#i'll have you pictured in my head / all of you butchered in your beds

[1794]

I wish people still cared about desktop themes so I could do the randomized desc text thing I used to do Back In The Day. I feel like I could easily pull one good line from every song on stcaby

[stinkysam]

Hughie Campbell - Stay out of it.

Warning : nsfw, top!reader, spit as lube, no protection

Genre : smut

Synopsis : “Could you write male reader having sex with hughie to "help him relax"?” -anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

Hughie couldn't sleep. Recently, he's been thinking about the past months with the boys.

Since Robin’s death, his life has been nothing but gore and murder, with an occasional good day thanks to you. And being with the boys made sure death and blood were the only constant to get his revenge. Though at times, he wasn't sure he really wanted it.

He had killed Translucent, was wanted by the government and his dad kept calling him, probably to know why his son's picture was displayed on the news, calling him a terrorist.

His mind was racing, Butcher was gone and the group found itself frozen in place, not really knowing what to do in his absence, so he got up from his shitty bed and left their hiding place, making sure his hood covered his face as he walked into the rainy night.

He walked and walked, his shoes taking in the water through his destroyed soles, socks wet, making footprints on the dry carpet that leads to your apartment's door, and knocked a few times, waiting for you to open.

“Hughie ?” You said quietly, voice hoarse with sleep as you watched him through the peephole before unlocking and slightly opening the door “What are you doing here ?”

He smiled briefly, waiting for you to let him in but you stood your ground, you had seen the news. He stared at you, a bit surprised by the cold demeanor, but that was to be expected. After all, you didn't know.

“You're wanted by the government.” You added.

“I- please, I'll explain everything, but let me in.” He said, tilting his head to the side, removing his hood, hoping you would listen to him. “It's about supes.”

You frowned, confused, before sighing and pushing yourself from the entrance, allowing him in. Hughie thanked you quietly as he walked in, closing behind himself, thanking you again.

“Remember when I told you my ex-girlfriend died ? It wasn't… a natural death.” He started and you looked at him, more confusion blooming in your mind as you sat at the table in your kitchen, trying to understand what Robin's death had to do with supes and him being a terrorist.

He sat in front of you and continued talking, telling you everything from the beginning, Robin’s actual death, meeting Butcher and Frenchie and killing Translucent before meeting M.M and later Kimiko and Starlight, all while being shown how little supes care for human life or how dangerous they are, and mainly how dangerous Homelander is.

You remained still as you listened carefully, slowly understanding all the secrets he had refused to share, the secret phone calls or texts, why he suddenly stopped going to work and what he did when he wasn't with you. Why he always changed the TV’s channel each time there was something about supes ; documentaries, interviews, movies, music videos, ads.

You didn’t know how to react, not expecting anything of this in the slightest. You thought he had killed Robin or something like that, hence why he was wanted by the government. You looked to the side, thinking.

“Are you safe ?” You finally asked, wondering where he stayed.

“Yeah, Frenchie found us a hiding place in the back of some small store. It’s mainly for smuggling but-” He shrugged and smiled. “It’s safe.”

You nodded as the silence fell once more before noticing how dark his clothes were. Fuck, it was raining outside.

“Do you- uh, want to take a shower ? You're soaking wet from the rain.”

Hughie looked down at himself, his clothes were still damp, sticking to his skin. He nodded awkwardly and you stood up, walking to the bathroom.

“Come !” You said, pulling a small and a larger towel from the compartment under the sinks, placing them on the surface next to the bathtub before walking out. He thanked you as you closed the door and he undressed himself before getting in the bathtub and turning the water on.

The water was hot on his skin, a bit too much, he lowered the heat a slightly, rubbing his head with your shampoo.

Hughie sighed, now wondering if it had been the right idea to tell you everything. You could lose your life if you decided to work with him, and knowing you, he knew you would refuse to stay back and watch, preferring to fight for some sort of justice with him.

You knocked at the door.

“I have some clean clothes for you !” You said loudly for him to hear through the sound of the running water.

“Okay, you can come in !” He replied, instinctively hiding his dick as you pushed the door open, quickly putting a small pile of clothes on the closed toilet before walking out, closing behind yourself.

When Hughie walked out with the clothes you gave him, you were laying on your bed, still thinking, slowly digesting the news. You called him, letting him know where you were and he quickly joined you, laying on his stomach, facing you.

“Are you… mad ?” He asked quietly, trying to know what you were thinking.

“No.” You shook your head. “You told me the truth, it's just… a lot.”

“Maybe I shouldn't have told you, it's just- Butcher is God knows where and the team refuses to listen to me, only Annie tries to help me but it's super dangerous for her, Homelander is so close, he could find out and kill her at any moment.” He ranted, and your hand went to his back, rubbing him soothingly.

“Annie ? Starlight ?” You asked, not knowing the supe's real name.

“Yes.”

“Maybe it's a sign for you to stop ?” You tried, not believing in your own words and knowing he would continue anyway.

“A sign ? I thought you didn’t believe in them ?” He said and you shrugged.

“Sometimes I do. When it suits me.” You said with a laugh. He smiled, humming, thinking. “Why did you tell me ? If it's not to look for a way out ?”

“I like you. And I don't want our relationship to have… secrets. I don't want to ruin things because I didn't tell you about this part of my life.”

“But you don't want me to meet the group ? Right ? Too dangerous ?”

“Yes. I want you to know but I don't want you to get hurt or die because you helped us. So I'm asking you this, please, go back to your job tomorrow and live your life normally. I promise I'll try to stay out of trouble.” He said, his hand moving to your face, caressing your cheek. “Though nothing is happening at the moment so saying out of trouble will be easy.”

“So you just want my support, but from a distance.”

“...Yeah. You promise me you'll stay out of this ?”

You sighed, thinking. You couldn't really sit there and let him face danger alone. But he wasn't alone, he had the boys with him. And they knew how to use guns, they knew how to defend themselves. Maybe if Butcher never comes back, the group will slowly dismantle itself and Hughie will stay out of danger ?

“I… can try…” You said, unsure. But Hughie didn't seem to want that for an answer.

“No, I really want you to stay out of it. I can't lose you too-”

“Okay. I promise I'll stay out of it.” You replied. Though you had agreed, you weren't sure if you could live with that choice.

“Okay. Thank you.”

Though he seemed to relax, Hughie was still stressed, still wondering if it was the right thing to do, playing with his fingers as he imagined the worst case scenarios. He was starting to stress you out even more than you already were.

You sat up and scooted closer to him before beginning to rub his back over his shirt.

“I told you, I promise I'll stay out. You have nothing to fear.” You said, your fingers moving up and down his spine, playing with the bumps of his vertebrae. “Nothing will happen.”

You leaned down and kissed his shoulder, your hands rubbing them and massaging his back, hearing him groan while slowly relaxing, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Your hand slid under his shirt, feeling his hot skin on your palms, still a bit moist from the shower, as you continued to massage him. Your fingers tickled lightly his sides as they moved from his shoulder-blades to his hips while you planted kisses on his back, moving his shirt up so your lips could touch his skin, making a trail of kisses on his spine.

You continued like this for a few minutes, Hughie letting out small sighs as you caressed him gently until he slightly moved his hips, resting on his side.

“Something's wrong ?” You asked and Hughie began to stammer, that's when you saw his ‘problem’.

“No. It's uh- There's- I'm… hard.” He said, feeling embarrassed before quickly apologizing. “It's just- it feels really good and-”

“It's fine.” You cut him off, chuckling quietly. “Want to do something about it ?” You asked, moving your hands lower, fingers pulling at his boxers.

Hughie nodded, turning around to lay on his back as he looked at your left hand, now resting on his bulge. You squeezed it lightly, running your hand against him before sliding under his pants, stroking him. He exhaled, his head falling back as he let you touch him, bucking slightly into you, feeling his dick harden more and more, pulsing at your touch.

Your thumb rubbed his tip, playing with the slit, your palm moving up and down on his length. He whined, moving his legs to roll his hips.

With your free hand you pushed his pants away as you continued to jerk him slowly. You moved his legs and put two of your fingers in your mouth, coating them with saliva before teasing his hole. He tensed up a bit before slowly relaxing, allowing you to push a finger inside him.

Hughie groaned, grimacing as your index was fully in, his ass clenching around you and his cock jumping in your hand. You began to move your finger at the same pace you were jerking him, slowly, giving him time to adjust to the sensation. He whined and sighed, nodding at you so you could move faster, you curled your finger inside him, earning a loud moan.

He moaned again when you added a second finger, his legs closing, thighs squeezing your wrist as you continued to caress him, beads of pre-come gliding down his length.

You moved your fingers in and out of him, curling them against his sweet spot each time, ripping pretty moan after pretty moan. He opened his legs again, bucking into your hand, wanting more.

You pulled your fingers out of him, making him whine and pushed your pants down before jerking yourself a couple times, sighing and aligning yourself between his legs, your tip pushing against his hole before slowly entering him. Hughie hissed, you felt him clench around you as you leaned down to pepper his face with kisses, helping him relax as you bottomed out.

After a bit you began to thrust into him, kissing his jaw and neck as he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close. He moaned your name quietly, cursing under his breath each time you pushed yourself in, your tip hitting deep inside him.

You wrapped a hand around his dick, jerking him, thumb playing with his tip, rubbing his frenulum and corona of glans, more pre pooling out, slowly gathering on your hand.

Hughie rolled his hips, trying to fuck your hand while you fastened the pace, your body slapping against him.

“I'm close-” He moaned, eyes closed in pleasure as you continued hitting his prostate. You hummed, pulling him into a kiss as his mouth opened abruptly to let another moan out as he came, ropes cum spurting on his stomach and your hand.

His ass clenched tightly around you, allowing you to come inside him, your hips stuttering a bit before slowing down and stopping.

Hughie sighed, catching his breath as you did the same and pulled out, walking out of the room to grab a washcloth to clean him.

He watched as you wiped his stomach and his ass before throwing it in the basket of dirty laundry, laying down next to him once more.

Your hand landed on his chest, caressing him softly as he smiled at you before moving closer, wrapping his arms around you.

You kissed him, pulling away to turn off the light and went back into his arms, content. As you fell asleep you remembered your discussion, feeling still torn with your decision to not interfere. You don't know how long you'll be able to keep your promise.

[bitbybitwrites]

3 for firstprince!

3. 'Tell me anything. Everything.'

Again, apologies for the lateness, @tinyarmedtrex! But here ya go!

(Thanks again to @tailsbeth-writes for the prompts!)

You can also read this on A03 here.

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blythe spirit

“No.”

“Henrryyyyyyy.”

“I said, no.”

“Please?  Pretty please?"  Alex pouted and fluttered his eyes in an attempt to look as wistful and yet as truly pathetic as he could.

"Fucking eyelashes," Alex swore he heard Henry mutter under his breath. 

Henry turned his back and focused on emptying his backpack onto his desk. Maybe if he appeared busy, Alex would let the topic go.

"You know, if you don't tell me, I'll just go ahead and text Pez or Bea."

Henry internally sighed.  No such luck. 

Who was he kidding?  Alexander Claremont-Diaz was like a hungry dog going after the last scrap of meat at the butcher's when he got fixated on something.  Determined, laser-focused, and stubborn as anything.  It would really make him an exceptional lawyer one day.

Henry spun around and glowered at his roommate.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

Alex smirked as he flopped down on Henry’s bed and kicked off his sneakers.  “Ha.  Just try me, sweetheart.”

The reddish blush that broke out over Henry’s cheeks was worth that term of endearment alone.  Alex smirked.  He knew just what buttons he could push to get Henry to cave.

“I . . . I don't know why you're even interested."

“Baby, I love you.  I'm interested in everything about you." Alex gave Henry a very pointed and heated look that definitely hit the mark.

The flush on Henry’s face now deepened.  He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he considered his options: Tell Alex what he wanted to know or not, and run the risk of being annoyed to death about it until he spilled the information anyway.

“Come on,” Alex softly cajoled.  “You can’t just say things like: ‘I played Elvira in a school production of Blythe Spirit’ and not expect me to ask about it.”  Alex pouted again to prove his point.  “I’m a weak man, H.  These are the types of things I need to know more about.”

Another bat of those damn eyelashes and . . god help him . . a slight whimper from Alex, and Henry's resolve crumbled entirely. 

Grabbing his phone, Henry climbed onto the bed, motioning for Alex to move over.  The apparent glee—the twinkle in Alex's eyes when he realized he was getting his way—had Henry shaking his head.

He really was in trouble with this man.

"You know you are an absolute menace," Henry said, attempting to be stern but failing miserably.

“But that’s why you love me, “ Alex singsonged back, grinning wildly.

“So I’ve been told.”

Alex chuckled as he snuggled up to Henry, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his temple.  “Stop stalling, sweetheart.  Give me the deets.  Tell me anything.  Everything."

Henry took a deep breath.  "Well, you know Pez and I both attended Eton before my family had to move here.  Pez, as you've already learned, came here later to go to Parsons."

“Yesssss . . . of that I am well aware.  You two were way too adorable in your morning coats and all.  Pez showed me those pictures."

Henry rolled his eyes as he continued.  “Well, the Master in charge of dramatics was a stuffy old fellow," he confided to Alex.  "But he had been with the school for centuries, it seemed, so he was more inclined to have the boys play all the roles.  If you wanted my opinion, I think he just wasn't comfortable with young girls or knew how to deal with anyone of the female persuasion.  So even though there were neighboring girls' schools that could provide young actresses, he didn't want to bother with them for the productions he decided to direct."

“And when you got cast . . oh please-oh-please-oh-please tell me your grandmother had a fit," Alex begged.  He was not a fan of Mary Montchristen and wished painful, horrible things to happen to her often after he heard of her constant homophobic tirades that Henry had to sit through at family gatherings.

“Oh, she did," Henry sighed.  "She wouldn't stop making a fuss about it every time my name came up in conversation.  Who knows how long it would have gone on if my father hadn't quietly reminded her that men playing female roles in the theatre was a longstanding tradition from Shakespeare’s time and beyond.”

”Ahh . . whip out the history . . . and ole Mary couldn’t argue against Shakespeare,” Alex cackled in delight.

Henry grinned broadly.  "No, she couldn't.  She didn't come to see any of the performances, which was perfectly fine with me."

“Love it.”

Henry paused, unsure of how much more information Alex wanted.  "There are . . ." he sighed.  "Pictures if you want to see."

Alex’s face brightened considerably.  “Yesssss . . . yes . . .yes . . . I want to see."

As Henry carefully scrolled through his phone for the damning evidence, Alex kept trying to crane his neck to look over, giggling in anticipation.   Henry, in turn, leaned further away, trying to hide his phone screen from his boyfriend's prying eyes.  Placing a hand on Alex's face, Henry then gave him a soft shove, shaking his head as Alex cackled and fell off to one side of the bed.

"It can't be that bad, Hen . . ." Alex said.  "I mean, it wasn't horrible when you were doing the show, right?"

“It was .  .  . tolerable, I guess?" Henry admitted, clutching his phone to his chest after he located what he had searched for.  "Now, mind you," he said as he batted Alex's outstretched hand away.  "This wasn't an attempt to be over the top or anything, like a modern drag performance or even a panto dame.  So I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Alex reached out, opening and closing both hands over and over with a smile.  “I am expecting you to hand that phone over, baby.  I promise I won’t laugh.”

"I know you won't," Henry said, smiling.  He knew in his heart that Alex was nothing but supportive of him.  "But I want you to understand that Pez somehow sweet-talked his way into being in charge of the costumes for the production.”

“Oooooooh," Alex’s eyes grew as large as saucers.  “Now I really want to see.”

Henry sighed at his impatience.  "What I'm trying to say, love, is that Pez wanted to be as accurate as he possibly could.  Blythe Spirit was written in the early 1940s, but he felt it best that we set the play in the 1930s so . . . "

“So I get vintage Henry?” Alex asked, his curiosity piqued even more.

Henry screwed his eyes shut tightly as he passed over the phone, unsure if he wanted to see Alex's first reaction to him in a 1930s evening gown.  "Now, do be kind, darling; please understand I was younger and awkward, and mind you, this was way before I became a wet bob, so I'm a bit scrawny and all, and I was . . ."

“Absolutely fucking beautiful . . .”

Henry's eyes snapped open quickly as he watched Alex.  His jaw dropped, his eyes wide, and he was practically drooling over picture after picture, his fingers swiping through them all, enlarging them, getting to the end, and then quickly scrolling back to see them all over again.

“Love?”

Alex was at a loss for words.  He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to see when Henry handed over the pictures.   He may have had a few preconceived expectations, most of which revolved around the assumption that Henry would just look like his sister Bea, minus the long hair, but certainly not this.

Yes, it was obviously Henry. . . a younger Henry, without the broad shoulders and chest he had achieved from rowing all the years he spent at Eton. Henry's shoulder-to-waist ratio was still to die for back then, but in the pictures he looked like he had an hourglass figure.  The sleeveless blue silk gown Henry wore skimmed his hips, just so, falling in smooth shimmering fabric to his ankles.  The back of the gown was daringly low, and Alex had to admit to himself that his fingers itched to lightly stroke the exposed skin there, trailing from neck to the lower dip in Henry's back.  A brunette wig of soft Marcel waves brushed against that defined jawline, softening it gently.  Henry's eyes were outlined in kohl, while a soft blush powered those prominent cheekbones.  His lips were still plush and looked so very kissable, but then they were painted as a full red pout in the photos, and the mole above his lip was defined even darker so it could be seen from the stage.

In many of the shots, Henry peered at the camera from over his shoulder, capturing the viewer with a coy and flirtatious gaze.  Some, his eyes were lowered just enough that he looked at the camera through his eyelashes, a naughty smile playing at the corners of those pouty lips.

Henry was stunning as the man sitting next to him, but Alex had to admit, he was also ridiculously breathtaking as a woman in these photos.

“I am so fucking bisexual,“ Alex said, staring at the pictures in his hand and then back up to his boyfriend sitting next to him.

The comment made Henry blush even more.

Alex tossed the phone aside and straddled Henry.  "Like so very, very, very bisexual," Alex repeated as he captured Henry's face in his hands and kissed him soundly.

“Are you sure it isn’t just because it’s me in the pictures?" Henry laughed out loud, teasing Alex once he was allowed to come up for air.

“Ok, then I’m bisexual and Henry-sexual . . to-may-to, to-mah-to . .  .however you want to spin it . . .but baby, you were HOT." Alex said, panting slightly against Henry's lips.  "Do you think Pez still has that outfit stored somewhere?  Can we borrow it?  Fuck, baby . . .would you wear it again . . .for me?"

“Seriously?”

Alex looked Henry straight in the eyes as he ground his hips down into Henry's lap.  Both men moaned as they could feel each other growing hard.  "Yes, seriously," Alex said as he continued.

"Christ," Henry gasped, grasping Alex by the hips to still him for a moment.  "I don't know if it will even fit me anymore, darling.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Alex whined against Henry’s lips.  “Something close to it then.”

Henry smirked.  "I suppose you'd want the corselet, stockings, and heels I all wore under that, too?  Or do we ask Pez for a garter belt instead?"

Alex was sure his brain blue-screened then and there for a brief moment.  Once he came to, he only had one thing to say:

“Jesus tits . . you’re going to kill me, Fox.”

[new-york-manga]

Into The Puppet's Circus

Ahem! Tonight...

Today is my birthday, a campfire was set up for my two friends and me so we can tell ghost stories at midnight. I didn't tell my dads that we'd be playing our Mario fangame instead, but I don't think they'll mind it.

"Yo Ann! When we gonna get to that castle ya built?" asked Dan who was impatiently skipping through the levels instead of analyzing them like I asked him to.

"Relax, you'll get there at the speed your deciding to speedrun at mach five" I taunted at him, fixing my strawberry blond space buns.

"You could slow down and enjoy the game instead" said Mike, fixing his glasses innocently.

Dan finally started to slow down his own pace and sat the computer to his side before facing himself forwards toward the screen. At that moment, my dads walked out of the house with the Marshmallows and sticks.

"I thought you kids'd be screamin' Bloody Mary by now." said Pappa.

"Not until I get to your daughter's castle" exclaimed Dan who was still focused on the game.

"Oh? And how many world's left do you have 'til you reach her 'secret' world?" asked Daddy.

That confused Dan while it made me blush in embarrassment.

"They haven't even reached eighteen yet Carol! Let 'em be kids. Besides, for all we know he probably hasn't completed world one." said Papa, handing me the marshmallows and sticks.

"Alright, alright. My bad. Just makin' sure nothing funny happens" said Daddy while being guided back into the house.

"You kids take care" said Papa waving back at us before they both walked inside.

"Ann, why is the game reseting every time I reach one dash four?" asked Dan, turning the computer to me.

I handed Mike the sticks while holding the bag in my mouth before kneeling both to play the game myself, assuming it was just glitching out.

Once I completed the four levels the game did reset, so I went back to quickly fix the code.

" 'Aight, it should be fixed now" I said, turning the computer back to Dan.

I sat right next to him as he played through all four levels, only for the game to reset again.

"Are you kidding me?" I shouted at the game.

Eventually, after multiple attempts of repeating my steps, the game just crashed every time I tried to open it.

"Man, I'm sorry." said Dan.

"No, it's not your fault. My game was working fine this morning. Just go home and get some sleep and I'll call you guys when I fix it." I explained, tears running down my Cheeks.

Dan walk in front of me and then gently lifted my head up. His expression was clearly embarrassed to be face to face with me, but his eye were looking into mine.

"It's gonna be a great game! Don't overwork yourself. 'Aight?" said Dan.

He and Mike then waved back as they walked down the street to their houses.

After putting out the fire and then walking the unopened bag of marshmallows back into a kitchen cabinet, I went to pick up my computer.

Against Dan's comment, I went back into my room to fix the code of my game.

As I open up the file, a random pop-up asked if I wanted to make changes to my computer. Thinking that I simply forgot to update my hardware I quickly clicked yes while laying lazily on my bed. The next image that appeared was of a criminal page. I had lent Daddy the computer for his case since the killer, whose face was on my screen, kicked his into a wall before being shot at.

"Jacklyn the Butcher" read the picture.

I simply closed the tab before my game finally booted up again. But as I took a look at the titlescreen, I noticed it wasn't my game. The sky was pitch black...

Or at least of what I could see from the windows of Peach's Castle. I had originally designed my game to be a 3D collectathon before I made it linear, so I then assumed my game got corrupted by Dan's speedrun.

"Thanks Danny Boy" I mumbled.

I started the game to my playable Bowser. His new moveset was still present so I was able to get moving pretty quickly. While circling around like an idiot, I noticed that I was already inside Peach's Castle. Moving the camera, I eventually spotted a Jack in the Box that resembled a smiling Peach. No eyes, her face slit in half until the crack reached her mouth that had an opening similar to a nutcracker.

It waved at me when I used the first person view. And then it closed its eyes and giggled at me before suddenly snapping my arms to my bed without touching me.

Two Toads sprung out of the floor to cover my screams. Despite that, I could still hear the slamming of the door to my room as my dads tried their best to open it. They had ran up the stairs too late late as my bed started to levitate towards the slowling opening closet that had become a darkened door to the puppet's hidden face.

"Do you hear your parents?" It asked me, looking deep into my eyes as it's mouth raised up and down to the sound of its own words.

"They already took me to my own personal little hell, why don't you join me?" after her last phrase, she lunged straight at me before I kicked her back into the closet from where she came. I then ripped both Toads off of me one by one before throwing them back into that "little hell" with her. My dads finally broke down the door to rush me out of my own room, but not before she came back out to grab Daddy to drag him into the closet. Both Papa and I grasped his arms as she hopped onto his back.

"Ready for my next trick?" she winked at us and giggled as he proceeded to pull him in half, organs flying in her direction.

She then jumped to Papa.

"Run!" He screamed while being torn in half the same way Daddy had died. She quickly cleaned up the bodies an then her face with a napkin before grabbing onto my leg and dragging me into the closet door and then throwing me onto the floor.

"Such a delicate little face. You will make a glorious little toy." she said, gently lifting my head with tears running down my cheeks.

She then rose into the top floor, opening a second closet door and then setting me on the bad.

"Now that your in my world we will get to play an eternal game of hide and seek!"

You will eventually learn to enjoy our little game." she closed her eyes and then slammed the closet shut. When I hurriedly crawled to the door and then opened it, all I could find was a globe playing lullaby music with a clock whose hour hand was moving ever so slowly to the next midnight.

[thecatladywife]

That Time We Met (3)

Taeyong x Male reader

Fluff (Domestic)

Happy New Year to everyone reading those lines, I wish you all the best !!

I’m really getting back into writing these days with NCT inspiring me a lot, I didn’t expect that at all.

I thank every single one of you who liked the previous chapters and I think I’ll write a couple more on this story about Taeyong before getting onto something else (I’ve got a few ideas in mind with Ten, Johnny, Mark and Jaehyun) However since it’s slice of life, I’ll probably get back to it later.

I hope Chapter 3 is as enjoyable as the first two ! Take care !!

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Once inside Taeyong looked like an excited kid in an amusement park, rushing in the living room and staring around. He examined every corner, every little things of your daily life which amused you because you would do the same in his stead.

The room was small, there wasn’t much stuff inside but some shelves with books and boxes, a desk on one side near the windows then a couch big enough for three to sit and a tv in front of it.

Taeyong was standing in front of the couch, captivated by the wall full of photos behind it. He could see your younger self with your first bike, you wearing a dirty apron on your first day as apprentice then other pictures more recent with your motorbike chapter, friends, family and finally some pictures of him, selfies he sent you over the months.

Sitting on the couch, waiting patiently for him to be done you looked up in his direction when you heard him giggle. He grinned at you and pointed at one particular photo on the wall.

“Your brothers and you look like three sizes of the same person.”

 It wasn’t the first time you heard that but you were curious to discover which picture made your boyfriend think that too so you turned around. It was the one from your first cousin’s wedding, you were posing with her and your two brothers wearing the exact same suits. You could only to admit that you did look like triplets in different shapes, your younger brother being taller and bulkier than you when your older brother was one head smaller with a leaner body.

 “So… tell me. Which size do you prefer?”

 You tackled him on the couch and tickled him until his giggles turned into a fit of laughter and he started squirming beneath your body.

Taeyong was a mess once you were done with him, his face hot and red and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was so beautiful with his brown eyes full of mirth and his boyish smile, you felt your heart skip a beat.

You grabbed him by the waist and sat up, bringing him on your lap at the same time and waiting for his answer to your question. He looked you up and down, then back and forth between the photo and you, pointing your brothers with his finger.

 “Hm… this one looks as tall as me so it’ll be awkward when we hug… this one is definitely too big, he would crush me and this one…”

 He slid his arms around your neck and cocked his head from left to right, pretending to examine you. You played along with him, giving him your most charming smile and even copying some facial expression you saw him make on photoshoots.

 “Ohh~ this one is really hot but I don’t know, he looks too flirty…”

 You both burst out laughing, holding each other close until you finally calmed down and cuddled a little bit. Taeyong’s head was resting on your shoulder while you caressed his hair softly, kissing his lips and cheeks from time to time.

 “Alright Goldilocks, come with me. I'll show you around then you’ll see why I’m the best out of the three."

 You crushed your boyfriend in a bear-like hug, earning the cutest whine from him then got up. You were still holding him up in your arms as you walked toward your bedroom.

Since your apartment was bathed in light most of the day you preferred to keep the decoration simple, white walls and touches of dark grey here and there for the furniture, a large bed at the feet of which you displayed a big carpet and then drawers and hangers for your clothes. There wasn't much but it still felt cosy.

You carried him around to show him the toilets first then the bathroom, laughing at how excited he got because of the bathtub. In the end you went back to the living room, Taeyong still clinging at you like a koala as you took him out on the balcony to see the view on Paris’ roofs.

From were you lived you couldn’t see the Eiffel tower but you could catch glimpses of other famous places in the capital like Montmartre and a few others you pointed out to Taeyong.

 "You must've impressed a lot of dates with this view. Is that your special move?"

"Not really... but does it work?"

 As you were up several floors, you were holding him securely in your arms like your instincts told you he might drop if you didn’t. Taeyong leaned so his forehead was against yours and nodded slightly before kissing your lips.

 "We could have breakfast here tomorrow morning… with bread and croissants, what do you think, mon coeur?"

"Sounds good."

 You gazed at your boyfriend fondly and let him kiss you again, much longer this time, your lips still against his as you went back inside and laid him on the couch with you above. You felt Taeyong hand passing on your shaven head, making you shiver and press your body a little harder against his in return. He moaned softly when you started leaving kisses from his jaw to his neck, aware that you wanted to take things further than a few kisses.

 “Y/N… the visit isn’t finished…”

 You lifted your head and stared at your boyfriend, thinking about all the rooms you already showed him. From the bedroom to the toilet, you couldn’t think of more and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, clueless.

 “My apartment isn’t that big. I don’t have anything else to show you.”

 Taeyong shook his head vigorously, his big brown eyes staring at you with so much expectation you felt a bit sorry.  

 “Come on! You didn’t even show me your special place !!”

 You oow-ed when you realized what he was talking about, a soft smile appearing on your face as you looked at him sheepishly.

 “I forgot about that.”

 He snorted at you then pushed you off his body. You watch Taeyong get up and stare down at you with a mocking smile.

 “You literally spend your life in your kitchen and you couldn’t even remember to show it first.”

“Like you’re one to talk… you can spend days playing video games.”

 He shrugged before taking your hands and helping you off the couch. You let Taeyong drag you through double windowed door, separating your kitchen from the living room with large glass panels instead of wall.

He looked in awe at how spacious it was in contrast with the other rooms, noting how well organised you kept it before sitting on the huge worktop.

 “I’ve seen you so many times here when we were on the phone… it feels so familiar and also weird to finally see it with my eyes… like a good kind of weird.”

 You chuckled but you knew exactly what he meant. You felt weird too. Having him by your side now was like a dream.

 “You have no idea how many times I wished you were there with me, Taeyong. I would be cooking and then I would look up… picture you geeking on the couch over there then at one point you’d smile up at me.”

 You cleared your throat, feeling embarrassed after this confession and avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze but Taeyong grabbed your hand in his, pulling you closer then kissing your palm to catch your attention.

 “We can realize your dream now if you want? Well, I mean after I’m done with showering… I feel kind of sticky.”

 You nodded at your boyfriend then sent him away with a kiss, to take his long-deserved shower.

Taeyong came back half an hour later and you couldn’t help checking him out as he crossed the living room and walked toward you in the kitchen. He had change into comfy sweatpants and a black sleeveless shirt that gave you a peak of his slender body from shoulders to the bottom of his ribs and was drying his hair energetically with a towel and looking slightly less tired.  

 "God... I really needed this shower!"

“It felt good ?”

“A bath would’ve been better but yes. Now all that's left is a little bit of sleep and I'll be ready to roam the streets of Paris with you tomorrow”

He came to stand next to you while you were busy preparing dinner, sleeves rolled back on your arms and an apron tied around your hips. You smiled at him then focus back on your task, not realizing that you weren’t paying attention to what he was saying afterwards.

Cooking was a serious business to you so much that once your hands were busy with a knife or a pan, you tended to zone out. More than once, when you were on a video call with Taeyong he had to shout your name to get your attention back so when you barely responded to him, he was well aware that you were already “gone” and probably for a long time.

You were done peeling your potatoes and were focused on mincing garlic when you suddenly felt two arms come around your torso as your boyfriend hugged you from behind, his head reaching no further than your shoulder blade. You turned your head briefly to see him grinning lazily at you and you could feel that he had something in the back of his mind.

 “You come with me."

“Where?”

“To take a nap with me.”

 Knife half in the air and hand steady on one mushroom you were about to chop, you jumped when he bit on your shoulder lightly.

 “Tae!”

“Come~”

“What about dinner?”

“Later…. maybe… let’s take a nap Y/N”

 Taeyong was tiptoeing as his mouth ran from your shoulder to you neck, leaving kisses on the way then going back to biting your skin and making you lose focus.

 "Alright…alright. You go first and… I'll join you once I put the meal in the oven"

"Can't we just order something when we wake up?"

 You scoffed and turned around just to give your boyfriend an indignant look that made him roll eyes at you. Yes, you could be pretty dramatic. However, you really looked forward to cook something for your boyfriend once he arrived, as a butcher working with the most renowned restaurants in Paris, you knew your way in the kitchen and it was a bit of a matter of pride.

 "You really think I'll allow that your first meal in France is a take out?"

"I'm sure we can find some really good restaurant that do delivery."

"What the point of having a boyfriend who can cook if I can't even prepare something delicious to welcome you"

 You really wanted to brag and see his delighted face when he'd dig into your homemade meal but when he buried his head in your back and whined a little bit, you knew you had lost the battle against him.

.

"Y/N~ Can't it wait tomorrow? I just want to stay in bed with you"

 You sighed in defeat and let him take you in the bedroom, untying your apron on the way and throwing it on the kitchen worktop. You let yourself fall down on the mattress and opened your arms for your boyfriend to join you which he did, almost leaping onto you then laying down with his head on your hard chest as he giggled.

 "Happy now?"

"Very much"

 Taeyong let out a long yawn then pecked you on your pectoral and scoot closer to your side. You could feel his tense body relax as you cuddled.

 "Y/N...?"

"Hm?"

"Being in your arms is better than food."

"I think your lack of sleep makes you delirious."

 You laugh at his nonsense and kissed his forehead, tightening your embrace and watching over him as he closed his eyes. Enjoying the moment, you waited for his breathing to even out and his head to feel heavier on your chest, both signs that he was well asleep to slip out of bed and back into the kitchen.

[the-fiction-witch]

Missed You

TV SHOW DOCTOR WHO

COUPLE TIMOTHY LATIMER AGE UP X READER

RATING SMUT

I stood cleaning glasses behind the counter listening to the people in town talk amongst themselves still a little on edge given everything going on I lanced up to the clock on the wall checking the time. I shift was over so I put my work down undoing my apron and heading towards the door with my handbag 

"Ahhh y/n, tell me my sweet are you working tonight?" Markus the butcher's son smiled to me as he sat by the door with his drink 

"We'll see, depends how busy I am" I winked heading out the door across the cobblestones of town army boys where everywhere all of them very interested in girls for the night I hurried along to my little house where I saw on my porch a familiar figure and almost jumped into his arms 

"Whoa… hello y/n" he laughs hugging me too 

"I missed you" I smile

"I missed you too" he smiled back so I unlocked my door and pulled him inside turning the lights on as I did seeing his rather clean face and clean uniform he must have cleaned himself up before he came to see me, he dumped his stuff on the table as he usually did fixing his messy blonde hair where it was beyond desperate for a trim even he was desperate for a shave

"Don't they have razors and such out there?' I asked 

"They do, but you ever tried to shave while guns are going off… it's rather distracting" he explained 

"Well your things are where you left them, because I'm not kissing you with that" I warn 

"Aww why not?" He asks wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me tight to him "you might like it? You don't know till you try" he suggested 

"I know Timothy, shave or go spend the night somewhere else" I told him pushing him away and starting to sort out 

"Fine" he sighed going and doing as I had asked "happy now?" He asks as he dried his face a little 

"Yes" I smiled fixing the bed a little where I left it a mess this morning 

"Uuummm you look so cute in your work uniform" he smiled cuddling me again 

"Aww and you look very cute in yours" I laughed giving his lips a little kiss 

"Don't I look strong? Heroic? Sexy?" He asked 

"Cute" I smiled 

"Okay...I look cute" he sighed 

"So? A quickie tonight? Or something else?" I asked cuddling into his chest 

"Uuuh, well maybe a quickie tonight and then something else in the morning" he smiled getting his money from his pocket handing it to me and kissing my hand "If that's okay?" He asks 

I counted up what he has given me and I smiled pushing him so he sat on my bed

"Of course Timothy" I smiled giving his head a kiss "You should have just said the usual" I winked going away from him a little and beginning to slowly and seductively remove my clothes I started with my shoes slowly kicking them across the room but still standing on my tiptoes, I undid my shirt pushing it off slowly revealing my black lacy underwear he was already biting hard on his bottom lip as he couldn't bare to take his eyes away from me as I threw the shirt to the floor and unzipped my skirt dropping it to the floor leaving me in my undergarments and stockings and he may have been drooling

"I've missed you so much" he groans 

"You where only gone three weeks Timothy" I laughed 

"That's a long time away from you" he groaned 

"Well you have that little picture I have you?" I smirked bending over to pick up my skirt 

"Oohhh God… I uhh I know I do it's just" he stuttered 

"Just what?" I asked putting my foot up on the table unclipping my suspenders and slowly peeling off my stocking 

"Just that picture doesn't do you justice my beautiful angel" he says "I spend all day looking at it, it's nothing compared to the real thing" 

"Isn't it? All day Humm what a dirty little boy you are" I smirked going over and putting my leg on the bed beside him he blushed a moment but I nodded and he instantly grabbed my leg caressing every inch of me with his hands kissing from my ankles to the clip of my suspenders 

"How can I not be when I have such a beautiful angel waiting for me?" He smirked between kisses he unclipped this one himself and slowly pulled my stocking off me slowly being careful not to ladder it as he did as soon as it was off me I smirked and sat on his lap with a giggle as I felt the cock hard erection under me 

"You really hate being away from me don't you?" I giggled

"I do," he muttered kissing my neck 

"What will you do when you have to go home?" I asked 

"What?" He asked stopping and pulling away 

"When all this is over? They'll send you home back to England, you won't ever see me again" i remind him 

"What are you talking about of course I will, I'll come see you. I mean if you wanted once it's all over… I'll take you with me"

"With you?" I asked in shock

"Ummm would you like that? I'll take you home with me? Back to England… we could get a little house, get married maybe start a little family" he suggested

"I don't know Timothy" I answered

"Or… I could stay here? With you"

"You'd stay here with me?" I asked 

"If you wanted me too, once this is all over" he smiled "so long as you're happy my angel then I'm happy" 

"Aww Timothy that's so sweet" I smiled hugging him "but we don't need to worry about that Not for a while longer" I said moving to lay on my bed and that was all the convincing he needed, as he instantly sat over me excitedly 

"Can I uhhh touch?" He asks and I nodded and his hands grabbed my breasts and groped them rather roughly but I know he wasn't trying to hurt me it's just that he's been off fighting for three weeks and he's clearly missed me very much "oohh god they feel so good angel" he groans his hands leaving my breasts to undo his belt quickly getting his pants off enough to get out his hard desperate cock, it was long and slender not to unlike Timothy himself, the vains down his shaft and the tenderness of his head showing just how much he's missed me as he clearly hasn't had any attention since he was here with me last his hand grabbed his base jerking as fast as he could "can I? Please?" He begs 

"Of course" I smiled pushing off my little panties and that was all he needed as he moved closer pushing apart my legs and within meer seconds he pushed inside me the whole length of him inside me as he dove hilt deep 

"Uuuugghh! God I've missed you angel!" He moaned loudly "umm so warm, so soft, uughhh I don't think I'm going to Last very long my sweet angel" 

"It's alright Timothy have your fun"

"You're sure?" He asks and I nodded so he grabbed my hips and began his thrusts they were quick but jagged where he couldn't get into a pase as he was already overwhelmed burying himself Inside me every other second biting hard on his mouth his eyes rolled back into his head lost in his own little world it felt amazing and of course I had Missed him too his hand moved up to grope my boob again and I could feel his thrusts slow and began to get sloppier bucking his hips in odd ways his moans louder and more throaty until I felt him shudder his hips moving irrarcily inside me as I felt him finish deep inside me "I'm so sorry… I'm sorry y/n" he groans as he collapsed laying his head on my chest while he caught his breath his hair sticking to his head with sweat 

"What are you sorry for?" I asked slowly petting his head as he calmed down 

"I didn't do anything for you… I'm sorry,"

"Tim, I'm a whore you don't have to make it good for me" I laughed

"But I still want to, I promise once I uhhh I get my strength back I'll… I'll do something for you" he says between breaths 

"I think you need a rest" I smiled moving so he pulled out and I let him lay in my bed and cozied up to him "get some sleep I'm right here, we'll talk more in the morning" I smiled giving him a kiss he kissed back and held me close within seconds he was fast asleep.

[alyssaiswriting]

Dead Man (2)

Warning: drugs, mention of rape, forcibly vomiting

Summary: you’re forced to do something that might cost you your life.

Word Count: 3502

Zabdiel pulls into the parking lot of a grocery store making you frown, turning to look at him, "what are we doing here?" You question

Zabdiel removes the keys from the ignition, "you need a fake ID so you can get back into the states from Mexico" he says.

"Zabdiel I just want to go home" you look over at him, Zabdiel looks away from your eyes "You know you can't" his face is emotionless as he looks out the window behind you.

"Zabdiel I can't do this, I-" Zabdiel cuts you off "you don't have a choice y/n" his words are sharp, his eyes finally meet yours and his face softens "you can't go to your family without them and us suffering the consequences" and then that he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car.

When Zabdiel gets to the front of the car and realizes you haven't even unbuckled your seatbelt, he gestures for you to hurry up. You hesitate for a few seconds before unbuckling yourself and climbing out of the car following Zabdiel around the building of the grocery store. Tears have formed in you're eyes but you're so tired of crying so roughly wipe them away.

Zabdiel knocks on the back door of the building and your heart races as you two wait silently before the door swings open to reveal a boy just a little younger then Zabdiel. He has dark skin with dark curly hair, he looks like he just rolled out of bed, still in his pajamas.

"It's 4 am" he glares at Zabdiel before turning away leaving Zabdiel and you to let yourselves in, "it's an emergency," Zabdiel says shutting the door behind you. "I know Julio threatened to kill my dog if I didn't get here" Julio sits at a computer.

Your eyebrows are furrowed as Zabdiel turns to look at you "he really loves his dog" Zabdiel thinks that's the part that's bothering you.

"You, sit there" The guy gestures for you to take a seat in front of a blue background. You walk slowly to the chair seating down nervously.

"Ok first what name am I putting" you keep your mouth quiet already knowing Zabdiel has it all figured out it. " Natalie Garcia" you scrunch your eyebrows at the name but the guy types away on the computer. "Date of birth?" Zabdiel then pulls out his phone "9/20/98"

"Address?" Zabdiel doesn't miss a beat "1307 east Jr Road"

The guy asks for my height and eye color before he stands from his seat walking over to the camera.

"Uh she might wanna wipe-" he gestures over his face looking at Zabdiel. Zabdiel nod looking around the area and finding a napkin. He rushes over to you and starts wiping under your eyes to try and rid your face of smeared mascara.

He steps back when he's done, nodding. "Ok Natalie look at the camera for me," the guys says before taking your picture the flash momentarily blinding you.

"Ok, this will take a while" the guy looks at Zabdiel who nods in acknowledgment. You stay seated as Zabdiel leans up against a wall. The room is quiet and you're forced to allow your thoughts to take over. The one that constantly keeps coming up is what is mom doing? She's probably worried sick and that thought alone causes your heart to sink yet again.

You don't want her to worry, no matter how much danger you're in, but the fact that she doesn't know anything is probably what's driving her crazy and that worries you.

"Zabdiel" you look to the man you use to call your best friend. He looks to you expectedly. You stand from your seat. "Can we talk outside please?" You're fiddling with your fingers, Zabdiel's eyes look to your fingers before nodding, leading the way outside.

"Look I know I can't go back home but please I just need to borrow your phone" Zabdiel squints at you "why?" He questions

"I need to call my mom" his face falls at your words "no" he shakes his head making you frown "please Zabdiel I just have to let her know I'm ok" you step closer to him "please she's probably worried sick"

"She can't know y/n" Zabdiel says sternly, "I won't tell her anything" you cry out "I just need her to know I'm alive" you're breathing has elevated as you stare at him with pleading eyes "you know how she gets Zabdiel she just needs to know I'm alive" you repeat, Zabdiel turns away from you making your heart drop but when he doesn't move towards the door a bit of hope comes back to you.

For what feels like minutes but isn't more than 15 seconds he turns back to you taking out his phone. "Don't tell her anything" he hands the phone to you. You quickly take the device from him and with shaky fingers dial your mom's number.

The phone rings a few times before it's answered with a simple and quick "hello" you release the breath you didn't know you were holding, happy to hear your mom's voice "mama" you say.

"Y/n" she nearly shouts relief evident "where are you?!"

You look up at Zabdiel "that's not important Ma, I'm just calling to let you know I'm fine, but I won't be going back home any time soon" you say as tears blur your vision, you look to the floor.

"What do you mean you're not coming home? Where are you? Are you ok?" She asks.

"I'll be fine, Mom, I love you" you too wipe away the tears that escaped your eyes still not looking up from the ground. "Y/N please come home" your mom begs on the other end of the line and it takes everything in you to not just fall to your knees and sob.

"I can't" you cry out. "Why not? Tell me why" she begs. You shake your head though she can't see you.

Even if you did tell your mom that you've been kidnapped by some drug gang there's nothing she would be able to do, not even the police have been able to take down the number of gangs around the city, all it would do is worry her more then she already is.

"I can't ama" you look up at Zabdiel who's already looking at you with a look that allows you to understand how bad he feels about you being in this mess.

You turn away from him biting your lip before you say "I have to go now"

"Y/n no"

"I love you"

You can hear her still protesting as you pull the phone away from your ear and hang up without thinking too much about it.

You turn to Zabdiel giving him his phone and walking back inside without another word.

———————-

You're looking down at your ID when you're back in the car. Zabdiel has yet to start the car instead you both sit in silence, that is until he breaks it "when we get to Mexico I'm going to ask you to do something and I need you to promise you're not gonna make a scene, these men don't mess around, they will kill you if you so much as look at them funny" you feel his eyes on you now and you look over at him.

"What am I gonna have to do" You question your heart accelerating once again.

"Just promise me y/n doing this is better then what Julio wanted you to do so please" his eyes are begging and you feel compelled to nod so you do.

—————-

You and Zabdiel made it safely across the border without any suspicion and though you were tempted to scream for help the smarter part of you remembers Yashua's words and you weren't about to risk the life of your family.

It's the early hours of the morning with the sun just peaking through the sky. You'd collected your tangled hair in a bun with a rubber band you'd found on the floor of the car. When Zabdiel stopped at a gas station he'd bought you some wipes so you could clean your face of greasy makeup and mascara streaks.

You and Zabdiel haven't spoken a word to each other since crossing the border, that is until Zabdiel informs you that you can't eat anything but he's planning to stop to get something. You're confused as too why you can't eat but you don't ask.

The restaurant is still pretty empty due to it not even being 7 yet. Zabdiel eats his food calmly and quietly and you try not to glare at him too much.

"How can you be eating?" You blurt out.

"Well I'm hungry and it's pretty easy you just put the food in your mouth and che-" you cut him off. "And you still got jokes" you scoff rolling your eyes looking away from him.

Zabdiel sighs putting down his fork. "Y/n I don't think you understand that this is my life now" you scrunch your eyebrows "I do this kind of stuff at least 3 times a month. If I didn't eat because I'm feeling guilty or scared then I would've starved to death in the beginning"

You don't reply instead settling for looking around the restaurant spotting different pictures along the walls before your eyes settle on the tv across the restaurant that is playing some novela.

————-

When Zabdiel parks in front of a meat market your stomach drops and you sneak a glance at him as he starts turning in his seat to face you. "Look at me y/n" you hesitate but do as you're told, turning slightly in your seat to look at him.

"You have to do this. You don't have a choice." He makes sure you're looking into his eyes "this is the only way that you stay away from being raped and from your family getting hurt. Do you understand" tears have formed in your eyes yet again but you nod nevertheless.

Zabdiel gives you a sympathetic look before getting out of the car. You wait for him as he goes to the trunk grabbing a black duffle bag. Then you follow his lead, walking behind him up to the entrance of the market. Zabdiel nods at a man inside through the glass window and the man walks over to the door unlocking it and letting you both in.

"Jose here?" Zabdiel asks the man nods and gestures to a door behind the register counter. Zabdiel nods and leads the way over to the door. walking in your met with the butchering area, there are different parts of animals waiting to be cut up and you have to look away from the sight of the bloody table and knives. Zabdiel leads you further in past the freezer and when he opens another door leading you down to a basement.

you can hear mutters of other males, "Jose" Zabdiel calls out when he reaches the last step to capture one of the men's attention. a man in his mid 30's turns around and a smile immediately forms on his face. "Zabdi," he says it in a teasing matter and judging on the way zabdiel's body tenses you know he isn't exactly fond of this man.

"on time like always" you don't like the smile he gives Zabdiel but Zabdiel only nods, before Jose turns his attention to you.

"and who's this?" he tries to sidestep Zabdiel to get to you but Zabdiel blocks you from his view "no one" his voice is stern and sounds nothing like the voice he used when talking you just 10 minutes ago.

you can't see the stare down going on between Zabdiel andJosee, but it is cut short when Jose lets out a laugh confusing you but Zabdiel remains unphased keeping that same glare he's had since he entered the building.

"alright" Jose backs down raising his hands in mock surrender. he leads you and Zabdiel over to a table him where another man is standing.

"this is Giovanni" Jose introduces you guys to the other man in the room. giovanni smiles, giving off a way better vibe then Jose did.

Zabdiel places the duffle bag on the table.

"all the pills are packaged and ready to go," Giovanni says handing a ziplock bag to Zabdiel, you catch a glimpse of the tinnier bags within it.

"you got it from here gio? I gotta go to sleep before I black out" Jose asks Giovanni who responds only with a nod. you watch as Jose walks up the stairs of the basement taking the last of his beer with him.

Zabdiel is busy checking out the little packets that are about the size of a quarter but thicker to acknowledge Jose leaving.

"ok has she done this before?" Giovanni asks Zabdiel making you frown. Your already pounding heart starting to accelerate.

" no, she's new" Zabdiel tells him "and you?"Giovanni questions.

"a few times" Zabdiel nods "and how many survived?" Gio raises an eyebrow, Zabdiel takes a little longer to respond this time "2" he says.

Giovanni then turns to you, "let's hope you're number 3" then he turns walking over to a fridge that's across the room.

"what is he talking about?" you walk closer to stand beside Zabdiel. "you have to swallow these" he turns to face you holding up the little packet.

"what?" your chest tightens. "they won't dissolve right away we just have to get them across," he tells you.

"all of them?" you look down at the many tiny packets, "yes," he says

"how many are there?" you cry out.

"21," he says making you nearly burst out in tears. "Z I cant" you look up at him with pleading eyes.

Zabdiel looks over to Giovanni who is now holding a beer taking a sip as he watches you two curiously. Zabdiel steps closer to you lowering his voice so Giovanni can't hear him.

"You have too, this is the only way that you and your family will be ok" he's still holding the little packet and your eyes shift between his eyes and back to the packet.

Hesitantly you grab the pack from him "you just have to swallow it" Giovanni walks over handing you a bottled water.

you look back at Zabdiel who nods at you encouragingly "you'll be fine" he reassures you, you swallow a lump in your throat "just try to open up your throat" he tells you.

you nod opening your mouth and placing the packet as far back as you can before taking a swing of water swallowing the first packet successfully. It was a little bit difficult due to the packet being bigger than anything you've ever swallowed.

"come, y/n you got this" Zabdiel hands you another packet and you repeat what you'd done before. the process continues up until you only have 3 more packets left.

tears fall from your eyes without your knowledge but no one points it out either. Giovanni walks over to the bag and starts taking money out of the bag Zabdiel brought.

"ok 2 more" you swallow grabbing another packet your throat is sore from swallow something so wide but you power through just wanting to get this over with.

you quickly swallow the last packet and Zabdiel nods at you.

"ok we have to go we have like 20 to 30 minutes till they dissolve," he tells you before looking to Giovanni.

"we good" Giovanni looks up from the bag.

"yeah man, i'd hurry if i was you" he gestures towards you, and with that Zabdiel is rushing you back up the stairs, out of the meat market and back to the car.

as soon as he shuts his door he starting the car and pulling out of the parking space, he starts speeding down the street making you turn to look at him. he's very focused on the road, his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed.

A couple of minutes later he pulls up into the line to cross back into Texas you take notice of the constant tapping of his hand on his thigh, this only intensifies your anxiety.

Zabdiel keeps checking the time, your palms are sweaty and no matter how many times you rub them against your jeans they remain wet. you're looking around at the other cars nervously and adjust your seatbelt for the hundredth time.

Zabdiel looks over at you reaching out he squeezes your shaking hand that is resting on your thigh, you look over at him and he's giving you a reassuring smile even though the sight of his smile does help to calm your nerves you know he's just as anxious as you so you pull your hand away and look away from him.

when you finally pull up to the checkpoint your eyes catch the sight of the sniffer dog walking from the car in front you to yours, "identification" the border patrol officer leans down to the window, your eyes drift away from the dog to the eyes of the officer.

As Zabdiel hands him both your ID's the officer's eyes meet yours "everything ok miss?" He asks you.

You hesitate for half a second before nodding. The officer still looks suspicious so Zabdiel says "her grandpa just died that's actually why were in Mexico" the officer looks to Zabdiel before looking back to you. He turns away into his booth to scan the IDs.

Your heart pounds in your chest and though a part of you wishes that something would go wrong with the ID and you'll finally have an out of this mess but a bigger part of you hope everything goes smoothly for the sake of your family.

The officer nods before walking back over to us he hands Zabdiel both ID before looking at you "sorry for you lose" and with that, he gives Zabdiel permission to go ahead.

Zabdiel is speeding down the road his eyes switching between the road and the clock.

"We're not gonna make it" you look over at him with widened eyes "what do you mean?!" You shout.

"The nearest gas station is 10 minutes away. You need to get those things out now" he shouts back at you.

"Pull over! So I can throw up" You tell him.

"Someone might see y/n"

"Then what do I do?!"

"Hold on," he tells you before stepping on the gas speeding faster then he was before.

You grip onto the door and the middle console of the car. Your breathing at an uneven pace as your heart nearly pounds out of your chest.

Around 6 minutes later you see the sign of a gas station come into view, Zabdiel does a sharp turn into the parking look making you nearly hit your head on the window.

You both jump out of the car as soon as it's put in park. With Zabdiel hot on your trail, you run into the gas station only pausing at the entrance to look for the bathroom sign before you both run into the bathroom locking the door.

"Throw up in the sink," he tells you.

Leaning over the white sink you force two fingers down your throat, you feel your stomach contort before you feel the bile starting to rise up in your throat and before you know it out of your mouth.

You spy the little packets along the sink. "That's 5," Zabdiel says.

And you repeat the action throwing up 3 more, you continue doing this as Zabdiel starts rinsing the packets and reminding you of how many you've thrown up.

"We need 7 more" You wince as you force the fingers down your throat once again but can't seem to throw anything else up.

"Y/n come on" Zabdiel yells.

You throw up about 3 more before you're dry heaving. "Come 4 more!"

"I can't" You cry.

"You need to, they're starting to dissolve y/n throw them up!" He shouts.

You lean against the sink taking deep breaths before trying once again to force yourself to throw up but nothing comes out.

"Open your mouth" you look up to see Zabdiel taking the soap bottle out of the soap dispenser.

Hesitantly you open your mouth and Zabdiel pumps soap into your mouth before lifting your chin to close your mouth.

"Swallow" he demands and as soon as you do the bile is rising up once again.

Zabdiel goes back to rinsing "1 more" when you finally get out the last of the drugs you walk away from the sink leaning against the wall as you try to regulate your breathing.

Zabdiel rinses off the last one before collecting them in a paper bag he brought in his pocket.

When he counts them he turns to you nodding.

"You did good," he tells you

with a scoff, you walk out of the bathroom leaving Zabdiel behind.

[sleepingwithinkink2-0]

"Heavy Pebble"

I've been sitting here,

For little over an hour,

Just staring at my phone,

Trying to find the words,

To express what's eating me apart,

From the inside,

Caught in my throat,

Like hooks,

The fishing line,

Tearing the corners of my lips,

As I keep pulling

Tugging for something,

Anything..

So let me butcher this,

Like I always do when it matters.

I use to get excited,

When I got a message from you,

Your picture appearing on the top of my screen..

Grinning like a five year old,

Holding a secret .

Texting you back as soon as possible,

Despite being at work,

Or

in the middle of a game.

Even if I was winning

I would stop what I was doing

Pulling over on the side of the road ,

Or

Putting my book aside

Just to text you back.

You always had first priority

Always...

That was my decision alone to make,

Now,

I toss my phone lazily to the side..

I ll reply after work,

I'll reply

After this chapter .

I ll reply ,

when I get to my destination..

It's not that I don't care,

I think I always will ,

Because you will always be that

one dumb exception

That contradicts,

Everything .

I fucked up

Like I always do

Allowing your roots to entangle ,

with my nerves

I should have been more careful,

With my heart,

Knowing how fragile it was.

I was reckless

I ll admit

I should have known

Better

I m not one to miscalculate

Always one thought a head,

But

Every time I've learnt something new about you,

I wanted to know more,

To tear you apart..

I shouldn't have let you share ,

Your blanket with me.

I should have went to bed

Instead of meeting you at your our spot,

Your hair against my arm

As you fall asleep..

I should have been a little more careful,

With alot of things..

But

would I be who I m now

If I didn't slip off the roof

And

Shatter my body..

There's so many things left unsaid

Darling,

Perhaps it's better that way..

My draft box,

has over 900 unfinished poems,

Half conversations,

One liners

There's so many things left unsaid,

Ideas

Decaying in digital waste

Crawling under my skin every time ,

I make an appearance,

On here .

They don't matter,

And

They never did

I've been holding,

this match stick in my hand

For so long,

To be completely honest almost five years..

The flame,

Slowly growing Unstable..

Licking all my skin off,

To my shoulders,

Dripping off bleach pale bones

like wet wall paper..

I told,

you I would always be honest with you,

But I don't have the heart any more,

To express,

To bring them back from the dead .

I realize every careless act we committed together

Was

To feel something

Other than

What awaited you in that house,

When you got back home

And

I don't hate you for that,

You once told me you felt free with me,

But I know that was your heart,

Speaking out of line

But God I wish we tried

I wonder what grand adventures

And

Wonderful people we would have met

The sunsets we would have seen..

-Danny Sheehan

07.16.21

[talesfromagemini]

SCORNED: THE LAST VISIT (SHORT STORY)

Written By: Harley Winston (TalesFromAGemini)

Janiah sits on her Queen-sized bed with tears in her eyes. The young woman heart is shattered...again. The so- called man she fell in love with has left her for another woman. One in a million things are going through her mind. She doesn't know who to turn to. Not to mention she's thinking the unthinkable.

"Since 2012," she says to herself quietly. "Since July of 2012, I've been nothing but loyal and faithful to this man and this is the thanks that I get." She damn near laughed. Anger was building in her core and her mind was clouded she couldn't think straight. Janiah rose up off her bed and slowly walked up to her mirror, Janiah couldn't look at herself she felt ashamed, she felt ugly. What was once a semi-happy young woman; was now a young woman ready to self-destruct in any minute. She gently brushed her dark-brown shoulder-length hair into a neat ponytail. The dried tears were cleansed away from her face. "Today Janiah is the day of your rebirth," She spoke with confidence to herself. "You will finally be free from your pain." She chuckled say, holding back tears that were trying to form in her eyes again.

She threw on a black tank top and a pair of black sweat pants, she dialed the newly unsaved number in her phone. The call went straight to voicemail, Janiah's blood began to boil ten times hotter.

Downstairs, her mother was preparing dinner for the family. Her younger sister was in the home office talking on her cellphone and watching television. Both unaware of the pain Janiah was going through.

Dressed and car keys in hand, Janiah walked up to her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek which was rare and went and hugged her little sister tightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Her mother asked, confused. "You've been in your room mostly all day."

Janiah faked a smile, "Just being in my thoughts."

"Where are you going?" Her mother noticing the duffle bag.

"To drop off something to Marcus, "She lied.

"Be home on time, Janiah."

"I will," Janiah assured before walking out the door.

It didn't take long before Janiah was on the East-side, coming off her exit, her adrenaline began to rush. She wasn't sure if she was excited or scared. Pushed to her limit of no return Janiah was ready for whatever went down but she wasn't going down without a fight. Parked and posted around the corner from her ex- boyfriend Marcus's house, Janiah faced a blunt and took a few shots of Hennessy, she checked her social media and her heart sunk more. Marcus posted a picture of an ultrasound.

"She's pregnant?"

Janiah took another sip and got herself together. One last look in the rear-view mirror, Janiah smiled at her beautiful reflection. "You are beautiful and today is your rebirth. Happy Birthday, love."

She responded to herself, "Thank you." She exited out of her car, she walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk retrieving a medium size black duffel bag.

Janiah approached Marcus's house and knocked on the side door, she saw his truck in the driveway so she knew he was home. No response. She knocked on the door a little harder. A few moments later she was hearing foots steps coming, her heart started racing she hasn't seen Marcus since they broke up a few weeks back. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this.

Moments later, she laid her eyes on the man who once made her heart skip a beat. Marcus Raymond opened the door surprised and a little pissed to see his ex-girlfriend at his door step.

He sighed of irritation, "What are you doing here, Janiah?

She smiled ignoring the fact she's not wanted right now, "I just came to talk and have one last drink and blunt with you. Then I'll be on my way. I came peaceful with no drama."

Marcus thought about it and decided to let Janiah in. Not realizing he just put himself in danger. Janiah sat her duffel bag on the chair in the living room.

"What's in the bag?" he asked.

"Just some of your old stuff I'll put it in the attic before I leave. Let's have some drinks," she slurred a little bit.

"It sound like you already had some." He chuckled.

"Just a few shots before I got out the car."

"I guess. Well I'm in the room," he walked to the back of the house.

Making sure Marcus was in the bedroom; she pulled out a bottle of chloroform and poured it on a black cloth. Drinks poured and ready, Janiah was ready for a night of fun. When she walked in the bedroom, Marcus was on his Sony PlayStation 3 playing the latest game NBA 2K13. She placed his drink by him and sat in her spot behind him.

"So what do you want to talk about?" he asked never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Becoming friends after this if that's possible." Janiah pulled out an already rolled blunt out of her purse.

Marcus grabbed his cup and took a sip, "Friends?"

Janiah nodded.

"What's this? Henny?" He asked after taking a sip.

"Your favorite," She smiled. "I want us to be great friends. I still love you and I know you in a relationship and all but that doesn't mean we still can't be close." She sparked the blunt and took a hit. Inhaling the good shit and then exhaling the bullshit. Three more hits and she then passed it to Marcus.

She took another sip of her drink and sat it on the nightstand, "And I also want to thank you for everything that you taught me and forgive you for everything that you done wrong to me."

He paused the game and faced Janiah confused.

"I realize that what we had wasn't strong enough to be a true relationship I was hoping being friends will bring it to that some day."

Marcus took a huge sip of his drink, "You right...You live and you learn." Then turned his attention back on the game.

"I will always love you, Marcus," Janiah sat up. "But just so you know...... I will never forget." Janiah pulled the black cloth out and covered Marcus's mouth and nose with it. "It's time to have some fun, baby."

Once Marcus was knocked out she took a few more hits of the blunt and finished her drink in one gulp. Retrieving the duffel bag from the living room, she pulled out hand cuffs and duct tape and began handcuffing Marcus's hands and feet to his bed rail. She covered his mouth with duct tape.

"Time to get to work." She cracked her knuckles.

Marcus lying unconscious, she slowly caressed her fingers on his smooth, light-skinned faced, "To bad our children would have looked beautiful."

She drew her fist back, "It's time to wake up!" and punched the shit out of Marcus waking him in a panic. Realizing he was tied up, he searched around for answers mumbling under the duct tape. He saw Janiah standing over him with a smile on her face. She snatched the tape off his mouth, "And you were saying?" with a raised eyebrow.

"You crazy bitch! Get these cuffs off me now!" he yelled in pain from the tape snatching damn near his mustache.

She calmly spoke, "That's no way to speak to a lady, Marcus." She open-hand slapped him. A faint-red hand print was left on the side of his face.

"Fuck you!" he spat. "Get these cuffs off me!" Ordering her like he was in control of the situation.

"Now why would I do that?" Janiah pondered, tapping her chin. "Marcus for the last two going on three years I have dealt with your bullshit. The countless lies and cheating and I am tired of it. You left me for another woman not to mention you got the bitch pregnant. So today Marcus we are going to see how much pain you can take. Janiah felt powerful. She was finally in control. "There is nobody on this earth Marcus who is going to stop me from inflicting the pain that's coming to you." She laughed evilly. "Now I need you to shut the fuck up." Placing a new piece of duct tape on his mouth.

Marcus struggled to get the cuffs off but he couldn't. Never once in a million years did he think Janiah would do this to him. He never thought she had the guts to even come at him like this.

"I wouldn't fight if I was you it only fuels my rage." She warned him.

Rummaging through her duffel bag, Janiah pulled out a surgical blades, surgical retractor , rib shears and a small bush cutters. Marcus's eyes grew big, he didn't know what Janiah had in store for him but it wasn't pretty. An evil grin crept up on her face. He was no longer staring into the eyes of the sweet innocent woman he met almost two years ago, but the eyes of a menace. Janiah pulled a butcher knife out the bag and Marcus began to panic, she placed her finger across his covered lips, "Shhh! Baby. For walking all over me. You don't need your legs anymore." She began to stab Marcus repeatedly in both of his legs. He screamed and kicked, but she continued to jab away, blood was splattering all over them.

"You in pain yet!" She screamed. She wanted him to feel it, but it wasn't enough for her. She pulled down his basketball shorts, exposing his man-hood that she loved and made her feel good the times they was together. "See this guy,Marcus." She gripped his manhood tightly in her hand. "This the little fucker that got you tripping on me! That got you running the streets being a fucking a hoe!" Tears and evil filled her eyes. Brand new bush clippers were sitting in the corner of the bedroom and she instantly got an idea. She placed his man piece in the middle of the clippers. Janiah stared Marcus deep in his pleading eyes and whispered, "Snip...Snip Pretty Boy." With that Marcus penis flew across the bed. His horrific screams were muffled by the duct tape. The piece that made him feel like a man was now lying next to him limp and bloody. Deep inside he knew he wasn't going to make it out alive. Janiah was just getting started.

"Don't pass out yet," Janiah whispered in his ears. "I don't think you felt enough." Marcus eyes were rolling in the back of his head. His body was uncontrollably shaking.

Marcus was scared for his life. He turned Janiah into a monster before him. "Let's get rid of this shirt." She cut his white T-shirt from the middle exposing his tatted chest. "I loved your tattoos, Marcus. Especially when you was fucking me right. Just watching the sweat drip from your body made me cream." Janiah started from his belly button and licked him all the up to his neck. "Mmmmmm." She moaned, savoring his flavor. "You still taste good." It was time for the real fun, she sat aside her scalpel and rib shears. "I'm going to take something from you, Marcus."

Just like at work watching the surgeon on YouTube, Janiah made an incision straight down the middle of his chest. Marcus could no longer cry and scream he was too exhausted. Blood was gushing and squirting everywhere, but Janiah didn't care; she was digging for gold and she wasn't going to stop until she had his heart in her hand. She quickly grabbed the rib shears and began cutting away at the rib cage, she could see his heart barely holding on to a beat in his chest, "It's almost mines." She squeals.

She placed the retractor in his chest exposing his slowly beating heart, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"You are so strong baby. What are you holding to? Life? Oh! my dear that's already gone." Picking up the surgical scissors, "I loved you with all my heart Marcus," She placed a kiss on his forehead. "I will see you in hell." She began cutting his heart out. Marcus began shaking suddenly his body went still. Finally! In her hand, she held the heart of her lover. It's so pretty. She thought. She couldn't believe she actually cut out his heart. She stared at Marcus's lifeless body and squeezed his heart until it burst in her hand.

She was finally free.

Janiah calmly grabbed her cellphone and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The operator answered.

She spoke into the receiver, "I've just cut out my lover's heart." Then hung up the phone. She took one last glance at Marcus. A tear rolled down her face. It was a tear of happiness.

She walked outside into the backyard and looked up into the night sky, "God forgive me for I have sinned," She prayed before pulling out a 9MM pistol and pointing it to her temple. Janiah closed her eyes and dropped to her knees before releasing the trigger.

POW!