#imagine being told yeah go tell the boss to sit properly he’s leaning too forwards in his massive chair xD I’d be like 💀

[onlyzhuyilong]

Throwback to when Xiao Zhu was told to sit up straight by his team at a University fan meeting/screening for Only The River Flows last year.

[sunjaesol]

serendipitous encounters

juke | human au | fluff

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"I think I met my soulmate!" Luke shouted as he barrelled through the front door, announcing his presence.

Alex, cuddled up with Willie, groaned from his place on the couch. "Not this again. Luke, soulmates do not exist!"

"Well, I'm curious," Willie joked. "What happened?"

Bouncing through the small living space, he propped himself on the coffee table. His eager lips spouted everything he knew so far. "Her name's Julie and she's beautiful and she drinks lattes with caramel syrup."

The two boys blinked at each other, an amused smile growing on Willie as the scowl deepened for Alex. Yeesh. How did these two work?

The blonde tried keeping composure. "You think... you met... the person you want to spend the rest of your life with... in a coffee shop?"

Luke nodded. What was his point?

Luckily, Willie was on his side. "Did you talk to her?"

Sighing, he slumped to the floor. "No. But I'm telling you, it's her."

"This oddly feels like that Zooey Deschanel movie," Alex mused.

"No! She's not some fantasy! She-I can't explain it." Dreamily looking up at the ceiling, he added. "She's it. I'm calling it."

"I think you're horny," Alex deadpanned. Willie snickered.

He rolled his eyes and swatted their legs. "Very cool, you guys.”

The doorbell rang. Jumping up and saving himself from further embarrassment, Luke went to open it.

And it was her. Holy shit.

She smiled up at him, holding up his trusty songbook.

"Hello. You left this journal on your table at Starbucks? It has your address inside."

Gobsmacked, Luke stared at her. Holy fucking shit. Because of his whole daydream about her in Starbucks, he forgot his book and then she took it upon herself to find the rightful owner. That was fate, right? Take that, Alex!

Stammering vowels, he plucked it from her grasp and let out a breathy laugh.

"Y-Yeah, thanks, that's- yup."

An amused smile pulled on her lips, nodding. "No problem. Have a nice day!"

Her goodbye snapped him out of his stupor, calling out for her with a raised hand.

"Wait! I didn't catch your name!"

She turned around, the girl looking so foreign in the grimy hallway of the apartment complex.

"Why do you need my name?"

Cause he knew it already and didn't want to seem like a creep.

He shrugged. "I want to thank you."

"It's Julie," she said after a beat.

"Thank you, Julie." His grin must've been comically wide, heart beating a mile a minute as he was still convinced she was his freaking soulmate.

And then she left. He was certain he'd see her again. In a non creepy way, that was.

— — — — — —

It was wholly coincidental once more. 

It was an early Sunday morning, Luke donned in sweatpants and a ratty cut-off and bedhead, as he meandered in the the shop of a tailor. Reggie owed him for this. 

The bassist loved buying vintage clothing, but never stuff that quite fit him. Hence, a tailor. His name was Peter and basically Reg’s best friend at this point, based on the disappointed look the man gave Luke as he handed him the the slip. He could hear the question on his tongue - “Where’s Reggie?” - and was happy when he didn’t ask. 

One, cause that was fucking rude. 

Two, cause Reg was currently fighting for an exclusive comic book on the other side of Los Angeles with a hurdle of other nerds. 

As Peter was sifting through the clothing racks, searching the order, the bell jingled behind him. 

“Oh, Journal Boy?”

He stilled. Holy shit. 

Whirling around, he came face to face with Julie. Just as beautiful as a week ago; maybe even more disarming in sandals and her curly hair up in a messy bun.

“Hi,” he breathed, unsure if he wasn’t just imagining her. It was a pretty hot day. It could easily be a sun stroke. 

Her smile widened. She was probably amused by his goofy behaviour, but he couldn’t help it. What were the odds he’d see her again, in a different location, this early after the first encounter? What was the statistical probability of meeting his soulmate twice? 

Before he could say anything else, Peter appeared from his rack and placed a leather jacket on the counter. Their attention diverted, Luke couldn’t help but feel heat travel up his back from having her so near. 

— — — — — —

No, he didn't want to go to silent disco.

Alas, Willie and Alex were that quirky type of couple that always liked to do the weirdest shit, including the most impersonal activity ever: a silent fucking disco.

They told him to bring a date, as Reggie was bringing his Tinder match Kayla, but he wasn't feeling it. One, because he still couldn't believe he saw Julie again at the tailor-

("It's Luke, by the way," he added.

She smiled and tasted the name. "Luke. Haven't lost your journal again?"

His name sounded heavenly on her tongue. Keeping the blush at bay, he nodded with a grin. "Yup. Uh-"

And then the man came back with her stuff, and that was that.)

-two, cause he wanted to win from Alex. Soulmates did exist and he hadn't lost hope it was her.

So there he was, in some old factory turned disco, with hundreds of idiots wearing headphones as they danced in a frenzy to whatever song was playing. The whole point of art - connection - was lost. Luke wanted to die.

Until he saw Julie from across the space. Again. And she saw him.

They smiled and waved and suddenly, this whole thing wasn't so bad anymore.

— — — — — —

There were about a 130,000 people living in East LA. It had sprawling neighbourhoods and hundreds of communities and subways that connected it to the other parts of LA. She could’ve been anywhere. 

And yet, he found her again. 

Even though he was still sticking to his guns that Julie was someone special, he also had his own needs. Which was how he found himself slipping out of a redhead’s bed at seven in the morning, dazed from being in an unknown place, and pulling his clothes back on. He was pretty sure her name was Meredith, though that could also just be entirely false. It was a weird, albeit good night. 

She mumbled in her pillow he could let himself out, waving half-heartedly and rolling on her side. 

Softly closing the door behind him and cracking the knots in his neck, he didn’t notice how he bumped into a person. 

Into Julie. 

His eyes widened in shock, the two letting out a surprised yelp. Her hand clutched her chest and took a step back. 

“Whoa!” he exclaimed. “Sorry!”

Her mouth opened and closed in confusion, about to say something, when her gaze trailed past him to the apartment he just left. She cleared up. 

“Meredith? Good choice, she’s nice.”

Luke flushed red. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? 

Awkwardly scratching the back of his head, he drawled, “Uh, yeah... what’re you doing here?”

It was then that he noticed she had athletic wear on, duffle bag around her shoulder and keys dangling between her fingers. She confirmed his suspicions when she replied. 

“I, uh, live here.” She laughed. “So... have a nice rest of the day?”  

He wanted to say a lot. He wanted to ask if she wanted to grab breakfast, that Meredith wasn’t his girlfriend, that he had this crazy feeling they were always meant to meet - again and again and again ‘til they got it right. 

But he couldn’t. He’d sound insane. Hell, it was insane. Instead, he wished her a nice day as well and scurried out the hallway. He didn’t look back, but he did wonder if he was imagining he felt her eyes on his back. 

— — — — — —

Luke was typing on his laptop, the hustle and bustle of Starbucks at three in the afternoon and the methodical tap tap tap of the keys lulling him into a fast-paced trance. As always, he procrastinated some work for Pitchfork and had to get it done in two hours or else his boss would be yelling in his emails.

The bell jingled, Luke looking up automatically and almost rolling his eyes at the sight of her. This was getting insane.

Julie saw him too, changing her course from the register to his round table with a confused grimace twisting her features. As always, she looked pretty; the girl never looked bad and it was kind of messing with his head.

"Alright, fess up," she exclaimed, slipping into the seat opposite of him. "Are you stalking me?"

He snorted and leaned forward with a wry grin. "I can ask the same about you."

Her lips pursed, assessing him for a beat. With a sigh, she mellowed down. "I guess... we live in the same neighbourhood..."

"Still kinda crazy though," he mused. "East L.A. is big."

She nodded, pensive, and then looked over her shoulder to the menu board. "Is it okay if... I sit with you? I was going to grab a latte to go, but since you're here..."

But since you're here - rang in his ears, a careful smile blooming on his lips. Fuck, he really needed to work, but Julie wanted to sit with him, hang with him, be friends with him, outside of all the coincidental meetings they've had.

He wouldn't call it a date yet. He wanted to properly ask her when that day came.

"Sure," he mumbled, biting down the smile from becoming bigger.

His reply satisfied her, the tendrils dancing around her bright eyes as she matched his smile and stood up to make an order.

— — — — — —

Weeks passed with quick meetings here and there, Julie slowly bleeding into his life with laughs and smiles and whirlwind stories about her life. She was always on the go, always bright-eyed and easily matching his energy. He knew his enthusiasm could put people off, but she was never taken aback.

Wit against wit. Snark against snark. A dumb joke met with an amused roll of the eye. It worked. For a while, he even settled on the fact that hey, they might be platonic soulmates. Julie was a great friends and sometimes he felt his emotions fleeting. If they remained friends, he'd be perfectly content.

But then she closed gaps and barriers that had pointedly been kept before. After they got boba, her hand wrapped around his bicep, stretched on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. Before he could register it, she was back on her feet waving him goodbye. Luke had a dopey look on his face for the rest of the day.

She kept up cheek kisses, he let his warm embraces linger, their short hangouts turned into hours.

Then one night, she kissed his cheek after they got ramen and he shifted his face 'til their noses brushed. Julie held her breath. Tentatively, their fingers curled together - the simple touch sparking lightning up his arm.

"Is it weird that I've dreamed about you?" he asked, cautious, looking at their joined hands.

Luke wanted to tell her about his initial gut feeling; that he saw her and he knew. But it was too insane and he didn't want to scare her off. But he knew. He's always known.

"No..." Her mouth ghosted his. "I've dreamed about you too."

Luke closed the little space between them, lips slanting together and instantly deepening as one hand came up to cradle her cheek. His heart was bursting with euphoria. It felt as if his body sighed in relief, like it had finally come home. And then he did: he sighed and grinned and giggled when her arms wrapped around his neck.

Oh, man... he might already love her.

— — — — — —

Nothing definite happened afterwards. Though this is what he wanted, he felt weird confirming their relationship when he had always somehow ‘known.’ It had to come from her side, the more level-headed person in this situation. 

So, it was casual, even though he was anything but casual. 

It was pretty great though, walking past Meredith’s door towards Julie’s, having her yank him inside and kiss him like she’d been waiting for years. Kissing Julie was fucking heaven. 

Besides that, they were the same Luke and Julie as before. They got boba or ramen or any new spot that opened up like weeds. She listened to new music with him, sharing earbuds, for his Pitchfork articles. He watched her sing and play the piano at music clubs, becoming more and more enamoured each time simply by the sound of her angelic voice. He built a shelf for her. She taught him how to make friendship bracelets. He met her best friend Flynn. She stayed over for dinner with the guys and got drunk on white wine, giggling along to the jokes.

They fit. But they weren’t exclusive. He had no clue if she was also seeing someone else. He presumed she didn’t, the two constantly revolving around each other, but he couldn’t be certain.

Alex was gobsmacked the first time he properly met her. Stunned that Luke had been right, that it worked out, that East Los Angeles was apparently nothing more than a small town. Luke reckoned he was just jealous he didn’t have to meet his person by getting maimed on the street - ha! 

His finger trailed along her sleeping silhouette, gently and drowsy, observing in awe how a smile subconsciously quirked on her lips and shifted closer to his touch. He closed his eyes and pressed his nose in the back of her neck. There were worse ways to wake up. 

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Eventually, Julie simply decided for him.

She was moving apartments and he was helping her pack, move furniture, throw shit out, the whole nine yards. For one person, she had a lot of stuff, her cabinets an endless supply of decor, souvenirs and memories.

They were whirling around each other like clock-work, never bumping and smoothly handing things over. Rap music was playing from the stereo, its sound drifting from her opened front door into the hallway.

One of her neighbours popped their head in.

"Oh!" The old man perked up, surprised. "You're moving, Julie?"

She looked up from rummaging through her CD collection to shoot him a tired smile. "Yeah," she puffed, "my lease is up, so..."

"Change of pace, I get it. That's wonderful," he nodded, gaze shifting to Luke walking out of the bathroom. "Hello!"

Luke smiled at him, waving with the box of oddly shaped soaps Julie had for some reason. "Hi."

"This is Luke, my boyfriend," Julie introduced, Luke freezing in his tracks all at once as the words utter from her lips. Boyfriend. Holy shit. It didn't faze her, smoothly babbling more than he wasn't processing.

Boyfriend. Which meant that she was his girlfriend. Which meant that now, he had to threaten the guys to not say a fucking word about how mentally deranged he was the first week after meeting her. This wasn’t planned. This was fully her. This was past fate and serendipity - this was by choice. It felt better than he thought. 

The man bid goodbye and left. Luke dropped the box on the coffee table, sliding towards her with a shit-eating grin.

"Boyfriend," he drawled exaggeratedly.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. ‘Cause you are. I know you well enough to know you can only do exclusive."

"Can you?"

"I said you were my boyfriend, didn't I?"

His smile widened, leaning in to kiss her. She met him halfway, loose curls tucked behind ears before her arms were slung around his waist. I love, I love you, I've loved you forever.

And then the truth tumbled out. Part of it, at least.

"I, uh," he gulped, looking at her through his lashes. "I saw you, that first day, and I thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Her face turned tender, a pout jutting from her lip as she gauged his reaction, like she was waiting for him to make a joke. He wasn't.

"Really?" she whispered, voice so small it took him aback for a beat.

His thumbs gently caressed her cheeks, withholding himself from saying anything more. This was enough. It was the truth without the crazy - being with her was crazy enough. Luke settled on a simple nod.

Her head tilted, shy amusement lilting her tone. "Good thing I'm moving closer to your neighbourhood then."

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[sylvie-writes]

Bad (4): Moral of the Story

First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

Summary: Your divorce with Ransom is finalized and some changes, good and bad, occur for the both of you.

A/n: Sorry loves that I’m slow with getting out chapters! There’s just a lot going on lately, so I apologize that this one is kinda short. Next chapter will be better!

Also, many thanks to those of you who voted! hehe I might have been a little biased and wanted Andy in the story too...

Warnings: mild profanity. more angst.

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Series Masterlist

On November 12th, a life you once knew was officially left behind.

That was the day a judge signed off his judgement and you and Ransom were officially divorced.

After all the hell he put you through, one would think you’d be happy. But honestly? You were still unhappy. Of course you’d never left him back in your life, yet your heart was still broken. 

It wasn’t supposed the end this way.

You weren’t ever supposed to be sitting in your car, alone, letting your confident facade fall, as your shoulders racked with heavy sobs.  

Unfortunately, life is just always full of surprises. Good and bad ones.

Today seemed as if it were just the perfect day for a divorce, if there was ever such a thing.

Rain heavily fell from the ominous-looking clouds, such as your tears uncontrollably streamed from your eyes. You were thankful for the dark lighting, making it impossible for the others parked in the dimly-lit parking garage to see your distressed state. 

Behind your tears, the radio quietly played, and you took a second to listen to the song, reaching forward to turn to volume up, just the slightest. Its lyrics spoke to you, and somehow you knew things were gonna be okay. 

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end it's better for me

That's the moral of the story 

Once your emotions made their much needed escape, you took a deep breath, as if you were starting afresh. This was your life now, and from here on out, you’d make the calls. Ransom was no longer looming around the back of your conscience and it was nice. He was of the past, and currently you were preparing for the future. Even your little one knew it, as they lightly kicked you, almost as if they were saying, ‘it’s gonna be okay.”

And you knew that was true. You had a baby on the way, and that was more than enough. A precious gift from the heavens, who would be making their appearance in a little over a month. Just the mere thought brought a smile to your face, one you caught in the rearview mirror. Analyzing the smile, you realized that it wasn’t forced and that you were finally, truly, happy. 

A few weeks had passed since the divorce, and you were functioning just fine, some would even say incredibly. For you, the dark clouds of your divorce and past love life had moved on, but for Ransom, it was quite the opposite…  

Ransom was miserably laying on his couch, legs propped over the armrest, head lazily laid on a throw pillow, half of his mind focusing on the tv, while the other half, imagined a time when you were there with him.

“Ransom, have I ever told you how much I loved you?” 

You hand rested on his soft and clean-shaven face, gazing happily into his never ending blue eyes. The man pretended to think, shaking his head then leaning forward to capture you lips in a kiss. Ransom pushed your back against the couch, as the two of you laughed, although still lipped locked. 

“Ransom…”

The man’s eyes may have been glued to the tv screen, but instead his mind was replaying the memory of you. He could even hear your voice, as if the daydream was nothing more than reality, until another voice cut into his mind. A higher pitched one, if you will.

“Ransom!”

He didn’t respond to the girl, the call of his name being mixed with two voices. Blair’s and yours. It took everything to hold onto to your voice and ignore the other. 

“Ransom.”

Finally, the woman’s voice, who was actually standing in front of him, broke through, shattering his memories and pushing him into reality.

Ransom quickly sat upright, to act as if nothing happened, allowing the smiling woman to sit in his lap, while peppering kisses over his jawline. Her kisses were nothing like yours. You kisses were filled will love and not lust.

“Oh Ranny. How did I get so lucky?”

He plastered a fake smile on his face, leaning into to kiss her nose, instantly repulsed by his own actions. 

“You know, I already did some wedding planning today.”

The words that left the woman’s mouth made Ransom’s constant thinking freeze. He had been so eager to getting over you that he blindly proposed to this woman, who was obviously no better than himself. She was going to put up with his shit, unlike you. That was definitely something he didn’t need in this new marriage. Actually he didn’t even need a marriage. 

“Blair, I’m sorry I just can’t.”

Her eyes grew like the size of saucers, as she hopped off of Ransom’s lap, standing tall and towering over the sitting man, clearly ready for a fight.

“Can’t what, Hugh?”

“Get married.”

The scoff she let out was loud enough to be heard in China, before her pitchy voice started yelling at Mr. Heartbreaker. She really was overreacting, this was Ransom Drysdale after all.

“You asshole! Is it because I’m not (y/n), huh is that it? Newsflash! She won’t take you back. You’ve fucked up Ransom and now you are losing me too!” 

At the mention of your name, a fire ignited inside Ransom. Yes, he screwed up, but he didn’t need anyone, especially Blair, to tell him that.

“Yeah, I screwed up, but you know what? We are both fuckers who ruin the lives of the ones we love. You knew damn well I was married, and seeing what I did to her, you knew what you were getting yourself into! I’m not blaming you, cause it takes two to tango, sweetheart!” 

Blair stared daggers into Ransom’s eyes, him doing the same, as both of their chests were heaving from their screaming match. The man had made a great point, although self-deprecating yet true. When he was married, he was so willingly ready to cheat, it was a sign that Ransom would never be ready to commit to anyone, even when he thought he was in love. 

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be arguing and drunk, though, while even sober, Ransom’s mind never functioned properly. Not after you left anyway. 

Their argument continued into the night, with Blair leaving behind her rock of a ring in the palm of Ransom’s hand. And truth be told, that when woman angrily strutted out the door, Ransom felt at ease for once. He had finally put a patch on his sinking boat that rocked in the large ocean of his fuck-ups. When the bed was empty that night, it felt nice. Why he ever traded you for Blair was beyond him, and he hated himself for it. But no, he knew you’d never take him back, you were too good for him. Hopefully, you’d find someone else who’d love you better than he treated you. For once, Ransom put your needs before his. If you were to show up on his doorstep tomorrow moring with an engagement ring, and a man at your waist, he’d hoensly congratulate you. As much as it would pain him to see you move on, he knew no amount of pain could weigh up to the heartbreak you felt. 

This was his punishment. 

It really did take all the physical restraint in Ransom to not run up to you, fall to his knees and beg when he saw you those weeks ago in court. It took everything in him to not call, and apologize for the hell he put you through. Because as much as you deserved an apology, he knew you’d never forgive him and it would hurt him even more.

For you, as the time to your due date got closer, you suddenly realized that one income might not be enough. Bills after bills can bleed one dry. So, last Saturday, you saw an ad online for a personal assistant, the requirements were slim and the hours were as needed. After four long days, you finally received a chance for an interview, which unfortunately occurred during your work hours. Lorraine, the sweetest woman on the planet, offered to work your shift, giving you the time to rush off to the DA’s office. Newton wasn’t too far of a drive, and at this point you’d travel across country just to give this precious life inside of you, a good beginning. Being eight months pregnant, probably ruined your chances of getting the job, but when you met your “hopefully soon-to-be boss”, he seemed to not care. Actually, he was willing to give you the jobs, but was concerned it would be to much for you. It took a few tries, but you finally assured the man, leaving his office only to see him again tomorrow. 

You came to know your boss as Andy Barber, a man with a heart of gold, and his worries always about you. It was endearing, and you started to unintentionally drift closer to the man. One late night in that very November, Andy had decided to work well past his usual hours. It was pitiful to see the man all alone in the building as the only source of light was at his desk. Thanksgiving holiday was coming up and Andy begged for you to go home and start your holiday break. For minutes your both “bickered” back and forth, until you finally left, giving Andy a sense of relief. He really did care about you, although he never said so. Your were his employee and he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. Well, until tonight anyway.

Just as Andy thought he’d sent you home, you came back ten minutes later, a small pizza box in one hand, while the other held a liter of soda. A grin spread across Andy’s face, as he stood up to take the box from you, clearing off room on his desk for the two of you to eat. While enjoying your makeshift dinner, you and Andy started to open up to each other even more, carrying on small talk, that led to something else.

“So how far along are you, (y/n)?”

“About eight months.”

Andy raised his eyebrows in surprise, while also admiring you for your dedication. 

“Wow, that’s amazing! I can’t even imagine how hard all of this is for you.”

Your boss motioned to all of the paperwork on his desk, to which you just shook your head. It really wasn’t an inconvenience at all. 

“Oh, it’s not that bad. I’m the only one making a home for this baby, so I do what I can.”

Your eyes trailed up from your belly to be met with Andy’s sympathetic smile.

“I wouldn’t have known, but I do know this baby has the best mother of them all.”

At the compliment you let out a small laugh, a sound that made Andy beam, as the two of you continued to work on some files. To keep the night from falling silent, you continued to talk with the man, not missing a beat in your conversation. 

“Thank you, that means a lot to me. My husband, err, ex-husband, Ransom, cheated on me, but he did leave me this precious gift.” 

For some reason, you felt compelled to tell Andy your story, like you needed to get it off your chest to someone other than Lorraine. Come to think about it, Andy was the only other person you trusted, Lorraine, of course, being the first. In the two weeks you had worked together, the man had made an everlasting impression on you. 

Oh good god, why did you just spill your guts to the man? He probably doesn't care for your sob story--

“Ransom? As in Ransom Drysdale?”

You nodded your head, preparing yourself for some spew of judgement.

“That’s right! I’ve heard of him... and you. The two of you seemed in love. I’m so sorry (y/n), you didn’t deserve it, honey.

Not only were you shocked that Andy did genuinely care, but the pet name sounded like it was a second nature to him, which seemed to make your heart swell. 

“Thanks. It’s led me here though! To this amazing job with my lovely boss.”

Feeling a surge of confidence, with hopes that maybe Andy felt the same way, you shot him a playful wink. Your eyes dazzling in the yellow light of the desk lamp, making Andy view you almost as an angel. Thank the heavens he wasn’t standing, because your adorable wink made his knees weak. 

If Andy was going to become close to you as he hoped, now was the time to come clean about his past, and serve it on a platter as you had done. A good relationship always starts with trust. 

“Well if it makes it any better, I went through something similar. My wife left me years ago, with my son too. Last year, I went to go visit them, only to find they’d been in a car accident-”

A stray drop of a tear fell onto the paper underneath Andy, and it broke your heart to see him this way. It was obviously hard for him to tell the story, and you’d heard enough. Deciding to make a bold move, you moved around the desk and wrapped your arms around Andy’s shoulders. 

The man solemnly turned towards you, his chair swiveling around along with him, giving you the space to sit on his knees, while holding him close. His beard tickled your neck, as silent tears were shed. Your hand soothingly ran along his back, as you placed soft kisses to his temple. Andy’s arms were at your twisted waist, the baby bump slightly in the way, although you had turned your body to accommodate the man’s large figure. 

The two of you stayed locked in each other’s embrace for a long four minutes, until Andy pulled back, his arms still around your waist. Slowly, you brought your hand around from his neck, and to his cheek, using your thumb to wipe at the dry tears. Andy leaned into your touch and smiled contently at you. He was a broken man, who needed some love. Exactly the kind you’d shown him. 

Without second thought, you pressed your lips to Andy’s, noticing how his lips felt different than Ransom’s, his beard making you giggle just a bit. After what seemed to be forever, you and Andy reluctantly pulled away from each other, blissful smiles on your faces. 

From that night forward, you and Andy Barber started dating. Dinners out after long nights of work, or movies at home. He reminded you so much of how Ransom was in the beginning, except this time, you knew that this man wouldn't break your heart. 

For Thanksgiving, you invited Andy over for dinner as the two of you were all alone this year, no family this time, and your friends had their own lives. 

Dinner started out great, you and Andy bought a small Turkey, basting and then roasting it, along with making some side dishes, most of them being microwaveable. Honestly, the food had tasted delicious regardless of the way it was cooked. 

Just as you were about to dig into the feast before your eyes, a text message rang through on your phone. Who would be texting you at this hour, especially on thanksgiving?

Ransom- I know this isn’t the time, but I was wondering if tomorrow you’d like to go out for lunch. Not as a date or anything, but so I can apologize to you and explain. I’m not looking for forgiveness, but you deserve to know.” 

Your face looked as if you had seen a ghost, the expression scaring Andy as he had peeked up from his plate to see you not eating, and instead staring into the void of your cell phone screen. 

“(y/n), what’s wrong?” 

Reaching across the table, Andy grabbed your free hand, slightly startling you from your deep thoughts. 

“Uh. Ransom. He texted me. Asked for lunch tomorrow to explain everything.” 

The man, still holding your hand, shook his head, prompting you to continue on with the story. 

A part of you wondered why the events of the past had happened, and to get closure, you needed answers. Maybe it wasn’t in your best interest, but the curiosity inside of you was piqued. Now that you knew Ransom was willingly ready to talk, you also knew that if you didn’t take this opportunity, it would instead eat away at you. Something that you definitely didn’t need. 

“Andy, what should I do?”

“Oh honey, I know you want to know what happened , so go. But if you ever feel uncomfortable, call me and I’ll be there to kick his ass.” 

You laughed at Andy’s protectiveness, and lightly kissed his hand that was enclosing yours. Looking down, you felt a tiny yet powerful kick. A sign from the little one that his or her father still didn’t know about their existence. The ending of Ransom’s text flashed in your brain, the irony of it all laughing at you. 

You deserve to know. 

Ransom was an asshole, that’s for sure, but in the end he fathered this child, and deserved to know that much. The same went for yourself, as you were entitled to the story that destroyed your marriage. 

Tomorrow is definitely gonna be one for the books...

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[gingrrfrog]

the most beautiful thing

“have I told you lately that I’m grateful you’re mine?”

summary: the story of the beginning of forever 

word count: 7.5k

pairing: jaehyun x jihyun (oc) 

warnings: fluff, smut 

a/n: u guys know the drill hehe, original story here :] 

After being together for more than ten years, surprising a partner for their birthday doesn’t come without difficulty. Jaehyun remembered having headaches the days leading up to Jihyun’s birthday from trying to plan something special. Meanwhile, Jihyun lost sleep over what to perform for Jaehyun’s birthday.

It should be said that it wasn’t fair to her that Jaehyun didn’t expect anything for his birthday. He always told Jihyun not to waste her time considering they were both too busy to participate in anything usually, and while it was true, that didn’t mean Jihyun didn’t want to prepare any less. The truth was, the restaurant was always packed with customers on Valentine’s day even months before starting this past December. The only difference this Valentine’s day was that this was the year she was going to prove Jaehyun wrong and use this opportunity to prepare a surprise for her hardworking boyfriend.

The goal of the surprise was not only to spoil Jaehyun, but to also prove that she was good at being other things-- other things that included a title that rhymed with entree.

On the morning of Valentine’s day, Jihyun woke up early to sneak her way downstairs to prepare the cake she had bought the night before. Today was the only day she was going to spoil him with sweets before breakfast.

She shoved a candle through the pastry and made her way back up the stairs to their bedroom where Jaehyun was sleeping peacefully, squished in between two pillows. Jihyun gently pressed into him and snorted when he groaned, pushing her back into what would be on her side of the bed.

“Happy birthday to you,” she started quietly, “happy birthday to you.”

Jaehyun clenched his eyes and used his palms to rub at his eyelids before opening them to make eye contact with a slice of cake, “happy birthday dear Jaehyunnie.”

“Happy birthday to you,” Jihyun smiled, kissing his forehead and smoothing hair behind his ears as he struggled to sit up. “Make a wish, baby.”

Jaehyun gave a sleepy laugh before closing his eyes once more, thinking thoroughly about his wish before opening them again to blow out his candle, “Cake for breakfast?”

“Once a year can’t hurt.”

Jaehyun shared his cake slice with Jihyun to save room for actual breakfast, which actually consisted of traditional seaweed soup. If Jaehyun looked forward towards anything for his birthday, it would always be the soup Jihyun would make for him every year.

Like every year. Jihyun apologized for not being able to celebrate Jaehyun’s birthday properly the same way they did for hers. He reassured her over and over again that it wasn’t an issue and that he would most likely go out for dinner with his brothers anyway.

Except he won’t.

Because Jihyun already made plans.

After breakfast, the couple washed dishes while they took turns showering. Jihyun was the first to leave that morning, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek while he hastily toweled his hair. She reassured him that she would call him later during her short breaks if he wasn’t busy, to which Jaehyun replied with a hum and a sweet kiss before she left.

Jaehyun peaked out of the bathroom before he ran back into their bedroom, lifting the mattress topper and removing a small white box from the inside, sighing in relief when he saw the engagement ring still in place, safe from Jihyun’s curious eye.

Was it cliche to propose on Valentine’s day of all days? Of course it was, but if Jaehyun knew anything about Jihyun, it was that she was weak for cliches. That reason alone is why he constructed his own surprise dinner for when she came back home after work. He would have to leave work early himself to get the necessary groceries for what he had planned, but Jihyun surely wouldn’t come home until late tonight considering the date.

He snickered to himself at the idea of his plan and placed the ring in his front pocket, patting it gently to make sure it was safe before he left for work himself.

Later on in the day, after about four hours of strenuous work without a break, Jihyun finally managed to fight through the dreaded lunch rush, locking the front door and switching the sign to closed for lunch as her workers piled around for their lunch break.

Taeyong was the first to collapse in the nearest booth, huffing and propping his leg on a nearby chair while two other waitresses sat in the same booth, one putting her head on the table.

“If I see one more engagement proposal I’m going to jump off the roof,” one cried, her voice muffled against the table.

Jihyun laughed in response, hanging her apron up as she packed her things nicely in her bag.

“You’re not eating with us today, Chef? Another waitress asked, watching as Jihyun slung her purse over her shoulder.

Jihyun smiled and shook her head, “Not today.”

Taeyong grinned and nudged the waitress next to him with his elbow, “don’t you know? It’s Yuno’s birthday today.”

The waitress sighed and squished her face in between her hands, “oh yeah, I guess we should expect an announcement tonight too.”

“You need at least two weeks for a pregnancy announcement,” Taeyong snorted, dodging Jihyun’s pen as she cursed at him.

“I’m not getting pregnant!”

“So you’re not practicing?”

Jihyun narrowed her eyes and dashed over to choke her best friend until a line cook came around and spun her towards the door, a smile wide on his face as he patted her shoulder, “have fun, Chef Jihyun! We’ll be here waiting for either announcement and we’ll be happy to hear both!”

“I’m not--!”

“Have a good day!”

“But--!” Jihyun huffed as the line cook locked the door behind her again, waving with a dopey grin on his face before he walked off, leading Jihyun to roll her eyes a dn give a small laugh, waving to her workers in the window as she walked to her car, enjoying her newfound freedom. It had been a while since she last left work before the sun was down so she took the time to relish in the sunlight despite the bleary clouds it hid under.

There were a few spots she wanted to hit before she went home to cook Jaehyun his birthday dinner. The first spot would be near where her boyfriend worked, an underdeveloped area that was mostly construction and abandoned buildings, parking at a near garage before locking her car next to the only few expensive cars in the lot, ones that she recognized as Yuta’s black Portofino Ferrari and Mark’s stark white Range Rover.

Huh, she thought to herself. It wasn’t unusual to see them around town knowing that this was their main workplace, but to see both of them in broad daylight was a little surprising to her. She shook her head and continued to walk out of the parking garage with the same confidence as one of her boyfriend’s members would have, knowing that no one would dare pull her to the side or try anything suspicious--not anyone who knew who she was at least.

She was lucky enough to find people who didn’t know who she was today, however, as she passed by measly looking workers sitting outside on worn out lawn chairs, staring at Jihyun up and down with a sly look to her face.

Jihyun almost wished they said something. If there was something her restaurant employees didn’t know is that she loved power of any kind, so if there was someone that needed a lesson to be taught, she would happily be the cause of said reason. Jaehyun admitted that it scared it sometimes, but that it also undeniably turned him on. Jihyun grinned when she heard the whistle come behind her.

“Goodmorning, Miss!”

Jihyun kept walking, luring them closer to Mark’s looming figure in the background. She felt a hand on her shoulder as she removed her sunglasses, her face calm as she stared at the hand before looking at the person in front of her.

“Are you lost, Miss?”

“I don’t believe so,” she replied, gently shaking the hand off her shoulder and pressing her sunglasses back on her face. “Have a good day.”

“Are you looking for someone? I bet I can help you.”

“I don’t need your help. Thank you.” Jihyun smiled, continuing to walk towards her destination until she felt a hand on her again, this time on her forearm.

“Are you coming to see your boyfriend or something?”

“No, I’m here to see a friend.”

“You’ve got friends around these parts?”

“Don’t you think you’re asking too many questions?” Jihyun continued, looking the worker up and down.

“I’m just surprised to see a pretty, little--”

“Jihyun noona!” Mark called out, jogging towards her with a bright smile before he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “What are you doing here?!”

Mark paused when he saw her forearm being held, his eyebrows furrowing before he shoved the man in front of him, “do you have any idea who you’re grabbing right now?”

“Mark. it’s okay--” Jihyun almost wanted to pout. She didn’t get to play much longer.

“No it’s not,” Mark growled. “Just wait til I tell Jaehyun hyung about this-”

She clicked her tongue. No more fun if Jaehyun was finding out. “I promise it’s fine! Please don’t tell him, I’m here for a surprise anyway. It’ll ruin it if you tell him.”

“I didn’t mean anything! I’m sorry! I just thought she was lost--!”

“Shut up,” Mark rolled his eyes. “Do you think you can just call out for the boss' girlfriend like that?”

Jihyun scrunched her nose, “I’m more than that.”

“Right, sorry. Kim Jinho’s only daughter.”

Still belittling her to a man’s relative but at least he was trying. Jihyun patted his shoulder and leaned against it, “take care of it however you would like, Minhyung. I’m going inside to see Hera, but don’t tell Jaehyun. Tell him tomorrow.”

Jihyun thanked him quietly before waving towards the man in front of her with a smile, his eyes wide in fear. Surely nothing would happen to him, Mark was much kinder than her boyfriend when it came to occurrences like these. Jihyun could imagine the endless possibilities if it was Jaehyun, but Mark would surely only smack him a few times as a warning just to scare him.

Unless he was in a bad mood, then, Jihyun assumed, it would be a lot worse.

Jihyun entered a building without another peep from another gangster, all of them averting their gaze as the two at the door held the door open for her. She smiled a greeting before stepping inside and towards the elevator, watching the numbers on the screen rise as she reached the seventh level, stepping outside and walking down the hallway and stopping at the store front.

Sex shops were not unheard of in Seoul, but God forbid you were seen stepping inside one, or worse, working at one.

Hera, despite her degree in business administration, worked at one of these said sex shops. Even worse than that, she owned the place, becoming one of the biggest, best kept secrets of her own. From dildos, fuck machines to actual prostitutes for hire, Hera quickly became enraveled in the world of illegitemacy thanks to her quick affair with one Nakamoto Yuta who jump started her career.

Despite their relationship being cut short, it didn’t stop the other man from visiting to quickly relieve pent up stress, which appeared to be the case today considering a part-timer was at the register instead of her friend. Yuta’s car being in the garage suddenly made sense to her now.

“May I see your ID?” The girl at the register said.

Jihyun snorted as her ego inflated. It was good to know she still looked young despite her twenty-seventh birthday being around the corner.

As the presumed college student checked her ID, Jihyun looked around for her friend, receiving her ID with a smile and placing it back in her wallet.

“Is Hera around?”

“Um, I think she’s at the motel a floor above us.”

“Working or working it?” Jihyun grinned. She laughed upon watching the cashier blush. It was endearing, blushing about sex while you work in a shop chock full of it everywhere.

“She was with Mr. Yuta if that means anything.”

Jihyun clicked her tongue, her manicured fingernails tapping against the desk, “that could mean either one.”

“They left about an hour ago. Miss Hera said she wouldn’t be gone more than that.”

Finally, Jihyun smiled and nodded, quickly glancing at her name tag, “thank you either way, Hyoju. I’m going to look around! Let her know that I’m here when she comes back.”

Hyoju nodded and went back to looking at her phone, presumably to send said message to her boss.

Jihyun took her time looking around for her items. Nothing too terrifying save for the shibari rope and a few different balms she was curious about using. Jihyun shuddered at the thought, a small grin playing on her face.

“Do I want to know?” A familiar voice said behind her.

Jihyun turned her head around to give a knowing look to her friend, whose appearance is slightly more messy than usually. Jihyun rolled her eyes and embraced her friend with a small side hug, “Yuta oppa treating you well?”

“Best oral giver in all of Seoul,” she grinned.

“I’d like to argue,” Jihyun smiled, pushing Hera’s shoulder with her own.

“You and I both know I have no way of testing that,” Hera snickered. “What brings you here? Looking for something new?”

“Kind of. I was looking up some different things. Jaehyun liked tying me up a while ago, so I might just do that. I feel like it’s kind of boring.”

“You know he would bust just looking at you, right?”

Jihyun snorted, “I guess. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try something fun.”

“Have you ever thought of tying him up?”

The thought has crossed her mind, but there was no way he would let her, not without telling him beforehand at least. Jihyun grimaced and tilted her head to the side pensively, “I don’t know...Yuno doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Are you kidding? Guys love having their hands tied up, just take a step further once you’ve done that, he won’t even get the chance to say anything.” Hera glanced inside of her basket and grinned, “those nipple balms by the way? I heard they work magic on the balls.”

Jihyun bit her lip and shifted her weight on her left leg, hating that she twitched at the thought. Hera noticed that she still wasn’t convinced, pulling her towards the vibrator section and picking out a small pill, winking at her friend as she placed it in her basket.

“It’s cliche, I know, but it’s remote powered. You’d be the one in control.”

“What if he doesn’t like it?”

Hera shook her head, “he’ll love it because he’s doing it with you, Gigi. You might want to draw the curtains in though.”

“Can’t imagine Jaehyun wanting people to see him a point of vulnerability,” Hera said after dropping her voice a few decibels to a small whisper. “But, he can be vulnerable, for you.”

Fuck Hera and her salemanship, who knows what would’ve became of her had she chosen an office salesmen job. Jihyun narrowed her eyes regardless, holding her basket close to her chest, “why do I get the feeling that you’re just trying to make buy things?”

“Because I am, duh. I’m a store owner,” Hera smiled. “But, I also want my best friend to have fun.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes, “fine. I’ll take it.”

“Nice!” Hera cheered, pulling her towards the register, “I’ll ring you out myself!”

With discreet bags, Jihyun left Hera’s store with a pep talk and a slap to her butt, causing her to yelp and rub her backside as she entered the elevator. She passed by the lowly gangster on her way back, a black eye and a busted lip with his eyes downcast when he saw her walking past. She smiled a greeting before she continued to pass by him, noticing that both Mark and Yuta’s cars were gone from beside her own.

When she arrived home, she quickly walked up the stairs and shoved the bags under their bed. Once she finished, she looked at the clock and panicked when she realized Jaehyun would be home in four more hours, running into the bathroom and yanking off her work clothes as quickly as she could in order to shower.

After shaving and hastily drying her hair, she prepared her skin for makeup, opting for a soft brown look as she pulled on the lingerie set she bought earlier this week. Pulling on her pink slip dress right after, she worked on her hair, rolling it into loose waves before she cursed at the time.

Now she only had two hours til Jaehyun came home.

Cooking dinner shouldn’t take that long considering Jihyun had prepared her mise en place earlier this morning, but she would’ve felt more comfortable having more time to prepare his other presents that were upstairs. Regardless of her nerves, she found her rhythm in the kitchen, effortlessly chopping, slicing, and cooking their meal until she finished an hour and a half later, giving her at least thirty minutes to set the mood with candle lighting and a few records Jaehyun kept in their living room. Just as she was going upstairs to prepare a few last minute things, she heard the front door open and close, a yawn resonating through the room while Jihyun smiled at his humming.

“What the fuck?” She heard him say to himself, confused to smell food until he walked into the kitchen with his eyes widened as soon as he made eye contact with Jihyun.

“Surprise,” she said quietly, raising her hands in the air as Jaehyun gave a shocked laugh. “Happy birthday again.”

Jaehyun shook his head, “I thought you were at work!”

“I left after lunch. I wanted to spend your birthday together because it’s been too long since we last did.”

Jaehyun gave a dopey smile, his dimples in full display as he pulled her in for an embrace, pecking her sweetly as Jihyun wiped lipgloss off his lips, “thank you.”

“Of course, baby.”

“This isn’t fair though,” Jaehyun pouted, “I was going to surprise you for Valentine’s day.”

“Oh? With what?”

“Dinner,” he snorted. “Maybe a bath.”

“Well,” Jihyun’s arms snaked around his neck, “maybe we can take a bath after I give you my present.”

Jaehyun grinned, his hands moving down her waist and resting on the small of her back, “something tells me that dinner isn’t my present.”

“You would be correct,” she beamed, pulling him in for another kiss before taking his hand and leading him towards the dining room table.

Dinner was eaten in a relatively quiet manner, though comfortable as the couple’s hands were clasped together--Jaehyun’s thumb running over her knuckles every so often as Jihyun kissed his. They let dishes soak for the night after they finished eating, opting to join each other for a dance in the living room.

Jihyun rested her head against his chest as they swayed back and forth, smiling to herself at Jaehyun’s gentle humming. His hand was holding her own on his heart, as if to give a silent reminder that it belonged to her, and that it always will. She couldn’t think of a more perfect moment, forgetting all about the other gift she had planned as all she wanted to do was be closer and closer to the man she loved, the love of her life.

Jihyun pulled away just slightly to kiss her boyfriend gingerly, the latter leaning in to receive the kiss with a small smile.

“I love you,” he said against her lips. Jaehyun pulled away momentarily just to say it again, “I love you, Kim Jihyun.”

“I love you, Jung Jaehyun,” she returned, her fingers resting on his cheek.

“Thank you for today. It means the world to me.”

Jihyun giggled, “it was just dinner, baby. We always have dinner together.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less grateful. I bet you were swamped at work today, but you still came home and did all of this for me for my birthday.”

“I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you, that’s all.”

Jihyun closed the gap in between their faces as they shared another sweet kiss. Jaehyun sighed and pulled her close, almost feeling frustrated that they couldn’t be any closer as he fell back on the couch. Jihyun smiled and settled herself on his lap, their sweet, gentle kiss turning into one with more passion as the seconds passed.

Jaehyun groaned and pulled away, confusing Jihyun as he dug in his pockets, “--I can’t.”

“Huh?”

“I was going to wait for a better setting than our couch, but I really can’t hold it in.”

Jihyun furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the man in front of her retrieve a small box from his pocket, her eyes widening instantly, “Yuno?”

Her breathing caught in her throat as he opened it to reveal a large diamond ring that sparkled in the dim candle lighting.

“I love you, I really love you, Gigi. I can’t wait another day, another hour, minute, second without telling you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Jaehyun swallowed and began to feel his ears heat up, Jihyun caressing them as he continued. “I love you. I love you more everyday and I’ll love you more every day after that.”

“Marry me, Jihyun,” he said gently. “Won’t you marry me, baby?”

“Of course, I want nothing more,” she smiled, pressing her lips against his, “yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

Jaehyun beamed, a smile so bright that it lit up the dark room as he slid the ring down her finger before kissing the ring, “perfect. Just like you.”

The couple reconnect their embrace quickly, kissing the other feverishly before Jihyun pulled away first, caressing the sides of his face as she kissed the very tip of his nose.

“Come upstairs with me.”

Jaehyun swallowed and felt his heart pound in his chest. After all these years, she still made him undeniably nervous. “Is it time for my second present?”

Jihyun nodded and bit her lip to contain her smile, failing as she giggled while they stumbled up the stairs, unable to keep their hands off the other as Jihyun squealed when Jaehyun ultimately picked her up in the end, throwing her over his shoulder before throwing her on top the bed.

Jihyun was breathless with laughter, her smile wide as she pulled Jaehyun on top of her, her legs fastening around his hips as she kissed him. Jaehyun pecked her lips before he began to undo his tie, throwing the spare fabric to the side before Jihyun picked it up again.

She pulled away for a moment, just to push Jaehyun on his back as she nervously began to start her plan, “I...I have this...plan…”

“A plan?”

Jihyun burned upon Jaehyun scrutiny, her now fiance staring at her curiously as she moved the tie over his eyes, “is this okay?”

“Am I allowed to know the plan?”

Jihyun shook her head, cursing to herself when she realized he couldn’t see her, “um, no. But, just trust me. Promise me to keep it on and that you won’t look?”

“I...promise.” Jaehyun sounded just as apprehensive as she did, but otherwise supportive as Jihyun continued with her plan.

She supposed it wasn’t too late for her to remove it and tell him to tie her up instead of him, but she wanted to do this. She wanted to do something different. Jihyun swallowed harshly and set the rope to the side for later use, instead opting to kiss Jaehyun again, warming him up as she began to peel his clothes off layer by layer,

For the time being, Jaehyun didn’t mind the makeshift blindfold. It heightened his senses everytime Jihyun kissed him everywhere that wasn’t his mouth. He tried to keep his sounds contained for the most part, but once Jihyun grazed his length, it was impossible for him not to let out a small gasp. It was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as his dick twitching when Jihyun kissed his forehead.

God, he thought to himself. What is wrong with me?

“Do you trust me?” Jihyun asked in his ear, her breath leaving goosebumps on the skin surrounding. She punctuated her question with a small squeeze to his length, a groan passing his lips.

“Yes,” he said quickly. He would’ve said fuck yes, but he didn’t want to sound any more desperate than he already was.

“I kind of...want to try something, but I’m only going to do it if you’re okay with it,” she explained with kisses to his chest. “Tell me your colors, please baby?”

Jaehyun burned under the blindfold, his ears surely a violent pink as he opened his mouth, “um, green is keep going...red is stop?”

“Perfect,” she cooed, kissing his collarbone. “I’m going to add one more, okay?”

Jaehyun nodded, groaning when he felt her hands on his bare length this time, pumping him earnestly. He took shaky breaths as he felt Jihyun’s lips next to his ear again, kissing the tip of said ear before she said her next instructions, “whenever you’re about to cum, can you say pink for me, Jaehyunnie?”

Jaehyun tilted his head back, breathlessly saying, “pink.”  

Jaehyun felt himself being pulled up and a weight on his lap, Jihyun kissing him sweetly as she hugged him tightly. Jaehyun felt that she was still clothed under him, slightly pouting as he bundled up her dress in his hands so as to remove it.

“You’re so cute,” she hummed against his lips. “You’re so good for me, baby, I love you so so much.”

Jaehyun didn’t know what was going on for him to deserve this much praise, but he had no idea up until now how much he loved it. He wanted to hear more, moving his hands to her pert bottom, taking handfuls as he moved the dress up to grab handfuls of it.

“Hold on,” she kissed him quickly, pulling away despite his groan.

“Where are you going?” He whined, moving his hands towards the blindfold in attempts to remove it before he felt his hands being held by her.

“You said you would keep it on,” she whined next. Jaehyun wanted to roll his eyes, he could see her pout.

“Fine fine,” he sighed. Her hands left his own as he felt something soft being bound around his wrists, his eyes widening behind the blindfold as he realized what was going on. His dick only got harder upon realizing that she was tying him up, but that it wasn’t stopping there.

Jihyun tried her best to make sure she hid her shaky hands, cursing silently to herself when the knot wouldn’t tighten the way she wanted. It took a few tries, but she managed to tie his hands together so that they were resting behind his back.

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“More than okay,” he smiled. “A little...embarrassing.”

“Now you know how I felt,” she teased, kissing his Adam’s apple.

“Maybe I’ll be a little more considerate next time.”

Jihyun scoffed, “maybe?”

She took just the smallest bit of balm on her finger, taking Jaehyun’s length in her hands again and pressing the balm just slightly on the underside of his balls, watching him jolt with a smile on her face.

“Fuck!” Jaehyun groaned, his exclamations cut off by another moan as the balm sent a warm tingle throughout his length.

Lastly, before Jihyun decided to remove the blindfold, came the ties around his member. Jihyun used a softer rope for this, watching Jaehyun squirm as she wrapped the rope around the underside before tying it off. She admired the color of it before she continued, her fingers just barely dipping into the tip.

“This isn’t fair,” he pouted, wriggling against his restraints. “I want to see you, I need to see you, baby.”

“Be patient, Yuno,” she cooed, pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders and kicking it to the side of the chair. She began to open the vibrator in her hands, already having the app downloaded in advance before she quickly calibrated it.

Jihyun slowly inserted the vibrator inside of her, sighing quietly as she turned it on to a slight hum, just barely against her g spot before she moved over to Jaehyun again to remove his blindfold.

Jaehyun blinked at the sudden light and swallowed upon seeing her pale pink set, Jihyun showcasing the lingerie as his dick twitched again in it’s restraints, “oh my god.”

“Am I pretty?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Pretty is an understatement...a severe one.”

Jaehyun’s eyes wander down to the sound of a small buzzing, blinking as Jihyun sat in front of him, moving her underwear on the side to reveal the vibrator inside of her, buzzing gently on the command from her phone.

“What’s…?”

“I went to go see Hera, and she told me to get this cute little vibrator, apparently I can control it with an app…” Jihyun opened the said app, raising the intensity slightly and gasping. “I’d let you control it but...you don’t have any free hands.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes, “you’re evil. A demon.”

Jihyun laughed as she peeled off her underwear to give him a clear view, the intensity on the tiny pill getting higher as her finger slipped. She moaned out, her toes curling as she quickly turned it down, catching her breath as she watched Jaehyun all but drool.

“Untie me,” he ordered. Jihyun grinned and shook her head.

“No.”

“I think you should untie me.”

“I think,” Jihyun moved towards the head of his length, taking the tip in between her lips to give it a wet kiss, “you’re talking too much.”

Jaehyun was just beginning to feel the implications of the bondage on his member as Jihyun passed her lips past the tip of his length and inching towards the end, moaning loudly as the vibrations from her mouth sent shivers down his spine. He groaned and cursed without remorse, his hips thrusting into her mouth as she pressed him down, pulling away with a wet pop and she clicked her tongue.

“I hope you’re not forgetting your colors, baby,” she patronized, pressing wet kisses to his taut balls.

“Fuck you,” he groaned. Jihyun grinned and took his cock in her mouth in one fell swoop, gagging slightly as her throat tightened around his length, Jaehyun’s head thrown back as he swore. “Fuck, Jihyun, baby--”

“Am I doing good?”

“So good, so fucking good--” He frowned when she pulled away, watching her face constrict before he realized the vibrator was at it’s highest setting again. Jihyun sat up and on his lap, her hands resting on his stomach as she rubbed herself against his thigh, leaving a small wet spot as she clawed at the skin.

“Fuck, Jaehyun, holy shit--”

Jaehyun flexed his thigh and watched her rub against him with a sly smirk, Jihyun falling against his chest as she finally orgasmed, breathing heavily as the toy continued to hum inside of her. Jaehyun’s eyes fixated on her phone that was just in perfect reach of his foot, taking advantage of his fiancee taking a breather to use his free appendage to set the vibrator on it’s highest level again, watching Jihyun gasp as she again grabbed his waist.

“What are you--?!” Jihyun reached for the phone but jumped when Jaehyun kicked it nearly across the room, ready to release an indignant reaction before he trapped her in between his legs, another violent orgasm on it’s way as she was being overstimulated.

“Get off!” She begged, her hands clawing at his legs as her oversensitivity spiked. “Jaehyun, I can’t--I can’t--”

Jihyun whimpered and cried, sniveling against his stomach as she came again, her toes curling as Jaehyun finally released his hold on her, a grin on his lips as Jihyun glared at the man in front of her. She pulled the vibrator out from inside of her, whimpering slightly.

“Sorry,” he smiled.

Jihyun ignored him as she searched for the tie again, silently fuming as she searched far and wide. Jaehyun pouted and nudged her with his knee, “I said I was sorry.”

“Shut up.”

Jaehyun pressed his lips together and he followed his orders, pouting again when he was embraced by darkness once again, the tie being wrapped around his eyes. He felt her hover over him again, his upper teeth meeting his bottom lip.

“Gigi--”

Jihyun held his jaw closed, her lips ghosting over his lips once more, “what part of shut the fuck up don’t you understand?”

Jaehyun swallowed. If he wasn’t hard before he definitely was now.

“I try and do something nice,” she started, her hand trailing from his jaw down to his neck before it reached behind her to grab his cock. “And yet, you always find a way to make it about yourself.”

“But--”

“Stop,” she ordered. “You don’t get to say anything, okay, baby? All you get to say are your three colors, do you understand?”

Jaehyun nodded.

“What’s your color now, Yuno?”

“Green.” The brightest green. The loudest green, whatever green will make her touch him somehow.

“You like this, don’t you?” He heard her say, “you like showing everyone you’re in charge, that you’re in control...but you like being ordered just as much as the next man.”

“I guess it helps that you’re mine,” she breathed, kissing him sweetly, “and that I have you wrapped around my finger.”

Jaehyun wouldn’t argue that. He wouldn’t be in this situation if it were false.

“You belong to me,” she reminded, taking the length in her hand and gently running her hand up and down. “Right, baby?”

Jaehyun opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it in turn to nod instead. He could hear her smile.

“Good boy, good Jaehyunnie,” Jihyun cooed. “Do you want me to fuck me, honey?”

Jaehyun nodded again, his cock painfully hard and pulsating in Jihyun’s hands as she squeezed it.

“Do you think you deserve it though?” She asked carefully, snatching her hand away from him as she completely removed herself from him. Jaehyun groaned, his hips lifting from the bed as he tried to search for her desperately. Suddenly, he heard a familiar humming, but before he could pin the noise, it was being pressed against the underside of his balls.

“Fuck, Jihyun!”  

“Shh, Jaehyun. What did I say?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he moaned, his hips lifting off the bed again. “Pink, fuck, pink!”

Jihyun removed the toy from his length at the very last minute. Jaehyun took shaky deep breaths as she caressed his thighs with the toy, watching Jaehyun twitch anytime the vibrator came in close contact to his cock.

“You never answered my question, Jaehyun,” Jihyun hummed, lowering the intensity before pressing it to the tip of his cock, just barely humming against skin but enough to make the man under her writhe. “Do you think you deserve my pussy, baby?”

Jaehyun nodded fervently. Please please please, he begged internally.

“Sit up.”

He did as he was told, sitting up against the headboard as he felt something wet on his length again, presumably her mouth judging by the way it closed and the way her humming made him moan.

“I’m still thinking about it,” she said, pressing kisses into the hot skin. “I’m so wet, no thanks to you, I swear to God I thought I would squirt if you left the vibrator on any longer. Good thing you didn’t.”

Goddammit, Jaehyun thought to himself.

“But,” Jihyun caressed his cheeks as she once again, removed the blindfold from his face. What met her were blown out pupils, watching her own with wonder, with anticipation, and the most notably love, absolute, head spinning, foolish love. Jaehyun was smitten with the woman above him and there was nothing he could do about it.

Jihyun sighed, “but...I guess I can be a little forgiving.”

Jaehyun smiled widely, still not allowed to speak as he pressed his lips against her wrist, a small gesture of gratitude.

Jihyun leaned in to press her lips against his for what felt like the upteenth time, reaching behind her once again to press his length into her expectant folds, Jaehyun pulled away to moan loudly, his eyes tightened as he tilted his head back. Jihyun started slowly, her hips barely moving against his but breathing quite heavily, their lips connecting every so often for quick pecks as Jihyun gradually picked up the pace.

Jaehyun nudged his head against the bra that was barely on her anymore, using his teeth to signal for her to take it off before Jihyun got the message, a smile on her face as she reached behind her to play with the clasp, removing it and tossing it to the side before holding her fiance’s face close to her chest. Jaehyun took it as a sign to do what he wished then, biting and sucking anywhere he could reach before he took a nipple in between his lips, looking up at Jihyun who mewled at the touch.

Jaehyun wouldn’t last any longer like this, but he wanted to keep going, he didn’t want to dream about pulling away but once his orgasm loomed dangerously over his head, he pulled away from Jihyun’s breast to kiss her sternum.

“Pink,” he breathed, shuddering as Jihyun continued to move her hips against his. Jaehyun moaned loudly, “pink, pink, pink--”

“Oh!” She quickly realized, pulling out and watching Jaehyun writhe under her, groaning loudly as he huffed in response, his head spinning.

“Are you okay?” Jihyun asked quietly, a small sign of tenderness and a dash of regret as she watched him in concern. Jaehyun smiled weakly, nodding with a kiss to her shoulder.

“Green,” he replied, welcoming Jihyun’s kiss as he felt his cock press against her pussy once more, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt Jihyun follow the rhythm once more.

Again, Jaehyun would chant out pink until Jihyun pulled away, watching him squirm for a few minutes until she would ride him again and again.

Around the forth time of edging him, Jihyun switched the position slightly so that she was facing away from him, giving him a clear view of her back as she started with an aggressive speed this time, her hips working to send him over the edge as he chanted out his color again. He had little regard for these rules this time as he realized Jihyun did too, chanting out her name and praises as she continued to slam her hips against his.

“Fuck Gigi,” he gasped, his hips meeting hers with his own thrust, “Jihyun, baby, I’m going to cum--fuck, oh baby, baby, baby--”

Jihyun pulled away but it seemed it would be far too late as Jaehyun came with a flash of white, his moans and curses falling from his lips like prayer as Jihyun was the Goddess he prayed to. With a dry orgasm ruining his high, all he could do was whimper and thrash against his restraints.

“So pretty,” Jihyun praised, kissing his chest. “Dry orgasm, honey?”

Jaehyun’s face felt hot in both embarrassment and need, nodding his head dumbly as Jihyun moved to remove the restraints around his cock. He wanted to cry when he finally felt the rope off of his length, and he thinks he might’ve, considering the space around the corner of his eyes was slightly damp.

“I love you,” he mumbled, still feeling stupid from his orgasm as his head tilted around, “I love you, please let me touch you.”

Jihyun snorted, “turn around.”

Jaehyun did as he was told, feeling something cold against his skin that he recognized as scissors cutting at the rope. Jihyun saved his hands for last, tossing the scissors to the side as she rubbed the rope marks on his wrists before kissing them gently.

“Are you okay, Yuno?” She asked softly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes after Jaehyun pulled her in for an embrace, holding her tightly against his chest.

“More than okay,” he reassured, “you’re amazing.”

Jihyun smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist as it was his turn to hover over her this time. She watched him expectantly, a smile wide on her face as he took his time to caress every square inch of her body, every mole and freckle.

“My turn?” He asked carefully, watching her reaction through his lashes.

Jihyun smiled and nodded, “your turn, baby. All yours.”

The rest of the night was spent with Jaehyun’s great attention to detail, making sure to press kiss to every inch of Jihyun’s body with his hand trailing over it not too long after it. She felt dizzy from the attention and the love, eventually pulling Jaehyun in for a kiss as they spent it in close proximity. Even if their lips weren’t connected, they were always trailing over the other, sweet breath fanning in the other’s face as smiles and quiet laughter was shared.

Even at the end of the night and into the early morning, Jaehyun refused to remove himself from her, opting to fall exhausted in her chest with a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed upon feeling her fingers carting through his thick hair, a small smile on his lips upon feeling the engagement ring just slightly brush against his scalp. He could die here, and he wouldn’t have any complaints.

Despite how tired the two were, neither of them seemed to be falling asleep. Although Jaehyun’s eyes were closed, he remained awake as he opened his eyes every so often to make idle chit chat with his now fiancee, who seemed just as restless as him.

Just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Jihyun offered to wash up quickly, causing Jaehyun to frown at the suggestion but following close by anyway, realizing that he didn’t like being as sticky as he felt and falling into the tub with Jihyun. It wasn’t until he was submerged under the hot water that he realized how sleepy he was, struggling to keep his eyes open as Jihyun mumbled musings pressed against his chest. It was only worse when she shampooed his hair, dozing off completely. He remembered hearing Jihyun snort but he didn’t hear anything else until he woke up again, already wrapped in a towel as she tugged at him from outside the bathtub.

“C’mon,” she smiled, offering him a towel. “Unless you want to sleep with the tub instead of your fiancee.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but to smile back, the word sending his heart into hysterics as he took her hand. It seemed that the sheets were also changed while he was asleep, the fitted sheets thrown over the corners haphazardly as they fell into the bed. Jaehyun almost instantly curled into her, causing her to laugh as she kissed the crown of his head.

“You’re so clingy,” she giggled as Jaehyun threw his leg over her waist. “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“Because you’re perfect,” he muttered, more asleep than awake. He heard Jihyun say something else before he fell asleep but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He assumed it was a declaration of love but before he could tell her back, he fell asleep, not a single dream to be had.

The next morning the couple washed dishes next to each other, chatting about their plans for the day before Jihyun excused herself to get ready for work, drying her hands on the nearest towel before reaching for her ring. Jaehyun watched her with a smile as she slipped it on her finger. She noticed the attention and laughed, pinching his cheek.

“What?”

“I just think it’s pretty,” Jaehyun gushed, taking her hand and kissing her ring finger. “Are you going to wear it to work?”

“I’ll wear it to work, but I’m not allowed to keep it on while I’m in the kitchen.”

Jaehyun frowned, “but you’re the boss. You can make up rules.”

Jihyun laughed, “they aren’t rules, they’re food safety regulations. What if my diamond falls in someone’s food?”

“Then I’ll buy you another one.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes, “how about this? If you’re so keen on showing me off, we’ll go out this weekend? Then you can show me off all you want.”

“Sounds like a date,” Jaehyun beamed, kissing her forehead. “We should also probably tell your dad.”

Jihyun snorted, wrapping her arms around his neck, “did you not give him a warning?”

Jaehyun smiled sheepishly, answering Jihyun’s question without another word.

“You’re a brave man, Jung Jaehyun. I’d hate to become a widow before I’d ever get married.”

“I was going to wait but...it was the heat of the moment.”

Jihyun laughed and rolled her eyes before giving her fiance a kiss, “you’re so corny.”

[tomhiddlestonfanfic]

Post Apocalyptic Love Chapter Five

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3  - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7  

NUMBER OF CHAPTERS/ONE SHOT: 5/? WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Doctor Thomas Hiddleston   PAIRING: Tom/OFC   GENRE: Drama, Romance

SUMMARY   After three generations of living inside of vault 181, the era of expeditions into the wasteland has finally come. Young scientist Rory Waters is more than eager to join in on the fun together with her colleague and boss, Doctor Thomas Hiddleston. There is only one problem, Rory is a fertile and childless woman in her mid-twenties. In order to be able to go out on an expedition, she has to promise the research board that she will provide them with a child afterwards. There is only one man in the entire vault that Rory can imagine having children with…  

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CHAPTER FIVE The Disciplinarian’s Office

Tom shook his head amusedly at Rory’s habit of getting herself into trouble. It became so apparent how different she was from the other girl’s their age as they sat down in the waiting outside the disciplinarian’s office. The other visitors were children, some accompanied by grown ups, or adolescents, all of which considerably younger than Rory. It was a bizarre experience for Tom to sit outside the disciplinarian’s office with his soon to be wife, just to make sure that she didn’t try to escape from whatever punishment Mister Cavill would have in store for her.

Mister Cavill sighed heavily and shook his head upon seeing Rory in his waiting room.

“You can come back in an hour, Miss Waters, so you don’t have to sit around and wait here with all the children,” he informed her.

“Thanks, Mister Cavill,” Rory replied with a grin as she got out of her seat.

“Then I suppose we could head to the canteen for a meal,” Tom suggested. Rory nodded agreeingly.

They ate in silence until Tom noticed how Rory was not eating but picking at her food as though she was deeply bothered by something. He wanted to cheer her up.

“What’s wrong, Miss Waters? Don’t you like the food?” he asked, causing her to snort at his bad joke. Reflecting over whether you enjoyed the taste of the food you were rationed was merely a waste of time and a luxury of the past. Her entire life, Rory had been constantly reminded to be grateful for what she was given and chided when displaying any signs of discontent. There simply was no room for that kind of behaviour in this new world.

Rory picked up the fork and began eating from her plate. She had been in deep thought and forgotten all about how hungry she really was. Once the plate was emptied she looked around the canteen with its metal walls, ceiling, tables and chairs. They all had the same boring colour of grey. She sighed heavily as she thought about the world outside the vault, it had been pretty grey too, but in an open way that didn’t give her that unpleasant claustrophobic feeling as the insides of the vault did. She wanted to get out there again. She had to get out there again, she thought.

“We should probably head back to Mister Cavill’s office now,” Tom informed her after an hour had passed. Rory nodded and got out of her seat, taking the metal tray with her.

Inside of Mister Cavill’s office, Tom noticed an unmistakable chemistry between Mister Cavill and Rory. They shared knowing smiles as Rory slumped down in one of the seats by the desk.

“So, Miss Waters, what brings you here today?” Mister Cavill questioned in a businesslike tone, leaning slightly forward in his seat behind the desk to look at her through his thick rimmed glasses. He was very muscular, but his gentle ways made him considerably less threatening than he would have been otherwise.

Rory smiled amusedly as she motioned to Tom. “I believe Doctor Hiddleston should tell the story, seeing as Commander Fowler told him to escort me here,” Rory replied.

“Commander Fowler, huh?” Mister Cavill said with a heavy sigh as he looked at Rory. “You know he’ll want proof, right?” he informed her. “That’s why he sent Doctor Hiddleston with you, so he’d have a witness for the administration of your punishment.” 

“A witness?” Tom questioned uneasily. He certainly didn’t want to see Rory get beaten. Especially not after all the awful stories she had told him about it throughout the day.

“Yes, a witness,” Mister Cavill said and looked at Tom thoughtfully, as though he was trying to read him. “But to judge by the look on your face, you want Miss Waters to be caned as little as I do,” he continued with a smile. “In fact, you make the perfect witness, Doctor Hiddleston, because you’re considered a reliable and conscientious person. We could use that to our advantage. Don’t you think, Miss Waters?”

“You can call me Rory in front of him, Henry,” Rory told him happily. “This is Tom, my fiance, I think?”

“Yes, I suppose I am,” Tom realised and smiled embarrassedly as he looked at her ringless hand. “I should probably get you a ring,” he added.

“I would like that very much,” Rory replied with a wide smile and turned to look at Henry. “Can you believe this, Henry? I’m getting married! The plan is that we’re going to have children and raise them together, not collectively like you and I got raised, but as a real family,” she told him excitedly.

“I’m so happy for you. Congratulations, Rory,” Henry told her and walked around his desk to give her a proper hug. “But you should have just come and told me that without pissing off Commander Fowler first. Now we both have to spend the next couple of days acting like I caned you,” told her with a sigh. “I hate it when you glare at me.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told I’m pretty good at that,” Rory replied with a smile. “I’m sorry, Henry. But we can’t act like we’re friends outside of here, because then they’ll get suspicious and possibly ruin everything you have worked so hard to achieve.”

“I know. The number one troublemaker can’t be friends with the disciplinarian who allegedly gives her beatings on a regular basis,” Henry said sadly and parted from her to look at her properly. “I’m sorry I can only see you when you’re in trouble.”

“Me too,” Rory said regretfully. “But at least we see each other quite regularly.”

“It’s not a good thing that you still get sent here on a regular basis, Rory. You’re too old for this,” he told her seriously before turning to face Tom. He shook his hand. “Congratulations on your engagement, Doctor Hiddleston. As you already know, she’s a handful, but she’s also one of the best people I know.”

“Awwh, thank you, Henry. The feeling is mutual,” Rory told him, placing a hand above her heart as she looked at him tenderly.

“I promise I’ll take good care of her,” Tom assured Henry as he walked back to his desk.

“You better,” Henry told him seriously “She’s like a little sister to me.” He looked at Tom for a moment before cracking a smile that made Tom even more nervous. The smile didn’t look genuine.

They spent the rest of the time in Henry’s office talking about details of how Tom and Rory should act to convince everyone that Tom had just seen her get severely caned by Henry. The attention to detail in the story of the alleged caning made Tom feel sick to his stomach. Was this really how people were being treated within the vault? He felt bad not having had any idea how bad things really got for those who couldn’t or wouldn’t keep their heads down and stay in line.

Tom also felt a sense of pride for becoming a confidant when it came to Rory and Henry’s plan to change things from the inside. Henry had set out to become a disciplinarian solely because he wanted to change how badly children and adolescents were being treated. He would actually talk and listen to the troublemakers rather than hitting them, like he was instructed to do.

As the two of them left the disciplinarian’s office, Tom looked at Rory with a new found interest and wondered what else he might not know about her. The more he thought about it, the more he realised how little he really knew about the free-spirited woman walking beside him.

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Me: I want these prompts to be short, maybe 1000-1500 words  

Also me: *writes 3500 words of p*rn...

RITI THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! BUT I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT EVEN THOUGH WRITER’S BLOCK IS STILL HITTING HARD *cries*

Bellamy grins at him through the screen of his laptop, wiping his sweaty forehead and smearing it red with his bloody hands. What an idiot.

“We got all the information we need out of him boss,” he says proudly as if he actually accomplished something big. Law holds himself back from rolling his eyes; if the idiot thinks he will get praised for something as basic as getting information out of a poor bastard with torture, well then he's definitely talking to the wrong person.

“What should we do with him? Kill him?”

He taps his index finger lightly against his lips in thought but before he can answer he gets distracted by a soft noise; a desperate little whine. Taking a sip of his whiskey he leans back in his office chair to look down to his feet.

A smirk soon appears on his lips as he takes in the sight in front of his eyes.

Luffy is sitting on his knees by Law's feet, hands tied behind his back with a silk ribbon and ball gag still placed firmly in his mouth.

He looks delicious like this.

Normally Law doesn’t like gagging him; he enjoys his needy moans way too much. But now and again it’s fun to play with him like this. Especially since Luffy gets so adorably frustrated when he’s not able to shout Law’s name for the whole mansion to hear.

And Law loves it too. However, he has been a bad boy; forgetting to watch his tongue once again. Bad boys don’t get what they want.

Completely ignoring Bellamy on the other end of the video call, he eyes his little pet up and down. The choice of sexy underwear has been a fantastic idea, if he may say so himself.

The teen looks absolutely ravishing in the white lingerie set. Everything from the little bralette to the panties and the garter belt - that looks more like a very short skirt - is made out of ruffled chiffon. The thigh highs match in colour aswell, as do the included choker with the leash attached to it.

He looks perfect. Cute and innocent; as if Law hasn't tainted him in every way possible already.

“Get rid of him,” he finally answers bellamy’s question, eyes not once leaving Luffy’s.

Law licks his lips as he admires his pretty face painted white with his cum from the blowjob earlier.

What a beautiful sight.

They’ve been at this for at least three hours already; with Luffy sitting at Law’s feet like a good boy while he gets some work done. He hasn’t let Luffy cum yet while he on the other hand got to shoot his load twice; the first time down his toys throat and the second time all over his pretty tear-stained face. He really looks too good with Law’s cum all over him…

The thought alone makes him harden in his pants again. He smirks, it’s time for the next round.

Luffy on the other hand seems to be done with the game Law is playing. He glares up at the older man, brown eyes piercing him with an intense stare.

Now that’s not a good pet at all.

To remind him who exactly is in control here, Law tugs at the leash in his hand. 

He tugs hard enough that Luffy’s upper body jerks forward. With his arms tied behind his back he fails to hold his balance and almost topples over if it weren’t for Law’s legs preventing him from kissing the floor

“Be a good boy,” he scolds but can’t help but chuckle at Luffy’s angry expression.

Bellamy clears his throat, forcing Law’s attention back on him. It’s a good thing that he can’t see Luffy on the floor. Good for him or else Law would have to gouge his eyes out…

“Make sure to get rid of his body properly,” he says and with that he ends the call. His erection is throbbing painfully and he can imagine more fun things to do than to make sure that his henchmen are doing their job right. So much more fun things…

Luffy tries to say something through the ball gag and earns himself a slap on his cheek. Not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to feel the sting. He feels how warm the skin gets as he gently caresses it with his thumb, humiliating the boy even further.

He lets out a soft whine, fresh tears springing to his eyes but Law can feel his little cock twitch against his leg.

What a good little whore he is, enjoying to be treated like a worthless dog.

“Why so impatient doll?” he asks with a smirk, patting his thigh, “be a good little pet and come sit in my lap.”

Luffy gets up from floor immediately and climbs into his lap like he was told.

Good boy.

With his index, he softly brushes over Luffy’s erection, making the boy shudder in his lap. “Want me to remove this?” he asks while slightly tugging at the gag.

The teen nods vigorously and Law feels generous. He reaches behind his head to undo the buckle and removes the ball. Luffy starts coughing weakly. Tears stream down his cheeks and fuck he looks so unbelievably sexy; Law’s pants are getting tighter by the second. “You don’t like being gagged baby?”

When Luffy doesn’t answer Law grabs a fistful of his black hair and jerks his head back forcefully. The choked out scream sounds like an angel’s choir to the older man’s ear.

Grip still firmly in Luffy’s hair he goes to undo his slacks with his free hand, cock springing free and standing proudly against his stomach.

Luffy’s gaze wanders down to Law’s dick, eyes full with desire. What a perfect little cock-slut – fuck!

“But you love to get your mouth stuffed full with my cock, don’t you.” It’s not even a question. Law knows exactly how much the boy loves to choke on his dick. With his oral fixation he comes easily just from Law’s length shoved down his throat.

Fuck, once again he is reminded just how fucking perfect Luffy is for him.

“Law please,” he begs sweetly, “I don’t want to wait any longer… please fuck me already!”

Finally letting go of his hair, Law tugs at the leash again. “Oh? You don’t want to wait any longer yeah?” he asks mockingly, “want me to bend you over my desk and fuck you stupid? Hm, that’s it right? You want me fill your slutty little hole to the brim with my fat cock and fuck you hard and fast.”

Luffy moans his agreement, subconsciously rocking his hips to get a little bit of release at least.

The tattooed smirks and tugs on the leash again. “Well I have news for you baby boy: this is not about what you want. Now tell me; who’s the one holding the leash baby.”

“Y-you,” he stammers meekly.

“Exactly. And that makes you what?”

“Y-your… your p-pet…”

Gently he pats the teen’s cheek; smiling softly, satisfied with the answer. “See, you can be such a good boy.” Leaning in he whispers against Luffy’s lips: “Good boys get rewards.”

Luffy melts against him as soon as their lips meet. He’s so weak for kisses, it’s adorable.

“So fucking pretty baby,” he mutters, “now, what do I want to do with you…”

His tattooed hands wander to Luffy’s thighs, groping at the exposed skin right above the thigh highs. He pulls at the garter and lets it snap back against his skin.

“Fuck you look so sexy. So sexy for me darling.” Soon he lets his hands wander down to his butt, the soft skin feeling just right in his hands. He kneads the plump butt for a moment, enjoying all the noises coming from Luffy.

“Want to ride my cock, baby?”

He nods, letting out another desperate whine as Law suddenly pulls his cheeks apart - moving the panties to the side aswell - to tug at the butt plug inside of him. “This not enough?”

“N-no! N-not enough! Please… your cock… please!”

Law huffs. “Filthy slut.” The boy shudders at the insult and Law grins. “You really love my cock, huh?”

“Yes! Yes… love it, love it! Law fuck me, please!”

Without a warning whatsoever, Law removes the plug from his slick, lubed up hole and tosses it on the floor. He grabs Luffy’s thighs to hoist him up in the air and line himself up with the teen’s gaping entrance. He cries out Law’s name when he enters him in one swift motion, stuffing his tight little ass to the brim.

“Now be a good little toy for me and ride my cock.”

Without further instructions, Luffy obeys and starts bouncing up and down Law’s length, squeezing him oh so perfectly. “H-hah… Law… oh god! S-so big!”

Law pulls on the leash again, bringing Luffy’s face closer to crash their lips together. Licking his lips he demands for the boy to open his mouth. He, of course, gives in easily and lets Law slip his tongue inside his hot mouth. He licks into it greedily; his own taste still lingering on the younger’s tongue.

They have to part for air soon and Law stops to admire the boy in his lap. The lingerie looks delicious on him, even more so with the debauched look on his pretty face. He’s a mess of tears, cum and drool.

A fucking masterpiece is what he is.

“Good boy,” he praises and Luffy picks up the speed of his movements. He takes Law’s huge cock easily, lifting himself up until only the tip is inside of him and then slams down until his full length is nestled balls-deep inside of him again.

“Please,” he begs, “L-ahh p-please… let me touch… hah… you.”

His speech is slurred and his legs are trembling. With his panties already drenched in pre-cum, Law decides to have mercy with the teen. He frees his little cock and starts to pump him lazily, all while Luffy continues to fuck himself on Law’s dick.

“Hngh… s-so close… hah… please…”

Oh no, that won’t do.

He pulls on the leash – hard – making him fall forwards into Law’s chest. He whines helplessly, being completely at Law’s mercy, yet his ass continues to bounce up and down on the cock inside of him.

“If you cum now,” Law growls, “you will get punished.”

Luffy buries his face in the crook of Law’s neck and sobs: “P-Please…!”

“Do you understand?”

When Luffy only nods his head weakly against Law’s neck, he grips his hair again and yanks his head back. In his deep voice he growls: “You answer me if I ask you a question! Or do you rather not want to talk, huh? Is it that? You want me to gag you again?”

Luffy lets out a sob, a pathetic little sound, and shakes his head as much as he can manage with Law's tight grip holding him in place. “N-no! Please Law… I’m s-sorry…”

“Yeah? You’re going to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes! I-I’m a good boy f-for you!”

Suddenly Law grabs his butt, digs his fingers into the soft flesh, making Luffy mewl in protest when he lifts him off his cock. He stands up from his chair and puts Luffy back down on the floor where he stands on wobbly legs, knees almost giving out under his weight. 

The older man moves his laptop aswell as a few important documents to the side before he slams Luffy face first down onto the desk. With one hand he pushes his face down on the varnished wood while the other is busy groping his butt. He spreads his cheeks and lets out a whistle at the sight.

“Look at that slutty hole,” he chuckles, “it’s twitching. Miss my cock already?”

Before the teen can answer, Law lets go off him completely and takes a step back to give himself some room to admire his toy. His cock feels neglected, missing the tight heat around him, so he wraps his hand around the shaft and starts to sloppily jerk himself off to the erotic picture in front of him.

Luffy lets out a needy moan and wiggles his ass in the air. He holds himself up on his tippy-toes on shaky legs. Law is sure he wouldn’t be able to support his own weight were it not for his upper body to lie flat on the wooden desk.

He looks beautiful; skin glistening with sweat, his black hair a mess and the cute white lingerie a beautiful contrast to how lewd he actually looks.

“Law… please!”

The older man clicks his tongue. “God you’re such a filthy little whore. Acting as if you’re dying without my cock deep inside your ass. Are you that desperate?”

“Y-yes,” he admits with a sob, “n-need it. Need your cock. Please!”

How could he say no to Luffy’s sweet begging?

Quickly Law lines himself up with his greedily fluttering hole and pushes his whole length in with one swift snap of his hips, making the teen moan out his name like it’s a prayer.

Oh, Law definitely is his god and lucky for his little pet, he intends to listen to Luffy’s prayers.

He starts fucking him hard and fast, exactly how he likes it, making sure to hit the sweet spot inside of him with every thrust. He grunts when Luffy tightens up even more, fucking into him even harder. “Fuck you’re so tight baby, feels so good! Aren’t you a perfect slut for me?”

Luffy is panting heavily, his small body being pushed forward with every snap of Law’s hips. It must hurt, the older thinks briefly, the way his skin grazes against the desk. However; from the blissed out look on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

Law has a firm grip on the younger’s waist, gripping the flesh so hard it will probably leaves bruises for Law to admire the next day. He loves to leave his marks all over his body, making sure that everyone knows Luffy is his and his alone!

“How is it baby boy?” he purrs, leaning forward and blanketing his body with his own much larger one. He nibbles on the boy’s ear, not slowing down his harsh thrusts, and then moves down to his neck; deciding that he needs a few marks there too. “Do you like it to get fucked open by my cock baby?”

“God yes,” Luffy all but screams. His voice sounds hoarse from how hard he got his throat fucked earlier. It makes his sweet moans even sexier. “P-please Law… it’s so good… hahh… your c-cock feels so good! I-I want to cum… god please Law let me cum…!”

The teen begs and sobs, tears flowing freely down his red cheeks. Law kisses them away before capturing his swollen lips for a passionate kiss. It’s almost gentle – for his standard it sure is – but his thrusts are incredibly rough.

Sometimes while fucking Luffy, he thinks he will break him; that there has to be a point for the teen where he just can’t take it anymore. But Luffy keeps surprising him; he never asks Law to slow down or to stop. He just keeps fucking taking it – hell – he even demands Law to give him more.

It’s almost making him dizzy how perfect Luffy is for him...

Only when it comes to sex of course, he quickly adds to his own thought. For Law there doesn’t exist anything else outside of a sexual relationship.

Law rises to his full height again to thrust deeper and harder into the mess that is Luffy.

He growls: “Yeah? Then cum for me baby!”

As soon as the command is spoken, Luffy comes undone on Law’s cock, spilling his hot seed on the expensive wood. He’ll get a punishment for this later but right now Law couldn’t care less. His vision turns blurry for a few seconds when Luffy tightens even more around him during his orgasm, almost as if he tries to suck in more of Law’s dick when he’s already stuffed full. What a slut…

Luffy goes slack after he comes down from his high, basking in his afterglow as he lies limply on the desk, still getting pushed forward from Law’s hard thrusts.

Arousal rushes hot through his veins; he’s close too but not ready to let the fun end just yet.

Luffy slowly comes back into reality. He whimpers softly as Law keeps fucking him past his orgasm to the point of overstimulation. Drool drips down his chin as he cries and whines: “Law… ahh Law please! N-no more! ‘s too much… hah… please!”

The soft pleas turn him on even more and he picks up his pace, fucking him even harder.

He grabs Luffy by the hair and yanks him up; his back arching so much it actually looks painful.

“N-no! L-ahh please s-stop,” he sobs while contradicting his own words by raising his ass higher up in the air to give the older man better access.

His face is a wreck, his puffy cheeks red and wet from new tears. The sight sets something animalistic inside of Law free. He wants to take apart what's left of him; until he owns him completely. The thought alone drives him crazy.

“You love it!” he grunts in his ear. “Love to get fucked until you’re nothing more than a crying, wrecked mess. A perfect little toy for me to use…”

“L-Law it’s… hah… it’s t-too much. Please…!”

Law’s thrusts start to get more frantic as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm.

The begging for him to stop continues on, spurring Law on to go at it even harder. They have a safe word for when Luffy seriously wants him to stop; he made sure to go through it again before they started, so he’s not worried for Luffy’s well-being at all.

“You can take it. I know you love it baby. Admit it!” he demands, “Tell me what a good whore you are for me!”

Luffy gives in easily. There’s no resistance left in him. Exactly how Law wants him to be. Fucking him stupid until he’s nothing more than a mess and listens to Law’s every word, until he submits to Law completely – that’s how Law likes it best. And Luffy too, he knows.

“L-love it,” he moans loudly, “l-love your cock so much! Law… ahh… I love it! I love you…”

Hearing the last part, Law gets pushed over the edge. He comes hard, spilling his hot cum deep inside of Luffy, filling him even more.

With a few more lazy thrusts he rides out his mind-blowing orgasm before he pulls out. Luffy whimpers at the sudden loss and pushes his butt up higher in the air as if asking Law to stuff him full again. Unbelievable!

He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he watches his cum drip out of Luffy’s gaping hole. The sight never ceases to mesmerize him. He takes a mental note to prevent his seed from leaking out of the teen with a plug next time. Leaving it in the whole day and watching him squirm, he thinks to himself with a smirk on his lips, that's gonna be a lot of fun.

A sob coming from Luffy snaps him out of it. He grabs a tissue from the desk and quickly wipes himself clean, tucking himself back in his pants before cleaning the cum dripping out of the younger.

He frees his hands, tossing the ribbon to the side, and scoops him up in his arms. Sitting down on his chair again he makes sure that Luffy sits in his lap comfortably before he presses soft kisses to his lips, cheeks and forehead. Long tattooed fingers run through Luffy’s damp hair as Law soothes him and helps him to calm down again. “You did so well baby,” he praises, kissing him again softly. “So amazing. You're so beautiful darling. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Luffy mumbles, cuddling closer to him. “Just… tired.”

“Yeah? Okay we can go to bed and cuddle. Would you like that?”

The teen perks up at that. He looks up at Law through half-lidded eyes and smiles a sleepy little smile, nodding his head as enthusiastically as he can manage in his exhaustion. So cute…

He nuzzles his nose in the tattooed man's neck and lets out a happy sigh.

Law rolls his eyes; Luffy is always so clingy after rough sex… but he doesn’t really mind it and he knows how important aftercare is. And he sure as hell won’t let Luffy drop!

“Okay. But first we’ll take a hot bath. And get you something to drink.”

He mutters something unintelligible – probably expressing his agreement – and Law takes it as his cue to get up from his seat with the teen in his arms, making his way towards his bathroom.

A soft smile appears on his lips when the younger starts to softly snore, already dozing off. He presses a sweet kiss on top of his head.

It's almost a shame that he has to strip Luffy out of the sexy underwear to take a bath. He'll definitely has to wear this one again. Especially the choker and the leash; after all, his little sunshine makes an excellent pet. 

And his training isn't done yet either.

[thorne93]

Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 30)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 2819

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy​​​​​​, @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​ - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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While you and the rest of the BAU worked on the Bay Harbor case, Dexter and Doakes and several others went to another case where a step daughter was dead. Doakes wanted to believe the step father did it, and Dexter backed him up, although it was false. Doakes arrested the step father and continued to question him, even though Dexter put the report on his desk that proved otherwise. 

When the team took a break, you and Spencer went back to Dexter’s lab and started chatting before an older woman came into the room. 

“Oh, uh, Dexter, can I talk to you a moment?” she asked, tossing a glance your way.

“They’re fine, Camille,” he assured. 

She came in and sat down and explained that Doakes was chasing after the records that Dexter had wanted, and when she told him the same thing, he got angry and made her scared. Dexter vowed he would take care of it and she thanked him before leaving, nodding to you and your husband. 

“Doakes is really starting to piss me off,” Dexter muttered as he wheeled over his station. 

“Wait, you care that he threatened her?” Spence suddenly asked, his brows furrowing. 

“Of course?” he responded, confused. “She’s a good friend. She’s nice. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. She does her job and does it well. Doakes is just a fucking asshole trying to scare a nice woman.”

You gave a sympathetic smile before saying, “Well we should head back. See you later.” 

As the two of you walked back towards the conference room, Spencer quietly said, “I’m a little impressed at his compassion for that woman… Maybe I misunderstood him.” 

The next few minutes were spent going over the manifesto. Spencer offered psycholinguistics. But nothing really moved forward that day, thankfully.

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Two days had passed since the manifesto came to light. All of you were analyzing each sentence when suddenly there was a commotion in the bullpen. All of you turned around to see what it was when you saw it was Dexter, getting slammed to the ground by Doakes. 

“What the fuck?” you hissed quietly before scrambling to get up out of your seat and go out through the doors and into the bullpen.

As soon as you got to him, Doakes was hitting him repeatedly. You went to pull Doakes off, but Batista and another detetive pulled Doakes off of Dexter before you could. As soon as he was off, you helped Dexter up, fawning all over him. 

“Are you alright?” you asked fervently, your hands on his chest. 

He nodded slightly, eyeing Doakes as if he truly feared him. 

“Shit, no you’re not alright, you’re bleeding.” You grabbed a tissue off the desk he was leaning against, dabbing at the blood. 

LaGuerta came out and ordered Doakes a suspension. He was escorted out and then you led Dexter back to his lab. 

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” you quietly said. 

Once he got back to his lab and he sat down, you began opening up the cotton swabs and peroxide. 

“So,” you started, working on the wound, “you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“I’m trying to get Doakes out of here, and off my case, and make him look like the crazy fucker he is,” he explained. 

“Ah, I see. Well, I trust your judgement, even if you didn’t tell me about Olson.” You smirked down at him before grabbing gauze. 

“Sorry again.”

You waved him off. 

“How are you doing with the whole not killing thing?” you asked. “Aside from Olson.”

“Surprisingly well.” 

“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” you mused with a grin. 

“Thanks for being my savior,” he teased. 

You made a playful face at him. “Don’t make it a habit of getting your assed kicked. I won’t always be there.” 

He smiled and you two returned to your individual work. 

At this point Masuka was going over what he’d gotten from another linguist he sent the manifesto ff to. Batista was going over what he interpreted. Two other officers said the unsub was politically motivated. Then arguments started throughout the room before Rossi suddenly said, “This is what he wants.” 

Debra looked at your boss. “He wants a cluster fuck?” 

“He’s always been a private person, killing silently. Now suddenly he’s a media junkie? It doesn't fit the profile.” 

Everyone frowned at his revelation, realizing he was right. 

“But who would do that?” he prompted. 

“Law enforcement,” Luke responded. “They know what we are looking for.” 

With that, a heavy tension fell over the room. It snaked its way into your skin too. This meant you just pushed the investigation closer to yourself and Dex. 

“As of right now, this is a FBI central case. We’re going to investigate all eighteen cases with a fine tooth comb, which means that Miami PD - you’re under investigation. Full cooperation is an unspoken understanding here.”

“No offense, sir, uh, Agent Rossi, but if you do this, you risk alienating the force,” Batista said. 

“We go where the chase leads us,” he responded. 

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That night, you and the guys were catching dinner at a local seafood place. 

“So much for that manifesto,” Dexter said before taking a swig of his beer, disappointment lacing his voice.

“I really thought it would work,” Spencer responded with a dejected tone.

At least they weren’t fighting. 

“What are we gonna do?” you asked desperately. 

“Well I know what I’m going to do,” Dexter said. 

“Another brilliant solo idea?” Spencer asked and you couldn’t tell if it was a teasing question or actually filled with malice. 

“Actually, I’m telling you what I’m doing so it’s not a solo idea,” Dexter shot back with a grin. “No, I think I’ve decided it’s actually best if I stay in the shadows. I don’t do well being proactive.” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I guess all your best work has always been hidden.”

“I agree,” Spence chimed in. “We should just react to whatever the case brings up.” 

Everyone agreed and Spencer suddenly said, “Also, Dexter you’re going to be called in. Rossi wants to discuss some bloodwork with you so, get a good night’s rest.” 

“Aww, Spencer is that some form of compassion I hear in your voice?” Dexter inquired, trying not to laugh.

“It’s a cautious warning to help you and protect my wife, nothing else,” he coolly replied. 

“You’re just a big softee,” Dexter replied. 

Spencer stared at him and said, “If you keep this shit up I will turn you in right now.”

“Spence,” you chided. 

Spencer relaxed and the three of you finished dinner before heading your separate ways to sleep. 

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When Rossi pulled Dexter into the room to question him, your nerves were on fire. Rossi was a skilled man, albeit not as keen as you were at profiling. He was still very much brilliant and you were incredibly worried he would see through him. Dexter relied on charm and wit, but Rossi could always see through that, especially when it came to a high profile murder case. 

You sat in the bull pen trying not to think about it or watch them, but you were bouncing your leg and becoming restless. Spencer saw you and came over to sit next to you,putting his hand on your knee, to silently signal that you needed to stop being so fidgety. 

“Hey, it’s alright,” he assured quietly. “We need to focus on the cases, combing through them,” he reminded. 

You were nodding, about to respond when Batista and Deb found some lead. They announced they were going to see a citizen that took notes all the time, so they wanted to see if he had anything of value. You just shook your head, writing it off. What would some random citizen know? 

Unfortunately, that answer would come back to bite you later. 

When Dexter exited the interview, he was clearly unhappy and that made you swallow. Of course you knew Dexter would never hurt you, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a very eerie man when he was upset. 

“Your boss is very astute,” Dexter complimented as he sat down next to you and Spencer. 

“Yes, he is,” Spencer agreed, seeming uninterested. 

“Look at this fucking jackpot,” Debra said as she walked in, throwing a heavy box onto her desk. The three of you looked up to see Batista carrying one of his own, and dropping it on his desk. 

“Jackpot?” you asked, trying to sound professionally curious and not mortified. 

“This guy lives next to Rodrigo, he takes notes on every fucking thing. We get the joy of sorting through all this,” she informed, as if she were clever. 

“That will help, how?” Dexter asked. 

“Because he might have something on the night Rodrigo was killed. A description of the gy, the car, something to go on,” she explained. “Hey, Agent Reid, do you care to help read over these? Since you’re like super fast at this shit.” 

“Sure, give me a few moments to finish this case and I’ll help,” he obliged. 

You wanted to give him a look that begged him not to help, but you couldn’t. Spence had to pretend he was on the case, and furthermore he had to show he was a team player. It was absolutely exhausting trying to keep up with the appearances. 

As the day wrapped up, Dexter walked out with you. You and Dexter went to his place for a casual night in, while Spencer stayed behind at the station for another hour or so before going back to the hotel.  

Batista and the guys called asked to go out. Dexter confirmed with you if it was alright if he went. You said you weren’t his girlfriend so the two of you went out. He went bowling and you sat by and simply watched. It gave Batista and Masuka plenty of time to try and find out even more about you, but you just stayed focused on Dexter. 

As everyone came out of the alley, you and Dexter were laughing about something before you saw a guy run up behind Dexter. 

“Dex!” you shouted as he made his way around a car in front of you. 

Dexter tried to find him off with his bowling ball bag, but the guy just kept coming after him knife in hand. The guy was able to punch Dexter in the face before slicing at him, cutting his arm. You jumped into action without thinking. You kicked towards him, hitting his ribs but as you went to go to kick him again, he gathered himself quickly, jumped in his truck and sped off. 

The other Miami PD officers heard the commotion and came over, guns out. They checked on Dexter, seeing if he needed to be taken to a hospital. You assured them you’d take care of him.

You got behind the wheel of his car, Dexter in the passenger seat. 

“Do you need a hospital?” you asked. 

“No, I’m fine. Just need to patch it up.”

“Okay, we can do that at your place. Why did you lie to them? That guy didn’t grab for your watch at all.” 

He didn’t say anything though. He averted his gaze out the passenger window as you drove. 

“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to lie to me right now? After everything we’ve been through? Dex, what the hell. Who was that?” 

“It was my mother’s killer. Jiminez.” 

“Why was your mother’s killer after you? How did he know you’d be there?” 

“He must’ve followed me…” He sighed. “Look, a few weeks ago, I went to Naples. I found my mother’s killer, learned he was alive.” 

“You told me he was alive…. But you never told me you went to see him, why not?  What the fuck?” 

“My sponsor told me to do it. She said I should face him, talk to him, tell him what he took from me.”

“That’s the most idiotic idea I’ve ever heard. Do you hear yourself? And you also didn’t tell me? I thought we told each other everything. I’ve told you about my marital problems and everything else.”

“I know. I should've told you.” 

“So why didn’t you?” 

“I guess because I realized it was stupid the second I did it. I also didn’t want to add any more to your plate.” 

You bobbed your head side to side. “Well, I appreciate that, but now he knows where you bowl and he nearly stabbed you.”

You pulled into his apartment complex. You jumped out and grabbed his stuff before jogging up the stairs to unlock his door. You got inside and he sat on his bed, at your order, and you gathered the tools to clean up his cut. 

He took his shirt off and you came back into the bedroom sitting beside him on the bed. 

“Oh, well it’s not too deep,” you commented. You set to work on the wound. “So, you weren’t going to tell me about your mom’s killer, fine. I don’t like you keeping me in the dark, but that’s your personal business. So you obviously didn’t kill him, did you get anything from visiting him?” 

“No,” he affirmed.

“So what are you going to do? You can’t just have this guy stalking you.”

“You’re right. I’m going to kill him.”

“What? Dex… No, come on, you’ve made such good progress,” you begged, finishing cleaning the wound. 

He took his hand and put it on yours, getting you to stop working on him. He held your hand, staring at you. He started to speak softly, “Y/N, whether or not Harry made me what I am, I am what I am. I know I’m not a monster to you, and I’m starting to believe you, but for better or worse, I am a killer. The minute I let my guard down, I almost got killed. I have to kill him. It’s part closure, part who I am.” 

You nodded. “I understand. So… you’re going to kill him?”

You didn’t like it. You were somewhat hoping to cure Dexter of his desires, but he’d tried this route, and truth be told, you did understand. If you found the person responsible for killing someone you loved, you’d take the same revenge. You knew you had to be supportive of him in this. 

“I have to.”

“I want to be there, to help you, if you’ll have me. This is something big in your life and I’d like to help.” 

He stared at you. “I’d like that a lot, actually. I’d also like it if your husband came along.”

You pulled away from him, your hand and all. You were shocked. “What? Spencer? Why? Are you insane?” 

“Don’t you see? His issue with us is all in his head. He doesn’t know how we work, how I work. He needs to see us in action. Maybe then it would kill off all of his illusions. He’s made up this idea in his head that is probably far worse than what we actually do.” 

“This is insane. No! We can’t invite him!”

“You've told me yourself that the only person he loves as much as you is his mother Now, I’m trying to get revenge for my mother. He can understand that. When that woman had his mother held hostage, he strangled her. If this doesn’t bond us, nothing will.”

A sigh escaped you as you stood up and gathered the things to clean up. “It’s not the worst idea… I suppose you’re right. If showing him how we operate at any time would work, now would be the time.” 

“It’s the one case he could possibly completely sympathize with.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’ll ask him. You should be good, by the way.” 

“Thank you,” he gently said. “I’m glad you were with me tonight. If you weren’t there, he could’ve done a lot worse than a cut on the arm. He was behind me, I didn’t see him--” he shook his head, staring off as if he was already contemplating how to do it. 

“Well, I did, and that’s all that matters.” 

“What’s worse is you upstaged me in a fight,” he said with a bit of a smile. “I’m supposed to be the vigilant, tactful killer. It would appear that around you, I have a weak spot.” 

Bobbing your head side to side you mused, “Well, since I did protect you and warn you, maybe I’m not a blind spot, but a guardian angel.” You smiled at him warmly. “I warned you about everything in the case. I’ll always be on your side, helping you.” 

“Yeah, despite all the things that should’ve told you to run.” 

“I’d never do that to you.”

“I know.”

The two of you smiled at each other before wrapping up your evening and heading home to talk to Spencer about Dexter’s plan.

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hey! i basically just found your blog but from what i can see, you’re truly talented. can i please have prompt 10 w/ Peggy for the Pride Month Drabble? thank you in advance, keep up the great work! 🌟

Aw that’s so sweet of you! Thank you so much! You absolutely can have my queen! I may have completely lost the plot and made this far longer than a drabble is meant to be, but my love for Peggy can’t be contained!

“I don’t know whether I want to do her or be her”

Ship: Peggy Carter x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Triggers: Kidnapping, mentions of torture

Your hands clasped tightly behind you, cold metal cutting into your wrists as you struggled to pull at the restraints. A cramp had been slowly growing in your forearms over the past few hours, a mixture of the odd position and the repetitive tugging in your attempt to escape causing the muscles to ache dull and deep. Not that your legs were doing any better, folded beneath you in a kneel you couldn’t get out of with the joint restraints around your ankles. Exhaustion threatened to take over you, but the anger and bitterness towards your current situation drove you forwards.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking you’re going to achieve with that,” a somewhat amused drawl came from beside you, as if the dingy warehouse with it’s wallowing breezes hadn’t been bothering him for the many hours you had been stuck there. He had been surprisingly quiet for a while now, not that you could tell exactly how long, and you had begun to think, or rather hope, he had finally fallen asleep. But no, he was awake, and you had very little doubt he would return to the quiet you had begun to relish. Silence and Howard Stark were far too rare a treat, and you knew you wouldn’t be gifted it again so soon.

“I’m trying to get out of here,” you bit back harshly, eyes flashing with anger towards the man who, in your mind, was the very reason you were trapped there. If he had just kept his damn mouth shut maybe things could have gone differently, maybe you wouldn’t have been stuck in such a painful position with bruises forming from the senseless beating your captors had enforced upon you, maybe you wouldn’t have even been seen when they came for him and you could have raised the alarm instead of being trapped alongside your boss.

“And how’s that going for you?” he practically laughed, the jilt in his voice causing your scowl to only deepen in response. You could feel his gaze on you, that mischievous gleam to his eyes that you were far too used to seeing whenever he didn’t want to address any work you needed his approval on. At any other time you might have laughed, perhaps rolled your eyes at your boss’ sense of humour, but you were far from amused by this point.

“I have a better chance of escaping by actually trying than sitting here making stupid comments,” you snarked in return, your eyes flashing dangerously in his direction as if to almost dare him to continue with his jesting manner. But there was never a challenge that Howard Stark could ignore, it was what made him such a brilliant inventor, and such a pain in the ass of a friend.

“And yet here we both are,” he mused, his smile growing smug as you faced him properly. “Look, doll, I’m sure someone will get us out of here soon.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, he was probably right. Someone had to come for you at some point, there was no point simply leaving you chained alone in some freezing abandoned warehouse without wanting something from you, or rather your boss. And then there was that, Howard couldn’t simply go missing without someone being worried, alright, he could, but not without Mr Jarvis at the very least having some clue as to where he was. Surely he would raise the alarm at some point, maybe he already had. Didn’t Howard have all those connections with the SSR and whatnot? Surely people would find you at some point, the only question was who would get there first, your captors or your savours? “But the question is who?”

Silence fell over the large empty space, your words settling into your very bones as thoughts and images of saviors and enemies flitted across both of your minds, filling you with that unspoken dread that had been lingering in the air, threateningly before you had dared speak. 

This wasn’t your fight, if your captors came back they only really wanted Stark, you were hardly useful no matter what their intentions were. Would they use you as insurance against him? Torture you to give him insentive to help them? You were only his employee, his friend at best. Surely they wouldn’t try that. But if not, what was the purpose of keeping you there? Were you only there until someone higher up the food chain decided you were unimportant and killed you? There were no positive outcomes for you, at least Howard was useful, you were a nobody to these people. Your future was looking bleaker by the second.

A clattering of metal, drew you from your thoughts, your gaze quickly lifting from the ground to the doorway that sat ominously against the far wall. But no movement could be seen through the small glass window, only the same flickering light that had been slowly attempting to drive you insane over the hours. A shared glance with Howard told you that you hadn’t been imagining things, his jaw clenched tightly as he watched apprehensively, the first flickers of fear to show on his features since you had both been stolen from the sidewalk and shoved into the back of a car blindfolded and bound. Something was happening, and you had no idea whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, but either way your stomach was clenching with anxiety.

A soft gulp from the man next to you, and you lifted yourself up as high as you could with your wrists and ankles still bound behind you, attempting to get a better view of the scene playing out in the other room. But even from your new slightly raised position, pulling yourself as high as your cuffs and aching thighs would let you, all you could make out was a rush of shadows. Whatever was happening wasn’t good, but whether it was not good for you or for your captors you couldn’t tell. 

Chewing on the inside of your cheek in an anxious need to simply do something, you looked to Howard in silent question. Should you be trying to call out? To make your location known? Or should you be doing your damnedest to stay as far away from whatever was going on outside as possible? The dull sound of a body hitting a brick wall with a resounding ‘oof’ managed to echo its way towards you, and every inch of you felt on fire as your nerves went into overdrive. This was it, you were either about to be saved or killed, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

The dull sounds came to a sudden stop, a hint of hope captivating you as you wondered whether that meant someone had come to save you. But you didn’t want to get your hopes up just yet. 

The sharp tapping of heels against concrete seemed to resonate towards you as the door to your makeshift cell was pulled open with force. You could barely make out the figure that stood there, the light streaming in from behind her, but from the stance, outline of a pencil skirt, and propped hip, you knew damn well she wasn’t there to hurt you. A small smile started to play on your lips as Howard sighed loudly in relief.

“‘Bout time Pegs!” he called out in faux irritation, a chuckle already making its way from his lips before he had even managed to get the words out. So this was her, the infamous Peggy Carter that Howard couldn’t speak highly enough of, well, in his own manner. You may not be able to see her well from your current position, but by the number of sprawled out men laying on the ground behind her, you could definitely understand where he was coming from.

A flick of a light switch and she was making her way towards you, no longer hidden by shadows. Perhaps it was the fact that she had come to save you, or the fact she had seemingly taken down your captors single handedly, but even from afar you were captivated. She wore a tired smile, as if she was used to this rubbish happening all the time, ready to retort to Howard’s words without hesitation.

Before you could even exclaim your shock, movement was coming up behind her. Your mouth fell open, wanting to warn her, but with a quick step to the side she missed the attack, already sweeping out a leg to take out the man who had attempted to blindside her and throwing him to the ground. He was barely on his knees, scrambling to get back up when her fist was thrown in his direction, knocking him out cold.

Your mouth hung open in shock, glancing between the woman who simply righted her jacket as she made sure the man was truly out, and the man next to you who was simply watching on with that irritatingly amused smirk of his. In a low voice you leaned ever so slightly towards your boss. “I don’t know whether I want to do her or be her,” you practically whispered.

A bark of laughter came from the man, but it was quickly swallowed as he properly took in your words, comprehension drawing his eyebrows impossibly high on his forehead as he turned his attention fully towards you now, finally unable to find any words to say.

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An Electrifying Gift

Seymour gives Audrey a gift with disastrous results.

The second the clock struck 6 o’clock, Mr. Mushnik was out the door without so much as a goodbye. It left Audrey and Seymour alone in the shop quietly giggling to themselves at their boss’ enthusiasm to leave.

“He does that every night yet it still tickles me.” Audrey said while gently chuckling.

“It’s the happiest I ever see him.” Seymour replied eliciting a hearty snort from Audrey which, embarrassed, she tried to play off.

Both silently pondered the irony: Mr. Mushnik couldn’t wait to leave the shop on a night whereas both Seymour and Audrey couldn’t wait for opening so they could see each other again.

“So, um, Audrey...I have something for you. I wanted to wait until Mr. Mushnik left before I gave it to you.” Seymour said, too nervous to look her in the eyes. He went into the back room to retrieve it.

She was dumbfounded. “You got me a gift?” Nobody ever showed her such kindness. She was used to going without on Christmases, birthdays etc. Rather than complain, she lowered her expectations and rarely asked for anything.

He handed her something that’s shape did not give it away. It was wrapped in toilet paper and she looked at him, slightly confused.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have any wrapping paper or anything…” They both laughed at Seymour’s ability to compromise.

“No, no, I don’t mind at all!” She was delighted regardless.

“Yeah, sorta. I-It’s nothing special but I figured you could use it. Especially after the other night and all.” She smiled sadly at the memory.

A few nights ago, one of the worst storms Skid Row had ever seen went into full swing just moments before Audrey was going to leave the shop to head home. She watched out the window in horror, remembering that she didn’t have so much as a jacket to cover her. The walk to her apartment would only take a minute but that was long enough for her to get drenched. And, unbeknownst to Seymour, she had another shift that night and she wouldn’t have had time to properly get ready again.

Seymour sprung into action, remembered that he had an umbrella downstairs and gallantly offered to walk her home.

On the walk home, a group of men spotted Audrey and proceeded to make offensive gestures at her and yell out what they thought were compliments. Seymour could sense how scared she was as they quickened their pace to her apartment.

The men got closer and closer. The closer they got, the more Audrey panicked and fumbled with her keys. Suddenly, Seymour felt a pull on his shirt as Audrey practically flung him into her apartment and locked the door behind them.

“That was close.” She said breathlessly and tried to compose herself. “You should stay here for a few minutes, just until they’re definitely gone.”

“They were oafs. Why would they behave that way? Surely there’s something wrong with them.” Seymour pondered, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t imagine talking that way to anyone, especially not a lady like Audrey.

“I’m just glad they didn’t touch me this time.” Audrey said nonchalantly.

“You know them?”

“Oh, not really. I’ve walked passed them a few times and they’re always like that. They did rip my slip a few weeks ago, that was terrifying actually. But what can you do? It’s Skid Row after all.” There was a sense of hopelessness in her voice and Seymour couldn’t help but feel that she didn’t belong in a place like this. He wished he could sweep her off her feet and take her somewhere that’s safe. Somewhere that’s wholesome. Somewhere that’s green.

Seymour couldn’t stop thinking about what she had told him. It had made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t bear the thought, he knew he had to do something.

As she unwrapped the gift, he watched hesitantly, hoping she liked it.

She held it in her hand and studied it, she’d never seen anything quite like it before. “Wow, this is bizarre. What is it?”

“It’s called a taser. You can use it to defend yourself. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said about those men and this place, I wanted to make sure you were safe. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” He cringed at the thought.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, genuinely touched by his small act of kindness. To know that someone would care if something happened to her meant more than Seymour could ever know.

“This is gonna make me feel so much better, Seymour. Thank you. Really, thank you.” She leaned forward and kissed his cheek while he blushed and internally patted himself on the back for making her smile.

“Gee, Audrey. It’s nothing, really.” He replied bashfully.

“It’s something.” She looked him deep in the eyes, ensuring that he knew how grateful she was. “So, how does it work?”

He took it from her hands and fiddled with it a little, trying to figure out the answer to her question. “The guy in the store told me, I think you just kinda…”

Suddenly, Audrey let out a pained combination of a squeal and scream, and fell with a thud to the floor.

“Audrey?!” Seymour kneeled beside her on the floor and pulled her into his arms. “Audrey, what happened?! Are you okay?!” He was so confused. Then, it hit him…

He had accidentally tased her.

“Oh, my God! Oh, no! No!” He felt for her pulse and, to his relief, it was there and it was still going strong. He determined that she must have just been knocked unconscious from the shock.

Valiantly, he scooped her limp body up into his arms and carried her down the stairs to the store basement/his home. Most days, he tripped down the stairs at least once so it was nothing short of a miracle that he didn’t lose his balance with Audrey in his arms.

He gently placed her on his cot and pulled a chair up beside her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. He had never felt so guilty in all of his life.

After around twenty minutes of rocking back and forward with his head in his hands, he heard a faint groan. Slowly, he lifted his head to see that Audrey was stirring gently. Still clearly weak.

“Audrey? Audrey?” He asked desperately.

“S-Seymour?” She replied, unable to fully open her eyes.

He took her hand in his and squeezed it a little. “It’s me, Audrey. Are you okay?”

She blinked her eyes a few times, adjusting to her surroundings. Groggily, she looked around the room and realized where she was. “Mmm, your bed is actually a lot more comfortable than I imagined.”

Now, it was Seymour’s turn to blink in confusion. She had thought about being in his bed before?

He moved a little closer next to her. “Can you sit up?” With that, he extended his hand to her.

“I-I think so.” As he pulled her up a little, she grimaced and grabbed her side in pain.

“I’m so sorry, Audrey.” Seymour said, shaking his head at himself.

“Why? What happened?” She couldn’t remember much beyond Mr. Mushnik leaving.

How could he tell her? “Well, I...I kinda...tased you.” Saying it out loud made him feel even more ashamed. He knew that countless other men had hurt her and he swore to himself that he never would.

She smirked a little. “You what?”

“I-I tased you.” He repeated with a straight face.

She let out a small gasp of disbelief. Then a tiny giggle. That giggle soon turned into a deep belly laugh as she flung herself back on the bed in a fit of hysterics.

To Seymour’s relief, she was finding humor in the situation. Her beautiful laugh was so contagious that Seymour couldn’t help but join in. The two sat in a fit of uncontrollable hysterics, unable to stop. It was a pretty great end to a pretty eventful night at Mushnik’s Flower Shop.

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Promotion

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Fluff, Businessman!AU (?) 

1.8k words

Anon Asked:

hoseok fluff please I’m majorly deprived :’( businessman AU (along the lines of him falling for her after meeting as colleagues or smth at first) please thank you 🐰💓

Hi Anon! Hope this is okay and I hope you feel better soon! 💓

The first time you had met him was during a Monday morning meeting. “The new guy” Jung Hoseok.

He immediately caught your eye, obviously. His handsome face distracted your from everything. You couldn’t even respond properly to your boss when they asked you something. And the next couple of weeks were the same. Every time he walked into the room you were in you just… panicked. It was like you forgot how to be a normal, functional human being.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try your best: you had tried conversating with him multiple times and, though you were being awkward and cringey, those conversations were alright. He was a fun and sweet guy, which was just unfair. How could someone who is so gorgeous on the outside be so gorgeous on the inside too?

As a couple of months went by and you slowly fell for him more and more. And, though being in love with someone sounds like a lot of fun, it was the most stressful thing ever. Even as secretary of the CEO of this big company, you experienced being in love with Hoseok as more stressful.

A great guy like him couldn’t possibly not be in a relationship. And if he wasn’t, you probably weren’t his type anyway.

But lately you noticed he had been seeking more contact with you. You dared call it.. flirtatious. But that was a thought you cleared from you mind as soon as it crossed.

“You are looking lovely today.” he said while stepping out of the elevator “I love that color lipstick on you.”

You couldn’t help but blush “Thank you. You are looking rather fine yourself.” Rather fine? Really?

He smiled a beautiful smile “Thanks.” He leaned on your desk “I was wondering if you would like to have lunch with me today?”

That was another thing you liked about Hoseok he was a quite straight forward guy. He didn’t turn around the point to much. A quality you loved.

You were really surprised by that question though. Why would he want to have lunch with you? He usually sat with Yoongi and Jimin, his work buddies.

You knew it was going to be awkward, and you should probably have said no… but how could you possibly say no to a face like that? So you planned to meet up for lunch.

You hadn’t at all expected it to go the way it went. Though it had started off quite awkward on your side, he was the type of guy who just made you feel comfortable. Yes you still stuttered a bit, but you did really talk and laugh.  You had a great time and, seeing as he asked to have lunch with him the day after too, he enjoyed himself as well.

In the weeks that past you two had grown to be good friends. Yoongi and Jimin eventually joined you and so did your usual lunch friends. You ended up having lunch with a bunch of people.

After a couple of weeks Hoseok kept insisting for you to sit next to him. Before that you just kind of sat wherever, but now he kept an empty spot beside him at all times. And if you ended up sitting somewhere else he got up and sat down next to you. You of course didn’t mind that at all, you had a fallen in love with him and every time spend next to him seemed like a blessing, you just thought it was quite… odd.

You also noticed he started coming by you desk more often. At first it seemed legit, telling you he had meetings and asking you to make notes of stuff, but the more time passed the more his reasons started to feel like excuses to see you. You told yourself you were just imagining things, but you weren’t sure whether you believed yourself…

But things started to get really weird when Yoongi and Jimin started smiling like idiots every time they spotted you somewhere. And when Hoseok seemed like he blushed every time he saw you or talked to you. Something was definitely going on.

Hoseok exclaimed your name enthusiastically as he leaned onto your desk one afternoon.

You laughed and mimicked him teasingly “What can I do for you?”

He smiled a big smile “Guess who got promoted.”

Your eyes grew wide “You did!? Wow, that’s amazing! I told you you would!”

“Yeah, I’m now getting my own office and everything! I’m really excited.” He leaned on your desk.

“I’m really proud of you!” you laughed, this was a great thing for him. Even though you had known he would get promoted for while now, seeing as you were the secretary of the person who promoted him, you were thrilled.

He smiled and looked down as if he suddenly got shy “I thought… maybe we could celebrate this together? If you’d like.”

You smiled brightly “We should totally! We should plan something with Yoongi and stuff, did you tell them yet?” you immediately got your agenda to check what dates would work best, but honestly that was just because you were so used to planning stuff for your boss as soon as they said they wanted to make plans.

He chuckled shyly and rubbed his neck “No I-I haven’t told them yet… But I will! I just thought that maybe… we uh, could do something together… Just the two of us I mean. Without… them…” he tried not to blush but failed.

Your heart fluttered and you hoped that didn’t show on your face “Are you asking me out on a date?” you tried asking confidently. But your voice trembled a little. You hoped he hadn’t noticed.

He looked up grinning “I’m trying. Yeah.”

You chuckled and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear “I would like that.”

He looked like he wanted to jump in excitement “Great. We’ll talk abut that later, I have to move all my stuff so I’ll see you around.” And with that he ran out of the hallway back to the office.

Later that day you got an order from your boss to tell Hoseok about his first job as “promoted man”. So you walked into Hoseok’s new office and looked around. He was still busy moving everything so it was kind of messy, but he looked like he had everything under control and you were sure it was going to be lovely. He didn’t see or hear you enter, his back was turned towards the entrance while he was reaching into a box, so you knocked on the doorpost.

He turned around startled and smiled when he saw you and looked around proudly “Come to admire the new place?”

You nodded, though it wasn’t completely true.

He walked around you to close the door “Look I even have a little peek hole in the door.” He looked through it “How awesome is that?”

You chuckled at his silliness, he was like a child on Christmas morning “Super awesome.” He pulled you closer so you could watch through the peek hole.

“And I’m gonna get photographs and action figures and stuff. It’s going to be awesome.” He smiled in himself.

“Well that’s going to have to wait…” You started quietly.

He turned his head to look at you “Don’t tell me they take it back? I’m still promoted right?”

You placed your report on his new desk and reached for his arm, hoping that would calm him down “No you’re still promoted don’t worry!”

You saw him calm down a little “Then what is it?” he asked quietly, one of his hands resting in your side. Your skin tingled.  

You gulped slightly “Well… You’re leaving for a business trip to Japan tomorrow.” You smiled excitedly.

His eyes widened slightly and an even wider grin creeped up his lips ‘already’ he mouthed. But then his expression turned kind of sad, his eyes found yours “But what about our date..?”

You blinked. He had been serious?  He really, really wanted that? So badly that it was the first thing he thought of when you told him he was going to make a trip?

You slid your hand from his arm to his hand, his other hand still rested in you side. You both looked at your intertwined fingers, you hadn’t meant to stand in this pose at all, but it felt quite nice to have him so close nevertheless “I won’t be leaving. So we’ll just have to wait until you get back home…” you said it almost as quietly as a whisper.

But you were sure he had heard you, the hand resting in you side made its way up to you chin and carefully forced your face so you had to look Hoseok in the eye “What if you change you mind then? What if you don’t want to go out anymore?” it was merely more than a whisper.

You don’t know what got into you at that very moment, where you got the sudden confidence, let’s just say his eyes encouraged you. You didn’t have to do much more than stand on your toes for your lips to touch his, that’s how close you were standing already. It was a sweet kiss, more than just a peck but not quite enough to be qualify as making out. The hand resting on your chin changed position so it cupped your face.

You almost whined when he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours with a satisfied grin on his lips and his eyes looking into yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you the first time.” He said to break the silence.

“Me too…” You didn’t want this moment to end but you had other responsibilities, and he had to continue decorating his office and planning for the journey “We’ll text.” You took a step back, fingers still intertwined. It didn’t seem like he planned on letting go.

“We will. And then when I get back I’m gonna make you the best dinner you ever had.” He winked.

You laughed “I’m sure Gordon Ramsey will be shaking.” You opened the door and he finally let go of your hand “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Good luck packing everything.”

He nodded and turned back around to continue on what he had been doing.

You slowly walked back to the hall.

“Wait!” you turned around to find Hoseok rush towards you, a big beautiful smile on his handsome face.

He stopped in front of you and gave you a small piece of paper with some number scrambled on it “I figured it’d be easier to text when you have my number. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He brushed a lost strand of hair behind your ear and shyly kissed your cheek. After that he walked away, leaving you blushing with a big, stupid grin on your face.

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sprace “i’m sorry i ended up falling for you”

spot and race have fire in their hearts.

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The door creaked, warning Race before allowing a gush of cold air to collide with his face. The utility company must have seized their heat. He shuddered through his sigh and braved the breeze.

Upon entering the living room, Race realized Spot was nowhere to be found. Sometimes he would send a loud, usually incoherent greeting from the kitchen, other times he would merely grunt in response to Race’s call. Perhaps he needed to be induced into conversation.

“Hey, Spot?”

Grunt. There it was. It came from the couch where Race had suddenly noticed a large lump of dark blankets. With closer inspection, two icy blue eyes presented themselves from black holes in the fleece.

“You okay in there?” Race said with a fond chuckle.

“Yeah, get in.”

Race toed off his shoes and zipped up his sweatshirt before cramming into an open fold. Soon, his eyes were aligned with a chapped, lopsided grin.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You’re cute when you’re cold.”

Spot smiled at Race’s shoulder, still unfamiliar with casual compliments.

“How long has the heat been off?” Race smiled and leaned closer to Spot, softening the question.

“Um…” A shrug and flinch. “It was cold when I got home.”

“Okay…” Race rolled his shoulders back and took a deep breath. Deciding to move on for now, he leaned into Spot’s shoulder, drooping his weight onto the other. “How was work?”

“Fine. How about you?”

“What was fine about it?”

Spot ignored him, “Did your boss like your assignment?”

“Spot, how was your day?”

“I told you. Fine. Your turn. That’s how it works,” Spot wriggled, uneasy and awkward.

Race positioned his chin upon Spot’s shoulder.

“Spot.”

“Literally nothing happened. I don’t know what you want from me.” Spot was squeezing his shoulders up, lifting his body in hopes of floating away.

Race held his breath. Spot was heating into an unpredictable flame.

“Okay. We can either talk about the insane amount of work you do for a company that does not appreciate you or we can talk about the fact that one of us forgot to pay for the heat.”

“Fine,” Spot challenged, throwing the blankets off of them into a helpless splay of warmth on the floor. “Have it your way, Anthony.”

Race threw his arms up and let their heavy anger drive them back down.

“What is your problem?”

“Nothing!” Spot hissed. “You’re the one who started it.”

“By asking you how your day went and actually caring about the answer?” Race countered.

“I just- you’re just so- I can’t- argh! Just stop it! I can’t believe you.”

“You are so confusing!”

“You’ve made that clear! Why the heck are we even here? We can’t even pay for heat let alone get along! And we’re not even dating.” Spot was turning blue from the frigid air and his strained temper, heaving unevenly.

“What?” Race froze, craving comfort from Spot as well as repressing the desire to sock him real good.

“I-I don’t know!” Spot screeched, voice cracking in a growl as he leaned his elbows to his knees, jerking his hair with his hands. He let out a sharp breath as he let go, standing up slowly with rigid fingers. “You…you should go.”

“Spot…”

“It’s cold. I’m cold. It’s not like we’re boyfriends or anything. You don’t need to ask me how my day went or…or tell me I’m-I’m cute. or whatever. We’re friends who just live together. And now I guess we like to sleep together. Isn’t that all?”

“Is that all to you?” Race wasn’t sure Spot heard him. Race could barely understand his own words.

“You should go.” Spot was trembling. It must have been the cold.

“Okay.” Race turned slowly. Maybe to give Spot a chance to grab his arm and wrap him in apologies. Maybe because he could barely stand.

“Just…just go somewhere warm. Please.” Spot trailed behind Race, body wishing it was running away.

Race stopped at the door, his insides swirling with red anger and confusion. He turned, muscles stiff and clenched and unwilling to move.

“What about you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Without me?”

Spot hid his eyes, clenching them closed. No nod, no regard to Race’s statement at all. Perhaps that was the answer.

“I’m sorry I ended up falling for you.” Race closed the door with his words.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I fell for you too,” Spot told the door. But the door didn’t care. Not like Race.

***

two days and fifteen hours later

“Hello, is this Anthony Higgins?”

“Yes, this is he.” Race had barely pressed ‘answer’ in time. He was not expecting a call from the hospital.

“Right. I’m calling for the Regional Hospital. You’re the emergency contact for a Mister Sean Conlon?”

“I am?” A passing coworker raised an eyebrow at Race’s scattered façade.

“Are you familiar with a Mister Sean Conlon?”

Race almost laughed. Familiar? He’d only known everything about Spot since they were in middle school.

“Yes, I am. What do you need?”

“Well, he is doing just fine…He only needs a ride home.”

Race’s mind blanked before being invaded with a plethora of imagined situations.

“What? Is he okay?”

“Yes, Mister Higgins. I just said he was fine. He just needs you to come pick him up here. Emergency gate, please. You were the only number on the list or else I would offer to call another.” The doctor seemed slightly irritated by Race’s inconsistency, though Race assumed it was probably better than his patient’s.

“I’m coming down now. Thank you for calling.”

“That is my job, sir.”

Race ended the call, after several sweaty failed attempts, and grabbed his phone. Stuttering an apology and an rambling explanation over his shoulder, Race was out the door.

***

Race almost slipped on the blinding white floors as his shaking steps carried him to the desk.

“I’m here for Sean.”

“You will have to be more specific, sir,” the receptionist sighed at him. She appeared close to yawning. She must have been there for hours.

“Sorry, Conlon. Sean Conlon. C-o-n-”

“Room 312.”

“Thank you.”

Race forced himself not to run as he searched for his room number. He finally found the clean sign and whipped into the room, hand on the door jamb to rotate his body around.

His body came inches in front of Spot’s, who became paralyzed in the midst of pacing.

Race’s hand reached out for Spot’s face before Race’s brain forced his heart to freeze.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Spot spat, continuing to storm aimlessly around the room.

A feminine laugh filled the room before a matching voice followed, “I see you’ve found him! You must be Anthony.”

Race turned towards the voice, which belonged to a young nurse decorated in bright scrubs. Her eyebrows rose as he turned and she blinked a few times before throwing on her model smile.

“I’m Mikayla. I’ve been in charge of keeping an eye on him.”

“Thanks. Is he okay?”

She laughed casually, as if on a first date. Spot and Race shifted their eyes towards one another like they would have before, connected laughter in the back of their throats.

“Oh, yes! He passed out at work this morning. He was incredibly cold and hadn’t seemed to have eaten but we’ve been able to get his body functioning properly again, all set and warm.” She sent a falsely fond smile at Spot, who was pointedly scowling at her. “He is a prickly one! But I think he has a good heart. He heated right up when he heard we called you!” She stepped closer to Race, but he was looking at Spot. “You must be a wonderful best friend.”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Spot?” Race was standing incredibly straight to maximize the distance between the nurse and him, yet he still managed to smirk at Spot.

Spot scrunched his mouth, grinding his teeth.

“I think we have to go.”

The nurse stepped back bashfully, batting her eyelashes in apology.

“You’re right. Spot needs some warmth. I trust you can give it to him.”

“Right…” Race laughed slightly, motioning for Spot. “C’mon.”

Spot lifted his chin and stomped out the door after Race.

“Wait, Anthony!”

Race smiled hurriedly back at the girl. “Mm?”

“Do you think…maybe I could get your number?”

“I’m sorry.”

***

Spot followed Race out of starched hospital, noiselessly save the loud smirk dancing on his face.

Race opened the passenger door for Spot, as he always did, before looping around the front of the car to sit in the driver’s seat. Once settled there, seatbelt on and key in the ignition, Race finally looked over at Spot.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Spot’s smirk slid into a scowl, but he sighed and slouched into the seat, head in hand as his elbow balanced on the ledge of the windowsill.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s what you said before. But here you are three days later and you haven’t eaten.”

Shrug.

Race rolled his eyes and decided to focus on driving. When he finally pulled up to Jack and David’s apartment complex, Race jumped out of the car. He had been holding his breath and the fresh air was calming. All he wanted was a hug.

It was barely noon so Race searched his key ring for the worn label that Davey had spent hours making at his makeshift craft table: J+D.

After the door screamed at the two boys to cut the tension, Race revolved around.

“Okay, Spot. We’re talking now.”

Spot kept his head down, plunging his hands deep into his pockets.

“Why did you freak the other day? Things had been fine. No, things had been great. You had been great. What gives?”

Mumble, mumble. Spot wiped his face on his shoulder, avoiding any confrontation.

“Sean.”

Spot’s head snapped up and he tried to narrow his eyes. They blurred and he sniffled in their fog. “Anthony.”

“I’m here for you.”

“Then tell me what this whole thing means!”

“What?”

Spot spun in a circle, searching before laying his arms out in front of him, directed at Race.

“This thing.”

“This…thing,” Spot spluttered, gesturing between his heart and Race’s.

“Okay…what do you want it to mean?” Race was comfortable enough to take a reassuring step forward, but too hesitant to be anything but subtle.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Spot’s muscles were clenched in internal combat.

Silence.

“Race…this wasn’t supposed to happen.” Spot drooped his arms, surrendering to his feelings as he finally made eye contact with Race. His face shined with fresh tears.

“Do you wish it hadn’t?” Time froze, though Jack and David’s apartment was adequately heated.

“No.”

“What are you saying?”

“Are you really sorry you ended up falling for me, Race?” Spot’s throat trembled in a repressed hiccup.

Race started towards Spot, careful to maintain eye contact and permission, though the prudence was unecessary. Spot was pleading for Race to make the first move.

“I…am so thankful,” Race began, slowly and sincerely, “that I have fallen for you, Spot Conlon.”

Spot breathed out a thankful swear before he reached for Race, reached for warmth and they united in a burning hug.

“So you just wanted clarity?” Race kindly whispered into Spot’s ear, not yet satisfied with the explanation.

“I was confused, Racetrack,” Spot muttered into Race’s shoulder.

Race opened the hug and let his hands rest on the sides of Spot’s arms.

“Whaddya say we clear it up and go on a real date, called a date, with each other as dates?” Race smiled softly, admiring Spot’s attempts not to appear vulnerable.

“Yeah, okay. I’m starving.” Spot grinned at Race, his eyes thanking Race.

Race only laughed and rolled his eyes as he followed Spot out Jack and David’s door, realizing suddenly that their hands were grasped together.

And their hearts were warm.

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[HORROR] When Rats and the Internet Collide

Standing in my kitchen, I bit into the rat as it squirmed like a motherfucker. I mean, yeah, it kept saying it was fine with me eating it, but I guess it was some intrinsic survival instinct. The blood began to run down my hand and jaw as I chewed on the meat, and, having swallowed, I took another huge bite. The meat tasted raw, fresh and wet - it was how I liked it, how I’d gotten used to it.

Savoring the taste, I closed my eyes, focusing myself. What was about to happen was sacred and had to be treated as such. Finally, speaking slowly, I uttered the prayer, “To the Rat Lord. May His name be ever honoured.” There. The sacrifice and worship, for tonight at least, was done.

With that done, I went back to my room, climbed into bed, and went to sleep.

I should explain. I’ve followed and worshiped the Rat Lord ever since I got out of college, back in 2012. I won’t go into how I first encountered him - it’s kind of boring, to be honest. Though, ever since I’ve started worshiping him, it’s been nothing but glad tidings for me. I’ve gotten a big leg up in my career in the financial sector, due to a lot of the high-ups also being disciples (you know Wall Street? You wouldn’t imagine how many of us are there). There’s other stuff, too. I have more strength, more speed, more resilience. I can punch through a brick wall, for instance. I can jump from two hundred feet and land on my feet without breaking a single bone. Stuff like that.

It’s not just that. I believe in the Rat Lord. I believe in Him that when He reveals himself to the world, and his children all swarm out of the sewers and the gutters of the world to prepare for his coming, that it will be better for all of us, all those who follow him.

Anyways, I need to get to the matter at hand. What’s been happening to me lately.

I was sitting on my couch a few days ago, watching TV, when I notice something out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over at the kitchen and saw it. It was a rat - standing on its hind legs, just staring at me. Arching an eyebrow, I called out, “What do you want to tell me?” I mean, it obviously wanted to say something to me, just standing there staring at me like that.

“His Holy Eminence has called upon you for a grand vocation.” Its voice in my head sounded shrill and high-pitched, but also kind of scratchy - basically exactly how you’d imagine a rat to sound when it speaks. My eyes going wide, I got off the couch, stepped over toward the rat, and dropped to one knee, bowing my head. Don’t even fucking laugh - you show respect when the Rat Lord calls upon you.

The words left my mouth smoothly, like water, as they had all the other times I’d ever been called upon. “What does His Holy Eminence require?”

The messenger told me. I, as you would guess, obeyed.

Now, before I go any further, I need to explain things more. The Rat Lord isn’t the only deity out there. There’s a lot, and, as you’d expect in a closed community, from time to time they get into spats with each other. The one that concerns me and mine is his beef with this bastard called the Net Apostate. The Net Apostate exists on the Internet - literally, its a deity that lives inside the Internet. It doesn’t really want to rule the world, but it does want everyone to worship him, and he aims to accomplish this through… well, I don’t really know how to properly describe it because it’s honestly convoluted and stupid as fuck, but it involves a lot of ‘viral social media’ bullshit. Anyways, back in the late eighties the Net Apostate had some of his disciples murder one of the Rat Lord’s high priests that lived in the New York City area. Kind of a ‘sending a message’ thing. From then on, it was war.

It had been going on ever since. Murders, divine pronouncements, curses, mystical garbage, all that bullshit. It was at the point where we all couldn’t wait to show that web-based piece of garbage who the real boss was. Fortunately, with the grand vocation, I - me personally - received just the opportunity. Honestly, I was unbelievably thrilled, and so proud because I knew that the Rat Lord’s trust in me wouldn’t be misplaced. I was just the right person for the job, as you’ll see.

For the next week, I went to work. I scouted where the Net Apostate’s people usually hung out - web cafes, computer shops, that kind of deal. Then I went into one.

Walking into this computer repair shop down on Fifth that also doubled as a used book shop (I know, crazy, right?), I walked up to the counter. The guy behind it looked to be about two hundred and fifty pounds (in the fat way, not the well-built way), and he had these big, black, thick glasses. That’s what stands out to me in my mind. He was also balding, which made him look kind of gross, for some dumb reason.

Smiling at him, I started speaking. “Hi, uh… look, I need to inquire about something if you could help me out?” My voice was nervous, hesitant, as I spoke. I was nervous, I had no idea how this would go.

He smiled back in a friendly fashion and nodded. “Sure thing. What do you need?”

“Look… I…” I then chuckled nervously and ran my hand through my hair, “Okay, I’m totally new to this whole thing, but…” I paused, then went for the home run. “I’ve heard a lot about this guy, or thing, on the Internet called ‘the Net Apostate’… I’m wondering if you could hook me up with the next gathering?”

He kept smiling, but I noticed something in his eyes - something very subtle. It was a flashing of coldness in them, suspicion. He then shook his head, “Sorry, never heard of it.”

I nodded. “Okay. Alright. Thanks, though.” I waved, turned around, and walked out the door. I spent the next hour looking around web cafes, computer departments of department stores, taking pictures with my phone, that kind of thing. Then I went home.

The next day I spent all day (it was my day off) combing the Internet for information on the Net Apostate. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. I mean, if it’s a god that lives on the Internet, of fucking course it’ll have control over what information is out there on it. So, having finished my work, I went out for some snacks.

I’m walking through the outdoor parking lot of my apartment building at ten-thirty at night when I hear him coming up behind me.

Fucking jackpot, I thought to myself as he flicked his switchblade out and thrust it toward my back.

I kind of twirled around, grabbed his wrist and squeezed as hard as I could. Sure enough, I heard the bones crack like twigs in the manner of a few seconds, causing this little asshole to scream in agony. These people did have gifts and blessings (all followers of gods did), but enhanced strength and stamina sure as hell wasn’t one of them. I bashed my forehead into his face, causing his nose to snap and for his blood to splash all over my face and shirt. Then I forced him to the ground, and, grasping his throat in my hand and squeezing just the right amount, went forward with what I planned when I deliberately went about raising red flag after red flag.

“Listen. No, listen to me,” I said, trying to calm him down - he was hyperventilating and his eyes were wide with terror. He hadn’t been in this game for long, clearly. “Look. Where’s the next sacrifice? Where is it?”

He shook his head furiously. “I can’t tell you,” he gasped, blood still gushing out of his nose.

I leaned in close until only a couple inches were separating our faces. “You don’t tell me, I kill you and feed your body to the rats. See if your fucking Net Apostate can help you then.” I said that, and I waited, staring into his eyes. I saw the dawning realization awaken in his eyes, and then I saw it replaced by sheer, relentless terror. He knew exactly what’d happen to his soul - his, the soul of a Net Apostate disciple - if it found its way into the grasp of the Rat Lord. Finally, he sputtered out the time and place of the next sacrifice, along with how many disciples would be there. I smiled at him, thanked him in a super friendly and gentle voice, and then proceeded to snap his neck. As I got up and started to walk back into my building, I could see the rats - just a few of them at first - start to come out from all directions, to scurry over to the corpse.

I’ll just state my feelings on this matter before moving on: this is war, the Net Apostate is the enemy, you do what you have to do. Besides, fuck those guys.

So, for the next week, I prepped myself. I went out, got my supplies, and by the day of the sacrifice, arranged all my equipment on a table before me. I ran through the checklist, and everything was there. I put on the body armor, loaded everything else up, and - most importantly - ate about fifteen rats in the span of an hour. I felt like I wanted to fucking puke, but I kept it down. Not the time for it.

It took me about an hour to get there. I took the backroads and the alleys - I didn’t wanna get caught by a passing police officer. That’d be very bad news, and the Rat Lord wouldn’t care to take “I was in lockup for the night” as an excuse. I was positively giddy, though also a bit nervous - I wanted to make sure I did this all completely right. I finally made it to the warehouse belonging to this Canadian import/export company and went to work. I found the rooftop ladder and made my way to the roof. Then I jimmied open the rooftop door and entered the building, gently closing the door behind myself. I - ever so softly - moved down the stairwell until I was at just the right level. I gently opened the door and crept out onto the walkway. Looking down on the main floor, I saw it all.

It was a vast, open space, completely bare except for five human beings - four of them in robes, surrounding the fifth, a dead woman (mid-forties, she looked like) - and all of them before a 52” HDTV that was connected to an active laptop. I saw on the HDTV, the words “I AM PLEASED” flash on it. So the Net Apostate himself was in attendance. Even better.

So these were the disciples, and that was the sacrifice. Simple enough. My next course of action was also quite simple.

I pulled out my pistol (no clue what the model was - I got it from some street level gangbanger), took aim, and opened fire. The bangs of the gunfire reverberated through my body and ears as the three remaining disciple members took off running in all directions as the one I’d hit spasmed in the gunfire and then hit the ground, dead. I started to laugh because it was so funny - these bastards really did think that they could get away when I was a regular down at the gun range and had been for the past five years. Over the next twenty seconds, I gunned each and every last one of them down, their bodies flailing and twisting as they hit the ground.

Walking down the stairs to the main level - and seeing out of the corner of my eye the HDTV now rapidly flashing a variety of images pertaining to war and mass chaos - I calmly approached the sacrifice. I was happy. I was happy that I got to do this great feat, and I was happy that this piece of shit deity was here and was pissed. It’d be even more pissed by the time I was done.

I reached the corpse. I stared down at it, its stomach having been viciously cut open by dagger. Now was the time. I stuck my finger into my mouth, then down my throat - deeper, and deeper, and then it happened. I felt all the rats I had eaten come up from my stomach, into my throat, and then out my mouth. Leaning forward, I vomited a pure stream of rat filth into the open guts of the sacrifice. See, the sacrifice had been interrupted and so wasn’t officially complete, and thus was still in progress. What I was doing was literally that beautiful, as a result. As I vomited, out of the corner of my eye I saw the HDTV flash - more rapidly - even more images, now grotesque ones of murder and torture and gore. Yeah, this fucker was really pissed now.

Finally, I finished vomiting, and the HDTV abruptly switched off. I looked over at the laptop. It was off too.

Staring down at the corpse, an idiot grin appeared on my face, me being filled with such pure glee and energy after having utterly defiled this sacrifice. I then glanced at the HDTV and smiled even wider.

What else is to be said? I went home and went to bed. The Rat Lord’s people on the police force would ensure what happened would never find its way back to me.

So that’s the story. Now, because this is being posted on the Internet, I know the Net Apostate can see it, so, hey, buddy, if you’re reading this? From my God to you: fuck you, you miserable electronic prick.