#literally arm chopping is in fact the most love language anything could ever be

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Caught (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

ari0425

said:

Hi! Um I was wondering if you could write a Domestic Bakugou where they were doing the do and there two kids caught them? Just wondering😁

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Word Count: 1,675

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: slight smut, bad language, slight edging

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Yooooo, I had so much fun writing this lmao. I literally love writing all things Bakugou as a husband! It’s kinda short and it might be shitty lol so I apologize in advance. @ari0425​ I hope I wrote this to your liking!😭😭😭 sorry it’s so late! Obviously requests are open and I’ll try and get to as much of them as I can. I’m so sorry for not being as active with my own content, life has just been super busy for me😭 My best friend is coming over tomorrow to chop off my hair so hopefully that goes well lol, and I will be officially out of my boot (hopefully) in the next week! I’ve honestly been walking on the broken technically since last week since it wasn’t hurting so hopefully I didn’t fuck anything up. Guess I’ll find out in a week! ANYWAY, I hope you guys have a wonderful weekend and don’t be shy about any comments or requests! I literally adore you all so much and I’m so very thankful and happy you guys like reading my shit💕💕💕🤗 stay happy and safe!

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“Why not?” Bakugou growled, his muscular arms folding across his chest. The sudden movement distracted you for a moment, and you couldn’t help but appreciate your husband’s strength.

 His bulging arm muscles were thick and taut as they rested across his chest, his broad shoulders exposed to your greedy eyes; tank tops were designed with your husband’s physique in mind, you were sure of it. But you were also sure that he knew exactly what he was doing, because a smirk began to tug at his lips.

 “I told you Katsuki, we have a busy day tomorrow with the kids.” You sighed, folding your own arms over your chest, your back leaning against the counter, an eyebrow raised; challenging the large hero before you.

 His smirk dropped, a large scowl now taking its place. “It’s always about the fucking kids.”

 You rolled your eyes at his statement. 

 Despite the rough words, you knew what he meant. Bakugou adored his children, he was a doting father, in his own way; but everyone knew that he would go to the ends of the earth for his children, he would protect them and cherish them no matter what. The minute he knew that you were pregnant, both times, he had never been happier. Bakugou could account for the five happiest times in his life, when you agreed to go out with him, when he became a pro hero, when you married him, and when you gave birth to his beautiful daughter, and then his beautiful son. 

 So, while his children were his pride and joy, sometimes… sometimes… he just wanted them to fucking go away. 

 He couldn’t remember the last time he was able to have you all to himself, and fuck, did he miss you. He craved having all of your undivided attention, being able to be alone with you. It had been far too long.

 “Why can’t they go have a sleepover at Deku’s with his kids?” he huffed angrily. 

 You rolled your eyes again. “We can’t just pawn off our children to Izuku whenever you want to get your dick wet Katsu. Besides, they all hung out last week, when you and Izuku had that call about the hostage situation. I watched all of them.”

 His eyes flashed in annoyance at your statement, his tall frame stalking over to you. You could never get used to how big Bakugou was compared to your small frame, his entire being radiated strength and power, it made you feel safe, secure… and most of all, it made you nervous.

 Not because you were scared of him, far from it, but because it had been a long time since the last time you two were intimate. The physical aspect of your relationship was always there, always important to you, but recently it had just been hard to find the time to be together in that way, especially with how clingy your son started being, and how your daughter was involved in more activities at school that needed attention. 

 You could feel your heart racing as he towered over you, his large arms caging you in as his hands rested against the counter top on either side of your body, forcing you to meet his gaze.

 “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me princess, it’s not just me that wants to get my dick wet. I’m sure you’ve been wanting to use that mouth for other things than just back talking to me.” He said lowly, his voice deep and dark, one of his hands came up to grab at your jaw, the rough pad of his thumb rubbed gently against your lower lip. 

 Your breath hitched in your throat, a familiar ache beginning to settle at the bottom of your stomach.

 How did you get such a gorgeous husband?

 “So, let’s just drop off the shitty kids with the old lady and be together already.” he finished, his fingers sliding down, wrapping themselves easily around your throat. He squeezed his fingers carefully, but there was enough pressure that caused a soft whimper to escape your lips. Bakugou sneered down at you, he knew your body far too well, knew exactly how to touch you to make you bend to his will.

 But when your mind finally registered what he had said, a large scowl covered your lips, the arousal you were feeling simmering down dramatically.

 “Don’t call our kids shitty, and we are not dropping them off with your mom when she just saw them yesterday. You either calm yourself down Katsuki or I’m not going to touch you for an even longer time.” you threatened, your palm resting flat against his muscular chest.

 He growled angrily, stepping back away from you and shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Why are you denying me so much? You fucking shit, aren’t you supposed to be taking care of your husband?” 

 “Shut up and go set the table Katsuki.” You sighed, turning towards the stove to finish dinner.

 It was silent for a moment, and then his large arms wrapped carefully around your waist, hugging you softly to his muscular body. 

 A soft smile tugged at your lips when you felt his plush lips gently press against your cheek, and then he was gone. You turned to look at him stalk out of the kitchen and into the living room, probably to go round-up the kids.

 Bakugou Katsuki might be rough, but underneath that hard exterior that man was entirely soft when it came to you and his kids.

 ****

 This wasn’t how you imagined this morning going. 

 Soft moans were being muffled by hungry kisses, the sound of ruffling sheets and skin slapping against one another surrounded the quiet room.

 Perfection. 

 That was this was.

 “Fuck, you feel so perfect wrapped around my cock princess.” Bakugou growled, his hips thrusting deep into your core. 

 You whimpered softly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the immense amount of pleasure. He filled you to the brim, your tight heat engulfing him completely. 

 This was what he had been missing, what you had been missing. The pleasure, the intimacy of feeling each other’s bare bodies sliding against one another, it was all too much.

 “Katuski, w-wait…” You panted out, your hands grabbing at his broad shoulders, sliding down to hold onto his forearms, the familiar pressure was beginning to bubble up again, filling you up and aching to break through.

 “Again? This is your third one princess, did you miss my cock that much?” he mocked you, one of his hands reaching down to rub at your clit, ghosting over the bundle of nerves, not quite putting pressure down, but the touch alone was enough to cause your body to arch up off of the bed in pleasure. You could feel tears prickling at your eyes, your body aching for release, except now that Bakugou knew that you were close, he was going to drag it out as much as possible.

 The cruel bastard.

 “Katsuki please,” you cried, his thrusts slowing down, he dragged his member out of your body before pressing back into your tight heat deeply, savoring every second of your begging, of your wet core.

 “Beg harder princess.” he growled out, a sadistic smirk etching itself onto his lips. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

 A whimper tore through your lips at his cruel words and slow pace.

 You ached for release now, no words being able to form in your mouth, which didn’t sit well with Bakugou since he gave a particular hard and deep thrust at your silence.

 His thumb suddenly pressed down hard against your clit, rubbing fast and rough, causing a jolt of pleasure to ripple through your body.

 You felt it then, the wall cracking as your release began to build up and up and…

 “Mama?” 

 You and Bakugou froze, both of your heads snapping over to the small child that stood near the now open door. Your son rubbed at his eyes sleepily, his teddy bear dragged against the ground in his other hand.

 You would’ve thought it was the most adorable sight you had ever seen, except for the fact that your husband was still buried deep inside of you. You silently thanked the universe for the fact that the sheets were still wrapped around your guys’ body, covering you up completely.

 Your son looked at you in confusion for a second, taking in the scene before his little three-year-old eyes and then…

 His face turned angry. He was the spitting image of Bakugou, except for the eyes and his personality, that took after you.

 “Wow really?” your daughter suddenly appeared at the door, looking at you guys in disgust. While your son might look like your husband, your daughter looked just like you, minus the hair and her personality. Those of which she inherited from her father.

 The personality part was a bit unfortunate, especially considering how much she and Bakugou butted heads, especially now that she had just turned nine.

 “Get off my mama!” Your son began to yell. “You are hurting her!” 

 Your eyes widened in surprise and you watched as your son began taking a step towards you guys only for your daughter to grab his hand. 

 “She’s fine.” She said curtly. “Let’s go watch cartoons. Leave mama and shitty papa alone right now.”

 Your lips twitched in amusement at her words, she was definitely Bakugou’s first born, that much was obvious.

 “Oi, you shitty fucking brat what did you just call me!?” Bakugou growled, a tick mark appearing above his head as he looked at his children. 

 “Shitty papa.” Your daughter said simply and closed the door as she walked off with her brother in tow.

 “What the fuck! Who the fuck taught you that word you little shit!?” Bakugou screamed out.

 Laughter bubbled up through your lips, causing Bakugou to scream at you next for laughing. 

 But you couldn’t help it, your heart was entirely full right now. 

[yandere-society]

Scream

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: It’s been a year since your mother was slaughtered, with no leads pointing to any possible suspects. It’s been an up-hill battle for you to accept what happened— especially with no answers or closure— and the citizens of your hometown have been sleeping with one eye open ever since. But now, the mystery killer has decided to make an anniversary visit, and is making it known that they not only have a dire love for infamous horror films... but they also have their targets set on you and all of your closest friends.

Word count: 8k

Headline: Small Town Woodsbroro Is Waking Up Screaming Once Again!

Warnings: dark themes; Gore; Smut; Crackhead humor (only because I promised my bff I’d give her an honorable death scene); Foul language; Jungkook is psychotic; Graphic depictions of him killing your mom/friends; we’re also going to pretend that it’s outrageously easy to get away with murder; dont fact check me on anything you read here; rough sex; mask kink. 

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Baley was high as a fucking kite.

 So high, that she didn’t care about it being 1am as she blasted the Cha-Cha slide at full volume. 

  So high, that she was completely disregarding her lactose intolerance whilst making herself a triple layered, sharp cheddar grilled cheese that was bound to have her ass blasting right back off by 3am. 

  So, outrageously stoned, that she was totally unaware of the masked killer standing just outside the glass doors in her kitchen, watching her every move.. With her beat up, hogtied boyfriend laying out next to him. 

  “Now it’s time to fawnky! To the right now—“ 

  She crab walked along with the instructions, spatula in hand. 

  “To the left!”

  “Take it back now, y’all.” 

  Ghostface grimaced beneath his mask, eyes stalking the stoned woman with disdain. She was  the epitome of “crackhead energy” and it pissed him off how much she resembles you. It only makes sense, being as you two have been best friends since kindergarten— probably soulmates in a past life— but it is within that fact that Ghostface has grown to absolutely fucking loath her. 

  She’s too much like you. She keeps up with your humor and probably has more of your heart than he, himself, has earned a place in yet. He knows good and well that if it ever came down to you having to pick between him and her, you’ll pick her. 

  That simply will not do. That’s exactly why he is about to rid you of that option— or, as he sees it, the dilemma. 

He growled and  swung at the air, wishing he could just bust in and end her already.

  “How could you be in love with that creature?” He hissed at Taehyung, the built-in voice box beneath his mask altering it enough to remain anonymous. The question was quite hypocritical, being as he was in love with a girl that most would consider Baley’s second-half, but only you were an exception to being so.. abnormal.

  “Mmmph—“ Taehyung drearily gurgled out from beneath the strip of tape over his mouth, tears breaching his eyes as he watched Baley’s precious, uncoordinated ass do the “Charlie brown”. It looked more like a fucked up gallop.

  “What is the sex like, dude?” Ghostface ripped the duck tape off Taehyung’s split lips. “That’s a serious question.”

 “Boo bear..” was all Taehyung could muster up, more scared for her than himself.

  Ghostface gagged and slapped the tape right back on with a little too much force, having to take a second to regain his composure before pressing the call button on Taehyung’s phone. The Spotify music thankfully cut off as her phone rang out from the counter.

  Baley was only upset for a split before she spotted the name on her phone screen, and was quick to answer it with a sickening amount of glee.

  “Angel muffin!” She cooed. Gross

  “Hi, boo bear..” Ghostface flipped his middle finger up at Taehyung before clutching his Bowie knife back down to his side. 

  “Oh my God, What was that? You sound like Corpse, mixed with the bear from Five Nights At Freddy’s.” 

  “The bears name is Freddy, dumbass.” 

  Baley neck rolled back in offense.

  “Are you trying to get pegged or prolapsed? Might wanna remember who the fuck you’re talking to, the next time you call this cellular.” She snapped, hanging the phone up with a viscous pout. She still somehow managed to pick back up on the beat and cha-cha’d real smooth as she took the pot off the eye and turned the stove off, visibly upset.

  Ghostface stood there for a moment, processing what she just said, before turning towards Taehyung. 

“She claps your cheeks?” 

  Taehyung glared back at the screaming-ghost mask, bracing himself when a gloved hand reached out to once again rip the ductape off his lips. 

  “It’s not sus!” He immediately defended. “I have a gspot up there for a reason. I am not ashamed to use it.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about that!” The killer snapped out. “why would you let that.. unstable individual insert something into your rectum—“ 

  “You’ve got a whole lotta nerve calling somebody else unstable,” Taehyung deadpanned, and with that, his mouth was once again resealed shut. 

  He called Baley’s phone again, just as she was about to take a bite of the sandwhich that she’ll, unfortunately, never get to eat. 

  “What, fucker?” She scorned.

  “I can see you.” 

  “Oh, yeah?” She sarcastically spat. “Then what am I doing?” 

  She clenched her buttcheeks in and hunched her back out, her body resembling a question mark, before vigorously gyrating her body- mostly just her spine. Jungkook knows from the various tiktoks you’ve shown him that he was witnessing the inverted-twerk. 

  “Hm? Tell me, fuckboy. What am I doing?”

  ”Something a fucking cockroach does after I spray Raid on it. How the fuck do you clench your buttcheeks like that?” 

  Baley halted in mid thrust, surprised but not exactly fearful (yet) as she whizzed around to face the sliding glass doors that led into her back yard. It was pitch black outside, and all she could see was her own reflection starring back at her. She was also too high to care about the fact that she had the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and the strings pulled all the way out, which  only exposed the center of her face in a squished circle. 

  “I use my glutes. You know that. Why haven’t you come in?” She asked, not superstitious but a lil-stitious. 

  “This isn’t Taehyung.”

  “Okay, Isn’t Taehyung. Why haven’t you come in?” 

  “Because I want you to come out here.” The killer responded, grinning at the visible unease finally creeping into the girls stance.

  “Okay, babe— I hate to be a bummer here, but considering that today is the one-year anniversary of Ms. (L/N)’s murder, this isn’t very Cash Money of you. Can you please just come in and.. stop?”

  He let out a chuckle, a dark one. 

  “Boo bear?”

  “What, Isn’t Taehyung?”

  “Turn on the outside lights.“

Ghostface put the speaker on the phone and sat it on the ground as he crouched over Taehyung, pulling him to sit up straight. He watched as Baley apprehensively padded over to the light switch by the door. He could practically feel her heart beating in-sync with Taehyung’s racing one as he placed the knife to his neck, smiling beneath his disguise.

  The lights flickered on, and she screamed, terror finally bringing the seriousness out in the situation. 

  “HANG UP OR MOVE A MUSCLE AND HE DIES!” The killer roared, knowing she was still too high for her survival instincts to kick in. Any sober, sane individual would’ve probably caught on to the fact that they were gonna die no matter what she did. What was just making it easier for himself, knowing her dumbass was gonna comply.

  “W-What do you want me to do?” 

  See?

  “Be a good girl, and come here.” 

  “Quit trying to seduce me, you sick son of a bitch. My boyfriend’s literally right there!” She croaked out, voice shrill with exasperation. 

  The killer plunged the knife into Taehyung’s arm, making him jolt to life with a pain-filled howl. Baley began sobbing out, apologizing profusely. 

  “Your boyfriends going to get gutted like a fish if I have to repeat myself. Drop the phone and come here.” Ghostface seethed, wrenching the knife back out on the last word.

   Baley reluctantly— and stupidly—  did as told. She let the phone fall from her hand, then jumped out of her skin as the Bluetooth reconnected in the house and started playing WAP. She tried not to sing along despite the situation as she padded over, shaky hands rising to cover her mouth.

“N-Now what?” She asked. 

  “I just figured your last words should be said face-to-face. Is there anything you two would like to say to each other?” He asked, that being the only generosity he’d be willing to spare as he ripped the tape away from Tae’s mouth, one last time. 

Baley dropped to her knees, so much despair in her eyes. So many things she wanted to say. She recollected herself and caught her breath in just enough time to utter final goodbye: “I-I-I said certified freak..” 

  Tae’s eyes closed as a single tear escaped, nodding his head in understanding. “Seven days a week...” 

  “GAH!” The killer roared out, wrenching  Taehyung’s head back to slice his throat before shoving him away and lunging  at Baley. 

  She landed on her back with him on top, and he wasted no time as he began slashing her apart, in any way he possibly could. He let all the pent up rage and annoyance he felt towards her, out on her body. It was worse than the brutality he inflicted on to your mother this time last year. He’d only stabbed her a total of 19 times— one for every year she failed you as a mother. With Baley, he didn’t stop tearing into her until WAP ended. And damn, did it feel good. He finally felt like he’d purged his soul clean.

  This may all seem reckless, but Jungkook was actually just lucky. In order to mask his true motive behind all this, he had to find another one to cover it with. It was simply convenient that Baley’s father is the town mayor, and after a little digging, he made the grand discovery that he was also having a secret affair with (Y/N)’s mother. In fact, the mayor had several mistresses throughout the town. 

  Jungk—er, Ghostface.. chopped off one of Baley’s fingers and slid the glass door shut, writing the same words on it that he wrote on your mother’s bathroom mirror.

  CHEATING PIG!!

  Yes. When he did this last year, the police had to dissect through your mother’s long line of past sexual partners, and had to track down the father you never met for an interview. No leads came about, because it was all time wasted, anyways. Now, with this new addition, the mayor will not only have to set the scandals ablaze again by having to publicly confess his infidelity to the town and police, but they’ll have to lead on another pointless investigation for every woman he’s cheated with— over a dozen of them. They’ll have to also charge him with withholding crucial information from the investigation as well, but what’s so fucking comical about it all is that.. NONE of it has anything to do with any of this. It’ll just be another cold case with no leads. 

  And maybe, just MAYBE you’ll be smart enough to ditch this place and come with him. That’s all he wanted. You have nothing left and nothing to come back to now, and as long as you give in to him and leave, there won’t have to be anymore lives taken. You could start a new life and never experience another hell like the one he’s creating here. If only you’d say yes.

  “May you both continue to clap each other’s cheeks in the deepest depths of hell,” he told the mauled corpses as he walked off, so happy to have Baley gone that he almost wanted to skip to his car. 

  Now, he will go home and clap your cheeks to complete the cycle.

  —

“Damnit, bitch, pick up,” you huffed in frustration as Baley’s FaceTime continued to roll over, telling you that she’s unavailable. You thought you could power through today with your newly adapted ability to suppress shit, but it was hard when you’re left alone to reminisce. You just couldn’t shake the fact that the date on today’s calendar marked the same day that your heart, soul, and peace of mind was so horribly torn apart. 

  It didn’t help that you also missed your mother terribly. She wasn’t always the best, but she still loved you, and you loved her. Oh, God. Mom—

No. No. Don’t think about her.

You tried calling Baley one more time and couldn’t fight off the tremble in your hands, nor the tears at your water ducts as it rung through till the end. Damnit. 

  You couldn’t be angry. She doesn’t owe you the company— especially since you two have already been FaceTiming all day. But she was good at distractions, always able to drag you out of your shell of deprecation with her chaotic sense of humor. She is one of the only two people you have in your life that are capable of doing such, but you knew you’d get scolded if you blew up the others phone. Jungkook hates being hounded and rushed, having already told you that he’ll be there any minute. But he’s taking way too fucking long it seems, and you just hate sitting here, waiting.

  You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. The feeling first crept up on you this time last year and never left. You felt so venerable to the cruel world when you’re alone, especially since the maniac is still out there.

  You still resent the police department  for practically giving up on your mother’s case after 9 months. “Cheating pig” was the only lead they got and yet, it pointed them no where. She wasn’t in a relationship. She didn’t even like relationships. And still, they deemed it a randomized attack— no leads, no motives. Nothing. Just a local woman stabbed in the chest 19 times while taking a shower. Like some Psycho remake. No signs of forced entry. No evidence of sexual assault. Just a very passionate, yet unexplainable massacre with a useless message left behind. 

  It doesn’t make sense. And even though you wish to never have the attacker come back, you can feel it in your bones that they will wish to clarify it one day. 

  “Fuck it.” You breathed out, heart slamming against your chest and paranoia gnawing at your insides as you quickly scrolled to Jungkook contact. But then, just as your thumb twitched to press the call button, your door bell rung and you sprung up to your feet, making a mad dash to the door. You checked the peep hole first, just knowing it was gonna be him, but was disappointed when it wasn’t. That still didn’t keep a rush of relief from washing over you when you did see who it really was, though. You forced a welcoming smile on to your face as you unlocked all 7 bolts from the door, and opened it to greet Namjoon and Hobi with a hug. 

  They were cops, currently in their uniforms, also old friends from highschool. They’ve been looking out for you ever since last year, always making sure you knew you were safe beneath their watch. They use to take turns guarding your house until they were told to stop, but you were extremely happy to see them both here at the same time tonight.

  “Everything okay?” Hobi asked, having noticed the shake in your limbs during the brief embrace. He leaned back and observed the tension in your eyes, even though you were hoping to hide it. 

  “Yes, just— today,” was all you could say, and didn’t have to clarify for them to understand. 

  “That’s why we’re here. We got permission to guard your house tonight,” Namjoon explained, eyes drifting over your shoulder and into your house. “Are you alone?”

  “Yes, but Jungkook should be here any minute now. He had to go to South Korea for a week for his fathers birthday and just flew back in tonight, but apparently there’s been some huge wreck on the main highway and everyone has been stuck.”

  That bit of information was actually true. However, Jungkook was lucky enough to have just miss it.. because he’s the one that actually caused it. It was honestly dumb-luck as to how he did it, but kind of amazing when given details.

  He was in the express lane, him and the car behind him hitting 80mph. He recognized the car as the one that was parked beside his back at the airport, because he had stopped and took a moment to judge the driver for how worn down and raggedy the tires were. One bad pot hole or nail in the road would strip that sucker straight from the rim. 

  And that’s exactly what inspired him as he recognized the car, an idea sparking that could soon serve as an alibi in the future. He already had a hand out the window, smoking a cigarette. He still has those iron steak-nails he used at his construction sight. They’re 5 inches in length, subtle enough to casually drop out of a car window along with the cigarette. If they hit just right... 

  He gave it a try, honestly thinking it wasn’t going to work.

  But holy fucking hell, did it.  Not even a second after he dropped it, did the car suddenly swerve out as it’s tires screeched and sparks flew. Rubber scattered out amongst the road as the car continued to spin out, getting struck by a the car in all 6 lanes of traffic, ultimately causing a huge pile up in just under 10 seconds. It was the most destruction he’s ever witnessed and it happened so fucking fast he almost ran himself off the road just watching from the rear view mirror.

  “NO FUCKING WAY!” Jungkook had squawked out as his head rapidly whipped back and forth to witness the massive mess he just created behind him. He was smiling like the maniac he is, undoubtably impressed with himself. He did it so lazily, too. But it only pumped him up even more for what he needed to do- the whole reason he even thought to do that. He only wanted something major enough to buy himself maybe an hour’s worth of time, so that when/if he gets interrogated in the future, they can check the traffic reports for a registered wreck to fit his alibi. But considering that he just shut the whole damn highway down, it’ll not only register but definitely make tonight’s news. 

  “Ah, yeah. We heard about that. 36 cars piled up. Can’t believe nobody was killed.” Namjoon said.

  “How the fuck did that even happen?” You wondered, baffled.

  “Some dickhead was going 80 an hour on an old tire and it wiped out after hitting a nail on the road. Thankfully, he only has a broken nose and whip flash, but with all the cars that got totaled— I don’t even want to know how much the cost of damage would be. But it caused 5 miles worth of traffic back-up.” 

  “Mm..” you grimaced, shaking your head. “Well.. would you guys like some dinner? Maybe some Coffee?”

  “Ah, thanks, but there’s no need. We’ve got all the energy drinks and McDonald’s we need. You just chill out for the night, we’re right out here if you need anything,” Hobi assured, making you genuinely smile for the first time in the past two days. 

 But that was just before a familiar car pulled up that had your mood skyrocketing.

  “FINALLY!” You broke out, sprinting down the steps and over the driver side of it right as the man of the hour stepped out. He welcomed you with open arms and easily lifted your feet up of the ground.

  He looked just as good as he smelt. You’ve missed him more than words could describe in this past week— and Jungkook knew it. Of course, he had offered to take you with him so that you could finally meet his parents. But as predicted, you declined, saying that it’d be too much to meet his mother when the anniversary of your own’s death was approaching. 

  You continued to squeeze your arms around his neck for the next several seconds, and it wasn’t until he heard you sniffling and felt your shoulders shake that he realized you were crying. He couldn’t help but like that type of reaction. He was hoping the distance would torment you, maybe teach your ass a lesson.

  “Don’t cry,” he rumbled in your ear as he pressed you hard against his lower half,  making sure to up the intimacy of the embrace as he felt the eyes of the onlookers in the yard. 

He waited for a second before peering over at the officers, who were awkwardly standing beside their cars. He gave a wave, pretending as if he were sheepish about them having to witness this. 

  “How’s it goin, guys?” 

  “Fine, fine,” Hobi responded. “Don’t mind us. We’re just here to watch out for you guys.”

  “I appreciate that. Really.” He said in his best acting voice, even flashing a dimpled grin that gave off nothing but innocence as the two got into a patrol car, nodding to him in welcome. It actually makes things more convenient for him. They’ll be able to backup his whereabouts later on.

  He pondered this while returning his attention to you, coaxing you out of your emotional outburst.

  “I’m sorry. It’s just been so hard not having you here. Fuck, I’m so glad you’re back.” You breathed in and sighed out, and he could tell by the end of the last sentence that you were more-so talking to yourself, clinging to him one last time just to greedily soak in the physical presence of his body. He felt something ache in his heart, as well as his jeans. 

  “Well, I’m here now. Maybe next time, you’ll just go with me,” he lightly chided, hand coming up to pet your head as he kissed the top of it. 

  “Yeah.. I started regretting it after the first hour you left.” You whispered out, meeting his lips. You kissed each other a couple times, probably more than necessary. But it calmed you down and made you feel steady again. “Come on, I made you something to eat.” 

  He got his duffel bag out from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder before taking your hand,  following you inside. It boosted his ego knowing that the two men watching from the tinted windows of the car were secretly jealous of him. They had a thing for you. Almost every straight guy in highschool did. That’s why he never minded what you wore, and was more than happy to let you flaunt yourself to their eyes. He liked teasing others, knowing they’ll never have such a prize as you.

  Once inside, you were quick to relock your bolts. You were very strict about that now, taking extra precautions to prevent a potential attack. It kind of humored him knowing that it was him, a resident inside this very home itself, that those locks were meant to keep out. You’re literally locking yourself in with the killer.

  “Damn, you cleaned the hell out of this place.” He ogled, not only taking in the immaculacy but smelling the pinesol and bleach amongst the floors and counter tops. All the laundry was folded, not a speck of dust in sight. You even cleaned the grout amongst the kitchen flooring, it seemed. Nothing looked out of place. 

   “I had to do something to keep from wigging out,” you shrugged, walking over to start the microwave for him to heat up his dinner plate. He left his duffel bag by the door and grabbed himself a beer before sitting at the table, noticing it’s prestigious shine. 

  “Did you polish it?”

  “Yeah...” you said as you scratched the back of your neck, somehow embarrassed. 

  “It’s looks amazing in here, kitten. Really. I know you did it to cope but still, you did a damn good job.” He praised, feeling a little bad. He knows this took a lot of work, and it sucks that you opted to do all this just to keep the anxiety of his absence away.

  “Thank you,” you sighed, taking his plate out and sitting in down in front him, then handing him some utensils. 

“Where’s your plate?”

  “I already ate, silly. I’ll munch with you, though.” You began making yourself a salad as he began to eat, complimenting you on how good it was. He doesn’t know that you’ve been awake for two days straight, and that you’re still battling off an anxiety attack. You were expecting it to vanish now that he’s here, but the sleep deprivation was getting to you. 

  So, you decided to reminisce on better memories. The old days; back when you first met him.

  It was senior year of highschool, and he was the new transfer student from South Korea. He was the punk-emo guy that stood out amongst the crowd. All black clothing, more band shirts than anything. He had that messy mop-hair going on, and approximately 6 piercings on each ear, along with a studded labret to boot. 

  From day one, he was the most attractive guy you’ve ever laid eyes on.  Much to his exterior trope, he was anti-social and didn’t seem friendly at all. The only time you personally heard him speak for the first few months of school was when he’d answer the teacher for roll call. 

You only had one class together, chemistry. He’d always sit at the back of the classroom, and you’d remember the giddiness you’d feel just before walking into class and making eye contact with him, even for just a split second. You heart always skipped a beat and would threaten to seize up whenever Baley would lean over and tell you that he was looking at you again. Of course, that would be all the interaction you could get, being as you refused to engage any further. But life seemed to play out like a Wattpad fic back then. 

  Around the middle of first semester, your teacher was fed up with all the chatter amongst friends, so she decided to assign seats. Jungkook’s was still at his designated one, but you had to sit directly in front of him so that Taehyung could sit closer up, next to Baley. It’s also thanks to that class that the two of them fell for each other. It was also the same day she issued a partner-assignment that had to be done with the peer behind you. 

 You remembered having to play it cool, turning your desk and chair around to face him head-on for the first time ever. You anticipated that he’d still be sporting that ice-cold, disinterested glare, but he actually seemed pleased. He wasn’t actually smiling but he had a friendly glint in his eyes, like he welcomed you.

  “Hello,” he started off, naturally confident in himself.

  “Howdy,” you responded, immediately hating yourself. You’ve never uttered such a word in your life and you don’t know why the fuck you decided that that was the perfect moment to try it out. 

  He only snorted back at you, though, amusement swirling in his colorless eyes. You were intimidated by that as well. They were jett black. No distinction between his pupils and his irises. Just solid, black orbs boring into you.

  You then continued to battle with basic communication.  

“So, uhm.. wh—..” 

English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?!

“What parts do you wanna do?” You rushed out.

  “I’ll get the information together and answer the questions, as long as you create the PowerPoint and present it to the class,” he said without missing a beat, as if he’d already decided on that for the both of you. 

  “What criteria, though?” You asked, still waiting on that part. 

  “All of it...” He reiterated in a “duh” tone. 

  “That’s not fair to you, though...” you continued. 

  He arched an impressively sharp brow. “How?” 

  “You’re literally doing all the hard work.”

He shrugged, and you tried not to drool when you saw all his rings and the veins on his hands and fingers as he took his phone out. “I learned this shit back when I was freshman in South Korea. We’re way ahead of y’all there.” 

  “Oh.. well.. I can at least do the images and label them.” 

  Stop starring at his fingers.

  “Mm,” he hummed with a lack of conviction, still looking at his phone. “No offense, but no.”

  “Uhm.. okay..” you frowned in dejection, not sure how to respond to that. 

  “I said no offense,” he grinned up at you apologetically. “I just know you’re bad with visualizations.” 

  “What? I have an A in here. How do you even know that?”

  “The teacher got onto you for messing up the labels on the last test. You got all the functions right but failed to match them to their description.” He said without any hesitation, and you were just as stunned as you were embarrassed. But he didn’t seem to be insulting you, and even reassured you of it. “Again, no offense. I just think it’s best for the both of us if I do it.” 

  “Okay. Cool,” You agreed, deciding to let him have it. Your face still burned, though. 

  “You still have an important role, don’t worry. Presentation is worth 40%, so you’re still gonna have to put in work and present it accordingly.” 

  “I can do that.” You nodded, suddenly feeling like you were sitting before a full grown man rather than a teenage boy. You couldn’t help but ask: “How old are you?” 

  “19,” he mused, as if he knew what you were thinking. He didn’t even ask you why you asked, and instead returned his attention back to his phone screen. “You?”

  “18,” you muttered, your eyes reconnecting to his hands like magnets.

    You really wanted to compliment them but decided against it, being as you were no longer as confident with this situation. Sure, he deserves to know how beautiful his hands are but you’re weren’t going to be the one to say it. You were expecting a cheeky personality at most, just because it fits the mischievous bad boy bullshit you read about in teen fiction, but you were instead met with a blunt and mature persona that made you intimidated in a way that you’ve never experienced before. He almost seemed.. authoritative to you. 

  “I see you like my rings.” He smirked, eyes not even looking back up at you. You had spaced out whilst tracing the path of his veins again, and immediately cut your eyes down to your own phone, feigning innocence.

  “Whatchu mean?”

  “Everyone like my hands, for some reason. I see you’re no different.” 

  “I ain’t even looking at your hands. Maybe you’re just too conceded,” you shot back, leg nervously pouncing as he lifted his head up to peer at you. 

  “Really?” He sarcastically challenged, making your insides stir. He sat up straight and pulled his hands back under his desk. “So the gold rings didn’t even catch your eye?” 

  “Your rings are silver.” You said without even thinking, then straight up face-palmed when you caught yourself.

  “Thought so.” He openly grinned, and the little notion caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. He pulled his phone back out and still wore that playful grin of his as you bashfully held his gaze. “Now, if you think you can manage to tell the truth, what’s your phone number?” 

    It’s amazing looking back at those memories, because you’re now starting to think that maybe Jungkook just knew back then that you two were going to hit it off. He’s always seemed so sure of himself when it came to you, always knew what the next move was gonna be and never once sent mixed signals or struggled to express how he felt towards you. He’s the most straightforward person you know, so much that it’s almost unnatural at times. If he was ever bluffing about anything outside of being playful, you’ve never been able to call it. 

  But damn, are you madly in love with him. You guess his ability to always remain focused and blunt is perfect for a person like you. He keeps you moving... well, for the most part. He wants you to move back to South Korea with him, and although you know you’ll eventually give in, you’ve been trying to hold off on it for as long as you can. 

 It won’t be as easy for you as it was for him. Jungkook was already fluent in English when he came here, thanks to his mother’s bilingualism. He hardly even had an accent from how well adjusted he was to your language. You, however, don’t know a bit of Korean. For you to go there, it would impair you in almost every single way. You won’t be able to go anywhere without him. You won’t be able to read directions or road signs. You won’t be able to go out and eat or order off the menu if there isn’t any pictures. You won’t be able to work. You’ll have to adapt to a whole new culture and way of communication, just to properly function outside of your home without him at your side. 

  Which, brings along another point, you’ll be without any friends. You don’t want to live in a world where you can’t go out with Taehyung and Baley whenever you wanted. You’ll be lonely as hell and home sick, he’ll be your only source of humanly contact until you learn.

  You’ve told yourself that if the two of you remain stable for one more year, then you’ll go. You are ready for a change, but if you could just get one more year of preparation, you’ll be ready to go. You’ll take that leap of faith with him. 

  “What is it, kitten?” He finally asked, the prolonged silence getting to him.

  “Nothing,” you lied, but didn’t want to divulge. “How was your trip?” 

  “Nice, but I was bummed out the whole time.” He shot you a look that made you pout in apology, but continued. “I talked all about you to them, showed them pictures. Almost fucked up and showed my cousin your vagina.” 

  You choked on your salad, which made him laugh. “I told you to put those in your hidden folder.”

  “There’s so many, I just haven’t taken the time to pick them all out. It’s okay though, they only saw your face. They all think very beautiful— especially my mom.”

  Your smile grew at that, “Yeah?” 

  “Yeah. So does my grandmother and my aunts. They were passing my phone around more than the dishes.” He snorted to himself, “They were even more surprised to see how much I smiled in our selfies. Which... I should warn you, when you do finally see my parents house, don’t be surprised when you spot our photo booth pictures framed in the hall. My mom went feral when she saw how much of a simp I was being in those.” 

  “She printed those out?!” You almost cried.

  “Yes, she did. She printed each one individually and framed them side-by-side.” 

  “Aw, Kookie. I should’ve just went. I’m so sorry.” You pouted, guilt causing your heart to sink.

“You weren’t ready, angel. They understood,” He assured you, leaning forward to take your hand in his. You suddenly wanted to cry again. 

  “But I promise to go next time. Or whenever you wanna take me. I swear, I’ll go.” You said in determination, and was a little thrown off by his reaction.

  His face went blank for a moment c like his brain needed a second to buffer. 

  “You will?” He inquired, that being the first time you’ve actually agreed or expressed any type of want. “Why now?”

  “Because it sounds like they really want to meet me, too? What’s wrong?” 

  “Nothing. That’s great. I just figured you wouldn’t be moved by that. You really wanna go now?”

  “Yeah. Your family sounds so nice.” 

  “Was that what kept you from coming?” He interrogated, and it’s clear that he genuinely had no faith in you ever entertaining the idea.. which was a little disheartening. You’ve never said you’d never want to go, you’ve always kept a window open for later. You not sure why he’s so surprised. 

  “No, not necessarily. I wasn’t ready to meet them but if they’re that excited to meet me, then.. of course it’ll make me want to meet them, too. And get a little taste of South Korea.” 

  “Alright, I’ll plan a trip,” he had to say with forced enthusiasm, which you bought as you kissed his lips. Inwardly, though, he was screaming. If all it fucking took was a little conviction by saying his family was nice, just to make you consider.. them maybe he wouldn’t have had to do what he just did. 

  Whatever. Extra insurance. He had to tell himself, and decided to retrain his thoughts back on you as he remembered something.

  “I have a special surprise for you.” 

  “Yeah?” 

  “Mhm,” he stood up and walked over to his duffel, fishing around before pulling something out. “Close your eyes.”

 You did as told, and waited about 10 seconds. 

“Open.”

You almost shit yourself upon hearing the voice, then came closer to shitting yourself when you took in the familiar Ghostface mask that you seen in the movie Scream.

  “WHUZZZUUHHH!” He drawled out while doing the cowabunga fingers, and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

  “Where the hell did you get that?”

  “Halloween store. I got it in Korea.”

   That was a lie. He’s had two of these masks for over two years, both of which he got from Party City here in America. He bought one to kill your mother in— the same one he just wore to kill your friends in— and the other one was meant for what he wanted to do now. He wanted to fuck you with it on. He’s not sure why, but why not? You might  discover you have a mask kink. 

  “What the fuck is up with the voice?” 

  “Sexy, ain’t it?” He animatronically purred out, and it wasn’t until he fully stepped forward and began undoing his belt that you realized he was already shirtless. 

  Your eyes grew wide as you landed back in your chair, unable to decipher if this was a joke or not. You soon realized it wasn’t as he was now popping his button loose and unzipping his pants— his hardening dick print becoming more prominent. 

  “You’re not fucking me with that mask on,” you blurted out, sticking your foot out to stop him from advancing any closer.

  “I’m fucking you with this mask on,” he argued, grabbing your ankle. “Consider it pay back for the time you refused to give me head unless I let you wear your Burger King crown.” 

  “No, Darth Vader.” You tried pulling your leg back but soon wound up almost getting drug out of your chair and onto the floor. Your unease soon turned into giggles and screams as wound up besting your play fight, his mask only coming off long enough to go down on you at the kitchen table. 

  And that’s what set the night off. You went from getting your pussy eaten at the dinner table to getting your throat wrecked on the living room couch. Then you were forced to watch yourself get rammed up against your body mirror in the bedroom, and now you’re bent up like a pretzel amongst your bed.

  “Ah— GAH!” You grunted in struggle, finding it hard to cuss like you wanted being as a hand was firmly constricting your air supply. You watched the masked man above you as he heatedly fucked into you, his chain dangling above your face. Your ankles helplessly swayed around his shoulders with each brutal slap of his pelvis. Your face still stung from the actual slaps of his palms, causing you to flinch any time his hands moved. You noticed done time throughout all this that he was hellbent on making you look at that damn mask. You weren’t complaining, though. Just more-so concerned about how hot it must be under there. 

  But then he slowed down for a moment, trying not to cum again as he lowered his face to yours, and finally decided it was time it come off, being as you were ready for a kiss.

  “T-Take that damn mask off—“ 

  Wrong move.

  He growled and ripped your hand away as you tried removing it yourself, and you were stunned by how much aggressive he became— more aggressive than he was already being, as if truly lashing out. He man-handled you, flipping you over and plunging back into you with way too much force. You yelped at the intrusion but could do nothing else as he pinned your hands behind your back, picking his speed right back up. He kept your hands locked in place with a single one of his own before clapping the other around your mouth, darkly chuckling at the fright on your face. 

  “I meant it when I said it’s staying on,” he rasped, pushing into you so deep that veins protruded from your neck in strain. 

  He couldn’t explain it— or maybe he could. But he felt extremely powerful when he wore this mask. It took him all of two rounds to finally admit to himself that it turned him on, knowing you were getting off to the very same face that your loved ones last looked at in sheer terror. He didn’t realize up until then that he somehow considered Ghostface as a different alternative to himself, one he was growing to like a little too much. It even made his dick more sensitive to the feel of you, making you seem tighter. And warmer. And sluttier.

  He’s sure he began speaking Latin somewhere in the midst, but it wasn’t until he saw tears surfacing in your eyes that it dawned on him that his hand had somehow traveled up to cover your nose, as well as your mouth. A moment of panic shot through him when he dropped it and allowed you to breathe, thinking you were gonna make him stop. But much to his pleasant surprise, you only coughed out and mewled, head collapsing on the pillow as you pushed against him, a silent demand keep going. So he did. He made sure to keep the punishing pace up and running. Your body violently jolted with each slam, ass bone aching at the brutal impact. Each thrust was felt like a punch to your cervix and someway or another, you were okay with it. 

 Little did he know, it was actually because you didn’t want any type of deja vu happening. He fucked you in all the ways you liked the night before you found out that your mother was slaughtered inside your childhood home. You didn’t want tonight to be anything like it. So you let him hurt you. 

  If only you knew history was going to repeat itself, no matter what the two of you did.

  It didn’t take but a few more strokes before he lost his ability to hold off, and emptied himself inside for the third time since he’s arrived back. 

  Once he did that, the blinds were illuminated in a dim grey, hinting at a sunrise. After a quick shower and clean up, the two of laid there, the mask finally gone. 

  “What are you thinking, baby?” Jungkook wondered, starring up at the ceiling. You haven’t said much of anything since that last bit. “Did I hurt you? Scare you?” 

  “No. I could take it.” You said, and it sounded genuine. But he still wanted to know what was on your mind. “I just don’t know what the hell I would do if I didn’t have you. You’re the only person I know that’s never even accidentally done wrong by me. You’ve been nothing but good.” 

  A void clouded his mind, emotional absence taking place of everything else. It’s a defense mechanism that he’s certain only comes up to block out any sense of guilt or remorse. He kept his gaze up at the ceiling, even as he felt you crane your neck back to look up at him. 

  “I love you, Kookie. Thank you for being here.” 

  “I love you too, baby,” he said numbly, those words being true... but his next words were not. “I could never imagine myself doing anything to hurt you.” 

  Being as he wasn’t planning on looking down, you crawled up for a moment just to kiss him, unbothered by the distant stare in his gaze. You then laid back down and got comfortable, readying yourself for a good days sleep.

  “I think it’s finally time I start seeking happiness again, instead of contentment.” 

  That’s when it hit him. You didn’t notice how his heart cleaned beneath your head, nor was there any way you could feel the tension in his gut. He can’t say he feels full remorseful for what he did, because that would require him sympathizing for the innocent lives he’s taken away, with no rational reason. He simply didn’t feel anything for them. He was only concerned your pain, especially knowing it was unnecessary now. His trip to Korea was enough to motivate you to move on and consider a change of scenery. You didn’t need any fear to drive you out, you just needed time. God only knows how far of a set back this will be now. The fact that you’re laying here, currently thinking that life will only go up from here, when he knows damn good and well it’ll be in shambles again before the day ends.. 

  He really needs to work on his impulses. Maybe homocide shouldn’t always be the first option he leans towards. It was just more fun that way.

  But moments like this weren’t fun at all. He remembers how grueling it was last year, waking up with you at the sound of the doorbell going off. He remembers the grim look on the sheriffs face as he told them that they found your mother, dead. It was his arms that had to pick you up off the floor as you crumbled down and screamed, his ears that rung as he held you, not knowing how to console you. For the last year, it’s been his shoulder you’ve cried on, his company keeping you sane, his reassurance telling you that everything was going to be okay.... When it was his hands that caused every single bit of grieve all along.. and was about to cause even more.

  So, he did the only thing he could do in that moment. He held you and mentally apologized, hoping that there was some way to telepathically tell you that you mean more to him than life itself, and that’s he’s so sorry for letting it drive him crazy at times. He’s still clinging to the original intention that you’ll say fuck it and flee with him, but he regrets going about it so recklessly. 

  You were fast asleep now, snoring even. He only hoped the discovery of the bodies would hold off long enough for you to get some much needed sleep. But it seems the universe was done working in his favor. 

  Those same, familiar knocks sounded off at the door, and he immediately ordered you to stay put as it woke you up.

  “Probably just them checking up. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, assertively pushing your head back down and pulling on some sweats before going to the door. 

  It was the sheriff, same look on his face as last year.

  “Sir?” Jungkook frowned, posing cluelessly. 

  The sheriff looked ghostly pale, like he was nauseated and on the verge of tears. Jungkook knew why but he had to act like it was a throw off. 

  “Sir..?” He repeated.

  “Y’all’s friends.. Baley and Taehyung were found this morning.” 

  He had to stall and blink, as if he wasn’t catching on to the implications. The sheriff reluctantly continued.

“Baley was found, dead on arrival. Looks like the killer has returned.” 

  “Wh-What?” Jungkook stuttered, acting like he was bewildered. The sheriff’s next words, however, would spark a more genuine reaction.

“And Taehyung was found unconscious, but still alive.”

  Jungkook’s veins ran colder than ever before, all mimicked emotions becoming sincere in that moment.

  “Someone attempted to cut his throat, but aimed too high and cut his under jaw instead.” 

Jungkook could only stare at the sheriff, probably just as pale in the face now. 

“He’s in critical condition. Doctors don’t know if he’ll make it just yet, but there’s a fighting chance that he might.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

Could you do an Indruck (or OT4 because you got me into the whole pairing :) ) NSFW ghost prompt? Go nuts, I just love your writing and I trust your creative vision.

Here you go! I went with the OT4. And I’m so glad you like that pairing!

The kitchen box is half-unpacked when there’s a knock on the door. Duck figures it’s the take-out he ordered, so he’s surprised to see a tall guy in nice jeans and short-sleeved dress shirt decorated with Jackalopes. Unless the Thai place uses male supermodels as delivery boys, this isn’t his Pad Thai. 

“Uh, hey, what can I do for you?”

“I’m your downstairs neighbor, so I wanted to come up and introduce myself. I hope I’m not interrupting dinner.”

“Nope, still waitin on it. Nice to meet you, name’s Duck.” He holds out his hand and Mr. Gorgeous shakes it. 

“Joseph. Oh, um, here” he produces a small greeting card with a sea monster on it, “welcome to the neighborhood.” His pocket rings, and so he excuses himself, hurrying down the stairs with his phone to his ear. The card contains a gift certificate to the coffee shop on the corner. 

They don’t cross paths again right away. It’s more that Duck will move Joe’s packages into the main hall rather than leave them on a rainy porch, and Joe delivers Pinecone the cat back to him after she slips out the door and down the stairs while Duck wrestles his keys. 

As it warms up, they use the pool around the same time each day (which is how Duck learns Joe’s had top surgery, same as him), and start talking more in the lobby when they see each other. He learns Joseph works for the FBI in the UP, the agreement being he can make X-files jokes as long as Joe gets to make Smokey the Bear references in return. The way Joseph laughs, water streaming down his honest-to-god defined abs as he pulls himself onto the edge of the pool, makes Duck glad he’s never seen a boyfriend coming or going from the other mans apartment. 

Tonight, he’s done helping Joe get all his groceries up the stairs in one go, and decides to go for it. 

“Hey, uh, Joe? You doin’ anythin tomorrow night?”

“No.” He studies Duck’s body language and gives an encouraging smile. 

“In that case; wanna get dinner?”

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“I think this building is haunted.”

Duck, head still resting on Joe’s chest after jacking him off as thanks for an excellent blowjob, laughs, “That’s some interestin pillow talk you got there.”

“Are you that surprised?”

“No, you fuckin nerd.” He nips his collarbone, shifting so they’re each on their sides, facing one another, “for real though, why do you think we got ghosts runnin’ around?”

“At first I thought I was imagining it, or that I felt like I was being watched because the cases studies I was reading put the suggestion in my head. Then things started moving around the apartment, and now and then I swear I hear people whispering. I tracked the sound one day and it was coming from the wall that looks out onto the street. No one was down there, and if it were the result of an echo or strange acoustics, I’d notice it more.”

“Huh.” Duck pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Still, I’m not ready to say for certain that it’s haunted. That kind of thing requires concrete evidence that I just don’t have. Sorry, shouldn’t talk shop when I have a, um, guest.” He wiggles back into Duck’s space, kissing him gently, and Duck forgets what they were talking about.

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He knows Ouija Boards are a dodgy investigation tool at the best of times, but today he came home to find all his laundry folded when he had, much to his chagrin, had to leave it in the bag in a rush to get to work. 

No one has a key to his place. Which means whoever did that had another way in. 

He clears his throat, “If there is a ghost or other supernatural entity in the apartment with me, I wanted to say thank you for putting my clothes away.”

Nothing but his own creeping humiliation, then a slight chill across his face. The planchette moves

U.R. W.E.L.C.O.M.E

“HAH!” He whoops, “I was right! My apartment is haunted. Okay, um, spirit, do you have a name?”

B.A.R.C.L.A.Y

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Barclay. You’ve been spending a lot of time around me.”

Y.E.A.H S.O.R.R.Y

“You don’t need to apologize, I don’t mind it. You’re not malevolent, and if this was your apartment when you died, I can’t very well get mad at you for hanging around. Are you able to become visible?”

YES

“Is there, um, a reason you’ve never materialized around me?”

D.I.D.N.T W.A.N.T T.O S.C.A.R.E Y.O.U

“You won’t, I’m a professional. And I’m curious about the person I’m sharing my home with.”

The planchette trembles, unsure of it’s direction at first. 

S.H.Y

That explanation never occurred to him. 

“That’s alright. If you ever change your mind, know you don’t have to hide on my behalf.”

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“Barclay, even I can tell that was an invitation to interact with him. What more are you waiting for?” Indrid cocks his head. 

“Maybe he’s just trying to appease me because he’s scared of ghosts?”

“Those ‘paranormal romances’ on his shelf suggest otherwise.” Indrid touches Barclay’s cheek. They’re in the wall, their shared nature meaning they can see, hear, and touch each other without trying, “dearest, you’re clearly fond of him, and he’s eager to meet you.”

Barclay’s beard scratches his palm, “Yeah, I know. I’m just...I like to take things slow and, uh, I guess this is no exception.”

Indrid chuckles, dryly adds “Yes, I recall how long after propositioning you it took for you to practically bang down my door.”

“Okay, hot little art punk who literally asked me if I wanted to see what his tongue piercing felt like on my dick is the exception.” He kisses Indrid’s cheek before drifting away. 

Indrid floats up into his former apartment, now occupied by Duck Newton. He spends most of his days on the couch while Duck is off at work, watching T.V or reading or, increasingly, playing with Pinecone, the only being he’s materialized for in some time. He’s been content to never alert Duck to his existence, but yesterday he overheard him remaining skeptical at the idea of the building being haunted, much to Joseph’s disgruntlement. Indrid’s as well; Barclay isn’t the only one who finds Joseph attractive and charming. 

So he thinks Duck deserves some low-stakes haunting of his own. 

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Duck’s having a hell of a week. The hinges on his cabinets must be going, because they keep falling open, his router keeps getting unplugged (probably by Pinecone), and no matter how he insulates, there’s a chill in the living room. 

Worst off all, when he pulled the fridge away from the wall to see if it was to blame for the cold spot, it revealed a hole into the wall that is just big enough for Pinecone to get into. Which she did, last night, and will not come out no matter what he tries. 

When he walks into the living room after work, his brain stalls out. The good news is, Pinecone is no longer in the wall. 

The bad news is she’s floating at a fixed point four feet about the floor. 

His cat notices him, mrrps, and lands on the floor. All Joe’s talk of ghosts suddenly feels very real and points at one conclusion.

“Holy shit” he picks up the black and brown ball of fluff, “my cat’s fuckin’ possessed.”

“Not quite” the voice in his ear is quiet, lilting.

“JESUSFUCK.” He spins to face an invisible interloper, Pinecone firmly in his arms. 

A smile, and only a smile, appears a fear inches above his eyeline, “Do you still doubt the building is haunted?”

“Wh--motherfucker, you’re Joe’s ghost and you decided to talk to me? To what, make a point?”

“Yes and no. Yes in that I wanted you to stop doubting my existence. No in that Barclay is the former resident of Josephs’ dwelling. I am a former resident of this one.”

The implications of there being a ghost dedicated to his apartment hit him like a train, “Have you just been hangin around me since I moved in, watchin my every move?”

The smile wavers, “Nono, nothing so alarming. I usually come here when you’re at work, or spend time with Barclay in the spaces between walls and worlds. That’s, ah, not to say I haven’t been in the armchair while you were watching T.V on the couch, but in my defense you have very interesting taste in documentaries.” The ghost notices Duck’s alarm, and the smile fades from view, “I apologize. It was rude of me to be in your space without permission. Space is a much more malleable thing when you’re a ghost, but that is no excuse.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s fuckin creepy.”

Pinecone jumps from his grasp, winds herself in a circle around what must be ghostly legs. 

“But uh, my cat likes you. And she can be skittish. I, uh, worry about her gettin lonely on days when I work late. So you can hang around when I’m out. But other’n that we gotta play by vampire rules; you don’t come into my space unless invited. Deal?”

The smile flickers back into view, “Deal.”

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Joseph, all too aware of his own perfectionist nature, tries to avoid jealousy. It only ever serves to poison him against others and his own fragile inner being. 

But lord almighty is he jealous that Duck got a verbal, physical visit from his specter, Indrid, while Barclay doesn’t so much as whisper in Joseph’s vicinity.  It had been hard to be envious in the moment, because he was too excited by the news, to the point that he climbed into Ducks lap and started kissing him because all his adrenaline needed an outlet. 

Then Duck had frozen, asking if he thought the ghosts would watch them hook-up. Joseph pointed out that Indrid had promised to only visit when invited and Barclay was polite, so odds were good they were truly alone. He kept the fact that Duck’s suggestion made him instantly hard to himself.

(Duck picked up on it anyway, if the jokes about Ghost and the supremely satisfying make-out session were anything to go by).

He’s making fried rice for dinner, is mid-way through chopping green onions when his phone buzzes. A glance over his shoulder reveals it’s not a work call or an emergency. Suddenly, something cold and strong grips his right hand and there is, without a doubt, a human frame pressed to his back. He can’t move his hand, follows the line of his knife and sees the next chop would have caught his finger.  

“Barclay?”

“Yeah. Sorry I, uh, just didn’t want you cutting a finger off.” The hold on him disappears as that baritone drips down his spine. 

Joseph turns just as Barclay comes into view; he’s taller than Joseph, a rare thing given he’s six-foot, with shaggy brown hair and a short, coppery beard. Full lips and brown eyes round out the face that is straight from Joseph’s fantasies.

“Wow. Um, I mean, thank you for saving me a trip to the emergency room.”

“No problem.”

Drawing on years of training, he tries to keep the other man talking, “Were you just passing through?”

“Kinda. This is gonna sound weird but, uh, I loved cooking when I was alive. Sometimes I like to be close by when you’re cooking so I can get some of the sensations again.”

Joseph steps to the side, gesturing to the cutting board, “Do you...want to help me make dinner? If you can interact with my body, you should be able to prepare veggies no problem.”

Barclay hesitantly steps to the counter, shakes his head when Joseph offers the knife, “I have to dematerialize first. Being visible and being solid take so much energy that I can only do one or the other.”

“Fascinating. Just, um, I hope I get to see your face again.”

Barclay disappears, and a half-second later an invisible hand squeezes his arm, “Think I can manage that.”

Barclay joins him for dinner regularly after that. Duck recovers fairly quickly to Joseph’s spectral assistant, especially when Barclay makes him french onion soup. Joseph suspects Duck is also getting used to ghosts in general, since more than once he’s knocked on the door and walked in to find the ranger conversing with Indrid (though Indrid insists on remaining dematerialized). 

Tonight it’s just him and Barclay, and Joseph is busy sticking his foot in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, that’s a rude question-”

Barclay chuckles, “Not really, it’s kinda the first thing everyone wants to know about ghosts, right? Why we’re here? Short answer is, uh” he sighs, “I had a heart condition but not the time or money to get it checked out. Fucking thing failed me one Sunday morning at that was it. Poor Indrid found me. We had a casual thing going and he had a key to my place. Came to check on me when he heard me hit the ground.”

“Oh Barclay, that sounds awful for you both.”

“Yeah, death isn’t my fave.” Barclay lays down, disappearing so his head can rest properly in Joseph’s lap. The agent feels around until he finds soft hair, petting it as Barclay continues his story.

“At first I thought my unfinished business might have to do with Indrid. But when he died pretty soon after, I kinda figured it was more that when I died, the direction I went was the ‘become a ghost’ one and not, like, the ‘rest in peace’ one.”

“Do you wish you could move on? Because I have access to a lot of classified occult information.”

The head under his hand turns, the direction of the motion suggesting Barclay is looking up at him, “Gotta be honest, lately being a ghost has gotten way more interesting.”

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It takes two drawers before Duck finds where he put the AAA batteries. The package is already open, and when he gets to the living room his Carbon Monoxide detector is floating, back removed as fresh batteries click into place.

“Damn, ‘Drid, the thing just started beepin about it’s low battery.”

“Such things cannot be delayed. Trust me.”

“....Oh fuck, is that what got you?”

The detector slips back onto it’s wall mount, “Yes. I, I was always so careful, trying to prepare for every possible disaster. When Barclay died I, ah, I found it harder to do daily tasks. One of those was replacing the batteries in this” a plastic tap, “the low-power beep kept bothering me, so I detached it, planning to fix it in the morning. Then the next morning, and the next, and so on. Well, I put it off one too many times. A mundane, pointless death if there ever was one.”

Duck sets the battery package on the table, opening his arms. Cold fingers cling to the back of his shirt as Indrid hugs him. Duck does his best to soothe the ghost, rocking them subtly in a way that works wonders on his living friends. 

“Thank you” spectral eyelashes flutter against his neck as Indrid burrows against him. They say nothing else, staying in the embrace until Pinecone pads over and demands dinner.

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Duck just means to drop off the books he borrowed from Joe, finds the door unlocked and figures the other man is home, probably cooking or yelling at a bigfoot hunting show.  When he doesn’t see him in the living room, he pokes his head down the hall. 

It takes a moment for his brain to process what he’s seeing. By the time it does, he’s already backing out the door. 

Okay, he just walked in on his sorta-boyfriend getting railed by a ghost, face buried against the bed, moaning while a cock he couldn’t see spread his ass open over and over again. That’s fine, that’s completely fine and not hot at all, he’s just taking his pants off in his living room for unrelated reasons. 

“Ah, Duck?” 

“Fuck!” He looks around, trying to work out where Indrid is and how much he can see.

The couch cushions shift, “I apologize, I thought you were out running errands.”

“S’okay” He pulls his hand out of his boxers, “I, uh, I was just, uh, tryin to, uh…”

The ghost waits patiently for him to come to the truth.

Duck sighs, slumps down on what he’s pretty sure is a free spot, “Walked in on Joe and Barclay.”

“I see. Does it bother you?”

“No. I, uh, kinda got the sense they were into each other, and we ain’t exclusive.”

The smile appears next to him, invisible fingers tracing up his arm “Does it do something else to you?” 

“Indrid, please I already got the weirdest fuckin boner right now.”

“And I am offering to help. I know I often joke about sharing Barclay’s taste in men but…” a light, chilly kiss on his cheek, “I share Joseph’s as well. I would very much like the chance to show you what I mean.” The fingers and lips teasing his skin cease their touches; space to refuse that Duck appreciates. 

“You know what? Fuck it” Duck works his pants the rest of the way off, throws his boxers after them, “get on your knees, sugar, and show me what you mean.”

“Ooh, I get a pet name!” Indrid claps, excited, rests his hands on Duck’s knees after he spreads them. Duck tracks his position by his smile, is unprepared for how strange it feels when it dives between his thighs. He’s used to Joe, all hot breath and enthusiastic precision. This is like the time an ex tried using an ice cube but way, way better, the chill heightening the sensations rather than numbing them. 

It’s also teasing, and he grunts, tipping his hips up, “‘Drid, please.”

“Patience, sweetheart, I haven’t done anything like this in years, I intend to take my time.”  A playful tongue drags up his dick. 

“Sugar, I’ll let you do this every day for a week, figure out how to give a ghost a fuckin hand job, anythin, but if I don’t cum soon I’m gonna combust. So get that cute little mouth where it belongs and suck my dick.”

The smile sharpens, “Make me.”

He threads his fingers into Indrid’s hair, shoving him forward. The ghost moans, tongue working across his folds in rapid swipes. Curious, he tugs on the soft strands and a messy purr vibrates up his dick.

“Someone like it rough?”

He feels the responding nod. Tightens his grip, “Then fuckin suck it like I told you too, sugar.”

Cold lips envelope his dick, Indrid moaning as he sucks. One hand rubs what his mouth can’t attend to, but the other leaves Duck’s knee right before Indrid’s whimpers grow shorter.

“That’s it, get off while I fuck your face, fuck, Joe’s really onto somethin with this paranormal shit, you’re so good sugar, fuckme that’s good. C’mon” he jerks his hips, orgasm building mercifully fast, “make me cum, like that, right fuckin there ohfuck.” He cums, feet scuffing on the rug. Indrid’s moan turns to a gasp as he pulls away, cum making a damp spot on the ground. 

Duck pets his hair, “Sure showed me.”

Indrid snickers, turns to press his face to kiss his palm.

“‘Drid? You, uh, you don’t have to, but could I see you? All of you?”

His hands cradle air as a man forms before him; lanky and bony, hair dyed silver with black roots showing, pierced ears and lip, tattoos coating the arms that stick out from a white tank-top. He bites his lip, awaiting judgement as Duck sinks off the couch to sit with him. 

“Not gonna lie, sugar, mighty peeved you kept usin my pens and didn’t even let me see this face everyday as payment.”

Indrid blinks, then laughs, loud and relieved, “I’m glad you approve; I am not everyone’s type.”

“Sure as hell are mine.” Duck puts his hand through his knee, frowns, “wish I could hold you and see you at the same time. Be that as it may, know you’re always runnin cold. You, uh, wanna join me for a little afternoon nap?”

“Of course” he fades away, and takes Ducks’ hand.

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Duck’s never seen Joe this excited which, given that they went to a “Cryptids in Film” exhibit last weekend, is saying something. 

“Ready?” His boyfriend tightens the strap-on harness, sporting Duck’s favorite of his dicks. 

“You know it, darlin.”

Joe climbs onto the bed, makes a suave roll onto his back and pats his thighs, “Then come here. I want to see as much of you as possible while I fuck you.”

“You’re the boss, handsome.” He sinks down with a groan, slowly rocking his hips to get warmed up. 

Joe gropes his ass, growling, “Lord, look at this. Your ass is incredible, Duck, just like the rest of you.”

He dips down to kiss him in reply, messing up that dark hair and leaving a hickey on his collarbone. A chill runs up his spine and he shudders; two days ago, after the two ghosts and two humans hashed out who was dating who and what that meant, Joe admitted to a fantasy in which he and Duck were rudely interrupted by two horny paranormal entities. 

Duck kisses the corner of his mouth, grinds down with a whine, “c’mon Joe, know you can go harder than that.”

“The angle isn’t to my advantage.”

“Well then” purrs a voice from their right, “let’s remedy that.”

Duck’s pulled sideways, the momentum enough to reverse their positions and pop the toy loose.

“Now, pet, you are going to start fucking him again, and I’m going to fuck you to insure the pace is the perfect one for my dear Duck.”

The strap-on slides back in, Duck arching when it does. Joe’s hips snap forward, propelled by something other than the strength of his muscles. 

“AHlord, Indrid, yes. Is, is that good?” His blue eyes focus on Duck, who pulls him down into a kiss, panting as Indrid uses Joe to fuck him hard and fast. Then Joe’s head whips up and sideways, an invisible cock forcing it’s way into his mouth to muffle his moans.

“Fuck, that’s it babe, get me hard so I can fuck you when Indrid’s had his fill.”

“That may take some time. Never fear, I have other plans for my pet.” 

Joe squeaks, and Duck watches the muscles of his ass flex in new ways as black silicone appears and retreats from view over and over. From under him, Duck has a singularly good view of his lips stretching to accommodate Barclay, who’s busy demanding he look him in the eye when he takes his cock. He runs a loving hand up Joe’s chest, strokes the cheek not bulging with the head of a thick cock. 

“Fuck that’s hot.” His body agrees, but in spite of his boyfriends’ joint efforts and the obscene view making him wetter by the second, his orgasm eludes him. 

“J-joe, ‘Drid, please I, I’m real fuckin close but I need more pressure or, fuck, or friction or somethingfuck, hell fuckin yeah that’s it.” He pumps his hips, Barclay having freed Joe to bury his face in Ducks’ neck and put strip of the harness holding the toy where Duck can rub off on it. 

“That’s it, like that Joe, ‘Drid, fuckfuckfuckfuck” He gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as the orgasm shoots through him. It’s perfect, made more so by the knowledge that Indrid will let him bask in the aftershocks. 

Joe, however, is in for something very different. Duck is still getting his vision back when the harness takes an unceremonious flight off the bed. As he sits up, the plug takes the same journey, and he knows Joe will insist on cleaning it even more thoroughly than usual now that it’s been on the rug. 

His boyfriend is on his knees, lowering with incremental bursts of effort and jerks of his hips. When he stops with a moan, it looks as though his ass is hovering in mid-air. Phantom indentations press into his hips. 

“Very good pet” Indrid’s voice is turning breathy, “no, lean back so Barclay can fuck you raw while I make short work of this tight” Joe jolts up as Indrid bucks his hips, “little” another jolt, “ass” a final jolt before Joe tips backwards, opening his legs. 

Duck watches, mesmerized, as Joe is spread open, feet lifting off the blanket as more indents appear beneath his knees. The agent, usually so articulate, does nothing but moan at the invisible intrusion. 

“Fuckin-A, I’ll never get tired of this babe, you’re fucking dripping for me and it’s so fucking hot, how much of a fucking needy, dirty guy you are.”

Joe reaches one hand forward, trying to run his fingers up Barclay’s chest. The other extends towards Duck, and the ranger crawls so he can take it, kissing it as the indents of Indrid’s arms wrap around Joe’s lower belly. 

“I’d hold tight, dearest.”

“Why-”

Duck’s answer comes in the form of a yelp from Joe. To anyone else, it would look like the agent is trying and failing to wrestle the air. His back arches, making every sinful line of his body tense, while his hands claw at the bed and Duck’s arm and his legs bounce uselessly in the air. 

Duck peers around, careful not to bonk his head into Barclay. From here Joe is on full display, both holes stretching and twitching to take what they’re given. He wishes it was easier for him to get hard again; all he can think about is sitting on Joe’s face while the others fuck him like this, catch this sobbing moans in his skin while he’s reduced to nothing but a plaything for the paranormal. 

“Damn, darlin, you’re takin it like a champ. Maybe next time I’ll film it for ya, so you can see how fuckin hot you look getting fucked to pieces on some ghost dick.”

A louder sob of pleasure, and as he goes to soothe him with kisses Barclay grunts, “Don’t you fucking pull away, don’t care if you just came you’re fucking taking it all.”

“Do hurry up with him, Barclay. Ah, perfect, thank you.” With that, the forces bouncing Joe in the air come only from beneath him, Indrid pumping mercilessly into his ass and punching little “ah, aah, ahnns” out of him. He’s so blissed out that Duck can’t help himself, steadies his face in his hands so he can kiss him while Indrid cums with a high cry. 

There’s an “oof” as Indrid rolls Joe’s head into Duck’s lap. A hand turns Duck by his chin so he can get a kiss before Indrid becomes visible. Barclay appears at Joe’s feet, does his best to lay parallel to him and then disappears.

“You always did like to spoon immediately after.” Indrid says fondly, drifting to sit beside Duck. 

“Mhmmm” comes the rumbly reply.

“You okay, darlin?” Duck brushes the hair from Joe’s face as blue eyes flutter open. 

“Never better. Oh!” He sits up abruptly, Duck is more used to his boyfriend’s post-orgasm bursts of inspiration than the other two and thus doesn’t jump in surprise, “I found a potentially useful book at work the other day…”

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“So, uh, how long do we have?” Barclay brushes lint from his shirt, stepping outside the chalk pattern on the floor somewhat hesitantly. 

“As long as the candle burns. Which is why I bought one that can stay lit for at least ten hours.” He offers his hand and his fully visible, touchable boyfriend takes it. Indrid, having more trust in occult processes, practically leapt over the chalk a moment ago to kiss him and Duck. Joseph draws Barclay into his arms, “which is all to say: we have plenty of time for date night.”

[lesbian-percy-weasley]

The Various Breeds of Christmas Trees That Stand Between Us by Gay-Natasha-Saves-The-World on Ao3 (aka the most epic fanfic writer ever)

Ship: Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood

Content Warning: None

Description: Percy and Oliver have been dating since May but as Christmas tree season comes closer, Percy has to figure out a way to tell his family that he’s dating a boy who’s parents run the rival Christmas tree farm or attempt to hide him until January.

Percy’s family has been in the Christmas tree business since before anyone could remember. It was the oldest in town and one of the biggest as well. They could confidently get almost all the town's business and even some out of towners came. Like Christmas tree kingpins, they didn’t let any other competition plant roots in their territory. And they were successful until a few years ago.

Riverside Christmas Tree Farm sprouted right under their noses. A family had inherited the land from the old man who once owned it and they decided to start a Christmas tree farm. Ever since then, it was a race, a competition, a battle of wills to see who will sell more. The feud between these two families for two months out of the year was not to be matched. Not by the Montagues and the Capulets, not by Xbox and Playstation, not even by Coke and Pepsi. No, if you compared the feud between the Weasleys and the Woods to anything it would be a dishonor.

And with every great story of a family feud of epic proportions, there are always a pair of star crossed lovers.

Percy and Oliver started dating sometime around May, not knowing that they were part of rivaling families. Even if they did know, neither of them would’ve given much of a shit.

Percy’s family didn’t know that he even had a boyfriend. He knew that they would make fun of him for it. They always did find something to make fun of him for. You would think they would catch on after Oliver picked him up to hang out practically every week in the summer. Really, they were just happy Percy finally had a friend that wasn’t in the classic literature club.

They did love each other but as late November reared closer, the whole family thing started to become more complicated. They feared that if they kept hanging out as they were they would make their families irrationally mad. Come January it would all blow over but right now they were in rough waters.

They took to hanging out at school together. Oliver spent lunch in the library with Percy and Percy spent after school watching Oliver’s hockey practice when he didn’t have a club meeting to attend. They didn’t mind as long as they could hang out together.

One day, they were sitting in Oliver's truck when the topic of the Christmas tree farms came up.

“Are you ready to pretend we hate each other until after break?” Oliver asked whilst putting his arm around Percy. “We don’t have to. It’s not like my family pays attention to what I do anyway.” Percy mumbled as he leaned into Oliver’s embrace. “I’m sure that’s not true,” Oliver replied.

“I have been staying after school every day for the past three weeks and they haven’t said anything.” Percy laughed. “I’m sure we can get through the next 40 days without the sky falling.” Oliver gave a lighthearted hum in response.

With that, they left the school to drop Percy off at his house. It wasn’t a very long drive between their houses so Oliver didn’t really mind. He could’ve lived on the opposite side of town and he wouldn’t have cared but it was just more convenient. He always dropped him off at the end of the driveway. When he stopped the truck, Percy gave him a quick kiss and grabbed his books.

“I’ll pick you up at 3 tomorrow,” Oliver said quickly. “The movie doesn’t start until 4,” Percy replied with a smile. “Yeah, and it takes 30 minutes to get to the theater and you’re usually slow.” Oliver chuckled as Percy lightly punched his arm. He hopped out of the truck and waved goodbye as his boyfriend drove off.

It was about 2:50 the next day and Percy was waiting quite anxiously for the text saying Oliver was here. He was waiting in his room since his family was all downstairs planning for when they will open the farm. He wasn’t as involved as everyone else. Sure, he did help when it was open but other than that he chose to opt-out of many of the discussions.

Running a Christmas tree farm wasn’t the walk in a park that most people presume it is. Not only did you have the land you had to maintain all year round for a short business season, but there was also a lot to consider when planting. Of course, you have to plant a multitude of different trees like fir trees, pine trees, cedar trees, and cypress trees (not even getting into the different breeds of said trees). And then you had to strategically plant so that all the most popular types were accessible. If someone had to walk a mile to get a douglas fir then they would just go elsewhere.

Then came the problems with having competition. The fact that they had somewhere else to go that was only 10 miles away. They had to quality check meticulously. If one family got a bad tree then they’ll just switch to Riverside and if there are a multitude of bad trees then it starts to add up. And then there has to be a balance of u cut and pre-cut trees. You can’t just chop the good ones then that leaves nothing for people who like to chop their own.

The ambiance is a big factor too. If it doesn’t feel like a Christmas tree farm then people won’t enjoy the experience. That’s mainly what his family was discussing. How to decorate the farm in a unique yet traditional way. Well, that’s the topic they were on when Percy finally emerged from his room.

He walked down the stairs to be immediately met with the gaze of his family. Of course, they noticed that he was dressed to go out. That suspicion was confirmed when he grabbed his coat and his shoes.

“Where are you going?” his father asked. Absentmindedly, Percy replied, “I’m going to see a movie with my boyfriend.” His eyes widened with horror as he realized what he said.

“Boyfriend?” George asked, “Who’s your boyfriend?” Now, Percy could lie right now. Wait until January to tell them the truth. But he already revealed that much so there was really no use. “Oliver Wood,” he replied as he began to tie his shoes.

The whole energy in the room shifted. “Wood? Like Riverside Christmas Tree Farm Wood?” His mother asked a bit directly. Percy didn’t even look up from his shoes, he just nodded. That was when all hell broke loose.

“Traitor!” Fred screamed over a chorus of gasps. “It’s really not that big of a deal.” Percy sighed, finally looking up at his family. “It is a big deal, you are literally dating our only competition.” Ron rebutted.

Percy was starting to get a little angry with his family. “You guys have been pestering me about getting a boyfriend but when I do y’all act like this.” He wanted nothing more than to leave and go on his date. “What I’m more concerned about is the fact you’re wearing your Frankenstein shirt on a date.” George snickered.

“What’s wrong with my Frankenstein shirt?” Percy asked defensively. “You look like a nerd,” Ginny added. “I don’t care. I just want to go see Pride and Prejudice with my boyfriend and there is nothing any of you can do about it.” He was trying to keep his cool but it was obvious he was losing it.

Suddenly he felt a vibration in his pocket. He knew it must be from Oliver so he started to walk out the door.

“Use protection!” the twins yelled as he was stepping out the door.

“Fuck off.” He replied as he shut the door.

He heard his mom scream “Language!” through the door but he didn’t care. He wanted nothing more than to get away from his family. They teased him a lot but he could usually deal with it. It seemed like they were never happy with anything he did. He knows he’ll never live this down.

But he couldn’t let this ruin his date. For years he’s tried to convince someone to go to Austen Night at the theater with them but none of them wanted to. At least Oliver cared enough to act like he was interested. That was more than his family ever did.

When he saw Oliver’s truck at the end of the driveway, he tried to forget about what just happened with his family. He hopped into the passenger seat and Oliver gave him a quick kiss. He could tell something was off. Percy wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions, especially when he was frustrated.

“Is something up?” Oliver asked as Percy was buckling his seatbelt. “I told my family about us.” Percy mumbled, “It didn’t really go well.” A look of concern fell on Oliver’s face.

“You know, if you don’t feel safe, my parents probably wouldn’t mind if you stayed with us.”

Percy looked confused for a second. “Oh, they knew I’m gay it was about the…”

“The Christmas trees?” Oliver asked

“The Christmas trees.” Percy finished. There were a few seconds of silence then they both broke out in laughter. “They’ll get over it. My parents weren’t very happy when I told them but they don’t really care now.”

“I know. What I was more upset about was them making fun of my Frankenstein shirt.” Percy said as Oliver started to drive. “What’s wrong with your Frankenstein shirt?” Oliver chuckled. “Nothing they just don’t have taste apparently.”

When the movie was over it was already dark out. Percy was rambling about the difference between the book and the movie when they walked out. He wouldn’t even realize it was snowing unless Oliver tapped his shoulder.

“It’s pretty early in the year for snow,” Percy said while he put his hand out to let snowflakes fall onto it. “I don’t think the weather cares about your opinion, Percy,” Oliver said lightheartedly. “It was just a comment I know I’m not Jack Frost or anything,” Percy said defensively as he turned towards Oliver.

Oliver couldn’t help but notice how the snowflakes melted as soon as they touched Percy’s bright orange hair. Or how the wind made his nose and cheeks a little bit pinker. All he could think about was how lucky he was to have him in his life.

“You’re so beautiful.” Oliver blurted out. Before Percy could think of a reply, Oliver kissed him. It was sweet and passionate like all their kisses but this one felt different from Percy. It was like his rom-com Hallmark Christmas movie moment and he wanted it to last for as long as possible.

When it did, Percy hugged Oliver as his life depended on it. “I love you, Oliver.” He said into his shoulder. “I love you too, Percy. Even if your family never gets over it, I’ll still love you.” Oliver replied.

Driving home, Percy was still talking about the movie. Oliver didn’t mind. He liked seeing that Percy was happy and after all, the movie was better than what he was expecting.

Oliver insisted that he drive Percy to his house instead of dropping him off at the driveway. He made an excuse that there might be ice on the driveway so Percy just brushed it off. But he knew Oliver was planning something when he insisted to help Percy carry his things in.

Percy did buy a sweatshirt and an ornament from the movie theater. After all, the proceeds went to the local library and they were Pride and Prejudice themed. But it wasn’t anything he couldn’t carry.

“You just want to see my family, don’t you?” Percy said with a smirk. Oliver shrugged “Just want them to know I’m not going anywhere.” Percy rolled his eyes. “Whatever, you can help me carry my stuff in.”

When they walked through the door, Percy’s whole family was watching a show in the living room. His parents smiled at them but his siblings gave only glares at the two of them. Percy brushed them off and headed up to his room.

Percy showed Oliver around it since he had never seen it before. He had the opportunity to talk about his various trinkets so of course, he’s not going to waste it. But it seemed too soon when Oliver needed to head home. It was dark out and getting kind of late but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t help but think about a time when they could live together. No more feuding, no more Christmas tree drama, no more sneaking around as to not get in trouble. Just the two of them, in love. No amount of fir trees would ever get between them.

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Spooked

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Simon x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language. 

A/N: A lot of pet names in this...haha SHOCKER. Here’s a little early Halloween addition fic! I’ll have more holiday fics coming soon.

Requested by: @birdieofloxley

Word Count: 1,835

“Why would you make up something like that? You really scared me.” 

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The legs of the chair you were sitting in squeaked as you leaned forward, tuned in to what Negan was saying. It was late October (or at least, you had estimated that it was October) meaning Halloween was soon approaching. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays as a kid. The candy, the trick or treating, the costumes were all part of the spooky experience. As you got older, you cared less about the costumes and more about the scary movies. Almost every Halloween (pre-apocalypse of course) consisted of you curling up on the sofa with a bowl of wrapped chocolate with some sort of scary movie on. 

The only downside to this was that you were a bit jumpy. It didn’t take much to get you feeling paranoid and have you checking under your bed for monsters. Which was ironic considering you literally lived in a world where there were horror movie like creatures roaming at every turn. 

So you weren’t really sure how you ended up here. Sitting with Negan and Simon outside of The Sanctuary after hours on a particularly cold night, listening to the two of them tell scary stories. Negan was recalling the time he almost became walker food when he was out on a run alone once. His voice was low and deep, his eyes fixed on yours as he spoke;

“Its hand barely had any skin left on it...it was basically all bone at that point,” He described; “For a half rotted roamer, it had a nasty grip on me though.” 

Your heart was beating crazy fast in your chest. You couldn’t even imagine how scared you’d be if that had happened to you. The fact that he was able to laugh about it now was astonishing. 

“I was able to reach my knife and just as it went to sink its teeth into my calf, I drilled the blade into its head,” He told; “I stabbed it an extra time for good measure. It took me at least a good five minutes to get it completely off of me because I was shaking so bad.” 

You were wide eyed now as you processed everything he was saying. Simon sucked in a breath before sighing it out;

“Shit. I don’t even think I’ve ever come that close to being roamer chow,” He admitted. He noticed the chill that went up your spine, prompting him to one up Negan’s story by telling his own; “You think that’s bad? Let me tell you about the time I was chased by my neighbor who was an escaped convict for murder.”

Your head snapped in his direction;

“You’re not serious.” You gaped.

Simon put his hands up in defense;

“It’s true. I swear.” He said with a hint of smirk appearing.

It wasn’t true. As excitedly terrifying as it may sound, Simon had never known any murderers or real criminals in his day. He was just making this up off the top of his head.

“You’re fucking with us. No damn way that happened.” Negan bantered.

Simon chuckled;

“You wanna hear the story or not?” He asked sassily.

You and Negan shot each other glances, before turning your attention back to Simon.

“I was about 18. Just about to go off to college,” He began; “This guy lived about three doors down and had always been a little odd. He very rarely came out of his house, but it was always dark. He had weird vibes all around. All the parents in the neighborhood wouldn’t dare let their kids go play around his house.”

You were nervously chewing on your thumb nail as you listened intently. You didn’t like the fuzzy feeling that was bubbling in your belly. 

“It wasn’t a surprise that none of us knew that he had been arrested and thrown in prison. His house was exactly the same when he wasn’t around. I felt bad for the guy. For all I knew, he was just a lonely guy with no one to talk to,” He continued; “So one day I thought it would be nice to hand deliver his morning newspaper to him. I went to the front door, knocked, but didn’t get an answer.” 

You didn’t like where this was going. You were quite literally on the edge of your seat as you took it all in. Negan himself even refrained from interrupting, curious to see how this would end.

“I heard some sort of racket in his backyard, so I walked around and through the fence. And what I saw about made me damn near sick,” He explained; “He was in his prison jumpsuit and all. And he was burying a body in his backyard.”

Your heart hit your shoes and bounced back up to your throat. Negan’s jaw dropped and his face went pale. This was the most insane story you had ever heard. 

“I was going to just make a run for it and pray to God I could forget about it. But then he saw me standing there like a deer in headlights,” He said rubbing his slightly chilled hands together; “I shit you not, the fucker dropped the shovel and started running at me.”

You were speechless. How had he never told you this story before? More importantly, how did this not traumatize him? Now Negan was just as wide eyed as you, stunned at what he was hearing. 

“I swear my feet left the ground before I could even think. I sprinted in the other direction and started screaming bloody murder...no pun intended,” He snorted; “Anyways, to make a long story short, I managed to run out of my neighborhood and found a policeman down the street. Turns out he had escaped his cell that morning and they had been on the hunt for him all day because they were afraid of what he might do. That body was some random guy that he encountered after his escape.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The hairs on your arms and legs were sticking straight up. You suddenly had the eery feeling that someone was looking at you. 

“My mom had to come pick me up from the police station. I was convinced she wasn’t going to let me go off to school after that,” He joked; “But once it was all cleared up, things turned back to normal...but I still would get a sense of fight or flight every time I visited home. But, hey, shit happens.”

Simon finished his story nonchalantly. As if he hadn’t just confessed that he had almost been chopped to bits by a psycho killer. You felt like your heart was going to make a leap of faith out of your chest. You had never heard anything like that in your entire life. Negan shook his head to shake the thought;

“You were had a life or death encounter with a serial killer and all you can say is ‘shit happens’? Simon, I may have pegged you wrong,” Negan stated; “You are one badass motherfucker.”

Simon grinned and shrugged. He had been lying, of course, but if it earned him brownie points with the boss, then he didn’t mind dragging it out. You were shocked silent. What do you even say to that? Negan smiled, shaking his story off effortlessly;

“I don’t know if I can top that, but have I ever told you two about the time I fought off a rabid raccoon?” Negan asked with a raised brow. 

Simon caught your ghostly and tired look and stood from his chair;

“No and I’d love to hear it, but I think she’s had enough storytelling for one night.” Simon said guiding you up from your chair. 

Negan shrugged with a scoff;

“Suit yourself. It’s one hell of a story though.” He said standing from his own seat.

Simon assured him of another time to tell it and finally walked you back inside from the courtyard. Simon had already completely discarded the story he had just burned into your head. He didn’t even catch the slight shiver in your limbs. You were rattled and even a little terrified. You felt like a little kid who swears they had heard a monster under their bed. Simon slipped his hand into yours as you walked back to your floor;

“So, I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” He asked softly in your ear, careful not to wake anybody else up. 

He wasn’t going to leave you alone tonight, was he? Surely not after all that. You stopped his trek and looked at him with pleading eyes;

“Can I stay with you tonight? Please?” You asked gently; “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” You confessed.

Now, he realized something was up. He instantly agreed, leading you to his room. He watched as you quietly got ready for bed and crawled under the sheets and covers. He followed suit, pulling you to him. You latched onto him like he’d float away if you didn’t. Simon looked down at you with worried eyes;

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked sweetly.

You buried your face into his soft shirt and shook your head. You didn’t want to admit you were scared, but you also couldn’t get the thought of being chased by a crazed killer out of your head either. He rubbed your back comfortingly and encouraged you;

“Darlin’, you can talk to me. Always.” He cooed.

You mumbled against him. He rested his chin on your head, taking in the scent of your favorite soap. His brain racked up any ideas of what was making you so fidgety. He finally thought back to the story that he had just told about a half hour prior. He suddenly felt guilty. He didn’t think it would’ve scared you this bad...especially since it wasn’t even true.

“Is it the story I told just a little while ago?” He asked.

When you nodded, he whimpered out an airy sympathetic sound. He held you tighter and admitted his lie;

“Oh, sweetheart, that didn’t actually happen. I just made it up.” 

You paused and looked up at him. The way your glossy eyes shimmered and lower lip quivered broke his heart;

“Really? You’re not just saying that?” You asked desperately.

“I promise. The whole thing was just a story.” 

Your brows furrowed, suddenly a little annoyed;

“Why would you make up something like that? You really scared me.” You said truthfully.

He kissed your forehead and hummed deeply;

“I didn’t think you’d actually believe it. You always see through my bullshit.” He grinned brightly.

You growled faintly;

“Not always. I literally thought you were serious.” 

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], I didn’t mean to.” He apologized. 

You nuzzled back into his frame, accepting his apology. You were mostly relieved that didn’t actually happen to him though. You would’ve been scarred for life. 

“That’s okay. You really could’ve been an actor, might I add.” You joked.

He scoffed, kissing your skin;

“I’ll stick to storytelling in the courtyard.” 

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Mr. Evans- Chris Evans AU Chapter Six

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: TeacherxStudent relationship. Slightly Underage reader x adult teacher Disclaimers: I don’t own CE or you. I don’t condone any relationship of this kind. This is for fictional and entertainment purposes only. Word Count: 5, 240 words

Read Chapter Five Here!!

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You couldn’t look him in the eye no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to be nonchalant about the whole thing. You wanted to seem unaffected. To let him know that if that kiss was a mistake for him, it was a mistake for you as well. 

What, that kiss? It meant nothing to you. Absolutely nothing.

But it did.  It fucking did and that was the hardest admission to make to yourself. 

It meant so much more than you were expecting and now you didn’t know what to do with all these feelings brewing within you. The waves of boiling hot emotions crashing against eachother so strongly they were creating an inexplicable turmoil within you, and sometimes one would knock the other down enough so you felt it sharply through you and vice versa. Embarrassment, shame, guilt,  giddiness, warmth, and ecstasy to name a few.

So to say it was hard to focus in class that day would be the understatement of the century. Especially when Mr. Evans insisted on looking over at you constantly throughout today’s lesson.

It was like he had an uncontrollable urge to glance in your direction every few minutes and that beautiful blue gaze was putting your nerves even more on edge.

You could feel him looking at you. Of course, you did. You always did. 

Your body always reacted weirdly when the heaviness of that gorgeous gaze landed on you. 

You refused to make eye contact with him though. Simply refused.

The truth was, you were scared. Of what you’d find in those eyes of his. Regret. Disgust. Pity.

Gosh, you were absolutely petrified to find him looking at you with pity. Like you were some charity case to him. Merely a little girl who’s struggling because of her dead mom and asshole of a father and was therefore in dire need of accolades and attention from an older man to feel better about herself.

And what was worse? He wouldn’t be wrong. 

To be honest, you weren’t expecting to have to face the music so soon. You’d expected to have to at some point, sure, but not this soon. Not first-period-class-next-day soon.

Yet, here you were and you swore it was like the universe was conspiring against you because there was absolutely no way that the lesson today just so happened to be about love poems, right?

Walking into his classroom, your head had been bowed low and your eyes trained strictly on the floor as you flooded in with the bulk of the class.

You made sure to use your hair as a protective curtain to hide from his searing eyes when you passed his desk and practically ran to a seat in the back of the classroom.

See, normally, you’d be the kind of student to be first in class and sit in the front where you could get a clear view of everything, and this had been particularly true for English class. Except now the last thing you wanted was to be seen by Mr. Evans.

His gaze not only made your body react weirdly, but it also made you feel incredibly vulnerable. The fact had never really bothered you until now, though.

And it wasn’t like your hiding had made much of a difference anyway because his eyes still somehow found you. You hadn’t seen them find you, but you sure as hell felt it. Your hairs rose on your arms and a small shiver passed through your spine that left you trembling just a bit in its wake.

Which was why you had resorted to shrinking further into your seat puffing your cheeks out to mask the blood rushing to your face. You focus on writing notes as he speaks to distract yourself.

“Love poetry is one of the most beautiful forms of writing you’ll ever read.”

His voice is masculine and raspy but equally velvety smooth and fuck if it didn’t just make you crave to hear him speak all day long. 

Preferably in your ear, whilst you cuddled in bed.

His hands were casually shoved into the pockets of his jeans and you can’t help but think that the most beautiful painting in the world could never compare. 

“It’s beautiful because it speaks of the purest part of the human soul in a form that is not straightforward. It’s sort of cryptic thus what you can find in a poem often times varies depending on who you are and how you view the world. Now, if you look in your books on page twenty-three, you’ll find one of my favorite love poems of all time.”

Papers crinkle around you as you all turn to page 23 in the small class poetry book. Only then do you notice your terribly shaky hands and hold back a gasp at how truly nervous you are.

Fuck. How did he manage to do this to you without even touching you?

At the thought, you can’t help but look up at him. He isn’t looking at you which you’re extremely grateful for because it gives you a chance to really admire him. 

Leaning against his desk, he flips through his own book in search of the correct page.

You’re suddenly breathless. He was truly beautiful. Your eyes slowly trailing over him from top to bottom. His hair seemed lighter than before, the tousled locks shimmering a lighter blonde than you last recalled and his skin seemed tanner, the shade somehow making the blue in his eyes more prominent. It was probably from being out in the sun too much. 

You wanted to let your mind wonder why it’d be like that, but you knew that those thoughts would eventually lead you to far-too vivid images replaying behind your lids. Images of Mr. Evans...shirtless....chopping wood in his backyard with the sun shining down on his God-sculpted body and the sweat giving his skin a slight sheen that caught in the natural light and made him look completely photoshopped. His arms would be raised high over his head, ax in hand, his face set in a sexy determined frown, and strong muscled body flexing as he brings it back down, smashing the wood apart. 

Okay, so maybe you’ve daydreamed about this before and knew that that’s exactly where your mind would wander if you went down that road, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t admire the rest of him.

Today, he wore a tight black Guns N Roses band tee, jeans and a pair of sneakers that looked ridiculously good on him. I mean c’ mon! Can’t the guy not rock anything? He looks good in literally everything and the fact was making you inexplicably irritated. 

It’s really hard to remain irritated at it for long though, especially when he was all muscle and the shirt gave you a full outline of those perfectly-sculpted muscles which flexed every time he moved. 

The book was absolutely minuscule in his big hands and the veins of his strong forearms became obvious as he flipped through the pages, causing your mouth to go even drier. 

You soften a bit as a thought strikes.

He held you with those same arms not too long ago. He held you for even just a second like you were all that mattered to him. Like it was just you and him against the world. Like who you were to society didn’t matter when it was just you two. 

You watch him scratch his beard with hindering fascination when suddenly the memory of those hairs scraping the skin on your chin and cheeks as he kissed you with the kind of want you couldn’t have imagined anyone -much less him- feeling for you floods back and transforms into a hot white ache that goes straight to your core.

Before you know it, you’re left a breathless, flushed and trembling mess once more.

And as if that wasn’t enough already, it seemed as if Mr. Evans could feel you looking at him, because in that exact moment, he looks up.

If you thought you were breathless before, nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to coming face to face with your biggest fear because truth be told, you had never been more scared about something as you were the look in his eyes right now.

And when you said that nothing compared to what you found in those beautiful blue eyes would be an understatement.

Because what you found there wasn’t disgust or regret or pity. No. What you found there was understanding and a warm soft emotion you really couldn’t put your finger on. But most shocking of all...fear. You found fear. 

He was scared. Not for you, but for him. He was scared of you. But...why? If anything, you were the scared one here. And rightfully so, with the effect, he had over you and all.

Your heart races a hundred miles per hour and you lick your lips in order to moisten them because your entire mouth felt like the fucking dessert.

His eyes catch on to the movement, following the trail of your tongue suspiciously close. You can see his chest rise then fall back down a bit shakily as he takes in and releases an unstable breath.

Could it be....? No. No. He couldn’t possibly...Someone like that couldn’t possibly be affected by you. That was nearly impossible.

And yet...there was that darkness in his eyes that you’d seen when he kissed you pushing to be at the surface of those kind eyes. That darkness that seemed like second nature and completely inevitable. That darkness that grew and swayed from underneath that gorgeous outer layer and was wild and untamed. That darkness that he couldn’t seem to control around you...

And before you can scrutinize him further, his head snaps away and he regains his composure. Clearing his throat, he directs himself to the rest of the class, deliberately avoiding eye contact with you.

“Alright, this poem is a bit complicated to understand because of the language, but I trust once I’m done reading it out loud, you guys can come up with some ideas and opinions of your own on it.” He smirks a little. “You’ll also see what I mean when I say that it’s the most beautiful form of writing.”

You try to ignore the stab of pain that small action gives you. Him avoiding having to look at you shouldn’t hurt this much. 

“Oh, hell yeah! A hot piece of ass like Mr. Evans reading sonnet 18 is exactly what I signed up for in English class this year.” Some girls in front of you giggle quietly.

“I know right?! Gosh, he’s really fucking dreamy.”

You can’t help when you roll your eyes at them, anger bubbling inside of you instantly. 

He’s not a piece of meat, jeez! 

To be fair, though, you treated him the same to some degree. But still, it didn’t mean hearing other girls talk about him like that wasn’t just absolutely...ugh!

Without thinking it, you lean forward and tap them on the shoulder. They turn to you, startled. 

“Sorry to break it to you girls. But I’m pretty sure you’re not his type.” You pain a fake-sympathetic smile on your face. 

They frown at you and one of them raises an indignant brow at you. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she hisses.

The other one grins wickedly, looking at him like he’s a meal she can’t wait to get her needy claws on. “Yeah! What do I not have that he would want? Need.” She gestures “subtly” to her breast.

You fight back the urge to gag.

Smirking a little you lean back in your seat, shrugging. “Nothing personal girls. But I’m assuming you’re kind of lacking in the penis area, am I right?”

Both girls look confused for a few seconds before it dawns on them what you mean and like magic, their faces light up with realization. They gasp, horrified, and with suddenly red faces, awkwardly turn back to their work.

You snicker quietly to yourself and turn back to your own work. That’s when Mr. Evans begins speaking.

His voice is soothing as hell. And if hearing him talk was fascinating, hearing him read out loud was for sure like hearing angels sing into your ear.

The words rolled so easily off his tongue that it was hard to imagine he wasn’t the one who wrote the poem instead of Shakespeare.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

You’re completely entranced by him reading this poem, your head resting on your hand and your elbow on your desk as you subconsciously lean in closer.

It was like the poem was made specifically for him to read...to you.

 The words and his voice danced and twirled beautifully into the empty space of the classroom, creating a fluid and swift execution of an intricate tango. The picture of grace and perfection before they completely dance into your ears, blessing them.

Your heart skips a beat as he briefly looks up, probably feeling your utterly obvious gaze on him and causing your gazes to clash against eachother.

He keeps reading the poem softly but you can’t be imagining his voice dropping just a bit when your gazes met. His eyes intensifying, locking in on you. Only you. And he doesn’t stop looking at you throughout the entirety of the poem. It might sound nutty, but...it’s almost like he can’t.

It would seem neither of you can look away. Hell, you couldn’t even move a muscle. It’s as if his eyes were keeping you trapped in place with their inex-fucking-plicable power over your everything. Unwavering, magnetic, and far too bewitching for you to even attempt to look elsewhere. 

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go.

Vulnerable. He made you feel vulnerable without doing much of anything, really. 

Dangerous. It was dangerous,

You didn’t think you minded either way. The intense magnetism between you two was undeniable and exhilarating and you wanted more of it. More of the high he offered as your very own drug. More of him.

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

You’re so dazed by the intensity of the moment that you barely notice when the class begins clapping, ruining the moment as he finally looks away. You instantly deflate at the loss of the weight his heated gaze offered, releasing a big breath of relief or disappointment. It’s hard to tell.

Your heart is thumping so loudly, you hear it pounding in your ears.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Loud and clear and constant. A bold reminder of the power a mere glance from Mr. Evans has over you much less that combined with him reading you a love poem.

You really were screwed with this crush.

The rest of the class period drags on torturously long. The more he talked about how love was “the purest part of the human soul” the more pain you felt stabbing you in the chest. It was simply a constant reminder that you could never have him. 

You just wanted to escape from there as soon as possible.

Which is exactly why when the bell rung, you didn’t hesitate to shove all your things into your bag messily, hoist it on, and get up to leave with the rest of your classmates.

You were not going to face him. Not today. Not tomorrow and certainly not the day after.

In fact, you were going to successfully avoid him the rest of the-

“Ms. Y/l/n! Can you hang back for a bit please?”

Shit.

You pause your quick advances toward the door abruptly at the sound of his voice and wince, squeezing your eyes shut.

There was no longer a doubt in your mind that the universe really was conspiring against you today.

The rest of the class finishes flooding out and the door closes. The room is silent for a few seconds before you turn around slowly, eyes trained on your old worn-out converse.

His shoes come into view as he approaches you and you suck in a sharp breath, instinctively stepping away from him. When you hesitantly look up at him, he seems a bit hurt at your reluctance to have him close.

Guilty, you smile at him, your voice soft. “Mr. Evans. You needed something?”

He purses his lips. “Can we...talk about Friday?

Oh no. Your stomach drops. You’re a bit taken aback by his straightforwardness at first because you thought he'd beat around the bush a bit before actually saying it, but apparently, you were wrong. 

The mere mention of the kiss brings memories of it flooding back and you can't help but blush aggressively which instantly reminds you of how much he said he liked your blush and that only causes your blush to intensify even more.

You suspect what he’s going to tell you and before he can get a word out and you’d rather spare yourself the pain. 

Forcing a small chuckle, you shake your head lightly at him. “What is there to talk about Mr. Evans? I know was a mistake and I won’t tell anyone about it so you don’t have to worry about a word coming out of my mouth. As far as I’m concerned, nothing happened Friday.”

He sighs heavily at your words, puffing his cheeks frustratedly. 

You’re a bit confused by the initial reaction he’s offered because isn’t he supposed to be relieved that you’re offering to forget it? He seems...upset. 

But that confusion completely disappears and is replaced by itself, only a thousand times bigger when he abruptly throws his head back and begins to laugh hysterically.

...What the fuck? 

You’re startled at first but also just fail to see what’s so humorous about this very serious topic. You frown up at him. “W-what’s so funny?”

He laughs a full-blown belly laugh for a little more before taking a deep breath and bringing his gaze at level with yours.

“Nothing. Everything. You. This.”

And then he throws his head back again and laughs even harder than before, his entire body shaking with the loud rumbles of that beautiful but bewildering laugh of his, his smile wide and his eyes screwed shut in delight. 

You’re so confused by his reaction if not a little offended. Why was what happened between you two...funny?

You awkwardly wait until he’s calmed down again. 

He smiles a little at you and despite yourself, you can’t help it when your chest grows warm at the sight. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Don’t think I’m making light of the situation, it’s just...” he sighs heavily through his nose and his smile unexpectedly falls, his handsome face scrunching into a small frown. 

“Do you really think it was a mistake?” 

His voice is significantly lower than normal as he asks this question and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he almost looks...disappointed. But why? He couldn't possibly care that you’d practically said that kiss was never meant to happen, right?

Again, where was that relief he was supposed to be feeling?

At the question, you shrug lightly and gulp down the painful lump in your throat.

“O-of course. We were both very emotional and it was a heat-of-the-moment thing, r-right?” 

You mentally wince at how doubtful of your own words you sound. You’re supposed to sound like you mean it.

Although in your defense, he was making you very unsettled with the scrutinizing look he was giving you. It was like he was watching out for something from you. Words that he’d been hoping to find if he dissected the ones you did give him enough. 

Something he apparently didn’t accomplish because in the next second he begins to slowly step closer to you, his strides slow and cautious, like he was scared you’d bolt if he made any sudden moves. His eyes are trained steadily on your own and your breath hitches at the sheer force of his gaze. It’s shifted from scrutinizing to straight up piercing. 

That darkness from before, it was back and swaying like live flames inside those eyes you absolutely adored.

He looked wild and untamed. Absolutely feral. 

A look you hated to admit you missed on him.

Your stomach churns with anticipation when you feel his breath warm and cinnamony fanning across your flushed cheeks and lips. 

He tilts his head slightly to the side so that his nose brushes softly against your neck, caressing it, and then he smirks against the sensitive skin a little. 

You barely stifle a gasp at the sensation as your eyes snap shut.

“Are you sure that’s all it was?” he rasps so desperately and quietly, you have to fight against your own rapidly beating heart to hear him. 

“Yes,” you breath so embarrassingly out of breath that you can’t help but blush insistingly. 

He hums. “Mhm.” Then he lifts his head so that he’s looking directly into your eyes again and your noses are brushing against eachother. His eyes are darker now, but somehow sharper in their focus. He’s watching you like you’re prey and he wants to eat you. And this time you don’t feel unsettled at all, just...turned on. 

You really liked this part of him. This animal-like nature that came to the surface when it was only you two alone. He was always so in-control and calm. Seeing him lose that made you aggressively throb in places far too filthy to be mentioned. 

Your lips are a mere centimeter away and you’re softly panting on him. You’re also sure he can hear your heart going crazy, as the tips of your breasts brush against his muscular chest just enough to give you a taste of his warmth and have you craving more.

His scent is as absolutely delectable as you remembered and you’ve never wanted to do something as bad as you wanted to kiss him right now. 

“Mr. Evans...” you almost whine against his soft lips. 

He smiles knowingly, his long lashes fluttering against your skin. “Yes?” 

The thing you wanted to claim so badly was right. In. Front. Of. You. Willing. Soft and pink and wet and warm and right there, less than an inch away. His lips were practically already on you, you just had to make that one little move and scratch the itch that’s been tormenting you endlessly. 

You close your eyes tightly and press your forehead to his just a bit, inhaling his scent deeply and just staying close to him, feeling his warmth radiating on you. Reveling in the peace and equal adrenaline rush being this near him gave you.

You let it sink into you. The storm brewing in the calm. You and him standing in the eye of the hurricane whilst chaos reigns all around you. 

Neither of you makes the move to kiss the other though. Neither was daring enough to do what you wanted to so badly. 

“I want to do it again,” he finally whispers, his voice straining. Almost like it physically pained him to say it.  

You almost forget you have a voice, too lost in the moment. 

“Do what?” 

He smiles a bit coyly, breathing the words to you like they were a secret no one but you was meant to hear. 

“Kiss you.” 

You stomach curls up and you swear you pant even harder. 

“Shit,” you release defeatedly against him because...shit!

He wanted to kiss you again. The kiss from before wasn’t a mistake to him and he wanted to do it again. 

Kissing those perfect plump pink lips of his was the only thing you wanted right now and perhaps forever. God, you really fucking wanted it. More than you’ve ever wanted anything. 

...But it was wrong. And shit. You couldn’t do that, no matter how much you fucking ached for it.

It takes all your goddamn strength but you manage to break away from him, stepping back and creating considerable distance between you two. 

Immediately, every atom in your body screams in protest at the loss of warmth.

“We can’t,” your voice cracks and even though you know it’s fucking wrong, a small part of you hopes and prays that he’ll refuse. That he’ll kiss you and revive every fiber of your body that’s been dormant since he’d last done so. That he’ll intoxicate you with his lips and give finally give you your fix of him.  

Opening his eyes at your words and blinking slowly, he releases a big breath. He pauses for a second before forcing out a small, strained laugh that tugs at your heartstrings in the worst ways possible. He rubs his face harshly then runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Fuck I- yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, sweetheart. That was way out of line. I just-” 

You cut his flustered explanations off softly, hoping the pain in your voice doesn’t become apparent to him. 

“It’s fine Mr. Evans, really. What happened Friday will never happen again and we don’t have to talk about it. Now if you’ll excuse me...” 

And then you turn on your heels and walk away before he can respond.

*

This was wrong. All wrong.

You were sitting at lunch, as per usual, a big plate of fries and ketchup sitting in front of you, but you weren’t eating. Just twirling the sauce you’d poured aside with a golden fry around.

Your thoughts were focused solely on the events of this morning. He’d wanted to kiss you again and if you were being completely honest, your very reluctant turning down of the idea didn’t mean that you weren’t only a mere centimeter away from doing exactly what he was asking. 

The thought that the door wasn’t locked and anyone could catch you any second hadn’t even occurred to you until after you walked away which only proved how obscured your senses became when you were near him. How much he made you forget your own fucking name without even putting a finger on you. 

Your legs were wobbly and your breath came in short pants, hear racing inside your chest. 

It was pathetic and ridiculous and you didn’t mind it one bit. Not really. 

He seemed to only like this with you. 

Or at least as far as you could tell. I mean, it wasn’t like you knew much about his personal life aside from what the gossipers in your small town whispered amongst themselves and the stories he’d told you from his college years, which only made you even more curious about him. You had so many things you didn’t know about him and it was driving you crazy. 

 Maybe there was someone else he was like this with. Maybe he was like this with his ex-wife.

Your mind reels at the thought and you wonder what he might’ve been like before she died. What did she look like? How did they meet? 

It hadn’t occurred to you how before who he was when he was with someone he loves- loved.

As far as you knew, she’d died in an accident in the place Mr. Evans was originally from. Illinois, if you remember correctly. You had no idea what kind of accident it was that’d tragically taken her life, but he must’ve been utterly devastated.

Just thinking about him mourning someone he loved so much made your chest squeeze painfully.

“Hey,” Margo mumbles, her hand abruptly pulling you from your thoughts as it taps your own.

You look up at her, startled. “Huh?”

She smiles a bit concernedly. “You okay hun? You seem a bit distracted.”

You force a small smile, simply hating having to lie to your best friend. “Yeah..yeah! I’m good, just a bit tired.”

She raises an unconvinced brow at you but doesn’t probe you further which you’re eternally grateful to her for. 

“Ok, then...” she sing-songs, clearly not buying your lies.

Then her expression completely shifts and she grins excitedly, practically bouncing on her seat. “You heard about the party this weekend?” 

You nibble on your fry distractedly, raising a brow at her. “What party?”

Margo rolls her eyes, looking at you incredulously. 

“I swear to God- dude! Legit everyone knows about the pool party at Jenna Miller’s freaking mansion this weekend!” 

You snort, shrugging. “Not me.” 

She facepalms, shaking her head disappointedly before raising her head to the heavens. “God? Why did you make such an oblivious human being my best friend?” 

You laugh and lean over, playfully slapping her arm. “Hey!”

She chuckles but then turns stern. “No, but seriously, you need to come out of that rock you live under every once in a while, dude. A bunch of people were invited. Us included.” She grins widely. As if the fact was utterly the best thing ever. 

You snort again, popping another fry into your mouth. 

“No,” you drag the word out, looking at her with a smirk. “You were invited and I’m just your baggage.”

Her grin falls and she clicks her tongue. “That was once!”

“No, that’s every time because you actually go out and socialize and are pretty and popular. I, on the other hand, am a socially-anxious, under-cooked potato,” you deadpan. 

At that, she doesn’t respond. Even though you can practically see her straining to  You smirk triumphantly. 

“Exactly.”

She purses her lips sassily. “We’re going.” 

“No, we’re not.” 

She raises her brows and speaks as if to a toddler. “Yes, we are.” 

“Nope,” You retort easily. 

“Yes.”

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“No!” 

“Yes!”

“No!” 

She slams her hand on the table and you practically jump out of your own skin, startled. 

“Y/n,” she growls. “We’re going to that party or so help me God I will run to Mr. Evans’s room right now to tell him exactly how much it is you want him to insert his you-know-what in your you-know-what!” 

You gape at her for a few seconds, observing her sharp glared, tightly pursed lips, flared nostrils, and flushed cheeks. 

“O-okay,” you finally squeak out. 

And just like that, ecstatic Margo is back. She squeals loudly and you wince at the shrill sound as she leans over, gripping your hand tightly in hers and shaking you harshly back and forth. 

“Omg! Yasssss! We’re gonna get us some DICK!” 

You can’t help it when you burst out in laughter at her antics. 

“Oh my-” you wheeze. “What the fuck?” 

She smiles innocently, even though the mischevious glint in her eyes contradict that smile completely. “Just kidding.” 

Before the conversation falls off-track completely and goes straight into an entire sex-talk thing, you decide to steer clear and move it elsewhere, choosing to mention the fact that you had nothing to wear. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Margo with it, but you weren’t a big fan of “sex talks”. It was weird for you, a girl who was surrounded by girls who only wanted to talk about sex but had never even masturbated.

Not because you couldn’t or because you were raised in a really religious setting that forbade you from doing so or whatever, but because you were saving all of that for someone special. 

And yes, people made fun of you for it. Constantly. Especially Margo. 

For a really long time, she teased you about you wanting to save yourself for the right guy. It took a while for someone as sexually liberated as her to understand that your virginity meant a lot to you, more than it did to her at least. She lost it at fifteen and had been sexually active since, like many girls you knew. 

The thing was, Margo had admitted that she rushed into it, wanting simply to be devirginized and begin exploring her sexuality as soon as possible. Which was completely okay by all accounts, and she didn’t seem to mind all that much that that was how it went for her, except it sort of deromanticized the whole experience and something about that terrified you. 

It wasn’t even about getting married to do it, (although if that’s what it took for you to be sure, you’d be willing.) it was simply about who you were doing it with. You were always taught to cherish your virginity because it was a gift and you don’t just give gifts away. 

You’ve heard so many girls that, unlike Margo, aren’t as unbothered by losing it to some stranger or asshole because they were in a rush to get it over with and it breaks your heart because they’ll have to live with that for the rest of their lives. 

You didn’t want to regret it the same way they had. 

You want the guy you have your first time with to value that it was your first time. 

But now having done anything didn’t mean your imagination was anything short of huge and filthy. No. Because the things you dreamt about Mr. Evans and you at night alone in your bed were extremely....creative. 

Your mind ran wild with fantasies that involved him climbing through your window and- no. Nope. Not going there here. 

It was like he could invade every aspect of your life without even being in it and slowly but surely it was driving you crazy. 

“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun!” Margo ceases your dirty train of thought with a loud squeal. “I can’t wait!”

You smile a bit nervously but doubt she notices in the daze of her own excitement. “Yeah. Me neither...”

Read Chapter Seven Here!!

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I can’t wait either!! 

Also, I know I said shit was gonna go down in this chapter, but I kinda lied...IT’S GOING DOWN IN THE NEXT ONE AND OH MY GOD IS IT GOING TO BE FANTASTIC!!!

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[reylo-is-strong-in-this]

My First Reylo Smut!!

Part 2: https://reylo-is-strong-in-this.tumblr.com/post/169250713749/part-2-of-that-reylo-smut-i-wrote-stay

OMG!! I did it! I actually wrote it in one hour!!!

This is my first straight smut in my existence on this earth, so please proceed with that in mind.

I know it’s gonna be weird, but I have absolutely no clue how straight lemon works, so…yeah, I hope you enjoy it.

Warning!: Explicit content(I guess?), A little teeny tiny bit of not so vanilla smut, but I really wouldn’t say it’s a BDSM. It’s just…Not really vanilla. So if it’s not your cup of tea, please don’t read it.

As usual, english is not my native language, please excuse my grammar and spellings.

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Rey knew she shouldn’t be doing this. “Yes, Ben. Yes, harder!” She moaned as her hand roaming all over her body. The scavenger closed her eyes and pictured the firm, large hands exploring her while those dark eyes kept staring at her lustful ones. It was wrong on so many level, but at the moment it just felt right to picture him to be the one to take her, claim her, make her felt like she belong to him and only him. “Yes, Maker. BEN!” “What? What’s wrong? Oh-“ She screamed, dragged the blanket  up to cover her partially clothed body. The Supreme Leader was standing right at the foot of her bed, his eyes widened, mouth hung open in surprise. Rey looked away, couldn’t bear the fact that he had seen a glimpse of what she was doing. “Get out!” “You know it doesn’t work that way.” Kylo Ren regained his composure, crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at the girl in the bed. “So, what do we have here?” “I hate you!” She still kept her eyes firmly on the wall, didn’t dare to meet his eyes. “Oh, I would have to disagree on that.”His voice teasing. “Come on, Rey. It’s natural. There is nothing wrong with, well, letting off some steam.” He shrugged, sitting down on her bed and chuckled when she flinched. “In fact, I think I can help you out with your…task at hand.” “You are not getting anything about the resistance from me this way.” She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, Rey. How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t care about any of them.” He leaned closer, his face only inches from her. “I just want to help you out the goodness of my heart.” “Did you really just say that?” Rey raised her eyebrow. “Beside, you actually sounded pretty….arousing.” “Shut up, Ben.” She blushed, tucked at the blanket to make sure it was secured. “It wouldn’t do to have a lovely lady experience such an unsatisfying evening if I can do anything about it.” His hand places firmly on her thigh, even with the blanket between them Rey still felt a tingling sensation from where he was touching her. Kylo grinned when he saw something shifted in her eyes. “Think of it as a break from the war. You have done so much for your…whatever it is these people are to you, you deserve this.” He coaxed. “And what’s in it for you?” Rey asked suspiciously. “Aside from getting to have you the way I’ve always fantasized about since we met? Well, I had pretty rough day chasing after you guys. I could use a little break too.” He tilted his head, his hand moved up her thigh. “So?” “Urgh! Fine! Just get it over with!” She rolled her eyes. “This doesn’t change anything between us.” “We’ll see.” Kylo chuckled, and yanked the blanket away from her and threw it on the floor. “Hey!” Her hands flew to cover her partially exposed breasts. Kylo licked his lips at the sight. “Which one of us were you fantasizing about? That boy you still foolishly believe is somewhere inside me? Or the monster you tried so desperately not to care about?” “I-” She bit her lower lips, looked down to avoid looking at him, but Kylo refused to be ignored. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head back up. “Which one is it?” “Um-” She flushed, and that was more than enough for him. “Who would have thought? Your master would be disappointed.” Kylo smirked, and before she knew it, he grabbed her wrists with the force and bound them on to the bedsheets, exposing parts of her breasts that slipped from her clothes. “Ben, wha-” “If we are going to do this, you might as well call me Kylo.” He did the same thing to her legs, and now Rey was bound on her own bed with no escape. “Don’t look at me like that.” Kylo said, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the view. “You knew how weak these are, you could easily rip it if you want to.” His bare hand ghosted along her face. “But I truly hope it wouldn’t come to that.” “Be- Kylo, I- I don’t know what to do, I’ve never done this before.” The scavenger confessed softly, almost as if she was whispering. Kylo just smiled. “To be honest, I have no clue what to do either.” He took off his cape, never broke eyes contact with her. “But I think I’m pretty good at letting my primal instinct takeover.” “What do you me- Oh…” She let out a surprised sound when the hands she had always fantasized about ripped off her shirt like it was made from paper. Kylo admired her beautiful body, her toned stomach, and her fully exposed breasts with his hungry eyes. Somehow, the way he stared at her made Rey felt even more aroused than touching herself. “You are so perfect.” She heard him whispered, more to himself than her. He decide to leave her pants on for the time being and cupped those perfect breasts in his hands. “They are so soft.” “Maker, please, stop talking.” She whined, trying to cover up her breasts with he hands but they are still securely tied to the bedsheets. “As you wish.” He said, and took one of the cute little buds in his mouth, his tongue swirling, teasing around the base and made her writhed under his large frame. “Yes, oh..” She moaned, digging her nailed into the bed. She felt the corner of his mouth lifted, and the bastard decided to torture her even more by flicking her other nipple. “Force, Kylo! Stop teasing me! I have a meeting in one hour!” She shut her mouth as soon as she slipped, telling the Supreme Leader about the Resistance meeting was not a good thing to do. But neither did sleeping with one. “Wow, maybe I really should change my interrogating methods with you.” He teased after finally let her poor sensitized bud go with a pop. One hand traveled down to her still-intacted pants, ghosting over the clothed womanhood. “You are already wet? Oh, that’s right. You WERE thinking of me.”Kylo looked so smug she just wanted to punch him in the face. “Kylo, please.” Instead, she begged. She arched herself to get closer to his hand, to feel that delicious friction he wouldn’t let her experience. Kylo just laughed, and pulled his hand away further. “Somebody it hungry.” “Kylo! I swear I will chopped you into million pieces if you don’t do something right now!” She threatened him while trying hopelessly to feel his hand on her again. “Now, that is not the way to ask someone for help, is it?” He cupped her chin in his hand, mischief clear in his eyes. “What do you want me to do?” She gritted her teeth, pretending to be irritated by it, but she knew that he could sense her arousal through their bond. “How about you show my how much do you need my help?” Suddenly she was free. Kylo was sitting on the side of her bed, patting the space between his leg with an evil grin. “Come on. Show me what you got.” She rolled her eyes, but it wouldn’t be fair for him if she didn’t return the favor. Still in her pants, Rey stood up from her bed and walked toward the waiting man, dropping on her knees in front of him and dealt with that ridiculously high waist pants as fast as she can. “R’iia!” She exclaimed when she finally saw what she signed up for. Kylo smirked proudly. “Too much for the last Jedi in the galaxy to handle?” “That’s a bold thing to say to someone who can literally bite that off right now, you know?” She shot back, feeling a little bit satisfied when she saw him paled for a second. Then, carefully, she stuck her tongue out and gave it an experimental lick. She felt Kylo shuddered, and it was one of the most satisfying thing she had ever felt. She continued to ran her tongue along the length, swirling around the tip, noticed the erection twisted in respond. “Force, Rey…” Kylo growled. She giggled and tried to wrap her tiny mouth around it, just to see the Jedi Killer reaction, but she started to choke half way through and had to pull away. “S- sorry.” She coughed. “Don’t worry. I actually enjoyed watching you try.” He replied and used to force to pull her up onto his lap, straddling him with only her pants keeping their bare skin from touching. “Ready for your reward?” “Maker, yes!” As if afraid he was going to pull away. Rey started to move her hips, grinding herself on his lap without hesitation, hoping it would be enough to make him end her suffering. “I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.” He chuckled with a shaking voice, clearly affected by her afford. “But it would be a shame if I let you finish this way.” “Wha- NO!” She cried when she felt the force lifted her off his lap, but soon gasped when she felt her pants pulled off her body, and Kylo, who was lying on the bed with the hungriest look she had ever seen, lowered her onto him, straddling his face. “Oh- OH!!!” She cried out when she felt a hot tongue running along her folds, swirling and sucking at her sweet spot until her leg was trembling. She practically sobbed when she felt his tongue inside her, claiming her for the first time. “Yes, Kylo, more!” she wiggled her hips in respond to his exploration. It felt dos good, so right…. And yet, not enough. Rey felt his hands cupping, squeezing her breasts once again. His calloused hands planting firmly on her soft breasts. She put her hands over his, chanting his name as if she was singing a song. “Kylo!Kylo!Ah-” She was flipped onto the bed, lying on her back while Kylo grabbed her ankles to keep them apart, his tongue still deep inside her, making her writhed and  moaned under him. Rey was nothing but a sobbing mess when he finally pulled away, placing her trembling legs on either sides of his shoulders and lining himself to her entrance. Then he paused. “What now?!” Rey asked impatiently, temping to just hop on his lap and get it over with. “I remember my mother saying something about what to do when having sex, but Lu- Skywalker told her it wasn’t necessary because Jedis couldn’t have sex.” “Seriously? You are thinking about your mother?!” Rey loved Leia to bits, but it was really not a good time. “Sorry. Might not be important.” He shrugged, and slammed into her without any warning. “OH FORCE!!” She screamed, gave him a delicious moan each time he thrust into her. He watched her small breasts bounced slightly from his movement with lustful eyes, and took one of them into his mouth again, hand teasing another. Rey arched her back, ending desperately to be closer to him, her hands tucked at his hair and kept him from abandoning her breasts. “You are perfect, so perfect.” He mumbled against her soft breasts, and decided to flipped her over one last time, Rey sobbed out the most delicious sound when he took her from behind, clawing on all four as he slammed into her hard. “Rey? Are you still sleeping? The meeting started in ten minutes.” Finn’s voice asked from behind the door. Rey froze, but unfortunately, Kylo didn’t seem to care to stop. “Ah- Yes! I’ll- be there.”  She answered, hoping her voice was not as shaky as she heard. “Come on, Finn. Let’s go.” She heard Poe dragged Finn away from her door. Bless that man. “Ah!” She screamed out when suddenly the man picked up the rhythm, trying desperately to match his movement. “That’s for thinking about other man when I am inside you.” He whispered, ramming into her passion and jealousy that made Rey want to cry with unrelieved tension. He was driving her to the edge, but he wouldn’t let her go. “Tell me. Do you think of them when you touch yourself? Any of them? Both of them? Have you ever think of anyone but me doing this to you?” “No! Maker, no!” She sobbed out. “You. Only you.” She could never imagine doing this with someone else. He felt perfect inside her. He felt so right. “Really?” He sounded genuinely surprised. Rey grunted impatiently, and Kylo responded by planting kisses on her shoulder. “Then you will have your reward.” Tears streaming down her eyes when she felt him filling her. It was the best feeling she had ever felt in her entire existence. “I- meeting, I need shower.” She mumbled, staggered off the bed into the fresher with wobbling legs. When she was finally done with herself, Rey walked out of her refresher to  see Kylo still lying on her bed, naked as the day he was born. “Don’t you have something to put on? A cowl or something.” She blushed, but wouldn’t stop staring at his body. How in the name of R’iia can that thing fit inside her? “Why do i have to put it on? You’ll come back soon, right?” He raised his eyebrow. “Wait, you are saying…” She swallowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He shrugged, but the look on his face told her he knew exactly what her answer would be. “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, and all but ran out of her own room.

//One month Later//

“Ben!” Kylo jumped from his working desk in his quarters. The Supreme Leader turned to see his…to be honest, he didn’t know what she was to him either…standing right behind him. She was…pissed?troubled?upset?excited? Her emotions were all over the place, but when he left her last night she was sleeping peacefully after their…session, so he didn’t know what was going on. “What is it? Are you hurt? Is my mother all right?” He has no clue why he asked about his mother, but it seemed to make Rey’s eyes soften. “No, I’m sorry I startled you. It just-” She bit her bottom lip. Kylo stood up from his chair and stepped closer to her, pull his little sand rat into his embrace and caressing he swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “Whatever it is. You can tell me. I promise I will do everything in my power to help.” He assured her. Rey sighed and look up to meet his eyes. “Remember when you said Leia had told you to do something when you have sex?” He cringed. It wasn’t the proudest moment of his life. “As much as it pains me to say, yes, I remember.” “Well, turns out it was a little more important than we thought.” She looked at him awkwardly. “How much more important?” He asked. He still couldn’t remember would his mother was trying to tell him before Luke interrupt her. “About a human baby size?” Rey blurted out, looking at him like she was trying to predict his response. At that moment, Kylo Ren, the Jedi killer, Master of the knights of Ren, the Supreme Leader of the First Order, and the most powerful man in the galaxy, just fainted in his pregnant enemy’s arms.

The end.

[linoholic]

Neighbour!Ten

Requested: kind of,,,,?

Pairing: NCT U Ten (Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul) x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: minor references to drugs, smoking and sex. Literally. They are mentioned once.

OK, so I asked @chittafont for inspiration for a Ten fic because I really wanted to write for him, and she suggested biker Ten, and this is what I came up with. (Hi, yes, 'tis me, the anon.) Anyway, this is a kinda bad boy but not really, neighbour Ten au. Though...it doesn't really have much of that either....

It is shorter than usual, a drabble more than anything really, but a part two could be possible if people like this

Ok, so Ten

He is known as a 'bad boy' around town

He has an intense stare, that has a lot of guys, gals and non binary pals weak at the knees

His style just screams 'I am way cooler than you so don't bother'

Just think 7th sense, the hair, clothes, general vibe etc

He has an enormous friend group who are just as intimidating as him

Especially his roommate and bestie for life Johnny, who has a resting bitch face and is like 10 feet tall

He also has a motorcycle

It was the first thing he bought with money that he himself earned, and it is his baby

Quite literally

He calls it baby and it is, sorry, she is the cleanest thing he owns

He doesn't wash his hands, and his room is a jungle, but god forbid a speck of dirt tarnish Baby

And so he is heartbroken when one morning, it just won't start

So there he is, pouting and whining to Johnny who is just tired and wants sleep

And this is the scene you come across

You had just arrived back at the apartment complex, having just walked your dog, when you spot the two in the parking lot

And what a sight it is

You recognise them as the two who share a flat on the floor below you

You have never spoken to them

They are quite intimidating(ly handsome) after all, and every now and then you hear rumours regarding the group of friends

About drugs, shoplifting, and all the general stuff people associate with bad boys

And while you tend to ignore these rumours, not really believing one word of them, you never had a reason to approach either of them

Right now however, with the shorter one (Ten, you think) hanging off the taller (must be Johnny) ones arm, with the cutest pout on his face, you can't help but think that the rumours are most definitely wrong

And when you hear something about a bike not working, probably the one Ten? is staring at sadly, you decide to take the chance to approach the men

Because, as luck would have it, you know a thing or two about engines

Well, more than a thing or two considering you are actually a mechanic

You uncle owns a chop shop that you would visit often after school, and soon enough, a simple hobby and time passer turned into a passion of yours, which lead you to becoming what one would call a grease monkey and getting the job you have today, at a garage in the city of Seoul

And so you approach the two, you dog trailing behind you, and call out "do you need some help?"

That gets both of their attention

Ten twirls around to look at you, calling out a "hey y/n!" with the brightest smile you have ever seen on someone

You are a little taken back because yes, while he is generally a really handsome guy, that smile of his could cure cancer

You immediately compose yourself though, coming to stand before them and asking what the problem was

To which Ten starts off rambling about how "Baby won't start for me"

You wave bye to Johnny, who gives Ten an exasperated sigh but fond look before heading back inside

When it is only you and Ten (and your dog)

You interrupt him, saying "I could look at it if you are OK with that? I work at a garage you see."

Ten looks at you with big hopeful eyes, putting his hands together as if pleading, and says "Really? Could you? Please?"

Laughing, you just hand for dogs lead to him, and he moves out of the way, giving you space

Going over to him bike, you roll up your sleeves and bend down, starting to give it the normal once over to check everything is as it should be

It takes a tiny bit longer than it usually would have though, as you keep getting distracted

You keep taking glances over at the Thai boy, because damn he looks good

He has a red bandana on his head, and a playful smile on his face as he coos at your pup, who is loving the belly rubs she is getting

(Ten with dogs is a concept y'all)

There is definitely more to this 'bad boy' than most people realise

However, what you don't realise is hat just as much as you are looking at him, Ten is sneaking peeks at you

Here you are, his very cute upstairs neighbour, with a concentrated look on your face, arms looking good with the sleeves rolled up, and hair a little messy from the wind that morning, working on his baby

It is, in his words, very hot

Finally, you find the problem

It is nothing major, just a loose connection in the ignition circuit that is a quick and simple fix

You stand up, stretching out your cramped legs, and motion for Ten to try and start the bike up

And so he does

And would ya look at that

Before you know it, a deep rumbling of an engine is echoing through the lot

Ten cheers in excitement, doing a little celebratory shimmy, your dog barking and jumping along with him

You laugh as Ten gives you a big thank you

In fact, he says thank you about a million times, in what seems to be a different language each time

And then you try to wave him off as he tries to offer you something in thanks

He won't take no for an answer though, and so in the end you agree to his offer of pizza at his place that night

And so you stand there and watch as he pulls on a leather jacket and his helmet

(You really want to reprimand him for not wearing the proper leathers)

And he gives you one last amazing smile, before you are left alone in the parking lot, the sound of the bike soon fading into silence

The rest of the day is spent normally

And as the evening draws near, you start to get ready to go down a floor

And soon enough, you are sitting in Johnny and Ten's apartment, with the two boys beside you, all three of you on the edge of your seats with pizza boxes strewn across the coffee table, watching a horror movie

(Ten is in the middle of you and Johnny, using you both as a shield)

And when the movie has finished, the three of you sit there chatting

And you kinda wish you had made an effort to get to know these boys before today, because they are hilarious

Johnny shows you his parrot imitation, and you find out Ten can dance, to which he copies the demon from the movie, and does this weird back bend thing (you know the one, from Hit the Stage)

And you don't know whether to be creeped out or turned on by the smirk he gives you

As time passes, johnny has to leave for his late night job (he is a radio DJ apparently) and it is only you and Ten left

You carry on talking, finding out a lot about each other

He talks about his family, and his home country, and his friends

And you talk about you dog, your job and life

You are pretty sure you would call yourselves friends now, instead of mere neighbours

Which turns out to be true when you find yourself at the boys' place half the time, and them at yours the other half (usually scrounging for food, or avoiding  constant moans about tidying their flat)

You also get to ride Ten's precious baby

He often gives you rides when you need them

And well....let's just say that his bike isn't the only thing you end up riding....

Requests are open

[namjoonchronicles]

little | nj

↪pairing: namjoon x you ↪ author’s note: happy birthday, husband! I hope you stay amazing, and continue to bless us with your music, and poise and grace. There’s literally no one else on this world that could make me swoon the way you do. I love you, Kim Namjoon. /muah/

What a pretty set of teeth. Namjoon gushes over old snippets of you while riding the bus. 

The heavy traffic didn't bother him one bit, although he was impatient to meet his love on this good day. Sun was out, sky is clear blue, just celebrating it with him. He gave up his seat since the last stop, to a senior citizen who smiled adoringly back at him as she gathers her groceries in her lap. "Where are you off to, young man?" She asked.

"Meeting my girlfriend." He proudly say. His dimples show as he bowed as a sign of respect. One look at him and people would acknowledge how well he's been raised. That's just how he is. Not an ounce of pretense ellicit from him. Namjoon is pure and kind. And he's in love. It shows all over his face. His thumb skims through the list of videos in the gallery he specifically named; Moon Child. If he had to choose his favourite videos of you, he would pick the one you shot while you were in Bangkok, that goes:

"I don't know where I am." A worried look across your face was so adorable to Namjoon. "I think I've been down this street a few minutes ago, and faces are starting to look the same. I'm panicking. I am never, ever, ever going on a vacation without my navigator ever again. Namjoon, if I'm booking a flight without you, you may stop me." The sighs that left your mouth was so cute, Namjoon felt his heart melting at every passing second of that video of you being lost. You had the habit of biting your lips when you get nervous and it makes Namjoon a complete fool for you. The video ended 15 seconds later.

"What do you mean, what are we talking about." You scowled at your phone while nephew is knocking down a tower of tissue boxes in the mart. And on the phone was Jimin, who sounded relatively calm and composed compared to you, "You know, I can't make a choice. Theses are all really good..." Your attentions on Jimin was fading away as your throat goes dry to the side of Taegi (your nephew) climbing into a freezer as you try to clean up after him, "...hold on, Jimin--Taegi! Taegi, you stop right now. Get down from there..." You growled from afar, sandwiching the phone in between your ear and shoulders.

"A choice for what, Jimin..." You huffed into the phone and snatched Taegi by his waist and he gurgled. "The gift. Namjoon-hyung's birthday gift. It's his birthday today." Jimin exclaimed, tilting his plastic cup to get a sip and before he could listen to your respond, the call ended. By you. "Majestic timing, really." You rolled your head back, letting go of Taegi. Will he hate you for not preparing anything? You should have checked the calendars before you blindly agree on the baby-sitting. "Taegi, don't lick the floor. Don't eat that, it's not food! Taegi!" You hissed.

Carrying a bag of groceries and holding Taegi's hand, you saw Namjoon at your door, sitting by the doorsill, playing with his phone. You slapped a smile on your face when he turned his gaze on you, while standing up. He towered above you, planting  a sweet kiss on your forehead while you defended yourself in a hurry, "I didn't forget..." To which Namjoon responded by biting his smile, picking Taegi up from the floor and into his arms, like it was the most normal thing to do. "Umm, yes you did. And it's fine." He planted another kiss on your temple and unlocked the doors for you. "You could have go in, why wait outside." The paper bug ruffles at every movement you made as you followed Namjoon from behind.

"...It's rude to enter a house without the owner." Namjoon passed. Taegi gave Namjoon a lollipop full of his saliva. He's probably had enough of it and if you think Namjoon would throw it away like other normal people would when kids hands them things, you were wrong. Because Namjoon gladly took them in his mouth and puts Taegi down. Taegi, your three year-old nephew flops down into the couch with the rest of his stuffed toys, cuddling as if he hadn't just trashed down the half of the mart. "I think he's sleepy." Namjoon said, examining Taegi's body language. "He should be, I had to clean half of the place because of him." You said, setting some fruits out from the paper bag and onto the counter.

“It’s scary how he’s so similar to Taehyung. Hugging things if he wants to sleep soundly. Even his name is very Taehyung-like.” Namjoon giggled short as Taegi approaches him, with droopy set of eyes and his bottle of milk.

Taegi curls into Namjoon's lap and your boyfriend just rubbed the little one’s head, easing him to sleep. "I'm gonna make you a seaweed soup." And Namjoon just smiled back, "There's really no need for you to, I just came to see you because I missed you." That was untrue. Staying with the boys didn't feel like a good way to spend the day because they're loud and all they do is play game. A nonchalant birthday wish and half-hearted meals was what chasing Namjoon's away. He'd rather spend the day with you. "We could have gone to movies or have cute lunch dates, but you had to watch me be unattractive, sweaty and pissed off by the fact that the mart didn't have the right size of chocolate bars."

Setting the pot on the stove, you let the water boil before adding some chopped garlic, dried anchovies and onions. "I think I'm going to put him in an actual bed now." You heard Namjoon say and watched him carry Taegi tenderly. His actions just oozing father-quality which actually makes you imagine if you one day marry him and watch him carry your child just like that, oh what a magnificent sight it will be?

He wanted to join you cooking and you let him. Despite his friend's warning you not to. In the midst of relationships with Namjoon learnt a lot of things. 

Namjoon gradually learns cooking with you. He gets the easy task first. Like soaking the dried seaweed in filtered water until it swells and turns glossy. Washing the dishes you used. Help fetching things. "You can set the table right birthday-boy?" You purposely slide your hand around his waist as you passed him a flirtatious smile. Namjoon grinned and nodded. He felt so welcomed here. His friends calls him, God of Destruction; because he destroys everything he touches. And because of that same reason, he was banned from entering the kitchen at dorm. He acts like it's no big deal for him but really, he was hurt. He just couldn't say it out loud. Because, egos.

And you weren't exactly a champ in the kitchen, you just have your know-hows from being single for too long before you met Namjoon. So you know the rough basics, and being with Namjoon, imagining married life with him actually made you want to learn cooking more. Looking at him eating your food so appetizingly became your ultimate kink. Besides, teaching Namjoon how to cook can be extra fun too. You get accidental touches, non-accidental touches, make Namjoon feel good about himself and the lots. Fixing his chopping onion position, the way he holds a knife or how to peel the potatoes and watching him getting cross-eyed from it, feeds your motherly feels.

Looking at him trying so hard at something so new to him, combusts you. In a good way.

And today, you saw a different side of him. The fatherly side of him.

Taegi was awake when you both are finally eating, and the little boy just waddled lazily down the hallway and leaned his tummy on Namjoon's knees. Namjoon quickly placed him on his lap and feed him some food, cooing. "You must be hungry, little man." He wipes the dripping soup from Taegi's mouth with his bare hands, just as you were about to hand him tissue wipes. "You want eggs, buddy?" He asked, and nipped the between his chopsticks. You couldn't stop watching. He literally shrink his voice cutely and awkwardly. "Taegi is so cute when he's dazed." He commented. "And you're cute when you go all daddy-like." You shot, immediately.

Taegi relaxes his entire back on Namjoon's chest and with the same spoon Taegi was eating from, Namjoon took a mouthful of rice to his own. "Oh, wow, I can't watch this anymore. You shouldn't be sharing spoons with a child...He's not yours." You flustered and started to leave the table to take a new set of bowls and spoon for Taegi. "Why not, you always say he's a picky eater... He eats really well sharing spoons with me. Let me enjoy this. This is the greatest gift anyone could ever give me." Namjoon nuzzled his nose to Taegi chubby cheeks. Taegi was eating appetizingly, it looks like he could use another bowl of rice.

"We'll have a proper celebration after Taegi is gone." You propped an elbow as Namjoon placed a meat on top of the rice he was about to feed Taegi. "...This is the celebration." He mumbled and urging Taegi to open his mouth. "You need to stay over tonight." You said. "Taegi will tire us both. His parents are coming home tomorrow." You explained. "You mean I get to have more time with Taegi and pretend to be a father? Yes!" Namjoon beamed. "You are the cutest. It's your birthday and you want to change diapers?" You giggled.

"...In five years to come. I want to do the same thing." He said and then tipped his gaze at you, "...But with my own child."

"Our child." He added. Oh Lord, help. Can he be any cuter?

[justbeingbrookee]

I JUST WANT TO DO IT PT.8

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Can also read on AO3

Word count: 9,788

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What is love?

Hm, the easiest answer would be Park Jimin. Right? No….

Love is a word that everyone knows but no one can truly explain. Most of us can even say it in multiple languages, Sarangae, Amour.

You google the meaning of love and this appears ‘a strong feeling of affection.’

Well that was a great help in deciphering your new feelings for Jimin, not! You sit up on your bed, then lay back down before rolling around and placing the covers over your head. You have never been more confused about anything in your entire life. Even picking a University was easier than this.

Then you remember his eyes, the way they twinkle when he looks at you, the way your heart reacts so strongly to his presence. Jimin is the most beautiful person you have ever seen in your entire life but not just on the outside, his soul is beautiful too. The kindness in his heart and how pure his soul is just makes you melt. He makes you feel more confident about yourself, more like a woman deserving of a man’s love. You shiver just imagining his soft touch running down the spine of your body. His feathery kisses running up your inner thigh.

He gives you butterflies every single time you are with him and he just makes you excited, you feel giddy again like you are about to go on the scariest, tallest most thrilling rollercoaster ride ever. He makes you feel whole like before him there was a part of you missing, something you can live without but once in a while that empty feeling will creep in. Before Jimin there was nothing in the world that could fill that emptiness until that day on the stairway when you met Jimin and everything changed, the emptiness fully disappeared. Even now just thinking his name makes you smile, it makes your heart race and it’s addictive. You can’t and don’t want to imagine a life without him and surely that’s what love is, right?

But how can there be love without trust…

You remove the covers and sit up. Your heart sinks just thinking about the deceitful things you have done. Playing two guys, having sex with two guys…You bite your nails, a habit you haven’t done since you were a child and blankly stare across the room.

‘It’s already done, you can’t go back,’ you tell yourself. How you move forward is what is important now. With more lies or finally with the truth?

You exhale.

You have to tell him the truth, both of them and then hope that your love is strong enough to withhold this bumpy ride.

Lalalalala

Speak of the devil

“Hello,” you answer too excited.

“What are you up to?” you hear a bored Jimin on the phone.

“Just rolling around all lonesome like in my bed,” you respond joyous and giddy just from hearing his angelic voice.

“Hm, why does that sound so good right now?”

“Wanna join me?”

“Don’t tempt me, I might just walk out of here, work is so boring right now. Someone messed up the design samples and I have to redo them before tomorrow morning.”

“Aww, does that mean you will be doing an all nighter?”

“Why would you miss me so much that you won’t be able to sleep?”

“Ha, yeah right,”

“Whyy you always lying, MmmmOhMyGawdd” he sings through the phone.

You recall the meme and can’t help but laugh at his silliness … why do I love this dork again?

“Stop acting like a Loser, Park Jimin,” you grin and he lets out a small laugh.

“You know I like it when you say my full name.”

“Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin,” you repeat for no apparent reason. (Is this foolishness a symptom of love, if so I am so screwed.)

“I love you,” he quickly says in a low serious voice over the phone. The thing is he speaks those three words with such vigorous confidence as if their equivalent to saying Hello but to you it’s not equivalent, it hit’s you hard. Like a boulder crushing a tiny ant, you stop breathing for a second. As these strange yet pleasant feelings that those words bring, warm your cold heart. He loves you, you repeat those words in your head once more.

But since you can’t bring yourself to say those words just yet you say the first thing that comes into your mind.

“I will cook you dinner,” the words are out of your mouth before you can even process the magnitude of what you have just said. ‘I will cook you dinner,’ the fuck, you can’t even cook toast. Okay, well maybe that’s a massive exaggeration but you get the gist.

“What, well now I like the sound of that,” Jimin says sounding happier, more alive. You hear him shuffle through the phone (sitting up perhaps).

“I knew calling you would cheer me up, it will probably take me an hour and a bit to finish everything up here and then I will come home.”

“Please, don’t get too excited,” you try to lower his expectations.

“__ don’t worry anything you make will be fine.”

“You promise, Jimin,” you ask searching for some reassurance because you haven’t done this in a while but for Jimin you will try. If you don’t kill him or give him food poisoning the dinner will be a success.

“I promise, okay, let me finish this up, I’m feeling hungry already.”

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone and curse your big stupid mouth.

-----

You go into the kitchen and rummage through the little food you have. You decide to make spaghetti Bolognese as that is the easiest, quickest meal you can make with a ray of confidence that you won’t burn it and he might actually…(might being the strong word here) enjoy it.

You start by placing the dry spaghetti in the pot now full of boiling water and you close the lid and let it cook. Whilst that cooks you start chopping the onions, garlic, carrots and celery sticks before placing a pan on the hot cooker and putting the whole packet of beef mince inside, you let it simmer then place everything inside.

You carry on cooking your meal whilst biting your bottom lip, what if he doesn’t like the food and deems me a terrible cook, hence a terrible girlfriend….wife…everything…. you shake your head in disillusioned horror. Jimin isn’t like that you convince yourself.

After finishing up with the cooking you turn everything off and go into the bedroom to change. You decide to wear something comfortable (since you are inside the house) yet cute because you know this is the courting or pursuit stage of this relationship. So you decide on wearing a cute blue dress shirt with big orange lace details at the front. As if the left side of the dress shirt has big orange shoe laces on it.

You put on a tiny diamond bracelet on your right arm and fluff up your hair and call it a day. Good thing as well because just as you were getting up you hear a knock on the door and a massive smile spreads across your face.

His here.

You open the door glee with joy, so much so that you lose any form of control you had and leap into his arms as if it’s the most natural way to greet someone. You wrap your legs around his waist as he stumbles back trying to find his balance. Shocked and amused at your level of excitement he smiles. You place your hands between his handsome face and just take in this view. Your eyes are fixated on his messy brown hair parted in the middle down to his perfectly shaped dark eyebrows but when they land on his bright soul baring hazel eyes you fall into a trance, you want to soak up this moment…just for a few more seconds you want to imprint this memory in your brain forever so that you never forget how his eyes are looking at you right now. Filled with patience and warmth and how his skin glows against your gentle touch and the way his lips are pressed together in a beautiful heart shape.

You reach down and kiss him, whilst overwhelming yourself for no good reason. It’s then, amidst feeling the wet and warmth of Jimin’s lips against yours that you decided that tonight would be the night you would tell Jimin everything, the whole truth about Jungkook. You break away from him and smile before saying “You ready to eat?”

You serve him a plate of the food you cooked and wait for him to take a bite. He does and you watch his face closely, looking for any signs of his opinion on your food. You find none.

“Do you have any salt?” He raises his head to face you and your heart sinks sharply.

Shit, how could I forget the salt?

You pass the salt shaker to him quietly already defeated. I can’t even remember salt, the basic ingredient to any meal, shoot me now. You think completely over this meal… this night. You just want to sleep already.

You sigh deeply and grab your plate before sitting in front of him and eating quietly.

“Hmm,” he says.

And you slowly raise your head and look at him from under your lashes. You don’t dare talk.

“Oh, this is really nice,” he takes another bite and you realise that he has already eaten half of the contents on the plate.

Is he being truthful or not right now, you make a face and watch him closely. Still not daring to say a word.

He licks the sauce off his succulent lips and takes another bite.

“hm, this is probably the best spaghetti Bolognese I have ever had,” he says scraping the last piece of food on the plate and giving you a big grin.

Your heart starts to flutter and you start cheesing so hard you cover your mouth with your hand and look to the side in an attempt to hide the immense joy his words are giving you. Ohh snap, he actually likes my cooking, *you internally squeal* does that mean I’m girlfriend, no fiancé…no. Wife material. Ahhhh, your brain goes into overdrive.

You literally have an episode inside your head whilst Jimin just stares at you in awe. He really fell in love with a cuckoo bird didn’t he? He silently laughs to himself.  

After you finish your meal you put the plates away and come back to the table.

“Come sit here,” Jimin says patting his lap. You go over to him without any objections in fact you lightly skip over into his lap and then place your arm around his shoulders.

“I have something for you, close your eyes,” he says bending down sideways to retrieve something from his bag.

You do as you’re told and close your eyes shut. All you can see is darkness but your other senses suddenly heighten. The sweet peach like smell oozing from Jimin hits you then and you enjoy the pleasing smell so much that you shuffle a little bit closer. You then hear him place something small like a box maybe?..... on the table.

“You can open your eyes now,” he softly whispers into your left ear.

You press your lips tightly and freeze for a minute, letting the anticipation build up. What in the world could he have gotten you? Then you open your eyes slowly and spot a….

Beautiful blue little box with a white ribbon around it. You slightly lean in and read the black inscription that says ‘Tiffany & Co.’

Your eyes bulge out and a large gasp comes out. No…noo…no you shake your head. Refusing to believe this is happening. You’re not really a jewellery kind of girl, especially not the expensive type. So much so that if someone was to name all these expensive brands you would probably not know any of them but THIS little blue box you know….Every girl knows what this little blue box means.

Your bottom lip starts gaping up and down as your mouth refuses to close. Jimin wouldn’t, it’s only been 5 months…then your mind remembers Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon, they were together for three months before he proposed….But their divorced now so no….NO. You finally turn to Jimin and you see him trying to hold back a laugh.

“What…is…this?” You squint your eyes not trusting him one bit.

“Open it and see,” he leans back as if he has just handed you a packet of crisps.

This can’t be what I think it is, if it is an engagement ring then boy, I’m saying no because he needs to go down on one knee and say all the mushy shit about how much he loves me and wants me to be his wife.

You pick up the light blue box gently before pulling off the white ribbon and slowly removing the lid.

You see a single gold key. And you instantly let out a deep breathe.

Then you hear a loud angelic laugh, it fills the whole entire apartment.

“Oh my gosh, you are too funny, you thought it was an engagement ring didn’t you?” Jimin leans back and then curls into a ball before slapping his leg still in a fit of laughter.

“You FUCKING SHIT,” you turn around a hit Jimin on the shoulder.

“Oh man, you should have seen your face, I honestly wish I had a hidden camera in here.”

For some reason, you don’t find this funny. You look to the left and then to the right, still missing the punchline of this joke.

You drop the box onto the table and stand.

That laughter quickly stops then.

“Playing with my emotions isn’t funny Jimin,” you sulk.

His soft hand slowly caresses your left hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says whilst wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you back down into his lap.

You turn your head to the left not ready just yet to forgive him.

He picks up the opened little blue box and places it in front of you.

“I mean it, I didn’t mean to play with your emotions, can you forgive me?” he apologises in a sweet and sincere voice. Well, how can a girl still be mad after that?

You face the box in his hand and look at the shiny gold key.

“Hold on what’s this key for?”

Jimin smiles “I was going to give you this, my apartment key so that you can come and go whenever you like because what’s mine is yours. I also had it engraved turn it over.”

You pick up the box from his hand and flip the key around and read what it says ‘You hold the key to my heart - jm’

“Why are you like this Jimin,” you hurriedly turn around and plant aimless kisses all over his button nose, cheeks, lips… “Huh, why do you make me so emotional, my heart is about to explode.”

You kiss him on the lips again. “Will you take responsibility if I die because of an overwhelming amount of love, huh?” You look up trying to push back the tears, no but seriously why am I so flipping emotional lately?

“Come here (he brings you in for a nice embrace) there’s no such thing as overwhelming amount of love, I love you *he pauses for a moment* I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you, crazy huh?”

“Not crazy at all,” you respond in a timid shy voice. For the first time truly understanding that Jimin himself is feeling the same way you are feeling right now.

You are about to tell him that you love him back but then he whispers something in your ear “Check underneath.”

There was a silver little container around the key that you carefully lift up and then you gasp again.

“Awee, Jimin,” you squeal looking at the beautiful earrings. There are two thin and long silver earrings each with a pink pearl at the end.

“You like them?” He asks modestly.

“Like them, I love them, Jimin you didn’t have to, aww.”

“And I already have a special occasion to wear them at, our company is having a special ball because we have a new CEO, I was wondering if you wanted to come… as my date?” You give him a wide grin and a cheeky wink.

“Well how can I say no to that wink, when I can’t even wink.”

“Whyy you always lying,” you sing and Jimin goes into another fit of laughter.

“I seriously can’t wink,” he protests.

“I have seen you wink Jimin.”

“Look, look,” he closes his right eye a little bit too hard and then you start giggling. “Ohmygosh, you idiot, what was that, haha.”

“I’m crying, literally because of you Jimin,” you wipe a little laughter tear away from the edge of your eye.

“When is this ball?”

“Erm, Thursday next week.”

“hmm, yeah, I think I can make it,” he says.

“You can,” you respond very excited, you nuzzle your nose on his button nose.

At the end you never get a chance to tell Jimin that you love him and you clearly don’t get a chance to tell him the truth about Jungkook. You decide that maybe after the ball you will let him know everything but as of now there’s no harm in just appreciating a few more precious moments whilst enjoying the blissfulness of this new found love.

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Thursday couldn’t have come any sooner, all everyone can talk about at work is the ball. Everyone who is everyone is going to be there, people from other accounting firms, business moguls, a few politicians and some heavy weights in the tech industry. If there was ever a place to be for networking, this ball would be it.

Everyone was allowed to leave an hour early in our team and you were all relieved, you had already bought your dress and had already painted your nails with a sexy yet subtle grey colour. You had even text Jimin to double or more accurately triple check that he was definitely coming and of course he was.

Tonight was going to be perfect, like Cinderella going to the ball except you were an independent grown woman who didn’t need no prince to help find her glass slipper. Whilst thinking of glass slipper’s you decided to match your sleeveless navy blue midi dress that had intricate patterns with some cute pointed black heels that had a thin black ankle strap.

An hour before you and Jimin had planned to meet up you have finished putting on your make-up and had parted your hair to the side with a low ponytail and a strand of hair curling down the left side of your face. You are going for the stunning yet smart professional look. You then put on your black bra since the top part of your dress is sheer black lace. And as you’re doing so you brush your hand on your left breast and it slightly feels tender, you press both your breasts and something feels different, you look down and push your boobs together. They feel heavier or is it just my imagination. Hm, you decide since it’s almost that time of the month and you haven’t gone yet and that’s probably the cause.

You push that thought to the back of your mind and start getting dressed and glammed up.

You feel so ecstatic tonight that from the point Jimin knocks on your door and you see his handsome angelic face smartly dressed in a matching navy blue suit you just go into cloud nine. Nothing could possible ruin this night.

And it is perfect.

From the moment you arrive at the venue you are in awe at the extravagance of everything. The white majestic building, the sheer number of foreign expensive cars probably carrying multi-millionaires. Even when you enter the beautifully decorated high ceiling building and spot the waiters holding crystal and champagne glasses and different coloured ball gowns twirling around the dance floor. You just melt and soak in this beautiful atmosphere.

“__,” you turn your head as you hear someone calling your name.

It’s Judy, you sigh and force a fake smile.

“Hi, Judy,” you say as she reaches were you and Jimin are standing. You haven’t even been here for 5 minutes, she is not going ruin your positive vibes you tell yourself.

“Oh, who’s this lovely man next…” Judy pauses mid-sentence almost salivating at the presence of Jimin. A part of you can’t even blame her, he is a rare beauty.

So you just smile and introduce them.

“Judy this is Jimin, my date. Jimin this is Judy we work together”

“Ah,” is all Judy manages to say as Jimin reaches out to shake her hand. You see her cheeks turn slightly red and try really hard to not laugh.

“Where’s your husband Judy?” you ask and her dagger eyes quickly shoot up at you. Was I not supposed to ask that? Oops, you grin.

She presses her lips together before saying “He wasn’t feeling too well….I better let you guys mingle, bye,” and she’s gone.

“Well that was interesting,” Jimin says after she leaves.

You shake your head and try to forget that just happened. “Do you want a drink?”

“Yes please.. *buzz* oh, hold on wait,” and he reaches down to check his phone before letting out a swear word under his breath that only you are able to hear. You look at him concerned.

“Is everything okay?”

“I have to go.”

“Oh!”

He types something fast on his phone and then lets out a deep breath.

“I really have to go, some stuff at work, it’s like they can’t even run the place without me.”

“yeah…okay,” you mouth in a barely audible deflated voice. It’s like de javu. You look down slightly disappointed.

“Look at me, please,” he whispers moving closer and placing his tender hands over yours. You lift your head but your eyes dart around everywhere else but on Jimin.

“You’re mad aren’t you, you can hit me, here hit me,” he turns his body and points at his shoulder. You look up slightly but don’t say anything.

“Okay, if you’re not going to hit me, I will do it,” and he actually punches his shoulder twice. You don’t say anything and then he slaps himself on the face. You gasp and hold his hands down before a laugh escapes you.

“Stop, why are you like this…okay, okay I’m not mad, Jimin, go,” you giggle truly unable to stay mad at this cute little fuzz ball.

He smiles, kisses you on the cheek and then exits the ball.

Luckily, you soon find your friend at the ball and you greet each other. She’s just as excited as you so she’s able to lift your spirits.

“Have you seen the new CEO?” You had asked sipping your champagne glass.

“His over there next to Hoseok,” you look at the direction she’s pointing at and spot them together speaking to another guy. Then you see one of your co-workers manoeuvring his way towards the direction of the CEO but then he stops abruptly and turns the opposite way.

“Woah, did you see that,” you say to your friend.

“Yup, that’s Hoseok for you, his like the CEO’s bodyguard or something, his only letting certain people speak to him.”

“Well, that sucks doesn’t it.”

“You can say that again, let’s forget about him their so many powerful women in this place, it’s crazy, come let’s mingle.”

And you do just that, you are so astounded by all the women that you meet and speak to, Ursela Burns who is currently the chairwoman of Xerox and was previously CEO of the company just leaves you speechless, she was so nice and forthcoming and a little bit inspirational because as a smart woman she has climbed so high. But Sheryl Sandberg who is the Facebook COO leaves a huge impression on you and you are left feeling empowered. All the women you meet have a great story behind them and it makes you remember why you worked so hard to get here and how your journey is just beginning and you never know where you could end up in ten or twenty years’ time.

“Gurl, you were right about the amount of powerful women here, wow,” you say finally resting as you sit down waiting to hear the speech from the new CEO.

“I told you…__ don’t turn around, I think someone’s coming this way,” your friend’s mouth suddenly opens as she looks behind you. You try to turn around, way too curious not to. But she holds your shoulders still.

“No, __, I think his coming this way, fuck __ he is smoking hot.”

“How can you say that and not let me look, let me just take a small little peak,” you try to reason with her, he can’t be that good looking. So you take a peak.

*Sigh*

Let’s just say she didn’t tell a single lie, he is smoking hot with an amazing body that just fits perfectly in that black suit, it’s just…

You turn back around and sink down into your sit contemplating why your life is like this.

“I know him, his one of the guys I told you about,” you whisper to her.

“Shut up, noo,” she takes a peak at him again and then gives you a cheeky look.

“No, he looks so fucking delicious though, you lucky bishh…okay, his almost here,” she straightens up and fidgets with her bag and then grabs her phone.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and instinctively you look up and find a rather dashing guy smiling down at you. You can’t help but smile back. What is wrong with you?

“Care to join us Jungkook?” You say on impulse.

He sits down next to you and you then introduce your friend to him. He lightly squeezes your thigh under the table before whispering. “I missed you __,” you just giggle and lean into him.

Luckily you hear the mic sound and you turn towards the direction of the sound. The CEO begins his well prepared speech but you barely hear anything as Jungkook whispers sweet nothings in your left ear that make you blush and you end up placing your hand over his under the table whilst you play footsie with each other.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, you love Jimin and his the only one that you want but it’s just so hard to ignore Jungkook especially when he speaks to you in that velvety sensual voice of his and caresses your thigh, your hand and the back of your neck. It’s just so hard. And the guilt tries to fight it’s way into your consciousness but it feels so good being around Jungkook that you just giggle like teenager and go with the flow.

“Have you guys had a chance to meet with the new CEO yet?” Jungkook had asked after his speech was over.

You and your friend had both said no and Jungkook just smiled.

“Let’s go, I haven’t spoken to him either,” he said standing up and holding his hand out for you. You hesitated for 2 seconds (in your defence those 2 seconds felt like an eternity, so at least you tried) before taking his hand and signalling for your friend to come as well.

To your surprise Hoseok didn’t send you guys away instead he had greeted the three of you, well mostly Jungkook in a very friendly manner. It seems Jungkook was quite close with the new CEO and you see them talking about catching up with a game of golf. Then his attention draws to you.

“And who is this lovely lady?” The CEO says, you can see Hoseok opening his mouth about to speak but Jungkook beats him to it.

“She’s my girlfriend and she also works here as an accountant so you better look after her,” Jungkook says proudly holding your hand.

You force a smile, your friend coughs and Hoseok gives you a warily look.

You’re not sure if that’s the way you would have wanted to have been introduced to the new CEO.

But neither less the introduction has been made and you and your friend have a rather pleasant conversation with the guy.

“Have you guys seen the patio, it is rather beautiful at this time of night,” the CEO suddenly says and Jungkook looks at you asking if you would like to see it.

You slightly nod and you both say your goodbyes to everyone and make your way to the patio.

Jimin POV

Jimin finds himself standing at the entrance of the ball, he spots many people conversing, some drinking and a few dancing. The atmosphere seems more relaxed and joyous now than when he left earlier. He searches the room looking for __ but he can’t seem to spot her anywhere. Surely she hasn’t left already.

He made sure to hurry to the office and sort out the crisis there until it was rectified in a state where everything was fine to be left until tomorrow before rushing back here. He was driving so fast that he almost got a speeding ticket but now that his standing here alone, unable to locate __ his thinking if maybe he shouldn’t have left in the first.

She had been looking forward to this ball all week long and he had just left without so much as a warning. He had to make it up to her, he wanted to make it up her and show her that this won’t happen again. To him she has become someone who is more important to him than anything else in this world and he didn’t want to lose her to anything especially not because of work.

Then he spots Ju…(his mind goes blank for a second) Judy, yes the woman he had been introduced to before he left. He walks up to her and another female.

“Did you see him Judy, she’s so lucky,” you hear the other female speaking to Judy as you approach them.

“Hello, Judy, I’m not sure if you remember me from earlier,” you interrupt their conversation.

Judy turns around and her face goes slightly red whilst the other female stares at you.

“Oh, Jimin was it, how could I forget,” she looks at the other female and then back at you.

“Have you seen __ by any chance, I can’t seem to find her,” you ask.

“Erm,” she looks around the hall. “You said you were her boyfriend right?” She finally speaks. You look at her with a stone face wondering how that was relevant to the question you had just asked before forcing a smile and nodding.

“Ah, do you know where __ is?” Judy turns towards the other female standing next to her. You turn to face her and she instantly begins to cough and shakes her head strongly saying no.

“YES, I remember now I think I saw her with someone, they seemed pretty cosy, didn’t you say they went up to the patio to see the romantic night light or something,” Judy speaks before reaching down and sipping on the champagne glass.

__’s friend watches Jimin walking away towards the direction of the patio and then turns towards Judy.

“Judy you are soo messy, how could you say that to him?”

But Judy just laughs and sips her drink because tonight has just gotten so much more entertaining.

After leaving the hall Jimin asks a couple of waiters for directions towards the patio but as they tell him where to go Judy’s words keep ringing in his ears.

Pretty cosy….with someone….romantic nightlight…..

__ wouldn’t do that, he trusts her completely and knows that she would never do anything that would break his trust. And from the looks of things __ and Judy didn’t seem to be that close so it could all be a ploy of sorts.

But when he reaches the door leading to the patio his heart starts to accelerate and the craziest thought occurs in his mind.

What if…

He unexpectedly hears a female voice followed by a male voice.

And that what if automatically turns into a, could she really do this?

He suddenly starts doubting himself, she wouldn’t do that.

Slowly, he turns the door and looks inside.

Indeed what he heard was a female and male voice.

….

But luckily it wasn’t __ but some other couple in there.

He nods his head and apologises for disturbing them before slowly walking out.

Relieved, he rubs his chest and decides he will just head home, she might have just gone home and is probably waiting for him to return.

So he makes his way to the car park.

And as he does that he curses himself for even doubting for one second that __ would ever cheat on him or even entertain another guy. Even though she hadn’t said it yet he knew that she loved him and that they love each other greatly.

He smiles to himself when he enters the car park as he recalls the time when __ had thought the little blue box contained an engagement ring. Even though she was pretending to act all shocked he knew that deep down if indeed there was an engagement ring in there she would have said yes. A part of him wishes, it was an engagement ring, as crazy as it sounds.

“Jungkook, stop it.”

Jimin freezes.

He knows that voice, he would be able to pick out that voice anywhere, even in a room full of a thousand people.

He doesn’t want to turn around, his heart beats faster as his body refuses to move.

“Your words say one thing but your body says another,” a male voice speaks and the car park is filled with a giggling sound that Jimin has heard a million times before.

He forces himself to turn around and is gobsmacked by what he sees in front of him. It feels as if he has been hit by a truck and it is crushing his heart into small pieces. As if a sword has just been pulled through his heart and now blood is dripping from it.

The woman he loves is currently in another man’s arms, she is looking up at him with a massive smile on her face. His hands are wrapped around her waist and their slowly moving down. She’s giggling and his head is reaching down towards her ear and nibbling it.

“Jungkook, stop,” she says again her voice full of joy.

Jimin blinks multiple times, he even rubs his eyes. Is his brain deceiving him right now because what he is seeing right here can’t be true. The woman that he loves is at home not in this other guy’s arms. Yes, that’s it, whoever this is, it can’t be her. So Jimin makes the decision to go home and check if she’s there.

He refuses to believe this is her so he turns his head away from them.

…….

*HONK*

A car behind him honks very loudly making him jump out of his skin and instinctively he looks back at their direction. He sees her huddling up closer to him as the car honks but then her eyes navigate towards you and slowly her eyes register with her brain who you are and her face instantly changes, the once happy giggling person has now turned into a lost confused perplexed one.

[BACK TO YOU] – same time

Please tell me that isn’t Jimin standing there looking at me right now. You feel Jungkook rubbing your back and you move his hand away and try to step away from him. What the fuck is happening, that’s not Jimin, no, noooooooooo. No! You start to hyperventilate and breathing suddenly becomes more difficult, no.

The car that had honked speeds past you and you spot Jimin very slowly walking towards you. Jungkook says something but you can’t hear anything, your ears start ringing and your head starts spinning.

You take deep breaths but nothings helping, Jimin is still walking towards and you Jungkook is still staring at you. NOOOO. You want to cry but your body is frozen in place unable to fathom this horrendous situation you have suddenly found yourself in.

You start digging your nails into the palm of your hand as Jimin finally reaches you. You can’t stop staring at him unsure what he will do or say to you.

He stops in front of you and looks at you dead in the eyes. You have never seen Jimin’s eyes so cold and dark before. He lifts his left hand and you flinch but don’t move away. He gently moves his soft fingers onto your ear and moves down it towards your earrings until the pink pearl is in between his fingers.

“I see you wore my gift today as promised, they look nice on you,” he mouths in a raspy voice you have never heard from him before.

You can feel Jungkook stiffen on your side but you dare not look at him.

And Jimin lets go of the earring, you want to explain yourself….you want to say something….anything but your brain won’t let you, your brain can’t accept that this situation right here is actually happening.

“I’m Jungkook, her boyfriend and you are?” Jungkook suddenly extends his head.

You lean your head back and stop breathing. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME, what is that…boyfr……you close your eyes. Ah, I’m feeling a migraine coming on. The sides of your temples start to throb.

“Are you now, that’s the first time I’m hearing of this,” you hear Jimin’s calm yet cold voice.

“Unless you’re her father I don’t know why my relationship with her should affect you, but since you are so curious let me enlighten you, we are together, we have been together for some months now, is it what 5 months __,” Jungkook looks down towards you. You can feel two sets of eyes facing you even with your eyes closed.

‘It’s done... they know about each other, it’s over…there’s no more hiding or lying anymore. The truth is finally out,’ these thoughts run through your head a few times before you finally open your eyes. You face Jungkook first and grab hold of his wrist before saying “Can you wait here for a minute?”

JUNGKOOK POV – same time

I nod my head and watch her grab his wrist and move 10 feet away. At first after seeing him touching on her ear like that he became jealous, only he was allowed to do that. Which is why Jungkook felt the need to inform this guy of their relationship. But now as he watches her move him away and him moving his arm away from her Jungkook starts to feel something.

“Jimin I’m sorry,” Jungkook hears her say. Her eyes look as if they’re about to cry.

“Is what his saying the truth, are you and him in a relationship whilst you’re also in a relationship with me,” he shouts visible angry now.

Jungkook is stunned, out of all the jealous feelings he had felt a part of him never would have thought that this guy would have been someone she was serious about.

“I’m sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, you just both came into my life at the same time and I didn’t know how to stop it but I love you Jimin, I love only you,” and the woman Jungkook loves starts to cry.

Jungkook hates seeing women cry and still a small part of him wants to go over there and wipe her tears away but her words of endearment for this Jimin guy stop him, she loves Jimin, only Jimin. Then what about him, what have they been doing all these months, why would she let him take her virginity if she loved this other guy.

He is in shock and angry. How dare she, how dare he.

“Did you have sex with him?” This Jimin guy asks her with his hands in a fist now.

She looks down before slowly nodding.

“Wait…wait so you were screwing both him and me at the same, were you even a virgin or was that another lie?” He speaks each words with such visible hatred.

She tries to hold his hand and carries on pleading for forgiveness but he just pushes it away and suddenly turns to Jungkook before looking back at her.

“I was such joke to you wasn’t, every time I told you I loved you, you probably thought what an idiot, okay so go, go to your boyfriend. I never want to see you again.” And he turns around, walks towards his car and drives off.

It’s then as you see __ on the floor crying her eyes out because of another guy that it hits like a tonne of bricks that she was in love with another. You walk over to her and hand her a handkerchief from your pocket. She accepts it without looking up and wipes her moist face.

“ __, I don’t even know what just happened right now, one minute we are laughing and the next some guy I am guessing someone you love appears and now you are on the floor crying. I know you probably don’t care but I’m hurt, stupidly I saw a future with us but I guess I was the only one. I’m not going to shout at you because there’s no point you look like you have already had enough of that but I just want to say one thing before I leave. You __ meant a lot to me and you made me happy and joyful and silly me thought the feeling was mutual.”

She looks up then and says in a hoarse voice “No, Jungkook, I enjoyed our time together it’s just,” before another wave of tears began to stream down.

“I know, I know…but it wasn’t enough was it, I wasn’t enough.” Jungkook reaches down and wipes her tears from her cheek and kisses her forehead one last time.

“I want you to be happy __, even if it’s not with me I just want you to be happy.” And with that he gets up and walks away towards his car.

BACK TO YOU – same time.

You hear Jungkook’s car start up and then drive off. You feel your body shake as you place your hands on the cold concrete floor. You want to remain here and let the ground take you in but you know you can’t, not if you still want to have a career as an accountant. So with that one remaining thought that even if you have potentially lost both Jimin and Jungkook at least you still have a thriving career.

You push yourself up and brush the dust off your dress before grabbing your phone and turning on the camera. You check your face and try to fix it and your messy hair as much as possible. You just need to make it to the taxi and you are free.

You take a calming breath and then start walking. Your legs are still shaky from everything but they still move one in front of the other towards the car park entrance.

The thing is when you finally lift your head up you spot the last person you would ever want to see at the entrance.

“Judy,” you acknowledge. She’s there grinning with an empty glass in her hand.

“Aw, __ are you okay?” She asks with a condescending tone in her voice.

You don’t have the strength to deal with bully Judy right now. So you walk past her but clearly that wasn’t part of her plan so she shouts after you.

“I don’t even blame you, two handsome guys if only I was younger, such a shame it had to end like this but to sleep with both of them, isn’t that a bit hoeish....if that’s even a word. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise now you don’t have to screw two guys at the same time,” and she starts laughing to herself.

“Who would have thought, eh…” you stop listening to her at that point and just carry on walking. You don’t care about Judy or anything else right now.

You don’t know how but you manage to leave the building and find a taxi. All the way in the taxi ride you stare blankly outside the window. You remember thanking the taxi driver when you arrive home and make your way up the stairs towards your apartment. When you get in you remove your shoes and drop your bag before making your way blindly into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

The second the water hits your face and starts dripping down your dress all the way down to your feet you start to cry. This time without any restraint. You drop to the floor and hug yourself as the water continues to hit you. Your cries are loud and so hard that for that moment you lose yourself in a very dark and depressing place. You have never been like this before. You let it all out, the sadness, guilt, sorrow and regrets you have been holding in all this while, you let it all out and just cry.

You are in the shower for a while until you tire yourself out from all the crying. So you force yourself up before drying yourself and getting into bed. Even though you are tired it still takes some time before sleep calls for you and when it does your mind replays over and over again the incident that occurred in the car park. It affects you so much that you end up waking up at 4am in the morning and every time you close your eyes images of Jimin’s angry face or Jungkook’s irritated face appear so you decide to get up and check your work email.

The first thing that you see with a red alert on is an event of a presentation for one of the company’s sustainability efforts. You can do these presentations with your eyes closed now so you can usually do the preparation within a 20 minutes slot but since you can’t sleep you decide to go the extra mile and do a bit more research on this company so that you don’t just cover the requirements but go beyond that.

At 6:20am and with 20 slides full of information and analysis’s you happily decide that you are satisfied with the presentation the way it is and it has been a great distraction from everything you have on your mind.

You quickly hop in the shower and then put on your black sleeveless dress and some matching heels. You have some coffee just to keep you awake before quickly heading out.

When you arrive at work you are still in a daze and your mind doesn’t feel as though it’s fully there but as you walk into the office something feels off, you can see people glaring at you and others just shaking their heads at your direction.

You sit down regardless, not caring to even ask but then your friend comes to your desk as you are turning your computer on and drags you outside into the storage space.

“Are you okay?” She looks at you concerned.

“What do you mean,” you stare at her confused.

“I heard….Judy has been spreading around something about you. She said that both the guys found out about each other and left you alone crying on the floor yesterday,” she leans in to give you a hug.

You are still as you try take in what she has just said.

“Judy said,” you repeat gently moving out of her arms.

“Yes, she told everyone in the coffee room about it and they told people. I ended up finding out about it from Jin from the law department.”

“Oh wow, who knew my love life would be so interesting to others, I’m fine, it will all blow over soon. Judy can gossip all she want’s, that’s the least of my worries.”

“Yeah, she’s probably like that because her husband didn’t even come, just ignore her,” your supportive friend says whilst giving you a friendly smile.

“I will,” you smile back touched by her concern.

Judy on the other hand, you will find a way of dealing with her later, she is becoming rather troublesome, you think as you walk back into the office ignoring the stares and finishing the preparations for the presentation.

At 10:15 you set up your slides on the projector and you stand up in front of everyone, there are about 15 people in this room, mostly senior staff and a few secretaries but before you start Hoseok walks in with the new CEO and they sit down at the back.

You don’t let it phase you and commence to giving your presentation. You make eye contact with everyone and speak clearly as you go through each slide. At the end a few of the senior staff members even ask you a few questions and you respond as best as you can before everyone nods their heads in agreement that this companies sustainability is fairly good with a few questionable aspects that you pointed out but still with further investigation you can find a suitable solution to meet the standards.

The new CEO claps his hands “I like this presentation, it looks as though you did a lot of in-depth research into the company and have a rather knowledgeable understanding of sustainability in that industry,” he nods his head and whispers something to Hoseok who also nods his head.

“Thank you,” you respond and with that the CEO and Hoseok get up and leave. They are followed by some senior staff and as you shut down everything on the computer you hear two females whispering near you.

“Is that her?” one says to the other.

“Yes, that’s her, did you see the way her face lit up when the CEO said something to her, maybe she wants to add a third guy to her group of men,” the other replies.

Your face starts to heat up and you click the X button repeatedly on the powerpoint presentation. [not responding] appears at the top.

“Didn’t you hear that those two guys she was sleeping with left her crying on the floor after she was caught,” they both start laughing before getting up and leaving.

And of course that is when the computer finally shuts down.

Your face is still burning up as you exit the meeting room so you decide to go to the ladies bathroom instead of the office so you can at least cool down with some cold water.

As you enter the bathroom you instantly hear Judy’s voice and to no one’s surprise she’s retelling what happened yesterday. Does this woman have nothing better to do, you think annoyed now.

“Do you have nothing better to do than gossip about my life?” You say, completely done ignoring this shit now.

She turns around and starts laughing whilst looking at the two women she was just telling the story too. They both look down and manoeuvre around you to leave the bathroom.

“It’s not really gossip if it happened is it, it’s more like facts,” she says with a smug face.

“So it’s facts then that your husband of less than a year only married you for money but now that he knows you’re not as rich as you pretended to be his already moved on to his next suga mamma,” when you finish speaking you see the hate through her eyes, she begins to grind her teeth and for the first time today you have found something to smile about.

“At least I’m not a fucking dirty slut…”

…….

Everything unexpectedly goes dark. You remember grabbing Judy’s hair and her pulling your hair in reverse. You are both screaming at each other and then someone’s pulling you away from her.

“I have never been in a fight before,” you say to a stranger sitting next to you. Is this the person who pulled you away? You don’t know where you are. You can’t believe what you have just done. You just snapped and…

“You can go in now,” the secretary speaks looking at you and you stand up and head into the room. When you enter you see Hoseok sitting behind the desk. Oh yeah, you remember his been promoted to a partner now.

He gives you a disappointed look and tells you to sit down. You do as you are told.

“You don’t know how saddened I was to hear that you of all people were in a fight inside the building, this is unacceptable __,”

“I’m sorry,” you manage to say with your head facing down.

“Why? Everything was going so well for you here, after that brilliant presentation we were even discussing promoting you next month,” he stops and lets out a heavy sigh. But you don’t say anything.

“If it was up to me I would have just told you both to go home for the day and calm down but with new management and the company looking to go on in a new more positive direction I have no choice but to suspend your contract indefinitely.”

A single tear rolls down your face and you get up saying “I’m sorry,” before walking out of the office.

You want to cry but you don’t. Not here. You hold back the tears and lift your head up high as you march outside the hallway down the stairs and outside the building.

Suspend your contract indefinitely….you hear again and again in your head. You carry on walking and then search inside your bag. You can’t find your wallet. Of course of all days today is the day you forget it at home. You search your bag and find some change that is enough for a bus to take you home.

You stand at the bus stop your mind in disarray as to what has transpired in the last 48 hours. You start to feel light headed all of a sudden so you go to sit down on the bench as you wait for the bus. Sitting down makes you feel a little bit better.

Shortly after the bus arrives and you pay for your ticket but as you are walking towards the seats at the back that light headed feeling returned, everything starts spinning and darkness overcomes you and the last thing you see is the floor moving towards you.

…………

“young lady, young lady,” you hear as you half open your eyes. Is she an angel? You see a figure surrounded by white lights.

“Can I ask for your pin so I can call someone to get you,” the angel speaks. You blink a few times and then mouth 4599 before closing your eyes and letting the darkness consume you again.

……….

That is until a loud beeping sound wakes you up. You squeeze your eyes shut and then lick your dry lips. You slowly open your eyes and then blink a few more times. Surprisingly you feel a lot better than you did before. When your eyes finally adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings that look like a hospital room you then honestly curse the heavens for making you end up here.

“How are you feeling?” a deep strained voice says. You turn to the side of your bed and see Jimin sitting on the chair beside you with his eyes red holding your hand.

You blink a few more times, I must have really bumped my head hard when I fainted, no way Jimin….

The door slides open and Jungkook followed by a nurse enter the room.

Jimin’s hand instantly releases yours and he leans back into the chair.

“Ah, good you are finally awake,” the nurse smiles at you. She looks peppy you observe.

“It looks like you fainted on the bus and an ambulance was called to get you. I’m sorry I wasn’t sure about an emergency contact so I called the two numbers you call the most,” she smiles.

Really lady…..you just stare at her blankly not even bothered to fake a smile.

“We took your bloods when you arrived and the doctor should be here with the results, but there’s nothing to worry about, these things do happen but mostly it’s nothing serious,” she finishes her sentence and then reaches down to pick up your chart and begins writing something down.

Whilst she does that you look at Jungkook at the end of the room with his arms crossed on his chest. The corners of your mouth ever so slightly lift up. He came, he didn’t have to but he still came.

Looking from Jungkook who is facing the ground to Jimin on the chair a part of you feels a little bit of joy as this has confirmed that even though they’re both mad at you when they knew that you were in trouble they still came.

The door suddenly slides open and the doctor enters.

“You must be __, how are you feeling?” He asks looking at you and then nurse all the way down to the papers in his hands.

“So your blood results have come back and they show that…” he pauses and looks at Jungkook who is behind him facing the ground and Jimin on the chair who has suddenly sat up.

“Congratulations, you are currently three weeks pregnant.”

The room falls silent.

………………….

“Hahahahahahahaha,” you start laughing and strangely enough you can’t stop…

You are pregnant.

“Hahaha,” you carry on laughing. The doctor and nurse join you. “It is indeed wonderful news, congratulations, do you know who the father is?” The nurse asks all cheerful and innocent like.

And you laugh even louder, do i….do i?

“Of course, his in this room with us at this very moment,” the only problem is I don’t know which one of the two guys in here is the father.

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Tangled Up In Blue

Chapter 12

Summary: Fear for her unborn child, a bruised and broken Emma Swan is determined to escape an abusive marriage. When she drives a long way from home to a small town in Maine, she doesn’t think her life could get more complicated… that is until her OBGYN turns out to be a blue-eyed British man. But he may be just what she needs to begin her healing process and start a new life for her child. If only nothing gets in the way.

Rated M for a mild violence, language and eventual smut

*TRIGGER WARNING* Mentions of physical and verbal abuse/domestic violence towards a pregnant woman.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8278702/chapters/18965428

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12200704/1/Tangled-Up-In-Blue

Chapter: 11 12 13

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Liam gulped harshly, staring the man down. Liam was no coward but he didn't really think a a beat-up Volkswagen Beetle was worth getting shot over. Thinking of his family, his wife and the future they had planned together, he made a decision. This man before him did not look like the type he wanted to mess with and Liam couldn't bear the thought of leaving his wife a widow. Especially after their recent loss. He couldn't put her through that again. “The car's yours. I don't want any trouble. Just let me get the keys for you.”

“Good choice.”

Liam went inside to get the keys as the man followed him making sure he wasn't up to any funny business. Liam kept looking over his shoulder cautiously, his heart pounding as he fetched the keys and handed them over. A crooked smile creeped over the man's face, sending shivers down Liam's spine.

When they walked outside and Liam locked up again, the man put a threatening hand on his shoulder just when Liam thought he was in the clear. The man leaned in, speaking quietly in a dark, husky tone. “Just so we’re clear, if you tell anyone about this, I guarantee you will never see that lovely wife of yours ever again.” He handed Liam the cash and turned to walk away.

Liam gritted his teeth, his fist clenching as he watched him go. The urge to punch the bloke straight in his nose was overwhelming. Who the bloody hell did this guy think he was, coming to this peaceful town and making threats? And how the bloody hell did he know his wife? He's never even seen this arse before. Liam let out breath to steady himself before he did something stupid. Then, his eyes drifted to the cash in his hand, his thumb sifting through the bills. He asked himself two questions. Where did a man like that get two thousand dollars in cash and who would be desperate enough to threaten him with a gun over an old Volkswagen Beetle that had well over 150,000 miles on it?

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Killian’s mouth fell agape and he blinked a few times to be sure he wasn't dreaming. He had never seen anything so stunning in his entire life. “Love...” He took her hands in his and mustered a charming smile. “You literally take me breath away.”

Emma blushed and returned a shy smile. She was wearing a jacket, but it was unzipped. Underneath it, she was clad in a red dress that showed off all of her wonderful feminine parts and curves flawlessly. “I doubt that.”

Her words tore at his heart. “It's true.” He only wished he could show her just how beautiful she really was. He could only imagine that she had never received that type of appreciation. The kind that would make her feel like a valuable treasure to be loved and cherished. The kind that made her feel like a woman in all aspects of the word, to be made love to slowly, passionately, and to be treated as a princess. He knew she's never been cared for like that before.

Killian released her hands, wrapping her up in his arms underneath her jacket as he captured her lips. She sighed softly as she rested her hands on his shoulders and moved her lips slowly against his, savoring the feel and pressure of his mouth on hers. He was instantly caught up in everything she had to offer as he breathed her in. Her taste, the smell of her perfume, her delicate curves as his hands roamed her body. He could easily feel the fire inside her from the way she kissed him and tugged on the fabric of his shirt between her fingers as though the need to have him closer was just too much to bear.

He let out a groan as he found her tongue, tasting her more adequately. He lifted one of his hands, curling it around the back of her neck behind her soft, golden locks, his thumb brushing along her skin as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. There was a low rumble in his belly, and it wasn't a hunger for food. He slid his tongue along hers and she pulled him in like a current, the kiss quickly becoming rapid and heavy as she nibbled and sucked on his tongue. He could feel himself harden in his pants and his arousal only grew inside of him with every stroke of her warm, soft tongue. He knew he had to pull away before things got out of control. They hadn't even made it into the house yet.

Regrettably, he released her lips, leaving them gasping for air as he rested his forehead on hers. “Why don't we start the dinner?” he suggested with a chuckle.

“Good idea,” she said in a breathy whisper.

He could tell she was disappointed and if he were acting on his instincts, he would scoop her in his arms, carry her up to his bedroom and make sweet, passionate love to her in his bed. But it was important to him that she knew how much she meant to him that went beyond physical attraction. Especially after their encounter in his office a week ago. He had never expected to do that, but he always did love a challenge and he just couldn't resist her feminine wiles. She was enticing and made him want to do things he never thought he'd be doing, at least not with one of his patients. And he quite enjoyed the power she had over him. It was intoxicating.

Emma opened the backseat door and grabbed a grocery bag full of supplies for the Lasagna they had planned on making. He had assured her she didn't have to buy them, but she insisted.

“Allow me, love.” He took the bag from her and they went inside the kitchen. Killian set the bag down on the counter and pulled her jacket from her shoulders, hanging it up in his closet along with her purse. They took the ingredients out of the bag and Killian grabbed some things out of the pantry that he already had in stock.

They were moving around the kitchen in a very domesticated fashion, gathering pans and cooking utensils. Emma minced the garlic as Killian cut up an onion and she started cooking the sausage, garlic and onion in a pan as Killian crushed up some fresh tomatoes and chopped up some basil.

When the sausage was browned, he added the tomatoes, tomato sauce and some other ingredients as she stood at his side and admired him.

“Brown sugar?” she asked with a lifted brow as he added half of a cup to the mixture.

“Aye, it gives it an added sweetness. You've never made it that way?”

She shook her head as he sprinkled in the Basal. “No, I haven't.”

Emma boiled the water, adding the lasagna noodles to it. Killian prepared the ricotta cheese in a bowl and as the sauce mixture was cooking on the stove, Emma stirred it with a wooden spoon.

Killian came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he moved her hair to one side and peppered kisses to her neck. She paused her task and closed her eyes, tilting her head back, relishing in his embrace. When the sauce was cooked properly, Killian grabbed the spoon from her and scooped some of it up, blowing on it to cool it down. “Here, try this.”

She leaned in and opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the the spoon between her lips and she brought the contents of the sauce with her to taste it. He pulled the spoon away and watched as she licked her lips.

“What do you think? Is it sweet enough?”

She nodded and left behind a bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth. “It's delicious.”

He smirked and set down the spoon, gently taking her chin in his hand to bring her lips to his. He licked the sauce from her mouth and kissed her, cupping her jaw in his hands. His tongue dove in, mimicking the way he licked her soft, velvety folds a week ago, the way he nipped and sucked on her. He shuddered at the memory as their lips slowly pulled apart. “I have to agree. Very sweet and delicious,” he managed, his breathing ragged as he stared into her sparkling emerald depths, but he wasn't just talking about the sauce.

She quivered at his suggestive tone. They reluctantly pulled apart and fell back into their tasks so as not to let the food burn. They worked together, assembling the lasagna in a baking dish and put it into the preheated oven, setting the timer.

“So, where did you learn to cook?” She asked, slipping her hand into his as they headed to the living room.

“My aunt taught my brother and I when we were younger. Our parents were busy most of the time with their practice so we stayed with our aunt and uncle from time to time. And when we were teenagers, I did most of the cooking.”

Killian took a seat, straddling the lounge chair as he gestured her to sit in front of him.

“I'm sorry you don't get to spend much time with your parents. That must have been lonely” Emma sat on the edge and Killian started massaging her shoulders.

“It's okay, love. Liam and I have always had each other and always kept ourselves occupied with our interests and hobbies. We were just grateful to have parents. And we knew they loved us, in fact they took us to work a lot and spend time with us when they weren't with patients. And every moment they weren't working, they were with us, apart from bedtime. I can only imagine that you had it much worst. I don't know what I would have done without parents.”

Emma shrugged as Killian worked his hands down her back. “It was tough but I managed.”

“Well, if you ask me, anyone willing to abandon their child shouldn't deserve to have one and definitely doesn't deserve the love of one, especially from someone as special as you are.” He could feel her stiffen under his touch and she turned to look at him, offering a small smile. He lifted his hand to her chin and kissed her cheek.

“People keep telling me I'm special but I just don't see it.”

“Well, you should believe them, because it's true.” He flashed her an encouraging smile and moved to sit back into the chair, urging her to join him.

She got up and and went to him, taking the spot in front of him. She rested her legs across the length of the chaise as she laid back so she was pressed into his front as he wrapped his arms around her, splaying his hands on her belly. They shifted into a comfortable position and she rested her head on his chest.

As he laid kisses to the crown of her head, he thought about what she said; people telling her she was special and he was glad she had those people in her life. He never had been especially close to the Nolans, but he respected Mary Margaret and David. However, he despised the other Nolan brother. “Can I ask you something, love?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“It seems that you've gotten close with…” He paused, thinking about how he wanted to ask what he had in mind. They had been seeing one another for very long, romantically speaking, so he didn't want to come off as the possessive jealous type, but he cared about her and didn't want her to get hurt. “...James. I know you're just friends, but I have to admit I've known him for a while and I don't trust him.”

“You're not jealous are you?” she asked teasingly.

He sighed a breath of relief, glad that he didn't upset her. “No, I just… I don't want to see him let you down, that's all.”

“He won't,” she said confidently. “You don't have to worry about that.” She placed her hands over his, her fingers toying with his. “We understand each other and I know I can trust him.”

“How can you be sure?” he asked, resting his chin on her head.

“His eyes,” she replied simply.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have this superpower. I can tell when people are lying. I can sense when they're dishonest or insincere by looking into their eyes. I can't explain it, it's just kind of like a sixth sense. It's how I can always tell him and David apart, even before I knew anything about them.”

“That's quite a superpower you have then.” He thought about that for a moment. “So, I take it that's how you knew you could trust me?”

“Exactly. I knew the moment I looked into your eyes. I could see warmth and comfort there. Something I wasn't used to at the time.”

“If that's true then why did you ask for a different doctor at first?” he asked curiously.

“Come on, have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?” she laughed.

Killian's face fell in confusion.

“Let me put it this way. If you went to see a young, gorgeous female doctor for, lets say a prostate exam or had to be undressed in front of them while she touched you in intimate places for medical purposes, wouldn't you feel insecure and uncomfortable?”

He chuckled at that, his cheeks filling with blush. “I see your point.” He peered down at her as she tilted her head to face him, kissing his lips. “Are you trying to say that you were off-put by my devilishly handsome good looks?”

“Yes,” she laughed.

“Believe me, you have nothing to be insecure about. Every part of you is beautiful, inside and out.”

“But I had bruises and scars on my legs,” she reminded him.

He stiffened at the thought. “The only thing ugly about your bruises and scars is the man who did that to you.” He wondered how such an intuitive person like her let such a monster creep into her heart. “When you met Neal, did you see trust in his eyes?” He immediately regretted the question when he felt her shiver in his arms. He knew he shouldn't have brought it up. He didn't want to ruin their evening. “If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. I was only curious, love.”

“It's fine,” she assured him as her head reclaimed the spot on his chest. “I actually knew he was trouble when I met him. I could see the unpredictability and danger in his eyes, even if he was harmless at first. But I mean I was only seventeen at the time. What the hell did I know anyways? And before I met him, I slept under a bridge, so danger was not a deterring factor for me. In fact I lived for danger and the ‘unpredictable’. Maybe that's why I fell for Neal in the first place. I felt like I was home when I was with him.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “That obviously changed over the years. I grew to hate and despise him for what he did to me but I also loved him at the same time. It made it very difficult to leave.”

“How did you do it, love? If you don't mind me asking. How did you leave?”

“I had thought about it for a long time and planned it in my head over and over. I even hid a stash of cash that I saved from waitressing. But running away was just a pipe dream for a long time. And I guess getting pregnant gave me the courage I needed. I would never be able to live with myself if I brought a baby into this world for Neal to torment and abuse. I may have let him get away with that with me but nobody lays a hand on my baby,” Emma stated protectively as she put her hands on her belly. “The night after he pushed me to the floor and I fell on my baby bump, I decided that I wasn't going to let him do that to me anymore and risk the life of my baby. So, I came home from work and he was drunk off his ass like I knew he would be. I kept refilling his drink for him until he passed out on the couch at about two in the morning. I quickly went into our room and grabbed a few clothes and the money I saved and snuck out. My heart was pounding the whole time, I was so nervous that he would wake up or that one of his neighbor friends would stop by. Luckily, all of the houses were dark and there wasn't anyone in sight so I got in my car and drove to a gas station outside of town. I smashed my cell phone and discarded all of my credit cards, anything that he could use to track me down. Then I just kept driving, only stopping for food, gas and to rest my eyes when I needed to.”

“Well, I'm proud of you, love. Some women in your situation would have… chosen other paths… maybe have given up and had an abortion instead.”

“I could never do that. I'd rather give up my own life,” she said adamantly. “Even if Neal is… even if he did attack me for resisting him and even if he did force himself on me and…” Emma choked on her words as a tear slipped from her eyes. “This baby is still my child and I could never just let him go.” Emma turned and started sobbing into Killian's shirt as he cradled her in his arms, rocking her gently.

“Hey, it's okay, love. You and your baby are safe, now. I would never let anything happen to either of you,” his said earnestly. He would do anything to make sure of that.

His heart broke for her as he felt his own tears stinging his eyes. He whispered soothing words in her ear and stroked her hair as she cried softly into his chest.

After a while, they could hear the timer go off and by that time Emma had no more tears to shed, her cheeks stained as Killian dropped a kiss to her forehead.

“I have to use your bathroom,” she murmured as he helped her up. “Okay, love. I'll get the Lasagna out of the oven, sweetheart.” He caressed her cheek as she smiled weakly. “I'm sorry for crying on our date,” she apologized with a strangled laugh. “I seem to do that a lot when I'm around you.”

“No need to apologize, love. I told you before, I'm here for you whenever you need to talk. I just hope that I'm never the one making you cry.”

Emma put her arms around the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his. “You could only do that if you broke my heart.”

His heart sank at the mere thought of such a thing. “Well if I were you, I wouldn't place a bet on that,” he said, offering a small smirk.

“I'll take your word on it.” She smiled and pulled away, turning around to head to the restroom as he went to the kitchen to get the Lasagna.

He served the Lasagna on two plates and they ate on the sofa, engaging in pleasant conversation. They also came up with something to tell Rosabell when Emma showed up for her appointment the following week, although Killian didn't like the idea very well, nor did Emma, but they knew it would be believable. Neither of them enjoyed lying about their relationship, especially considering the fact that they had to hide their affections for each other from everyone. And he couldn't help but wish that he could take her on a proper date and show her off to his parents and everyone else he knew. The fact that he couldn't bothered him more than he would ever admit.

After they finished eating, he took the dirty dishes to the sink and rinsed them off. When he returned to her on the sofa, they settled into a comfortable position. He curled his arm around her shoulder as she rested her hand on his chest. Emma's face was buried in the crook of his neck as she started pressing her lips to his skin. He groaned and tilted his head back as she kissed his neck, her hand sliding up to to his face to bring him closer. He closed his eyes and drew in a long breath as her fingers brushed along the scruff of his chin. He enjoyed the sensation coursing through him, the feel of her warm lips on his skin, arousal stirring in his belly and traveling south. She lightly sucked and nibbled on his neck, causing his erection to grow as her hand slid down his body. He felt the urge to stop her but she was quick in her endeavor to grab his package and all inhibitions escaped him. Another groan spilled from his lips as she started rubbing the hardness through his jeans, fostering heat that spread through his body and accumulated below his belt. The logical part of his brain was foggy with lust and in all honesty, he didn't want her to stop.

“Fuck…” he whispered as he ground his crotch against her hand. It's been far too long since he's been touched by anyone but himself.

“How does that feel?” she asked quietly in his ear.

“Gods, so good, love…”

She smiled deviously. “See, I don't even have to get you drunk to seduce you.”

A smile curved his mouth as he managed a reply, remembering their conversation from their first date. He didn't need to be intoxicated from alcohol, she was intoxicating enough. “No love, you've got me in the palm of your hand,” he quipped.

She giggled and it was probably the most pleasant sound he's ever heard. Although if she kept up her ministrations, he's certain he could extract more pleasant sounds from that beautiful mouth of hers.

Emma pulled her lips from his neck and sat up, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. He bit his bottom lip, anticipation building as she reached into his boxers and pulled out his unbearably hard cock. She moaned, taking it into her hand, stroking him up and down, brushing her thumb over the beads of pre-cum that leaked from his tip.

“Love, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come,” he managed, his voice wrecked as she paid no attention and slid off the couch, settling in between his thighs. He didn't have time to protest any further before she took him in her mouth. A loud groan escaped him as his hands found her hair, his fingers losing themselves in her locks. Her face sank down further upon him, gradually adjusting and devouring his whole length. He rocked himself slowly in her hot mouth, not wanting to hurt her. She released him, holding him steady in her hand as she looked up at him.

“Don't hold back. I want to make you feel good,” she breathed. “I want you to be selfish and take what your heart desires.”

He opened his eyes and lifted his head from the couch, looking down at her. “I have no desire to hurt you.”

“You won't,” she assured him. “I promise you can't hurt me.” He swallowed thickly, wondering if she meant that he couldn't hurt her anymore than she already has been because she’s developed a high tolerance for pain or if she was just immune to it altogether. “Please, Killian… I want to taste your cum in my mouth like you’ve tasted me.” He was surprised by her plea but at the same time, he was unbelievably turned on.

“Yes mam. If you insist,” he concurred with delight, allowing her to continue as she lowered her head again and kissed his velvety tip. He watched as his hard length disappeared inside of her mouth and she proceeded to suck on him. Her lips felt amazing around him and he threw his head back into the sofa, groaning as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She took her sweet time torturing him and teasing him with her lips and tongue, although it didn't take her long to have him unraveling when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she moaned, sending a bolt of electricity through his body.

“Emma… oh fuck that's good...”

His hands cupped the back of her head, pressing her just a bit further, no longer able to hold back as he thrusted himself deep into her mouth, chasing his orgasm. She responded by bobbing her head more fiercely, and he was soon on the edge of release. She moved faster, taking him as deep as she could until his hips were stuttering and his body stilled, shooting his cum down her throat.

His body went limp as he sank into the couch, catching his breath and letting his heart slow down. She gave him one last suck and licked his slit, making him shudder before climbing into his lap, her legs straddling him. “Bloody hell…” His breathing was ragged as he tried to gather his strength.

However, she only made it more difficult when she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands through his chest hair and up to his neck and jaw. His hands rested at her hips, gently pressing his fingertips into her clothed skin. “Doing alright there?”

“Oh, my sweet love, you have no idea.” He was still floating from his orgasm as she pressed gentle kisses to his neck.

Finally, he was able to move again and grabbed her hand as he lifted his head and opened his eyes, bringing her fingers to his lips. They're eyes met, the stunning green piercing through him. They stared each other down, desire burning in their depths, both of them silent. He wanted to tell her he loved her right then and there, but he knew it was too soon, even though he knew she felt it too, she practically told him so.

Before he could form any other coherent thoughts, she grabbed his collar and smashed her lips into his. He closed his eyes again, savoring the touch of her soft lips and the taste of her tongue. The kiss gradually grew more intense, igniting the fire inside of him once again. She moaned, feeling the evidence of his arousal through her panties as she rolled her hips into him. He groaned as his hand followed the curves of her body, his fingertips itching to touch her breasts that were pressed firmly into his chest. He willed himself to stop and release her lips, catching his breath as he tried to speak.

“Emma… we shouldn't…”

She whined in complaint, chasing his lips with hers as he pulled away. “If it's because you don't have protection, I think it's safe to say you can't knock me up,” she joked with a strangled laugh. Her lips were kiss-swollen, her face flushed, hair tousled, and eyes glittering. “And you have first-hand knowledge that I'm clean, and I know you haven't been with anyone since Milah.”

“Love, that's not it. I just think we should wait.”

She pulled back, her face a mixture of disappointment and confusion. “Why? Because I'm pregnant and too big? I thought you of all people would accept me this way.” He could hear the irritation in her words and he berated himself for being such a bloody moron.

“Emma, you know that's not it. I find you to be insanely attractive as you are, believe me. I would tear your clothes in a heartbeat if I wasn't so much of a sodding idiot.” His words came out a little more loudly than he intended and to make matters worse, she looked even more confused.

“Then what is it?”

He considered his answer before putting it together in words, speaking in a more gentle and breezy tone. “Well, you know I don't have any problem with the little lad, but…” He put his hands on her stomach, caressing her gently to soothe her. Her expression relaxed underneath his touch as she patiently awaited his answer. “But, he's always in my way,” Killian replied with a light chuckle.

“Well, I know, but we can work around him, can't we?” she asked, her lips pulling into a seductive smirk.

“Aye, but our first time together…” he leaned in, his voice low and raspy. “I want to be able to hold your body against mine, watch you writhe in my arms as I make you come undone.”

Her eyes were filled with a yearning desire as though she were imagining what he was saying and a small whine fell from her lips. “Well, we have plenty of time for that after I have the baby, don't you think?”

He loved her optimism and the fact that she was thinking about them as a couple after she had the baby. “Aye, but-”

Emma pressed a finger to his lips to shush him. “No more buts. You're over-thinking this. I want you. You want me. It's that simple. If you want our first time to be memorable than why not take advantage of this unique opportunity of me being pregnant? I have a lifetime ahead of me of not being pregnant so I refuse to let my pregnancy get in our way. And yes, we might have to put a little more work into it, but…” Emma smirked and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously as she leaned in, cupping his jaw in her hands, speaking in a playful tone. “...that just means we’ll have to experiment and try multiple positions to find one that works and have fun while we do.”

Without even blinking, Killian lifted her up effortlessly, letting her feet hit the floor before he adjusted his pants and stood up. He scooped her in his arms, picking her up and kissing her deeply as he made his way out of the living room and to the staircase, using his back to open doors in his path. Emma beamed with excitement as they reached the stairs, smiling and blushing.

“Wait. You shouldn't carry me up. You won't be able to hold onto the railing if you trip or something,” she pointed out, her tone ringing with enthusiasm.

“Good point.” He was gushing with excitement as well, a smile spread across his lips as he set her down and took her hand. They went up the steps as quickly as her pregnant belly would allow. He felt like a giddy schoolboy losing his virginity.

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[the-record-columns]

May 24, 2017: Columns

Take two aspirin and cut me out a steak

By KEN WELBORN

Record Publisher

A while back, I wrote about the sale of the old Thrift Super Market building on the corner of Fourth and C streets in North Wilkesboro .

At the time, I really had no idea as to the future of the site, but frankly was afraid it would become part of yet another parking lot.

I'm glad to be wrong. While I still do not know the plans for the building, work is going on that appears to mean restoration, not demolition. Yea!

Through the years, I have written many times about my job as a bag-boy at the Thrift, about H. D. and Ann Ball, the owners, and their three daughters, who all worked there at one time or another. Most of the stories have been about my favorite person - me - but when I write about the owners, it is always fun as well.

Mr. and Mrs. Ball were the ideal couple in that they balanced perfectly. Mr. Ball was all about the business of making money and was frugal to say the least. Mrs. Ball, on the other hand, was a kind soul with a big heart and, as I have often said, would give stuff away out the back door to folks in any kind of distress as quickly as her husband could bring it in through the front.

But it was the amazing variety of customers that made their way into that little neighborhood grocery store that made the place truly memorable for a 14-year-old kid bagging and delivering groceries. Of those none was more memorable than J, W. Paisley, Jr., MD.

I am fairly sure that Dr. Paisley was the first black physician with a private practice in Wilkes County . He started out on A Street , but when I met him he was on Main  Street in the old Carolina Mirror office building behind what was then the FCX store. (This same building was later the office of another wonderful healer, Dr. Walter C. Holloway.)

Dr. Paisley was always dressed like Beau Brummel heading to a fashion show or a Sunday church service. Always in a three-piece suit and tie with a matching handkerchief, his shoes shined like new pennies. His office hours ended at 7 p.m., and the Thrift was open till 8 p.m. Quite often Dr. Paisley would drop by the store to grab milk and bread and eggs to take home. Many times on his late evening shopping visits, Mr. Ball would fall in behind him seeking one kind or another of medical advice. Up and down the aisles they would go, one shopping, one suffering.

Well, one fateful Saturday evening a very dapper but visibly tired Dr, Paisley came into the Thrift Super Market. This visit had an uneventful start, as he ambled by the magazine rack, past the produce department and on to the dairy case. However, as Dr. Paisley approached the meat counter in the back of the store, Mr. Ball spied him standing next to the Chit-Chat Cookie rack. Immediately Mr. Ball flew out of the meat market and began to recount his problems to the good doctor. Mr. Ball suffered through the pickle loaf and luncheon meats on into the hamburger and chuck roasts. His pains continued through the rib-eyes and T-bone steaks and into the sausage, livermush and country ham. By the time Dr. Paisley and Mr. Ball had made it to the very end of the meat counter where the old-timey fatback (with the hair still on it) and souse meat resided, their conversation was complete.

All the way down the meat counter, as Dr. Paisley patiently dispensed medical advice he was gathering up his order of steaks and chops. Then, as he completed his (doctor) visit with Mr. Ball, he slid his hand under that stack of steaks and such and tucked them under his arm.

As he walked away, he remarked, "Mr. Ball, I'd say we're just about even, wouldn't you?" And he sailed down the toilet paper aisle, past the cash registers up front, and out the door without another word.

I dared not laugh out loud, but I was sorely tempted. Ann did laugh out loud when I told her. If Mr. Ball was ever going to have a heart attack, it would have been then. As long as I worked there, my memory is that Dr. Paisley, from then on, shopped in peace.

 Adverse to failure

By LAURA WELBORN

We all have an adversity towards failure, yet it is through our failures that we redefine ourselves- repurpose if you will.

       But who wants to go through it?  I do not believe people start off the day looking to do harm or find something they can fail at- it just happens. Who wants to emulate or be like someone who has failed? Yet these people have the most to teach us.  

       And if failure happens despite our best effort, I want to know at the end of the day that I have been intentional at being kind to others and having "done no harm" at the very least.  If my intentions are good then I am ok with failures- or shall I say it just wasn't the right time for my brilliant idea.  

       Because I am trying to be intentional about my life- I looked at some ways to be focused and intentional.

Intent exercise:

       Set aside five minutes to sit quietly.  Choose a happy place.  Take a few minutes to settle, breathing in deeply, inhaling and exhaling without trying to control your breath or control anything... just letting it flow and its rhythm relax you.  Then ask yourself the following questions...- just take time to experience what comes to mind when you ask:

       Who am I?  This question is meant to have us look at what is important to us, what we value in life etc...

What do I want?  

       Again this is to go beyond material things but what we want in our lives- to make us happy, loved secure, energized and purposeful.  Intents aren't merely goals they come from the soul, somewhere deep inside you.  When we think out our intents, cultivate and express them we create an atmosphere where they are more likely to happen.  

How can I serve?  

       When we This is how to bring meaning to our actions and to live each moment with integrity in keeping with what matters most to you.  

       What does the universe want from me? When we start to look around us for how we can impact others we start to on the path of taking action and taking action is a definite "stimulation of the feel good hormone dopamine". Dopamine is the root of how pain pills work and other drugs that artificially stimulate our brain.  The more we stimulate naturally our own Dopamine the more we get the same effect that drugs can give us.  

       This exercise is important as it makes our mind start noticing and paying attention to our thoughts and actions.  Sharing our intention with others increases our chance of taking action as we become accountable towards others when we make the smallest of commitments towards our intentions,  

       So why failures are absolutely no fun, they can help guide us into repurposing ourselves until maybe we are that person we want to be.

       And thank you Sandy Tilley for reminding me of the good in our small part of the world, and how important it is to be intentional.

  Paying terrorists and teaching children to hate not a path to peace

By EARL COX

Special to The Record

When President Donald Trump met Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas at the White House, Trump requested that Abbas halt the PA's overt incitement to violence and terrorism against Israel, and its $137.8 million in annual payouts to jailed terrorists and suicide bombers' families. Abbas insisted, "We are raising our youth, our children, our grandchildren on a culture of peace." This double-speak not only denies well-documented evidence; it's consistent with Islamic ideology which condones deceiving non-Muslims to advance Islam's political interests. But a highly ranked-and rankled-PA official spoke more to the point. Senior foreign-policy adviser Nabil Shaath said: "It's absurd to request that we stop paying the families of prisoners. That would be like asking Israel to stop paying its soldiers." The PA insists that Palestinians being held in Israeli prisons for committing acts of terror are not terrorists but rather "freedom fighters" and therefore are entitled to receive salaries.  The PA also claims that these payments are a type of social welfare to help the families of the prisoners although the prisoners are under no obligation to give any portion of their "salaries" to their families.

A Glimpse Into the 'Absurd'

       Shaath's response is a window into the Palestinian mind-specifically, how it perceives its "army." The Palestine Liberation Organization was founded in 1964 to oppose Israel. It consisted of Palestinian refugees under Fatah leader Yasser Arafat. Abbas, a PLO co-founder, and former Arafat deputy, is currently PLO chairman.

       The PLO charter, on which the PA Constitution is based, calls for Israel's destruction; declares "armed struggle" as "the only way to liberate Palestine"; and describes armed "fedayeen [paramilitary and terrorist] action as the nucleus and "protective force" of the "Palestinian war of liberation." The Constitution calls for training all Palestinians to "prepare them for the battle of liberation." Training for this battle begins in kindergarten, with teachers inciting children and teens to hate, violence and murder against Israelis.

       Though the PA has diplomatically softened the language of its original charter, the politically appealing word "liberation" in its founding documents literally means Israel's total destruction and the Palestinian takeover of its "homeland" which they consider all of Israel, Jerusalem and the West Bank. That's why the official PA/PLO map of Palestine, draped in the PA flag, depicts Israel plus the West Bank as its future Palestinian state. To lay a contrived "legal" groundwork for "liberation," the charter states "claims of historical or religious ties of Jews with Palestine are incompatible with the facts of history"; and the 1947 partition of Palestine, Israel's establishment, the Balfour Declaration and the Palestine Mandate are "entirely illegal" and "null and void" because they are "contrary to the will of the Palestinian people."  So much for international law and recorded history.

Militant or Military?

       For those who respect democratic values, what's most startling about Shaath's retort is his stark equation of the "protective force" of terrorists who blow up buses, stab women, and ram cars into pedestrians with a legitimate army like the Israel Defense Forces.  The IDF was forged in 1948 to defend its citizens and borders after pan-Arab attacks attempting to eradicate the fledgling Jewish state. In line with Israel's moral code which cherishes life, every recruit studies the IDF code of ethics which states: "The soldier shall always bear in mind the supreme value of human life," and must limit the "use of force… to prevent unnecessary harm to human life and limb, dignity and property." It's important to note that the IDF code of ethics refers to ALL human life as being of supreme value and this includes the Palestinians.?

       The U.S. House Appropriations Committee is examining the PA's siphoning of foreign aid to its "army of martyrs." These salaries violate American laws that prohibit U.S. aid from benefiting terrorism. Rep. Grace Meng, (D-N.Y.) said, "There cannot be peace if children are raised with hatred" and that she'll work to end the program. "Abbas' denial of the reality of incitement is something that we need to continue to strongly look into," she said. Trump's visit to Israel offers a timely opportunity for Americans to appeal to Congress.

       Considering the Palestinian mindset and its goal to destroy Israel, a paper agreement that Arab states will "recognize Israel's right to exist" should be a precondition for negotiations-not the ultimate goal. The right deal should enforce a complete, properly monitored end to Palestinian incitement to violence and terror, and should include strenuous safeguards and penalties against such attacks.

    A boat ride to Ocracoke and talks of Blackbeard  

By Carl White

When I started out for my third visit to the Island of Ocracoke, I remembered a friend telling me he enjoyed taking the Swan Quarter Ferry because he had less drive time and more time to relax or do a bit of writing on the ride over. I normally enjoy taking the longer way, especially when the opportunity to see something new is around the corner. Today was different. I was traveling solo and the idea of having a driver for a few hours appealed to me.

The weather was clear. However, it had been raining for days and  I saw a lot of standing water in yards as I made my way closer to Swan Quarter, I also noticed the already white cotton fields were heavy with water; I was sure that would not be good for the harvest.

The line to get on the ferry was long, but moved at a comfortable pace and it looked to me as if there would be little room for additional passengers. Once onboard, I sat down on the passenger deck with iPad in hand, reflecting on my travels. I was sitting up front on the inside in a comfortable seat. The outside deck was just in front of me and looked inviting. There were four or five windblown couples sitting arm to arm with the sun warming them from the west.

About thirty minutes into the journey I decided to step out on the forward deck. When I first sat down amidst fellow travelers it was like I could hear all the conversations, but the sounds of the gentle waves soon took over, and before long they became the center of my awareness.

The waves were mild and the clouds had broken from three days of heavy rain. I loved the wind over the water. There was a fresh, sweet smell in the air and the warmth from the sun provided what I would consider a near perfect moment.

One couple was still sitting where they were when I first saw them; she now had her head on his shoulder and he seemed proud to have his love so near.  I enjoy seeing people travel to special places like Ocracoke. They seem happy and full of hope.  

I, too, was looking forward to my visit on the island. I had reservations at The Cove Bed and Breakfast, which has a good breakfast and a nice at home feel to it. It's also within walking distance to Springer's Point, a part of the Coastal Land Trust. It has great natural beauty and is of historic note as it was the place where Edward Teach aka Blackbeard engaged in his final battle. On a previous trip I enjoyed conversations at Springer's Point with the charismatic Kevin Duffas, an author who has written extensively about Blackbeard.

The natural beauty and history of the island makes it the perfect type of place for me to visit.

I’m not sure how it is for you, but I am convinced that nature can be some of the best therapy if we allow it, even the birds that follow the ferry seem to drift along in an almost hypnotic flight path.

On this voyage, the things that wowed me the most was the simplicity of gentle waves, relaxed travelers, the warm sun and a few hours of tranquil thoughts.

Carl White is the executive producer and host of the award winning syndicated TV show Carl White’s Life In the Carolinas. The weekly show is now in its 8th year of syndication and can be seen in the Charlotte viewing market on WJZY Fox 46 Saturdays at 12 noon.  For more on the show visit  www.lifeinthecarolinas.com, You can email Carl White at Carl@lifeinthecarolinas.com.          

Copyright 2017 Carl White

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The Walking Dead: 15 Times The Comic Was Too Controversial For TV

The Season 7 premiere of “The Walking Dead” drew criticism for reaching a level of violence some found to be gratuitous, even for a show where people are regularly devoured by the undead. However, readers of “The Walking Dead” comic know that the book is never afraid to explore more taboo subject matter, and that the show has routinely toned down or reinvented aspects of the comic’s story.

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Considering the fact that the show is back in just a few short weeks, and that we certainly have a lot more time with Negan and the Saviors ahead, it’s the perfect time to look back on 15 moments (in chronological order) from Robert Kirkman’s original comic that were too controversial for TV.

WARNING: The following list contains mature language, disturbing images and spoilers.

CARL KILLS SHANE

One of the most dramatic differences between “The Walking Dead” TV show and the comic is its treatment of Shane. Because Season 2 spent so much time on the Greene family farm, Shane also got a chance for some serious character development. The same can’t be said of his comic counterpart. He meets his end in a very similar fashion, but much earlier in the series, and with a 7-year-old Carl Grimes pulling the trigger.

Back in issue #6, before the group had even left their original camp in Atlanta, a confrontation between Rick and Shane over moving the group comes to a head when Shane punches Rick. When Lori retaliates and takes Rick’s side, Shane storms off into the woods with Rick following close behind to try and talk things out. Shane starts ranting about how Rick “should have stayed dead,” so that he and Lori could have been together, before aiming a gun at his best friend. Just before he can pull the trigger, Carl, who secretly followed his father as back-up, shoots him in the neck and Shane chokes on his own blood.

ANDREA LOVES DALE

Andrea and Dale’s TV show counterparts may have the same backstories, but that’s where the similarities in their relationship end. Instead of having an often begrudging pseudo father-daughter relationship, the two are actually lovers in the “The Walking Dead” comic.

Their relationship is originally revealed all the way back in issue #8, when Donna catches the two of them having sex. Despite the 43 year difference between them, Dale and Andrea actually have one of the more stable relationships over the course of the series. The pair even act as adoptive parents to Billy and Ben (who show up later on this list) after the death of their parents Allen and Donna. Though their relationship has some rough patches thanks to Dale’s insecurity and inability to accept that a beautiful young woman like Andrea could ever really love an old man like him, they ultimately work through their issues and remain together happily until Dale’s untimely death in issue #66.

THE SUICIDE PACT

If any one character suffered from “The Walking Dead’s” jump to television (after Andrea, of course), it was Tyreese. Despite Chad Coleman’s excellent portrayal of the character, he was never really given the chance to grow into the man he was on the page. One of the many elements of his character that was lost in translation was that instead of his sister Sasha, Tyreese is accompanied by his teenage daughter Julie and her boyfriend Chris.

The two lovebirds are mostly just background characters whose primary function is to babysit the younger kids, until issue #14, where the teens commit to shooting each other in a suicide pact. The only problem is Chris shoots Julie too early, and subsequently cowers naked in the corner as Tyreese cries, clutching his daughter’s corpse. She quickly turns and attacks Tyreese, and since Rick is unable to get a clear shot, Chris takes her down. Tyreese proceeds to choke him to death and then continues to beat his corpse until and after it reanimates.

DECAPITATING THE GREENE GIRLS

Another pretty significant departure for the show is its depiction of The Greene Family. While in the show, Hershel has remarried and the Greene’s are shown to be a blended family of five, in the comics, he is a widower with seven children. Among the children who didn’t make the cut for the show were Hershel’s twin daughters Rachel and Susie. Although the twins are pretty much exclusively background characters, their deaths are easily one of the more shocking moments in the early days of the book.

Literally one issue after our last entry, at the conclusion of “The Walking Dead” #15, the pair’s decapitated remains are found in the prison’s barbershop by Hershel. At the start of issue #16, Maggie finds Hershel and the pair huddled together in tears as the girls turn. Prison inmate, Dexter, is originally believed to be the murderer, but we soon learn it was actually the unassuming Thomas when he attempts to murder Andrea.

THREE’S COMPANY

Excluding her name and backstory, the comic book version of Carol would be totally unrecognizable to fans who have only watched the show. Far from the strong, intelligent and at-times scary woman she’s grown into on the show, in the comics Carol is a mentally unstable and totally dependent person. That dependence on other people hits its peak in issue #26, a few issues after her relationship with Tyreese ends (and she attempts suicide by slitting her wrists in front of her daughter Sophia), when she proposes a polygamous marriage to Lori.

Her weird sexual tension with the couple begins well before that though. In issue #16, after believing Tyreese is dead, she kisses Lori after expressing how much she feels she owes the Grimes family. She pulls a similar move in issue #24 when she kisses Rick for defending her honor after it’s revealed Tyreese has cheated on her. While both politely decline Carol’s advances, her proposal greatly damages her only stable relationships in the prison, and lands her on our list again later.

RICK LOSES HIS HAND

Our next batch of entries all focus on the group’s dealings with The Governor. On the show, despite being portrayed as a deeply disturbed man, he’s given a slight chance at redemption and even empathy in the eyes of the viewer. However, in the comics, The Governor is an absolute monster, and we learn this right from the group’s first interaction with him in issues #27-28.

While on a mission to search a downed helicopter for supplies, Rick, Michonne and Glenn arrive at Woodbury in hopes of finding people with cars, fuel, and other supplies. Shortly after arriving, the three are apprehended and taken to The Governor for interrogation, but not before he threatens to feed them to walkers of course. When they refuse to admit they’ve come from a community, The Governor chops off Rick’s right hand to show “just how serious this situation is.”

THE ASSAULT OF MICHONNE

In what is easily the most unsettling moment we’ll discuss on this list, Michonne is bound in a holding cell and sexually assaulted by The Governor off-panel at least twice over the course of issues #28-32. After Rick’s hand is cut off, Michonne attacks the Governor and manages to bite one of his ears off before being pulled off by one of his men. Instead of killing her, The Governor has Michonne brought to one of Woodbury’s holding cells and has her arms and legs strung up to the walls before returning later to assault her.

He does so again in issue #29 as an interrogation tactic after locking Glenn in the next room and forcing him to listen (despite not actually asking him any questions). Michonne is kept as The Governor’s prisoner until issue #32 (more on that in minute), but excluding seeing her participate in a pit fight where she straight up decapitates a man, we’re not shown what happens to her during the rest of her imprisonment. We can assume, however, it’s nothing good.

THE REVENGE OF MICHONNE

After being freed by some of the people of Woodbury, Rick and Glenn free Michonne from her cell in issue #32, only to have her part ways with the group right as they’re about to escape; she says she wishes to “visit The Governor.” The next time we see her is the end of the issue… when she breaks down his door.

Issue #33 picks up with the two of them fighting until Michonne knocks him unconscious with the butt of her katana. When he awakes, The Governor is bound and gagged, and Michonne informs him that this is actually the second time he passed out, due to her nailing his penis to a board. Her revenge only gets more graphic from there, and unlike her assault, we see almost every excruciating detail realized by artist Charlie Adlard. As The Governor’s men finally arrive at the door, she comments on how it looks like his penis could still recover, so she cuts it off before making her final exit.

THE BREAKDOWN OF CAROL

We touched on this earlier, but after her proposal to Lori, Carol’s already fragile state of mind takes a major hit as her best friend and primary support system begins to pull away from her. The friction building between Carol and Lori all comes to a head in issue #30. While trying to console Lori about Rick being missing (while he’s being held at Woodbury), Carol puts her hand on Lori’s leg as a sign of compassion. Lori takes this is as another advance and completely unloads on Carol before taking Carl and storming off.

From that point forward, we see Carol’s mental state continually deteriorate, until, seeing it as her only escape, she plans to commit suicide in issue #42. Unaware of her plans, Carol gets Lori to agree to look after Sophia should anything ever happen to her, before seducing Hershel’s son Billy. She then enters the courtyard where Alice had been keeping a walker for study and begins talking to it. She laments that she has no place at the prison, and no friends left in the world, save for the walker. She inches closer and closer, eventually welcoming the walker to bite her neck and end her life.

THE KISS OF DEATH

In his last appearance on this list, The Governor somehow manages to make himself even more disgusting. In issue #43, we see The Governor remove all of his zombified “daughter” Penny’s teeth with pliers. He explains to her that this is “for the good of (their) relationship,” and upon finishing the job kisses her on the mouth. Although he vomits from the taste, he apologizes and assures Penny that he’ll eventually get used to it.

This happens shortly after his recovery from Michonne’s revenge, but before Woodbury’s final assault on the prison. There’s no indication of abuse prior to Penny’s death during her appearances in the series, or in any of the other comic appearances of the character, so we’re sort of left wondering what led The Governor to do this. That being said, even just a little extra research into his backstory will give you an idea of how mentally unstable he actually is.

THE DEATHS OF LORI AND JUDITH

Another death that’s significantly less heavy in the show than in the comics is that of Lori, in part, because baby Judith also doesn’t make it. After an unsuccessful attack on the prison forces a retreat for Woodbury’s forces, Dale, Andrea, Billy, Ben, Sophia, Glenn and Maggie all pile into the RV, electing to leave the prison behind in order to avoid further conflict from The Governor.

In what he probably considers his greatest failure, Rick refuses to abandon the prison before the Governor’s attack, believing that they will, again, be able to successfully fight them off. In issue #48, after The Governor drives a tank over the prison’s fences, a hoard of walkers, as well as Woodbury’s army, storm the gates as Rick and his people try to escape. During the assault Lori takes a shotgun blast to the back before falling and crushing Judith as Rick looks on in horror.

MAGGIE TRIES TO KILL HERSELF

Despite Glenn’s best efforts to comfort her, Maggie slips into a serious depression after the fall of the prison and the loss of what little family she had left. Deciding she can no longer cope, she sneaks away during a dinner in issue #55 on the group’s way to D.C. and attempts suicide by hanging herself from a tree. When Glenn realizes she’s been gone a bit too long, he goes looking and finds her hanging. At the start of issue #56, he calls out to the group, and with Abraham’s help is able to cut her down from the tree.

When he realizes she isn’t breathing, he attempts to give her CPR, but is stopped by Abraham who wants to shoot her, believing she is dead. Things escalate quickly after blows are exchanged between Glenn and Abraham. Rick then pulls a gun on Abe telling him to put down his weapon or he’ll shoot. During the back and forth between the three, Maggie gasps for air and wakes up.

CARL KILLS BEN

Fans of both the show and the comic know that the five-year-old twin boys, Ben and Billy from the books, are replaced on the show by aged-up sisters Lizzie and Mika, respectively. The main beats of their storylines are fairly similar, but much like the first item on this list, in the comics it is Carl who pulls the trigger, instead of Carol.

Early on, Ben exhibits signs of sociopathic behavior. He is shown in backgrounds picking on the other children, in issue #60 he’s shown to have killed and mutilated a cat, and in issue #61 he murders his brother Billy, believing he’ll come back to life because he doesn’t touch his brains. The group argues intensely about whether or not to kill Ben based on their inability to trust or help him. The group decides to sleep on it, but Carl takes matters into his own hands. That night, he sneaks into the van Billy is sleeping in and shoots him. The event haunts him for quite some time and he’s shown to sob about it often at night long after the fact.

THE HUNTERS EAT THEIR YOUNG

Much like the show tried to do with The Governor, the cannibalistic people of Terminus are portrayed as, at least partially, sympathetic characters. It was only after altruistically inviting strangers into their community in hopes of creating a sanctuary, and in turn being victimized by those they invited in, that they felt they were forced to adopt their current way of life.

On the other hand, their comic book counterparts, The Hunters, are shown to be little more than weak, opportunistic people who ate their own children due to their inability to hunt. In issue #65, Rick approaches The Hunters alone (with back up watching from the tree line), and in true Bond Villain fashion, Chris, the group’s leader, explains The Hunters’ history and how after eating their own children, the idea of hunting and devouring strangers became much easier to stomach.

NEGAN’S POTTY MOUTH

Though fans of the comic rejoiced at the news that actor Jeffrey Dean Morgan, would finally be bringing Negan to “The Walking Dead” on TV, the question on everyone’s mind was how would the show’s creative team possibly be able to bring Negan’s trademark vulgarity to life on TV?

Now that we’ve seen the character throughout the first half of season 7, we know that it seems AMC has decided to opt out of actually censoring Negan’s foul language, and instead have removed it entirely. Fans hoping to see a Negan truer to the comics can look forward to the Blu-Ray release for season 6, where his introduction is presented uncensored and includes an impressive 23 variations of the F word, including one of Negan’s most iconic lines straight from the comics, “I am gonna beat the holy f- f-ing f-ety f- out of one of you.”

Which moments in “The Walking Dead” are you surprised made it to TV? Let us know in the comments!

“The Walking Dead” returns February 12, 2017.

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