#it took everything in me to NOT gif the entire bedroom scene

[scarstarved]

Ted Raimi as Harry Mudd Odyssey 5 · 1x12 “Trouble with Harry”

[thewonandonly]

LONGING FOR YOU

PLAYLIST : spotify

PAIRING : pro-baseball player!jaehyun x fem!college student!reader

GENRE : fluff, smut

PROMPT : "if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you." au

WC : 15,323 words

WARNINGS : strong language, sports medicine student!reader, reader used to play volleyball, teeny tiny age gap (reader is early 20's, jaehyun is irl age), greek life, jaehyun is implied to be a (former) frat brother (never officially states it), frat party, drinking/alcohol, there is a mention of puke/vomit, mention of overstimulating setting, cameo by yeri :3, mark, and johnny, consent is sexy, protection is hot, lots and lots of praise, BRIEF locker room sexual tension bc i had to, ig it can be considered a kind of sugar daddy au?, jaehyun has no rizz 🗣️, penetration (f), oral (m + f),

AUTHOR'S NOTE : jaehyun military enlistment 😞 jerma helped me write this thats why it took so long. forgive me for the horrendous explicit scene i quite literally have not written full length smut in so long. and also, jaehyun jaehyun jaehyun jaehyun jaehyun jaehyun. :3 that's all.

DISCLAIMER : the characters in this story are to be allusions to real people, and none of the situations, personalities, and actions found here should reflect reality. this story was created with zero intention to violate the images of the artists.

"Come on, come to the party with me!" Yeri groaned, tugging on your arm as if you were her mother and she was your child begging for a toy.

You sighed, rubbing your temples, "I would love to, but I've got work I've gotta do." It was the seventh time — yes, all in one day — where Yeri has asked you to join her at this giant frat party that her friend, Johnny, who happened to be the RA where said party was being held, invited her to. She would've loved to go by herself, but she planned to consume insane amounts of alcohol and would require someone with wonderful bedside manner, i.e. you. 

Yeri groaned, throwing her head back dramatically, "All you do is do your homework." She complained, "I'm sure the wonderful science behind athletic medicine can wait for one night off."

"I'm sorry, Yeri, but my entire scholarship is riding on this." You mumbled, watching Yeri groaned louder, as her head moved forward, trudging her way out your bedroom doorway.

You would be ecstatic to go to some lame party down University Road. You'd love to get drunk, hook up with some dude who is looking to hit. You'd love to take a break, but, unfortunately, your life after you graduate was already starting. You had 29 thousand dollars and two internships invested in your future. If you wanted to be an accredited professional in athletic medicine, you'd have to focus, and not get distracted or discouraged. 

But, then again, you're still young. You're only getting closer to the end, and Yeri is busy with her cheerleading career. You'd rather not lose this connection. Glancing at the clock, you noticed as the second hand tick away, sighing softly. It was thirty to 12. The night was still young.

You turned in your chair, calling to her, a small laugh escaping your lips as she looked at you with eyes that looked as if she was a kicked puppy, "I'll go."

Her face immediately lit up and she smiled, "You will?"

You held up your hands in surrender, standing from your cluttered desk, "You're right, as much as I hate to admit it. The world of medicine can wait."

"I'm so happy right now." She cheered happily, "Okay, I'll let you get ready. I'll take a quick shower and everything." She turned the corner into the hallway and you heard the shower run.

Sighing, you opened your closet door and analyzed the clothes on the hangers. You didn't have any "sexy" outfits, so to speak. Everything was strictly professional clothing, especially considering you had your internships around the corner. But, who could show up to a frat party in high rise, flared dress pants? Maybe it was time to break out the clothes you packed right out of high school. 

Once you tore through the boxes, pulled on the clothes, you could swear they grew tighter, which was normal; you were still growing, in more areas than one. You opted for sticking to the items you chose, for the most risqué look, considering it was a frat party.

Yeri was quick to get in and out of the shower, quick to get her makeup done, and quick to get dressed. You're sure she was going to be quick to get out the door as well.

You leaned against the wall to pull on your shoes, watching Yeri immediately grow frazzled as she struggled to find her keys, which were normally in the catch bowl, but was strategically hug up on the key hook earlier for convenience. 

The trip to the Pi Phi house wasn't far, but the blistering cold wind bit at your nose and cheeks as you and Yeri both walked down the road from your apartment to the frat house.

You both turned the corner, your jaws opening in shock. 

The Pi Phi house was huge, damn near 3 floors. And much to your dismay, it wasn't a new brother of the house at the door, it was two sisters from the Kappa Omega Pi sorority. They seemed nice, letting in quite a few people, until they turned away another girl. 

You looked to Yeri, sighing softly, "I don't think we're gonna get in." The small queue was moving quickly.

Yeri rolled her eyes so far back you were sure they'd get stuck, "Relax. If they don't let us in, I've got an in." She rubbed her hands together, the cold chill in the air slowly building, "God, fuck! It's fucking cold."

"Just don't think about it. We're almost to the front." You mumbled, stepping forward up onto the porch, watching the girl's faces drop at the sight of you after letting two guys inside.

They gave the two of you a once over, exhaling a deep breath through their nose, "It's six bucks to get in."

Yeri pulled out her phone, scoffing, "That's not what it says on the flyer." She turned her phone to the girls, giving a smartalick smirk, "And, besides, I know Johnny." 

The girls looked at each other, chuckling, "You know Johnny?"

Yeri crossed her arms, motioning to the open front door of the frat house, "Go on. Go get him."

One of the girls stepped inside, and walked out in seconds, a tall male peeking his head out, pulling a face at the girl, "Come on, you're really asking if Yeri can come in?" He nodded his head to the two of you. 

Yeri smiled at the girls, waving to them before turning to you and speaking over the music that grew significantly louder as you walked through the crowded hallways, "Those girls were definitely not girls girls."

"Aren't the Kappa Omega Pi sisters like really tightknit with Pi Phi?" You responded, watching your temporary escort split off from the two of you.

"Yeah," Yeri sighed, "Let's not worry about them, though! Let's just have fun!" She immediately turned a corner and you found yourself by your lonesome, squeezing past people with small whispers of "Excuse me's" and "Sorry's" before you finally made your way into the kitchen where it wasn't as crowded, but was definitely still filled with a few people. Pi Phi brothers and Kappa Omega Pi sisters were lined up along a wall where they took pictures together to show their love for their greek life. Your hand moved to grab at a bottle of Michelob Ultra, pouring it into the cup while you stared at the group taking photos. Maybe a social outing wasn't the best idea, considering the setting. You weren't much of a—

"Hey." Someone reached over and set the glass bottle down on the counter, laughing softly, "Your cup." 

You tore your eyes away from where you were staring, glancing down at the cup filled with foam from the beer, "Oh." You mumbled softly, glancing up at the person who was kind enough to take the empty bottle from your hand, "Thanks."

You watched him dump out the foamy beer into the sink, grabbing another plastic cup and beer, slowly pouring it out in front of you, "Here." 

"Thanks." You mumbled out again, grabbing the cup from his outstretched hand. It was dim in the kitchen, much to your dismay, only a string of Christmas lights you weren't sure the brothers ever took down from the passing holiday. You squinted your eyes to try to get a glimpse at who this person was for pouring your drink out. "I recognize you from somewhere."

"Damn, dude, what's taking so long?" A voice spoke over your own, at a much louder octave. He patted the guy on his shoulder, "Gotta celebrate your big game tomorrow."

Your brows pinched together as you assessed the voice, "Mark?" You questioned, your eyes squinting more, almost blinded by your lashes.

The shorter male turned to look at you, "Woah, Y/N, bro, I didn't even know you were here!" He smiled, laughing out loud, "What's up?" He asked.

"You're Pi Phi?" You asked him, waving awkwardly at him, "I didn't know you were part of the greek life."

"I didn't know you were either." Mark laughed again, "Bro, that's crazy. I didn't know you were in a sorority."

The unknown man turned to pour out some drinks, Mark's hand holding onto his shoulder for balance as people shoved their way through. 

"Oh, I'm not." You shook your head, taking a sip of the beer poured into the cup, "Yeri was able to get us in."

"Yeri's here?" Mark began to whip his head around, looking for the mentioned lady, "Dude, I didn't know she'd be here." His hand began to slap at the other's shoulder.

"Guess it's time you get over your fear." The other called to Mark, who grabbed three of the cups in his hand.

"Oh, I completely forgot." He motioned between the three of them, "Uh, Jaehyun, this is Y/N, she's in my athletic science class. The one I was telling you about!" 

The man, now named Jaehyun, waved his free hand at you, "Nice to meet you."

"Man, Y/N's, like, the smartest girl in the class! She knows a lot about that stuff." Mark nudged him, "Maybe once she completes her residency, she can be your primary physician." He teased.

"You play sports?" You questioned, taking another sip of the beer from the cup, "What do you play?"

"Baseball. Nothing too exciting."

"Does he play sports? He's in the ML." Mark seemed more excited about it than Jaehyun was, your smile growing as you saw Jaehyun roll his eyes. "ML means major league." 

"I know what it means, Mark." You laughed, "But, hey, congratulations! It must be nice." You smiled to Jaehyun, "Have you always wanted to play major league?"

Jaehyun shrugged, "Got scouted in high school. Johnny was the one who convinced me to accept it."

Mark laughed, "Well, hey, Y/N, it's nice to see you. If you want, we're gonna be at the couch with everyone." He used his elbow to motion over to the center of the house, "No pressure!"

You nodded, "Yeah, sure. I can help you carry some of the cups." You grabbed two of the cups from the counter in one hand, following the two of them back over to the couch where Johnny, Yeri, and other attendees sat, including the girls from the front door. You squatted slightly to place the cups down on the coffee table, wincing softly as you felt your knee creak.

"You okay?" Jaehyun, who wandered behind you to sit down, asked, his hand lingering on your back as you stumbled.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." You laughed awkwardly, sitting down on the couch, "Old injury." You waved it off, taking another drink of your beer.

Mark found a spot next to Yeri, smiling softly as he greeted her and began conversating with her. You glanced at the two, chuckling softly as you watched Mark's cheeks turn pink.

You heard a jumble of words from Jaehyun, turning your head back to him, "What was that?" You leaned closer to him to hear him over the music playing over the subwoofer speakers.

"What from, if you don't mind me asking?" He repeated into your ear, his breath gently fanning across your cheek.

"I used to play volleyball." You shrugged, "Liberio, so, I normally fell on my knees." Your hand found it's way to the cap of your knee, rubbing it with your hand.

"Used to?"

"Yeah. I stopped playing after the injury." You laughed, nodding your head, "But, my doctor was really sweet. She actually helped me to study up until the entrance exam." 

Jaehyun nodded his head, "Well, I know myself and other athletes will be happy for your help." 

You smiled, laughing softly, "I hope." You turned slightly to look at him as he sat back against the couch, his arm resting over the back, "Do you like the major leauge?" Setting down your cup, you looked at him.

Jaehyun shrugged, "It's nice. I've been on a training regimen since I started. I mostly joined just cause I love baseball, though." He smiled, the cup resting in his hand on top of his thigh, "But, I mean, the coach and my teammates are pretty cool. And the pay isn't bad."

"I bet." You chuckled softly, "At least you get to do what you love." You smiled at him.

"How do you-"

"When are you-"

You both spoke over one another, both of you laughing.

Jaehyun motioned to you, "You go first." He reached his hand up to lean his head against it, looking at you.

"I was just gonna ask how you know Johnny and Mark." You shook your head, "I know you said that Johnny encouraged you to accept the scouting offer in high school. But, how'd you meet Mark?"

Jaehyun laughed, his hand reaching up to rub his temples, "Well, it's a pretty funny story." He started, glancing at Mark, who continued to talk Yeri's ear off, "He kinda joined the frat after finding out I was apart of it. I was only apart of it for a month, but, you know, sometimes people just get close."

"Well, if I do say so myself, it seems Mark is ecstatic that he knows you personally." You nodded to Jaehyun.

"I'm glad."

Yeri turned to you quickly, tapping your shoulder, "Hey, Y/N." She called to you, pulling your sight away from Jaehyun to look at her, "Wanna dance?"

You glanced at Jaehyun, and back at her, your mouth open and shutting like a golfish, "I-I really shouldn't... My knee."

Yeri groaned, "Come on! I love this song." She pouted, rubbing her hands together as she silently pleaded.

It was true, she did love this song. God, the amount of times she'd play this song in the car would make you nauseous. And you didn't have much of a choice when she pulled you up from where you were sitting to drag you into the crowd of people dancing to the music.

"How are you and Mark?" You called into her ear, the two of you holding hands as you both lazily danced.

Yeri glanced back at Mark, who was happily comversating with Jaehyun and Johnny, giggling like a little kid before she turned to you, "He's so much fun to talk to." She smiled.

You smiled back, happy to see her happy. "I'm glad." You responded, "Plus, he really likes you. You know he can't hide his feelings well." You glanced back at the three, glancing at your feet as you caught Jaehyun's eye.

Your friend smirked, laughing softly, "Oh, I see what's going on." She nudged your shoulder, which you rubbed with your hand as you looked at her, "You've got the hots for number 16." Yeri teased.

"What?" Your voice came out slightly higher, considering the assumption, "No, no." You shook your head, "I just met him."

"Doesn't mean you can't find him hot." She nudged you again, "Johnny told me he was expecting him to come tonight." She pulled out her phone, opening the tab of her browser to show you the search. "Jung Jaehyun, major league pitcher." In the middle of the crowd, you glanced between the phone and the man who sat on the couch, "Number 16." Yeri's finger clicked on a photo of Jaehyun, the front of the jersey embroidered with big red letters that read, "Sentinels".

"Wow." It's all you could say. You knew Mark said he was in major league, but you didn't think that major. You were thinking maybe small hometown baseball that made it big. "He even has a trading card?"

Yeri nodded, locking her phone before putting it back in her pocket, "He's big." She nodded her head, "Professional Sentinels player, going on his fourth year with the team."

You were flabbergasted. No wonder Mark was so excited telling you.

Standing there, you thought for a second, "If he's so big, why isn't anyone freaking out about him being here?" You raised an eyebrow.

Yeri raised her own brow, "You'll be surprised how many athletics students don't watch athletics." She hummed, nodding her head at her own statement.

"Okay, well, now that you told me this, I'll just feel like a gold digger." You rubbed your neck shyly, completely unaware the end of the song just as another one kicked up.

"Shut up." She scrunched up her face again, grabbing your hand to lead you back to the couch where you both were previously sat, "You're fine. You're nothing like a gold digger."

"Welcome back!" Johnny called, motioning to the couch.

Yeri sat the both of you down, smiling at Mark as soon as she got comfortable, taking the cup from his hand to take a sip.

You sat down, Jaehyun to your right and Yeri to your left. 

Jaehyun's whole hand covered the top of the cup he held, slowly passing it to you, "I held onto your drink while you were gone." He smiled.

"Oh, thank you." You nodded to him, taking a small swig of the drink, glancing at him shyly.

He wore much more lax clothing; a black long sleeved shirt and black cargo pants, various rings along his fingers and a silver necklace with an charm you couldn't quite see as it was flipped over. You glanced away, watching Jaehyun smile softly as you took another sip.

"What?" You questioned, blushing softly as he continued to stare.

"Nothing. Nothing." He mumbled, "Just... don't drink too much." 

You smiled softly, setting the now empty cup down on the table, "Don't worry. I normally only have one drink and I'm done." You sat back on the couch, looking at him.

You both sat there for a second, not saying anything. Jaehyun would glance over the back of the couch every once in a while, meeting the hands of other members of Greek life, making small conversations with them, or even sharing a few laughs as they conversed. Sometimes Johnny or Mark would join in.

Slowly, you felt your social battery slowly drain, and you whispered to Yeri to share where you'd be going; outside, in the expansive, empty backyard of the frat house, away from the music, crowds and smell of alcohol in the air.

You sighed softly as you relaxed against a chair in the backyard, glancing down at your phone to slowly recharge your own battery.

Yet, it seemed like despite being away, your thoughts and fingers lingered back to Jaehyun, typing his name across the keyboard into the search bar.

There were articles about him, fan pages, compilation videos of some of his pitches and plays. Professional photos and fan captures. He really was larger than life. 

The baseball uniform he wore was clean and pristine aside from the red dirt across the left side of his body, and after much digging, you found out that after batting, he'd reach a base by sliding. 

You found yourself diving headfirst into doom scrolling about Jaehyun, his career, what people thought about him. His record with the team was clean, and his ability was impressive. He was often claimed as MVP of his team, giving them several wins in their games.

The sliding door opening was enough to have you scrambling to lock your phone and set it down in your lap. You glanced behind you, finding it was nothing more than another guest at the frat party, gagging as they turned the corner to spill their guts. 

You pulled a face, standing up to move back inside to the party, the sudden smell of puke and alcohol mixing making you feel sick, mixing together just as you opened the door to step back inside. 

You recharged your social battery just enough to continue talking before Yeri wanted to leave, yet it dropped right back down again as the smell settled around you. Did it always smell like sweat? Did the floor always feel sticky? Did the counters have all those cups on them? 

Everything felt so overwhelming.

"Hey, are you okay?" 

It's the second time that voice has asked you if you were feeling okay. You pull your eyes away from looking at the scene before you to look at Jaehyun, whose eyes were softened.

"I was just about to check on you." He mumbled.

"I'm okay." You took a deep breath in, slowly exhaling, "It's a little overwhelming in here." 

"Yeah." Jaehyun chuckled, letting him step behind you to slowly guide you away from the big group of people, "Here. This way you can get the best of both worlds." Jaehyun leaned beside you against the wall close to the front door, holding the brim of his plastic cup with his fingers, glancing around at the group as it only grew bigger.

"Thank you." You whispered, crossing your legs as you leaned against the wall, "Hey, so, I know Mark said you were in major league, and... Yeri kinda showed me the google search about you."

Jaehyun laughed softly, "Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Sentinels."

"Yeah." You nodded, looking at him, "Must be cool going places and getting recognized." 

He shrugged, "I mean, it's all the same. Often times people don't know it's me without a cap or a batting helmet." Jaehyun nodded, "It is pretty cool having a trading card, though." He smiled to you, turning to look at you.

"I saw that! Did you see how much someone's willing to pay for a signed one?" You chuckled.

"Yeah, I did." He laughed too, "Can't believe someone has that much money to spend on a piece of paper. Especially when I started not too long ago."

"Well, I mean, you do get that type of money." You nudged him, feeling your uneasiness quickly disappearing as you spoke to him.

Jaehyun shook his head, "Most of it goes to bills and taxes." A group of some Pi Pho frat brothers pushed by, forcing Jaehyun into you, his arm above your head to make sure he didn't crush you, "Jesus fu- Christ." He didn't finish the swear, glancing at you, "Are you okay?" He glanced at the people sprinting by, one slipping and dropping their cup of alcohol.

"I'm fine." You whispered, "Fine."

Jaehyun leaned his arm on the wall, right above your head. His face was close enough to see the details. He smelt good — like rose and ember; so much so that it was intoxicating. His dimples and his eyes as he smiled, the faint stubble along his chin and his upper lip. The necklace hanging from his neck, the emblem still flipped backwards; you were beginning to think he put it on backwards for it to face away from others. As you appreciated his features you realized that perhaps he was sculpted from marble by Michelangelo himself. 

The faint smell of alcohol from his red solo cup and a puddle of the spilled liquor from the brothers swirled around the both of you. The song changed beat and volume, glancing around the corner to find Johnny turning up the dial, the bass nearly blowing out your eardrums.

"Don't you have a game tomorrow?" You spoke into his ear over the music, feeling your heart flutter as he turned his head slightly so you didn't have to move much.

He chuckled, shrugging, "It's kinda tradition to visit before a game." He responded, his lips gently brushing against your cheek as he spoke.

You nodded as he moved back to his position, smiling at him, "So, do you always linger around the university or...?"

"No," He shook his head, and you can see the liquid courage glossing his eyes, "But, I mean, if I got to find someone as beautiful as you, maybe it's not a bad idea." Someone nudged behind him, causing him to straighten up with his chest hitting your own. He had you pressed flush against the wall, but he obviously wasn't focused on that as he glanced behind him, "A lot of energy for you students." He laughed as he looked back at you, "Must be nice to be young."

You laughed, smiling at him, "Aren't you only 27?"

"Well, yeah, but..." He playfully rolled his neck over his shoulders, "At some point in time, these old bones have to rest."

"And you decided to do that at an old frat house with a bunch of newly turned 21 year olds?"

He shrugged again, "Better than the old farts in the league." He glanced around the party, noticing multiple of the attendees either drinking to their restless end, making out with some of the bubbly blonde sorority sisters or passed out on the ground, table or couch. He noticed Mark talking up a storm with Yeri, and Johnny handing out more drinks to guests, "But, you're right. Wanna head out?"

"Yo-you wanna leave with me?" You stammered.

He laughed, "Yeah!" He smiled, his dimples making an appearance once more, "How rare is it that I meet a beautiful woman here among all these girls?"

You blushed at his compliment, smiling before nodding your head, "Yeah. Yeah, let's head out." You stood up straight, Jaehyun pushing away from the wall, "Let me just let Yeri know where I'm gonna be at." You stepped around him, making your way over to the couch where Yeri sat, "Yeri." You tapped her shoulder, and when she didn't turn around you called her again, "Yeri!"

"What?" She turned to you, "Is something wrong?"

"I'm heading out." You spoke into her ear, "With Jaehyun."

Yeri smirked, nudging your shoulder, "Come on, stop messing with me." She laughed.

"I'm not messing with you!" You chuckled, "Hey, you have my location, and maybe I'll be back tonight, most likely tomorrow morning." You gave Mark a wave as you made your way down the hallway once more.

"Use protection!" She called loudly as you walked off, continuing her conversation with Mark. 

You made your way back to where you and Jaehyun were standing previously, catching sight of Jaehyun in the kitchen, bidding Johnny farewell with a one-armed hug and an untraditional handshake. The two were laughing as they both finished up their conversation, Jaehyun walking straight towards you, "You ready?"

"Yeah. I'm ready."

Jaehyun took your hand in his own, guiding you out of the frat house. The silence of the night was a comforting contrast to the loud frat party you were both victims of attending. The rustle of the leaves, the sound of wind whistling. It was the only sounds you could hear as your ears adjusted to the noise disappearing. 

The street lamps gave you better sight of Jaehyun's figure. His arms were ripped, to say the least. He had veins crawling up from his hand to his elbow, and his hand was a little rough, calloused skin from swinging baseball bats for a lifetime. 

The two of you approached a fairly new car, but still a few years behind the recent model. Jaehyun unlocked the door, and pulled open the passenger side.

"Thanks." You whispered, settling into the seat. You slowly buckled in the seatbelt, Jaehyun gently closing the door just as the realization just set in that you were in the car with a national professional athlete. The butterflies began to fly from your stomach into your throat, and you were worried if you even spoke that you'd just embarrass yourself.

Jaehyun climbed into the driver's seat, sighing softly as he reached up to stick the key into the ignition, "Sorry. I didn't expect to bring anyone back with me, so, I brought my less inconspicuous car." He chuckled softly.

"No, no! It's fine. I mean, you're already one step ahead of me. I don't even have a license, so, I have no right to judge." You matched his chuckle, smiling at him. "Besides, there's something more humble about an old 2008 Honda Civic." 

Jaehyun let the car warm up for a second before he pulled off from the curb, his hand lingering on the stick shift, his foot lingering on the clutch. 

You began to admire his hands once more. He had slender fingers, his wrist was adorned by a silver cuban link bracelet, another vein wrapping around his arm and ending at his bicep. You could tell he's worked out, but not too much. I mean, he is a professional athlete for a living, so him working out wasn't much of a surprise. Just as he stopped at a stop light, you pulled your eyes from his form and glanced out the window. 

The both of you drove through the heart of the city, your eyes catching the bright lights as you stared at the window. It was a nice difference from University Road. The quiet melody of music played from the radio, filling the tense silence between the two of you. Jaehyun clearly kept the car in good shape. There were zero stains on the seating, the steering wheel and bulb of the stick shift were a little worn from where his hands rested, the radio seemed intact.

Jaehyun continued to drive, clearing his throat, "You can change the channel, if you'd like to." He motioned to the radio, before he quickly downshifted, "I have a bunch of CD's in the glove box."

You took the initiative to open the glove box, smiling to yourself as you saw the CD case, unzipping and opening it. You weren't sure if you were smiling because he seemed like such an old soul for keeping CD's for his older car, or because it looked like the CD's were all in alphabetical order. "Crazy Town?" You questioned teasingly.

There was a slight tint at the shell of Jaehyun's ear, chuckling, "What can I say? They're revolutionary." He looked into his mirror and over his shoulder as he switched lanes, glancing over at you as he saw you eyeballing him, "What?"

"Just never took you for one who enjoyed rock music like this." You continued to flip through the CD case, seeing various discs of music; including, but not limited to rock, pop, hip hop and r&b. There were more genres that you didn't really recognize and you tried to read the fine print to see if they printed it, but no luck. "I think it's definitely fair to say you listen to every genre."

Jaehyun chuckled, watching you insert the Crazy Town CD into the reader, his hand quickly moving to turn down the volume, "I just listen to music. Genre doesn't matter to me."

You smiled to yourself, slowly turning the volume up as the CD started playing. The silence felt less tense now as the music played between the both of you. Given the circumstances, you needed the tension to die down. 

You looked out the window, not recognizing the area you were in very well, but you definitely recognized the giant building on the side of the road; two tall buildings beside each other, the sign reading "The Hallows".

Jaehyun took a very gentle left turn into the roundabout, stopping right in the middle as he climbed out and passed the keys to his 2008 Honda Civic to the valet. 

"You live... here?" You questioned, staring up at the buildings.

Jaehyun chuckled, grabbing your hand in his, "Yeah." He smiled, "It's pretty nice. Out of the way." He guided you into the lobby of the building, and you were even more awestruck.

Everything in the lobby were either expensively vintage or expensively new. They even had a couch you would see frequently in a magazine you glanced over while you waited in line at the supermarket. A couch you could only dream of purchasing. For this condo — penthouse, seems more likely — complex to have 4 sets of a couch that only the richest people can afford already told you what to expect.

Jaehyun greeted the front desk attendant, calling the elevator for the two of you, his hand holding yours gently. 

A small chime was heard just as the doors to the lift open, and he motioned for you to step inside. You took a step in, glancing at every corner, making eye contact with the camera. 

Jaehyun sighed softly, clicking the floor button as he stepped inside, stopping just beside you. "Sorry if this makes you all uncomfortable." He started, "I realize now just how awkward it might be to show up here. Like I'm showing off."

"No, no, it's not your fault! You make your money the same way I do, you're allowed to spend it where you please." You smiled, "And sometimes where you please to spend it is at a gigantic apartment building, and that's okay." 

Jaehyun chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm just enjoying your company so much, I don't wanna scare you away."

You smiled to yourself, messing with your fingers as you glanced down at your feet, "I'm enjoying your company, too." You chuckle, "A lot."

Jaehyun smiled brightly as the elevator doors opened once more, and grabbed your hand back in his own as he guided you down the hallway, swinging your intertwined hands as he walked. His free hand grabbed his keys and skillfully unlocked the door, allowing you to step inside.

Which you agreed to, and you were met with a large condo, with a window large enough to span across the wall of his condo. The skyline was bright enough to light up the wall straight across from it. There was a giant kitchen, a giant living room. The whole place was giant. 

Jaehyun tossed his keys into a catch bowl by the front door, flicking on the lights.

"It's..." You paused as you continued to take in the sights, "It's beautiful."

"Yeah, my... Johnny and Mark kinda got a little excited with an interior designer and they decorated it like crazy."

You smiled, taking off your shoes to set them to the side before you took a step further. "Did you always have the idea to have an open floor plan?"

"Well, no, but like I said, Johnny and Mark got excited." Jaehyun chuckled, "Gave me a bachelor's pad when I'm hardly even a bachelor."

"Live while you're young." You whispered to yourself as you admired the city line. Jaehyun stopped beside you, but his eyes lingered on your reaction, which he was generally pleased to see.

Jaehyun cleared his throat, his fingers pulling at the cuff of his long sleeved shirt, "So, Mark told me a lot about you." He started.

"Did he mention how I let him cheat off my papers?" You teased, turning to look at Jaehyun.

"No, no, nothing like that." Jaehyun laughed, shaking his head, "But, he did show me your SNS accounts." 

"Oh, that's embarrassing."

"I think you looked amazing." Jaehyun whispered back almost immediately, "But, you look more amazingin person."

"It seems like we both looked up each other."

Jaehyun shrugged, "That's why I wasn't as upset when you did it." He smiled, "Where was I going with this?" He mumbled to himself, "Mark really talked me up for this." 

The tension between you both returned. And it wasn't an awful tension. It was tension that was telling you that obviously something was going to happen. You didn't know how long or what Mark said to him, but you couldn't help but thank Mark for whatever length of time he's been talking to Jaehyun about you.

Jaehyun cleared his throat again, feeling like all the words he prepared for this moment had disappeared from his mind. His eyes that were once watching you turned to look out the window where you were looking previously.

"You don't have to force yourself." You whispered, smiling at him. 

Jaehyun smiled back, turning to look at the couch, "Come on, let's sit down." He sat down on the leather couch, and you could notice he was in his element.

You followed, sitting beside him. 

"You didn't have to come here if you weren't comfortable." He started, his hand finding your own, "I know it's pretty awkward to get picked up at a frat party, and I never meant to put you in a position where you didn't think you could say no."

"Oh, I didn't think of it like that." You chuckled, "Trust me, if I wanted to say no, I would've." 

Jaehyun leaned a little closer, drawing his bottom lip in with his teeth, "Can I kiss you?"

God, you've been waiting for that question all night. Nodding your head, you smiled as Jaehyun's lips pressed against yours. The hands you have been admiring for the last 30 minutes during the car ride were now placed on your hips as he attempted to pull you closer until you were practically on his lap. He tasted of Heinekien beer, and spearmint, and you began to question when and where did he get gum or mouth spray from. Despite the mix, his lips were soft, and they were tender against your own.

Jaehyun pulled away slowly after a moment of kissing you, his hands lingering on your waist, his eyes opening to look into your own.

You both shared a small laugh, a lingering peck placed on his lips.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." Jaehyun whispered, letting a sigh escape his lips.

Glancing at your phone's time, you chuckled, "Can't be anymore than 2 hours." You teased, "But, if it's any consolation, I've been thinking about it too."

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, "You really aren't aware of how much Mark's been trying to set me up with you." He whispered.

"Is that so?" You raised an eyebrow, "How long?"

Jaehyun sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Months, at least." He leaned his head against the back of the couch, the hair he pushed back falling back into his eyes, "He's been trying to set me up with you for the longest. Johnny, too."

You rolled your eyes, "You're telling me that tonight was one giant ploy to get us to finally meet?"

"No, no, definitely not. That was a frat party, through and through. But, I'm happy we could've met there." Jaehyun gently grabbed your hand, pressing soft kisses to your fingers.

"Are you always this romantic?" 

"Only with people I actually have feelings for."

"And that implies that there's people that you have had feelings for."

Jaehyun chuckled, "It does. But, none of them were you." He smiled, intertwining his fingers with your own. You looked at the size of his hand compared to yours, the length of his fingers compared to yours. Jaehyun had height, and his hands definitely matched that; slender fingers, thick veins, soft skin. His nails were well kept too, considering what he did for a living.

His words repeated in your head, and you had to stop yourself from smiling. To be desired and admired for that long, with nothing but Mark's words and your social media posts to hold him over. 

"Why didn't you just follow me and talk to me?" You chuckled, watching him kiss your hand and wrist.

"It's not like I have a personal account. I only have my professional one for work." He whispered softly, "Plus, I had to see if you were interested first. I'm not good at that over text." 

You rolled your eyes, "Excuses."

Jaehyun chuckled, "Maybe a little. I just didn't want to swing and miss." He smiled, "I have an idea." He sat a little closer, his fingers playing with your own again, "Why don't you come to the game tomorrow? I have one pass left."

"I don't know a single thing about baseball." 

"That's fine." He smiled, "I'm not expecting you to figure out the miles per hour of my fastball. I just... I think I'd do better with you there." 

"Who else is gonna be there?"

"Johnny, Mark, and your friend. Mark wanted to show off." Jaehyun's dimples made another appearance, and you couldn't help your heart racing behind your ribcage. "You don't have to say yes, but I'll be happy if you were there."

You thought for what felt like minutes, but in reality, it was nothing but seconds, "Yeah. I think it'd be fun."

"Unless we totally lose." He chuckled, "My only excuse would be that I was too distracted by you."

"Are you always this cheesy?" You smiled, shaking your head.

Jaehyun met your smile with his own, "I can be." He shrugged.

"It's cute." You whispered, "I'd love to see you play, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun was physically fighting his excitement, giving another shy smile, "Great. Great." He chuckled, squeezing your hand. "If that's the case, we should probably head to bed then. We've gotta be up early if we wanna make it in time."

"Right." Your hand reaches for your phone in your back pocket, and you open your contacts, getting ready to call a taxi to pick you up, "I can get a cab ride home."

"I was thinking..." He locked your phone, "Maybe you could spend the night here." He whispered shyly. 

"Oh." You thought for a second, "Oh!" 

Jaehyun chuckled, "Doesn't have to be anything more than innocent, if that's what you want." He stood up from the couch, your hand lingering in his. "Come on, I have some clothes you can wear."

"Please don't tell me you're gonna dress me up like Adam Sandler." You stood up, letting him guide you down the long hallway to his — once again — gigantic bedroom. The lighting was dim, and you would've thought he had the lights on the entire day if it wasn't for the sound of the switch flipping. There was a bay window adjacent to the bed set of velvety black duvet, sheets and dark stained bed frame. 

Jaehyun let you linger by the door while he wandered off to somewhere around the corner, only to return with a red dirt stained baseball jersey and a pair of sweats you were sure weren't going to fit you. "Here you go."

You snapped back from admiring his bedroom to grab the clothes, smiling at him, "Did you wash this?"

Jaehyun nodded, "Red dirt stains. Only way to get it out is power washing." 

"Good enough for me." You laughed, "Where should I change?"

"Oh! Right, right." He stepped behind you to guide you by your shoulders to the double bathroom, "You can change in here." He looked at you through the mirror, smiling softly, "And, if you aren't comfortable with us sleeping in the same bed, I can always take the guest room."

"You have a guest room, too?" You chuckled, setting the spare clothes he gave you on the counter.

"Yeah. The bed isn't as comfortable in there as it is in here, though." Jaehyun continued to watch you through the mirror before he turned his eyes away and walked out of the bathroom, "I'll let you get changed." He nodded, shutting the door behind him.

You took a little longer to admire the bathroom, your fingers running across the granite counter, the big mirror and the nice black sinks. He had a walk-in shower, lined with dark grey tile. You peeked around the sliding door to the shower, catching sight of a shower ledge where the occupant could sit. 

You smiled to yourself before you turned to start changing your clothes, pulling on the clothes Jaehyun was nice enough to offer. It smelled like him. And they were nice and soft.

You folded up the clothes you wore to the party, setting them to the side of the sink closest to the door, gently opening the door.

Jaehyun sat on the edge of the bed, standing up as soon as you stepped out, "Hey."

"Hi."

"They look better on you than on me." Jaehyun chuckled softly, blushing a soft pink, pushing his hair back with his hand, "I knew they would."

You raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly, "Is this your way of saying you wanna see me wear your clothes more often?"

"Yes, definitely." He wore clear framed glasses, andyou could swear you saw them fogging up from the blush growing on his cheeks. "I definitely want to see you in my clothes more often." He grabbed your hand in his own, squeezing it gently.

"We'll see." You teased, squeezing his hand back.

Jaehyun smiled, "Did you think... about...?" He pointed at the bed, silently asking. 

"If you want me to, I can sleep in the guest room." You started, "I mean, it's your bedroom. I am a guest."

"I have no issue sleeping in the guest room. The whole bed thing... that was a joke." Jaehyun cleared his throat, obviously tense. "The mattress in the other room is just the right amount of soft and stiff."

You had to stifle the laugh that threatened to leave. "Jaehyun, really, I don't have an issue sleeping in the guest room."

He nodded his head, "Okay, okay." He smiled awkwardly, "But, really, I wouldn't mind if you stayed in here with me. Just put this whole thing behind us." He laughed.

"Hm, that might be easier." You continued to hold his hand as you sat on the edge of the bed, "As long as you promise to not crush me."

"Don't worry. I sleep like a log. Fall asleep in one position, wake up in the morning in the same." He held up his hands in defense, "I also promise to try to keep my hands to myself."

"Haha." You laughed sarcastically, sitting him beside you.

"I'm just kidding. I'll keep my hands to myself if you want me to." He nudged you, intertwining your fingers together.

"And if I don't?"

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow again, glancing at you, "Then I won't."

You smiled, "Sounds like a plan." You let go of his hand to crawl up to the head of the bed, laying on your side as you rested on a pillow.

"What? Like you not wanting me to keep my hands to myself or...?"

You laughed, "Just come lay down. It's already almost 3am and you said we have to be up early, didn't you?" 

Jaehyun took off his glasses, setting them down on the bedside table, laying down on the pillow next to yours, a soft smile on his face. 

☆

You aren't sure when you fell asleep, and you definitely weren't sure about how you ended up with Jaehyun's arm over your hip, the alarm clock beside his bed blaring the god sound of the "Apex" ring tone. You slowly sat up, rubbing your eye and running your hand through your hair. You took a second to remember the scene of Jaehyun's bedroom before your eyes, turning your head to admire him. You were aware how odd it felt that you were allowing yourself to lay beside him in his bed, wearing his clothes. You weren't sure why you were doing this. 

You tried to convince yourself it was the alcohol you had the night before but you weren't even tipsy, let alone drunk. You could feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach as you thought about the night before, studying his face as he slept. You wondered how many people would kill to see this view. 

"Jaehyun." You whispered, leaning against your hand, brushing some hair from out of his face. 

"Hmm?" He grumbled, obviously half asleep.

"It's 8 a.m." You responded gently, quietly trying to coerce him out of his slumber, "We're gonna be late, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun groaned, pulling his arm back to his chest as he sat up and pressed the stop button on his home screen. He sighed, pulling his legs out of the covers so they could touch the ground. 

Some moment throughout the night, Jaehyun obviously pulled on a large white t-shirt and sweats, expelled the shirt from his body (evident by the white t-shirt thrown at the foot of the bed), and went to sleep. 

His back was muscular, his shoulder blades prominent as he stretched his arms above his head and in front of him. His fingers wiped at his eyes before he pulled on his glasses and stood up to stretch further.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked gruffly, turning to look at you, "I hope I didn't hog the bed too much."

You fought with your eyes as they wanted to linger on the happy trail below his belly button, settling on shutting your eyes as you smiled at him, "It was perfect, Jaehyun."

The sound of rustling sheets made you open your eyes to find Jaehyun on all fours, his face impossibly closer to you, "Good." He whispered, using a hand to pinch your chin with his thumb and index finger, "I've been thinking about kissing you again since last night."

Your cheeks turned red, and your heart raced in your chest. "Why didn't you do something about it earlier then?"

"You looked too beautiful sleeping." He smiled, "But, if you'll allow me, I'd like to do something about it now."

You smiled, "I'll allow it."

Jaehyun chuckled, cupping your cheek to press a kiss against your lips. His lips were still as soft as they were the night before, his hands gently as his thumb rubbed across the skin of your cheek. Despite it feeling like minutes, it was only seconds in reality until Jaehyun pulled away.

"Can I consider that my good luck kiss for tonight?" He asked softly. 

"Yeah." You chuckled, "And if you win, I'll maybe consider giving you a victory kiss as well."

"Sweet." He nodded, moving back to climb off the bed, making his way to the bathroom, "I'm gonna take a quick shower."

"Alright."

"I'll be back."

"'Kay." You smiled as he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, immediately reaching over to the nightstand to grab your phone. 

You don't know what you were thinking staying the night when you didn't even have a change of clothes. You sent Yeri a quick text asking her to grab you a set of clothes, anything would do. Especially something warm. 

You can tell she agreed when she started calling you on Facetime, which you answered.

"How was it?" She asked as soon as the call connected.

"What do you mean?" You asked, turning down the volume as you sat back against the headboard.

Yeri rolled her eyes, sitting up in her own bed, "Come on, share all the details." Her screen switched to "Paused" and you could only assume that she was scrolling either on Instagram or Tw- "Holy shit! You're at the Hallows?"

"Yeah, that's the name of the building."

"Y/N, how out of touch are you?" Yeri started, her face returning to the screen, "The Hallows is where all the famous people live, like Lee Jongsuk and Seo Inguk."

"Well, if you're asking, no, I haven't seen anyone." You started, "The lobby looked expensive, though."

"I've gotta see this!" She stood up, "Okay, tell me what outfit you want then I'll head there."

Yeri entered your room at your shared apartment, opening your closet and turning the camera to show you different shirts, pants and other fabrics. You both took about 30 minutes of the call deciding on a good outfit, before you both settled on something.

"I'll be there in a few. What should I do when I get there?" Yeri asked, folding the clothes neatly into a bag.

"I can grab the clothes from you in the lobby." You nodded, "I'll see you when you get here."

"Bye. Love you."

"Love you, Yeri." You responded before ending the call. 

You heard the shower water come to a stop, and you fully expected Jaehyun to walk out of the bathroom but you sat there, staring at the door as he stood behind it. 

A text from Yeri came through your phone and you stood up, making a slow trek to the front door, which you opened and closed behind you. You remembered the door number, and the floor number, and you memorized the button you'd have to press to get back up. You suddenly felt awkward to even walk down into the lobby wearing Jaehyun's clothes, but the awkwardness melt away as you saw the area empty. Yeri was the only one there, recording herself for her Instagram story. 

She was too absorbed in recording the lobby that when you stood in front of her as the camera panned to you, she jumped, a yelp getting cut off just as she released the button. "Jesus, you scared the crap out of me." She said through a laugh, patting your shoulder. 

"Do I look that bad?" You questioned, grabbing the clothes from her hand.

"No, you don't look bad. You know me." She chuckled, I brought you some extra shoes too, so you don't have to worry about wearing the ones from yesterday." 

"You're awesome."

"It's really nice in here." She started, looking around the lobby, "I almost feel too broke to be here." 

You ran your finger over the clothes, chuckling, "I felt the same." You smiled, "So, how'd it go last night with Mark?" 

Yeri smiled to herself, "Well, I think it went wonderfully." She paused, playing with her keyring, "He asked if I wanted to come with him to Jaehyun's game today." 

"I heard." You laughed, "At least you'll have me to play wingman."

"You're coming too?" She smiled, "Awesome! Now I don't have to be so nervous." 

You laughed, "I've gotta get ready. Jaehyun's already in the shower and everything." You gave her a hug, "Get back safe."

"Text me if anything new happens!"

"Same with you." You called the elevator, watching her walk back out to her car, where you're sure she'd play her song of the week over and over until she got tired of it.

You retraced your steps as you stepped into the elevator, thinking of the night before as Jaehyun clicked the floor button to get you up to his place. The elevator stalled, then moved upwards. 

You felt the same butterflies in your stomach as you rode the elevator up, smiling to yourself as you glanced down at the clothes you held in your arms.

Could you even begin to consider this a date? You thought to yourself, It could be considered nothing more than just visiting Jaehyun's workplace. 

As the elevator stopped, you made your way down the hallway and stopped right outside Jaehyun's front door. You knocked on the door, waiting patiently for him to open the door. Which he opened, to him wearing nothing more than black sweatpants around his waist, his hair dripping droplets down his collarbones. 

"Hi." You looked at him.

"Hey." He chuckled, "I thought you left."

You shook your head, "Without my shoes?"

"Good point." He opened the door a bit wider for you to step inside, which you did.

"Yeri just brought me some clothes to wear for today." You motioned to the folded clothes in your arms.

"That's nice of her." Jaehyun smiled, "You can use the bathroom to change if you'd like." He closed the door, "I'm making something to eat as well."

You nodded, making your way to the bathroom in the hallway, quickly changing into the outfit Yeri and yourself picked out through the video call. It looked almost as nice as you thought when you imagined it. Sure, the black shirt was darker than the washed out black pants, but you think that added to the charm. You folded up the clothes Jaehyun offered the night before on top of the washing machine in the bathroom, slowly opening the door into the hallway once more. 

It smelled of maple syrup and coffee, and you took a seat at the island in Jaehyun's kitchen as you watched him cook. It was simple breakfast food; bacon, eggs and some rice. You spot the coffeepot brewing, the soft sound of the java hitting the glass pot. Jaehyun seems to have taken a step away from the kitchen to pull on a shirt to wear. 

"Thank you." You whispered softly as he set a plate down in front of you of the food, taking a bite of the bacon. 

Jaehyun smiled at you, taking a seat beside you as he started to eat his meal with you as well. It was silent, save for the water used to make the coffee coming to an abrupt halt. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, not at all. It was comfortable. Like sitting in silence together was comforting enough. 

As soon as you both finished, Jaehyun cleaned up, poured himself a quick cup of coffee after offering — which you respectfully decline, "trying to cut back," you'd joke — and grabbed the bags by the door that you didn't notice earlier. A giant duffle back, and a backpack that looked like it's been through Hell and back, littered with handwriting, even some quips from Mark and Johnny. You joined him in The Heights spacious garage, climbing into the newest Genesis model as he opened the door for you after he shoved his bags into the backseat. 

Throughout the car ride, as his phone connected to Bluetooth and changed through the songs, Jaehyun would grab your hand every once in a while, not paying much attention to it as he drove to the stadium. You didn't bother moving your hand. 

Jaehyun pulled into the back of the stadium, parking his car in some obscure area and helped you out. There were news tabloids, sports enthusiasts and paparazzi everywhere, and you felt your heart racing in your throat. But Jaehyun made quickly to avoid them, pulling you in front of him as he stepped through the door before the cameras started flashing. All you saw before it shut was a blinding flash.

Jaehyun sighed softly, adjusting the bag over his shoulder, "This is where we split off." He whispered.

You felt upset. You spent nearly the last 12 hours with him and for him to split off from you now for who knows how long felt so weird. You could tell you grew attached to him.

"Hey," Jaehyun chuckled, "The game doesn't start until 6:30, you've got the rest of the day to chill." His hand trailed down your arm before he grabbed your hand.

"I know." You chuckled, "I do have some homework I was planning to finish from last night, so I could do that while I wait."

Jaehyun smiled, "Great." He rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, "Come on, I'll show you where you'll sit when the game starts." He began walking, silently passing you his jacket and let you sit down in the front row of the seats, watching as the field attendants chalked the dirt, and maintained the advertisements against the barriers. 

Jaehyun walked off after you sat down, giving you a wave as he walked off to where he needed to go.

You didn't realize how focused on your schoolwork you were until you felt the cold breeze and the loud chatter of other attendees. The stadium lights were turned on and the field attendants you saw hours ago were no longer there. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as people push by your legs; unsure whether you should stand up from the chair to let people through or pull them up to your chest. You pulled on the coat Jaehyun had given to you earlier around your shoulders, waiting patiently by yourself for the other three guests to arrive. 

And when they did, you smiled up at them.

"Yo, Y/N, what's up?" Mark gave you a headnod, sitting on a seat only one away from you. Yeri and Johnny followed behind Mark. Your best friend taking the seat right beside you.

Johnny sighed, "You guys are gonna make the tallest, lankiest guy push through you all?" You could tell he wasn't irritated, clearly making a small joke as he stepped over your feet to sit in the seat beside Mark. He sat down with a sigh, adjusting the jacket over his shoulders.

Mark and Johnny shared a quip with one another, Mark sharing a boisterous laugh like he always did. 

Yeri nudged you, smiling sweetly, "So, what have you been doing while waiting for the entertainment to return?" She asked.

You held up your phone, the word document plastered on the screen, "Homework."

"Like always." She sighed, "You look nice."

"Thanks." You smiled, quickly saving the document before you shoved the phone in the pocket of Jaehyun's jacket.

You and the trio all spoke to one another, talking about school, interests and other things to fill the time before you caught sight of the teams walking through their thresholds.

Attendants around you all began to share chants of their respective teams, some going as far to shout out jeering taunts to fans of the away team.

Johnny and Mark seemed familiar with this, standing from their seats and clapping as the teams prepared with their coaches for the game.

You caught sight of Jaehyun laughing, the mit around his hand worn and clearly aging. He looked around the stands, waving to fans before he stopped and glanced at you, giving a small wave and shy smile. 

The crowd exploded with a loud cheer after he waved at you, and the teams were off.

☆

A little over four hours later, the Sentinels had yet another win under their belt. Johnny and Mark were critiquing the plays made by both teams, while you and Yeri were busy trying to understand what the hell was happening in real time. It was different for the both of you when you were watching the plays in real time without any type of commentary or slow-mo videos to show the play. 

The wind picked up during the middle of the game and you were thankful Jaehyun gave you his jacket. Although, you weren't thankful for the wind sending a foul ball straight into the barrier net to keep the audience members safe. You could feel your heart racing, turning to laugh with Yeri, who was also frightened.

As soon as the game came to an end, everyone filed out of their seats, making there way to food stands or tailgates in the parking lot, where fans celebrated the Sentinels victory. Johnny, Mark, Yeri and yourself opted to waiting by the locker room for Jaehyun to walk out.

You held Jaehyun's coat over your arm, playing with your fingers as you waited. Mark and Johnny were having their own conversation while Yeri stood beside you, doing some complex edit to the photo she took with you and the boys to post on her Instagram story. 

"Dude, I'm hungry!" Mark complained, leaning his head back against the wall, rubbing his stomach.

Johnny snorted, "Yeah, I bet you want that stadium hot dog."

Mark gave his usual chortle, hitting Johnny's arm in a playful way, "Shut the hell up, dude." He spoke through his laughe. 

Yeri leaned against the wall beside you, sighing, "Yeah, I'm hungry, too. I haven't had stadium nachos in years."

"Yeri, the last time you've had stadium nachos was at school at the football game last week." You teased, locking your phone as you looked at her. 

"Well, it feels like years." She mumbled, looking at Mark, "Wanna come with me?"

You could see Mark's eyes light up, nodding his head rapidly, "Yeah, yeah, let's go."

Johnny kicked off the wall, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, "I might as well come, too. Don't want you two to get lost." He looked at you quickly, "Wanna come, Y/N?"

"No, I'm okay. I ate before I came." You smiled softly, "You guys go eat. I'll wait for Jaehyun so he doesn't think we ditched him." You waved them off.

Yeri held up her phone, "Well, text me if you want anything."

You nodded your head, waving to them as they walked away before you leaned back against the wall as you pulled out your phone to occupy the short amount of time. 

You were invested in the random video of how fossils were formed, blackhead videos, mukbang ASMR, and other interesting videos. And you would've kept watching if you didn't see the last of the team file out of the locker room, save for the dark haired male you came with. You watched the team leave, and you pulled a frown. 

You began to question what was taking him so long, but decided to leave it as it was. It wasn't your concern what was taking him so long. You were a guest.

You looked at the locker room door for a moment longer, and hovered your thumb over the pause button on the video about who knows what — you blocked that information out. And just as you were about to press play, your phone chimed and vibrated.

jaehyun:

no one's in here, if you wanna come in.

so you don't have to wait in the cold.

delivered 1 sec ago

You blushed; for one, it was the men's locker room. And second, you didn't know where your thoughts were going. All you could remember was this morning, where Jaehyun pulled open his front door with just a towel on. You kept the text open for a moment, before you approached the locker room door. You looked both ways three times. One look was too quick. The second, in case any one was approaching. Third, for extra measure. 

Your fingers held onto the handle for a second as you contemplated a little more, the metal handle cold from the breeze drafting through the open stadium. 

You pulled open the door, peeking your head in slowly, "Jaehyun?" You called softly, your voice echoing off the walls, making it seem louder than you intended.

"Over here." Jaehyun responded, and you quickly stepped inside, the squeaking of the hydrolic hinge echoing just as loud as the door latching behind you. Your shoes hit the ground as you stepped in further to find Jaehyun within the maze of lockers. 

And you did find him. He stood by a locker, a black Sentinels branded towel hanging low around his waist. It's clearly not like you haven't seen him shirtless, let alone half-naked. You saw both visuals this morning. But it was the fact his hair dripped drops of water down his back, over his shoulders, even down his face. The fact his back and arms were so muscular. And the very obvious fact that beside the towel, he wore nothing at all.

Jaehyun turned around briefly, chuckling, "Hey." He whispered softly.

"Hi."

He smiled to himself at your small voice, using his hand to keep the towel around his hips. He seemed... shy? More shy than you've grown accustomed to. You were thinking that it was definitely because of the circumstances of where his clothes were. He cleared his throat, "Hey, I just... uh," He started, grabbing your hand in his own and stepping a little closer to you, "I wanted to say thank you for coming to see the game." He squeezed your hand in his own, smiling shyly, "It's the first time I've actually had so many people come see me. Uh, in terms of VIP."

"I'm glad I could come, too." You smiled back, "I had fun. Plus, it was nice to see an actual baseball game in person, and not on a television." You tilted your head to the side as you thought, "Although, I didn't expect that many grown men to get excited when you waved."

Jaehyun laughed, "Yeah, they can get pretty excited." He smiled, "But, I think that kiss you gave me this morning gave me the good luck I thought it would."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He chuckled, glancing away for a quick second, "Does that mean I get that victory kiss you were talking about?" He asked softly, the hand that held his towel tightly was released, cupping your cheek with it. "You said you'd consider it."

You laughed, kissing his lips softly. 

Two days. Two days of electric tension bubbling between you guys was finally boiling over the top as you both kissed. You could tell Jaehyun was kind enough to act as the gentleman he always was for these two days, but from the way his hands wandered as you both moved your lips in sync was enough to tell you that he was desperate to touch you, to claim you as his own.

At first, he had one hand against your cheek, then both hands resting on your hips, then before you knew it, Jaehyun's hands trailed down your legs, and guided them around his waist as he lifted you up effortlessly and seated you on his lap as he sat on the bench in the middle of the floor. Jaehyun's lips never stopped moving against your own, his thumb rubbing your thigh through your pants as you straddled his hips.

Jaehyun parted from the kiss momentarily, glancing at your face as your lips grew swollen from the kiss. His hands moved from your thighs and found their way under your shirt, his thumb brushing against the skin of your stomach. "You look amazing." He whispered, placing open-mouthed kisses against your neck. 

You rested your hand against his neck as he kissed yours, your other brushing your fingers against his arm; over the veins you admired the night before, over the carpal boss of his wrist before he intertwined his fingers with your own again. Jaehyun's hips pressed against your own as his chest did the same with your own. 

"Jaehyun." You whispered softly, squeezing his hand in his own.

Despite the gentle whisper, Jaehyun had no intentions proceeding without anything more, pressing his lips to your shoulder through the fabric of your shirt, "Hm?" He hummed out, pulling away slightly to look at you, "What's wrong?"

"I just didn't think we'd share a moment like this in the locker room." You chuckled shyly, looking at him, "Not that I'm complaining, it's kinda hot, but..."

Jaehyun cupped your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "I understand." He whispered, "How about this? I'll get dressed and then we can head back to my place — or yours, I'm okay with either."

You nodded softly, climbing off his lap and sitting on the bench while he stood up to get dressed. He pulled on his briefs with the towel around his waist, loosening it to throw over his head and dry his hair. 

You looked around the locker room to avoid getting caught staring, admiring the red and black walls, the Sentinels logo in the center of the wall. You over analyzed every detail; how crooked the logo was, how some of the red bled into the black, even how there were smudges of paint left on the lockers. Maybe you were being a bit too critical; after all, you weren't an artist and sometimes mistakes happen. You began to beat yourself up because why would you criticize art if you couldn't even draw a stick figure, let alone a giant logo like the Sentinels had. Maybe you'd take an art class.

When you looked back at Jaehyun, he was dressed in his usual attire, the attire you were most accustomed to. The grey, baggy cargo pants, the black muscle tee, the backwards Sentinels baseball cap. He looks just how you were first introduced to him, and it was comforting. He grabbed his bags and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he led you out of the locker room.

"Hey! There they are." Johnny called, a half eaten corn dog held in his hand, "We were looking everywhere for you two."

Yeri held the paper boat of nachos in her hand as she gave you a knowing look, biting into a cheese and jalapeño covered chip.

Mark breathed heavily, "I ran around the entire stadium looking."

Jaehyun chuckled, shaking his head, "You guys didn't have to do that." He smiled, "Well, we're gonna head out."

"Why don't we get something to drink as celebration?" Johnny suggested, taking a bite of the corn dog.

"Sorry. Have plans." Jaehyun shrugged, guiding you past the three of them. 

Yeri took another bite of her nachos, "Wear protection!" She called, more so to you than Jaehyun, or at least you think so.

"Dude, ew!" Mark's laugh echoed off the walls as you and Jaehyun walked off.

Jaehyun was on a mission trying to get you both to the car so you both could get out of there and relieve some sexual tension. Not only did he have to deal with some of the teammates of him stopping him, he also had to deal with team managers, coaches, and some fans of him that were begging for autographs and photos; which he gladly accepted, because he wouldn't be anything without the people who supported him. That continued the whole entire way as you both walked to the back of the stadium where he parked earlier in the morning. 

Jaehyun slowly peeked out of the door before he closed it as soon as he opened it, "Here." He whispered, swinging the backpack to his side and pulled out some sunglasses, "There's gonna be a lot of cameras flashing, so wear these and only look straight ahead." 

You nodded, pulling on the sunglasses. Jaehyun grabbed your hand in his own, and slowly opened the door again, guiding you out with him. And that's when you understood what Jaehyun meant; the flashes of the cameras were speeding in at one per second. Jaehyun was used to it, but you definitely weren't. He gave a nod, a wave, even a handshake to paparazzi, keeping you close to his side. There was a security guard that helped you both make way to the car. You wondered how so many people were able to obey one security guard, let alone with that many people.

The car was inches away from you both, Jaehyun's fingers grazing the handle to the passenger side door, helping you inside. 

"Jaehyun, is that your girlfriend?" A paparazzi shouted, continuing to take pictures, most likely blurry from the nudging and shoving from other paparazzi. Since when did athletes have the same amount of paparazzi as superstars. 

Jaehyun shut the door, giving you a smile as he shoved the bags into the backseat, "Yeah, she is." He responded to the paparazzi, shutting the door and let the security guard guide him to the driver's side. The security even went as far to check under, on top and inside the car's backseat. 

Once the security gave the go ahead, Jaehyun pulled out of the car lot, his hand immediately finding your own. 

"Sorry about that." He said, making his way back towards his place.

"Oh, it's okay." You took off the sunglasses he gave you, holding them by the nose bridge as you folded the arms, "I feel sorry you have to deal with that. No wonder you drive a Honda." You smiled.

Jaehyun laughed, "I meant saying you were my girlfriend." He glanced at you, pausing the music on his phone, "It's easier to say that than explaining we're in a talking stage, you know?"

"It's fine." You glanced at his side profile, "I know what you mean." You mumbled, "I don't mind. Being considered your girlfriend, I mean." You smiled to yourself.

Jaehyun smirked, squeezing your hand, "You sure about that?"

"Yeah."

Jaehyun nodded, playing the music to fill the silence. The music playing varied between The Weeknd, Lloyd, and even some underground artists you had no clue existed. But the one variation that they all had in common was that they were heavy intented with sexual innuendos and sexual tension. You have no idea if Jaehyun made a playlist with these types of songs or if they just happened to be playing on shuffle back to back. But either way, they were definitely setting the mood. 

Jaehyun pulled into the roundabout, grabbing his bags before passing his spare car keys to the valet and helped you out of the vehicle. 

"Why don't you park it yourself?" You questioned, reaching for the strap of Jaehyun's backpack and throwing it over your shoulders. You were genuinely curious, glancing up at him.

Jaehyun shrugged, "I don't know. They only allow employees out there. I guess it's the luxury part of the apartments." He guided you inside and to the elevator, clicking the floor button that you memorized from this morning.

You chuckled, "Do you like living here?"

"It's nice. But, I'm not much of a big house guy. I've never been interested in it." He leaned against the railing of the elevator, the duffle bag between his legs as you stood in front of him.

"So, why get a giant apartment?"

Jaehyun shrugged, "The commissioner of the team paid the lease if I agreed to join the Sents." He glanced down at his hands, "But, I'd much rather having a nice little apartment."

The elevator rung and stalled to a stop as you both reached the hallway, your hands never leaving one another's as he guided you to his door.

You felt the butterflies grow in your stomach, your heart beating in your throat and your hands clam up. Was now a bad time to say you can't remember the last time you've had sex? You really don't understand why you're feeling so nervous all of a sudden, you were both having a great conversation in the car and now, you felt like you were about to throw up.

Jaehyun pushed open the door, setting the duffel bag on the ground under the upholstered bench at the entryway, kicking off his shoes. You followed, setting the backpack down beside the bench and neatly placed your shoes next to his. You were trying to buy time to settle the butterflies in your chest by rearranging the shoes a little bit. And when you stood up, you gasped when you felt Jaehyun's hand on your own, once again. 

"If you're too nervous, we don't have to continue." He spoke in that soft voice, the same one you grew accustomed to since the night before. "I'm nervous myself."

You took a deep breath, sighing softly, "I'm nervous but... I want this."

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes."

Jaehyun stepped closer, your back pressed against the front door, he cupped your chin, his thumb brushing your bottom lip, "Can I kiss you? Is that okay?"

You nodded your head, "You don't have to ask."

Jaehyun kissed you — feverishly. Like a man starved, he pressed you against the door and kissed you like any man would with the woman they love. You felt his hands wandering again, squeezing your hips before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. 

His tongue found its way into your mouth, rubbing against yours. You could feel him through his pants, and he was hard. You so desperately wanted to touch him, but you didn't want to cross a boundary he might not like, so you settled for kissing him back as feverishly as he was.

A gentle groan escaped his lips as you pressed against him, a whispered "fuck" breathed into your mouth. He tapped his fingers against your thigh, silently telling you to jump up, which you obliged. He steadied you with the arm around your waist, and guided your legs around his hips as he held you effortlessly.

"You okay with moving this to the bedroom, baby?" He spoke with a gravelly voice, his lips swollen from the kiss. You felt the butterflies grow in your stomach again, your heart racing, and your panties growing wetter as he looked at you with those gentle, yet dominant eyes. You couldn't help yourself but nod.

Jaehyun smiled, carrying you over to the bedroom, crawling onto the bed and resting you on his lap as he continued to kiss at your skin, his lips trailing along your jaw, neck and shoulder. "Do you wanna continue?"

You nodded, your hand running through his hair, "I do."

Jaehyun smiled, pressing soft kisses across your face, "Okay, baby." He placed one soft kiss against your lips, adjusting his position so you were laying back on the bed, and he was between your legs. He reached over to the bedside table, pulling out a condom and looking at you softly, "Open it for me?" He chuckled.

You grabbed the packet and tore it open with your teeth, passing it to him, "Expecting a lot of play?" You teased, motioning to the box of condoms.

Jaehyun smiled, shaking his head, "Only if you want to." He nudged your leg playfully, "And I'm hoping after this, you're the only one I fuck."

You bit your bottom lip, smiling sweetly, "I haven't had any complaints yet." 

He set the condom off to the side, skillfully unbuttoning your bottoms and pulled them off your legs, throwing them off to the side.

"Oh, my—" You mumbled.

"I'll buy you a new one." He whispered, his hands pulling off his shirt, "Anything you need, I'll get it for you." His shirt was the second piece of fabric added to the growing pile of clothing, his hands pulling off your own shirt, "You're so pretty." He whispered breathlessly, "You don't understand how hard it was to keep my hands off you." 

"You shouldn't have." You smile softly, brushing your fingers through his hair as he kissed at your collarbone.

"I'll keep that in mind." Jaehyun's breath fanned against your chest, and he looked up at you, "You're so beautiful. I was hypnotized when I first saw you in person, I swear."

You laughed, "Did Mark push you to come pour my drink?"

"No, I took that initiative myself." He smiled, his fingers tangling in the waistband of your panties, "I was sick of waiting." He chuckled.

And you were sick of waiting. It's two days of complete sexual tension and it was almost painful waiting for anything more to happen. You can't remember the last time you had this much sexual tension with someone, let alone the last time someone desired you this bad.

"Jaehyun..." You whispered out, as he pressed kisses to your hip bone, "Please, I can't wait anymore."

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your hip once more, "You can't wait anymore?" He teased, "I spent months fantasizing about this, and you can't wait anymore?" He hummed.

"You know what I mean." You whined, feeling your cheeks blush as you leaned your head back against the pillows.

"Okay, okay, baby. I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer." His dimples imprinted his cheeks, sitting up from between your legs and grabbed the condom from beside him, "You've been patient and I appreciate that." He dipped his hand into the waistband of his pants, his cock resting in his hand as he rolled the condom on, slowly pumping himself in his hand, "Fuck, look what you do to me, baby."

You wrapped your legs around his hips, using the heel of your foot to pull him closer to your heat.

Jaehyun's hand pressed against the pillow you laid on top of, guiding the tip of his cock into you, slowly pressing into you, "Oh, fuck..."

"Oh my god..." You whispered out, tangling your fingers through his hair as he pressed his chest against yours, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck.

"I'm gonna start moving, baby."

"Mmhmm..."

Jaehyun slowly began thrusting into you, the tip of his cock pressing against your sweet spot, your toes curling and fingers tightening on the hair on the back of his head. Jaehyun's long eyelashes brushed against your jawline as he continued to press soft kisses on your neck, "So soft, so pretty." He whispers against you skin, his tongue wetting the plain, gently sucking.

Gasping, you rolled his hips up against his, "Jae," Your words come out shaky, the heat moving from your cunt up to your ears.

"Sensitive there?" He whispered, nibbling on the skin, his hand moving from your cheek to press between you two to rub his index and middle finger along your clit. 

"Fuck!" 

Jaehyun chuckled, "You're so wet, princess." He smiled, his hips continuing to press into your own, "God, I imagined how pretty you'd look underneath me for so long." His cock twitched against your walls, a moan escaping his lips, "Feels so good... Could keep fucking you forever."

The words you wanted to speak disappeared just as quickly as they appeared, listening to your thoughts echo Jaehyun as he continued to press into you. Silent babbles were occupied with whines and moans, clenching down on his dick as he moved. "Jae, Jae,"

"I gotcha, baby. I'm right here." He whispered softly, rubbing your legs, "Jae's right here."

You groaned as Jaehyun grabbed your hips, guiding you along his length, "So good..." You whined.

"I know, baby. Like you were made for me." Whispering in your ear, Jaehyun's fingers found their way to your clit once more, flicking it gently, "A pretty, soaking wet pussy just for my dick."

You jolt slightly as Jaehyun flicked you clit, a heat wave washing over your body as it blushed, simultaneously, goosebumps covered your skin from Jaehyun's words.

Jaehyun smiled softly, whispering sweet nothing against your ear, "So tight. It feels so good."

"Fuck, Jaehyun...." You whispered out, your throat straining as you attempted to speak.

Jaehyun's fingers worked against your clit, continuing the same pace of his hips, "Does it feel good, baby?" 

The words he whispered were enough to make your pussy jump, nodding your head. Glancing down at the bulge of your stomach, you couldn't help the moan escape your throat, "Oh, fuck." 

Jaehyun groaned, his hand lingering on your hip, "Look at you..." He whispered, more to himself, "Wanna fuck you everyday."

Jaehyun's voice was hoarse, his eyes staring into your own. He leaned closer, kissing your lips in contrast to the brutal pounding of his hips. He hummed against your lips, sliding his tongue between your lips and rubbed his own against yours. 

Jaehyun pulled away for a moment, looking at you, "Can I taste you, princess?"

It was a question you honestly couldn't refuse. You nodded your head, whining softly at his exit but allowed him to continue to kiss down your body, his breath fanning against your wet cunt.

Licking his lips, Jaehyun hummed softly at the white cream around your hole, "Shit..." He whispered out, pressing soft kisses against your sensitive clit.

"Jae!" You yelped as his lips pressed against you, blushing softly as another wave of heat covered your core.

Jaehyun smiled, the dimples on his cheeks making an appearance before he delved into you, his tongue licking your hole, savoring the flavor. 

You gasped softly and let your hands immediately slip through his hair, feeling the soft strands tickle the inside of your wrist. 

He was eating you out like a man starved, his fingers pressing into you as his lips and tongue danced with one another against your pussy. Jaehyun's eyes closed as he continued to thrust his fingers into you and taste you against his tongue, the cold of the ring around his finger soothing the burn of your body.

You could only handle so much more as he curled his fingers into you, gasping and whining as he teased the spongey spot inside you. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers, moaning softly, "Ri- Right there, Jae."

Jaehyun's fingers continued to rub against the spot, his tongue lapping up all your juices that dribbled onto his fingers like it was juice rolling down his hand. 

Your pussy sobbed as he continued tasting you and teasing you, feeling the warm coil break in your stomach, the creamy cum coating every line of his hand, covering the silver ring that pressed against your hole and leaving a white ring around the base of his fingers.

"Fuck," he whispered against you clit, moaning softly as he slowly moved his fingers inside you, "That was hot."

You whined shyly as he continued to press into your heat, his fingers never moving from the spot inside you, "Keep moving your fingers like that, and I'll cum again."

Jaehyun smiled, "I'm always up for a challenge." He teased, kissing your thigh, "Only if you are."

You blushed softly; how could resist such an invitation? You were so out of practice that you were out of breath only after cumming once, you had to at least repay the favor.

"Can I suck your cock?" You asked gently, sitting up on your elbows.

Jaehyun chuckled softly, moving his fingers out of your cunt, "Do you want to?"

You used this chance to adjust your position and lay across his lap, your mouth salivating at the sight of his cock, covered in the clear condom. You looked up at him with shy eyes, nodding your head.

"You gotta say it, baby." He whispered, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

"I wanna." You mumbled, entangling your fingers with his own.

Jaehyun smiled, leaning forward to peck your forehead, "Good girl." He whispered in your ear, "Go ahead." He guided you with his words, letting you roll the condom off his cock and kiss at the red cherry colored tip. A groan parted his lips as he settled his hand against your head. He didn't push, he just used it as silent praise, letting you take your own pace with what you were doing.

Yet, his hand on the back of your head almost gave you the motivation to do more; You wrapped your lips around his cock, slowly bobbing along the length, using your tongue to tease the slit of his cock. Your hand moved downward, rubbing against his sack, listening to his whines as you sucked him off.

Jaehyun glanced down at you, using his hands to move your hair away from your face and wrap it gently around his hand, "You're gorgeous." He whispered, as he admired your lips turning a swollen red, your flushed cheeks, your pretty fingers rubbing against him and your eyes lidded as you savored him on your tongue. 

Looking up at him through your lashes, you moaned at the praise, tasting the pre-cum leaking against your tongue. Pulling away with a thin string of saliva keeping you both connected as you took the moment to pump him in your hand, the pre-cum oozing from his slit.

"Fuck," Jaehyun leaned in closer, pressing his lips against yours to taste himself against your tongue, "You're so pretty." He moaned as your hand continued to move against his member.

You smiled softly, "You're not too bad looking yourself." You smiled, "Taste good too."

Jaehyun smiled softly, soft whimpers leaving his lips as you wrapped yours back around the cock head. Your finger traced the vein on the underside of his cock, drool dripping from your lips down his girth.

"Shit, f-fuck," He whined, "So close, baby. Keep going."

Listening to Jaehyun's sounds was enough to encourage you to continue until his muscles tensed, heavy pants escaping his throat. The taste of Jaehyun's cum against your tongue was like a hunger that you weren't aware you had sated. You had the taste linger on your tongue as you pulled away from his cock, swallowing the thick release.

"God, baby..." Heavy breaths, messy (but still insanely perfect) hair and flushed cheeks only suited him more, "That was perfect."

You smiled, laying back on the bed as you soak up the compliments.

Jaehyun lay beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he placed soft kisses against your neck, jawline, cheek.

You both continued to cuddle, letting Jaehyun fawn over you as you laid with one another until either of you fell asleep. You didn't mind being doted on. It was kinda nice.

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[achilles-rage]

Can’t Hold Back

summary: the three times you almost jump eddie, and the one time you do.

word count: 3.7k

request: anon- I NEEEED something about reader being obsessed with Eddies moustache, just her wanting to jump him constantly cos she finds it so hot. Sorry I am so obsessed with the stache it’s unhealthy.

a/n: this was longer than i originally intended, but when i was writing the last part, the urge i have to suck the soul out of this man took over and we got this. i kept thinking about the ring pop scene when he tilts his head back okay?? sue me!! anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: smut, tiny comb slander (affectionately<3), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ only!

You remember the first time you saw Eddie’s mustache. You were extremely busy with work, so you hadn’t seen him for a couple weeks. When you finally had time to see each other, he invited you over for dinner, and when he opened the door, you weren’t sure what to do. 

He seemed a little nervous to show you, but you quickly reassured him that you liked it. Actually, you fucking loved it, but you felt a little weird about telling him that it made you want to drag him to the bedroom and not come out until the next day.

When he sets down the plate of food in front of you, your mouth waters. With so much newfound free time, he finally forced himself to learn to cook better, and it was definitely paying off. He seems so proud of himself when you take a bite and have to fight back a moan, and as amazing as the food is, you still struggle to finish your plate instead of skipping right to the end of the night.

It doesn’t help that the entire dinner, he’s extremely interested in everything you have to say; excited to finally catch up on everything going on the past few weeks that you insisted you “just had to tell him in person.” 

He’s being so attentive and sweet, and you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

Everytime he touches his mustache, or brings his napkin up to wipe his face, your eyes are glued to his lips. Frankly, you feel a little bit insane for how much you love the new addition to his face. You wonder if he’d be willing to grow a beard as well?

Once dinner is finished, you help him clear the table, and as he rinses the plates in the sink, you lean against the counter beside him. God, he’s even more attractive when he’s not paying attention, you think. He’s rambling on about a call he got the other day at work, and you try to listen intently, but with the way his mouth is moving, every word is pretty much in one ear and out the other.

When he reaches for the dish towel to dry his hands, you move to stand in front of him, slipping your arms around his neck and pulling him against you. Your lips find his quickly, and after he lets out a quiet hum of surprise, his arms are wrapping around your plush middle, keeping you against him as you deepen the kiss.

Just as you start to trail one hand down his chest, desperate to get to his belt, he breaks the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours as he takes in a big breath of air, his eyes sparkling and a big smile on his face. God, he’s missed this.

“I have a surprise.” he tells you softly, as if afraid to disturb the calmness surrounding you two.

“What?” you ask with a grin, although the question begging to fall from your lips is “what the hell could be better than this surprise?” 

“They’re playing your favourite movie at the theatre downtown; some kind of anniversary special. I got us tickets.” he tells you excitedly, giddy to see your reaction. 

Your smile widens, and you laugh quietly before you pull him back in for a kiss. You mumble a “thank you” against his lips, and when you pull away, he’s grinning almost as widely as you are.

“Anything for you, mi amor.” he tells you earnestly, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the sentiment. You’re a little disappointed; all you wanted was to drag him to bed, or the couch, or honestly, the kitchen counter. But, you are excited about being able to see your favourite movie in the theatre, and he’s so proud of himself. You know you can’t do what you’ve been waiting for since he let you into his house, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less excited about going out with Eddie for the night. Your plans will just have to wait.

You watch with a small smile as Eddie frantically moves around the house, trying to find his wallet and keys so he can get to work. You can see both items from where you’re leaning against the wall near the front door, waiting to see him off. You let him search for a minute before you call his name, and when he turns, his shoulders relax upon setting site on you holding his wallet in one hand, and his keys in the other.

He closes the distance between you and grabs the keys from your hand, then raises his other hand to cup your cheek and bring his lips to your forehead. You close your eyes for a moment as he presses a soft kiss to your skin, wishing he didn’t have to leave so soon.

“What would I do without you, mi amor?” he murmurs fondly when he pulls away. He takes a moment to scan your face, taking in the small smile on your lips, and the sparkle in your eyes, and he silently thanks God that you’re in his life.

“I love you.” he finally says, then drops his hand from your cheek and makes his way toward the front door.

“Forgetting something?” you ask with a smirk when he opens the front door. He turns to you with a confused look, then makes his way back over to you slowly. He pulls you into him by the flesh of your hips, giving you a deep kiss. You feel his mustache tickle your skin, and you smile into the kiss, feeling his panic about being late temporarily melt away as he focuses on you.

When he pulls away, he gives you a wink, then turns again towards the door. You laugh softly as you roll your eyes; is that seriously what he thought he forgot? If he weren’t actually so late, you’d let him get all the way to his truck before you speak up again.

“Eddie,” you say with a laugh, trying to get his attention. “I meant your wallet, but I love where your mind went.” you tease when he turns to you again. His brows are furrowed, and when he sees you still holding his wallet in your hand, you see the redness appear in his cheeks. He covers his slight embarrassment up with a chuckle, then reaches out and takes his wallet. 

“Then I guess I forgot two things.” he says, trying to cover up his mistake with a cocky smirk. You shake your head, the smile stuck on your face as you narrow your eyes. 

He takes the extra time to press another kiss to your lips, this one deeper, and your knees almost buckle when his hand comes up to lightly grip your throat. You try to chase his lips when he pulls back, but he holds your head back with that same smirk etched on his face. 

God, if it weren’t for his shift in 10 minutes, you’d be pushing him over to the couch and sinking to your knees in front of him. How the hell was he able to turn the tables so quickly? One second he’s embarrassed, and the next he has the heat rushing to your cheeks and your heart hammering in your chest.

“I love you.” he tells you again, and you nod, swallowing as you stare into his eyes. Your eyes trail down to the hair above his upper lip, and you lick your lips. How can a mustache be this attractive? All you want to do is keep him home all day and show him just how much you like the new facial hair he’s sporting.

“I love you.” you murmur, and then he’s gone; out the door and in his truck before you can react. Motherfucker, you think, he knows what he’s doing.

“Eds, have you seen my necklace?” you call from the bedroom. You know you wore it to his house; you remember making sure it was facing the right way last night when you were in his bathroom before dinner. Even so, you’ve looked everywhere, and it’s nowhere to be found.

“It’s in here!” he calls back from his bathroom, and you let out a relieved sigh. The necklace isn’t expensive or sentimental or anything, but it is one of your favourites.

You let out a laugh when you walk into the bathroom, seeing the smallest comb you think you’ve ever seen, looking even smaller in Eddie’s large hands. He turns to you with a frown, his brows furrowed.

“Yeah, keep laughing. I’ll remember this the next time you tell me how much you love how soft it is.” he says with a scoff, a teasing glint in his eyes. You laugh softly, shaking your head as you walk further into the bathroom and grab your necklace off the counter.

He has a point, you guess. You do love how it feels against your skin when his lips are on yours, or when he’s nipping at your neck, or when he’s pressing open mouth kisses to your inner thighs.

You feel desire pooling in your stomach as you think about it, but you try to ignore it as you look at yourself in the mirror and clasp your necklace around your neck. 

You’re very sure that he keeps using the stupid little comb for longer than he should as you stand there fiddling with your necklace. Surely it doesn’t take more than 3 swipes with the comb to do whatever the hell he thinks he’ll accomplish with it.

You can’t help the small laugh that tumbles out of your mouth as you shake your head, trying to snap out of the weird trance Eddie has you in. How can him using a goddamn mini comb be so attractive? It doesn’t help that he’s wearing his LAFD shirt, and it’s just tight enough to show the outline of his chest.

“What?” he asks when your laugh hits his ears. You hum softly, shaking your head as you fight back a smile. 

“Nothing, nothing.” you try to wave him off, finally tearing your attention back to your necklace and securing it around your neck.

He narrows his eyes at you, and you both make eye contact through the mirror, but neither of you say another word. You take a step back as he leans away from the mirror and stands up straight, and you can’t fight the loud giggle you let out when you see that he not only has a tiny comb, but a tiny holder for his tiny comb.

“What the hell is that?” you ask through giggles, and he sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Well, I don’t wanna lose it, do I?” he replies, as if that’s a perfectly reasonable answer.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how important your little comb is.” you tease. Tiny comb and holder aside, he looks incredibly good today. The worst part is, you have a while before either of you have to leave for the day, and you can’t even take advantage of the situation. If you were to throw yourself at him right now, he’d never let you forget that his tiny comb that you made fun of him for couldn’t even stop you from still wanting him.

You’re at the grocery store with Eddie when you hear a scream from a few aisles over, then a frantic voice yelling for help. You freeze for a moment, your heart rate spiking and your hair standing on end, but when Eddie races out of the aisle and towards the situation, you snap out of it. 

You follow him, cart momentarily forgotten as you jog in the direction Eddie ran in. When you make it to the aisle, you see an older man passed out on the floor, and a woman is standing over him in tears while Eddie checks his pulse. 

You can hardly hear anything when Eddie turns to you, and it’s only when he waves his hand in front of his face that you can hear him. You blink a few times, then reach into your purse with shaky hands to grab your phone and dial 9-1-1 like Eddie asked. 

You kneel beside him and put the phone on speaker, holding it out in front of him so he can speak to the dispatcher. As Eddie continues to assess the man while speaking to the dispatcher, another man kneels down on the other side of the older man, trying to tell Eddie what to do. 

Eddie explains to him that he doesn’t need help calmly, and you’re not sure how he can remain so mellow right now, even if this is his job. Your hands are shaking, and all you’re doing is holding the phone.

The man continues to try to help, doing what you assume is everything wrong, because after a moment, Eddie erupts.

“Back up. You’re making it worse. I’m not gonna let him die because of you.” The man raises his hands in surrender, then slowly stands up and backs up. You watch as Eddie goes back to tending to the man, licking your lips in a desperate attempt to wet your dry lips. 

You feel extremely guilty, but the way Eddie just takes over has you too aware of everything around you. You can feel the thin layer of sweat on your skin from the stress, you can feel your heart beating in your chest, and you can feel the way Eddie’s thigh is touching the outside of yours. This is definitely not the time, but he’s just so smart, so capable.

You finally snap out of it when the paramedics come in, tapping your shoulder gently to urge you to move out of their way. You hang up the phone haphazardly as you stand up, feeling Eddie’s arm wrap around your waist, his hand resting on your hip and pulling you against him as he backs the both of you up to give the paramedics even more room.

You can feel Eddie’s breath on your neck when he leans his head towards you and whispers into your ear.

“Are you okay, baby?” You shiver at the sensation, nodding quickly as you blink a few times. “He’s gonna be okay. He just has low blood sugar, he just needs a glucagon shot.”

He thinks you’re on edge because of the man, and while you are worried about him, you know that Eddie knows what to do, that he’d be able to help him.

You both make your way back to the aisle you were in when you heard the scream and bring your cart up to the front in silence, neither of you remembering that you still have a few more groceries to get.

When you’re finally out of the store and the groceries are in his car, you check around you, smirking to yourself when you see no one in sight. You’re lucky that Eddie parks so far away from the doors; not wanting to risk anyone hitting his car and damaging the paint. You definitely don’t want anyone to see this.

Your lips are on his in an instant, your hands cupping his face as you push him back a step so his back hits the side of his truck. He hums in surprise, then melts into the kiss, raising one hand to your jaw while the other holds you by the waist.

“That was so hot.” you whisper against his lips, your kiss growing sloppy and needy. He chuckles against your lips, then slips his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth, savouring your taste. You can feel his facial hair along your skin, and it makes you shiver. He was right about that stupid comb. His mustache is extremely soft, with just the right amount of scratchiness that makes your head spin.

“Yeah?” he asks in a cocky tone against your lips, barely registering that you’re practically throwing yourself at him in the middle of the grocery store parking lot. You hum softly, nodding as much as you can with your lips glued to his.

The only thing that snaps him out of his daze is your hands moving down to his belt. He pulls back, chest heaving as he looks into your hooded eyes, pupils blown and full of lust.

“I think we should get home before we get arrested.” he teases you softly, and although you know he’s right, the thought of having to wait makes you whine softly.

You part from him reluctantly, then get into the passenger seat while Eddie returns the cart. When he’s back in the car and on the way back to your place, you reach over and place a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the growing tent in his pants.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks lowly, a playful smirk on his face as he glances over at you, his eyes narrowed. You shrug, humming softly as you drag your nails up and down the fabric of his jeans.

He’s about to respond when you move your hand directly over his cock, growing harder with each passing moment. A strangled gasp escapes his throat, and his grip tightens on the wheel, knuckles white as you slowly palm him through his jeans.

“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” he asks, his breathing growing more ragged and his tone changing to one of warning. You bite your lip, a small smile peeking out as you add more pressure, moving your palm against him achingly slowly.

“Just wanna show you how much I love you.” you reply sweetly. He knows he shouldn’t be letting you do this, he has to get you both home safely, but he can’t seem to say the words, or pull your hand away. You know exactly what to do to get him worked up, and right now, he’s cursing that fact.

He lets out a low groan when you reach your other hand over the centre console, now working on undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He keeps his eyes glued to the road, his grip on the wheel as tight as it can be as you pull out his leaking cock. 

You spit into your hand before you grip the base of his cock, pumping him a few times as you watch the way his face twists in pleasure. You can tell he’s torn between wanting you to continue, and knowing you shouldn’t, and that’s what makes it fun. 

He shivers when you ghost your thumb over the tip of his cock, then increase the pace of your movements, pumping him in a way that makes him sure that he won’t be able to stop you even if he tries.

“You think I can get you to cum before we get home?” you ask in a teasing tone, a hint of condescension in your voice that has him fighting hard to keep his eyes open and on the road.

“I know you can.” he mumbles, and you laugh softly, keeping up the pace as you look down at his leaking cock. 

Your mouth waters at the sight, and after a few more pumps, you unbuckle your seatbelt with the other hand, then lean over the centre console and bring the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him greedily. 

He lets out a shuddered moan, and one of his hands comes down to rest on the back of your head. With your mouth and your hand on him, he’s sure he won’t last much longer, especially when the possibility of being caught is looming in the back of his mind.

You hum softly as you taste the bit of precum on your tongue, and he lets out a quiet growl as the vibrations shoot up his spine. He can feel his balls tighten as you take more of him into your mouth, switching between moving further down his cock and giving the tip of his cock soft licks. 

As he pulls onto your street, he cums hard with no warning, making you gag slightly around him as you try to catch all of your release in your mouth. You slow the movements of your hand as you swallow his load, and when you’re sure you’ve gotten it all, you sit back up, a big grin on your face. 

When he finally parks in your driveway, he looks over at you in a daze, a smirk on his face as he takes in your puffy lips. He reaches over with one hand and wipes off a bit of his cum on your chin, then raises his thumb up to your lips. You open your mouth eagerly, licking his thumb clean before you smile again, and he feels his heart hammering in his chest at the sight.

“Told you that was hot.” you tell him, and he chuckles, shaking his head at how proud of yourself you look. And for good reason.

“Almost as hot as that was.” he replies with a cocky smirk, and you lick your lips, feeling the desire pooling between your legs growing with each passing moment. 

“I think we should skip dinner tonight.” Eddie says after a moment of just you two staring at each other. 

Once he’s tucked himself back into his pants, you’re both out of the car in an instant, groceries long forgotten as you both make your way inside, trying and failing to keep your hands to yourself until you’re behind closed doors. 

When you finally get inside, Eddie has you against the wall, pressing hot kisses to your neck as he works to unbutton your jeans. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” he whispers against your neck, the hairs of his mustache tickling you as he gives your jeans a firm tug. 

When you finally make it to the bed, you feel overwhelmed with his touch, and his kisses, and his praise, and you’re silently thanking anyone that will listen for making him grow that mustache, stupid comb and all.

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Chapter 1: Man in the Window

Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

The sun was finally shining bright after several dreary days. You decided that this would be the best day to start working on your tiny balcony oasis. You had moved into your new fourth floor apartment in New York City about six and a half months ago. After months of saving, you were able to finally buy the cute decor items that you had your eye on for so long.

Your new three-piece cushioned black wicker patio set had just arrived. You had gone to some of the small local shops and found some fake plants and ceramic jars that varied in sizes and shapes. To accent the entire scene that you had envisioned was a large navy blue and white mosaic outdoor rug.

After carrying everything out of the sliding glass door and onto the terrace, you took a step back and leaned against the railing to picture where you would put everything.  Finally, after about an hour of moving things around, you had finished. 

“Phew!” you exclaimed as you sat down in one of your new chairs and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

As you sat, you watched the sun go down behind all the tall buildings. The city lights were getting brighter as the sky darkened, and you looked around to take everything in. You had only been outside three or four times because of the cold weather so this was the first time that you had been able to actually enjoy an evening outside. You were noticing things that you hadn’t yet and it intrigued you.

Your red brick apartment building has five floors and is in the shape of a big U. So as neighbors were opening curtains, or turning on lights, you would glance in their direction just to be nosey and see what was going on and who lived where.  On the second floor, you could see an older woman watering her plants in her kitchen window. A middle aged man lived on the third floor in a corner apartment. He was in his living room watching football. The lights suddenly turned on in the apartment across from yours. You quickly glanced to watch and see what would appear. 

“Holy shit.” You said aloud to yourself when you saw the man walk up to his glass door and peer out. 

You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was gorgeous. Tall, slender built, and dark brown hair that was styled back neatly. He had a black suit and tie on. He loosened his tie as he stood looking out into the distance. 

He stood still for a few minutes, then turned and walked out of view. You took a deep breath in and decided that you’d go inside for the night. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of Chardonnay. Then, you went into the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch. 

A few hours and three glasses of wine later, you had fallen asleep on your couch while watching Grey’s Anatomy. Around 3:30 in the morning, You were jolted awake from the nightmare that you were having.

“It was just a dream! It was just a dream!” you kept saying to yourself over and over as you sat up trying to calm down.

You felt like your heart was going to pound out of your chest. As you stood up, you turned off the television and walked your glass into the kitchen where you placed it in the sink. You looked over to the glass door and saw that you hadn’t shut the curtains yet. You walked over to pull the curtains, but when you looked out and over to the windows across from you, you saw the man from earlier now just in black boxers staring straight at you. 

You let out a gasp and hurried to pull the curtains closed. Shit! Did he see me earlier? How long has he been standing there looking in my windows? These thoughts were racing through your head as you hurriedly made your way to your bedroom. 

As you laid down in bed, you kept thinking of him. His gorgeous hair, those dark eyes, and that undeniably sexy body. You started to feel a bit of a tingling sensation, but snapped out of your thoughts quickly. You literally just got out of a relationship! Granted it was awful, but still! Plus, you don’t even know this guy!

The next morning, you woke up and got ready for the day. You grabbed your computer bag, and headed out the door to the little coffee shop on the corner. You love this tiny cafe and do your work there every day as you eat and drink your usual duo. A lemon blueberry scone and an iced caramel macchiato with cold foam.

You have become one of the regulars, so every morning when you walk in, the barista has your meal ready for you. Then, you sit in the same back corner booth and begin work. You work for a marketing firm out of California, so your job is completely virtual, which you absolutely love. You don’t like going out in public very often, and when you do, you try to go when you see that there aren’t many people. However, living in New York City made that a bit more challenging, but you're adjusting. 

“Need a refill?” one of the waitresses and now your friend, Johanna says with a big smile on her freckled face.

You looked up at Johanna and smiled as you replied, “Absolutely! I think today is going to be a long one.”

“You got it!” Johanna said as she spun around and twisted her curly red hair up into a bun on the top of her head.

The bell rang and someone new walked in. Not many people frequent this small establishment, so when the high pitched noise rang out through the air, you looked up curiously to see who it was that came inside. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat. It was him. The man from the window. 

You sat back quickly and tried to hide in the booth, but it didn’t work very well. He spotted you and gave you a smile. Then, he ordered his coffee and left. A huge sigh of relief left you when he walked out. You had no idea what you would say to him if he approached you. You were a hot mess when it came to talking to guys. 

Over the past few months, you had tried to meet someone. You thought it would help you move on from your ex-boyfriend Spencer faster. You quickly learned just how awkward you are and how awful you are at conversations. You had been on three dates so far and every one of them ghosted you after the first night. It was only a dinner date, and yet somehow you had managed to run them off every time. 

“OH. MY. GOD! Girl, did you see how hot that guy was?!” Johanna said as she handed you your new drink.

You stared at her for a moment and then giggled, “yes, I saw him.”

Johanna sat down across from you and started talking so fast, “I could barely even speak! Ugh! Could you imagine being with someone like him?!”

“Yeah, it definitely would be interesting!” You laughingly replied and then let out a long sigh, “I should probably get going. I’ve finished my work for the day. It wasn’t as bad as I thought after all.” You started packing up everything and slid out of the booth.

“Okay! Will I see you tomorrow?” Johanna replied as you stood.

“Maybe!” You said in a high tone as you made your way to the door, “See you later!”

You made it home and flopped down onto the couch. You couldn’t stop thinking of the guy across from you, but then all of those thoughts were interrupted when your phone dinged from a notification. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened up the screen. It was a Facebook notification about memories that you had from two years ago. 

You immediately felt sick to your stomach. You knew that all of your past memories included Spencer. You decided to swipe the notification away without opening it and laid your phone facedown on the coffee table. Those memories were a thing of the past and that’s where they needed to stay. You were tired of anything and everything dredging up things and reminding you of the life you used to live. It’s time to move on.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Choose (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter)

Description: Hannibal and Y/N fight over Will

Warnings: Handjob, Oral sex

Word count: 1,730k

There was something about the crazy guy that visioned how people got killed that had them going. He wasn’t a normal regular guy who pulled them in. He hadn’t a clue of what he was doing but it was driving them crazy. Hannibal and Y/N. They weren’t together but wanted the same guy. They tried not to make it obvious at first but stopped caring after a while when they realized that the other one wanted him too. It was like a competition. And everyone but Will watched as the two competed for his attention. Will was the only one that didn’t know Y/N and Hannibal were into him. He was so oblivious. He thought the two hated each other for some different reason. But they both wanted him for different reasons. 

Hannibal wanted Will because they had a connection like no other. Hannibal felt drawn to him and thought they were meant to be. He knew Will was just as fucked up as him. Though he wasn’t sure at first what he saw Will as. He just knew it was more than a friend. They shared something so deep that nobody would understand. 

Y/N wanted Will because she found him sexy and submissive. Though she truly had no idea what Will was like in the bedroom. She felt like they have known each other their entire lives. They lived next door to each other and always talked. He was the first man that didn’t act creepy or weird towards her that was attractive. 

Jack saw through the two and got annoyed pretty fast. It was affecting the workplace. Alana thought it was funny and she had her bets on you getting Will. Deep down inside she wanted Hannibal and all together she felt like you were better for Will. There were bets going around on who Will would choose if he wasn’t oblivious. Jack just wanted it to stop. He didn’t care who Will would end up choosing. 

It was another day another dead person was found and the crew was examining the scene. Will told them how they got killed by the detail. Most would find it strange but Y/N loved it. She felt like Will was a superhero with mind powers. “You’re so smart Will.” She flirted with him. “Oh please he’s a genius.” Hannibal corrected her. She glared at him and he smirked as Will didn’t know what to say except “Thanks guys.” Jack rolled his eyes. It took everything in him not to yell out what was going on here. Will walked away leaving the three. “Oh Will you’re so smart.” Hannibal mocked her. “Instead of agreeing with me you had to disagree and say he’s a genius? Next time Han just drop to your knees.” She says. “Will is going to be mine.” She says and he lets out a laugh. “He can’t be when he’s already mine.” Hannibal bites back. “Enough you two!” Jack exclaims. The two look at him, completely forgetting he was there. “You guys need to talk to the man instead of fighting over him. It’s weird.” Hannibal hums and looks over at Y/N. “Tonight we host a dinner and invite Will and then we will see who he belongs to.” Hannibal says. Y/N looks at the man and gives him a smirk. “You’re on Hanni. May the best win.” They walk away from the scene and Jack looks back at them “He’s not an object you guys.” He yells to them. 

Y/N was in a nice red dress that was all the way down to the floor. Her hair was in a bun (if your hair isn't look enough for a bun then nevermind that) and her makeup was a nude look. She looked exquisite. She knocked on Hannibal’s door and he opened and looked at her. He couldn’t help but think she was beautiful. “You look good Y/N.” He complimented her. She smiles at him and nods. “Not so bad yourself Hanni.” But in reality he looked hot. He always dressed up fancy but tonight they were really trying so he looked superior. She enters his house and looks around. “Nice place.” “Thanks I have a room already waiting for Will when he chooses me.” She rolls her eyes at his comment. He takes her to the kitchen where he was cooking dinner. “So do you know how to cook?” He asked her. “Yes I do.” She says. “Good so you can help me then.” They cooked with no words exchanged other than asking what else to cook. Not even smart comments were made.

It would be 2 hours before everything was ready and Will knocked on the door. “I’ll get that.” She said and walked to the door. She opened it and saw the love of her life. He smiled and told her she looked beautiful. She thanked him and let him in. Will was very surprised to see Hannibal and Y/N cooking together. Hannibal never invited her over before. He was confused but happy that they weren’t arguing. 

Hannibal sat in his normal seat while Will and Y/N sat across from each other. Will loved how they both looked. He was feeling undressed. “What’s the occasion?” He asked them. They looked at each other. “Tonight will be a very special night.” Hannibal says. “One of us will be happy and the other sad.” Y/N finishes. Will looked confused. “Okay? Why would you guys be sad?” He asked. “She will be sad.” Hannibal says. Her eyes glared at the man and she scoffed. “Yeah right. You’ll be the one crying over your fancy food.” She bites back. Will looked at them both as they argued. “Sure darling keep telling yourself that. You and I both know that it’s me he’ll choose.” Hannibal says with a smile. Wait what? Will was so lost. “Who will choose one of you?” He asked. Y/N sets down her wine and smirks. “You, my dear, will choose one of us.” His jaw drops and he looks at Hannibal who was already looking at him. “Wait, you guys want me to choose between you two?” He asked. Hannibal nodded. “Yes you must.” “In what way?” “Romantic.” Y/N says.

Will couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Both of them wanted him. It dawned on him that all the arguing and hatred they had towards each other was because of him. “I uh I don’t know what to say.” He was red in the face. Hannibal cleared his throat. “Very well then. I guess we will have to convince you.” He stands up and walks over to Will. He pulls Will’s chair back and drops to his knees. “I will suck you off and then she will and whoever makes you cum better will be the one you choose.” Will looked over at Y/N who nodded in agreement. “Sounds good to me.” Hannibal looked down at his pants. “Well look, he's already hard. I guess he agrees.” Will gulped as Hannibal unzipped his pants. He pulled them down along with his boxers and his beautiful dick sprung up. Y/N looked under the table and gasped at the pretty sight. Hannibal took him into his hand and started slowly jerking him off. Will’s breathing changed as he held back a moan. He watches as Hannibal’s big hand jerked him. It felt so good. He threw his head back and let out a moan. “There he is.” Hannibal says.

Y/N was getting wet at the sight. Will looked lost in pleasure as Hannibal sped up his hand. “Please.” Will whimpered out. “Please what my dear.” Will’s hips thrusted up into Hannibal’s hand. His hands gripping the chair for dear life. “I’m gonna cum fuck.” He moaned out and Hannibal sped up his movements letting the man cum hard all over his hand. Y/N watched as Will’s cum went all over Hannibal’s hand. She almost moaned at the sight. He took his hand off his dick and brought it to his mouth. Will watched him as he licked all of the cum off his hand. “You taste better than any dinner I've ever had.” Hannibal tells him. Y/N got up and walked around the table to them. “That was hot.” She said. Hannibal got up and moved so she could take his place. Y/N wasn’t going to use her hand. She was going to use her mouth. Will was already hard again and she smirked. “Wow you’re so big Will. I can’t wait til you’re down my throat.” She says seductively and winks at the man.

She takes his dick and runs her thumb over the tip making him curse. As she makes eye contact with him she takes him in her mouth. Her warm and wet mouth felt amazing. His eyes rolled back as she took him to the back of her mouth. She watched him as she started bobbing her head. Hannibal watched intensely as the girl deepthroated Will. Her mouth doing wonders on him as he made every noise he could. She hummed around him, sending vibrations through his body. He whimpered her name and started moving his hips fucking her throat. She knew she wouldn’t be able to talk the next day but it would be worth it once he was hers. His mouth opened and he let out loud moans as she felt him twitch. His breathing picked up and he couldn’t form a sentence to tell her that he was close but she knew. She sped up her movements until he came hard down her throat. His moan was so loud that it could be heard in any room in the large mansion. She swallowed every last drop and pulled away.

She licked her lips and smirked. “Hanni was right. You do taste better than any meal.” Will was gasping for air trying to calm himself. Y/N stood up and looked at Hannibal. She felt like she won. But Hannibal had an ego so of course he didn’t think that. “Holy fuck. You guys are wow.” Will said finally breathing normally. “So who do you choose?” Hannibal asked. “Guys I’ve dreamed of this moment.” Will tells them. They look at each other. “And who do you choose in these dreams?” Y/N asked. Will smiles at them. “I don’t.” They look at him confused. “I don’t because I won’t choose between you two. I want you both.” 

[partycatty]

DUDE THE DARK JOHNNY FICS ARE KILLING ME you ate them up please write more pookie!! It can be any concept but if you can’t think of one I was thinking, Johnny went to go shoot a film and just wanted you sitting at home being pretty, until you decided to pack everything that was yours and leave like entirely(let’s say to a different state or smth) clothes,shoes,bags, everything gone and he goes bonkers trying to find you or whatever LOVE YOU POOKS😘😘😘😘

OOOOHHHHHHH LOVE U MORE POOKIE BEAR

dark star!johnny cage > i'll find you

you hit your limit with johnny and abandoned the life he trapped you in. to say he isn't happy is a major understatement.

warnings: yandere johnny boy, abusive relationship

notes: i love how collectively mentally ill we are, love you babes

part 1* / part 2* / part 3* / part 5* / part 6*

*parts are one-shots, this is not a consistent series.

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• things were going okay, so johnny thought. gifts were pouring in, the media seemed happy, and you were quiet. quiet was good to johnny. it meant you ran out of energy to protest. what he didn't realize, though, was that you were quiet to avoid raising suspicion.

• "i'm locking the doors, baby, so no parties for you," johnny would tease often about you running away or hosting parties while he was gone, but regardless he always remote locked the doors when you were left on your own. to him, you were like a puppy that was raring to leave at the crack of an open door. "they've got me filming a night scene and i told them i'd rather kill myself than film in a fake night studio, so we're gonna be out late. remember the rules?"

• johnny had rules with you, to make sure you stayed in line. you nodded and recited them. no leaving without permission, call before bed, and to not cover the security cameras. johnny nodded with approval, kissed your cheek, and was gone with a quick "good girl. love you."

• your smile faded away when the door shut. you instantly sprinted into the master bedroom, locking yourself in the joint bathroom. it was the only place without cameras.

• he had a habit of searching through your personal spaces and devices. however, one of the places he didn't check was your sink cabinet. he found feminine products gross. remember when i said he was immature? yeah. this was the best time to take advantage of that.

• behind the wall of pads and tampons was a large duffel bag cramped between the sink pipes. in it was all of your necessities and then some you purchased with his credit card. you'd sneak them into the bag using one of the designer purses he once gave you after cheating on you.

• after removing it from the cabinet, you set it atop the toilet and squeezed in one last shower. lord knows when the next one you'll have will be, or if hotel bathrooms are as luxurious as the mansion. perhaps it'd be the one thing you'd miss truly.

• when you get changed, you put on three layers of clothes and stuff the rest in the empty gaps in the bag. the expensive clothes and absurdly elegant jewelry stays behind. nobody needs that to be happy. freedom would make you happy.

•you had been periodically depositing money from johnny's account into your own secret checking account, one you opened without his approval. he needed to monitor your purchases, so he instead just gave you a credit card in his name. over the last year you'd move small quantities over until you had enough to run away and sustain yourself. sure, it was stealing. but is a multi-millionaire going to miss a few thousand?

• when you were sure everything was packed and ready, you squeezed yourself through the small window in the bathroom and took off as quickly as you could, careful to stay in the blind spots of the cameras you'd studied prior. you then climbed onto a long distance bus, showing the ticket you purchased weeks in advance, and you were off.

• it didn't feel real at first. you watched malibu fade from the bus window, glancing around at the ordinary people sitting alongside you. you were so disheveled and definitely not dolled up, people probably wouldn't recognize you. you purchased the first ticket available, one that was taking you to arkansas. hundreds of miles away, and loads of people to blend in with. nobody would think to find you there, since it had nothing awaiting you. you managed to stabilize yourself and recollect your plan you meticulously planned in your head while the hills rolled with you.

• after a couple hours of shooting, johnny sat in his little diva throne and opened his phone to his surveillance app. tapping through his home, panic set in when you didn't appear on a single camera. maybe you were in the bathroom, he thought. after waiting, you never emerged. the house was empty.

• one new voicemail.

• "hey-y-y," johnny's nervous, gritted laughter played through your phone. "i'm not seeing you on the cameras. call me."

• one new voicemail.

• "seriously, woman. where are you? this isn't funny."

• one new voicemail.

• "i'm coming home. you're making me leave work early. i'm gonna call the fucking cops. you think you're so smart? you've got two hours to come home, and if not, i'll find you, whether you like it or not."

• you snapped your phone in half, discarding it at the bus's front trash can.

• johnny arrives home, slamming doors open and turning every piece of furniture around. chairs fly across the room, your once neatly organized closet is torn to shreds. he finds your belongings short of his usual counting and puts it together. you ran away, you—

• johnny sinks to the ground, gripping his hair so tight he's nearly pulling chunks out. he's laughing so hard from mania that drool is rocketing from his mouth with the Textbook Crazy Eyes.

• he texts and texts, probably well over a couple hundred times. the messages remained undelivered, yet he kept barraging the deactivated number in hopes that the next message would come through. surely he couldn't get the police involved. "hey guys, my girlfriend ran away from me because i controlled her entire life!" yeah. that'd end in handcuffs.

• so instead, he lies. it's his specialty. he dials 911, and channels the mania into a false desperation. he sobs into the phone, claiming that you're extremely mentally unwell and must be returned to him ASAP.

• johnny spends the next week posting your face everywhere on social media. you and him become, yet again, the talk of the country, but for once it seems like a genuine concern. with the way he painted things, you were insane and in danger if you were away from him, and you needed him to protect you. johnny painted himself as the savior, making charity campaigns to raise money for search parties. his home is full of gifts in your honor.

• he'd drink and smoke, something he didn't usually do, just to relieve this insane stress. he felt like his other half became untethered, like his entire world was falling apart. as much as he controlled you, he really did love you in his own fucked up way. he needed you, more than you needed him. you were the one person that would agree with him no matter the situation. he loved how you made him feel.

• meanwhile, you're basking in the sun by the hotel pool as you browse nearby apartments. it felt foreign to make your own decisions, and you had zero concern over whether or not the place would be up to his par. it was up to you now, and you loved it.

• you just had to hope that johnny wouldn't find you himself. lord knows what he'd do to you.

[ririsasy]

Let's see these scenes chronologically (acc. to me ofc).

1. Varadha have a hard time sleeping that night, Deva might have been in the same room with him just talking about anything and everything at all, reminiscing the old time, recalling the moments when they were just two delinquent kids, until finally—finally Varadha could close his eyes while Deva watching closely and then the motherfucker throw firecrackers at their doorstep. Deva pissed as hell because they disturbed Varadha's hard earned sleep.

(Nswf version they were doing the did and they were in the middle of some really compromising position and can't even have time to finish that's why Deva pissed as hell)

2. Varadha and basically everyone in the mansion couldn't get back to sleep anymore after the firecrackers ambush so Varadha decided to get drunk and couldn't help but reveal the deepest secrets in his heart about his worry all this time and all his bottle up feeling in his chest to Deva.

3. Varadha fell asleep on his lap because he was just too drunk and Deva was so comforting, running his fingers through his hair, patting his chest softly like a lullaby.

4. After Deva was sure that Varadha was really in his deep slumber and everyone already left the two of them behind to give them some privacy, Deva lifted Varadha in his arms bridal style and carried him back to his bedroom and laying him down carefully on the bed.

5. Deva carefully removing all Varadha’s accessories, to make him sleep more comfortably (I mean look at the scene when he had laid his head on Deva’s lap he was wearing his neck pieces still but when he woke up the jewelry wasn’t there no more) and watched over Varadha's sleeping face the entire night, barely blinking or taking his eyes off of his face, studying the expression on his face, he looks like he was having all kind of dreams, most of the time he would softly called out his name in his sleep and Deva would smile.

6. Until the morning come and Varadha's dream have turned into nightmare, he woke up in a jolt with Deva still sit beside him, putting his hand on his shoulder in reassuring manner to calm him down, telling him it's just nightmare and there's nothing to worry because Deva is with him and he will not let anything or anyone harm him and asked Varadha to have a rest a little bit more because it's still too early to wake up.

7. Varadha shakes his head weakly, "No," he couldn't get back to sleep not after what he just saw in his dream, Deva and all the people that he loved drenched in blood and Khansaar was on fire, he didn't tell the content of his dream to Deva though.

8. Varadha said that he would just take a cold shower so he could really be sober and shake off the uneasy feeling in his chest from the dream. Deva let him. (Varadha looked behind him just before he enter the bathroom and told Deva that he is welcomed to join, which Deva gladly said yes and followed him behind with a burning cheeks, they showered together.)

9. After they have both changed to new clothes and feeling refreshed, Varadha asked Deva to go the rooftop to watch sunrise and Deva agree immediately not before he took a pack of his cigarette, afterall he needs his morning routine.

10. They shared cigarette, back and forth until there's no more to share, not really talking much, only just Varadha watching over Khansaar while Deva staring at him the entire time. (and then Deva couldn't help it anymore after spacing out for too long looking at Varadha's plush full lips and ask Varadha if he could get a morning kiss from him, which Varadha said "we already did more in the shower what are you talking about?" But he did kiss his silly Salaar with a smile on his face. And suddenly the day wasn't so bad, and the nightmare was forgotten for a while.)

[fen-luciel]

The mistakes of a Acolyte

7

Chapters

Summary: You are pregnant with Qimir's child and the universe is not big enough to hide you from him

I hadn't felt this empty for a long time.

The sensation of dry skin from all the tears shed, the difficulty breathing through my nose, the shortness of breath that struggled to stabilize.

It was like watching a child have a hysterical crisis.

Except I wasn't a child.

I had only experienced a similar pain once before. My mind had erased most of that day, I remembered random images, the fire, the rubble, the smell of burnt flesh, the black hands... small. Still...

I took a deep breath with my mouth open, before focusing on regulating my breathing. I was alone in the cabin, having instructed Sam to check for any tracking devices on the ship and Yord's communicator. The one Sol had given me had already been destroyed, thrown to the bottom of the room in a outburst of rage.

I struggled to get up from the chair, moving slowly toward the small bedroom. At this point, my entire body was aching with a dull pain. I couldn't tell what was real or what was paranoia. At first, I even thought that all this stress might have been too much for the baby. A scan from Sam showed no severe damage, but he wasn’t a medical droid, and I needed to be checked before hiding again.

In the room, I reached the small bathroom with a shower. Sam had already prepared some clothes in a corner. The sight made me smile, yet my heart tightened in a painful grip.

There was nothing sweet about all this. I was miserable.

A wounded animal in need of care. Weak. Physically and mentally.

I turned on the faint lights above the mirror and looked at myself.

It was certainly an ironic scene. Just a few hours earlier, I had been in the same situation on the Jedi ship and then alone in this bathroom, which was very similar to the previous one, but everything was a hundred times worse.

Bloodshot eyes, a swollen, red face, dry skin, streaks of mucus on my chin, lips almost bleeding from how much I had rubbed them with my sleeve and bitten them. The vacant stare, the messy hair... I was ruined.

If I had been honest with myself, maybe I had never been healthy. Not as a Jedi, not alone, not as a Sith. But this was the bottom of the barrel.

The little dignity I thought I had, the pride, the faith... what had they led to?

I undressed slowly, my arms burning with pain, the marks on my skin evident and almost distinct in multiple colors—purple, black, red, blue, and lighter around the edges, the older ones starting to take on a greenish hue. I removed my pants and underwear, then took a deep breath. One hand gently caressing my belly, more tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I held them back.

I needed to stop. I risked harming myself. Even Sam had reproached me for putting too much stress on my body. The last thing I wanted on my conscience was to harm my child before he was even born. It would be just another failure on my part, but I didn't think I would survive the psychological consequences.

I turned on the hot water and waited for the small bathroom to warm up. As soon as the steam began to fill the room, I stepped into the shower under the warm stream. I washed slowly, partly due to my aching body, partly to enjoy a moment of peace. There were many things to do. I couldn't immediately retreat to the farthest corner of the galaxy. I needed to gather healthier supplies, recover my credits from various accounts, ensure the ship was safe from tampering, and check that I had no one on my trail.

Yes, Sam was checking and had been keeping an eye on the ship the whole time, but I couldn’t know if Qimir had gotten his hands on it earlier. Hours had passed, and I was fairly certain he had managed to escape, but he hadn't sent me any messages or tried to contact me through the Force. Everything was too calm.

Maybe he was carefully planning his next moves. After all, now he had a more important reason to keep me close. Five months ago, he hadn't let go, even though he continued his objectives, and time had passed, maybe even with the belief that I would resurface alone. But now, things were completely different.

I knew what he wanted deep in his heart, in his raw and simple desires. Revenge against those who had hurt him. And me. And now our son was indirectly the perfect symbol of his dream, the product of us both as a family, alive and corporeal.

I needed to prepare myself psychologically for what would come next. Even though it was clear my body wasn’t capable of handling it, I struggled to react to his presence. My only option was to flee.

Or if things really went south... I wouldn’t care anymore. I would report him to the Jedi Order if it meant keeping him away from my son. It was already ridiculous trying to help him once, yes, even to protect myself, but everything that came after I could avoid.

I stepped out of the shower feeling somewhat better, though the pain had not subsided at all. Washing away the tears from my face had been therapeutic. I put on a pair of loose pants and a long black robe that reached my knees, deciding to skip the underwear. I had had enough of my miserable hours, feeling the underwire of my bra pressing against my flesh was the last thing I wanted, and no one would notice the lack of underwear.

I wanted to sleep. Lie down and forget everything for a while. But I knew that if I relaxed now, I would open my eyes hours later or worse, not want to get up at all. I couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

It took me at least five minutes to put on my shoes by myself.

When I finally managed, I opened the bedroom door, with Sam waiting outside.

"Did you check everything as I asked?" He gave a small affirmative nod while handing me the holo pad Yord had given me.

I should have destroyed it. What would I even do with it? Contact him? If he were interested, he would have called me earlier or... no, I was delirious.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I recalled Qimir's words. He was right, I was delirious.

I went back to the cockpit, my backpack waiting on the co-pilot's seat, and with a sigh, I slipped the communicator back in. I tidied up the things I needed, decided to tuck the lightsaber into the large pockets of my pants. Since I would be wearing a cloak, I doubted anyone would notice, but I preferred to carry something familiar. Even if I didn’t use it, it would be enough to scare almost anyone, though I preferred not to show it too much.

We arrived at our destination a few minutes later. The planet was a very popular docking destination, especially for those making long trips, as the surface didn’t offer much entertainment for the inhabitants. The docking area was the main commerce zone, legal or otherwise, with a financial flow so significant that even the Republic turned a blind eye to certain dealings.

The logic was quite simple: there were multiple docking levels, marked with different colors or numbers. At first glance, it seemed just a normal numbering system, but each symbol provided specific information for dockers, and if you were ignorant of the matter, you just had to look at the colors.

Green = legal

Purple = illegal

I landed on a lower level, a purple platform with some tool symbols painted on the side. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and, accompanied by Sam, descended the ramp calmly. My feet cried out in pain, especially after resting for a few hours on the ship, but I ignored the discomfort. I would rest eventually.

From the landing area, there was a narrower path overlooking the void, with lights visible below on the artificial pillar. It made little sense to stop here if one wanted to visit the actual planet. Even though there were means to descend directly, it made more sense to land on solid ground.

As I moved away from the ship, I saw two Togruta approaching me with a tool cart in tow. I pulled my hood over my head and stopped a few steps from them.

“Ma’am” they greeted with a nod, which I returned. I then handed them a pouch with some credits, which they tucked into their pockets.

“I need to buy some supplies, but I have a few doubts. I would like you to check the ship internally and externally for any tracking devices or tampering. If you find something like this, please inform me immediately” They nodded before handing me a small device with two lights.

“If we find anything concerning, we will immediately trigger the red light. We assume that any external device will be destroyed if found...?”

I nodded. "Of course, I expect the utmost discretion" I said, and resumed walking. However, one of the two men called out to me, "Excuse me, if you need supplies, my brother runs a shop on the floor above. Right next to the elevator, yellow sign. He has a bit of everything... even some extras if you ask"

I nodded again, and we parted ways. I reached the elevator and decided to take a stroll to see if I could find anything useful. I gathered some credits in various pouches that I slipped to the bottom of my bag, careful not to be seen, and passed by the shop that had been suggested to me, paying a droid to bring the supplies directly to the ship until I decided to stop at a small restaurant.

A counter overlooked the kitchen, with a dozen neatly arranged tables outside. It had a slightly dated appearance, but it was nice and, above all, quiet.

I ordered something simple, and it arrived quickly since there weren't many customers. I ate while waiting for the signal from my ship. People and aliens of all kinds passed before my eyes, but I could barely focus. I was distracted, confused, and not hearing from Qimir was eating me alive. Was this his plan? To torture me with silence? To wait until I let my guard down or to drive me insane?

As I finished my meal, a female voice from a nearby table caught my attention. "Congratulations" a woman in her fifties smiled warmly at me. I immediately recognized her armor as part of one of the bounty hunter clans scattered throughout space. She gestured toward my stomach, and looking down, I noticed that seated, my belly was quite noticeable due to the shirt that had rolled up around my hips.

I placed a hand on my stomach in a small caress and forced a tight smile. "Thank you." I hoped the conversation would end there, but clearly, the woman wanted to chat. "How many months along are you?"

I held back a sigh. It wasn’t her fault I was irritated, I didn’t want to respond rudely, and it was better not to anger strangers—you never knew how they might react.

"Fifth... almost sixth"

I had also finished eating, so I couldn’t use that as an excuse. I could have gotten up and left, but I wanted to enjoy sitting there as long as I could, I still didn’t know how long it would be before I was called back.

"How lovely, you remind me of my first pregnancy. My husband and I were so happy..." She looked at me as she got lost in her story. She was a beautiful woman with copper-red hair tied up, a few gray strands in the middle, and wrinkles that showed her age, but she was so charming that it was barely noticeable. Not to mention she was clearly a trained woman.

But what was she doing here alone? I recognized the armor well, they were usually in small scattered groups. I didn’t recall seeing anyone else with the same clan symbol on the floor, nor had I seen her talking to anyone before...

A shiver of fear struck me.

She was here hunting someone. And now... she was talking to me... it couldn’t be true? Had Qimir put a bounty on my head so quickly? Or maybe he had contacted some private party he knew and...

"Hey, girl, are you okay? You look pale, do you need a hand? Is there someone with you?"

I gripped the edge of the table nervously, my other hand slowly reaching for the lightsaber in my pocket, Sam at my feet, ready to attack if necessary.

"Are you here for me?" I asked bluntly. If we were going to confront each other, it was better not to beat around the bush.

She looked at me puzzled for a moment, then her face lit up in realization. "Oh, no, sweetheart, believe me, I was just on a break before joining my people and... wait, are you in trouble? Who would send bounty hunters after you?" She gave me a closer look before seeing the glint in my pocket. I hid the lightsaber, but it was too late.

She looked taken aback for a moment before sitting in the empty chair at my table, leaning slightly forward. "Are you a Jedi?!" she whispered. "Oh, honey, how did you get into this mess? The cloak reminded me of something, but I didn’t think it was like this..."

I looked around nervously, but no one seemed to pay attention. "I... it’s complicated" I didn’t feel like correcting her, it was better not to reveal too much information, especially to a stranger. She didn’t seem to have bad intentions, but it was better not to risk exposing myself too much.

She sighed.

"This is what happens when you raise kids away from the world. Tsk. No offense, but I never liked your Order. What happens with kids and then... was it intentional at least?" She asked, indicating my belly.

I shrugged in response. I didn’t want to feel like I was being interrogated by a stranger or, worse, criticized for my choices. The idea of going down and waiting at the docking platform crossed my mind.

She exhaled slowly as she leaned back in her chair. "And him? Another Jedi?" I looked at her from under my hood and nodded. She rubbed her eyes. "Tell me you’re waiting for him here, please."

The indirect mention of Qimir by the woman at this point seemed like just another joke from the Force.

I held back a tear, quickly wiping it away, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by the woman. I continued nervously looking at my hands in my lap, Sam beside me, whistling sadly.

There was a few seconds of tense silence before she spoke again. "Listen. Let’s start over. I’m Eleena, and you?"

I told her my name in a faint voice.

"Alright, Sabrina. Do you have a plan? A place to stay? Do you know what to do?"

I nodded. "Do you think the Jedi are looking for you? They don’t seem like the type to chase a pregnant girl, despite everything..."

I sighed, distressed. The whole conversation made me uncomfortable, but I was glad to get a bit of understanding after all this time, especially from someone outside all the Order and the Force’s mess.

"It’s... a complicated matter" I started moving the plate in front of me with a finger in a nervous gesture, continuing not to look at her, afraid of feeling judged. "Okay. Then I’ll ask you another question. Have you had any check-ups recently?"

I cleared my throat. "Last month, I wanted to go here, but I saw I had to register at the counter and other procedures, so I didn’t feel up to it..."

She calmly got up from the chair, hands on her hips. "I know another place here. A man who helps bounty hunters. I’ll take you there, and you get checked out, okay?"

I looked at her in surprise.

Was she serious? Was she really helping me? Could I trust her?

"But why...?" She offered me a hand to help me up. "I told you, I’m a mother too. We should help each other, right? And besides, I’m always happy to stick it to the Jedi"

We walked through the market area, reached the elevator again, and went down two floors to the workers' private area. A guard stopped us, but as soon as he saw Eleena, he made a gesture and let us pass. The area looked more like a really disorganized warehouse, with a few tables scattered around and various people on break eating or dozing in chairs. We reached the end of the corridor and went through a side door. There was a small corridor with white walls and another door at the end.

Eleena knocked, and after a moment of silence, the door opened. A massive man, perhaps around two meters tall, welcomed us and let us in.

It was clear that they knew each other. They exchanged a few words while I looked around, still followed by a curious Sam. The place was a storage room cleaned and reorganized as a medical room. Despite the heavy air, it was... nice.

In the end, I managed to get the check-ups I needed. Fortunately, I was fine, although the droid that gave me a quick scan announced the few bruises on my arms and a high stress level in my body. Eleena gave me an intense look but said nothing. I tried to pay them for their trouble, but the man refused, saying, "Friends of my friends are my friends"... or something like that.

Just in time to receive the signal on the communicator, I could finally board the ship and leave. Eleena decided to accompany me to the landing area. I returned the device and paid extra for some minor repairs that had been done.

"I don’t know how to thank you. I didn’t know where else to go. I was thinking of buying a medical droid on the way home" I stopped in front of the ramp as Sam opened the hatch and boarded to check the supplies that had been loaded.

"It’s all right. I’m glad to help, really. The galaxy is already full of assholes, and doing a good deed every now and then doesn’t hurt" I held my hands under my stomach before giving a small bow with my head. "It doesn’t matter. Thank you for everything"

I started to board, but she stopped me. "Listen. I won’t ask for anything else, but I think I have an idea of what’s going on with you. Tell me the truth, it’s just you and the droid, right?"

I bit my lip before nodding.

"Then take this. I don’t care if you use it or not. I feel better knowing you can contact me" she handed me a holo-pad which I took hesitantly. "If you need to kick some Jedi ass, my people and I are here. Even for free, believe me, it would just make us happy"

I looked at her for a few more seconds before pulling off my hood and giving her a gentle smile, perhaps finally more at ease after all the tears shed. "I won’t forget this"

We said our goodbyes, and I finally boarded the ship, reached the controls, and started the engines. The holo-map was lit up next to me, with Sam asking where we wanted to go as he analyzed the various marked locations.

"I don’t know. Maybe somewhere it snows" I whispered more to myself than to him as we flew out of the atmosphere.

[enaelyork]

Could I request a prewar!cooper Howard x fem!actress!reader where he finds out a producer has been making her sleep with him under the threat of cooper losing his jobs! 💓

Hi you !

Thx you so much for this amazing ask. So, here we are, hope you enjoy it.

I resign [PreWar! Cooper x F! Reader]

Ask for Cooper Howard is OPEN

TW: Alcohol, sexual abuse, violence.

Words : 1.9 k

- What's going on between you and him?

- Nothing at all.

You had swallowed your entire drink. You needed that, and a lot more alcohol, to drown out the shameful lie you had just told Cooper. It wasn't your intention to lie to him, but you had no choice.

- Are you sure ? Because he hasn't stopped looking at you since we both talked.

- He is afraid that you will corrupt his main actress…

The word had lightened the atmosphere, just a few seconds which allowed you to glance at Oscar Sullivan. The producer of your last film with whom you were forced to make this sordid agreement. You're due for another chance at Cooper Howard's career. It must be said that since his divorce, things have gone rather badly for him. A long absence from film sets and his image tainted by a marital breakdown earned him several refusals. So, when you applied for this new film together, you were delighted to learn that he had been chosen to play the lead alongside you.

But it was not without consequences.

It wasn't without Oscar's hands on your body, his mouth on yours and the consummation of your contract right at his desk. You thought that your charms would be enough, that once he had a taste of it, things would have improved for you as well as for Coop.

Big mistake.

The suspicion with which Cooper looked at you brought a blush to your cheeks. You put it down to drunkenness – the only way to escape from this situation – but it was an illusion.

It's difficult to admit to your friend that Oscar was waiting for you to join him in his hotel room after this reception, and that it was in your interest not to decline his offer. The features of his face calmed. As if despite his suspicions, he still managed to trust you. This semblance of carefreeness in him soothed you. He soothed you, probably more than he should. But Cooper had always been special to you, long before his divorce from Barbs, and he had brought out things in you that you had buried for a long time.

- You're worrying for nothing. Oscar is lovely to us, isn't he?

He hesitated before answering something much too nuanced for you. Cooper had noticed the way the producer treated you once on set. The way he devoured you with his eyes and took pleasure in making you shoot scenes in scantily clad clothes. The subject had already been brought up more than once, but you always managed to find a valid excuse, especially through the scenario.

- I assure you that everything is fine. But I'm going to go to bed. The champagne is really going to my head and we're back to work bright and early tomorrow.

Without you having time to react, Cooper's lips rested on your forehead and his scent of musk and wood spice spread into your nostrils. The intoxication he provoked in you made you dizzy and in that moment, when your eyes met his, you wanted to confess everything to him. That he was right. That you sleep with Oscar for him, so that he can finally relaunch his career. That in bed with this guy, you thought of him.

That you feel dirty. But nothing came except this awful sad smile which definitely cast doubt on your situation.

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- He kissed you.

Oscar’s grip on your hips had tightened the moment he came to join you on the threshold of his bedroom door.

- Just a kiss on the forehead, nothing important.

- You really love him, then? Me who thought you only had eyes for me. Maybe I should take it away from you to remind you who you belong to, beauty.

- Of course not. You get ideas. It's only you who matters.

You kissed him, closing your eyes, trying to take your soul out of your body and put it on autopilot. He smelled of whiskey and cold tobacco, a smell the opposite of the one that still haunted you. Once the door closed, you didn't see the shadow watching you further down the hotel corridor and all the consequences that would follow.

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Cooper didn't even speak to you the next day.

Yet you had tried to approach him. Asking him if his night went well, if his text made him feel comfortable or if he needed anything. As the day went on, it became apparent to you that he was avoiding you a lot.

Then his eyes met yours and that look broke your heart definitly.

There was darkness in his hazel eyes, a darkness that seemed to slowly absorb him and painfully compress your soul. The day had been a constant torture searching for any sign of peace between the two of you, but nothing. The nothingness and sadness he sent back to you were unbearable. Then, the end of the day turned into a nightmare.

He had been drinking.

More than he should have done at the workplace, but you knew Cooper had that tendency ever since Barbs left with Janey. His life had become so disjointed that he no longer had any defenses to confront his ghosts. How could he believe in himself when the one he loved had decided to let him go too?

- Cooper, you need to go back to your dressing room now.

- And why this ?

He wasn't drunk, just enough to remove all inhibition from his mouth and turn his sweetness into venom. The look of contempt he gave you gave you chills. You waited until he left to take him to task and reason with his self-destructive attitude.

- Because your career is at stake, dammit! You didn't do all this to screw everything up.

- Are you the one who screws everything up? Do you want me to go back to my dressing room and play the whore producer?

You brought your hands to your mouth. Trying to understand how he could have known about this situation.

- Yeah. I saw you last night, sweatheart. It's not very nice to lie, especially to end up with this guy.

You were unable to answer him, frozen, petrified by the nastiness of his words. Outside rang out the bursts of laughter of a team satisfied with their long day of work. But there, in this locker room, chaos reigned between you and him.

- How can you do that? With him ? You're not a failed actress though. And…What the hell are you doing?

You were crying.

There were no other possible options. The sobs could no longer stay where you imprisoned them. It had been there for too long. It built up every time Oscar touched you, penetrated you and whispered vile words to you. But now, when Cooper was behaving exactly like a bastard, you could no longer remain impassive.

-He obliges me.

You realized in that moment that your back was pressed against a wall and that Cooper's body was so close to his that you could smell the delicious smell of mint and cold beer emanating from his breath. His hand hovered above his head, not as a threat but as a shield, protecting you from an unbearable world.

-When...When I signed my contract, he told me it was just one time. Once to allow you to be here.

He didn't say anything. Not a word.

A baleful silence disturbed by his slow breathing.

-I thought it would end there. But he told me that if I refused to continue, then he would terminate your contract. And I can't accept that. This role is with you or with no one.

Your breathing was labored, but you didn’t care because it was now obvious that you were going to die of a broken heart.

-I'm not a slut. I…He disgusts me, but I want the best for you, I want you to come back to the forefront, I want you…

Not another word came out of your mouth.

His lips rested on your forehead.

Tenderly. Impassively.

His finger had slid down your cheek, picking up the tear that fell on your skin before leaving, dragging you with him onto the tray with a firm but tender grip.

- Aaah, here they are, our heroes! Oscar was quick to jump out of his producer's seat when he saw you two rushing in together. Then, his enthusiasm faded at the sight of your eyes reddened with tears.

- What's going on, baby? Did Cooper hurt you? Do you want to talk about it together in…

He didn't finish his sentence.

His collar grabbed by Cooper's firm hands, pushing him back so violently that he knocked over his chair. - What the hell are you doing, you…

- I'm not a nice guy. Your friend began in a dark voice. So I'll tell you one thing. If you're looking for an actor to play good guys, you can find another one. I resign.

It had happened.

He had just said it exactly. Some members of the team tried to separate them, but you remained completely impassive, lost.

-And now that you can tear up my contract, you'll tear up hers too. He said, pointing at you with a jerk of his chin. If I find out that you're touching her again, that you're still trying to fuck her without her agreeing, I...

- She agreed, this little sl…

The fist that smashed his jaw flew without warning. Oscar found himself on the ground, disoriented by the shock of the impact. - Never talk about her like that, understand? He moved away from him, not without giving him a threatening look. Looking for his pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans.

- Burn our contracts and explain to all your fans why you won't have your main actors to finish your job.

Shit. It was incredibly sexy to hear him defend you like that. You were shaking nervously, but it was terribly exhilarating to see him beat the shit out of that poor guy. When he grabs your hand, your eyes meet again and you understand that nothing will ever be the same between you again.

- Come on, Sweatheart. I'll take you to the police station. You have a complaint to file against this bastard.

[wndanatz]

the monster’s gone, he’s on the run (and your mommy’s here)

pairing: wanda maximoff x f!reader

summary: you have a terrible day and your mommy is there to take care of you.

tags: 18+ dom!wanda, sub!reader, mommy kink, overstimulation, praise kink, pet names, strap ons, aftercare (smut, fluff) MINORS DNI.

words: 2413

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you were having a terrible day, from running late and forgetting your coffee to getting a D on the research paper you worked tirelessly on for days. you were exhausted, your head pounding. making sure you continued to focus only on your classes the entire day, you ignored wanda’s texts, the ones where she told you how proud she was of you or that she hoped you had a good day, because if you didn’t. you were sure you’d have a breakdown right then and there and you weren’t ready for a scene.

driving back home in a daze, you parked in your designated parking space. you took everything in your hands but didn’t leave the car. you were positive wanda would be worried, but you didn’t want her to worry about you. she was already so stressed about a painting commission she was working on. and you didn’t want to burden her with your problems. you had a terrible day, but you were sure you could manage. you always did. so you put on your best smile for the show and exited the car.

wanda was patiently waiting, her painting incomplete resting on the easel as she stood in the kitchen working on dinner. and when she heard the juggling of the keys in the doorway she smiled instantly. she left the kitchen to greet you with a tight hug but her smile dropped almost immediately and she knew something was wrong.

even when you came over and kissed her, even when you smiled at her and told her the dinner smelled amazing, and even when you knelt to pet your cat, cooing and praising. everything was routine but she knew something was wrong.

but she didn’t say anything, she took your bag and your jacket off. she pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead and gave you a reassuring smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving your shoulder a squeeze before a soft “dinner is ready, my darling girl.”

dinner wasn’t silent, wanda spoke about her day and her painting, how your cat had managed to do a trick, and how the plumber finally came to fix the leak. and you listened, halfheartedly but you still did. and wanda never said anything about that, still choosing to intertwine her fingers with yours over the dining table, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

when you finished dinner, you immediately went to your shared bedroom, choosing to remove your clothes, not caring about your underwear, and laying down under the covers instead of taking a warm bath like you planned to in the early morning. and wanda silently placed the dishes in the dishwasher before joining you in your room. she was already changed before you got home so she easily swept under the covers with you and pulled you flush against her chest, watching the reruns of modern family on the T.V.

she could tell you were tense, she could feel you fidgeting next to her. she didn’t want to pressure you but she also wanted to let you know she was there so she pushed against the thoughts in her head, running a soft hand through your hair before a gentle “want to tell me what’s wrong, doll?” resonated in the room.

and your eyes instantly brimmed with tears, you shook your head and hid your face in the crook of your girlfriend’s neck. she just cooed, mumbling a small ‘my angel’ in your hair as she wrapped her arms tightly around your body, letting you soak her neck and her college t-shirt with your tears.

she didn’t say anything, just pressed kisses against your temple and hummed you soft melodies. and you lost track of how long you sat there crying and you didn’t realize you had moved onto her lap in the midst of it. you finally pulled yourself away from her when the burden on your chest lightened, and your mind cleared, a light flush on your face as you whispered “sorry about your shirt”

she cooed once more, wiping your tears away delicately with her thumb as she shook her head “no need to apologize, doll. are you feeling any better?” and when you nodded, she beamed. a smile so bright that it instantly made your heart flutter. she cupped your face and pressed a million tiny kisses on your face as if apologizing for your bad day and you couldn’t help the smile that ghosted on your face. she had that effect on you, she made you smile even at your worst moments and you loved her for it.

she pushed the hair that had fallen in front of your face away, the back of her index finger tracing your cheekbone before coming to gently tap your nose. you scrunched up your nose in response and she did the same. now both hands placed on your hips, she pulled you closer so now your chest was pressed against hers and you flushed, licking your lips in anticipation when you looked into her eyes, a playful glint shining in the green orbs.

she pressed a soft kiss on your lips and you instantly kissed her back, humming, arms wrapped around her neck. and gradually her soft kisses grew firm and greedy as she hungrily devoured your mouth but still with a softness that she had for you. she panted against your lips and gave your behind a soft squeeze, and when you gasped, she pushed her tongue in your mouth and you moaned at the taste that was so uniquely wanda.

she pulled away with a grin, her lips wet and glistening with your spit as she gently took the straps of your bra down your shoulders, not bothering to remove it completely “mommy hates it when she’s not the reason you’re crying”

and you can’t help the moan that left your mouth. you hadn’t even realized how you ached for her, how bad you needed her, how bad you needed your mommy. how bad you wanted her touch. and touch you she did. she pressed soft kisses against your neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking red marks that will turn purple the next morning and will cause you problems to hide but you don’t care. you grind on her lap, seeking any sort of friction and wanda knows you’ve been through enough today because she doesn’t try to stop you. she whispers a “what a good girl” and helps you grind harder, and you finally understand why when your clit catches the tip of the strap you didn’t notice she was wearing.

you whine, not needing her help anymore and you begin to set up your own pace, and she lets you, looking up at you through her eyelashes as she gropes and fondles your breasts, leaning down to cover them in hickeys and bites too, enveloping both of your nipples in her mouth one by one.

you grow tired easily and whine out a soft “mommy” when you can’t move your hips anymore. wanting relief but too exhausted to grind down, the lack of proper stimulation and friction making you tear up. you’re insanely wet, but you just want her to fuck you. to make sure you’re full and to make you cum but she just tsk’s, leaning up from the bed with you still in her lap to slide her sweats down as she pushed your panties to the side, noting how cute they were and deciding to comment on them later. she grabs your chin and you instantly open your mouth. she sounds out a small “aww” and presses two fingers easily in your mouth. “doll, look at me. look at your mommy”

and you open your eyes to look at her through your lust-driven haze, and she’s absolutely breathtaking. you gag slightly against her fingers that are caressing the back of your throat and she mockingly nods her head along, as if she understands. you’re so wet that you’re dripping down on her lap and she knows it, she knows and she’s still not doing anything and it makes you cry. but she’s kind enough today that she doesn’t make you beg.

“angel, shh. i need you to ride mommy, think you can do that?” she starts softly, her fingers slowly moving in and out your mouth as she looks at you, staring softly, a small smile on her face as she continues when you don’t answer “you want to make me proud dont you, sweetheart? so to do that, i need you to be a big girl and ride mommy’s cock until you cum. think my good little doll could do that?

and the praise is enough to make your head spin, using your favorite pet names with that sickeningly sweet smile and that soft tone, you nod. a series of mumbled “yes mommy”s followed and she grins, taking her fingers out and smearing your saliva on your already wet lips “attagirl.”

she doesn’t want to take your panties off completely, she loves the way they look at you, the baby-pink cotton panties with lace hemings she got you so she has them pushed aside when you rose and then inched down on her lap slowly. and she moans, and you don’t realize at that time that it’s a double-ended strap.

the stretch burns, but it burns so good it has your toes curling and you instantly set up a quick pace, wanting to cum so bad. the room is filled with wandas soft pants, your moans, and the sound of the strap reaching so deep in your core that it makes you see stars.

she knows you’re close, it doesn’t take much for you to cum and wanda loves that so through her pants and her thrusting up her hips to meet yours, she makes sure to pinch your nipples just the way you like them and she relishes the yelps you let out. she just smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist and ramming into your core with whispered “my perfect girl, so good for me. so good for mommy” against your throat.

“beg, darling.” but at the end of the day, she’s still evil so she holds down your waist, stopping your movements completely. she doesn’t care about her pleasure, how’s she torturing herself too. but she tilts her head when you let out a whine, tears now falling down your cheeks as she pouts, licking them off your face “you always look so pretty when you beg for mommy. so use your pretty words, and i’ll let you come as many times as you want”

and beg you do. a series of broken pleas and moans fall from your lips and she just smiles, you can see her pearly white teeth through your blurry eyes and it makes you cry even harder “please ‘et me cum, m-mommy. i’m your good girl-“ and that has her cooing again, her smile softer now as she once again continues her movement. “you are my good girl. my perfect kitty that likes to be filled by her mommy all the time, yeah?”

it’s the mixture of her repeatedly hitting your g-spot, her voice and two fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit that makes you come, finally falling over the edge with a silent gasp. you see nothing but hot white, and your girlfriend still goes on, relentlessly thrusting up into you with a grunt “give mommy more, angel. you wanted to cum, so cum for me until i tell you to stop.”

you’re already oversensitive, and you’re still not recovered from your intense climax but you still go on, for her. for your mommy, she said she wanted more so you need to give her more. she’s relentless, pulling you down to match her hard thrusts that leave you moaning each time and you already feel yourself cumming the second time, your clit throbbing without even being touched.

your head falls on her shoulder, and you can tell she’s close and you are too, and you can’t even feel embarrassed about it because of how much you want to come again. come for your mommy. you close your eyes and it’s muscle movement that has your fingers running under her shirt and pinching her nipples that make her cum and you cum with her. with her moans clear in your ear that has you squeezing the strap in your pussy. wanda already had a hand in between her legs that you didn’t notice. her legs spasming and shaking as she slowly rid her high out.

you both lay there for a while with you on top of her, panting and catching your breath. she has a hand running up and down your back before she softly peels you away from her skin. you whine, and she shushes you almost immediately. she places you gently on the bed next to her and slowly takes out the strap which makes you shudder. she hums out a “my babygirl okay?” and when you give a soft nod, she presses soft kisses on your face

“i’m gonna run you a hot bath, don’t fall asleep on me doll,” she whispers, knowing you were already in and out of sleep. she takes the strap off and puts it away to clean later, she walks off to the bathroom to turn on the bath and then gets you a glass of water. and she has to sit you up and help you drink the water sip by sip and when the glass is empty she pets your head and mumbles a “that’s my good girl” against your cheek.

she caries you bridal style and you don’t complain, not when she puts you in the hot bath that smells like your favorite bath bomb and has bubbles. you sit there sleepily and your girlfriend settles behind you. she cleans you up gently, shampooing your hair and using the scrub you love the most. you’re almost completely asleep by the time you’re out of the bath and she has you dressed in your fluffy pajamas. the sheets on the bed have already been put in the washer.

she tucks you in and lays down next to you once again, smiling when you instantly curl up next to her like a kitty. and she holds you close through the night, knowing that tomorrow you will talk to her about what was bothering you.

[oneshotnewbie]

Carol and f reader. Reader saves Sophia, but returns injured as hell, and tells Carol. "even if I die today.... seeing your smile at your daughters safety is all I need In the world"

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In a world marked by chaos and destruction, you fought doggedly against an fast approaching zombie horde. Two days had passed since Sophia ran away in fear from a small horde of zombies and you had sworn to Carol that you would find her and bring her back. So you had kept your promise and set out on your own.

The sky was streaked with a poisonous orange-red color as the sun set in a faint glow, making the scene even more frightening. You had found Sophia safely in the swamp, a few kilometers from Hershel Greene's farm, and now you held her hand tightly as you hurried through the devastated streets in the dim twilight. Your breath was ragged and your face was lined with sweat and your own blood. Behind you, menacing moans could be heard from zombies stalking behind you in search of human flesh.

"Faster, Sophia. Come on," you complained, glancing quickly over your shoulder to make sure the distance to the undead was increasing. Frightened, the young girl clung to your sweaty and blood-soaked hand, her eyes wide in terror. She did not think for a second and followed you, even if her legs were already on the verge of giving up. “I am scared, y/n!”

"You are safe with me. I will take you home to your mother and the others," you said encouragingly as you quickened your pace and ran as fast as you could. The heartbeat in your ears drowned out the growls of the hungry undead as you desperately tried to find shelter for Sophia to take on the zombie herd alone.

You finally reached an abandoned building and disappeared inside with her. With shaking hands, you closed the door and leaned against it, panting and relieving at the same time. Outside, the first zombies were already pounding on the locked door, unable to reach the safe haven. You looked down at the girl kneeling on the floor, panting to fill her lungs with air. "You have to listen to me now, Soph,"

The person you spoke to tilted her head over her shoulder, looking at you with tearful and fearful eyes. Sophia nodded carefully, following your movements as you searched the entire house and opened the bathroom. "I am going to go out there and clear the way for us. You stay in here and do not come out until I get you or you hear me whistle, understand?"

"No, y/n. You will never be able to do this, there are too many!" Ignoring her pleas, you looked out the window to get an overview of the situation. Your resolve grew as you realized your responsibilities, it was the only way to avoid bringing the horde back to the farm and putting your entire family in danger. You had to fight. "No matter how loud it gets out there, you will not leave again. Promise?"

She nodded again and you took her to the bedroom for safety. You hugged Sophia, a promise of rescue in your eyes as you prepared to clear the path for you two before quietly climbing through the window in the bathroom at the back of the house, determined to protect your friend's child. The zombies noticed the movements and began to stagger in your direction. You fought quickly against the approaching horde. The clanging of your weapon cut through the silence as you desperately tried to force your way through. The zombies surrounded you, but you continued to fight despite your weakness. You did everything you could to protect the child until you could not anymore.

With a beating heart and a determination fueled by sheer will to survive, you charged through with deft movements, years of experience proving that you managed to keep the creatures at bay. The undead were relentless, their hungry eyes fixed on your life. With the last of your strength and the remaining adrenaline pumping through your veins, you plunged your machete into each rotten head, before you ran to get the zombies away from Sophia and stumbled, hearing your ribs crack as an iron bar pierced through yours boring left upper abdomen.

It was only with great difficulty that you managed to pull yourself up on the pole on your own and not give up despite the pain and exhaustion. You continued to fight your way through the stream of death and destruction, your movements slower and less coordinated as you faced the final two zombies. When the two of them finally fell to the ground, you briefly collapsed on your knees, using the energy you had left to whistle loudly and sharply.

As she carefully came out of the house, you were kneeling on the ground, badly injured, your face marked by pain and exertion. Blood was dripping from a wound onto the floor, already forming a wide pool of blood and you could barely move, let alone breathe properly. Sophia rushed to you, gently grabbed your shoulders and tried to get you up. "Y/n, come on. You have to get up, please."

With all her strength she helped you to your feet. You leaned heavily on the young girl who acted with amazing strength and determination. Slowly Sophia began to walk, carrying most of your weight as every movement caused you pain. "You can do it, you just have to stay awake long enough to tell me where we need to go. After that, someone will take care of you." Sophia was small but incredibly strong and determined to bring you home.

The two of you limped through the dark forest together, your gait became weaker and you began to stagger. The sun had already completely set and the darkness had bathed the land in a gloomy, ghostly light as she supported you as best she could. Despite the difficulties and the lurking threat, she didn't give up and listened to your whispered directions. The girl had absorbed some of your courage and wanted to take you to safety, just as you had, feeling the gratitude and deep trust in the way she cared for you.

Together you fought the pain and fatigue as you slowly but steadily moved towards your goal. A place where you were protected from the dangers of the world. "Y/n, you have to whistle. Whistle for me so they know we're back. COME ON!" her elbow pressed against your wound and you cried out, momentarily back in focus. With the last of your strength, you whistled as loudly as you could and took one step at a time across the meadow that separated you from the house.

Not a minute later you heard the door open, four people running towards you one after the other. Daryl and Rick immediately came to your side. Sophia was torn from your arms as the two men wrapped their hands protectively around your torso. They quickly dragged you the last few meters to the house and then laid you on the couch, where Maggie and her father were already getting to work taking care of you.

"You saved her, you brought my Sophia home again!" you heard a female voice echo before Carol's face poked out in front of your blurry vision. Tenderly, she took your hand in hers, stroked it and thanked you several times for your help. "Even if I die today, seeing your smile at your daughters safety is all I need in the world," you replied as you slowly drifted into unconsciousness, severely injured and exhausted from your heroic rescue mission.

[demigoddessqueens]

Not sure if you've written something like this before but could you please write something where percy and his s/o are keeping their relationship a secret until one day percy is extremely sleep deprived from working on a project all night he accidentally blurts out something like " ah good morning my love" and kisses his s/o in front of everyone. Cue how would everyone react to this plus percys reaction to realizing he messed up and getting all embarrassed? 🥺

Ndjfjekie l LOVE this idea!! 💕😭❤️🤣

Monica-Chandler energy!! If you know which scene I’m talking about 😉

none the wiser

Tag: Modern AU

You could hear the shower running as you prepared the morning coffee. This….arrangement? Yes, “arrangement”. It felt entirely new to you but you welcomed it with a domestic bliss.

It had been several weeks since you and Percy made it official (to each other) you were together. Shared keys, stuff at the other’s apartments, the works. The one hurdle still was breaking to the others. Knowing how they could get at some times, it was a la Percy’s idea to tell them. Eventually.

You wanted to tell them sooner, given how close you all were.

The rapid knocking at your door drew you out of the revelry as you opened the door to six famished friends.

“Rise and shine!”

“I smell waffles!”

“Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my morning coffee!”

It was the same excuse as always as they hustled in. You have the better space, better food, just better everything.

Closing the door with a casual “good morning to you too”, you heard the shower shut off. Just as everyone filled their plates and mugs, Percy walked out of your shared bathroom in the silken robe he adored. Sleep and exhaustion from his demanding engineering job was now melted off his face, replaced with a blissed relaxation.

He casually greeted the rest of the group before reaching for the coffee cup you set aside on the counter

“Oh good morning love,” he sighed as the kiss took you by surprise.

The realization hit him more as green eyes filled with panic. All eyes were fixed on you and him in bewilderment. Luckily for you, he was quick on his feet too.

“Vax! Vex! The pinnacle of family and siblings!” Each received a kiss.

“Grog! Keeping up with the weight training I see!” Kiss.

“Keyleth, I never tell you how much I admire you enough.” A kiss.

“Pike, Scanlan, you always remind me to laugh and enjoy life.” Each received a kiss as well.

He grabbed the spare mug before rushing off to get ready for the day. In your bedroom.

“What—when did Percy get here?!”

“Well if that’s how all mornings are, we need to come by more often.”

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@mythosisms : Closed Starter for Elysia & Skye

The moment Skye felt the cosmic pull he settled the bill and went through the round of goodbyes to his friends at the pub. They chided him about the earliness of his departure on a Friday night as he all but booked out the door. Driving a little faster than normal, he sped home knowing what was happening on the other end. There was a biting desperate need to get Ely as soon as possible.

It had only been a couple weeks since the witch unceremoniously entered into a young woman's nightmares. It had been a holiday weekend, and Skye thought to do a little traveling without leaving home aided by some edibles. About an hour into his trip, the compulsion to lay down became so strong he didn't resist. Outside on his hammock, he fell asleep almost underneath the starlit sky. The next thing he knew he found himself being pulled through the in-between by an instinct which eventually led him to Ely.

Rushing inside his home, he undressed as he made his way to the bedroom. Grabbing his cell out before he tossed his pants and crashed into bed. Quickly, he began searching for his favorite hypnosis track in case. Not that he needed it. Eyes closed he willed himself to sleep within the first few seconds. Skye's ability to control his sleep state had increased recently, and he wasn't sure why.

The pull into the astral was almost instant. His body was paralyzed in a sleep state, but his soul awoke. He felt the vibrational pull accompanied by the familiar swoosh as his consciousness lifted up and out from his body. Pausing he looked down and saw himself comfortably sleeping before he moved towards the bedroom door.

The moment he opened he was no longer in his home. Instead, in a vast hallway with several doors and multiple staircases taking him anywhere and sometimes nowhere. The liminal space felt infinite and was how he moved through the astral. It was always the same, the halls were painted a creamy beige with white tiles on the floor. The entire space is illuminated by buzzing fluorescent lights overhead and has all the appeal and comfort of industrial Cold War-era decor. Skye didn't even have to think. He let his feet guide him through a door trusting he was being drawn towards the tenacious woman.

Countless screams and pleas echoed throughout but he was only concerned about one. Skye went to work immediately changing the scene. He colored over the smoky dark air with a blue sky and fluffy clouds. The torture soundtrack had to go. Instead, he filled the atmosphere with a backdrop of his favorite Bob Marley album as he continued on toward Ely pitched up on a throne made of bones.

It was a scene reminiscent of an 80's heavy metal album, and frankly, it disturbed him to the point he had to close his eyes for a moment as searing anger reared up. The best thing he could do was manipulate the state and rage would only get in the way. The torturous god, Hades stood with a flamed chained whip ready to strike her again, and with only a mental push he flipped the scene. The god disappeared instantaneously and the whip he wielded shattered as if made of ice as it hit the ground.

Skye comes upon Ely in her beaten state, and he shifts the bone throne into a plush purple couch. He only had to lift his hand for a wet cloth to appear before gently wiping it across her forehead. Shame ate away at him given the abuse she endured waiting for him, "I'm sorry it took me so long. I wasn't home when I got the call."

Skye took a knee and extended a hand resting it on her shoulder as guilt reflected in his eyes. Letting out a deep breath before he reassured her, "Everything is going to be alright now." As long as he remained here he'd have complete control.

[veeluvss]

My Girl, Lily Prentiss (2)

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"Lily Addams," Emily said, clicking the remote. The entire team sat around the round table, concern clear in their faces and expressions. Prentiss could hardly get her words out. Lily was gone. Gone. "Seventeen," Emily said again, clicking on another picture of her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her, seeing her all grown up. Her smile hadn't changed one bit. The apples of her cheeks kept the pink colour and her eyes still gleamed with happy tears in the situation. Her hair, a mousey brown now, was beautifully waved over her shoulders. Emily could see she kept active, knowing she loved the outdoors. Being deprived of it for so long meant Lily would do anything to be outside all the time. "Prentiss," Morgan said, voice breaking the silence. Emily nodded, tearing her eyes away from the picture. "Yes, of course." She mumbled, shaking her head. "Lily Addams, seventeen. Her parents came to me this morning to report her missing. She's been gone two days, no word, no sign, nothing. We need to hit the ground running and find out what happened." Emily knew she was making no sense and the team were only growing more and more worried. "Emily, what's going on?" JJ asked, sitting up in her chair. There was more silence as Emily tried to find the words.

"She was in protective custody," Emily whispered, taking a seat. She couldn't trust her legs to hold her weight. "Her parents, they, they were con artists. I went undercover to catch them. Lily - she was their daughter. They exploited her, kept her locked up, and hidden and used her whenever they could. They'd lure these women in and use them, rape them, do all sorts and Lily - she would love them with her whole innocent self because she had no idea what they were doing to them. They'd look after her, watch her, care for her. I did too. "I've always had her on my mind, she was like mine. My little girl in the darkest times. She was far too innocent for everything that happened to her," Emily explained. "I've stayed close by to her, following her family around the world. They knew. Every year, I'd send Lily a birthday and Christmas present. But now, she's gone." "And we need to find her," Rossi said. Emily nodded, still not daring to look at anyone. "We need to find her," Emily repeated. "I - I can't live knowing she's hurt and I couldn't help her."

The team jumped into action. Garcia did her tech stuff, trying to find what she could on her last known whereabouts. Emily and JJ spoke to her parents, trying to get to know them as much as they could. Rossi and Morgan and Reid went to the house, trying to find evidence there. Tara headed to her high school to talk to her little sister and Lily's teachers.

"What... what was she like?" Emily asked the parents, Gale and Tori. "Naughty," Gale sighed. JJ frowned. "What do you mean by that?" "She never listened," Tori said. "She was always pushing the boundaries, arguing." Emily could feel the anger in the pit of her stomach. "How was she at school?" "She never went to school. Didn't even know the meaning of the word," Gale scoffed. "Did you help her?" Emily asked. "We did everything we could," Gale said, nodding. "Honestly, Prentiss. If it wasn't for the technicalities of her childhood, we wouldn't have come. We think it's just drugs. Bad crowd," Gale shrugged. Emily walked out then, unable to control her anger. How dare they?

Morgan's eyes were furrowed as he moved around the girl's bedroom. "I don't know about you but if this was my bedroom, I don't think I'd want to stay either." "There's absolutely no personality here," Reid agreed, pulling back the covers of her bed. Then, he saw it. There was a ragged, grey, small baby's blanket tucked under her pillow. Reid pulled it up, inspecting it. It looked old. "Apart from this." He said. Morgan turned around and took it from his hands before quickly pocketing it. "You can't take that from a crime scene-" Reid said quickly, looking between Morgan and Rossi. "It's for Emily," he said simply, pulling back the girls' pillows but then he saw the picture. Under Lily's pillow was an old, faded picture. Morgan recognised Emily immediately, smiling, holding the girl close to her. The blonde hair leaned over and she was kissing Emily's cheek. Morgan had never, ever seen Emily so happy. Rossi looked over his shoulder, sighing. "She hasn't smiled like that with us, ever," Spencer said, looking at it too. "We have to find whoever the fuck took this kid. It'll destroy Prentisss if anything happens to her." Morgan said. He put the picture back and headed out of the room, dialling Garcia's number.

"Hey my chocolate milkshake," she smirked down the phone. "Please tell me you have some sort of lead," Morgan said, all he could feel was hurt for his best friend. Emily may have been his boss but since her first day, she and morgan had been the best brother-sister duo the team had ever seen. Their humour and personalities went together like the north and south end of magnets and Derek knew that without Lily in her life, Prentiss had been missing a big part of herself. He knew she had her secrets, everyone did. But one this close to her, one this personal, meant Emily had never cared about anything more. "I've managed to track some of her online whereabouts and Morgan, it's not pretty." She told him honestly. "Tell me." "She was very, erm, sexual online," Garcia said. "Porn sites, selling her pictures, exchanging messages. She didn't even try to keep it a secret Derek." "Could that be tied to it? Maybe a fan got freaky?" "I'm not sure. She managed to keep her identity pretty covered up. She was good at that, fake identities, and lives. She has whole documents with alternative lives for different people she spoke to. Hannah. Tina. Josie. All with different types of pictures too, different underwear, different roleplays. Derek, as painful as it is for me to say this, she was good at what she did." "Have you spoken to Prentiss?" "Not yet. I don't know how to tell her," Garcia sighed. "She's hurting." "She's just worried baby girl, don't... don't fret. We'll find Lily and get her help."

"What was your sister like?" Tara asked Skyla, Gale and Tori's biological child. "Private," Skyla whispered. "She never spoke to any of us unless it was arguing. She was always in her room, or out. She'd come home early morning and leave again only hours later. I hardly ever saw her." "So you weren't close?" "Not at all. I can hardly even call her my sister," Skyla shrugged. However, she kept her eyes down, avoiding looking up or around the room. "What's life like at home?" Tara asked, probing more. "Normal," she shrugged. "What's normal to you?" "Just," Skyla sighed. "You know, normal." "Your mum told us that Lily misbehaved, and argued," Tara said. Skyla nodded, agreeing. "Did she argue with you?" "No. Only mum." "What did they argue about?" "How quiet she was. Mum used to say she wasn't even part of the family. She.. she said that if they weren't tied by a contract, she'd be gone." Tara nodded. "Lily used to tell Mum that no one loved her, that she was alone." Skyla sighed, feeling bad for speaking badly about her mum. "Mum loved me, Dad did too. I think it hurt Lily, to see the difference. I tried to be mean too, to them to see what they would do but they didn't do what they did to Lily. I don't know why they hated her."

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Joel Miller x F!Reader | 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 🌿

Chapter 2 : The Past | Chapter 3 | Summary

Series Summary : Joel Miller is no longer the same man after losing his entire family, except his little brother. A few months later, after saving Ellie from the Fireflies. He now lives in a community of survivors with Ellie and her younger brother, Tommy.

He has only one goal, to ensure his own survival and that of those he loves. Until the day he crossed paths with a young woman and her son in the community. The young woman’s face was particularly familiar.

Are you and Joel strangers or are you a lot more than that ?

Warnings : Mature content angst, smut, romance, blood, violence...

Do not : Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else.

Notes : Reference to certain scenes of the series and the game. The chapter is quite long. This may bother some, but it’s like a thank you gift for patiently waiting for the rest of my story.

If some things bother you, inconsistent in my story, do not hesitate to tell me this will allow me to improve ! 😊 Thanks again to @defeima for his help on a small part of the chapter. Your help has made this chapter more meaningful on history, thank you, my friend.✨

The gif I use to introduce my story was created by @inklore 😁

I apologize in advance but English is not my mother tongue. 💙

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- « Mom ! Play us the guitar please ! » Sarah comes to sit by her little brother's bed. She observes him sleeping while waiting for his mother.

- Y/N finishes his coffee and puts the cup in the kitchen sink. She walks towards the TV in the living room, the guitar is right next to it. She picks it up and leaves to take the stairs and join her children. « Sarah, when you call me don't speak loudly. It's for your brother's sake, do you understand ? »

- Sarah sits up properly and stares at her mother. « Yes, sorry Mom. » After apologizing, his head tilts slightly to the right.

- Y/N comes to raise her daughter's face and kiss her forehead with a gentle gesture. « It's okay, sweetie. Just be more careful next time. » She lifts a strand of her hair then picks up Joel's guitar.

- Sarah happy, whispers so as not to disturb her little brother's sleep. « Are you going to play you and daddy's song for us ? »

- Y/N puts his fingers on the strings of the guitar, a sweet sound comes out. « Yes. But if you prefer, I can play something else. »

- « No, this song is perfect. Besides, I'm sure it will help James get better. » Sarah comes to take James's hand gently, she presses it against hers. Impatience can be read in the sparkle of his childish eyes.

- « Okay, so let's go. » Y/N begins to play and sing. The sound of his voice remains at a stable volume, neither too low nor too loud.

If I ever were to lose you

I'd surely lose myself

Everything I have found dear

I'm not found by myself - The front door opens quickly, a large figure walks through it and enters. Joel came home from work, angry and exhausted. He puts his hand against the wall and listens to the sound coming from the rooms. He then decides to join his family upstairs. « She plays and sings just as well. » He imprints the hallway and gently opens James' bedroom door. A beautiful view was right there, it almost took his breath away.

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days, days of you and me

- Y/N finished singing. His hand remains on the guitar. Looking up, she sees Joel standing against the edge of the door, his arms folded across his chest with a big smile on his face. « How long have you been here ? » Y/N tries to get his daughter's attention.

- Sarah gently lets go of her brother's hand so as not to wake him in the process. His whole body turns to his father. « Dad ! » Sarah gets up quickly and throws herself against him. He was a real giant.

- Joel smiles and happily accepts his daughter's warm embrace. His arms wrap easily around her waist and he presses her against him as if Joel hasn't seen him in years. « Did you like your mother's song ? » He asked in a curious tone.

- Sarah comes to deepen the embrace she exchanged with her father. Despite the fact that he arrived late tonight, she was happy to know he was here with them. « Yes, I loved it ! »

- Joel couldn't help but smile, Sarah had that power over him, in fact his family had that power. « Good. » He pulled away from the embrace and moved closer to James. With a gentle gesture, his hand rests against his forehead. « How is he ? »

- « The doctor-prescribed medication is almost not working. I think I’ll have to take it to the hospital. » Y/N gets up to look at his son. His body was completely exhausted by fever. Seeing him in this state, it deeply killed Y/N from the inside.

- « Let's go to the living room, silence can allow him to regain his strength. » Joel places a quick kiss on James's forehead. He then turns to take the living room stairs. He was in the same state as Y/N, he felt helpless and yet Joel wanted to believe in the hope that something would come to help his family.

Sarah and Y/N do the same and in turn leave James' room. Y/N comes to put the guitar near the TV in its place. Sarah for her part joins her father on the sofa, he seems exhausted from this day.

- Y/N comes and sits on the couch, to Joel's right. « You look exhausted tonight, honey. How was your day ? »

- « Problems with the contractor. Tommy is asking me to quit this job and look elsewhere. But I can't lose this job. » Joel sighs in frustration, his fingers gently rubbing his eyelids.

- Y/N lays his head against Joel's shoulder. Fingertips, trailing lightly on his shirt. « Tommy is wrong about this issue. I know it kills him to see you trying so hard, but if you lose your job, mine won't help us finish the month. »

- « I know, that's why tomorrow I'm going to go see him and we'll talk quietly. » He concludes with a sigh. His fingers move down to caress Y/N's arm. A simple gesture of thanks, like : It’s okay, I’m here. He and Y/N are used to sharing it when this kind of situation arises.

- Sarah looked at her parents without saying a word. But it was time to put an end to this bad atmosphere and that's when an idea came to his mind. She steps back to approach the edge of the sofa, a small box is on the floor, Sarah picks it up. « Dad, I have a present from the three of us. » Sarah hands the little box to her father with a smile.

- Y/N smiles at his daughter and waits to see how Joel reacts. « We haven’t forgotten your birthday, even if James isn’t with us, I’m sure he’d be happy to see you open your gift. » She keeps her head against her shoulder and watches her husband carefully.

- Joel was slightly surprised but not upset to receive a gift. He retrieves the small box that Sarah gives him. Once in his hands, he turns the box at different angles. Joel is unable to say anything, no words come out. Then silently, he finally opens the box. A new watch will be inside. « It's... » He exhales as he finishes his sentence.

- « You kept complaining that your watch was broken, before James got sick he came up with the idea for this gift. Sarah and I saved up to give you a new one. You like this ? »

- Joel slips his new watch around his wrist. The tired, exhausted look on his face disappeared with the snap of a finger. He comes to put his watch to his ear and tap lightly against it. « Honey, it's nice but.. I think she's stopped... »

- Sarah shows a look of misunderstanding on her face. She throws herself on her father's arm and comes to observe him more closely. "What! no, no!" After watching her, Sarah understands that her father is kidding her, just a joke. « Mmh, ha ha, very funny. »

Y/N was full of happiness in front of the scene that was happening before his eyes, they looked so happy. Joel has always had this playful side with children, he played his role as a father perfectly.

- Joel looks at the time displayed on his watch, it's almost midnight. It's time for Sarah to go to bed because tomorrow she has to get up early to go to school. « Sarah sweetie, it's time to go to sleep now. »

- « Damn, what time is it ! » Sarah leans back on the couch to watch the clock. The clock is displayed at midnight.

- It's getting late for the whole family. Y/N places a light kiss against her husband's cheek. Then coming out of Joel's shoulder and gets up from the couch. « Let her watch TV with you, you haven't had a moment with your daughter in a while. »

- Joel quickly but gently grabs Y/N's arm. « What are you going to do ? You don't want to stay with us ? » After capturing his attention, his grip on his arm was no longer there. He could read in her eyes that something was wrong.

- « I'm going to bed. If James needs anything, I'll be here. Have fun, good night, darlings. » The young mother approaches Sarah and kisses her on the forehead before leaving the living room and using the stairs to access the bedrooms.

Joel finds himself with Sarah, between father and daughter. He straightens up to take control of the TV remote, turns on and quickly chooses a program. Sarah grabs her father's arm and quickly clings to him. She left him no choice and Joel could not refuse such a beautiful proposal.

Silence was present in the room, only the noise of the broadcast. Joel was happy to have his daughter near him, it’s obviously the same for Sarah. Hours pass and Sarah falls asleep on her father’s leg, sleep quickly catch up with her.

Joel looks at his watch again to check the time, it was really late. He straightens his body to take a look at Sarah, she is sleeping very close. Joel gets up slowly from the sofa so as not to wake her in the process. His arms grab Sarah so he can carry her to his room.

- After taking the stairs, Joel walks to Sarah's room and gently places her on her bed. He takes his blanket and puts it on his shoulders, readjusts a lock of his hair and kisses his forehead. « Good night darling. » - Y/N’s been lying for a while now. James needed to see her, so she had to get up and sing her a song that could help her go back to sleep. She’s exhausted, upset that she can’t do anything to help her son get better. « I don’t know what to do to help him get better. » Mumbling against the cover.

- Joel gently pushes the door open and sees Y/N from behind, lying in their bed. He walks slowly and passes in front of the television, then joins her. He settled his tall body through the sheets and then laid his gaze on the silhouette of his wife. « Are you okay baby ? »

- It is in silence that Y/N snuggles up against Joel. Her face was against his chest and was about to end up a mess from the tears. « James is getting worse, I feel...I don't know what to do to cure him. I don't want to lose my baby, our son. »

- He takes his wife in his arms. Joel gently puts his hand on her back to make a small gesture, trying as best he could to reassure her. « I know it’s hard, honey. But you’re not going to lose James, he’s not going to let the disease get to him, he’s our son after all, he’s got something to hold on to, right ? » He continues his small gestures against his back and adds several small kisses on the top of the head. « We wait to see how he spends the night. If tomorrow morning his condition hasn’t improved, I’ll take him to the hospital »

- « Yes.. He must have that toughness from you, that's for sure. » Y/N raises her head to face her husband's gaze. She had a slight smile on her lips, he is so protective and caring. « As for James, don't bother, I'd rather take him if you don't mind. » Y/N smiled slightly after Joel's action. She finds it adorable of him and snuggles a little more against him.

- « As you wish, darling. If you don't feel like taking it, tell me and I will. »

- « I promise you. » Y/N entwines her fingers in Joel's and stands right on top of him. Her body was against his, her gaze locked with his, she couldn't leave him or even let go. « I'm really lucky to have you. »

- Despite his hands tied to his wife’s, Joel comes to hold his hand to his lips and give her a gentle kiss. « And I and the kids are lucky to have you, too. » Finally, he pulls her gently towards him and puts her lips against his own. He’s happy to have her with him.

- The young couple fell asleep in each other’s heat. Later that evening, sniffing and crying from James' room. Y/N heard them, because of his light sleep. Rubbing her eyes slightly, she moves Joel through a slight movement and then straightens up. There she sits, back to her husband. A hand gently rubs its lower back. This catches Y/N’s attention. « Sorry, baby, did I wake you ? »

- Joel does not move from the position he is in and leaves his hand on Y/N’s back. « Don’t worry, it was James' crying that woke me up. »

- « Okay. So don't get up, I'll see what he's got, rest. » Y/N gets up from the bed and gently pushes the door open so as not to make any noise and goes to James' room.

Joel didn’t have time to say something she had already left. He puts his arm on his face and closes with a sigh of the situation his family is going through. What did he do to deserve this fate ?

- Y/N arrives and enters James' room. Then walks over to her son's bed and sees him from behind crying. « Are you all right, my angel ? »

- James sniffles several times and turns to his mother, holding out his arms. « I'm in pain mum... »

- Y/N comes to take James in his arms. With her right hand, she gently caresses his back and whispers. « I know it my angel, I know it... »

- James grabs and tugs his mother's shirt tightly with his hands. Tears are streaming down her face and her pain is unbearable. « Where.. Where is dad...? »

- Before Y/N can answer his son's question, the bedroom door opens. Joel was in the back, he walks in and looks at his wife and son. « I'm here, big boy. »

- Y/N and Joel exchange a quick look. He holds out his arms so she can slowly place James in his arms. « I think I'm going to have to take him to the hospital. »

- Joel moves his hand up and down against James' back to try to soothe him. « Yes, I think we have no other choice. »

- James starts to agitate after hearing the word hospital. The child wasn’t really a fan of this type of place. « I don’t want to go. » His hands cling strongly to his father’s shirt.

- « It's a place that may be able to find a solution to your problem, big boy. » Joel could feel his son's fear through his gesture and the glint in his eyes.

- « I'll pack his bag, grab some extra stuff for him and me. » Y/N goes to the cupboard at the back of the room, she opens the drawers and retrieves the clothes for James. - Joel kept James in his arms, his hand still against his back, it felt good. He walks up to Y/N and looks a bit worried. « Are you sure you want to go out ? On TV it is said that the virus is spreading faster and faster these days. Especially in places where people gather. »

- « I know very well that there is this virus there. But that will not prevent me from having our son treated. That's why I'm taking a change of clothes, maybe I should spend the rest of the night with him there. » Y/N finishes picking up the clothes for James, then turns to his bag, near the desk.

- Joel understood perfectly well that he could not dissuade his wife. « I see, I'll help him get dressed. » He gently puts his son on his bed and retrieves from the chair to his right the clothes he was wearing yesterday, of course the clothes are clean. « Raise your arms, big boy. »

- Due to the fever, James has practically no strength. He struggles against it and manages to raise his arms slightly upwards. « Like this, dad ? »

- « Yes Perfect. » Joel puts on James' t-shirt first and then comes to his sweater. Then he ends up coming and ruffling his curly hair.

Y/N places the things in James's bag. A sweater, socks, a t-shirt and his favorite stuffed animal, a little giraffe.

- Joel finishes dressing his son in his shoes. He could see the fear in her eyes. James pulls his head up and swings his legs slightly. Joel's face smiles, he pats her legs. « It's going to be okay, James, mum will be with you. »

James continues to swing his legs and nods slightly at his father, silence falling between the two men.

- Y/N is back with clothes in her arms that she comes to store directly in her son's bag. She left it to Joel to deal with James' fear, trying to reassure him. Y/N's trust in her husband was unshakable and indescribable. She takes the bag in her hand and puts it on her shoulders. One step at a time, she approaches the boys and breaks the silence. « I'm ready, boys. »

- « Are you ready, James ? »

- James looks up at his father and then his mother, his gaze blank. It doesn't take long to bring him back down to his feet. « I still don't want to go. »

Y/N and Joel observe each other, one look is enough for them to understand each other perfectly, the message has passed. The young mother comes to put her hand on her son's knee, Joel does the same as his wife but on the other leg.

- « You have nothing to be afraid of, James. It's not like the visit to the doctor but there will be a few more people than usual. »

- « Your mother is right. You don't have to be afraid of this place, of the hospital. If you want to heal, that's where you will find the solution. » Joel comes to hold his son's knee a little tighter, without hurting him of course.

- « Well, it’s time to go, honey. » Y/N takes his hand off his son’s knee and looks at Joel. « Can you hold him and take him down, please ? »

- « Of course darling. » Joel takes his hand off James' knee. He raises his hands under his son's arms to take him and cuddle him in his arms.

Y/N gently pushes the door open while avoiding making noise for Sarah. Luckily for them, Sarah was a sound sleeper, not light like Joel or James. Y/N crosses the hallway down the stairs to wait for the boys at the entrance.

- Joel is right behind his wife with James snuggling up against him. The little guy wouldn’t let go of his father by an inch. The stairs are taken and Joel is at the entrance. « You don’t have to worry about the car, it’s already outside. And as for the keys, they’re here. » With one hand, Joel takes the keys out of his pocket and hands them to Y/N.

- Y/N gets the keys. Open the door and go to the car. « Do you need help getting him into the car ? »

- Joel walks behind Y/N and walks towards the back door of the car. « For now, I'll try to install it without needing any help. » He concludes by trying to install his son in the child seat.

Y/N observes Joel and lets a little laugh slip by watching him. Joel has always had difficulties with this kind of thing.

After a few minutes, Joel manages to get his son into the seat in the back of the car. The door left open for him to observe, he has a smile on his face.

- The young mother grabs her husband's hand and pulls it against her. His arms already wrapped around Joel's waist. « Will you be careful ? »

- Y/N does not answer and comes to put his lips against those of Joel to answer. « You already know the answer. »

- Joel responds to Y/N's kiss by kissing her again with a little more gentleness and tenderness in the gesture. « I love you, Y/N Miller. »

James is a spectator of this scene between his father and his mother. The bad mood disappears from his face and gives way to a happy smile, the fever is still there despite everything.

- « I love you, too, Joel Miller. » Y/N barely comes out of her husband’s arms. She doesn’t want to leave him, never let go of his hand. Yet it is with force that she manages to get away from him and to go to the place of the driver.

- Joel leans on the back door of the car, meeting his son's gaze. « See you at dawn, big boy. Even if you're not in good shape, I know you'll keep an eye on your mother. »

James shakes his head up and down looking at his father, no words come out but his eyes mean everything. Joel steps out of the door and closes. Y/N starts the car and reverses to join the road towards the hospital. Joel watches the car drive away from him, he could feel fear inside. What he doesn't know is that was the last time he saw his wife and son.

- Hours pass, silence reigns in the Miller house. Sarah is the only one in the house, she is in a deep sleep. Where the hell is Joel ? Why did he leave his daughter alone ? Then the phone rings. Sarah wakes up slowly and answers the phone. « Hello ? »

- « Sarah, honey, I need to talk to your dad. » Fear and worry will clear in Tommy's voice.

- « Uncle Tommy, what time is it ? »

- Tommy raises his voice « I have to speak to your father, there is.. ! » The call was disconnected, a beep rang in the phone without answer.

- « Uncle Tommy ? Hello ? » Lost and half awake, Sarah decides to get out of bed. She lightly rubs her eyes and approaches her bedroom door. « But.. what's going on ? » Sarah walks through the dark hallway trying to find her parents and baby brother. « Dad ? Mom ? James..? » No answer, nothing, the silence heavy in the house. She takes a quick look at James' room, nobody. Sarah then goes to her parents' room, the door is open. « Dad ? Mom ? Are you there ? »

An explosion erupted silently outside the house, causing other objects to explode around it. It seemed like chaos out there.

- Sarah sees several explosions from her parents' bedroom window. « And.. What was that.. Dad ? Mom ? » Sarah is petrified by what she has just seen. His whole body is shaking. She puts her arms around her and continues to walk through the house. She keeps calling her parents through the house but nothing, no answer. Except outside, neighborhood dogs bark constantly and police cars don't stop on neighborhood streets. Then her father burst through the glass door of her mother's office. He is covered in blood and breathless. « Dad ! there you are. »

- Joel quickly rushes to close the glass door and turns to his daughter. « Sarah ! How are you ? »

- Sarah, a little lost, watches her father take out a small briefcase from her mother's desk. « Yes, I'm fine. Where are mum and James ? » - Joel quickly opens the briefcase and pulls out a gun. He ignored Sarah's question. « Has anyone come ? »

- « No.. someone had to come by ? »

- Joel holds his gun and counts how many bullets he has left. « Stay away from the doors, don't move from here. »

- « Dad.. You're starting to scare me.... And where are mum and James, what's going on ? » She asked a little in the incompressible situation.

- « It's the virus.. There's something wrong. People are behaving in a different way. »

- « What disease ? » She asked after an infected popped up on the glass door, Sarah suddenly jumped up. « Dad ! »

- « Damn it, Jimmy ! » Joel jumps up and kicks the office chair away after recognizing his neighbor. He comes to put Sarah behind him, to protect her. « Stay behind me, honey. » He places himself in front of Jimmy so that he doesn't touch Sarah, with a gesture of his hand holding his daughter's arm and with the other he points the gun at Jimmy. « Jimmy ! Stay where you are ! I'm warning you.. No ! » Joel just shot his neighbor in the head and Sarah saw it all. Disturbed by what he has just done, Joel pulls his daughter out of the office and takes her into the living room.

- « You.... you killed him.. » Sarah is shocked by what she has just seen. His father has just shot their neighbor. Jimmy, she had seen him this morning with his mother.

- Joel saw fear in Sarah’s eyes. He blamed herself for having to watch the scene. At her age, she shouldn’t see this kind of thing, but the world is crueler than it seems. « Forgive me, sweetheart. » Joel gently pulls his daughter in his arms and meets her gaze. «Sarah… Listen to me. The situation has become far too dangerous. You have to get out of here, do you understand me ? » He concluded in a dry tone. The lights of a car light up, dazzling the whole living room. Joel turns and keeps Sarah’s arm. « Y/N. Maybe it’s your mother, honey. » He opens the door and sees his brother’s car. The expression on his face changes direction quickly.

- « Where were you !? » Tommy asked his brother, looking angry. « Where are Y/N and James ? Are you aware of the situation ? »

- « I explain to you about Y/N and James in the car. For the situation, we can say that, yes. » He opens the back door of his brother���s car and helps Sarah get on and installs it.

- « You have blood all over you, Joel.. »

- « It's not mine. Let's get out of here, please. » He concluded by getting into the car.

- « Half the town is out of control. Y/N and James, where are they ? »

- « James' fever was not going down, he was getting more and more exhausted despite the medication, so Y/N wanted to take him to the hospital. The situation was not as dangerous as it is now. »

- Tommy continues to drive following the road to go to the 71. « And you know if they are ?.. »

- « No, I don't know because I haven't heard anything since the explosion. The telephone lines were cut, the whole town was cut off. » He concludes by staring at the road ahead.

- « I see. Sarah how are you ? »

- « It’s okay.. Can we please turn on the radio ? »

- « Yes of course. » Tommy turns on the radio and keeps one hand on the wheel. The radio sends no signal, radio silence. « No phone, no radio. Yes, everything is fine. A minute ago, the reporter did not stop. »

- « I hope mum and James are well.. » She concluded, directing her gaze to her uncle and then her father.

Joel said nothing, no words, no reaction to his daughter's words. Anxiety reigned in his heart, he has to stay strong for Sarah anyway. Yet the doubt is there, to tell him, to show him that he might not be able to join Y/N and James and save them from this nightmare.

A few hours ago... - Y/N and James finally arrive at the hospital. The parking lot for this one no longer seems to have any free space. Fortunately, a car has just left his. Y/N then rushes to pick it up and park the car. « In a few hours, your pain will be over, sweetheart. » The young mother opens the back door of the car and removes James from the child seat.

- James looks with wide eyes and a big smile at the huge building in front of him. With his hands, he squeezes his mother's sweater and keeps his eyes on the building. « Is.. Is this the hospital, mum ? »

- Y/N finally managed to see his son smile after days without any signs of happiness. It might not be much, but it makes him feel good to see that smile on his little angel face. His father's gaze reflected in his own light. « Now we have to be patient because we are not the only ones here. »

James lays his head against his mother's neck, exhausted from the fever, he slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep without much difficulty.

- Y/N enters the entrance of the building with her son snuggled against her in her arms. « What can I do for you ? » A young nurse speaks to Y/N.

- « I would like someone to consult my son. He has had a huge fever for the past few days, we have seen a doctor. He prescribed medication that started to work, and then the day before yesterday, nothing. »

- The young woman looks at her computer, scrolls with her mouse, and the appointments appear on the screen. « Fortunately for you, there is still room with Dr. Smith. You will have to wait in the waiting room directly behind you. good luck. » The young woman concludes by getting up and then shows Y/N the waiting room.

- « Thank you very much, good luck to you too. » Y/N leaves the hospital reception and goes to Dr. Smith's waiting room. The places are all taken, which is normal with the current situation of the city and the virus. Y/N remains calm and arrives in a corner with his still sleeping son in his arms. She barely turns her eyes when the hospital was filled with sick people. Whether it's where she is or in the halls of the hospital. The service is saturated and we have to deal with it.

- « Well, let's see if there's a signal here. » Y/N pulls her bag down from her shoulders, putting her bag next to her, between her feet. She takes her phone in her hand, going through the contact list, she finds and calls Joel.

- With his arm under his pillow, Joel fell asleep in the sheets facing the TV. His phone vibrates. He jumps up slightly and straightens up to get it. The Y/N number appears, it answers. « Yes ? Y/N ? Are you okay ? » He asked a little worried.

- « I’m sorry I woke you up, baby. So far so good. I was lucky to have an appointment because there was no room. As for James, he sleeps against me. »

- « Don’t apologize for waking me up. Are you in a waiting room ? »

- « Yes. Joel, you'll see the situation here... What journalists show on TV is nothing compared to what I've seen so far. »

- « Y/N, you don't have to tell me. We all know that the media never shows us the reality of the situation. Be very careful of yourself and James, okay ? »

- Y/N laughs lightly after hearing her husband's words. This protective side that Joel has and has always had. Y/N can't help but find this side so adorable. « You will never change, Joel Miller. »

- « I'm not changing anytime soon, Y/N Miller. »

- « I love you, dear… » The call suddenly goes off, no sound comes out. « Y/N ? Honey ? » Joel asked panicked. There seems to have been an explosion not far from the hospital where Y/N and James are. That must be the cause of the problem. Joel can’t reach his wife and son by phone anymore. « Shit. What am I doing, joining them ? » His eyes change on his wrist, more precisely on his watch. « Make yourself alive. » He concludes by rising from the bed and leaving his room.

The explosion occurred not far from the hospital where Y/N is located. The building even shook. She would have thought it would have woken James but no reaction. Hours pass and it's finally around Y/N and James gone. Dr. Smith welcomed them into his office.

- « Thank you for opening the door to me doctor. »

- Smith sits at his desk and signals Y/N to sit in one of the chairs. « You can sit. Well, the appointment is for your son, I understand ? »

- Y/N is sitting on one of the chairs. She strokes James' hair and answers the doctor's question. « Yes that's right. He has a high fever that has lasted for a few days. Another doctor had given him medicine, but since last night nothing has worked. » - The man bends over his desk and watches the little boy in the arms of his young mother. « I see. I'm going to have to do a little examination to figure out what caused this fever. Forgive me if I sound rushed, but given the situation in our city. » Finishing his sentence, he gets up from his desk and goes to another room to prepare the equipment.

- James wakes up from his long sleep. Glued to his mother's neck, he observes the place around him. « Where are we, mom ? »

- « In Dr. Smith's office. He will examine you and find a solution for your fever, I hope. »

- « I see the boy is awake. Can you please take him to the other room ? »

- « Of course. One moment. » With one hand, Y/N takes James' stuffed animal from his bag, a small giraffe. She takes it and gives it to her son, he takes it with his hands, holding it against him. « That's good. I'm with you. »

The minutes pass, Y/N has his eyes fixed on his son who is in the other room. Deep down wishing the doctor could find a solution. He used several methods and so on, in a few minutes. When he receives part of the results, the expression on his face changes completely, he is surprised. He does not believe what he sees on the documents.

- Y/N notices that the doctor is particularly quiet since he has papers in hand and is talking with two nurses. Must be James' results. She decides to go see for herself and find out a little more. « Are these my son's results ? »

- Smith puts James' results next to him and raises his hand and puts it in his beard. « Yes, these are your son’s results. They’re pretty amazing. »

- Y/N crosses his arms and observes the man with his eyes. « What do you mean by "incredible" ? »

- Smith puts his hands on the hospital bed where James is lying. He looks at Y/N with a serious look. After a few seconds without uttering any words, the doctor comes to break the weight of this silence that has become heavy. « You have certainly heard on the radio, or on television, that strange and violent events are taking place in the four corners of the world. For several days now, our own city has been plagued by the screams of our fire trucks and response vehicles. » - « What does this have to do with my son doctor ? What do you mean ? » - The doctor then straightens himself by crossing his arms in a movement that seems endless. « The fact is, Ms. Miller, that we have no certainty at this point in time as to why this sudden change has occurred, and we have found that individuals with fungal infection who were previously harmless to humans, their skin and body have been infected, their movements becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Tests we did with your son confirm a similar infection. »

At this moment, Y/N’s gaze passes from misunderstanding to fear. - « However, we see from reading your child’s results that this fungus does not act on your son in the same way ; as if he had mutated in him. We have never seen anything like this before. It may be, Mrs Miller, that your son has developed some form of immunity from the aggression he suffered. »

Before resuming his dialogue, the doctor delicately decrypts the arms, approaches Y/N looking at her seriously but also with gravity.

- « Additional tests are needed to determine if your son can help us find a solution to this pandemic our world is going through. » - Y/N does not know how to react, or even what to say and think about all this. James, her child, immune to a threat that would affect the entire world ? But at what cost ? And then Joel is not there with her to decide the fate of their son. Y/N approaches her little boy, with one hand she does not leave his arm. « What are you going to do to my son to… find a solution as you say ? » - « It is complicated because we are living in a time we have never met before. I don’t have all the answers in front of me, but I would say that right now the solution would be to do a brain biopsy that would allow us to-»

- Y/N holds his son's arm firmly and glares at Dr. Smith. « If you take away what he has in his brain, he will lose his life. You will not touch my son again. » James said nothing, he squeezed as hard as he could his stuffed animal and watched his mother and doctor talk about the situation.

- « Madam, your child may be the key to the virus. You have to trust us, I can't… » Smith's voice suddenly stops after seeing Y/N point a knife at him and the nurses. She managed to get the item when she reached the office.

- « The.. Drop your gun, you'll hurt yourself. » The man tries to reassure the young mother and approaches her hesitantly.

- « I'm warning you, take one more step towards me and it's a neck in the stomach waiting for you. Tell me what's the answer to this fever now ! »

- Smith stays away from Y/N, the nurses do the same. He barely looks at her when he talks. « I'm not sure.. but He just needs plenty of rest and in a week or more and normally the fever will have dropped. I implore you to think of all the lives we can save. » He concludes by begging Y/N with words but also with eyes.

- Y/N can't keep listening to Smith's words, aiming his knife at his face and trying to threaten him and the nurses. « Get away from me and my son now. » Smith and the nurses obey and move away. Y/N comes quickly to retrieve her son in her arms. She pushes the office door with her shoulder and leaves the waiting room to reach the hospital exit at a run.

- She managed to get out of the building before security arrested her and picked up James. Once the car is reached, she gently places James in the child seat and straps him in. After getting into the car and leaving the hospital parking lot, Y/N heard a loud explosion coming from the hospital. She does not try to understand the origin of this and leaves the place. « We'll be back home in a very short time, my darling. You'll soon be with your father and sister again. »

It wasn’t, that night got off to a bad start and it wasn’t going to end.

Unfortunately for Y/N, the road to his house is blocked by a long line of cars. Impossible to overtake, all the cars are stopped, but why? Something unexpected must have happened outside during his medical examination. And this explosion didn't just happen, all of his explosions are tied to something, but what ?

A few hours later…

- « Uncle Tommy, watch out ! »

- Sarah saw a vehicle driving straight at them, but Tommy didn't have time to stop it. The car is completely overturned. The screams and screams don't stop, Sarah, Joel and Tommy are indeed in an endless nightmare. Sarah comes to her senses first. She gets up with difficulty and finds her father passed out against the car window. « Daddy, wake up. »

- Joel slowly regains his senses, as soon as he opens his eyes a horrible scene takes place in another vehicle in front of his eyes. « Back up, honey, back up.» Joel leans against the ceiling of the car and tries to smash the window, pushing as hard as he can. The window shatters. As soon as he catches his breath and gets up, an infected person jumped in his face. « Get out of here ! »

Tommy comes to help his brother and breaks the head of the infected with a brick. The two men observe the infected fallen on the ground and face each other without saying a word.

- « Dad... » Sarah doesn't dare get out of the car, she shyly reaches out her hand to her father.

- « I'm here, honey, I'm here. Give me your hand. » Joel answers his daughter's call and gently pulls her out of the vehicle.

- « Ow..» Sarah leans on her father's arms and bends her right leg, she looks hurt.

- « Are you okay, honey ? » He asked, looking at his daughter's foot and helping her to stand.

- « I have a pain in my leg… »

- « Gotta get off the road Joel, Sarah ! » Tommy who was in the other vehicle yells to try to get their attention. « Shit watch out »

- A police car rushes over their car and crashes into it. Joel quickly pulled Sarah out of the way, standing in front of her and against him. Once after coming to his senses, Joel exchanges a quick look at his daughter before ducking down to try and find Tommy behind the vehicle. « Tommy ? Tommy ! »

- « I'll join you later. Joel, don't stay here, get out quick ! » Tommy speaks to his brother one last time and leaves the road to try to find another way.

- « What are you doing daddy ! We can't leave it. »

- « Your uncle will be fine, he will manage to join us, I trust him, he is a Miller after all. Tell me, can you run ? »

Sarah just shakes her head from left to right to tell him no.

- Joel picks up and hugs Sarah, because of her leg injury she can't move forward so can slow them down. « You keep your eyes on me, okay? Don't look away. »

Once the message has passed, Sarah clings tightly to her father's neck. Explosions, screams, tears... This nightmare doesn't seem to want to end.

- A few minutes later, Joel managed to find a way out of an abandoned bar, but alas, an infected was behind them. A light breaks Joel's sight for a few moments and the gunshots come. « It's okay, honey, it's over. » Joel continues to stare at his daughter and tries to reassure her as much as he can.

- « And ! You there ! Do not advance ! » A soldier comes from the bridge with a gun in his hand.

- « We need help.. I think my daughter's leg is broken. » Joel walks towards the man, keeping Sarah close to him.

- « Stop ! I said don't move ! » The soldier raises his voice and does not move from his position.

- « We.. we are not sick. »

- « I have two civilians in the outer perimeter. What are your orders ? »

- « Dad, where are mom, James and... »

- « Chief, there is a little girl. But, yes, chief. » The soldier leaves the call with his superior and takes his weapon back in his hand.

- « Listen, we just had a nightmare okay.. We just want to.. »

The soldier doesn't say a word, he raises his gun and aims at Sarah and Joel's face, he shoots.

- « Oh shit. » Joel backs up without looking behind him and falls, dropping Sarah in his fall.

- The soldier descends and runs to Joel to finish his job. Tommy, who arrives just in time, shoots the soldier in the head, his body falls to the ground. We hear shouting behind them, Joël turns around and sees his daughter injured in the stomach. « Sarah ! Honey no ! » He crawls over to her and presses gently on her wound. « It's okay baby, I'm here, take your hands easy, honey. »

- « Dad.. I'm in pain.. » The tears and blood don't seem to stop. The pain Sarah is feeling is unbearable, her cardiac breathing also seems to be disturbed by the injury.

- « I know honey, I know.. Listen to me, I know you're in pain.. » He said in a shaky voice. « Come on, I'll try to lift you up. » Joel occasionally glances at Tommy then back to Sarah, his whole body shaking at the sight of all that blood. Seeing him unable to do anything to ease his little girl's pain is killing him from the inside minute by minute.

Tommy on his side did not have the words to help Sarah or Joel in the face of the situation, he too was devastated.

- After snuggling Sarah up against him, Joel takes one last look at his little brother. Sarah stops crying, she doesn't seem to struggle with the pain anymore, it was over. « Sarah ?.. Honey ! Get up sweetie.. Please baby.. » Joel can't accept what's happening, his daughter can't die now, not like this. « Don't do this to me, honey.. No, no.. » Joel comes to hold his daughter's lifeless body against him as tight as he can. Tears in turn stream down her exhausted face. For him, part of his world had just ended in his arms.

That night, Joel lost virtually all of his loved ones. His wife Y/N, son James and daughter Sarah. All he has left is his little brother, Tommy. This nightmare that Joel lived will follow him until the end of his life. Overnight the world had taken everything from him. The world took everything from him so Joel took everything from humanity.

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Full Episode Commentary

2x12: The Descent

This is one of Damon's best episodes. Not just of the season, but of the series. Humanity-written scenes and episodes are specific to his character journey. That's what this show is about for him. Damon's humanity-driven episodes and scenes can be traced back to that moment he has in Elena's bedroom in 1x3.

Jules is gorgeous. I hate that Rose will die because of her, but I like her character. She took out an entire campsite, now she's gathering to set it on fire. Cop shows up and she kills him too.

"I don't want us to be apart anymore. Ever." Hilarious for Elena to say things like this to Stefan when she's planning to die in the ritual and Stefan has no idea. She's gotten so good at lying, which is important when they get to season 3. "Right, you made a deal with him. I didn't make one. You should keep your deal." Like I said before, Damon and Stefan have no reason to apologize to Elijah. It wasn't their deal. He drinks his daily dose of vervain because he and Damon are building a tolerance to it. This is the mistake he makes in season 3. He stopped drinking it despite spending the entire summer with someone who can compel him. Damon got vervained three times. Now that they know Originals can compel other vampires, Damon has that added incentive to continue drinking it. Any time they want to compel him, they have to bleed him first. He's not stupid enough to stop drinking it.

Rose is older then Pearl. "I was born in 1450, that makes me 560 years old. So I can die. I've lived long enough." Damon can be seen through a lot of Rose's comments, which is everything Stefan doesn't see until the series finale. Damon is like Rose in the fact that he hasn't lived, he simply existed. He's gonna turn to Jules in hopes of a cure because Rose's death is a guilt that he doesn't wanna carry. I love the way Damon talks about Elena being a do-gooder.

"Death happens. We come, we go." Have a good soundtrack for Damon, Pendulum by Pearl Jam. You'll hear this concept of death in the song. Damon is trying to hide his humanity, pretending not to feel. He's written opposite Stefan in that way. So you'll notice how Stefan hides a lot of his vampire stuff from Elena. His vampire face, his blood addiction, his victims, etc. Expect the same for Damon with his humanity, it's his weakness. One thing you should know, is that Damon never confirms one way or the other when he doesn't have all the facts. It's because he doesn't have all the facts that he tries to be hopeful with Rose, but admits that he doesn't know. "I don't know, Elena. I'm not an expert in the field." That's why Damon is right when he tells Elena she needs to feed to complete her transition, and again when Caroline feeds Liz her blood while she's dying from cancer. Damon tells it like it is whether they like it or not.

A shame Jules steps in the middle of this. I prefer Tyler not being lied to by either side, but it is what it is. Tyler had no idea that Caroline didn't just help him through his first transition. She put her life on the line to help him. She tells him that his bite can kill her. "That was nothing, okay? There is nothing going on between Tyler and I, we were just talking…" Caroline is lying to Matt and to herself. I can feel their chemistry. Matt kisses her. She tells him he can't, but refuses to tell him why he can't. She's spending a great deal of time lying. Jules checks in with Liz to see if there's been any news on Mason. Alaric calls Damon to let him know she's at the Grill. "So you're doing his dirty work for him now." Stefan always finds a way to slam Damon. I've already lost count. I like how Stefan slams Damon, then turns around and does the same thing with Alaric. He's only there to get Isobel's number. Apparently it's cool to save Elena, but not cool to save Rose.

Rose: You've never been in Damon's room before, have you? Not what you expected? Elena: It's just a room with a bed. Maybe I expected there to be silk sheets.

The whole silk sheets comment has to do with Damon acting more vampire than Stefan. Silk is what you'd expect with vampires, and is certainly more suited to his personality. However, Damon is just as particular with his sheets as he is with his clothes. I sensed that about him when he talked to Liz about the thread count in 2x5. Part of me feels that's why Caroline was attracted to him in the first place. He wasn't just hot, he has a particular style and it's not cheap. Like all bedrooms, it's a reflection of himself. It's mostly bare, his humanity hidden away. Anyone could walk into his bedroom and be blind to what he values. "You're lucky, you know. No one's ever loved me the way you're loved." Rose is being Damon-specific. She sees Trevor in him. She wished Trevor loved her as Damon loves Elena. Because they were on the run, she never thought it was a good idea to be in that kind of relationship with him. Love has a tendency to blind you to certain things. They would've been at greater risk of getting caught had they crossed that line. "The whole idea of family is not exactly compatible with being a vampire." Elena is bothered by her comment because she's the third person to outwardly say this to Elena. Isobel, Caroline, now Rose. Even if she weren't planning to die in the ritual, she doesn't see a future with Stefan. She's more about the here and now with him. She knows that family is impossible with a vampire because vampires can't procreate.

Rose is kindly insulting Elena. Dying is easy, living is hard. That's why Rose considers Elena's choice the easiest option. Because it is. Easier to give up than to fight. Easier to be mourned than to mourn. "At least I ran, you're not even trying." Point made. Elena could give Klaus what he wants AND become a vampire. I'm not talking about Elena becoming a vampire the way Katherine did. I'm talking about Elena becoming a vampire the way she almost does with Damon's blood. She chooses not to. She could run with her friends. She chooses not to. As simple and idiotic as this sounds, the girl could literally go to see a plastic surgeon and change her face. Elena would rather die. She's choosing the easiest option because it's easier. Elena doesn't start fighting for her life until she's with Damon. That's me being honest. "No, stop, wait. Tell them to prepare the horses. Trevor, don't be so stupid. We're never going to make it there before the sun." Rose starts to hallucinate. It's great to watch these hallucinations through Rose before Damon gets bit by Tyler and hallucinates.

"It's all your fault, Katerina. You, Katerina, you did this. You betrayed us!" You can already see Damon biting into Elena in 2x22. Once Rose calms down, she talks to Elena about her home. This will be the dream Damon gives her. Not just soaking in the sun and reminiscing what it means to be human. Her home.

"So much time wasted, I just wish I wouldn't have been so afraid." This is the reason Elena needs to become a vampire. Not with Stefan, but with Damon. She wastes the entire third season being afraid, it's better she not waste her entire life. That's why Rose returns in 3x19. All of their conversations in this episode matter when it comes to Damon and Elena in season 3.

"Oh, damn. There goes my plan to rip her spleen through her back." Damon shows up to see Jules. And of course Stefan is there to stop him because he automatically assumes Damon is there to kill her… in the middle of the Grill. Stefan assumes Damon sent Noah, turned Logan, now assumes he's gonna kill Jules in front of a whole bunch of witnesses. It reminds me of the way he interrupts Damon and Jeremy in 1x22 as if Damon is gonna kill Jeremy in front of everyone at the Founders Day event. Stefan doesn't know his brother at all. "Why does everyone think that I'm upset about Rose? I'm fine. I don't know if you know this but sometimes, vampires die." Still, I like how Damon tries to hide his humanity, even from Stefan.

Jules is a lot more ballsy than Mason. I'd say she's ballsy like Damon. Perhaps that's why I like her so much. She knows damn well that Damon could kill her without blinking because it's not a full moon. She doesn't care. She tells Damon the only way to cure Rose is to drive a stake through her heart, so Damon will have no choice. Of course they're gonna kill off Rose before they bring in the cure for the bite. Rose would've killed Klaus, that's why she has to go. Damon would've killed Klaus, that's why Stefan has to stop him. They hyped up their hybrid, but he's just as easy to kill as the rest of them.

"Have the chills started? The unbearable pain? Did I mention the dementia? It'll eat away at her brain. Soon, she'll be rabid." Rose disappeared again. She's in the basement, feasting on the blood supply that Stefan ripped from the hospital in the first season. She totally looks like Stefan here. Rose is suffering serious Katerina hallucinations. 500 years is a long time to run for your life. Just as much, a long time to live without a daylight ring. I wouldn't be surprised if Rose burned through her humanity switch. She chases Elena through the house in an attempt to kill her because she's Kathrine's doppelganger. Elena finally barricades herself in Stefan's bedroom and pulls the curtains to let the sunlight in. "Elena? I know that's you and not Katherine. Elena? Please, I need your help." Elena can't trust it yet. Like I said, Damon has Katherine hallucinations for the same reason. They're driven by werewolf venom. There's no excuse for Stefan's hallucinations in 1x20... and he melds them.

"What are you keeping from me, Care? Look, if you love me… you'll tell me, so what is it?" Matt could never love a vampire. I consider his heart more pure than Stefan's. That's why he'll be the one trying to make Mystic Falls a vamp-free zone. Elena gets up the courage to leave Stefan's bedroom. She's walking through the boarding house with a stick in her hand. I love this moment right here. It's their first meeting in 1x2.

Symbolic to the fact that Damon isn't just the shadow of a man in the cemetery. He's a mirror. And pretty much everything you see with Rose, you see with Damon in 2x22. She's wandering Mystic Falls while suffering werewolf venom. This is where Jeremy and Elena will find him walking through the movie in the park. It all pulls back to the book in his bedroom... Gone with the Wind. 2x12 and 2x22 pretty much hint that Delena is their epic romance. Rose is at their Booster Club Barbecue. She drains her first body. Necessary because it's the only way Damon can find her and stop her. Liz contacts him the moment she finds the body. Elena is more worried about what Stefan's up to than the rabid vampire on the loose in her town. She knows he's meddling in her deal with Elijah, but like… people are gonna die lol. Priorities, man. It's insane how they cover up these deaths. "Some maintenance man had a heart attack. He just dropped dead." Rose devoured 3 people in addition to the blood bags she had earlier. That's the level of hunger Damon fights against while with Elena in 2x22. Interesting for werewolf venom to be flesh-eating.

It mirrors her sunlight scenes in 2x9, just like this moment.

"You shouldn't be here." Damon doesn't want Elena to see him care for Rose. He wants her to believe what he told her earlier… the sooner she dies, the better. He starts getting pissed when Rose starts getting emotional with him in front of Elena.

Rose: I wasn't meant to be evil. It hurts. Damon: Well, stop talking about it.

Rose wants Elena to see Damon. He's like no, we're not going there. He likes playing the big bad vampire.

"Damon's a lot like me. He wants to care, but when he does, he runs away from it."

Running is the best way to avoid the pain. Damon would rather people hate him than feel the pain of rejection. He'd rather push people away than suffer the pain of losing someone for whatever reason. It's kinda like what Stefan says in 3x14. If he lets himself feel, all he'll feel is pain. Different for Damon because he's emo. He struggles with his emotions the way Stefan struggles with his bloodlust. Caring makes Damon dangerous. Far less dangerous with his humanity off, that much I know. You can see Rose's comment in Damon in season 4. He's afraid of losing Elena, so he runs.

"You can never forget it, what it's like to be human. It haunts me. It's the only thing that's kept me going." "We are here and then we go My shadow left me long ago"

Back to that Pearl Jam soundtrack, Pendulum. The curse of the sun with vampires and the role of the sun in shadows. It's the perfect track for Damon.

"What do we do?" Damon uses Rose's pain as an excuse to kick Elena out of the boarding house. There is no "we" because he's feeling too much. He doesn't want her to see him like this... feeling.

"If a werewolf bite kills a vampire… why would you risk it? I could have killed you." Tyler is having the same conversation with Caroline that Anna had with Jeremy. Tyler kisses her. "You can't do that." Caroline is upset because she liked it. You can already start to see the Delena parallels with them. A quick collage just in case you can't.

"I've already been there once with you, okay, and you said no. You shut me down. I'm not going back there again unless you make it crystal clear that you..."

Damon and Elena are a little behind Tyler and Caroline, but they're there. It just takes a bit because Caroline worries about Matt and Elena worries about Stefan.

"Who would have thought you'd be a nice guy?" These scenes Damon has with Rose are gorgeous. I love what their vampires can do with these dreams.

"I want to go home. St. Austell, thirty kilometers south of London. With fields and trees and horses."

This is the place Rose liked to go when she was a girl. Because Rose told Elena and Elena told Damon, that's where he took her. "I had friends, I had a family, I mattered." What it means to be human. "You still do." What it means to be a vampire. It's good to know what Damon is referring to when they bring Rose back in 3x19.

Damon: You didn't have a choice, you were running from Klaus. Rose: There's always a choice.

Damon spent 145 years just existing. A choice he made in loving Katherine. He'll face the same in 2x22.

This is why Damon had Elena leave. The tears. For the same reason he won't show Elijah his fear, he won't show Elena his tears. He's very private with his emotions because it's his weakness. You can tell he's having a hard time just by the way he handles the stake.

Damon shows Liz that he killed the vampire that killed the people at the barbecue. You can see the pain on his face. This is where his earlier comment belongs. "Sooner she dies, the better." What he really means is... the sooner he stops feeling, the better. Then in comes Elena lol

"You can't sniff them out? Oh my god. You're brand new." Tyler meets with Jules. She tells him that Caroline lied to him and that her friends are on their way because she knows that Mason is dead. Apparently they can sniff out vampires because they're dogs.

"You were supposed to leave." Had Elena not been there, Damon would've buried his guilt in a bottle of alcohol. He can't do this. So what you get is the opposite of 1x3. As I said at the open, most of his humanity scenes can trace back to that bedroom scene...

The "death" of Katherine, the death of Rose. Their humanity scene isn't just about Damon giving up, it's about Elena giving up.

Rose: Why are you so eager to give up? Elena: I'm not giving up on anything. Rose: What do you call this whole deal with Elijah? Elena: I call it my best option. Rose: It's your easiest option.

Elena: There you go, pretending to turn it off, pretending not to feel. Damon, you're so close, don't give up. Damon: I feel, Elena, okay? And it sucks! What sucks even more is that it was supposed to be me. Jules was coming after me. Elena: You feel guilty. Damon: That would be human of me, wouldn't it, Elena? And I'm not human. You're one to talk about giving up. That's all you've done is give up! Go home. It's been enough doom, gloom, and personal growth for one night.

The whole of this is the reason Damon ends up nearly dying opposite Rose... Because Elena would rather choose to give up, and Damon won't let her. And to be clear about the whole thing, it's not just about Elena anymore, it's about Damon. When you have someone like Elena acting as the voice of Damon's humanity, you're taking away Damon's connection to his humanity when you kill her off. He might as well die when Elena does, which is the point. When Elena gets home, Stefan is there with John. We won't see him until the next episode.

DLZ by TV On The Radio. The soundtrack alone tells you where this is gonna go, and it's the perfect song choice. Damon is differentiating the man and the vampire. "Do I kill you or do I not kill you?" Like Stefan and his second persaonlity, the ripper... Damon needs to embrace his second personality, his human side. That's what he's dealing with in this scene. "No, please don't leave. I really do need help." And yes, he's being honest in its entirety. He needs help, he's truly lost. His conversation with Jessica is about Elena because she's the entire reason he's in the road in the first place. He's showing the truth of himself when he kills her. A simple truth that just because he fell in love with a human and just because he built a life for himself in her human world, it's not a sudden cure for the 145 years he spent living as a vampire. It should and will take the entire series to undo Damon's damage, that's the reailty of his character.

Andie basically does for him what Jessica can't. She helps him to embrace his twoness. That's what having two personalities means. It's the only way he can continue being what he is AND being what Elena wants. That's what works for him... at least for now. It's a step up from simply being a vampire. So you're basically gonna see Damon act as a vampire in Elena's absence and act as a human in her presence.

You basically get this...

And his missing crow from Delena's doorway scene. Have lyrics from DLZ by TV On The Radio...

Never mind, death professor Your structure's fine, my dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

The vampire, Damon Salvatore. Because he's not human. Like I said, I could gif this entire episode. It's one of Damon's best.