reprieve (or, that's what he is telling Simon.)

Cue a removal of cursed body parts, a grumpy fireplace who *knows* what is happening, and a shrill frizzy-haired friend threatening to poison some scones.

(this is a remix fic for @ninemagicks HMC AU YWSAFS

author’s note:

I wrote this for Nena’s birthday in the summer! Their friendship has meant the world to me, and this story is what I think gave me the gall courage to message them and harass them with 2k word comments/metas haha. If you’ve not read their fic, make sure to do so!

Heaven is a Place on Earth

Word Count: 12,711 Rating: M Chapters: 5 Summary:

Five hours each week. That's all Simon and Baz get.

But we know that's all they need to fall in love...

A San Junipero AU

author’s note:

This fic idea came to me randomly and I literally wrote it in a week. I love it so much, and despite being MCD I think it’s still generally happy (I mean.. they do end up together??) Idk, it has a special place in my heart. And I made @krisrix read Baz with an american accent so... win win haha.

(Un)Sexy Saturday

Word Count: 6157 Rating: M/E Chapters: 9 (they’re different stories each chapter.)

Summary:

Summaries vary by chapter. Overall it’s just a collection of silly stories where sex gets interrupted.

author’s note:

Honestly this series was so fun to do. I need to continue it sometime! From beauty blender butt plugs, to swingers, to garlic allergies... it just makes me laugh haha.

5 Times Simon Wanted a Fistbump, and the 1 Time He Finally Got It

Word Count: 5489 Rating: T Chapters: 6

Summary:

Simon Snow hasn't had a lot of friends in his life. He has Penny, who is great, of course. He has Baz (but does he count as a friend?)

So now, seeing Shepard, he's got a chance at a friend. A bro of sorts.

Simon sees the final hurdle in their friendship to be a fist bump. A simple signal of their friendship.

But how long is it going to take to get it??

5 + 1 Yearning for a Fist Bump.

author’s note:

Simpard. Friendship. And art by @nick-eyre?? Perfection.

A Goblin’s Skull, Maccies, and a Door Handle

Word Count: 2017 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow wakes up in a building he doesn't know, tied up and blindfolded.

Luckily his best bro Shepard is there too.

author’s note:

Wrote this as a little bday treat for @nick-eyre :D. Decided to give Simon a friend who would also lust after goblins with him haha.

One Word, Four Letters, A Lifetime's Worth of Pain: IKEA

Word Count: 2428 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz comes home and notices the house is suspiciously quiet.

When he finds Simon, surrounded by unfinished pieces of furniture, he can't help but ask... why?

Author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @foolofabookwyrm! She is an absolute gem and has never been to IKEA, but now I hope she understands the struggle of building IKEA furniture haha.

The Beat of My Heart

Word Count: 2230 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon is kneeling on the ground, waiting for Baz to come home.

He has a question. One he's wanted to ask for a while.

author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @krisrix! A little proposal fic for the rat king <3 <3

Out of My Mind

Word Count: 10876 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Baz and Simon are living their lives, domestic and content. They have a nine-year-old daughter, a Sunday morning routine, and plans to be alone for the first time for a while.

But when a girl who is growing into her powers reads something she shouldn't, they get into a predicament they don't expect.

author’s note:

This was a COE gift for @krisrix! Body Swap! Parents! Married! I tried to do it all for him haha. 2020 was really the year where I was like yeah, let’s write Kris a million fics. And honestly—wouldn’t have it any other way.

Imposter vs Crewmates

Word Count: 754 Rating: T

Summary:

Everyone has their quarantine coping strategies.

Simon tried to bake bread.

Baz watched Twilight.

But Penelope...

She introduced the gang to Among Us.

author’s note:

Look. I’ve no excuses for this lolol. Just thought it’d be silly :D.

The Ethics of Wanting You

Word Count: 1417 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow realized recently that he has a crush on Baz.

Penny suggested he find reasons to spend more time with him, so he suggests a study session for their ethics exam the following day.

(It doesn't go as planned, but the result is very much worth it.)

author’s note:

Birthday gift for @peachpit-gabe <3 <3. Just a cute one shot with snowbaz.

Pumpkin, Let’s Make a Patch

Word Count: 2516 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow is trying to create a neighborhood pumpkin patch.

Baz, unknowingly, rips the pumpkins out of his front lawn.

(How will he make it up to him?)

author’s note:

This was done for the COC. I based it off this cute tiktok series with this kid who rode around on his skateboard and plants pumpkins around his neighborhood.

Weathering the Storm

Word Count: 2248 Rating: T

Summary:

Shepard was nine when he first met a boy he'd learn was Simon Snow.

He was in a ditch crying, and Shepard wasn't sure what to make of him.

This boy lived in his mind until he saw him again years later.

And today, when there's a storm unlike any other in London, he knows who must be at the center of it.

author’s note:

Honestly. This is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. IDK. It’s so short but... I love it. And if you like to listen to fics— @bloodiedpixie did a phenomenal podfic of it! And @nick-eyre did AMAZING art for it too <3.

New Beginnings

Word Count: 2090 Rating: T

Summary:

It's the first New Years Eve after the Christmas that changed everything.

After Simon Snow and Baz kissed.

After they defeated the humdrum.

After the Mage's death.

But, as many of us do, it's time to take the New Year as an opportunity to begin anew.

author’s note:

Part of a server exchange I did for @knitbelove :D.

And, all of the prompts I’ve yet to put on ao3... lolol

#2020 masterpost #Caity did fanfiction #Caity does fanfiction #still #but wow I really DID that y'all #i wrote over 250k last year #YIKES #damn #anyway #this has been great #love you all

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ofxdiamonds · 3 years ago

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[ zendaya & she/her / cisfemale ] watch out, [ diamond bellevue ] has crash-landed into roswell !! they look [ 22 years old ] and celebrate their birthday on [ december 15th ]. they are from [ new york city ], reside in [ moonbeam gardens ] and are currently working as a [ model / entrepreneur ]. one thing you should know about them is that [ she travels a lot for her work ].

trigger warnings: mention of drugs, drinking, eating disorder & mental illness

- B A S I C -

FULL NAME: Diamond Nathalia Bellevue NICKNAME(S): Dime, Di or Dia AGE: 22 OCCUPATION: Model / Entrepreneur. She is a businesswoman, through and through - starting at eighteen, she’s been buying and reselling high fashion and beauty products online, and as of recently she’s now the proud owner of SWAG Dance Studio, and is a well-known fashion-content influencer and creator on social media. BIRTHDAY: December 15th ZODIAC: Sagittarius HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

- F A M I L Y -

FATHER: (Adopted) Winston Bellevue MOTHER: (Adopted) Betty Bellevue SIBLINGS: (Adopted) Four older siblings (between the ages of 26 - 40) CHILDREN: 13-month old son, Andre

PETS: - A Doberman puppy - Cicero

- A P P E A R A N C E -

HEIGHT: 5′10′’ WEIGHT: 120 lbs HAIR COLOR / TYPE: Dark brown / Naturally curly. She sometimes straightens it EYE COLOR: Dark Hazel

- P E R S O N A L I T Y -

(+) Independent, Gregarious, Clever, Ambitious, Resourceful (-) Unrestrained, Wild, Impulsive, Reckless, Sarcastic

She is definitely ambitious and inarguably intelligent, and can find solutions to pretty much any problem she comes across. Yet at the same time, she can also be quite reckless and selfish, and is still very much a child in a lot of ways...which is kind of concerning for her family and loved ones, since she has a kid of her own to take care of.

She parties, drinks and does drugs often, yet still she somehow manages to be responsible enough in her day to day life, taking her work and the care of her son very seriously. Despite her reckless and unrestrained nature, Dime loves Dante dearly and wants only the best for him.

- L I K E S -

Spending time with her son, and their dog, Cicero

Dancing

Exploring different hobbies

Working Out / Going to the gym / Going on hikes and runs

Partying & Drinking

Doing Drugs

Engaging in Flings

Shopping

Photography

- B I O G R A P H Y -

Originally from New York City.

Was born to a teenaged drug addict, and was put up for adoption the second she was born, only to be adopted a few short months later by Winston and Betty Bellevue, an older English couple in their late forties from the Upper East Side of Manhattan who had lived in London with four older children, up until a few years ago when they decided to relocate to New York.

Her father was one of the top cosmetic surgeons in the state of New York, while her mother was a leading patent attorney.

She had a great relationship with her parents, and though her siblings were significantly older than she was, she was still quite close to each and every one of them as well...despite some strong and even sometimes clashing personalities and views. They tended to be overly judgmental at times, particularly with Diamond, given that she was the baby of the family and due to her impulsive life choices. It often annoyed the hell out of her.

She was born with NAS, thanks to her birth mother, and later on when she was just a few years old, she was diagnosed with Bipolar, ARFID and a mild case of OCD.

Dime has always had an aversion to food, starting from infancy and that worried her parents greatly, because she pretty much refused most forms of food. She was diagnosed with ARFID in her youth, but it’s since turned into a full on eating disorder. She hardly eats anything, even when she feels hungry, but when she does, it’s only ever the bare minimum. Her appetite is just non-existent, and she wholeheartedly blamed her medication for a lot of it (though that’s just the excuse she uses to dismiss any concerns).

Despite her weak mental and physical health, though, Diamond led a pretty normal and happy life in Manhattan, with her family.

She was a major hobbyist, even as a child, and so she was always bouncing from one activity to another, easily bored with thing once she’d mastered it and always wanting to try new and exciting things. Dancing, vocal lessons, piano and violin lessons, painting, scrapbooking, journaling, photography, needlework...you name it, she’s very likely dabbled in it.

Dancing, painting and an interest in photography were things she still maintained an interest in. At the age of five, her parents put her in her first dance class and she fell in love with it. She learned ballet first, but quickly grew to love contemporary hip-hop, and to this day, she still danced and could have potentially went professional if the love for modeling hadn’t taken over her life.

She was first introduced to modeling at the age of nine, when she was scouted while in the mall with her mother, and after getting her parents’ consent, Dime was allowed to be signed to the agency and soon she began work as a child model. She absolutely loved it.

Of course, being a child model couldn’t last forever and once she reached 18, she discovered that it was harder and harder to find modeling work, and that the industry was one tough son of a bitch.

More than a little discouraged but not ready to give up on her dream altogether, Diamond decided to attend NYU Stern’s Fashion & Luxury MBA program while also continuing to book whatever work she could get within the city. During this time, in between her classes and the drugs and parties she began to indulge in, she started her first ever business, which was buying and reselling fashion and beauty products online. She’s still doing that to this day.

While in her second year at school, she met an older gentleman by the name of Jared, who worked as a bartender at one of the local clubs that she often went to with her friends. Although never officially calling what they had a ‘relationship’, that didn’t stop them from sleeping with one another quite frequently. It was a casual thing, and it didn’t mean much to her - she just liked the sex and the free drugs and booze he’d often provided her with.

At the age of 19, Diamond discovered that she was pregnant. When she told Jared about the pregnancy, she completely rejected the idea that he was the father, which did not come as much of a shock to her. He’d always been a douchebag, and she kind of expected it. Even so, she was still hurt by it, but refused to show it.

Pretending that she hadn’t been hurt by the rejection and being called a liar, Dime simply shrugged and moved on - after all, it wasn’t like she loved Jared or wanted anything from him in the long run. In fact, she very likely wouldn’t have even bothered to tell him about the baby at all, if it weren’t for her family encouraging her that it was the right thing to do.

Throughout her pregnancy and even after the birth of her son, Andre, Diamond continued going to school, determined to get her degrees. Having a baby young - though not something she had expected - didn’t at all deter her ambitions; in fact, it only drove her to work harder and smarter, wanting to secure some sort of financial success and security in order to raise her son and give him a good life. Much like the one she’d had with her own parents.

She was proud of the fact that her online business was doing exceptionally well with how profitable it really was, and that she no longer had to rely on her parents to fund her; she was now financially independent and that felt beyond amazing.

She also became a successful online influencer, doing modeling, makeup and fashion-related content on Instagram, Youtube and TikTok.

With no luck of getting the kind of modeling work she really wanted in the Big Apple, the dream to become a full time fashion model slowly died over time. Quite saddened upon coming to the realization that it just wasn’t in the cards for her, the young single mother turned her focus on her next big dream: becoming an entrepreneur. Already with one successful business under her belt, Diamond knew it was the right choice in the end.

Once she was finished with her schooling, where she earned degrees in Fashion Business and Marketing, Diamond decided to move from New York to Roswell, New Mexico, to stay with her oldest brother, who’d moved there a few years prior, until she and Andre were comfortably settled and she could find a place on her own.

With her own hard earned money, she was able to buy a building in downtown Roswell and spent a few months renovating it, before only just recently opening her own dance studio, called SWAG Dance Studio.

Despite only just getting her studio up and running, Diamond already had plans for several more future business endeavors that she would likely implement in the coming few years, ever the ambitious young woman that she was.

Still, Diamond never stopped modeling whenever the opportunity of a good job came her way. She traveled constantly - nationally and internationally - and so, had a nanny for Andre and when they weren’t available, her brother would watch him.

- W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S -

Oldest Adopted Brother - Diamond and her son Andre are currently staying at his home in Moonbeam Gardens. Suggested FC: Tom Hiddleston | Age: 37-40

Other (Older) Siblings (who are also adopted) - There are three other siblings, all older than Diamond but younger than her eldest brother. All of them are adopted, so ethnicity isn’t an issue. Suggested FCs: Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Zoe Kravitz, Gemma Chan, Emilia Clarke, Luke Pasqualino - but I’m more than open to other suggestions! (They’d all be between the ages of 26 - 36).

Best Friend(s)

Casual Friend(s)

People she can get high with (i.e., party friends, bad influences, etc.)

Drinking Buddies - people she can rely on to always be up for going out bar hopping or clubbing with. Kind of ties in with the bad influences and party friends.

Dancing or Workout Buddies - She loves to go dancing (she’s a trained dancer) and working out, either at the gym or going on hikes and long walks, so it would be fun to have someone she can go with.

Rivals / Enemies / Frenemies

Neighbors of Moonbeam Gardens

Babysitter / Nanny / Daycare - for Andre

Love Interests and / or Flings & One-Nighters - She’s got a thing for older men, so it would be fun to explore that a bit, in either a serious or casual fashion.

#roswellintro

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feel-the-sunset · 4 years ago

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Always (WYEL)

Summary: After three long years, the lovers met again.

Pairing: Han Tae Joo x Kang Gook

Genre: boyfriend au, fluff, smut

Warnings: mature content, first kiss, a lot of kissing, swearing, first time, handjobs, anal fingering, anal sex, flashbacks, childhood memories, mentions of death and angels

Word count: 13.1k

A/N: hello there! I fell in love with this amazing serie, the cast, the plot, everything, and I was SO happy about the happy ending. Deep down we all wanted more than just one kiss (and we all want that second season dammit) so I decided to make a scenario of what could've happened after the last episode, 8. But before that...

Fact one: I haven’t written a lot of fanfics, I’m more of a reading type of person. Fact two: this is my first time EVER writing anything in here, so I still don’t have any idea what I should do, but I’ll get there haha. Fact three: my native language is finnish, so after writing I translated this to english. Fact four: my first time writing a smut scene, let’s see how it goes.

I hope you’ll like this and that this heals your after-serie-ends-depression even a little bit.

The final lines used from episode 8 are found from Vimeo.

Written by feel-the-sunset. Do not repost, translate or edit! I also posted this on ao3: feel_the_sunrise.

There are times when people say time goes by quickly. When you're working and notice the year changes to the next one. When you're waiting for specific day or event for months and months and it finally arrives. When you go through the photos you've taken and find out you took them months ago. Where all that time went, you might think.

But when you don’t know when the important person to you will come back, time won’t go by quickly. It seems to stop. Days and months always move on to the next, but it feels like you’re living the same days over and over again.

Three years. 36 months. 1095 days. It's a long time to miss someone. Too long. Especially when all that time you're unable to contact that person. No calls, messages, photos, emails. Nothing. How do people cope with it? How do they live with it? How can they wait for something they have no knowledge of coming true? Does that feeling of longing ever make it easier? Perhaps. Or perhaps not.

As Kang Gook's eyes lingered in the sleeping boy lying beside him, he knew he was able to make it because of love. After three long years, Tae Joo was finally in his arms. He belonged there, had always belonged. It had required for Kang Gook for a long time to admit that to himself. There had been a lot of obstacles along the way. And someone...

Tae Joo's father knew nothing about his return to Korea. Tae Joo didn’t even know how his father was doing. Kang Gook didn't know either. Shortly after Tae Joo left, he had no longer needed to work as a bodyguard, so he had resigned and moved to work at Hye Min’s mother’s restaurant. The new environment with people who were close to him had made him feel better.

Tae Joo had always been on his mind. What was he doing right now? Did he eat enough? Did he sleep well? Was he safe? Many questions had rotated in his mind. Although the bodyguard title had been history right after he left, Kang Gook wasn't able to do nothing for his feelings. He would always be, to some extent, the bodyguard of Tae Joo.

Tae Joo moved in his sleep closer to Kang Gook. He slept peacefully, one hand under the pillow, the other on Kang Gook's chest. It was already past midnight, but Kang Gook couldn't sleep. He was afraid to close his eyes. What if all this was just a dream? What if after waking up Tae Joo was no longer by his side, but still in England? What if his return hadn't really happened? He didn’t want to lose him a second time.

Slowly, Kang Gook placed his hand on top of Tae Joo's, gently stroking his warm hand with his thumb. Kang Gook couldn't help but smile a little. It was all real. Tae Joo really was there. He really had been there.

"You had your location tracking turned off."

Wait a minute. What? That voice... It couldn't be. No way.

Kang Gook turned his gaze towards the voice he had heard, and noticed a familiar person sitting near him. The person got up from the swing and walked closer to the water that opened calmly in front of them.

"Why did you come here, all miserable?"

Kang Gook couldn't take his eyes off him. Han Tae Joo. Was it really him? Or was he dreaming? Did he really see Tae Joo standing in front of him? After the person turned his gaze to Kang Gook, he took off his cap. At that moment, Kang Gook's eyes brightened. It really was him!

“You’ve gotten more handsome.” Tae Joo commented. That smile on his lips made the butterflies in Kang Gook's stomach flutter.

"Are you going to Japan? I told you to find another rice cake place. Why are you running away?" Tae Joo asked with his soft voice.

God, how much Kang Gook had missed that voice.

Kang Gook couldn't speak. It was as if the cat had taken his tongue. It all felt so unreal. Like a dream. Was the person he saw in front of him really real? He didn't know what to say. His head was full of questions.

Kang Gook got up from the swing and walked closer to Tae Joo. The closer he walked, the stranger he felt. Was three years really passed? Had Tae Joo finally come back to him?

"You took your time coming." Kang Gook replied as he stood in front of Tae Joo. He hadn't changed in any way. Those beautiful brown eyes looked at him in exactly the same way as they did three years ago. The smile on his reddened lips hadn't lost its influence.

"You have to run away together with me. It was our wish." Tae Joo said, and Kang Gook couldn't agree more.

Kang Gook had so much to say to Tae Joo. He wanted Tae Joo to know how much he had missed him. His presence, voice, smile, laughter. Late night bouts, the time together. His warm body against his own. Everything.

For some reason, not a word came out of his mouth. It was hard for him to believe that Tae Joo really stood in front of him, as handsome as ever.

Kang Gook’s train of thoughts were stopped by the hand of Tae Joo, which moved to brush his earlobe. It did its job. Like every time. Relaxed. Suddenly everything was really clear. Kang Gook knew how to express his feelings in the best possible way, so in one quick motion, he pulled Tae Joo into a long kiss from his neck.

For a long time Kang Gook had wondered how kissing Tae Joo would feel. How his lips would feel against his own. But now that he finally dared to do it, it was more than he could've imagined. Tae Joo responded immediately to the kiss. Tae Joo's lips were plump, so soft. Their lips snapped together like two puzzle pieces. The lip balm Tae Joo used mixed with their kiss, making it sweeter. It was all true. Perfect.

Kang Gook finally kissed the man he had wanted to kiss for so long. His first kiss. After 18 years of friendship, Kang Gook finally dared to show his feelings in a way he had long dreamed of.

After a while, they parted from the kiss. There was a tender, loving smile playing on both of their lips. Kang Gook felt Tae Joo's warm breath against his lips. His lips were moist from the kiss and a little redder. He wanted to kiss him again. And so he did.

They closed their eyes at the same time. This time there was more power in the kiss. Longing. They both wanted to tell with a kiss how much they had missed the other. For three years both had been waiting for this moment, and now that moment was finally there.

Kang Gook didn't want to let go of Tae Joo. His grip on the boy's neck tightened, as did the grip on his waist. He felt Tae Joo's hands wrap tighter around him. Time seemed to stop. There were only them.

The oxygen was running out, and even if neither wanted to separate from the kiss, in order to be able to kiss again in the future, they had to separate from the kiss. The hands remained around the other. Brown eyes looked at the other brown ones.

"I missed you." Kang Gook said. It was actually a mild expression. Nothing in the world would ever properly express how much he had missed Tae Joo by his side. Not even those three words.

"I missed you too. So much." Tae Joo said. Kang Gook was able to see tears in Tae Joo's eyes. He had always hated to see the boy cry, 'cause it usually meant he wasn’t feeling okay. Tae Joo’s happiness and well-being were more important than his own happiness and well-being. It always had been.

Kang Gook wrapped his arms tightly around Tae Joo, letting him bury his face to his neck. Tae Joo’s hair smelled like vanilla, mixed with his own scent. That scent was the same one that had smelled on their bed sheets long after Tae Joo had left. During the nights, when Kang Gook had missed Tae Joo next to him, he had buried his face in his pillow, and allowed himself to cry. He never cried. But because of Tae Joo, he cried. After a few days, that scent had disappeared from the sheets. From the clothes Tae Joo hadn't taken with him.

But now, when that boy in his arms had come back with that charming scent, Kang Gook was sure. He was head over heels in love with the boy in his arms.

After a long wait, those sheets finally smelled like the boy whom Kang Gook couldn't take his eyes off. That young man looked like a little boy while sleeping. So adorable. Kang Gook couldn't believe that even earlier today he had packed his bags to go to Japan to get over Tae Joo.

It all seemed ridiculous now. How could've he been able to do something that was completely impossible? How had he even been able to think about getting over the man he loved when he had promised to come back? Kang Gook wanted to kick himself. He would never give up when it came to Tae Joo.

Kang Gook didn’t know how long he had been awake, but he needed some water. Carefully, he moved Tae Joo's hand from his chest, pushed the blanket aside, and got out of the bed.

Since Kang Gook no longer worked for Tae Joo's father, he also no longer lived under his roof. Tae Joo’s father had always paid him well for being a bodyguard, even though he had never been interested in the amount of money. With that money, however, he had been able to rent himself a cute, small apartment near Seoul, yet far from Tae Joo’s father. He had not wanted to run into him or his men. His apartment was suitable for him, but not permanent. It was meant to be only temporary. And now that Tae Joo had come back, Kang Gook had begun to rethink his future. But what could he think of? That was the biggest question.

He and Tae Joo hadn't talked properly about anything after coming back to his apartment. What was going to happen now? What was the situation between them? Had Tae Joo come back to stay permanently? Will Tae Joo be a part of his future? He had too many questions in his mind. So much had happened that day that it had all turned into one big pile of questions inside his head, disturbing his sleep. Maybe everything would look brighter in the morning when he's able to talk about these things together with Tae Joo.

Kang Gook took a glass from the kitchen cabinet, and poured water into it. The full moon shone white in the sky, it lit up directly through his kitchen window. It was 2am on Saturday morning. Luckily, he had that weekend off.

He enjoyed working in Hye Min’s mother’s restaurant, but it wasn’t his dream job. Taking care of the safety of foods and drinks to customers’ tables was a little different than taking care of humans' safety. However, he liked helping them, and Kang Gook knew for Hye Min's mother he was like her own son. The restaurant had gained a lot of popularity in recent years and was visited by a lot of customers. Hye Min teased Kang Gook several times that one reason for it was himself. You're so handsome, didn't you notice how those girls looked at you? She often said. Kang Gook didn’t care much about Hye Min’s comments, 'cause he didn’t care about girls. Instead, he had always cared about one particular one.

Hye Min herself was doing fine, and she was dating Kim Pil Hyun. Kang Gook had been furious with him at first, because he had been the one who had told Tae Joo’s father what had happened between them in the school backyard. What had almost happened. Kang Gook hadn’t wanted to see him for a while. Everything that had happened had felt bad. Seeing people, talking to them, everything. After all, he hadn't been able to blame Pil Hyun, 'cause the situation between them would've become apparent to Tae Joo’s father sooner or later. There was no more resentment between them, and Kang Gook wasn't angry with him. Although Pil Hyun had felt like a jerk at first, he wasn't such a horrible guy after all.

"Kang Gook."

After hearing a sleepy voice saying his name, he turned around. Tae Joo's sleepy figure stood on the bedroom doorway, his eyes half covered with dark hair. He looked so sweet. Kang Gook would've just wanted to pull the boy into his embrace. Only seeing that boy made him feel better.

"Tae Joo-ya." Kang Gook said. He hadn't heard him getting out of bed. "What are you doing awake? You should sleep."

"So do you."

I know.

"I wasn't able to fall asleep, so I got up to get some water. Go back to sleep." Kang Gook asked and lowered his glass into the sink.

"Only if you come with me." Tae Joo decided, reaching out his hand towards Kang Gook. Kang Gook stared at Tae Joo's beautiful, sleepy eyes, his hand, and again his eyes. What Tae Joo wanted, he would get it. And Kang Gook wasn't going to argue against it.

He took a couple of required steps toward Tae Joo, and took his hand in his. Tae Joo led them back under the white sheets, and without saying a word, buried himself against Kang Gook's chest. Kang Gook wrapped his arms around his little body, stroking his back. Just like he had done a million times before. It felt so natural.

"I've missed this." Tae Joo said against Kang Gook's warm chest, breaking the silence. "Being close to you, like this. I missed everything about you. Everything."

Kang Gook swallowed the piece that had risen to his throat. He knew what Tae Joo meant, he had missed that same thing. Talking about feelings had never been Kang Gook’s strength. He knew that Tae Joo wanted to hear about his feelings. Kang Gook knew he owed it to him.

"I've missed this too. You." Kang Gook gasped. He felt Tae Joo's lips curl into a smile against his shirt. Tae Joo's grip around Kang Gook tightened. He felt his other arm press against his ribs, but in that situation he didn't care. If that boy wanted to hug him until his ribs broke, he gave permission. He could only hug him back.

Kang Gook bit his lower lip. He had so many questions. But would he get an answer to all of them? Talking about things at night was hardly the best time in the world, but Kang Gook couldn't resist himself.

"What happens next?" Escaped from Kang Gook's lips. He wanted to know. He needed to know.

Silence filled the bedroom. For a moment, Kang Gook thought he had hurt Tae Joo with his question, but soon he looked up from Kang Gook's chest into his eyes. Kang Gook tried to read Tae Joo from his eyes, but wasn't able to do it.

"I’m not entirely sure." Tae Joo said quietly. "Three years ago, I promised you I'll come back. And I did. I kept my promise to my father, and now I'm free. And I want to be free with you."

Kang Gook felt exactly the same. Most of all in the world, he wanted to be with Tae Joo.

"I know this all came as a surprise. I didn't inform you or even ask Pil Hyun to tell that I was coming back. I... I can't assume that suddenly after three years everything would be back to normal. That everything would be fine again. That you suddenly want me back. You might have someone special in your life, and I wouldn't be surprised. You're so handsome, everyone would be on their knees in front of you. After all, I would have to accept it if you don't want to be with me or if - "

"Tae Joo-ya." Kang Gook interrupted by lowering his hand on Tae Joo's cheek. That touch caused Tae Joo to lift his gaze back to the other boy's eyes. He knew. He talked too much.

"You have to run away together with me. It was our wish." Kang Gook said, using Tae Joo's earlier words. "Our wish." He continued.

Tae Joo couldn't help but smile. Our wish.

"You know that I've always been bad at talking about my own feelings but... During these three years, my feelings for you hasn't changed at all. I waited for you, because I wanted to be with you, and I still do. And I haven't had anyone else after you left." Kang Gook admitted.

Kang Gook had wanted to be loyal to Tae Joo, though he hadn't been sure when Tae Joo would come back. During those three years he had met people, but he had never been interested in any of them. He hadn’t even wanted to find anyone else, because the only one he wanted had been 8,858 kilometers away from him.

They had made a promise. But still, Kang Gook was scared. Had Tae Joo had anyone in England during those three years? The idea that someone other than him would've touched that boy made his blood boil. Of course, Kang Gook wanted Tae Joo to always be happy, but he wanted him to be happy with him.

Tae Joo was relieved. Every day in England, he had thought about Kang Gook. Had his father done anything to him? Was he okay? Who was he with? The only thing he had been waiting for during those three years, was to get back to that boy. He was glad to hear that Kang Gook hadn't had anyone else.

"Me neither." Tae Joo said, his eyes looking at Kang Gook's own. Tae Joo noticed something changing in his gaze after his words. Relief.

"How could I've had someone else, when all I've ever wanted, is right here?" Tae Joo asked, laying his hand back on Kang Gook's chest, on top of his heart. They stared into each other's eyes. They both felt the same way.

Their lips met. Affectionately. Lovingly. They both wanted each other in many ways, and now they knew each other’s feelings. That was a good place to start.

Feeling other's lips against own ones felt so good. Tae Joo knew it was all new to Kang Gook, because he had never dated. Or kissed. Until now. His body tingled knowing he had given Kang Gook his first kiss that day.

Kissing Tae Joo felt wonderful. Kang Gook didn't know that kissing someone would feel like this. It was such a good feeling. The prolonged kiss slowed down, and in the end there were only two lips touching each other gently.

"So, have you really come back to stay?" Kang Gook asked after the kiss ended.

Do you really still need an answer to that, silly? Tae Joo thought with a smile.

He nodded. "Yes."

Kang Gook felt so happy. After a long wait, Tae Joo was finally back, and he wouldn’t let him go again.

"This feels like a dream. I..."

Tae Joo looked at Kang Gook, waiting. He hadn't said the end of his sentence.

"What?" Tae Joo asked. He had always known how difficult it was for Kang Gook to talk about his own feelings. Tae Joo wanted to give him time. He wanted Kang Gook to know that he was there for him, listening.

"It's just hard to imagine you're really here. I missed you so much. I was afraid you wouldn't come back. I was... I was broken. The night I watched you leave the bedroom was the most horrible night of my life. In three years I cried more than ever in my life. Many times I wanted to travel to England and find you, bring you back home, but I knew I couldn't do it. It just feels so unreal that you really are here now."

It was time for Kang Gook to open his heart.

"I felt you everywhere. Being in our apartment felt awful. I saw your stuff everywhere, the sheets and the clothes you left smelled like you. Pil Hyun's face made me hate that guy even more, because they reminded me of you. You were no longer asking me to buy you chocolate milk, or to make you an omelet for breakfast, or to take late night bouts. You were no longer by my side so I could look at your sleeping face, or keep you in my arms. Suddenly you were completely gone."

Tears filled Tae Joo's eyes. He was hurt. They were hurt. It was probably the first time Kang Gook had opened up that way about his feelings. Kang Gook had never been the opening type of guy, but now Tae Joo knew how many things Kang Gook had to go through after he left. All those thoughts inside were finally able to come out. Because of Tae Joo’s father, who hadn’t wanted his own son to be happy, they had lost three years of their future together.

Tae Joo couldn’t know exactly how Kang Gook had felt, but he had thought about exactly the same things. Everyday life without Kang Gook next to him, as a friend or a bodyguard, had felt so strange. Empty. Something very important had been missing. There hadn't been anyone he knew in England, he had been lonely for a long time. Even from school, he had decided to survive with Kang Gook in his mind.

Knowing Kang Gook had cried himself to sleep, broke his heart. Tae Joo was able to count those times he had seen Kang Gook cry with the fingers of one hand. On their last night together three years ago, Kang Gook’s eyes had been full of tears. Tae Joo knew during that night Kang Gook had tried stay strong. He had always been the stronger one. He hadn't wanted to give power to his tears. Kang Gook had always been the one who hadn't let his shield to crack, and who had always been there for Tae Joo when he had needed a shoulder to cry against.

Kang Gook rarely cried. That one moment, which happened 15 years ago, had been the first time he had seen Kang Gook cry. And even then, Kang Gook had cried for him.

The day had been cloudy and chilly. It rained a little. Tae Joo heard how Mother Nature watered the earth. He didn't hear anything else.

Tae Joo layed on his bed, curled up, facing the wall. His pillow under his head was damp. He had been crying for a long time. He missed his mother, whom they had had to say goodbye earlier that day. There had been his father, his grandparents, and other relatives whose names Tae Joo wasn't able to remember. And of course, Kang Gook.

Tae Joo had been sitting on a hard bench in a large space surrounded by other people, holding Kang Gook by his hand. His father had sat next to him with an empty expression, looking down. In front of the large space had been a white coffin with a large, framed picture of Tae Joo's mother in front of it. There had been many different flowers on top of the coffin. Everyone had been dressed in black. There had been music playing in the space that had been brand new to Tae Joo. As well as the whole situation itself.

Tae Joo heard the door of his room open and close soon after. Someone walked closer to his bed, and soon the mattress on the bed sank lower. Someone had come next to him. Tae Joo knew who.

"Tae Joo-ya." Tae Joo heard the child's voice say his name. He opened his eyes and turned to his friend. Brown eyes faced the other ones. They also looked sad.

"Don't cry, okay? I want you to smile." Kang Gook asked, wiping his friend's wet cheeks with his fingers. Kang Gook felt bad to see his best friend cry.

"But I want my mom." Tae Joo howled, crying, new tears streaming from his eyes to his cheeks.

Kang Gook moved to lie down properly next to Tae Joo, and took him in his arms. Tae Joo pressed against his friend's chest.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry. I'm here." Kang Gook said and stroked Tae Joo's black hair. "I'm sad when you cry. Don't cry."

"Where did my mom go? Why isn't she here?" Tae Joo asked his friend.

"She became an angel." Kang Gook said.

"An angel?" Tae Joo didn’t quite understand what his friend meant.

"Yes, an angel. So I've heard. When a human becomes an angel, they go to heaven to see the other angels. They, too, are humans. And then they look down at us from the clouds." Kang Gook explained. He had heard such a story himself.

Inside of his mind of a kid he thought about the story Kang Gook told him. Some things were still hard for him to understand, but if Kang Gook was sure of it, then Tae Joo was too.

"Why doesn't she come here to see us?" Tae Joo asked.

"Angels stay in heaven, and we, before we become angels, stay here on earth. We can't climb to heaven, can we? So they can't come down here to us. It's sad." Kang Gook said.

Little by little, Tae Joo began to understand what Kang Gook was saying. It still didn’t take away his longing. He missed his mother so much. He was the most beautiful angel in the world. So warm, caring and happy.

"Will I ever meet her again?" Tae Joo asked, sobbing.

"Yes, of course. I don't know when, but for sure one day." Kang Gook said. "I'm sorry that your mom turned into an angel, but I'll always be with you."

"But..." Tae Joo panicked and raised his head from Kang Gook's chest, looking at his friend lying next to him. "What if you'll become an angel too, and I won't be able to see you anymore?" He was so afraid that would suddenly happen.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Ever. I promise. I'll always be here with you." Kang Gook promised.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

"Always?"

"Always."

That was enough.

Soon Tae Joo fell asleep in Kang Gook's arms. There was only a small breathing to be heard in the room. The rain had stopped. Kang Gook watched his sleeping friend, who no longer cried. Instead, one tear rolled down Kang Gook's cheek, and he sniffed. He thought no one had heard him, but that voice had been the last Tae Joo had heard before he fell asleep.

After growing up from the age of 6, they had both realized Tae Joo’s mother had died of cancer. She had died peacefully while sleeping. Tae Joo had never been close with his father, and many things had changed since his mother died. Over the years, Kang Gook had been the one who had covered Tae Joo in bed, made him food, helped him in his daily life, took care of him. Helped with his homework and to fold his clothes, looked after him at school. Through the difficult years Tae Joo wouldn't have survived without the support of Kang Gook. For years, he had been a support and security for Tae Joo, from kindergarten life to the age of 21. And he still would be. That was the thing Tae Joo was most grateful for.

"Kang Gook." Tae Joo said gently.

He listened.

"I can't even imagine how you must have felt. But the truth is that I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. I came to stay. I came because of you. I want to be with you and only with you. I'm free from my father, just like you are. He can't prescribe us anymore. The time in England felt so long. I missed and thought about you every day. I was in contact with Pil Hyun, I knew my father would accept it, but I couldn't risk your safety. I couldn't contact you, my father would've found out somehow. I didn't even want to think he would hurt you again because of my own mistakes. I'm sure he had sent some of his men after me to England to make sure I kept my promise with him. And so I did, because I had to. But there wasn't a single day that I wouldn't have thought about you. Believe me."

Kang Gook believed. How could he not?

"I'm sure that our future is bright. And you're my future. We can do this together." Tae Joo said. He couldn't get his eyes off Kang Gook.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

They both believed in it.

The hand on Tae Joo's cheek moved to brush Kang Gook's lower lip. Kang Gook couldn't help but stare at the other boy's plump lips. He would've liked to kiss him all the time. It felt so good.

And it was as if Tae Joo had read his thoughts at that moment, 'cause soon he felt him pressing his lips tightly against his own. This kiss was different. It had a lot more power in it. Want.

For a long time, Kang Gook had had strong feelings for Tae Joo. Even his innocent touch had made shivers run all over his body. Sometimes being with Tae Joo had been awkward, 'cause he had desperately wanted that boy. Not only mentally, but physically. But thinking about the circumstances, he had thought he couldn’t touch that adorable boy in his arms. There had been too many obstacles. Too many risks. He hadn't wanted to risk their friendship.

Those times when he had taken late night bouts with Tae Joo, when he had asked him to hug him and hold him in his arms, when he had asked him to wash his hair, or when they had looked into each other’s eyes a little longer than usual. Each time Kang Gook had wanted to kiss him. Tell him about his true feelings. He just hadn't been able to do it.

But now everything was different.

Kang Gook felt Tae Joo's tongue play with his lower lip. It felt new. What was he supposed to do? He did as he felt best, and opened his lips.

A sigh came from his lips as he felt Tae Joo's tongue play with his own. God, how good it felt. Was this that angry kiss? Was this the way it felt like? Kang Gook had never experienced anything like this. It felt better than he had ever imagined.

Their kisses had turned wet. Both tried to dominate the kiss. The tongues played with each other, there was no need for oxygen. At the same time, Kang Gook felt Tae Joo move on top of him, between his legs. Oh my God.

Kang Gook felt like his whole body was on fire. He felt his lower body tingle, and he knew what it meant. He wanted that boy.

"Tae Joo-ya." Kang Gook breathed against Tae Joo's lips. They were wet and swollen from the kisses. Tae Joo reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, but their lips were only millimeters away from each other. The look in Tae Joo’s eyes was something he hadn’t seen before.

"Tae Joo-ya, I..." Kang Gook hissed. He was sure Tae Joo felt his erection against his hips as he was completely attached to his body and the fabric of their pajama pants was thin.

"I know." Tae Joo said briefly. "Kang Gook, I want you too. I've wanted for a long time."

Kang Gook swallowed. You can't be serious. Would it really happen? Now? Tonight? Tae Joo knew he was a virgin, he had never been with anyone. Kang Gook was nervous. What if he did something wrong? What if he was bad? What if he hurt Tae Joo? He wanted to be the best possible partner for him, to treat him right in the future and make him feel good. Was he enough?

Kang Gook lied if he said he had never thought about them two intimately. It had just been a mere thought, but nonetheless made his crotch come to life every time. He knew Tae Joo, too, was a virgin, even though he had been kissing girls here and then, but things had never gone further. Kang Gook wanted his first time to be with Tae Joo, and that boy lying on top of him radiated a similar want. Want to touch, want to be touched.

"Kang Gook." Tae Joo uttered.

Kang Gook looked at his best friend's brown eyes. He was sure that Tae Joo could read him through his eyes.

"It's okay. Everything is fine. Don't be afraid. You can't hurt me." Tae Joo said with a small smile.

Kang Gook wanted to believe him, but he was still nervous. It would be his first time. For both of them. And they would do it together. The thought made cold shivers pass through Kang Gook's body.

"Actually..." Tae Joo said, and Kang Gook noticed his tone changed. It sounded seductive. At the same time, Kang Gook felt Tae Joo's lips on his neck. Soft lips kissed his delicate skin. "I've wanted you for years, even before I went to England. I always imagined my first time to be with you." Tae Joo purred.

Kang Gook felt like he was going to explode. Literally. The pressure in his pants already seemed unbearable, and the way Tae Joo pushed his hips slightly against his own made him dizzy. His grip on Tae Joo's hips tightened.

"Tae Joo-ya." Kang Gook breathed as he felt Tae Joo sucking his earlobe. Fucking hell. Tae Joo did it on purpose. He knew what Kang Gook's delicate spot was. Kang Gook couldn't describe how he felt. Not even the word awesome could describe it enough.

"I want you too." Kang Gook was finally able to sigh. After all this time, those words were finally allowed to say out loud. "So much."

As Tae Joo kissed his neck, Kang Gook felt his lips curl into a smile against his skin. Tae Joo retreated so that he could look Kang Gook in the eyes. There was a pure want in his eyes. And also something else. Love.

"Take me." Tae Joo breathed. And after hearing that, Kang Gook no longer objected.

In one quick move, Kang Gook pulled Tae Joo from the neck into a long, passionate kiss. It was just tongue and spit. Now that Kang Gook knew what kissing Tae Joo felt like, he couldn’t and didn’t even want to stop.

Kang Gook's other, trembling hand slipped under Tae Joo's shirt. His skin was so soft, so warm. For so long he had dreamed of touching Tae Joo elsewhere than just on top of his clothes, and now all that touching was finally allowed. As Tae Joo felt Kang Gook's touch on his bare skin, he couldn't stop the sigh of pleasure that had escaped from his lips. It all felt so good. So right.

Tae Joo sat better on Kang Gook's hips to help him take off his shirt. Tae Joo noticed Kang Gook's eyes circling on his bare chest.

"You’ve seen me like this so many times before." Tae Joo teased with a sly smile on his lips.

"I know, but I've never been able to touch you like this before." Kang Gook said, pulling Tae Joo back to his lips, not giving him a chance to respond.

Kang Gook rolled them over on bed to get himself on top. Tae Joo made more space between his legs, and his hands found the other boy's hips, pulling him more tightly against himself. It was clear what was going to happen. They both wanted each other just as much.

The feeling of Tae Joo’s hands sliding from his hips under his shirt, to caress his bare sides, chest and hips, wasn't able to be described. Tae Joo’s touch felt like an electric shock of pleasure. Kang Gook wanted more and more.

Tae Joo pulled Kang Gook’s shirt up as much as he could, and reluctantly Kang Gook took off his grip from the other boy. Kang Gook let Tae Joo take off his shirt. A breath came from Tae Joo's lips. He couldn't get his eyes off Kang Gook's gorgeous body. Tae Joo raised his hand on Kang Gook's muscular shoulders, letting them slide down, through his abdominal muscles to his hips. Tae Joo's touch had made Kang Gook to close his eyes. The warm touch of Tae Joo had made his body tingle. No matter where or how that boy touched him, he felt it everywhere.

"You can't be real."

Kang Gook heard Tae Joo saying, and he opened his eyes. Tae Joo's gaze circled around his bare upper body.

"All this time you've looked like this. How is it possible you haven't had anyone?" Tae Joo wondered out loud.

That boy in front of him looked divine. Kang Gook had always been physically stronger than him. His body had been in a good shape years ago, but the last few years had changed his body. The young man had grown more muscular. Kang Gook had spent a lot of time in the gym when Tae Joo had been in England, and it showed. Kang Gook’s muscular body was so opposite to Tae Joo’s own, small and slender body. Kang Gook looked too good to be true.

"Because all this time, I've always wanted one particular one."

Tae Joo looked up from the other boy's body into his eyes. Kang Gook's words meant more to him than he could show. All he could do was to put his hand around his neck and pull him back to his lips.

Kang Gook felt Tae Joo's bare chest against his own. Their nipples rubbed together, as did their hips. They both felt each other’s erections through the fabric of their pajamas. It caused shivers run through their bodies. Tae Joo moved his other hand over Kang Gook's hand, directing it to the waist of his pants. Kang Gook realized what Tae Joo wanted, but he still wanted his permission.

Gently Kang Gook pulled back from the passionate kiss. Their eyes met once again.

"Are you sure you want this?" Kang Gook asked. He wanted Tae Joo to say with words what he wanted.

Tae Joo had no doubt about what he wanted. The painful erection in his pants and that gorgeous boy on top of him told everything.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want this. I trust you, Kang Gook. I've always trusted."

Kang Gook felt his hands tremble as he took a grip on the waist of Tae Joo’s pants. Was he really going to do this? Undress his best friend? Of course they had seen each other naked many times, but back then they had been children. The child's mind couldn't consider nudity in any way "weird" or combine it with anything. But this situation was completely different. For the first time, Kang Gook would see Tae Joo naked that way.

They were going to break their last boundaries of friendship. After 18 years of friendship, there was much more going on. Real feelings. Not just innocent friendship.

Swallowing and encouraging himself, Kang Gook finally dared to pull off Tae Joo’s pajama pants along with his boxers.

Kang Gook breathed. He couldn't help but stare. There he was. His best friend, on his bed, naked. Really naked. Tae Joo's body was more beautiful than he could've even imagined. His erection stood hard and red against his lower stomach. Tae Joo had shaved. Kang Gook couldn't describe that sight in front of him with words. He could only touch.

His hand met Tae Joo's silky thigh. Tae Joo's eyes pressed shut and his head arched against the pillow. Every touch of Kang Gook felt indescribably good. The pleasure only increased as he felt Kang Gook's lips against his bare hips, giving the skin open-mouthed kisses and teasing licks. Tae Joo was hard and desperate. He felt his body tremble at the touch of Kang Gook's lips.

Tae Joo’s skin under Kang Gook’s fingertips and lips felt so soft. His thumb brushed Tae Joo's thigh while his lips kissed the other boy's body all the way from his hips across his chest towards his neck. Tae Joo felt Kang Gook leaving a damp trail behind him after each kiss. He sighed and hummed with pleasure. It was like music to Kang Gook’s ears.

"You're so beautiful." Kang Gook couldn't help but breathe against Tae Joo's ear. "So beautiful."

Kang Gook was out of words. At that moment, it was difficult for him to put his thoughts properly into words.

As he kissed Tae Joo's neck, Tae Joo's hands fumbled with his pajama pants, and Kang Gook helped him take them off.

Tae Joo wanted to see. He wanted to touch. Gently he pushed Kang Gook further away so that their eyes met. Tae Joo breathed in excitement. Kang Gook had gotten him crazy with lust.

Slowly, Tae Joo moved his gaze from Kang Gook's eyes to his crotch. He swallowed. Kang Gook was big. Hard, leaking, and oh so big. A wave of pleasure passed through Tae Joo's entire body and water rose to his tongue. Without saying a word, he took his other hand to Kang Gook’s erection, and wrapped his fingers tenderly around it.

Kang Gook murmured with pleasure and pressed his head against Tae Joo's shoulder as he felt his hand between his legs. Oh God oh God oh God.

For the first time ever, he felt someone other than his own hand touching him. Tae Joo's hand was so warm, so soft. He knew he would lose the rest of his senses if Tae Joo didn't stop touching him soon. It was too good.

"Tae Joo-ya, please, I'll come too soon if you keep doing that." Kang Gook muttered, and he heard Tae Joo laugh a little. You little tease.

Tae Joo didn’t know where he had gotten the courage to touch the other boy, but he wasn’t sorry about it at all. He felt Kang Gook's precum spreading in the palm of his hand while caressing him, causing a wet noise to be heard in the room. Kang Gook felt so big in his fingers, and he was filled with desire of knowing how he would feel inside of him.

Kang Gook breathed heavily against his shoulder, the pleasure of sighs escaping from his lips. Gently Kang Gook took Tae Joo's hand away from his manhood, and let their fingers intertwine. With the other hand, Tae Joo pressed Kang Gook's body against his own. The feeling when their completely naked bodies pressed together was magical. Far too good to be true. A deep howl escaped from Tae Joo's lips against Kang Gook's own, and he couldn't help but push his hips against his.

Kang Gook himself tried to stay calm. No matter how much he wanted to push himself inside the other boy and make love to him without any barrier, Tae Joo’s desires went before his own. If Tae Joo now said he wanted to stop, or that he didn’t want this, Kang Gook would understand. They were taking the biggest step ever. Hurting the boy lying under him was the last thing he wanted. It would be their first time, and Kang Gook would do anything to make Tae Joo feel good.

Kang Gook broke their kiss, demanding eye contact with Tae Joo. Their foreheads pressed together, the heavy breathing coming out from their mouths.

"You can say no at any time. I don't want to hurt you. Ever."

There was a loving smile on Tae Joo's lips. "I'm sure Kang Gook. I'm not going to say no. I don't want to say no. You're not going to hurt me."

It took Kang Gook a little while before he nodded. "I... I don't have a condom." He admitted quietly. He hadn't prepared for Tae Joo to return to him on that day, nor had he assumed that their first night in three years would lead to this.

Kang Gook felt Tae Joo's hand on his cheek. "It doesn't matter. I want to feel you. All of you." He breathed.

Kang Gook looked into Tae Joo’s beautiful eyes, surrounded by dark, long lashes. That boy lying beneath him evoked feelings in him that he himself found difficult to understand. Tae Joo's words had gone straight to his groin. Soon he would feel his best friend completely. Without any kind of barrier. Even thinking about it made Kang Gook more aroused.

He did what he was addicted to in a short moment: pressed his lips against Tae Joo's own. Tae Joo's hands pulled Kang Gook more tightly against his own body from his neck. They were in no hurry. It was going to be something so special. Something they would never forget. They wanted to take their own time, all that time was for them. At their disposal. And they wanted to enjoy every second.

As he kissed Tae Joo's red lips, Kang Gook fumbled his hand towards the drawer of his nightstand, taking out the bottle of lube. With one hand, he opened the tube, applying in to his fingers. Without opening his eyes, Tae Joo knew what Kang Gook was doing. All the sounds from the drawer of the nightstand to the opening of the tube, said it all.

"Touch me." Tae Joo breathed against Kang Gook's lips, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Was he nervous? A little. But he trusted Kang Gook more than anyone else, and knew he wouldn’t hurt him. The first time was rarely perfect, but Kang Gook was perfect for him. They would make it perfect for them, together.

Kang Gook knew that Tae Joo knew what he was doing. He had said he trusted him, and wanted this just as much. Kang Gook wanted to look at the boy lying under him when he touched him for the first time. He wanted to remember that moment.

So he touched. His wet fingers found Tae Joo's warm entrance, caressing his most intimate place. Tae Joo sighed with pleasure, his nails dug into Kang Gook's shoulders. His touch felt good. So good. He felt as if his body was no longer controllable, as it was difficult for him to stay in place. His body burned with a desire to feel Kang Gook's wet fingers inside of him.

Kang Gook stared at the sight in front of him. Tae Joo's neck had arched back from the pleasure, little sights escaped from his open mouth. He felt Tae Joo's thighs vibrate beneath him. Pleasure had blinded that boy. Kang Gook wanted to see more of it, so carefully he pushed his middle finger inside.

A yelp coming from Tae Joo's lips filled Kang Gook's bedroom. Kang Gook’s touch felt so new. And being honest, strange. Tae Joo wasn’t sure how he felt, because that feeling was so new to him. Did it hurt? Yes. Somehow. However, the pain wasn't unbearable. He tried to relax his body, because he knew it would help. He needed it to be able to enjoy something completely different soon, than just Kang Gook’s fingers. The boy touching him was big. It would hurt, but he trusted Kang Gook.

Kang Gook couldn't think of anything else than just that beautiful, signing boy underneath him. His eyes looked at his finger, which moved slowly inside of Tae Joo. Kang Gook felt his muscles tighten around his finger. That sight was something so intimate. So arousing. He wasn’t sure how long he would last inside of that boy, if he already felt like this around just one of his fingers. He was so tight and hot. Kang Gook felt Tae Joo's nails digging against his skin, his body was trembling. He knew his finger felt uncomfortable, but he had to prepare Tae Joo for what was yet to come.

Carefully, Kang Gook flexed his finger. He felt he had hit something that caused Tae Joo’s spine to arch backwards. Kang Gook thought he had hurt him, so he stopped his movement. The strange feeling Tae Joo had felt had turned into pleasure when Kang Gook had flexed his finger. It had hit a spot inside of him that had made him see the stars. It had felt good. And he wanted to feel it again.

"Am I hurting?" Kang Gook asked worriedly. He wanted to know if Tae Joo’s noises were caused by pain or pleasure.

Tae Joo shook his head. "No." He gasped. "Keep going."

And he did. Carefully, he added another finger, this time flexing both of them. He didn't look away from Tae Joo's face. He was enjoying it. All Kang Gook was able to see was pure pleasure. Tae Joo’s muscles immediately tightened more strongly after Kang Gook added another finger. He sighed with pleasure. Those two fingers hit that one spot over and over again, causing the shivers of pleasure to run through his entire body. The pain was replaced with something that was hard to describe. Tae Joo had never experienced anything like that. Kang Gook touched him so good, gently and tenderly.

Soon Tae Joo began to feel impatient. Although those two fingers felt good, he wanted to get that boy inside of him. He took a hold from the hand between his legs, and wrapped his hand around Kang Gook's wrist.

"Kang Gook, I'm ready." Tae Joo gasped.

Slowly Kang Gook pulled his fingers from inside him, quickly wiping them on the white sheet. He opened the lube, putting it into his hand and then applying it to his erection. As he did so, Tae Joo looked at him while biting his lower lip. He knew he was ready. Kang Gook settled better between Tae Joo's legs. He felt his erection touch his wet entrance. While being so close to Tae Joo, Kang Gook felt the warmth radiating from him. He was like the sun. His sun.

"Please let me know if it hurts." Kang Gook asked. No. Begged. "I'll stop right away. I promise to be gentle but... Please, tell me."

Kang Gook’s caring was one thing Tae Joo loved. Kang Gook’s tone changed whenever he was worried. It was tender and powerful. It also meant that he cared.

Tae Joo nodded. "I promise."

Kang Gook lowered himself, closer to Tae Joo's face. They looked into each other's eyes. That look they shared was completely new. Kang Gook wanted to look at Tae Joo right in the eye when he pushed inside of him for the first time. It was really going to happen. There was no turning back, but neither of them would've done it at any cost. This is what they both wanted. Had wanted for so long.

When Kang Gook looked at Tae Joo's eyes, he knew where he belonged. Where he had always belonged. They had spent almost their entire lives together, sharing the joys and sorrows of their lives with each other. Been in support of each other on both good and bad days. Although they were different, opposites of each other, they maintained each other. Like Jing and Jang. Inseparable.

"I love you." Kang Gook said without breaking the eye contact.

He felt that moment was perfect for those three words. He had felt that way three years ago, but hadn't been able to say it. If Tae Joo had heard those words back then, he wouldn't have been able to leave to England, and his father would've invented a new way to separate them. It might not have ended happily. But now the situation was different. Kang Gook was the happiest, happiest than he had ever been. And he wanted to share his happiness with that boy he loved so much. Tae Joo deserved to hear those words every day.

Tae Joo felt his heart skip a beat. Hearing those words warmed his heart. He had felt the same way three years ago, but he had been afraid to say them out loud because of his father. Tae Joo wouldn’t have been able to leave their bedroom that night if he had said those three words to that boy. If either of them had said them then, God knows what could've happened. But now Tae Joo could finally say those three words back to a man whose bright eyes looked right at him.

"I love you." Tae Joo breathed as tears filled his eyes, and his hands on Kang Gook's shoulders moved to his cheeks, pulling the boy he loved to his lips. He was so happy. Now those words had been said. It felt so good. They no longer needed to hesitate or question the other’s feelings. They had had to go through a lot over the years. Ups and downs, good and bad days. But now that those three words had finally been said out loud, all that struggle had been worth their love.

Kang Gook pulled away from the long kiss, pressing his forehead against Tae Joo's. Tae Joo's mouth opened with sighs when Kang Gook finally decided to push inside of him little by little. Tae Joo's hands squeezed Kang Gook's shoulders, arms, neck, and everywhere where he was able to take a hold from. His eyes closed tightly. It hurt. It really hurt. Tae Joo didn’t know how to be, what to do or what to say. He could only gasp in pain and cling to the man on top of him. Kang Gook felt so big. He knew he was trying not to hurt him, but the first time was always difficult. Tae Joo tried to relax his body.

After hearing those three words back from the other boy's mouth, Kang Gook's mind had filled with a warm feeling. The feeling had only grown as Tae Joo pulled him back to his lips. At the same time, Kang Gook had decided to make his last move, and push inside of the other boy. That feeling was hard to be described. That warmth, softness and tightness. Kang Gook saw the stars. It felt so good. He felt Tae Joo’s muscles tighten around his erection. The groans and sighs from Tae Joo's lips filled his ears, and Kang Gook looked at his face. The look on Tae Joo's face told everything. He was in pain.

Kang Gook wanted to make Tae Joo feel better, so he pressed his lips back against his own. Their tongues immediately found each other. The kisses were wet. Kang Gook tried to relax Tae Joo with the kisses, as his body felt so stiff. Tae Joo's hands found their way back to Kang Gook's neck, pressing the other boy more tightly to his lips. He felt so full. Kang Gook was far from small, and it took some time to get used to that whole new feeling.

"Are you okay? Am I hurting you a lot?" Kang Gook asked quietly against his lips. He hadn’t pushed completely inside of him, but he stayed still, giving Tae Joo time to get used to it.

"It hurts a bit. Ouh, you're so big." Tae Joo gasped, squeezing the back of Kang Gook's neck with his fingers. He could only wait for the pain to be replaced by pleasure. He wanted to be able to enjoy that moment as much as Kang Gook did. "Keep going."

"Are you sure?" Kang Gook asked hesitantly. If the pain Tae Joo felt was too much for him, they could stop.

Tae Joo had lost his count of how many times Kang Gook had asked was he okay or not that night. He was so caring.

"I'm sure. I trust you." Tae Joo said. Kang Gook nodded slightly, letting out a little 'okay'. Pushing completely inside of the other boy, he didn't look away. Tae Joo's eyes closed again, and he bit his lip.

"Relax. Breathe." Kang Gook asked, kissing Tae Joo's forehead, cheek, nose, and finally his lips. Tae Joo nodded, and tried to relax. When he felt Kang Gook completely inside, he felt even fuller.

Carefully, Kang Gook pulled back, and slowly pushing back inside the other. A sigh escaped from Tae Joo's lips, and his head arched back on the pillow. Kang Gook didn't miss the opportunity, he let his lips fill Tae Joo's long neck with wet kisses. Tae Joo felt so good. Pushing inside of him again, made Kang Gook shiver. Tae Joo’s tightness and heat were too much for him. He really didn’t want to come too soon.

It had taken some time for Tae Joo to get used to that situation, but now that Kang Gook had allowed himself to move slowly inside, he had managed to relax his body. Kang Gook’s kisses and touches had helped him. He was so tender. Little by little, that strange feeling had turn into something better. Tae Joo liked it. He felt good.

"You feel so good." Kang Gook breathed against Tae Joo's neck. "You're so warm."

Kang Gook’s words made Tae Joo’s body tingle with pleasure. Tae Joo let Kang Gook’s bedroom fill with gasps and sighs. He wasn't able to be quiet, because every time he felt Kang Gook pull back and push back inside, he felt good. The pain was gone, and all that was left, was pleasure.

Kang Gook was able to read Tae Joo's movements and the noises from his lips. He enjoyed it. That's what Kang Gook wanted. He kept his movements and thrusts calm, not wanting to rush during their first time. Their first time. Tae Joo really was there, naked under him, enjoying all that Kang Gook himself was giving him. That's how it was supposed to be.

"I love you." Tae Joo couldn't help but say.

"I love you too." Kang Gook said, and drowned Tae Joo with kisses.

Tae Joo responded passionately to Kang Gook's kisses, wrapping his legs around his waist, pressing him more tightly against his body. As the result, Kang Gook pushed even deeper inside of him, hitting that spot that made Tae Joo see the stars. That sudden, more powerful wave of pleasure to both of them made their kisses break and the sighs escape into the air.

"Kang Gook - ah." Tae Joo gasped. "Do that again." He asked.

Kang Gook had felt it too. He was sure he had hit that small spot inside of Tae Joo that made him crazy with lust. He could never say no to Tae Joo, so he did it again.

Tae Joo howled with pleasure, and his nails pressed against Kang Gook's back. He knew he was leaving marks. The pleasure he had just experienced was so amazing. He hadn’t imagined that sex would feel like this.

"Harder, please. Fuck me harder." Tae Joo begged.

Kang Gook swallowed. He was blinded by pleasure. He knew he could touch Tae Joo without hurting him. He had Tae Joo’s permission to fuck him harder. He wouldn't say no. Kang Gook took a better position between Tae Joo's legs and added strength to his movements. Every brutal thrust got a yelp escaping from Tae Joo's lips. Kang Gook loved that voice. He wanted to see more. He wanted to see Tae Joo completely underneath him, enjoying it all, so he got on his knees and grabbed Tae Joo’s thighs without slowing down his movements.

The sight beneath him was the most beautiful in the world. He would never forget it. Tae Joo squeezed the pillow under his head, his belly was wet from precum, and his back arched backwards from the pleasure. And he wasn't quiet even for a moment. Kang Gook felt himself being so close to coming, as Tae Joo tightened around him, but he didn't want it to be over yet.

Kang Gook slowed his movements, and let his hands wander on Tae Joo's warm body. Tae Joo breathed heavily, and wherever Kang Gook touched him, his body trembled under his fingers.

"Come here." Kang Gook said tenderly, wrapping his arms around Tae Joo's delicate body.

Tae Joo understood what Kang Gook wanted, so he helped himself to a sitting position, wrapping his arms around Kang Gook's neck, ending up sitting on the other boy's lap. Tae Joo wrapped his legs around Kang Gook's waist. In that position, Tae Joo felt Kang Gook’s erection push deeper inside. Their chests pressed together, and Kang Gook's hands stroked Tae Joo's bare skin. Tae Joo felt Kang Gook's hands on his back, his ass, his hips, everywhere. Two strong hands squeezed his buttocks.

Kang Gook let Tae Joo move on top of him, holding on to him and following his movements. Kang Gook kissed his neck, letting his lips suck his soft skin. Tae Joo felt the skin of his neck sore a little, and he knew what Kang Gook was doing. He marked him. The thought of it made Tae Joo even more aroused. It didn't help at all that his erection rubbed against Kang Gook's stomach. He was close.

"You're so damn beautiful. You're tightening around me. You're so tight." Kang Gook growled against Tae Joo's neck. "You feel amazing."

Tae Joo couldn’t answer. Even keeping his eyes open felt difficult. The bedroom was filled with loud sighs as well as their connected bodies. Tae Joo was sure he had reached the highest level of pleasure. Nothing else mattered. There were only the two of them, and the moment they shared.

"Do you like it?" Tae Joo heard Kang Gook ask.

Oh honey, guess twice.

"I love it. You're so good." Tae Joo sighed, his head spinning.

Tae Joo’s response made a proud smile spread to Kang Gook’s lips. He grabbed Tae Joo tightly from his waist, helping him move faster. He slapped his ass. Tae Joo's head arched back from the pleasure on Kang Gook's lap. Tae Joo’s long, marked neck was right in front of Kang Gook, and he had to admit he had done a good job. That boy on him was perfect.

Kang Gook wanted to kiss Tae Joo from everywhere, so he sucked his other nipple into his mouth. It caused Tae Joo to cling onto Kang Gook's neck with both hands. He was losing his mind. Kang Gook’s erection inside him, his hands on his ass and his lips on his nipple were way too much. He wasn't sure how long he could last. The feeling in his crotch was almost unbearable, but he didn’t want that moment to end. Not yet.

Kang Gook finally removed his lips from Tae Joo's bruised nipple and put his other hand around Tae Joo's neck. He wanted to get Tae Joo’s lips against his own. The open-mouthed kisses played with each other in harmony with wet tongues. Kang Gook held Tae Joo tightly in his arms as he leaned forward, helping Tae Joo to lie back on the bed. Kang Gook rose to his knees and admired the boy beneath him.

Tae Joo was his and only his, and he would tell it to the whole world. Their gazes met, and Kang Gook began to move again, grabbing Tae Joo's thighs. Tae Joo loved the way he manhandled him. His thrusts were strong and quick. Tae Joo had become even hotter around his erection. They both knew it wouldn’t last long.

"You're mine." Kang Gook breathed between his thrusts. "Only mine."

"I'm yours." Tae Joo muttered and squeezed the pillow under his head. "Touch me, please, please." He wanted to feel Kang Gook's hands on him.

Without saying a word, Kang Gook took his other hand from Tae Joo's thigh to his hard erection, and wrapped his fingers around it. Tae Joo's whole body trembled. He was sure his cries would be heard all the way outside. Every touch of Kang Gook felt so good. Tae Joo felt his head spinning, he saw the stars. He was so close, but didn't want to come. He wanted to enjoy it just a bit longer.

"Kang Gook - ah, please I- I'm so close." Tae Joo yelled and his toes curled. Kang Gook didn't stop moving. Tae Joo felt him hitting that spot inside him all the time. He loved it. He loved it all.

"Come for me, Tae Joo-ya." Kang Gook asked. He wanted to see Tae Joo come from his touch. He speeded up his movements around Tae Joo's erection, causing him to squirm from pleasure even more. It was hard for him to even breathe. Sweat had risen on their skin. The room felt hot. Tae Joo felt a huge tingling in his lower stomach. He was so close. He knew he was tightening his muscles around Kang Gook, but couldn't do anything about it. Kang Gook’s hand on his erection was too much.

"Kang Gook, Kang Gook, I'm going to come - ah, ah, Kang Gook!" Tae Joo screamed. His indescribable pleasure swept through his entire body, which finally exploded, causing his body to shiver recklessly. He came hard while screaming on Kang Gook's hand and on his own stomach, staining his skin with his white liquid.

That sight was too much for Kang Gook. He felt massive tightness around his erection, and he gave up. With his final hard thrust he came inside of Tae Joo. He felt all that heat flowing from Kang Gook to himself, and he couldn’t describe that feeling. Breathing was difficult, his body trembled, his vision was blurry.

Kang Gook wasn't able to stay on his knees any more longer, so he lowered himself down on top of Tae Joo, kissing his swollen lips. Tae Joo wrapped his arms around Kang Gook's sweaty body. They both breathed heavily against each other’s lips, enjoying that post-orgasmic feeling.

After a moment, Kang Gook carefully pulled out from Tae Joo, causing him to sigh. He knew Tae Joo would feel his body sore tomorrow. Kang Gook moved to lie next to him. They tried to get their heavy breathing to calm down.

"That was... Amazing. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Kang Gook asked.

Tae Joo turned his gaze to the boy lying next to him, who looked at him straight back.

"I'm fine. You were great, and I... I loved it. It was amazing." Tae Joo breathed heavily, a small smile playing on his lips. His hand had found Kang Gook's own, intertwined with his fingers.

Kang Gook smiled too. "Good. I was a little worried at first." He admitted. "It was perfect."

"It was perfect." Tae Joo agreed.

It had really happened. They had just lost their virginity to the man they both had wanted. Neither of them regretted anything. It had indeed been perfect, mind-blowing. Even after sex, Tae Joo could feel Kang Gook's touch on his skin. He had been so tender. It had all been better than he could've even imagined.

Kang Gook wrapped his arms around Tae Joo's shoulders, signaling him to come closer to him. Tae Joo belonged there, in his arms. Tae Joo lowered his other hand on Kang Gook's chest. Their bodies felt sweaty and damp, but they didn't care. After some time their breathing had calmed down, and tiredness took over. Tae Joo felt Kang Gook kiss his hair. Being so close to Kang Gook, in his arms, felt so good and safe. His lovely scent, currently mixed with sex, filled Tae Joo's lungs. He wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.

Tae Joo looked up at the boy lying next to him. His brown eyes behind his long lashes looked back at him. They were so beautiful. Tae Joo was able to see so much love in his eyes. Just looking at him made Tae Joo’s heart jump in his chest. That boy was all he needed.

"You're perfect." Tae Joo breathed. "In every way possible. I... I've been in love with you as long as I can remember. Just your existence has given me safety, not only the fact that my father hired you to be my bodyguard. You just... You've always been there. With me. For me. The fact that I was able to live far away from you for three years, feels unbelievable even to me. But knowing that you were here, waiting, gave me strength. The strength to keep going and wait. Because I'm so in love with you."

Tae Joo had so much to say. So many thoughts and feelings had filled his brain in England, and he hadn't been able to say them out loud to the boy he loved. It had felt awful. But now that he was finally in Kang Gook's arms, telling about his feelings felt easy. He wanted Kang Gook to know what he was thinking and feeling, and how much he had really needed him. He hadn't missed a bodyguard in England, but a friend. A friend to spend every hour with. A friend to talk to. A friend who would help. A friend who would listen. And now that friend was finally here.

"You really are my everything. You've always been." Tae Joo meant it with all his heart.

Kang Gook was speechless. They had always been close, goofing around, sleeping in the same bed, hugging... To other people it must've been so weird. But for them, normal. Only three years ago, Tae Joo had begun to show him his true feelings. How had he been able to keep his feelings inside for so long? How Kang Gook hadn't noticed anything before?

Those words Tae Joo just said to him meant so much. All he could do was to pull that boy into a long kiss. He hoped that kiss would say everything he really wanted to say to Tae Joo.

Meanwhile, Kang Gook hated himself. He wasn't perfect, even though Tae Joo had said so. He had hurt that boy. He had said stupid things, and only a moment later he had thought he had lost him completely. That one night...

"I love you, Tae Joo-ya. So much." Kang Gook said against his lips. "I'm so sorry."

Tae Joo didn't understand. "What are you sorry for?"

"Our last night together before you left... What I said..." Kang Gook swallowed. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean anything of it. What I said was stupid and rude. I shouldn't have said anything like that. I got scared of my own feelings and panicked, but it really can't be the reason for my words. When I saw you crying, it broke me inside. I was the reason for your tears, because I was the one who hurt you. And I'm so, so sorry. When you spent that one week in Japan, I missed you. I missed you so much. And when I said that I can live without you, but you can't live without me, was a lie. Because I can't live without you either."

Tae Joo got emotional. Kang Gook's beautiful face had turned blurry in his eyes. He hadn't been angry with Kang Gook for years, he had forgiven, even though he had never told him that. Tae Joo had known that Kang Gook hadn't meant his words. But those words he had meant. And those last sentences had caused the tears to appear to Tae Joo's eyes.

"When I came back to our home that night and saw the mess in our living room, my first thought was that you had to be okay. There was no other option. But when I didn't see you anywhere, I freaked out. I had to find you. At first I didn't even think that your father was to blame before Pil Hyun told me. But the feeling I felt that night... I can't describe it. I was horrified. I thought you were really kidnapped. That you were dead. I thought I lost you. I never want to feel that feeling again. Ever again."

Kang Gook’s words were too much for Tae Joo. He pressed his lips against his, letting his tears flow down his cheeks, mixing with their kisses. Tae Joo didn't want to think how Kang Gook had felt. If he had been the one thinking Kang Gook was dead then... No. He didn't want to think that. Not even for one second. He was so sorry that Kang Gook had had to think of something so awful. No one should think anything like that.

"Don't cry." Kang Gook whispered against Tae Joo's lips, wiping the tears from his cheeks with his thumbs. However, new tears replaced the old ones. "I don't want to see you cry. Come here."

Kang Gook wrapped his arms tightly around Tae Joo's body, and Tae Joo clung to his neck. He cried against Kang Gook's skin, watering it with tears. Kang Gook let the other one cry, even though it made him feel bad. It was better to let it all out than to keep it inside. Kang Gook was there, for him, stroking his bare back gently, whispering in his ear that it was okay. Kang Gook felt Tae Joo's grip tighten around his neck, as if he was afraid the other one would disappear from his grip.

"It's okay, everything is okay. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." Kang Gook shushed. Tae Joo's body trembled with the force of crying. Kang Gook didn’t remember the last time Tae Joo had cried this much. It hurt. When Tae Joo felt bad, he did too. Kang Gook tried to keep his own tears away.

"I'm so sorry that you had to think of something like that. If I'd need to think I'd lost you, I... God, I don't want to think about it." Tae Joo sobbed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean my words either. It was a stupid fight that I want to forget. I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you." He continued. "I love you."

Kang Gook was relieved to hear those words. Tae Joo wasn't mad at him. All this time, he had regretted for not apologizing sooner. But now that he knew Tae Joo wanted to forget, Kang Gook wanted too. Tae Joo had forgiven him, and that was the most important thing.

"I love you too." He said back. Saying those words was so easy.

There they layed, clinging to each other. Kang Gook had never stopped caressing Tae Joo's back. Tae Joo had stopped crying, he was breathing calmly, enjoying Kang Gook’s presence and touch. They were okay now. After three long years, both were relieved. They had gotten each other back. Feelings had been released. Their thoughts were clear, and their future together bright. All that struggle over the years had been worth of all that love.

As Kang Gook caressed the boy lying in his arms, he realized he hadn't said that one important sentence back to him.

"Tae Joo-ya. I know I used to try to push you away. All those touches and words of yours, and when you tried to kiss me, it made me confused. I had been trying for so long to keep my feelings hidden from you. But now..." Kang Gook began.

Tae Joo waited for Kang Gook to continue. He looked at him in the eyes.

"But now?"

"But now I feel free. You finally know what I feel for you. You were always the only one I wanted. And now you're here. Now we're here. You're my everything too, Tae Joo-ya."

A happy smile rose on Tae Joo's lips. He was happiest than ever. All those words Kang Gook said that night had hit into his heart. Never before had Kang Gook been so open about his feelings than during that night. It felt good. Kang Gook had finally torn down his wall, letting Tae Joo inside, to him. Tae Joo was more than grateful for that. He was sure he could never thank Kang Gook enough. For everything. For everything he had done for him. What he had said, what he had sacrificed for him. It all told him how much Kang Gook loved him. All he could do was to give Kang Gook as much love in return.

"You know what." Tae Joo started. "Since when we were kids, you were there for me, when my dad wasn't. And when my mom died... You were the one who helped me with everything. I'm so, so, so thankful for that." He said, meaning every word.

Kang Gook kissed Tae Joo's forehead. He loved the boy in his arms so much. He would've done anything for him. At that moment, he wasn't able to say anything. Sometimes you didn't need words. Just being there, was enough.

"I'm sure my mom would've liked you a lot. Us, like this." Tae Joo said soon, loving smile on his lips.

He really meant it. He was sad he wasn't able to show the love of his life to a woman he missed so much. They had been 6-year-olds when she had passed away, and Tae Joo wasn't able to remember every little thing about his mother. But one thing he was sure about, was that she would've been okay with this. Him and Kang Gook, being together. But as Kang Gook had once said, maybe she really was looking down at them from the clouds.

Kang Gook smiled, lovingly. "I'm sure about it too." He said.

Soon Tae Joo raised his other hand on Kang Gook's cheek. He stroked his soft, flawless skin. There he was, watching his future.

"I'm not going to leave you. I'll always be here with you." Tae Joo was able to promise. Finally.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

"Always?"

"Always."

And always was all they ever wanted.

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religioused · 4 years ago

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The Emmaus Heart

by Gary Simpson

Luke 24:36-48 CEV

While Jesus' disciples were talking about what had happened, Jesus appeared and greeted them.

37 They were frightened and terrified because they thought they were seeing a ghost. But Jesus said, “Why are you so frightened? Why do you doubt? Look at my hands and my feet and see who I am! Touch me and find out for yourselves. Ghosts don't have flesh and bones as you see I have.”

40 After Jesus said this, he showed them his hands and his feet. The disciples were so glad and amazed that they could not believe it. Jesus then asked them, “Do you have something to eat?” They gave him a piece of broiled fish. He took it and ate it as they watched.

44 Jesus said to them, “While I was still with you, I told you that everything written about me in the Law of Moses, the Books of the Prophets, and in the Psalms had to happen.” Then he helped them understand the Scriptures. He told them: The Scriptures say that the Messiah must suffer, then three days later he will rise from death. They also say that all people of every nation must be told in my name to turn to God, in order to be forgiven. So beginning in Jerusalem, you must tell everything that has happened.

Reflection:

This interesting passage is sandwiched between Luke’s account of Jesus' resurrection and Jesus appearing to the disciples on the Emmaus Road, and Jesus' ascension. I will briefly review the Emmaus Road encounter. Jesus joins two disciples. Using the Torah and the writings of the prophets (Moses and the prophets), Jesus explains to the disciples the real role the promised Messiah. Our pandemic experience might feel to some people very much like the Emmaus Road. We are so consumed with the loss that we experienced during the pandemic that we do not realize that the Spirit of the Risen Christ is walking with us on the road of loss, that we are not alone in this difficult time.

John Giel is currently serving as the Chancellor for Canonical Affairs and the Vicor General for the Diocese of Orlando.(1) He gave a sermon broadcast on Catholic Television for Central Florida. In his sermon he indicates that the Road to Emmaus is located in our hearts.

“The Road to Emmaus is that time when we have the hardest time believing. The Road to Emmaus is when we have . . . difficult moments and we say, ’I'm out of here.’” He observes we are more likely to feel this way when life is not going the way we expect it to go.(2)

This encounter in the room is probably recorded in Luke's Gospel, because it helps establish the reality of the resurrection, the need for the cross, the urgency of the task Jesus was giving His followers, and the power of God. (3)

Jesus was crucified and died. Jesus' followers were overcome with fear, anger, and grief. They were having a hard time believing. They could neither comprehend Jesus’ Messianic role nor the fact that Jesus was alive. Those in the room may have been just searching for proof, for something that could comfort them. Jesus supplied the proof they needed. Then Jesus taught them from the Scriptures, showing them that it was necessary for the Messiah to suffer and rise from the dead on the third day. Jesus also explains that through Him, the Messiah, comes forgiveness.(4) He helped shift their theology.

Many people are spiritually uncertain and troubled. They live in fear of an angry, harsh, judgmental God. On an intellectual level, they get the fact that God is loving, but, like the disciples on the Emmaus Road, fear keeps them from recognizing the presence of God’s Kingdom when it is right beside them. Not recognizing and comprehending the Kingdom is a theme that continues in the room. Because the hearts of those in the room were on the Emmaus Road, I titled this reflection “The Emmaus Road Heart.”

The Emmaus Road Heart is seen when Christians want other people to prove they are Christians unless they act, walk, talk, and worship in a specific way. So we put people to the test.

My Grade 12 year was spent in a religious boarding academy. Then I progressed to a Christian college. The expectations of how Christian young people were supposed to act were really something.

• No long hair. And this was during the late 1970s and the early 1980s. Almost all young males were wearing long hair. Our hair could not touch the collar of our shirts or cover our earlobes.

• No jeans or t-shirts. We could wear jeans and t-shirts at the gym, in the dorm, or when we were working on a job. The rest of the time, the male students had to wear button-up shirts and either dress pants or corduroy pants.

• No ripped or torn clothing.

• No makeup and jewelry.

• Females could expect to have their dress length measured.

• When I was in Grade 12, we were expected to attend 11 devotions a week in our dorms, 4 church services, and a chapel assembly every week.

That was a grand total of 16 religious services a week. Things were slightly better when I was in college because we were only expected to attend 6 devotions a week in our dorms and the 4 church services and a chapel assembly. For college, we were down to only 11 religious services a week.

• Radios, stereos, and TVs were not allowed in the academy. At college level, radios and stereos were allowed as long as they were played so quietly that nobody could hear them outside of your room. No rock, no Christian rock, and nothing with a strong base beat was allowed.

Zooming forward a few years. I noticed a Christian boarding school that had the following standards of behavior for their students:

• No reading science fiction.

• Minimum length dresses.

• Pants cannot be too tight or too loose. Pants are not to have holes.

• Underwear is not to be seen.

• No hats or dark sunglasses in buildings.

• No bandanas can be worn around your head.

• No clothing with messages about alcohol, tobacco, sex, and occultism.

• No tank tops or sleeveless tops.

These rules are largely cultural, but they were used to define Christian behavior. Cultural elements of Christianity can pose a problem in our understanding of the Kingdom of God. Some of the rules defining Christian behavior, defining the expression of God at this Christian academy feel dated. They seem fixed in time about two generations ago.

Will Willimon is a professor at Duke Divinity School.(5) He makes the point that Jesus is “a body in motion,” seemingly to be ahead of the disciples. He observes that there is something about humanity that is “uncomfortable about the risen Christ in motion.” Will Willimon continues, “We want to fix Christ, we want to stabilize, to take his presence and define it and confine it.”(6) And I believe that we have confined Christ to doctrine, to specific expressions of the Christian life. We confined Christ to the point where we struggle to see Christ working in the lives of women, of non-binary people, LGBT+ people, and in the lives of people with olive, brown, or black skin.

The risen Christ is too big, too loving, too expansive to fit into our White male, European sense of Christ. We should expect expansiveness from the Risen Christ – after all, Jesus was a brown skinned Jewish radical. As wonderful as the ancient creeds, the new creeds, and the old doctrine of the church are, the risen Christ is bigger than all of those things. Christ is big enough to work through those who we find unsettling, because of their race, ethnicity, socio-economic class, religion, ability, gender, gender expression, political affiliation, occupation, and sexuality.

Christ is telling us that it is time to unbolt the pews we've been sitting on, that is time for us to grab a light folding chair and to follow the Risen Christ. Our Christ, the Risen One, is walking through closed doors, going into rooms full of people hungry to be with a community filled with hope and with God’s love. The Risen Christ is prepared to bring those who are in rooms closed by the fear and hurt of the Emmaus Road Heart to McDougall United Church. Christ is bringing them to us and is inviting us to keep up as He moves in Emmaus Road Hearts.

Notes

(1) “Staff Very Rev. John C. Giel.” Holy Family Catholic Community. n.d., 11 April 2021. <https://holyfamilyorlando.com/staff/john-c-giel/>.

(2)“CCTN Homily-Third Sunday of Easter (05/08/11).” Catholic Television for Central Florida YouTube Channel. n.d., 11 April 2021. <https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=swMqVH9T240>.

(3) William Barclay. The New Daily Study Bible: The Gospel of Luke. Kindle ed. (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2001), e-book.

(4) Barclay (2001), e-book.

(5) “Will Willimon.” Wikipedia. 09 April 2012, 12 April 2012.

<https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Henry_Willimon>.

(6) Will Willimon. “May 4, 2014 – Third Sunday of Easter.” Duke Memorial UMC. 13 May 2014, 12 April 2021. <https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RfJhnwuaWMw>.

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natromanxoff · 5 years ago

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Queen live at Colston Hall in Bristol, UK - November 18, 1975

The photos could be from either night.

This article from the November 29 issue of Sounds chronicles the second night in Bristol.

Queen triumphant

QUEEN ARE the type of group that make a man want to abandon rock writing. They pose questions and never provide answers. They exist in their own space-time continuum, visible and audible but keeping their secrets to themselves.

On the surface they couldn't be a nicer bunch of people, but they carry English reticence to an epitome. It isn't, as Geoff Barton said two weeks ago, that they're boring, it's just that they're reserved. Or in writer parlance, they don't automatically provide colourful copy. All my instincts as a writer tell me that there is a great story in that band, but after two nights with them I'm hardly any the wiser.

Skin tight

That their insularity has a lot to do with them being one of the most amazing heavy-metal and/or rock bands in Britain - with all the signs that they'll end up monsters on the order of Zep - is fairly obvious, but just how much bearing it has on the matter is hard to say. The enigmas they might pose mightn't even have answers.

Is there any logical reason why they present an image and persona straight out of the Beatles school of interlocking chemistry?

John is reserved, almost nonchalant on stage, as if it's all in a small, personal joke. When asked how he saw himself within the framework of the band he replied, with a small smile, "I'm the bassist".

Roger is his opposite, the cheeky sidekick in a Clint Eastwood movie, and attracting a lot of cheesecake attention in America and Japan.

Freddie is an original - one of the most dynamic singers to tread the boards in quite a few years. His attraction is obvious.

Brian is perhaps the biggest enigma of all. What is this seemingly frail, gaunt astronomer doing on that stage, striding purposefully and blasting diamond-hard rock? They're all equally strong personalities - like the Beatles there's no one major focal point. Ask four fans who their dream Queen is and you'll get four different answers.

Queen have been busy lads these past few months. Having disassociated themselves from their former management and joined with John Reid, the fourth album was seen to. Reid decided that a tight schedule wouldn't cause them undue harm, and figured on two months to record before embarking on this current tour.

Only Queen are driven to better each previous album - which at this stage of the game is obviously producing some excellent results - and 'A Night At The Opera' turned into a saga - culminating in 36-hour mixing sessions in an effort to allow at least a few days for rehearsal. In the end they managed three and a half days at Elstree with four hours off to videotape the promotional film for 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

Their first few dates had not been without errors and the quartet were still not feeling totally comfortable their second night in Bristol, fourth night of the tour. You'd never know it, though.

Like all other aspects of the group, the stage is sophisticated. A black scrim provides a backdrop bounded by a proscenium of lights both front and rear. At each side the p.a. rises like a mutant marriage of Mammon and Robby the Robot. Amp power is readily evident but the most extraordinary is Brian May's subtle set up: nine Vox boxes stepping back in rows of three. The only packing crate visible is holding a tray of drinks, and you may rest assured that no roadie will rush, crawl or lurk across the stage while the show is in progress unless it's to rescue Freddie's mike from the clawing crowd.

As the auditorium darkens the sound of an orchestra tuning up is heard over the p.a. The conductor taps his baton on the music stand and a slightly effete voice welcomes the audience to A Night At The Opera. The Gilbert & Sullivan portion of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' follows, a brief glimpse of Freddie is allowed, and then in a blast of flares and white smoke the blitzkrieg begins.

Roger is barely visible behind his kit, just his eyes and tousled locks. John is wearing a white suit and playing the-man-who-must-stand-still-or-it-will-all-blow-away. Brian is slightly medieval in his green and white Zandra Rhodes top, while Freddie is...

Around his ankles his satin white pants flare like wings - fleet footed Hermes. Everything north of the knee is skin tight - tighter than skin tight - with a zip-up front open to AA rating. But further south, definitely in X territory, lurks a bulge not unlike the Sunday Telegraph.

There have been sex objects and sex bombs, superstar potency and the arrogant presentation of this all-important area, but never has a man's weaponry been so flagrantly showcased. Fred could jump up on the drum stand and shake his cute arse, leap about and perform all manner of amazing acrobatics, but there it was, this rope in repose, barely leashed tumescence, the Queen's sceptre. Oh to be that hot costume, writhing across the mighty Fred!

Phallic

Freddie is not pretty in the conventional sense of the word; like Mick Jagger of '64, he is his own convention. Also like the Jagger of the time, his stage persona and action is unlike anything else. Although it borrows - like most of the group's plagiarisms - slightly from Zeppelin, in tandem with Freddie's supreme assurance and belief in himself - he always refers to himself as a star - it explodes into something that is a constant delight to watch.

He reacts to his audience almost like an over-emotional actress - Gloria Swanson, say, or perhaps Holly Woodlawn playing Bette Davis. At the climax of the second night in Bristol he paused at the top of the drum stand, looked back over the crowd and with complete, heartfelt emotion placed his delicate fingers to lips and blew a kiss. Any person who can consume themselves so completely in such a clichéd showbiz contrivance deserves to be called a star.

Freddie's real talent, though, is with his mike stand. No Rod Stewart mike stand callisthenics here, just a shortee stick that doubles as a cock, machine gun, ambiguous phallic symbol, and for a fleeting moment an imaginary guitar. He has a neat trick of standing quite still in particularly frantic moments and holding the stand vertically from his crotch up, draw a fragile finger along its length, ever closer to the taunting eyes that survey his audience.

Their show contains lots of bombs and smoke, lots of lights, lots of noise. They fulfil the function of supremely good heavy metal - i.e. you don't get a second to think about what's going on. When they do let up for a few minutes, it's only so you can focus in on the bright blue electric charge crackling between your ears.

Bulldozer

Dominating the sound is Roger's drumming, a bulldozer echo that bounces like an elastic membrane, meshing with your solar plexus so that your body pulses in synch with the thunder. Tuned into that, everything else is just supremely nice icing.

For three days rehearsal, after eight months off the road Bristol was extremely impressive. In speculative mood I quizzed people on how long they thought it would take to headline Madison Square Garden. I was thought a radical at a year and a half. John Reid smilingly assured me it would take a year.

That Queen should end up with John Reid is an entirely logical proceeding. Everything about Queen demands that the world eventually kowtows at their feet in complete acquiescence - so big that bodyguards have to accompany them at every step. Well, no - they found that an annoyance in Japan, but, you know, huge.

Such status demands a Reid or a Peter Grant, and whatever the causes for their leaving Jack Nelson and Trident, an elegant group like Queen is going to look for a man with class. Reid found the idea of managing a group interesting, and having to deal with four strong personalities a challenge. He only concerns himself with their business and ensuring that the year ahead is mapped out. In January they begin a jaunt through the Orient, Australia and America, by which time it's March and they begin preparations for the next album.

Reid's prediction of a year was proven highly credible the next evening in Cardiff. The band had still not paused from the rush up to the tour and spent most of the day relaxing and sleeping - no doubt a factor in their near recumbent profile. Also, unlike most groups, they were keeping their dissatisfaction with the show to themselves.

They stopped off at Harlech TV on the way to see a cassette of the video for 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. The general consensus was quite good for four hours, with much laughter during the operetta. Brian finds film of the group educational - the first time he saw himself was a Mike Mansfield opus for 'Keep Yourself Alive' - "It was 'All right fellows, give it everything you've got but don't move off that spot.' It was terrible." You don't like Mansfield, eh? "Oh, I hate him - we all do... I was horrified when I saw it - I couldn't believe we looked that bad. I looked very static - seeing myself has taught me a lot about stage movement. Some of the things I do are planned for effect, but it's mostly just feeling the audience and communicating that back to them."

Arriving at the motel - several miles out of town - Freddie immediately fell asleep, John held court of a sort, joined later by Brian, while Roger went jogging, a daily event when touring. Tuning in to rock via Bill Haley and Tommy Steele, he became a drummer because he was better at it than guitar. All through school he was in bands; he only went to dental school out of "middle class conditioning, and it was a good way to stay in London without having to work". His mother thought it a bit strange when he opted for a career as a rock star, but she doesn't worry too much now.

The concert starts in much the same manner as the previous night, but there are signs that tonight is work, with posing an afterthought. The endings to most of their songs are magnificent and majestic, especially 'Flick Of The Wrist' and the rapid harmonies of 'Bad Boy Leroy Brown'.

Maniacal

The audience, seeing their faces in town for the first time, are vociferous in their appreciation. Guys know all the words to every song, yelling enthusiastically at every effect and solo. The band picks up, Freddie receiving the crowd beneficently, telling them they’re beautiful.

As the show builds it is obvious that things are gelling more. The previous night Brian had seemed totally out of place, not moving too much, taking solos with the weirdest half blank half possessed stare, talking to himself; cocking ear towards guitar. He was the proverbial stranger in a strange land, one step removed from the plane inhabited by you and me.

Tonight he moves fluidly, the gonzo lead guitarist of a gonzo band. His expressions are just as maniacal, but it only makes him look more demonic. His solo in 'Brighton Rock', an exposition in riffing and echo, is a treat because of his physical response to both music and audience, complete with ham acting. Freddie gets into the same game on 'The Prophet's Song', where he conducts an acapella madrigal with himself. It's a pretty commanding moment.

It’s soon after this that Madison Square seems reasonable. About a minute into 'Stone Cold Crazy' it becomes very obvious that Queen have suddenly Plugged In. Found the metal music machine and Connected. Freddie's movements explode in perfect unison with the music, the lights and surroundings go crazy, and the audience goes berserk.

Freddie asks for requests and receives a roar out of which one can vaguely make 'Liar'. Fred walks along the stage, nodding, agreeing he will do this one and that one while the kids roar on. "I'll tell you what - we'll do them all!"

'Doing Alright' opens slow and portentously. Queen's variation of light and shade is one of the major factors in their popularity, but even so the quiet sections frequently find the audience's mind wandering. One kid starts getting a joint together, totally forgetting it when everything blasts off again; guys talk among themselves, only to instantly leap to their feet, fists flying to the beat.

'Doing Alright' changes into a cha-cha beat, Freddie snapping his fingers, the coolest hipster in town, and then instantly drops into faster-than-light drive - the whole row next to me leaps to their feet as a man, rocking back and forth as Brian roars into a blinding solo.

Two songs later, in 'Seven Seas of Rye', the kids break - very fast - and in five seconds half the audience is a seething mass in front of the stage, climbing on each other in pyramids, sudden openings appearing as a splintering seat sends a few bodies to the floor.

The rest of the show is equally intense, especially for a couple of minutes during 'Liar; where Fred and Brian merge into a tight little triangle with Roger while John stands in front of the bass drum, staring out with his small smile.

Freddie has treated his encores - 'Big Spender' and 'Jailhouse Rock' - differently on successive nights, once appearing in a kimono and in Bristol with rather rude tight white shorts, giving the song title new emphasis. In Cardiff, though, he doesn't bother to change at all. Later it transpired that Brian had twisted his ankle during 'Liar'. While he’s attended to, kids out front pick up chair slivers to keep as mementos.

On the bus back to the hotel Brian sits quietly at the back, chatting with two girls. John sits at the front, as always. Freddie stares out of the window, lost in his own world. Roger bounces around, starts a pillow fight with Brian - which stops as soon as Brian scores a direct hit to the face - then discovers an eight track of 'Sheer Heart Attack', punching it through the channels as he conducts the group. The two hours towards which they have channelled the day's energies are spent.

Ambition

That Queen have become a top attraction through a fair degree of plagiarism is amusing. Stealing is nothing new in rock (or any art for that matter) and mostly Queen use the borrowed material better than the originals. That they would be big I don't think anybody really doubted. All four have immense desire to be successful, and that kind of ambition will keep them slogging until they achieve it.

But there are popular heavy metal bands and there are popular h-m bands. From watching Queen's audience it is apparent that Queen speak for them in a way that bands such as the Who and the Stones and the Beatles spoke (and continue to speak) to their audience. Uriah Heep may be great at what they do, but five years after their demise who'll remember them? Creedence Clearwater Revival demonstrate the same thing - who remembers them? And yet five years ago they were the largest band in the world.

Queen will probably always be remembered, because as their tour is beginning to demonstrate, they have the ability to actualise and encompass the outer limits of their sense of self-importance. Queen and their music, presentation, production - everything about them says that they are more important than any other band you've every heard, and who has there been, so far, who has objected? Certainly not the 150,000 people (plus 20,000 a day) who bought 'Bohemian Rhapsody' in the first 20 days of its release. Certainly not me.

See you at Madison Square Garden.

[text © J. Ingham 2007; photos © Kate Simon]

~ You can see the photos which was mentioned on the article, from the link on the title. ~

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100 things that made me America’s Dad

#1 I had Sex. It is tough to be a Dad when you do not have a kid. Full credit due for invitro dads, for adoption dads, and stepdads. I am not trying to bash on anybody’s parade. I just did it the old-fashioned way. Had a lot of fun. It is a natural talent.

#2 I got my priorities in the right order. It is not about me anymore. Faith. Wife. Kids. Then me. My hobbies take a back seat. The gym became less important.

#3 I made my marriage a priority.

#4 I made sure I could financially provide. Check income. Track expenses. Budget.

#5 Financially prepared for the future. College. Retirement. Big Purchases. House. Cars. Etc.

#6 I made sure I had a Will.

#7 I made sure I had Life Insurance.

#8 I recognized that I am now a role model. I should at least act like it.

#9 I stayed optimistic about everything. Because pessimism sucks.

#10 Made sure Mom and Dad are on the same team.

#11 My discipline game was on point. Strong, Firm, Reasonable.

#12 I protected my family. From physical harm, spiritual harm, emotional harm, evil.

#13 I am thankful for everything. Where I was born. The people I have met. That guy that gave me an idea. The guy that said I couldn’t. The ones that said I could. To authors. To haters. To supporters. Everything. Everyone.

#14 I provide. A roof, food, and water. Stable home. Education. Unconditional love. Discipline. Consequences.

#15 Not rigid. I stay flexible. Not only in the sack. I’m not going to be rigid in my parenting. Times change. Kids have different personalities. I adjust accordingly.

#16 I shouldered the responsibility. And the blame. All of it. I can handle it.

#17 I set the tone at home. It’s what a leader does.

#18 Made sure our family name means something in our community. How we carry ourselves and how we treat others.

#19 A good home life was more important than faking it on social media.

#20 I made sure our house was a home.

#21 I kicked ass at work. I tried to be the best. Because that is how you succeed.

#22 I prepare my kids for the real world. Age appropriately, of course.

#23 My values and morals are firm. I do not compromise on those.

#24 I put in the effort. Because this is too important to wing it.

#25 I became good at relationships. It’s amazing what being nice, reliable, and offering help will do for your reputation.

#26 Humbled myself because I realized my ego will be my downfall.

#27 Perspective was everything. I learned to put myself in other people’s shoes.

#28 Taught my kids about guns. If I am going to have them, we might as well make sure safety is taught and they do not become forbidden fruit.

#29 I reassessed who I hung out with. I wanted to elevate myself not be held back.

#30 This is who I took advice from. People who actually did what I wanted to do. Good Dads. Good businessmen who built from scratch.

#31 Time. Quality and quantity. I recognized its importance in raising a family. Time is everything.

#32 Let my kids be them. Not what I wish I had been. My Values and morals are firm but I let their personalities and talents bloom.

#33 I read books to my kids. Good bonding. Good teaching moments.

#34 I Play with my kids. Both when it was fun as they get older and when it was boring when they just laid there.

#35 I remain Calm under pressure. Cool heads prevail over emotional drama queens.

#36 I build up my kids’ confidence. Because self-esteem does not result from being crushed all the time.

#37 I give them frequent reality checks. If I’m going to be humbled…so will they. This isn’t a fairy tale.

#38 Created a stable home environment. Rules, routine, predictability.

#39 Realized how much these kids see and absorb…..and modified my behavior.

#40 I hated negativity. Still do.

#41 Vices – not for me. I can say no. I can handle stress. Drugs, alcohol, gambling, porn, tobacco….I make sure my mind is more powerful than temptation.

#42 My secret formula. Hard work + Good Decisions + Faith =Success

#43 Failing does not bother me. In fact, it oddly is fun for me.

#44 Plowed thru fears. Pushed forward. No, what-ifs.

#45 Live without regret. I do not want to be 90 wishing I had been a better dad or tried to make something of myself.

#46 Not afraid to make the unpopular decision because I know it is the right decision.

#47 I do not get painted into corners. If A and B are the only options. I find or create an option C.

#48 I am not afraid to get weird and step outside my comfort zone.

#49 I did not say the things I wanted to say when I was angry. Because I knew I would regret it and once those things are said they never really get taken back.

#50 Loved taking those scary leaps toward opportunities.

#51 Gave my kids independence and freedom as they earned it.

#52 I am not a helicopter dad. But I do verify the trust and freedoms I have allowed are worthy.

#53 Comparison was motivation, not depression. I was never envious, just inspired.

#54 Our house had RULES. Because structure is important.

#55 I refused to sacrifice my family to excel in my career.

#56 I let my kids fail…. a lot.

#57 Became okay with asking for help…. letting go of that ego thing.

#58 Actions were more important than words…. anybody can say the words.

#59 I didn’t make excuses, I just got things done.

#60 Willingness to do what others would not. I found there is much value in doing the things others find demeaning or too hard.

$61 I found the best balance is balancing over longer periods of time. Not day to day or even weekly. More seasonal.

#62 I gave myself reality checks. Check that ego.

#63 I realized how good I have it. And I did my best to soak in that contentment.

#64 Recognized my kids’ genetics and focused on their talents, skills, and personalities.

#65 Respect is important. Earning it & Giving it.

#66 Bravery is important. Super important. Stand up for what I genuinely believe in.

#67 Raising my kids to be fully functional adults.

#68 I used short-term tactics with long-term visions.

#69 Pushed my kids to be better, braver, stronger.

#70 Teach my kids everything I can about life, so they are prepared when they enter the real world without me.

#71 Recognized how important dads’ role is in the family.

#72 I document a lot. It’s great for memories. Reflection. Appreciation.

#73 I controlled my kids' influences. What they see, experience, hear.

#74 Strong man- Kind heart.

#75 The secret to a good life is simply being happy.

#76 I do my best. Give my best. Because effort is huge!

#77 Realized my wife was insanely important to our life.

#78 I drive our family value home repeatedly. No one and done. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

#79 Started my own businesses giving us control of our lifestyle.

#80 Worked close to home because I hated the idea of traffic instead of family.

#81 Made big efforts to be incredibly involved in my kids’ lives. Even the not so fun things.

#82 We switched to homeschooling. More time. More freedom. More control of influences.

#83 Knew my priorities in life. Faith. Family. Work. Friends.

#84 Budgeting was a huge deal. Both of us stayed involved and adhered to it. Neither of us wasted our hard-earned money.

#85 I did not borrow money. No partners. No inheritance. All on my own. No scapegoats. No crutches.

#86 Willing to do unpopular things and go against the grain. Because going along with crowds seems so…. basic.

#87 Cared more about building a net worth than impressing people.

#88 Despite mediocre grammar skills I enjoy writing out my thoughts. Creates clarity and conviction!

#89 Never traveled as a kid, Limited travel as an adult= Strong desire to travel!

#90 Sold a valuable business to the right company at the right time. Luck helps. Luck seems to happen to people who work really hard and do the right things.

#91 Realized having cash and no debt gives you options and freedom and tremendous peace of mind.

#92 Set huge, big goals. Never achieved them totally. But when I came up short, I still did great!

#93 Never afraid of work…even hard work, willing to outwork everyone.

#94 My hobby was my family and work. I excelled at the 2 things I focused most on.

#95 Leaned heavily on my Faith. Put my worries, struggles, anxieties on shoulders bigger than mine.

#96 I knew I did not want to replicate the bad parts of my father …but I did want to replicate the good parts.

#97 Married a girl with the same values and morals as me. With similar goals. With similar ethics. With the same determination to work through bad times and build a good life.

#98 Looked at my ancestry and wanted to become a legend in my family. I wanted our name to really mean something.

#99 Lived a life that if someone wants to dig into it there is nothing to find. Squeaky clean.

#100 Wrote down our family values. This became our compass and roadmap.

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200 Brooklyn 99 Prompts

Rosa

1 “Talk to him, that's what friends do.” “Nope. I'm gonna wait 'til I'm on my deathbed, get in the last word and then die immediately.” “That's your plan for dealing with this?” “That's my plan for dealing with everything. I have seventy-seven arguments I'm going to win that way.”

2 “I'm already seeing somebody, NAME.” “Oh, and just like that, things got interesting.” “And just like that, I left.”

3 “NAME is even wearing his/her formal leather jacket.” “It's the one without any blood on it.”

4 “Right, that's the guy/girl you said the lame stuff about. Like he’s/she's a good listener.” “Sorry, what do you look for in a guy/girl?” “Real stuff, like the shape of his/her ass.”

5 “Sorry I'm late. I had to go back to the deli and return my Everything Bagel. In what world does everything not include beef jerky?” “All of them.”

6 “He/She also likes to look up recipes online and go, "Who's got the time?"

7 “Thank you, NAME. Your entire life is garbage.”

8 “NAME , tell us about your family.” “I have one.”

9 “Anyone over the age of six celebrating a birthday should go to hell.”

10 “I am dating his/her nephew/niece. Now we are hanging out on weekends. What is next? Oh! Small talk.”

11 “Wait, is that a smile I see?” “Possibly. My immune system is too weak to fight off my smile muscles.”

12 “Whoa, what happened? You know what, forget it. I'll just read NAME’s notes.”

13 “NAME? Are you stuck in there?” “No, I'm in here by choice.” “Oh, 'cause I hear some banging noises as if someone was struggling to open the door.” “No. That was the pipes.” “Or, is it the sound of you learning how to ask for help? You know, you can't spell ‘independent’ without ‘dependent.’” “And you can't spell ‘Go [bleep] yourself’ without ‘[bleep] you.’”

14 “I've said "excuse me" more times this morning than I have in my entire life. Twice!”

15 “Oh, nothing better after a long shift than coming to BAR NAME. It's like Cheers, where everybody knows your name.” “A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You're describing hell.”

16 “So, what is this? Casual, serious? I need to know how to make fun of you.”

17 “NAME and I broke up. He/She ate soup too much.” “What, like every day?” “It happened twice.”

18 “So, what are you drinking?” “I'll have a margarita. But, like, a skinny margarita. So, like, tequila, lime, and a tiny splash of agave.” “Mm. I refuse to order that.”

19 “What are you looking all wistful about?” “Just thinking, about relationships and love, and how I'm way better at them than I thought I'd be. Should I do a TED Talk on it?” “Doesn't seem any dumber than all the other TED Talks.”

20 “Why didn't you tell me? I had no idea things were getting that serious.” “Yeah, it's very embarrassing having feelings.”

21 “So are you bringing someone to the wedding?” “No, I'm taking a break from dating for a while.” “What?” “I'm sick of asking people how many siblings they have. Oh, is it somewhere between zero and two? How fascinating.”

22 “I grew a goatee and it looks amazing, and I know you can see it.” “Of course we can see it, NAME. It's horrible.”

23 “It feels like you're being a little harsh.” “Thanks, good note. I was going for extremely harsh. I'll turn it up.”

24 “Are your senses heightened?” “I think I might be pregnant, not bitten by a radioactive spider.”

25 “You're what sneezes are!”

26 “Seriously, you guys should stand up once in a while. You know, for your hearts.”

27 “NAME, this is dumb. I'm just gonna go.” “No, no, no. You promised me more time. I still have seven minutes.” “I really don't want to miss my flight, and I cannot physically stand the way that room smells anymore.” “Just breathe through your mouth.”

28 “You know, some people say, ‘Mo money, mo problems,’ but those people are idiots. Money's amazing.”

29 “Dude, just admit you ruined everything and turned our lives into a living hell. No biggie.”

30 “We don't want anyone getting alcohol poisoning, so if you throw up, you're disqualified.” “I never throw up. I just tell my stomach to deal with it. My body is terrified of me.”

Jake

31 “I also have a hairline fracture in my thumb. Mankind's least important finger, am I right?”

32 “I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood's supposed to be.”

33 “How much could I possibly owe you? Fifty, sixty bucks?” “Two thousand, four hundred and thirty seven dollars.” “Dollars?! Wait, of course dollars. Why was that the part I was surprised by?”

34 “So, I'm going to grab a healthy breakfast.” “Are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up?” “Breakfast burrito, but yeah.” “I pity your dentist.” “Joke's on you. I don't have a dentist.”

35 “I'm talking to my credit card company. I tried to get an online subscription to the New Yorker and they declined me. Apparently, based on my previous purchases, they assumed it was fraud. That's crazy. I'm fancy. One time I had coffee-flavored ice cream.”

36 “Rules are made to be broken.” “They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.” “Uh, piñatas.” “Glow sticks.” “Karate boards.” “Spaghetti when you have a small pot.” “Rules.”

37 “Hey, can I ask you something?” “Mm-hmm.” “If the toilets drain into the ocean, does that mean a tiny shark could swim up and bite me in the butt?” “No, not at all.” “Psh, lame.”

38 “NAME, super important question. Which one of these shirts should I wear to dinner with your dad/mom tonight?” “Those are exactly the same.” “I have a signature look, NAME.”

39 “Hello, good sir, I'd like your finest bottle of wine, please.” “That will be $1,600.” “Great, I'd like your $8-est bottle of wine, please.”

40 “I am straight-up depressed. NAME’s been doing her best to cheer me up. He/She gave me this sticker this morning just for waking up.” “Ew, it's like you're dating your teacher.” “I know, it's so hot.”

41 “Wait. Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face. Someone died. No! You won a prize. I'm not getting better at this.”

42 “What is the bandwidth on the wifi here? We have much content to stream.”

43 “Oh, you sweaty, chair-spinning morons. You're gonna get us out of here.”

44 “Sir, I think I speak for all of us when —“ “He/She doesn't.” “He/She doesn't.”

45 “So, your brother/sister's a bit of a nightmare.” “I wouldn't say that. I mean, at most, he’s/she's a daymare.” “Those are so much scarier.” “Yeah.”

46 “Look, NAME, I burnt two hundred calories.” “That's your heart rate.” “Yeah, that checks out.”

47 “I don't slump, people. I opposite of slump. I pmuls. That's slump backwards and it's what I do. I pmuls all over this bitch.”

48 “Excuse me. We were just looking for a place to —“ “Boink.” “Yes, boink. That's my preferred term for it, too.”

49 “Thank you for doing this. I love you.” “Noice. Smort. I love you too.”

50 “Adult parties? I believe they're called orgies.”

51 “I have a sexy voice!

Champagne.

Mountain range.

Hugs.”

52 “Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?” “Yes.”

53 “NAME, you're smiling. It's very weird. Like seeing a turtle out of its shell.”

54 “You look happy. Let me guess. Your egg sandwich fell on the floor, and they gave it to you for free.” “No. Can you do that? Why doesn't everyone just drop their sandwiches on the floor?” “I was trying to insult you.” “And instead you gave me an amazing life hack!”

55 “So, we gonna talk about what happened back there? I haven't seen someone cry that much since NAME heard they were remaking ‘First Wives Club.’”

56 “Hey, there, NAME. Everything okay?” “No, I'm having a meltdown.” “Props. That was amazing.” “Thanks. It was a lot of work.”

57 “Almost makes me wanna take things seriously all the time. But then I'm like ‘boobs, farts, boobs, whatever’.”

58 “Ahh, babe, this is so nice. There are hot stones on our butts for no reason.” “Not on mine. My butt stones keep falling off, because I'm so tense about NAME being here and ruining everything.”

59 “Okay, don't shoot! That's how people get shot.”

60 “Rule number 3: Let's not have sex right away.” “Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. No doubt, no doubt, no doubt. Good rule. No sex. Good rule.”

Charles

61 “Okay, but I thought since you were in charge, maybe I could be your right hand man? Your Tinker Bell?” “Tinker Bell?” “Let me tell you something about Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell is a loyal lieutenant and a real thorn in the side of Captain Hook.”

62 “NAME, why don't you show Danger what a fax machine is.” “Okay. Imagine a letter had unprotected sex with a phone.”

63 “Hey, NAME, are you ready to go streaking?” “What?” “That's what my dad/mom and I called getting blonde streaks in your hair. We used to do it to our ponytails on road trips. You just take a little lemon up top, and let the sun do the rest. We called it giving each other road head.” “You just said you called it going streaking.” “It had a couple names.”

64 “So we have good news, and we have bad news.” “My Nana always said, ‘Bad news first because the good news is probably a lie.’ Fun fact: she made me cry a lot.”

65 “What about me? What if something happens to NAME, and he never gets to meet my baby? I don't want to hang out with some stupid baby who's never met NAME.”

66 “Oh, you're right. I'm gonna tell him/her. It might not be today. It might not be tomorrow. It definitely won't be later than tomorrow. So pretty much today or tomorrow then.”

67 “No! I was eavesdropping. I'm always eavesdropping.” “I don't like it.” “Look, I didn't spend the last seven years watching your love ripen, only to have it sullied by a city hall wedding. You're getting married right here, right now.”

68 “I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like him/her a little bit.” “You doodled your wedding invitation.” “No, that's our joint tombstone.” “My mistake.”

69 “How many times have I smacked you in your face?” “Lost count.” “And you still have no fear of me.” “I'm trying to read your womb vibe.” “Exactly. Knock it off.”

70 “Okay, first of all, NAME, you look amazing. Secondly, I made an appointment at the salon with Nikki, for you, under the name Gabriella Fuentes de San Miguel Estrada. I had fun with the name.” “Clearly.”

71 “He’s/She's got a type, which is really any one but you.” “Yeah, that was my ex-husband/ex-wife's type, too.”

72 “Sexy train is leaving the station. Check out this caboose. Later, sluts.”

73 “I can't wait to see you, my luscious little breakfast quiche. I just want to draw you a bubble bath and spoon-feed you caviar. I think we should open up a joint checking account. I love you. [pause] What am I doing?” “It's okay. I hung up right after ‘Chucklebunny’.” “Help me. I've gone Full NAME.”

74 “Do you desire a crispen potato?” “Oh, don't mind if I do-ble. Wait a minute. Crispen potato. Why are you fancy talking.” “How dare you, sir/madam. I speak the common tongue.” “There it is again. You only do that when you're lying or hiding something.” “Hiding? Ha. Pish-posh.”

75 “Hey, donut holes. Don't mind if I do. Eurgh! Fish? Fish donuts, NAME? What is wrong with you?” “It's takoyaki. I'm drowning my sorrows in octopus balls.”

76 “Put on a T-shirt for all I care. It doesn't matter what you wear.” “Of course it matters. He has to wear the smaller checks. Big checks wash him out. Where are you, NAME?”

77 “Ooh, if they have your phone, we can track where they're going. I have ‘Find My Phone’ set up to track you. What? I do that for all my friends, not just you.” “Show me.” “There's no time!”

78 “You okay?” “Yeah, no burns. The doctor said I was lucky my body was so damp.”

79 “You guys have been down here for two hours. What, did you have sex forty times?”

80 “What? You don't need closet space. You have, like, one outfit.”

81 “You just graduated pie school, bitches. [pause] Sorry I said bitches, I'm just really worked up.”

82 “So, I know you're NAME’s best friend, and —“ “Did he/she say that? Did you get that on tape?” “No.” “No, he/she didn't say that or no, you didn't get it on tape? Doesn't matter. Either way, you screwed up big time.”

83 “What you did is the culinary equivalent of unprotected sex.”

84 “That's right. Boom. Just kicked Santa in the testicles.”

85 “No, there's no one in my life. [wink] Sort of a sad thing to wink about, I realize now.”

86 “NAME! Were you dreaming about NAME again?” “Why did you wake me up?! I told you never to wake me up!”

87 “You used all the touching time, NAME. I get 100% of the goodbye touching time. 100%.”

88 “Do you wanna know why he/she went out with him/her and not you?” “Yeah.” “Because he/she actually asked him/her out.”

89 “NAME, will you taste this batter?” “Mm-hmm. Hmm. I think it's a little off.” “You know what's off? Your mouth! Why NAME lets your stupid tongue anywhere near him/her I'll never know. Nope, I forgot the sugar. That's on me.”

90 “There's no need for NAME to see me unleash the beast.”

Captain Holt

91 “Look at you. Always working. What happened to my fun big/little brother/sister?” “Fun? I was never fun. You take that back.”

92 “It's the most fun day of the year. Something you wouldn't understand because you're not programmed to feel joy.” “Yes, but my software is due for an exuberance upgrade.”

93 “Sticks and stones, NAME.” “Describing your breakfast?”

94 “NAME, how are you feeling?” “Better today. I even managed to eat some plain toast this morning.” “Smart. Something bland.” “That's my favorite breakfast.”

95 “Joining us for lunch, Sir?” “Oh, no, I've already consumed the required calories for this day period.” “Yummy.”

96 “You all right, NAME? Tough weekend?” “I went to Barbados with my husband/wife. We wove hats out of palm fronds and swam with the stingrays. I've never been happier.”

97 “Maybe I should wing it. Love, it sustains you. It's like oatmeal.” “Okay. Okay. Not bad for winging it.” “I lied. Took me two hours to write that.”

98 “I do not have a problem. If I want to play Kwazy Cupcakes, I will play Kwazy Cupcakes. Kwazy is a difficult word to say in anger, but I think I've made my feelings clear.”

99 “This place is so romantic.” “Yeah, and so intimate.” “Don't worry. I'm not listening to you. I'm just thinking about how this sea bass is cold but not as cold and cruel as the hands of fate that have thrust my entire life into darkness.” “Ah, damn it. I just ordered the sea bass.”

100 “Yeah, and your new shirt is very aggressive and confusing. Is the pineapple the slut, or is it calling someone else a slut?” “Clearly the pineapple is the slut.” “Huh.”

101 “Oh, I've caused a problem. I think I am getting a text message. Bloop. Ah, there it is.”

102 “So nice of you to greet us, NAME. I thought surely you'd still be crushed under that house in Munchkinland.”

103 “So, do you NAME --“ “Yes.” “And do you --“ “Yes. Yes. We do. We're married.”

104 “I mean, don't people call you NAME?” “How dare you.”

105 “So you lied to me? Out of pity. You pity me.” “I wouldn't put it that way.” “I would. I am offended. I am angry. I am very tired. So I'm gonna take a nap, but when I wake up, oh, you are in for it.”

106 “Look at that. You've helped me find my smile.”

107 “Huh. Meat from the street. Sounds like a fun treat. Hah. I'm a poet and ... I didn't even know I was rhyming those words. But it happened anyway.”

108 “Oh, look at that. An alert. I'm probably trending already. What? My account has been deactivated?” “Twitter thinks you're a bot.” “Why? I am a human. I am a human male/female.”

109 “Care to sit? I'm sure you'd like to take some weight off your cloven hooves.” “Call me the devil, NAME? How original.” “Actually, I was calling you a goat. You goat.”

110 “NAME! I'm coming with you.” “Thank you, NAME.” “I'm also coming.” “Not necessary.”

111 “Spot checks are done. Needless to say I'm thoroughly underwhelmed.” “Huh. From your expression, I would have guessed constipated. Or chilly.”

112 “NAME, you have a pretty low bar for what you consider drama. Once, I used an exclamation point in a email. You called me Diana Ross.” “I assure you, in this case, I do not exaggerate.”

113 “I know they say it's not good to have a TV in the bedroom. Which is why I don't.”

114 “NAME, did you just laugh?” “Uproariously.”

115 “You know when you play along with the robot jokes, it kinda ruins my enjoyment of them?” “Yes, I know.”

116 “And what do you hope to get out of this, NAME? Let me guess revenge on Dorothy for killing your sister?”

117 “It was a good game though for a dumbass.” Okay, you're kinda overusing that one. Maybe switch it up a little bit.” “Oh, good note. You dick.” “That landed good.”

118 “Dancing over. Situation defused.” “No!”

119 “All right, NAME, I'm sick of you wasting time. So, yes, I spilled some minestrone on my pants and I'm sitting in my underwear. Happy?”

120 “You found me. Drinking seltzer in the shadows.”

Gina

121 “It's a sloppy Jessica. Mac n cheese, chili, pizza on a bun. Its everything I've wanted to eat for the last 48 hours.” “What happened? I thought you were gonna 'last forever bitches.'” “Turns out I gave up easy. You hear that bitches? I gave up so easy.”

122 “If NAME had a twin, he/she would have eaten him/her in the womb.”

123 “Wait a minute, I think I just figured something out. I got to go.” “Aren't you forgetting something?” [person a gives Person b a kiss on the forehead] “Uh no, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?”

124 “The English language can not fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts. So I'm incorporating Emoji into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.”

125 “All right, gang. Diet day 4. How's everyone holding up?” “Honestly, I'm going to last forever. You hear that bitches? I'm gonna last forever.”

126 “If I die, turn my tweets into a book!”

127 “The only reason I didn't tell you is I don't value you as people, so why be honest?”

128 “Breakups are a cartoony thumbs down. They make people feel face-with-Xs-for-the-eyes.”

129 “I'm sorry. I just don't think this is something you're good at.” “What? The only thing I'm not good at is modesty, because I'm great at it.”

130 “Click. I just captured the exact moment you realized you had failed. I guess we all got something out of this.”

131 “It's so addictive, right? I play so much that when I close my eyes at night, I just see cupcakes instead of my normal dizzying array of flashing lights.”

132 “Forget your ex with meaningless sex. It rhymes because it's true.”

133 “NAME. NAME. NAME, I screwed up, big time.” “NAME, given your daily life experiences, you're gonna have to be more specific.”

134 “So, talk to me, goose. How are we looking?” “Sexy, but not like we're trying too hard. Like, sure, we're trying, but it's almost effortless.”

135 “Give me the ring.” “You sound like Gollum.” “That means nothing to me. I don't see those movies, I'm too pretty.”

136 “Oh no, six drink NAME isn't fun. He’s/She's just sad. Damn it!”

137 “I never have second thoughts. That's the luxury of having great first thoughts.”

138 “Ugh, constantly getting NAME’s approval is the worst.” “Yes. I can only imagine.”

139 “You think you can just bully people, but you can't. It's not okay. I'm the bully around here. Ask anyone.”

140 “This just might work out after all.” “You're damn right it will, 'cause we're a ragtag, scrappity, fart-dumb, moron parade, smart-ass team!”

141 “Okay, NAME, stop freaking out. I have the day off. I can step in and help.” “Yeah, me too. I'm not off, but I come and go as I please. It's part of my charm. I'm like an outdoor cat.”

142 “Gina, please keep an eye on NAME today. He's/She’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself/herself punched.” “Sure, I'd love to see NAME get punched.” “Try again.” “I will stop NAME from getting punched.” “Correct.”

143 “Oh, I want him/her out. But I'm too scared to tell him/her. “ “All right, listen. I know that your spirit animal is a caterpillar that's been stepped on —“ “Mm-hmm.”

144 “What are you creeps doing? You made me look away from my phone. You better pray I didn't miss a text.” “In the two seconds you looked away?” “Seventeen texts. All of them important.”

145 “What is my favorite soup?” “Chicken noodle.” “Potato leek.” “Corn frickin' noodle. I mean, chowder, damn it.” “You're all wrong. I've never had soup.” “Don't bother. They all suck.”

146 “Okay, so that plumber was useless. But we are two smart and capable people who can definitely figure out how to fix a toilet.” “Of course we can. The internet will tell us what to do. She always does.”

147 “It's crazy how much he/she flirts with me.”

148 “Good morning.” “For whom?” “For you-m.”

149 “So he/she didn't say what happened, which can only mean one thing.” “He's/She’s in a fight club.”

150 “What's up? How can I help?” “Well, when I was a kid, I invented a magnetic flashlight clip so I could read under the covers. This clip and I went all around the world together the Shire, Sweet Valley High, Terabithia.” “But never to a friend's house, huh?” “Uncalled for.”

Amy

151 “That stuff with us is in the past. We talked about that.” “I know, but that was before you saw me in this dope ass tux. I mean you must be freaking out.” “Oh, I really am. I'm really into rented clothes. I love how many butts have been in them.”

152 “You know, we're birds of a feather, you and I.” “I hate cliches.” “Cliches are the worst.”

153 “And now I don't know what to do.” “I think you do know what to do.” “Thanks, NAME.” [leaves the room] “I have no idea what he’s/she's gonna do but that's the safest way to give NAME advice.” “Yep.”

154 “Insult me all you want, for I have only this to say —“ “Victory shall be mine!” “I heard you practicing in the shower. You can't surprise me. Letting me into your life was the worst mistake you ever made.” “Cool, fun take on our relationship.”

155 “NAME, where you at?” “Four drinks.” “What's four-drink NAME again?” “Why don't you come over here and find out?” “Right, Horny NAME”

156 “I'm sorry. We only excluded you because you're kind of an over-texter.” “Over-texter? That's not even a thing.” “Oh really? So you don't remember the time you sent 97 unanswered texts in a five-minute span?” “My phone vibrated itself off the desk. I think it was committing suicide.”

157 “What the hell? I used NAME's exact recipe. I know I'm not a great cook, but I love following instructions.”

158 “What's going on? Is this a dream? No, I'm not holding a label maker.”

159 “My power went out last night and my alarm didn't go off.” “Your alarm is power dependent? You brought this on yourself, son.”

160 “I'd also like to apologize for my friend. His /Her parents didn't give him/her enough attention.”

161 “I'm in! A bet which improves someone's manners? Double score.”

162 “He’s/She's scared.” “He’s/She's not scared. With all due respect, NAME, NAME has no feelings.”

163 “I'm so cold even my fiery dance moves aren't keeping me warm.”

164 “I'm sorry. I tried to be myself and they hated it.”

165 “All right, someone's gotta go out there and kill that feathery bastard. NAME, you're always looking for an excuse to behead something.”

Sergeant Jeffords

166 “It was like taking candy from a baby.” “Why are you giving candy to a baby in the first place? Don't give candy to a baby! They can't brush their teeth!”

167 “I was raised on disco. Little NAME loved to hustle.”

168 “Or is your favorite artist really Taylor Swift?” [Scoffs] “No.” “Lie.” “All right, fine, she is. She makes me feel things.” “She makes all of us feel things!”

169 “Urgh, what's in these?” “Potatoes, butter, a little milk. Oh, and I ran out of salt, so I used baking soda.” “Why wouldn't you? They're both white powders. Of course they're interchangeable.” “Yeah.”

170 “I warned you against using donuts. They're my trigger food.”

171 “Hey, NAME, you know how you're really good at doodling?” “I know you think you're complimenting me, but calling them doodles is an insult. You a big fan of Picasso's doodles?”

172 “Your tone's braggy but your words are real sad.”

173 “See, NAME? Tough love works.” “Damn it! NAME proved the wrong point.”

174 “Now, be respectful and grieve your asses off.” “I don't know why this is happening.” “NAME, I love it. Everyone follow his/her lead!”

175 “Everything's spoiled. My lunch is ruined. My chicken, my potatoes, pasta, my meatballs, ham, my yogurt.” “Wow, that's a lot of yogurt.” “I love yogurt.”

176 “Kind of seemed like you were gonna get up and leave after saying all that.” “I was, but I think I hear NAME.”

177 “You better look cute in this picture, or no one's gonna want you. Do something with your damn paws!”

178 “My tolerance has really changed since I had kids!”

179 “I'm hungry!” “Oh, you're in luck; the fanny pack is filled with granola.” “Mmm! Loose granola.” “I don't want fanny granola! I want steaks and whiskey!”

180 “You probably can't tell, but I'm flexing my brain like crazy right now.”

181 “What's that smell? That's lavender. NAME loves lavender.”

182 “Okay. Excuse me. Can we please eat? My body is starting to digest itself. NAME needs nutrients!”

183 “Don't look at me. NAME wastes all that time building muscles, make him do it.” “Oh, come on, you all know these are just for show.”

184 “Sorry? You bumbling son of a bitch. You just ruined my life. I hope you get hit by a truck and a dog takes a dump on your face.” “Nothing to see here. Just a little hypoglycaemic rage. Move along.”

185 “I feel like a proud mama hen whose baby chicks have learned to fly!”

Hitchcock

186 “NAME, why do you have your shirt off?” “Can't spill food on your shirt if you're not wearing one.”

187 “What bet? What are you guys talking about?” “Seriously? The bet? They've been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doing all day?!” “Nothing. Why, you want to hang out?”

188 “So you just want us to lie on the ground and do nothing like a bunch of losers?” “Yes, precisely.” “No!” “Jackpot!”

189 “I don't like it. Something stinks.” “Well, I'm sorry, but I refuse to mask my natural musk with a bunch of chemicals.”

190 “My God. NAME, are you the only person still making sense?” “Yeah. It's bad.”

191 “All right, food is ready, decorations are set, guests should start arriving any moment, and the chairs are still perfection.” “He/She said they're perfection. I'm so proud of you, buddy.” “It was you. You made this happen.”

192 “Who do you think it's gonna be?” “I've no idea.” “I bet it's me. I just hope I'm ready.”

193 “Okay, look, this was maybe a weird way to start the night, but the good news is, we can still make our dinner reservation and no one got hurt.” “Actually, I cut myself real bad.” “Of course you did.”

Scully

194 “Oh, so your plan is to not take this seriously at all?” “Oh, I am as serious as a heart attack. No offense, NAME.” “Nah. Mine are never that serious. I call 'em ‘oopsies’.”

195 “I miss my home chair.” “You miss a chair?”

196 “Are those thumbtacks? What the hell, NAME?” “I thought they'd make good confetti.” “Why?”

197 “All right, anyone else have questions? NAME, NAME, you've been weirdly silent.” “We didn't want to say anything that would get us uninvited.”

198 “Okay, first of all, I want to say that this was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make. There is so much talent in this room.” “Just tell us, bitch. Act as if you already have the role.”

199 “I'll be back. Don't move.” “Not a problem. I hate moving.”

200 “Where should we begin? Do you have any experience with puzzles?” “Yes. I've never solved one.”

#brooklyn 99 prompts #brooklyn 99 quotes #jake peralta #rosa diaz #amy santiago #gina linetti #captain holt #sergeant jeffords #terry jeffords #charles boyle #scully b99 #hitchcock b99 #bb 99 prompts #bb 99 quotes #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell

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catthecoder · 4 years ago

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tag game - get to know me

tagged by the awesome @orangenfrottee - thank you, i haven’t done one of these in ages and these questions sound like so much fun! 💕

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? it’s grey on the back with black handle

2. name a food you never eat - hmm, i used to be such a picky eater but i recently slowly started eating a lot of food i used to despise... if you asked me a few months ago, i could write up a rather long list, but right now? the only thing that comes to mind are picked cucumbers 😬

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold, 100%. somehow, my body stays cold even when it is like 30 degrees, which is hella weird.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? eating lunch! i made bagels with ricotta, ham, cheese, egg and avocado and i had a couple of baby cucumbers along with it (mind you, not pickled ones) and it was super delicious.

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? i think twix is my favourite? or perhaps this slovak bar called ‘horalky’, which is basically wafers with peanut filling and sides dipped in chocolate... god, now i want one so desperately.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? i used to watch hockey a lot and i’ve been to a couple of games.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? huh, i think it was my order when i went for coffee a couple of hours ago? (i got a latte and a piece of apple crumble cake, in case anybody’s wondering)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? i could eat ben&jerry every day, so it’s probably their ‘half baked’ or ‘phish food’. also, i’d die for a good mango sorbet.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? plain old water

10. do you like your wallet? i like how small and practical it is..... i’m trying to recall the last time i actually took it out of my backpack and i’m coming very short.

11. what is the last thing you ate? the bagels from question 4!

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i bought a pair of new masks last thursday and they arrived on monday - does that count?

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? haha, does the bake off count as a sporting event? if not, i think it would be some skiing competitions (slalom) last winter - my parents follow them rather closely and it kind of rubs off on me when i’m home with them.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? salty mixed with sweet!

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my boyfriend.

16. ever been camping? does setting up a tent in friend’s backyard and sleeping there count? if so, then yes.

17. do you take vitamins? not really... i sometimes take c during autumn for immunity, but i haven’t bought any this year so far... oh, i am taking probiotics right now, though i’m not sure whether that counts as vitamins.

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no.

19. do you have a tan? no, if i try to tan, i just turn pink (or red). though i’m pretty sure my skin is marginally lighter underneath where i wear my watch.

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? if going out, pizza; if i’m cooking, chinese.

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? if there’s ice in it, then yes; otherwise, i tend to skip the straw.

22. what color socks do you usually wear? black or white.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? gonna be honest and say yes. not by crazy amounts or anything like that, but if i know the road and i can see quite far around and ahead, i will go 10ish% above the limit easily. not gonna lie, it’s especially easy on highways (though i nearly got fined last time i drove, so who knows how i’ll feel about it the next i’ll sit behind the wheel)

24. what terrifies you? haha, like i’m going to share that.

25. look to your left, what do you see? a shelf with alcohol bottles, glasses that don’t fit into our kitchen cabinet, an assortment of cameras and other photography equipment and a scanner. oh, and a window.

26. what chore do you hate most? taking out our organic waste bin - it starts smelling very bad very quickly plus the bin for it downstairs hadn’t been taken out in a very long time and it’s always covered by fruit flies and smells veeeery bad and i’m feeling yucky just thinking about it.

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? i think - hah, that person is australian, how cool.

28. what’s your favorite soda? i love san pellegrino. limonata is my go to, but i recently had lemon & mint and my god, that one is amazing.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? i go in, even if i drove there - i don’t like eating in my car.

30. what’s your favorite number? i’ve always had a special connection to number three, so let’s go with that.

31. who’s the last person you talked to? depends on what you mean by talked to - actually spoke to, with my voice? the bartender at my favourite coffee shop. had a meaningful conversation? probably with a customer service employee who’s helping me resolve an issue. just chatted to, without much of a point? my boyfriend.

32. favorite meat? hmm, probably ham?

33. last song you listened to? i’m currently listening to ‘cigarette daydreams’ by ‘cage the elephant’, though that’s going to change in a minute and half.

34. last book you read? ‘renegades’ by marissa meyer! it was so. good! i started the second book, ‘archnemesis’ yesterday and i’m even more in love. 100% recommend if you’re into superhero stories with secret identities and enemies-to-friends(-to-lovers). such an amazing series.

35. favorite day of the week? what even are days?

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? only crazy people can.

37. how do you like your coffee? oat latte with a bit of honey.

38. favorite pair of shoes? i own way too many shoes to be able to pick a single favourite pair.

39. time you normally get up? between 8:30 and 9:00.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets.

41. how many blankets are on your bed? none. there is one on the couch though.

42. describe your kitchen plates? we found this kitchen set in tesco after eating from paper plates for at least a week after moving in - there are four bowls, four small plates and four big plates (a year layer, we found two extra big bowls matching our set) - the bowls are grey from outside and white on the inside; the small plates are grey on the top and white on the bottom and the big plates are white on top and grey on bottom.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: very small - a third of it is a stove (with two heating pads? circles? whatever), another third is a sink and the last third is workspace with a small shelf for spices, cutlery etc, and a cutting board and knives stand. most of the workspace is taken up by a cutting board i used to cut avocado and cucumbers for lunch and there is a tiny pan (and i mean really tiny, like one egg sized) leftover on the stove. i’m probably going to do the dishes after i finish answering these.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? i’m not that picky, i’ll drink almost anything. i think i prefer fruity drinks though - i really like french martini or sex on the beach.

45. do you play cards? we used to play cards a lot with my parents and sister (and grandparents as well) - i love playing canasta, but you need four people for that, so i haven’t actually played in months... we also played a lot of joker and i taught my boyfriend to play this summer (not that he didn’t know how to play, he just wasn’t particularly good)... and we also play poker with a couple of our friends here from time to time

46. what color is your car? this is going to sound so bad, but i am actual not sure? we ended up finding quite a good deal on a car we wanted to get after uni, so we bought it - however, it is back in slovakia and both me and my boyfriend are stuck in uk right now. it’s either black or very dark blue, but for the love of my life, i can’t remember and the photos i found weren’t helpful at. all. (if it weren’t for covid, i’d be able to answer this question a lot better). oh, and the car i had before (my mom’s old car) is red.

47. can you change a tire? i like to think i’d be able to (after enough googling and youtube videos), but if there was somebody else with me, i’d gladly let them do it.

48. your favorite state or province? like in usa or what? i guess new york.

49. favorite job you’ve had? i don’t think i’ve particularly enjoyed any of the jobs i had so far - if i had to pick, i’d say working in an ice-cream shop, because if there is one thing that could make work during a very hot summer even slightly bearable, it’s the fact that every so often, you can nibble on a bit of an ice-cream.

i’m tagging @stonerbughead @strangenightsofdaydreams and @i-know-you-can - i know there is like 50 questions and that’s a lot, but they were actually a lot of fun?

#tag game #i haven't done one of these in so long #and i really enjoyed most of these questions!

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years ago

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Three Days ~ 36

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~*~Sebastian~*~

I can’t believe I popped off like that and embarrassed the hell out of Emma. Her laughing it off was good, but I still felt bad. After I said thank you, I took her hand from my chest and kissed it before dropping our hands between us and heading toward the restaurant.

The manager was waiting at the hostess stand when we arrived. He led us to our table and said our server would be right with us. We were at the same table, by my request, only I couldn't bear to sit across from her tonight. I took the chair with my back to everyone, diagonal to her, where I could touch her.

My leg rested against hers while we flipped through the menus. A minute later our server showed up, "Hey, you're back."

I'd requested her too. "I promise we won't stay until close tonight."

She swiped her hand down, "Don't worry about it. What can I get you guys to drink?"

Emma pulled her lips to the side, "I'd like a margarita on the rocks with salt."

"Do you have a preferred Tequila?"

"Patron Silver."

I looked from Emma to our server, "That sounds good."

"I'll be right back."

Emma smiled, "Thank you, Cindy."

I was struck, again, by her kindness to everyone. Especially me. I took her hand to bring her attention to me, "I like opening doors." I also like to say awkward shit when I'm trying to explain myself to this woman. She makes me stumble over words like an idiot. Let's try again. “Your compliment caught me off guard. I went for self-depreciation. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"I have no idea why I got embarrassed."

I noticed her cheeks turning red again, "You're blushing again."

"I can feel it." She used the hand I wasn't holding to feel her cheeks.

Whatever was going on was cute as hell. She certainly wasn't embarrassed while I was fucking her into the wall. I digress. I need to finish my explanation. "I like to open doors, carry things, and take your hand because I want to make sure you know I think you're special, because you are. Special to me."

"I want to kiss you."

The look on her face and softness of her voice did things to me. My stomach felt funny and I wanted to press in the middle of my chest. "You can kiss me." I leaned closer and waited for the touch of her lips. It was too short. "You can always kiss me."

"Ok, two patron margaritas on the rocks with salt."

Boy, was this feeling familiar. I looked at Cindy, trying not to laugh. "Thanks, Cindy."

"No problem. Do you know what you want? Ready to order?"

"I do know what I want." I looked at Emma. "Do you know what you want, sweetheart?"

She wasn't blushing now. "I do." She took her eyes from mine, "I'd like the seafood pasta."

"I’ll take the salmon." I handed our menus to Cindy. She walked away and we started laughing. I think this is going to be an interesting night.

Emma's eyes went wide, "Oh! It turns out we have friends in common."

"We do?"

"I called Angie to do the girl thing where we dish about the new guy. After I'd told her about you, I sent her the bear picture."

I snorted a laugh, "I like the fish one. Our relationship is defined by you kissing a fish in a bag before me."

She threw out, "We're making up the time” then went on with the story. "Ang remembered Eli had met you and went to find him.” She did this thing with her hands like she jumping from point to point. “Eli is in band with Boone. Boone is now married to Kirk. You know Kirk from Gossip Girl and were at the bachelor party with Eli. He remembers you from other parties too, but that was the connection.” Emma put her hand on her chest, “I was at the wedding."

"Well, that was a bad decision on my part." Fuck me. Wait, I think I had a date for the wedding before I had to cancel.

"No, you weren’t supposed to meet me then."

I scratched my head, "I was filming. I saw pictures. Beautiful wedding." I made grabby hands for her phone, "Pictures of Eli."

"You‘ll recognize Eli. He has the best hair." She dug her phone out of her purse and clicked through a couple of screens before handing it to me. “Look around.”

I flipped through the pictures trying to find one that sparked a memory. Maybe a dozen in there was a video of Boone and Eli's band. I turned on the sound. That did it. "Oh yeah, I remember him. Good musician. I think I got stoned with them."

Emma snickered, "That sounds typical.”

"Did you get anything interesting on me?" I was curious.

She shook her head vehemently, "We laughed about him being a character reference, but no. He said you’d been to gigs and a couple of parties, but we probably wouldn’t have noticed because no one really paid any attention to you. You were just another guy hanging out with friends. Said you were funny drunk with your friends.”

I nodded, "That is me in a nutshell." I was making a mental list of my traitorous friends who might know her. “The drunk with friends part can be pretty loud and borderline obnoxious.” Only really good friends.

“Aren’t we all.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes, “Angie and I put on quite the show. Eli either stands back pretending not to know us or tries to reign us in. We dance and sing then get to the you’re my best friend and I love you stage. We can have complete conversations saying single words. Eli can usually figure out what’s going on.”

“Best kind of friends. I like when one of us will text the other to come rescue or comment on something.” I remembered the other night, “Could have used that the other night.” She cocked her head to the side. “That dinner and cocktail party. So many conversations I wanted out of. Ended up hanging out with the husband of one of the execs.”

“Everything go ok otherwise?”

I nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good.” I hadn’t had a chance to tell her about it yet. “It’s a Japanese watch ad.”

Emma ran a finger over my wrist next to the band of my watch. That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. “You going to get a new watch out of this?”

“Oh yeah, already got my eye on one.” Two actually. “Dinner was with company executives, then the party was spouses and lower executives. We went to this amazing sushi place. So good.”

We talked and laughed through dinner, switching off telling stories. It was easy conversation. We were recognizing names and asking questions to put things together. I was excited for the next part where we got to know each other’s friends. I had an idea, but I’d wait until later to talk to her. Of course, there were a few of my friends who already knew her. Kirk and I were going to be having a talk. I didn’t give a shit about information on her. I want to know why he never set us up? He throws other women in front of me, why not her? My friends are, well, they're my friends for a reason. There's a group of college friends I get together with every so often. They're fun and remind me of where I came from. Gym friends, who make that time fun. Work friends are other actors or people in the business. Then there's the guys. A group I’ve known for years and I count as my best friends. I take vacations with them and they travel with me sometimes. This is the core I count on to call me on my shit and keep me grounded. They're the most important and who I talked about most tonight.

I paid the check and we headed out. The sun was close to setting and the sky was already turning the colors she loved. Perfect for a romantic walk by the river. "Wanna take a walk?

"Love too."

We veered out of the parking lot right past the CRV. I'd been holding her hand, but once we were close to the river, I put my arm around her shoulder so she wouldn't get cold. Not really. I just wanted her close. I'd told her I'd be happy being quiet with her and I was. There was noise all around and we walked in comfortable silence. I liked how she fit against me under my arm. The way her hand felt on my waist. How when the breeze blew I could catch the faint scent of her perfume. Her hair was silky over my arm. A lot of times she feels like sensory overload. Right now, she feels calming. Very calming, which doesn't make a lot sense to me given the amount of contact.

Once the people thinned out, I led her to an empty bench. I kept my around her and Emma laid her hand on my leg, her head on my shoulder, and I pressed my lips to her hair before laying my cheek there. I reached for her hand and twined our fingers. The sun was sinking fast. I’ve always been underwhelmed by sunsets. Sure they’re pretty, but I was looking for excitement and was disappointed. Now, I get it. There’s not an explosion or some big event marking the end of the day. It’s simply the outcome of a complex situation. Interaction of light, cloud, humidity, and temperature. They don’t plan or rehearse, they just come together to see what they make. I had a very new and satisfying view of sunsets now. Something tangible she’s taught me. I broke the silence with a kiss on her forehead and decided to tell her. "I have a deeper understanding of sunsets now. You taught me. Sunset isn’t the end. The fifteen twenty minutes after are just as beautiful."

"Does that make sense with anything else?"

The teacher in her was coming out and I nodded, "Anything really. We came out for dinner, but the walk after has been as just as good. And there’s a lot to be said for after sex where you’re basically internalizing the physical and emotional parts."

Emma smiled, "A lot of life happens after the high."

Her words hit me in the chest. I leaned forward to look at her, "Keep talking."

"I think people miss a lot of really good stuff because they're focused on some big payoff. And people-miss the good that comes from something bad."

I squinted my eyes, "You're an optimist."

"No, no." She shook her head with a frown. "I’m very good at finding a silver lining and over time I’ve learned to trust in that. I really do believe I'II be alright no matter what happens."

"You're strong." I never wanted to leave this bench, this conversation.

"And you’re not?" Her tone gave away her disbelief.

I smiled, "I am. I'm not in a good business for weakness. I used to send out these homemade audition tapes. A friend would shoot them and I’d send them to anyone, just to keep me showing up on their desk. Must have sent out hundreds. Lots of no responses and rejection. I kept pushing forward. I try to be true to me, to do what's right for me. Sometimes that means making a shitty choice for a long-term gain. There's strength there. It takes strength in maneuvering through all the bullshit. My overthinking and bouts with lack of confidence make me human. One of the many things I love about acting is slipping into a character. I’ve studied, and researched, and built the character, but once I step into him it's not about me anymore. It's about doing justice to the script, the director, the other actors, the project. When it all comes together it’s the greatest feeling. I'm good at that."

And here we were again in the middle of some intense conversation that started from nothing. From her smile she either had the same experience or she was connecting with me. Assume the first, hope for the second.

"I think that's when I’m the best teacher and enjoy it the most. When I get lost in what I'm doing. Because teaching first grade is a lot of embarrassing moments strung together. Forget the singing and dancing in class. I was at a gas station at seven am in a fairy costume." The roll of her eyes emphasized how ridiculous she thought the situation.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Both our jobs are a little ridiculous."

"I think you win." We both snickered. “I read or saw something about Evans and Hemsworth between takes cracking up because they were two men dressed up as superheroes. Just looking at each other and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. I love blooper and gag reels for those moments."

"It's a lot of fun." I was still playing with the strand of hair I’d tucked behind her ear. "Do you usually straighten out your waves?" The question stung. I hadn’t known her long enough to know the answer.

"I shower when I get home from the gym. It's a mess in the morning and easier to do this than fix the mess. The shorter it is the curlier it is. I like the waves, but I like how soft it is like this. I like running my fingers through."

"Yeah? Me too."

I didn't even try to resist the urge to kiss her. I wouldn't have succeeded anyway. I caught her smile as I got closer and smiled too. I tangled my fingers in her hair with the first brush of lips. I was neither surprised by nor displeased with the touch of her tongue against my lips. I let her control and deepen the kiss, letting her take what she wanted. When she moved away, I drug my hand from her hair to her cheek, my thumb caressing her soft skin. I stayed close and kissed her softly before settling back with her tucked against me again.

We sat in silence for several minutes. I wasn't thinking of anything. I was staying completely in the moment. There was so much soak in. A gentle tug of her fingers brought my attention to her, "You ready to go?"

I nodded and stood up. A few feet onto the path she bumped my hip with hers, "Race ya'."

I was all in, but looked at her feet, "You're not wearing the shoes for this."

She didn't break eye contact as she took off her shoes, letting them dangle from her fingers. "Ready?" she squatted down. "Set." She took off and yelled over her shoulder, "Go!"

"You cheat!" I took off after her laughing.

Shit, she's fast. Not so fast I can't catch her, but she's fast. I waited until we were about halfway back to the CRV before I crept up on her, "I'm coming for you.” She put on a little more speed, but I went past her. I yelled, "You cheat!" again when she grabbed onto my shirt. I started laughing so hard it slowed me down and Emma went past me. I got close enough to wrap my arm around her waist and haul her back against my hip, "Gotcha."

Emma kicked her feet, trying to get away, "Who's cheating now?"

I brought her in front of me, wrapping both arms around her middle, and lifting her off her feet, "Never said I didn't cheat." She waved her arms and legs in front of us. I laughed and held her tighter. "Stop or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you."

A very indignant voice said, "You will not."

I put her down, took her by the shoulders to turn her around, and looked at her with a quirked eyebrow.

Emma put her hands on her hips defiantly. So intimidating. Covering her hands with mine I beat over and stood back up with her folded over my shoulder. Her hands went to my hips and I could tell she was holding herself up. "Sebastian."

I started walking, "Emiliana"

"People can see."

"No, they can't. It's dark." I glanced to the side. Not sure if they can see, but a few are looking. I kept walking.

"I’m going to grab your ass."

"I'll spank you."

"Tease." She dropped down, relaxing against my back.

"You started it." I punched in the code and walked to the other side, putting her down the same way I'd picked her up.

Emma's hands went to the back of my neck, stopping me from completely standing up. She gave me a smacking kiss tinged with a laugh, "You're fun." Her arms tightened around my neck in a hug.

I learned from her previous next-to-the-car compliment and just said, "Thank you" and hugged her close.

Inside Emma's place she let go of my hand and pointed toward the ground. "I'm going to go wash my feet." She held one up and it was filthy.

"I'll be right up." I gave her a quick kiss and headed to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. I could hear the water running in the tub when I got upstairs. I busied myself shoving clothes back in my bag, plugging in my phone charger, and turning down the bed.

Emma came out of the bathroom and walked to her side of the bed. We stood there looking at each other. I reached over my head to grab my shirt and pull it over my head. Emma's eyes ran over my chest before she lifted her shirt. I returned the favor and checked her out while undoing the button and zipper on pants. I dropped them to floor, leaving me in only my boxer briefs.

Emma swallowed hard and pointed in the direction of my hips, "Nice thighs."

"Thanks." Her skirt fell to the ground leaving her in matching pink, what looked to be silk or satin, bra and panties. "Ooof." I pointed all over, "Nice... everything."

"Thanks."

I reached for my briefs at the same time she went for her bra. I crawled into bed while she removed her last bit of clothing. I stretched out, waiting for her. She scooted up right next to me and I ran my hand from her naked hip to side of her breast, my eyes taking in all of her. "You're fucking amazing."

My statement wasn’t aggressive. I was in quiet awe and I barely recognized my own voice. I meant more than her body. Everything about her. The more I learn the more I want her.

Before she could respond my mouth was on hers, covering her lips with soft kisses. She moaned with the first touch of my tongue and pulled me closer. The feel of her hands on my back, her nails tickling my skin, had me craving more. I scooted down her body, teasing her nipple with my tongue. Hard to know if it was my hands or mouth she liked more. She arched her back into the contact and drug her fingers over my scalp.

"You made me feel so good." Her body shuddered with the tugging of my teeth. "How do I ask for more in Romanian?"

I kissed lower on her belly, "Mai mult." I braced for what she was about to do to me.

"Mai mult, Sebasti-an."

Lightning bolt straight down my spine that branched out to my chest and cock. "Orice vrei, iubito." I placed a wet kiss on her hip before translating what I'd said. "Anything you want, baby." I wiggled into the space between her legs that she'd made for me. Tonight's discovery was that a sucking kiss on her inner thigh, mere inches from goal made her squirm and gasp. I spent a good bit of time testing how far up and away from her cut line the reaction went. The length was sensual and got me jerks and shivers, but it was inner thigh even with her vagina, barely a finger width away from the cut line that really worked. It was the perfect place where I could kiss and touch at the same time. I wanted to leave a mark there, mark her as mine. I wouldn't without her permission, put I wanted to. Very cave man of me, but tonight wasn't cave man. I lifted her leg over my shoulder, sliding my hand under her. I squeezed her ass, pulling her up while my other hand made soft strokes down her inner thigh to ease it to the side. I liked working to get her legs apart. I used soft touches and firm strokes. I wasn't going to grope her like a teenager in heat, unless we were playing that game.

She liked the foreplay and stimulation. I was happy to give. I liked watching her respond to me. I get off on it too. It’s not always this way, but Emma's pleasure is a primary goal for me. I want to be a good lover so she'll crave me the way I do her. I know she does by the way she comes done under my touch.

Tonight, was for slow. I went down on her, leaving wet kisses on pink skin and using my fingers to pulse inside her. Every so often I replaced my fingers with my tongue and got a deep taste of her. It took a few minutes to get her clit into the game. It needed some coaxing to come out of hiding, but then Emma liked firm contact there. I alternated between open mouthed teasing licks and gentle sucking and vibrating. Sometimes a mix of all three. I slid my thumb inside her, her slickness easing the way. I rubbed along her as I licked her, my thumb repeatedly entering her and my middle finger skating over her other entrance. After one or two passes I looked up to her, "Tell me to stop."

Her response, "Mai mult, Sebasti-an."

More.

I kept up the movement until I could tell she was getting close. No surprises. I ran my finger over her a few times before gentle pushing inside her. Emma slammed her hands on the bed, her head canting back, and she absolutely screamed my name. Not said, not yelled... screamed. She arched off the bed then collapsed. I could see her thighs shaking.

I felt like a god.

Giving her time to come down, I slowly kissed my way up her body. I wanted her with me for the next part, not comatose. By the time I got to her neck her arms were around me with her hands on my ass.

Emma hooked her leg around my calf, “Condoms. Nightstand.”

I looked beside the bed, there were two. “Which one?”

“Both.” She stretched up to kiss me.

I pressed my body against hers, trapping my cock between us, and reaching for the nearest nightstand. When I went to my knees, she followed me. Her hands caressed my stomach and side while she kissed my chest. I worked around her to roll on the condom. I leaned forward and eased her back on the bed. Before her head hit the pillow, I was pushing inside her. She felt so warm and good wrapped around me. I stopped when I was deep in her to savor the feeling.

A smile crept slowly over Emma’s face and she put her hands on my face, stroking down to my shoulders. I returned the smile and started moving. Her hips met mine stroke for long slow stroke. I dropped my head to her shoulder, “I want this to last.”

I don’t think I was talking just about the sex.

And last it did. We went from a slow steady missionary to a crazy sexy her on top. The way she moved, danced, with me inside her was something I wanted to memorize. I loved watching her stomach tighten with each stroke and way she went from smiling to biting her lip to her breath catching. Her fingers rested on my stomach and moved with her rhythm. I kept my hands on her thighs and watched for as long as I could. When I knew I couldn’t take much more I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight to me. My hands were splayed high and low on her back to make sure she stayed close. She moved her legs where her feet were on the bed by my hips. Her legs squeezed my sides as tight as her arm around my shoulders held me, her other arm draped over my shoulder and her hand was in my hair. Movement was small and slow as we kissed. It was all I needed. I could feel her wrapped all around me. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and held her down on me, fighting for breath as the orgasm took me.

I fell back on the bed taking her with me. Emma kissed my neck making me shiver. “Good god.”

She huffed out a breath, “Umm, yeah.”

We stayed wrapped around each other until I started to go soft and slip out of her. She pushed onto hands and knees, climbing out of the bed. “Condom.”

I pulled it off and handed it off to her. I rolled to my side to watch her walk to the bathroom. I fussed with the bed and lifted the covers when she came back. A few seconds later we were cuddled up on our sides, arms and legs tangled together. We kissed lazily, enjoying the “fifteen minutes” after the high. Exactly like I’d said earlier, there was something good about letting the physical and emotional sink in.

This was heavy on the emotional. I can’t tell you why it was different, or even really how, but it was. At the end when I could feel her wrapped all around me, it wasn’t just physical. I could FEEL her wrapped all around me. Yet, another part of this day I didn’t want to leave behind. I know it’s been a fucking week and I know it’s new and exciting. I know, I know, I know. But it’s good and I like it. We talked about it being crazy to think we were falling for each other so fast. It is crazy! A really good kind of crazy. And what am I supposed to do pretend I don’t know or push away the feelings? That seems really, really stupid. I’d be missing some incredible stuff. Really stupid. So, there’s the choice. I either just enjoy this and feel all of what I know is happening and let it do its thing, or I don’t. Guess which I’m picking?

I stopped the endless kissing that had been going on and ran my fingers over her cheek, “Just so you know. The matching bra and panties was getting closer to my Fantasy Friday.”

Her smile would have busted through any lies I was trying to tell myself. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell me.”

I gave her a side eye like I was considering not. “I have a thing for strings.”

“Strings?”

I pursed my lips and nodded, “Like corsets. Garters. Things I can play with and have to figure how to get you out of.”

She made a noncommittal, “Hmph”.

“You into fantasy fulfillment?”

“I’m into whatever’s going to make you smile.”

I felt that all the ways to my toes. “Emma . . .” I sighed and shook my head, smiling. “You make me smile.”

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 36)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 4443

Warnings: Language, mentions of kinks/sex, adult themes

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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First thing that you and Shannon set off to do was to find a place to look at wedding dresses. Shannon didn’t want to leave Nat out so she invited her as well things however felt a bit awkward due to the fact that at that moment Nat was the maid of honor and Shannon‘s best friend, you, were just her best friend.

You weren’t sure if you expected Shannon to grant you the honor of maid of honor or not. Of course you wanted it, but you knew that could be awkward for Shannon to handle. You didn’t want to pressure her to suddenly take the title away from Nat. You would be happy no matter what she decided. You could completely understand if Shannon didn’t want an ex-con as a maid of honor.

“Y/N, could you give us a moment really quick? I’d like to talk to Nat about something,” she said, hoping to fix the situation.

Both women, equally confused, looked at each other and then at her.

“Uhhh sure I’ll go get something to drink.” She walked into the kitchen where she found a bottle of orange juice.

“Hey, Nat, I was hoping we could talk.”

“Actually I’ve been wanting to talk to you too,” she said, coming closer to her. “I’ve given it a lot of thought and I'm really honored that you’d asked me to be your maid of honor but I think you should give that title to Y/N. You two have been friends for a long time, longer than you and me have from our days back in The Red Room.” Nat went on to say although she didn't trust you she wanted to make the wedding about Shannon and not the awkwardness that they were having at that moment.

“Nat, you have no idea how much that means to me. I hated the idea of taking the title from you because we’re great friends too and you’ve been there since the start of all this.” She hugged her friend knowing she would find a way to make it up to her. “What about being my my bridesmaid? Seeing as it's only you and Hill are the few women closest to me.”

“I would love that, Shannon. It’s still an honor to be a part of this happy moment for you.” She pulled back slightly to see her eyes.

After the two talked they went to find you so that they could all head to the store. Upon arriving to the store she was greeted by the owner. Although the story was removed from the news that didn't stop people from treating she differently knowing who she were getting married to.

While Shannon was taken to the back to try on a few dresses the other two women waited and talked about Nat giving you the title if maid of honor.

“Sooo…” Nat dragged, suddenly turning towards you.

You stilled, unsure how to respond to Natasha. She was a formidable woman, one that you hardly ever interacted with. Before you left for Asgard three years ago, you’d probably met her twice at one of Tony’s parties. The third time you met, she was trying to kill you and your boyfriend. Not exactly “best girlfriend” material.

“So,” you returned evenly. You weren’t sure how to handle this. You didn’t want to be overly sweet to someone who didn’t like or trust you, but you didn’t see a reason to be hateful to her either, so you kept it cordial.

“So, Shannon and I talked,” she continued.

“Oh?” You turned to her, your arms crossed.

“Yeah, we thought, given the fact that you’re out now, and you and Shannon being so close… Well… we thought that the title of maid of honor should go to you… if you’re up for it. It’ll be a lot of responsibility and I know that can be daunting with you just being released today but--”

“I’ll do it,” you said, cutting her off.

“Are you sure? I thought you might want to, but I also know the outside world might be a little much right now, and handling a wedding might be… I don’t know, a lot for you to handle.”

“Natasha, if you’re worried I’m going to snap or lose my shit because I have to help my best friend with a wedding, then you have nothing to worry about. I want to be here for Shannon. I want to help with this wedding.”

She held up her hands in defense. “That’s not what I was saying…”

“But you were thinking it. Look, Natasha, I get it. You think Loki and I are basically a basket full of crazy. I’m going to be honest, we were. Loki nor I were in the right state of mind when we attacked New York, but we’re better now. I’m not going to flip out, or hurt you, or hurt Shannon, or do anything but give Shannon the most magical wedding she deserves. I hope you can put aside your bias and help me in that?”

“I think I can,” she said with a tiny smirk, sort of impressed at your no-nonsense stance. “Thank you, for being honest and real with me.”

“If I wasn’t, you would’ve figured it out anyway,” you muttered. “Kind of a gift of being from the Red Room, right?”

Natasha’s lips perked up in a side smile. “Pretty much.”

After a little moment passed, you quietly leaned towards her and said, “And thank you, for letting me have the title. That means a lot. You didn’t have to, but you did.”

“Well, like you said, Shannon deserves a magical wedding.”

“That she does,” you agreed in a murmur.

Just then, Shannon stepped out of the hallway that led to the dressing rooms. She was a total vision in white.

“Oh, Shannon,” you gushed in almost a whisper.

“Do you like it?” she asked, unsure as she picked up the skirt and looked at it.

“It looks great on you,” Natasha answered.

“How does it feel?” you asked as she made her way over to the platform and stepped up.

“It feels very… white,” she noted with a small laugh.

You smiled at her reflection. “Yes, but does it feel bridal to you?”

She looked at it for a moment. “It’s very pretty, but I don’t think it’s the one, you know?”

“Then we’ll keep looking. The first dress usually isn’t the winner,” you commented. “Want us to pick some out for you?” you offered.

“I’d love that. All of these choices are overwhelming,” she noted, glancing around the store.

“You go get out of that one and we’ll bring some others,” you stated.

With that, the three of you split up. Natasha found simple gowns. Gowns that had very little detail, full satin, or full lace. Some short, some long.

You aired on the side of dramatic, some with bling, some with unique lacing or patterns. Just to give her variety.

By the end, you found about ten gowns. None of them quite fit her. Some didn’t accent her best features. Some didn’t match her skin tone. Some didn’t hit her at the right length.

“This is hopeless,” she said as she started to march off the platform in the last dress.

“Hey, come on, it’s only the first day,” Natasha tried.

“Yeah, we’ll try another store tomorrow. Why don’t we go grab some lunch for now? Maybe that would help?”

“Yeah, I’m starving,” Shannon agreed.

Shannon changed back into her clothing, where the consult gave her her card in case she had questions or wanted to come back. You thanked the shop clerk and the three of you left, setting off towards one of your favorite restaurants in Manhattan. It overlooked Central Park and they had the best lunch menu in the city in your opinion.

The three of you got seated and as soon as the waiter took your drink order, Natasha excused herself to go to the restroom.

“So… how’s the first day so far?” Shannon tried cautiously. She didn’t want to upset you by reminding you Loki was out or bring to your attention you were an ex-convict, but she wanted to check in with you, to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

“This has been fantastic honestly. I can’t imagine any other way to celebrate my first day out than by wedding dress shopping with my best friend,” you informed with a sweet smile.

“Good! Great! I’m so glad to hear that…”

“Yeah, I think it’s good… Hey, Shan…”

“Hmm?” she hummed while she looked over the menu.

“When do you think Loki’s gonna get out?”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I’ve been trying very hard to get him out with you. But I think they want another month, at least. Why?”

“Well…. I’ve been thinking… I’d like to get an apartment… with him.”

She froze before putting her menu down and looking at you. “An apartment?”

“Yeah. I mean, when he’s released. We won’t stay at the cell... “

“Right. You weren’t going to go back to Asgard?” she wondered. Asgard was your home after all, and Loki’s. It would seem only right to return to the land you came from. The land where she thought you belonged.

You shook your head. “I’ll ask Loki, but… Earth makes me happier. At least for now, you know? I think Odin wouldn’t be too happy about Loki’s last escapades, and I missed you too much while I was up there. Earth… it’s what I know best. Maybe in a few years when we start talking about a family or something we could go back, raise our children there but… I think I’m gonna stick around on Earth for a while, what do you think?”

Happy tears were already stinging Shannon’s eyes as she gazed at you.

“I think that’s wonderful. I’d love it if you stayed here. Would you want a suite in the tower? I could find a whole floor, you could decorate it how you wanted--”

You held up your hand. “I appreciate the offer, Shannon, I really do, and I’d love nothing more than to live a few floors away from you but… I’ve been chained to that tower for two years. Honestly, I don’t want to live in it or live anywhere near it.”

Shannon’s face and heart sank. Of course you wouldn’t want to live there. That was selfish of her to assume that. But she wanted to at least try.

“I understand. The offer still stands though.”

“Thank you, really. It’s just… The Avengers not trusting Loki, or me. And us having to stay in there…. I’d like us to be on our own, have some privacy for the first time. Even when we lived on Asgard, he and I were hardly ever alone.”

“That’s right.. And then on Sanctuary. I totally get it. No biggie. So you’re gonna start apartment hunting?”

“Yeah… Somewhere here in New York. Oh, shit I need a job,” you realized, laughing. “I have my savings stil from before I left but if I’m gonna pay rent, I’ll need a job.”

Shannon twisted her mouth to the side. “Would you be opposed to me helping you find a job?”

“Not at all, know any good ex-con programs?” you asked with disdain.

Shannon gave you a scolding glare. “That's not funny.”

“Wasn’t supposed to be,” you noted. “Anyway, yeah, I’m up for anything.”

“What about working in the lab with Bruce?”

“Bruce?” you asked, frowning. “Are you sure he’d want me to?”

“He needs a partner on molecular physics. That isn’t really my area and a lot of people get nervous around him. Seems like the perfect fit.”

“And he’s not going to… you know… hate me being around him?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. I’ll double check but as long as you’re running math, he could care less.”

“Okay, yeah, that’d be nice.”

“You know that apartment we both shared is still ours, right? I haven’t gone there in a few days but you’re more than welcome to take that for you and Loki,” Shannon suggested, hoping that would help bring you to a place where you feel comfortable.

“Really? You never sold it?” you asked, perplexed.

She shrugged. “Nah. Sometimes I used it to get away. Every now and again I used it when I missed you. All of your things are still there.” She looked down at her hands hoping it didn’t sound idiotic. “So I would go and visit, back when you were on Asgard, or missing, or even when we weren't talking. It was like I could step in there and you weren't gone.”

You gave her an apologetic, sympathetic smile. “I'm so sorry for that.”

“It’s always been a little safe haven to me,” she said. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” She waved her hand.

All of you finished your lunch and then headed back to the tower. Shannon needed to grab the key to the apartment and the two of you would head their next, to get you acquainted.

It still felt more than unnatural to be out of that cell. Sure, the last time you were out you could roam, but that was only at Xavier’s mansion. You could literally go anywhere in the world right now, even go back to Asgard.

The three of you entered the tower and you rode up to the commons floor, where the living room, kitchen, and some of the bedrooms for the Avengers. Just as the three of you stepped out of the elevator, Tony walked by, mug in hand. He glanced over at the three of you.

“Hey, babe. Hey, Y/N/N…”

Suddenly, he did a double take at you, his eyes going wide. “Y/N? You… you’re out…”

“Yeah, the release was today,” Shannon suddenly reminded softly as Tony stared at you with an unreadable expression on his face. How daunting it was that so many happy, pained, conflicted memories could live between the two of you.

“Oh… right. Yeah I guess with everything going on… I forgot…” he said half heartedly, his mind seeming to be in another place as he eyed you up and down.

You couldn’t help but mess with Tony a little. So a charming smirk crept onto your face as your fingertips had tiny streams of purple dancing around them, sparking every so often. “What’s wrong, Tony? Worried about me?”

He cleared his throat before he and Natasha took off down the nearby hallway before Shannon turned to you.

“Before you go anywhere else, I need to show you something…” she suddenly said, seeming a little nervous.

“Sure, hun. Anything. I’m in no rush. I’m just excited to be out,” you assured, reaching forward and rubbing her arm.

“Well, with you being on parole, there are a few… conditions, stipulations, if you will,” she said, walking forward.

You nodded, listening. “Well… Yeah, sure, I guess I expected that,” you stated. In all honesty, you did. You were fully aware they wouldn’t just open the door and say “have a good life!” and wave you off with a friendly smile. You and Loki had nearly leveled one of the largest cities in the United States -- that came with a hefty punishment.

“So, you’re still free to go wherever you’d like,” she explained as the two of you continued going to some unknown place in the tower.

“Mhm…”

“But well… you need to do a few things to… well… to keep that freedom…” she informed, feeling utterly crappy for having to be the one to deliver the news.

You frowned until she gestured through the glass at a man that was familiar to you. You glanced at her with a side gaze before the two of you walked into the lab where he was working.

“You’ll have to be coming to Bruce to check in.” She waved over to him. “He will be in charge of seeing how well you are… so in other words.. he’s your parole officer.” She looked away from you and smiled when Bruce hugged her.

“Hello, Y/N, it's good to know your finally out of that cell.” He moved from her side to face you. “I will however ask that you come work with me a few times a week as a check in and a way to keep you busy.” He motioned around the lab.

“Oh… Are you sure this is okay with you?” you asked feeling like you’d been dumped on Bruce. “I don’t want to be in your way.”

“No, no not at all it would be of great help to have you around seeing as there’s somethings I’m not aware I could figure out.” He looked back at you hoping that this will help a bit.

“There’s no pressure, Y/N/N. If you feel uncomfortable you can tell me right now and we’ll see who else we can have as your officer,” she rushed her response hoping to smooth things over.

“Thanks… I’ll keep that in mind, for now I think I’m somewhat okay with this,” you told her reaching to wrap your arm around her shoulders

“Well if you two ladies excuse me I need to get back.” He started walking away. “I will be contacting you soon enough about our arrangements.” With that he left.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you leaned in closer to Shannon, whispering. “So I just have to check in with him and work in the lab a few times a week?”

She shrugged and smiled. “Yeah, pretty much. Is that okay?” she wondered. She was nervous, since Bruce had beat Loki to a pulp. Had you forgotten that? Or had you forgiven it? She didn’t want to trigger you,but she didn’t want Bruce to suddenly mention it later, and that trigger you either.

“It’s fine… It’s just…” You didn’t know how to tell her it’s a bit uncomfortable having to check in with him because of what he had done. You knew you should put it in the past but it's hard knowing that Bruce let Hulk hurt Loki and you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Y/N/N, you know you can tell me what’s wrong, right?” She could read you like an open book and that sometimes scared you but knew it wasn't something she would do on purpose. “I know it’s weird that it’s Bruce because of the incident that happened two years ago but I’m sure he wouldn’t purposely bring it up.”

“It is a bit weird but I guess it’ll take some getting used to. I'm just so glad that I'm out of there and that Loki will be out of there too.”

Shannon could tell you were holding in the excitement.

“Well let's get out of this floor. Do you wanna maybe go to the apartment or do you wanna go see Lucky?” She looked a tiny bit relieved. “I think it’ll be nice to see how he reacts to seeing you again.”

“Sure, I’ve missed him so much and yeah it’d be nice to head to the apartment.” The two of you walked to the elevators heading to what you assumed was Shannon’s old floor. “Maybe I can get some of my things and take it down to the cell.”

“Sure thing. I could grab my suitcase so you can put whatever you’d like to grab in there.” The two of you arriving and the destination rather quickly. “Lucky! Come here, boy,” she called as she walked around the kitchen.

“You still keep this stocked up?” you asked, seeing the fridge filled with food. “I thought you and Tony shared his floor.”

“Well yeah but sometimes I like coming down here, it’s usually when I know Tony will be in the lab all night long when I’ll come sleep here and share the bed with Lucky.” In that moment Lucky came bounding in like such a happy puppy even though he was about 5 years old.

The first thing you noticed was how big he had gotten and how fluffier his fur looked. Crouching down to eye level you tried to pet him but he seemed to be a bit shy. Frowning, you look up at Shannon.

“Seems like he’s forgotten who I am,” you said sadly. You didn't think he’d forget so quickly you weren’t gone that long… were you?

“Well, Y/N/N, you were gone for almost three years when you went to Asgard and then another two when you were down in the cell…” she sounded just as sad. “Maybe let him sniff you, he might still know your scent.”

Reaching out your hand palm facing up. Lucky looked from Shannon to your hand seeing her nod her head, Lucky got closer and took a sniff. It wasn’t long until he realized it was you that caused him to get all happy and a case of the zoomies hit him making both women laugh.

He jumped up to lick your face managing to knock you down and attacking you with licks and huffs. “It's good to see you too, boy. I’ve missed you a bunch.” You ruffled his fur and he nodded his head like he agreed.

“Is there any soda in the fridge?” you asked hoping to get your hands on some. “Could use a fizzy drink.”

“Yeah there should be some of the kind you like in there.” Heading for the fridge, she opened the door for you to grab some.

“Thanks.” You took a sip of some for what feels like ages since the last time you had some. “Wow this tastes so good!” You down the whole can in one go.

“Woah, Y/N, don’t worry there's more in the fridge,” she laughed as she handed you another can. “Don’t want all the gas going up your nose.”

You laughed. “I guess I forgot how good food can be. God, I’m going to eat everything in sight,” you joked, remembering all the food you’d missed out on.

“Well lucky for you I’ve got a little welcome home surprise.” She motioned to the living room. “I’m sure you’d missed them just as much as they have.” You both walked in and you froze in place. The two people you’d never thought you’d see again were standing there with tears in their eyes.

“Y/N!” They both gasp and the three of you crash into each other in a giant hug. “Dear, we’ve missed you so much!”

They both talked at once. Shannon’s parents had taken you in as their own daughter and you felt like you were finally home.

“How long have you been here?” you asked them, clearing the tears from your eyes.

“Shannon called us while she was in the changing room at the bridal store saying you had returned from your trip,” her mother said. “And we were so excited we just had to come down here and see you.”

You look over at Shannon and she mouthed “they don’t know about the cell”. You nodded your head and the four of you sit and chat hearing about everything that's happened since you’ve been in prison.

It was going to be hard to pretend you’d been off in Asgard doing amazing things for the last few years.

“So tell us about you! How have you been? How was Asgard! Tell us all about it!” Diane said excitedly.

You shot a quick look to Shannon, who encouraged you on with a head nod and a nervous look.

“Uh, well... It’s lovely. I had an amazing job there, I lived with the royal family. The city is plated in gold and rainbows. It’s truly breathtaking.”

“Wow that sounds wonderful,” Tom, Shannon’s dad, remarked.

“It is…” You twisted your fingers around themselves. “I also, uh, met someone,” you informed. They were just like your parents, right? You could tell them anything, right? They’d want to know that you were happy, in a good relationship, right?

“That's fantastic, sweetheart! On Asgard?” Diane wondered.

“Uh, yeah. His name is Loki, he’s the prince,” you stated.

“Well tell us what he’s like?” Tom asked always being very fatherly. “How does he feel about coming back home?”

“Uh, he’s fine with it. I think. He’s patiently waiting for me. He wants me to experience the world again,” you said, dancing on the line of truth and lie. “He’s very smart, cunning, clever. He graduated top of his class in Asgard… He’s incredibly witty, and very well read. He loved his mother dearly, before she passed. They were very close. She taught him magic. He’s a very good sorcerer.”

Shannon was on her phone in an instant looking for one of the pictures you had sent her when you had been getting to know him. “Here, this is a picture she sent me of the family and this is him.” She passed the phone to her parents and pointed at which one Loki was.

“Well, dear, he sounds like a wonderful man and from the looks of it he’s quite handsome.” Diane winked at you.

“He sure is,” you agreed on both accounts.

“When will we get to meet him?” Tom wondered, sounding excited.

At this, you didn’t really have a good answer. So you tried to come up with something that wasn’t a total lie. “Uh, whenever he’s free. I’ll let you know when that is,” you informed with a nod.

“From what Y/N told me he’s a very busy man lately but hopefully as the date for the wedding approaches, we can all meet him in person,” Shannon said to them hoping that will suffice for now. “Why don’t you tell us about your traveling around Europe?” She had changed the topic of conversation not wanting you to feel guilty about them not knowing the truth.

You look over to her and mouth a silent thank you and the rest of the time was spent hearing about Rome and the beauty of France. Looking at pictures of every location they visited and how happy everyone was made you feel at ease knowing that soon enough there wouldn’t be anymore problems for you and Loki.

“We do hope you come home and soon, dear, we need to have a family dinner before the rehearsal for the wedding,” Diane suggested, hoping to have you back home and spending the day with them.

“Of course, I’ll see when we can do that so that it’s like old times again” you smile sincerely for the first time in what feels like ages.

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