#so i'd rather focus on getting him where he needs to be tonight !

[monstacheol]

𝔄 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔊𝔬𝔡

ϟ 𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: God! Choi Seungcheol x Mortal afab! Reader

ϟ 𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Your marriage wasn't the one to be envied. Marry to one of the ruthless kings due to an arrangement from your father. Being nothing more than a pawn. And you despise it all.

On the night of drinking and celebrating, you decided to turn in for the night. As you walk into your shared bedroom, you are greeted by a God, but not just any other God. The God of Sky and Thunder. King of Gods himself. Who came with a gift.

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ϟ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: Dom Zeus! Seungcheol, Sub Lady! Mortal Reader, dirty talking, breeding kink, oral (f. & m receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms and multiple positions, small amount or maybe more manhandling, a bit of praise kink or more, unprotected sex (stay safe kids), crying from pleasure, size kink, choking, your "husband" talking badly about the gods, Pet name: (y/n): darling. (I feel like I miss something but if I am. Let me know)

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ϟ 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: This was kinda of inspired by a post I made and I thought about it and went "Yeah. Let's go for it." I did say that if my last work was good I would write the next prompt. And we're almost or at 800 notes on the last one, so here we are.

As I was writing this, I was a little nervous and kept telling myself that this isn't good and...Maybe it's not but as always, I want to improve myself. So I hope this is good as I tried my best. Not only that, I start school this month so I wanted to leave something before I take a small hiatus. I know, crazy. I literally just started but I need to focus so please enjoy this work I leave to you. Thank you for giving love to the teaser.

Please like, comment, and reblog for support and improvement, and as always. Let's go.

The room was filled with music, cheers, laughter from soldiers and giggles from women, and the smell of hearty food. It was another night in the throne room, where soldiers get drunk off their asses and celebrate while you sit back and watch them. It was disgusting to look at. Seeing how they drink without care. How they act like fools. Stuffing their faces like animals. Their boisterous behavior. It was revolting. The stench of alcohol and sweat filled the air, leaving you feeling sick to your stomach. You did not understand why men behaved this way; it was repulsive.

You heard the sound of "Ahhh" from behind you.

You turn to see the man who was your husband drinking his drink down his throat in one gulp. As he finishes, he raises his cup, shouting a loud cry that makes the soldiers cheer and raise their cups in response.

'Men.'

You shake your head in belief. "Another. Bring out more wine. Tonight, we celebrate our victory!" he declares, his voice booming with excitement. The soldiers erupt in cheers and laughter, the sound echoing through the evening as you roll your eyes at the soldiers' vibrancy. Your husband notices your exasperated expression and he smiles knowingly at you.

"Now, my wife," your husband says, pulling you close to his lap. His hand grips your chiffon dress. Your face twists with disgust as he attempts to kiss you. The taste of alcohol is heavy on his breath. You push him away gently, avoiding his advances. "Don't be so uptight, my love," he slurred, his words vaguely slurred. He grabs the bottle and pours more wine into the cup. "Drink up and join the revelry," your husband said, handing you a cup of wine.

You gently push the drink away and shake your head, declining his offer. "I'd rather not," you respond, annoyed and disappointed by his persistence. "Come now," your husband said before consuming the alcohol in his cup. "Loosen up a bit; enjoy the party," he urged, his voice growing firm. But you stand your ground, refusing to give in to his pressure and maintaining your boundaries.

"No thanks. I refuse to join in such revelry," you declare, firmly holding onto your decision. He sighs in frustration, clearly frustrated with your refusal.

Your "husband" wasn't the ideal man you pictured spending eternity with. The man you loved was kind. A man who said he would do anything for you. A man who said he would move the mountains from Olympus for you if he could.

He was the one man you ever cared for, but fate snatched him away from you as he died in battle, leaving you heartbroken and alone. You prayed for the gods to bring him back, saying you would do anything. But they didn't hear your prayers in the end. For weeks, you felt devastated and hopeless, grieving the death of your true love. A few days later, you were married to another man by arrangement. By a man who was ruthless, greedy, and only saw you as some pretty little trophy to show off to his peers. And that man happened to be your now husband. He appears one day in your land and promises your father victory in the war if he takes you as his wife. Your father approved no less, and my land was victorious, and now you are trapped here.

You did not care for him, your husband. You despised him with every fiber of your being. But you had no choice but to obey and fulfill your duties as his wife despite your husband 's constant disloyalty when he's away for war. You had to learn to accept your current reality and move on. You still thank the gods for giving you strength and tenacity despite having to put up with a man like him and his behavior. As you were lost in your thoughts, you were interrupted by the cheers and conversation of the troops.

"Did you see how we conquered our enemy?"

"They didn't know what hit them."

"Especially how our king slain their leader in a single combat?

"This victory belongs to the gods."

As you listened to the soldiers celebrate, you heard a sudden "HA" from your husband. The soldier stopped conversing as you turned to see your husband set his cup down.

"You thank the pitiful gods. And why should we thank them for our victory? No. Our victory belongs to us. Not those fickle gods who only watch from above. Our strength and determination enabled us to fight and conquer. Our bravery and perseverance ultimately led us to glory on the battlefield. The gods may have observed, but our actions secured victory," your husband said confidently.

You look at him in disbelief. How can he say that? How can he talk so boldly about them like that? You felt discomfort at his blasphemous words.

"You should not say that about the gods."

Your husband glanced at you at your words. "Oh, really," your husband spoke.

Gulping down his wine before continuing, "Share your thoughts, dear. Why should we thank those pathetic gods?" he asked, his tone challenging.

"They have given us everything to help us, and we must express gratitude for their blessings. If it weren't for them, you would not have won. We must honor them and acknowledge them. We should not anger them with our arrogance," you replied firmly.

Your husband's eyes narrowed. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. "We continue to show our gratitude and respect for the gods, for they have guided us through many challenges and obstacles."

Your husband scoffed at your response, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation. "Gratitude. Respect. Those are just words. Tell me, wife: Did Ares lead us to battle? No. Did Athena bless us with wisdom and strategy? No. Did the mighty Zeus himself strike down our enemies? No," he said, gulping down another cup of wine.

"It was I who led us to the battle. It was I who strategized and inspired my troops. It was us who struck down our enemies and emerged victorious." Your husband growled as his men cheered, agreeing unanimously with him.

"You see, our success is the result of our diligent work and perseverance, not some divine intervention," he declared proudly. "We are the masters of our own destiny, not at the mercy of the whims of the gods," he continued, instilling confidence in his men with his powerful words.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your husband talks down to the gods. You were raised to respect and honor the gods. To thank them for everything they did. For the food they provided, for the safe travel home, for wisdom, for health. Everything. Now here he is, talking down to them. And you knew nothing would materialize if you spoke down to them. You felt disappointed at his lack of reverence for the divine forces that also played a part in their triumph. You couldn't understand how he could be so disrespectful to them, and you weren't going to stay there any longer and watch them celebrate.

You stood up from your husband's lap, and your husband looked at you in confusion. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to bed."

Your husband looked puzzled and grabbed your wrist, holding you in place as you tried to pull away. "What? Just because I insulted the gods, you're really going to leave. Don't you think that's too much, dear?" he replied with a hint of frustration.

"No, my husband."

You snatched your wrist away from his grip. "What's too much is that you think I can stay with someone who insulted the gods after they granted us such favors and blessings? I cannot condone such disrespect, even from you." You turned and walked away, leaving your husband to ponder his actions.

You exit the throne room, strolling down the hall to your bedroom, feeling anger and disappointment. How can he not understand? How can a man be so selfish and ignorant? You shake your head in disbelief. As you strolled along, you saw your maid, Sumni, carrying merely a food tray. She looks up to see you and gasps slightly.

"My lady Y/N," your maid Sumni notices you.

Sumni was one of the people you genuinely enjoyed in this kingdom. She was a great listener, very attentive, and very kind. "Is everything okay?" she asks, concern evident in her voice. You pause, debating whether to confront her about your husband's behavior. But you nod your head and reply, "Yes, Sumni. I am fine. Just a bit tired, that's all."

Sumni nodded understandingly. "Would you like me to accompany you to bed?" she asked kindly. You shook your head and declined her offer, thanking her for her concern. Sumni smiled warmly at you before dismissing herself, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You continue your journey to the bedroom. As soon as you arrive at your bedroom door, you push the door open, step inside, and slightly close it. You sigh as your head presses against the frame, exhausted from the day's events.

"Long night!"

You heard a voice behind you. You turned around to see a mysterious man lying on his side across from your bed, a mischievous grin on his face. You felt a jolt of surprise at the man's unexpected presence in your bedroom. "Who are you?" you asked cautiously, your heart racing uncertainly. The man chuckled softly and replied, "I'm just someone who couldn't resist meeting you."

You glanced at the man's appearance. He had a white toga draped over his shoulder and a gold cuff wrapped around one of his biceps, which was exposed. His pec was exposed, while the other was concealed under the toga. His toga was short so that you could see his muscular legs. His eyes were pierced brown, and his smile was charming. His hair was black and wet, and he was breath-taking. The more you look at him, the more you find yourself drawn to his mysterious aura. You were so lost in thought that you heard him laugh.

"What's the matter, darling? Lost in thought?" he asks with a playful smirk.

You shook your head, cleared all your thoughts, and got to the question.

"W-What are you doing here? You are trespassing, and I would appreciate it if you left immediately," you stammer, feeling a mix of fear and fascination at the mysterious stranger in your room. The man chuckles, his grin widening as he replies.

"Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the celebration of your king's victory. As if your husband needed it," the man said.

A small scoff escaped his lips. "That your husband of yours," he continued.

"That man thinks we are not the reason behind his success. He's so power-hungry and incompliant that he can't even get on his knees and thank us after what we've done to make him victorious. I must say I don't think they'll be so happy to hear about that. It's a shame. Really. How ungrateful people can be," the man said with a hint of disappointment.

You listen as this man talks badly about your husband like he knows him. Before you could speak, he continued.

"But you, Lady Y/N."

You froze as the mysterious man said your name.

"You're such a loyal worshipper. You thank the gods for every endeavor and never falter in your devotion. A woman like you should be rewarded," the man expressed.

The way the man in front of you looks at you. It was like he was undressing you with his eyes. His gaze was intense and unwavering. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you tried to maintain your composure.

"W-Who are you?" you said, asking again.

The man smirked at my question.

"I am known by many names. Zojz. Tinia. Jupiter. Zeus. But," the man said as he slowly rose from your bed, full of confidence, "you can call me Seungcheol."

Your eyes widen in shock as you realize the man's true identity. "M-My... God," you stammer, feeling two emotions at once: fear and awe wash over you. You instantly fall to the floor, bowing. "Please forgive me for any disrespect I may have shown," you say, bowing your head in reverence.

Seungcheol chuckled softly, his grin widening at your reaction. A loyal follower, he thought to himself. He slowly approached you as you kowtowed before him, his presence towering over you. "Rise," he commanded gently, offering a hand to help you stand. As you looked up at him, you couldn't help but feel an admiration and reverence for the god standing before you.

"There will be no formalities," he said. As you take his hand and stand up, Seungcheol's eyes twinkle with amusement. He was taller than you expected, and his presence exuded a sense of power and authority that made you feel equally intimidated and intrigued.

"My god."

You were speechless. You didn't know what to say, and the words hadn't even begun to form. Seungcheol noticed your awe and chuckled softly.

"You seem lost in words right now, darling," Seungcheol said. His deep voice resonated through you, sending shivers down your spine. It was as if he could read your thoughts and emotions with just a glance.

"I- It's just that I didn't expect such a sudden visit," you stammered, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Would you like me to leave?" he asked. You shake your head quickly. "N-No. Please stay. I didn't mean—"

"Don't worry, darling," Seungcheol interrupted with a reassuring smile. "Just teasing you a bit."

His smile was gentle and warm, putting you at ease. He then stepped away from you and trailed around the room. Taking in everything about his surroundings, even looking at the unfinished tapestry mounted on the wall. With a persistent and powerful head, he strolled around.

"Besides, I didn't want to leave without giving you a gift," Seungcheol stated.

A gift... for you...

"W-What kind of gift?" is all you can manage to stammer out of. "A special one," he answered.

"How special is the gift?" you asked, curious. Seungcheol finally stopped walking and turned back to you with a mysterious glint in his eyes, making your heart race with anticipation.

"What if I told you that your gift, your special little gift, was something that I wanted to show you? To thank you for showing such admiration for me." Seungcheol responded with a mischievous smile. Your mind raced with possibilities as you waited for him to reveal the surprise he had in store for you.

"What if I said your gift was me? Would you believe me?" Seungcheol's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he waited for your response.

"Y-you, my god," you stammered out, feeling a rush of emotions at his unexpected revelation. Seungcheol nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You have been such a loyal follower. Why not reward you for your dedication? Besides, I think you deserve it," he declared as his eyes never left yours.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Him. Your god. Offering himself. To you. As a gift. It left you speechless and overwhelmed with emotions. You couldn't. You didn't know what to say. Minutes ago, you were in the throne room with your husband and his soldiers, and now you're here with Seungcheol, your god, offering himself to you as a reward for your loyalty. The weight of his offer combined with the intensity of his gaze left you breathless and unsure of how to respond.

"My god."

"Seungcheol," he interrupted, his smile widening.

"Seungcheol. I-I couldn't conceivably accept such an offer," you stammered, turning around.

This was so much to process right now. You. You simply couldn't accept it, even though it was tempting. Even if you were completely captivated by him. You couldn't accept it. You just couldn't. The internal struggles were overwhelming as you were torn between your desire and your duty. The conflict within you was palpable, but you knew you had to answer.

You were so lost in your thoughts. You didn't even hear him coming behind you as you turned around and found him standing right before you. Frightened, you took a step back, and your back hit the wall behind you as he trapped you with his arms on either side of your head as he towered over you. Your breath quickened as you met his intense gaze.

"Why not?" Seungcheol softly asked.

His hand moved down to cup your cheek; his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

"Don't you want it? I mean, you've been such a good girl. Don't you want to be rewarded? For being such," Seungcheol said as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Loyal."

Another is placed on the bridge of the nose.

"Good."

Then your cheek. Then he trails down your neck, and your breath is caught in your throat as he pauses right there, teasing you with his lips hovering just above your collarbone.

"Girl."

It's then that he presses his lips against your collarbone, sending a wave of desire through your body. Suddenly, he trailed kisses up your neck, each setting off a fire within you. The sensation of his lips on your skin was electrifying, and every kiss he placed made your body ache, leaving a trail of heat in its wake and your pussy clenching around nothing. As he made his way up, he pulled away slightly, his lips ghosting over your ear, and whispered, "So... will you accept this gift of mine? This gift from a god?" His voice was low and seductive.

Both of you stared at each other. His gaze was intense, making your heart race. It was then that you stopped fighting. You stopped fighting the pull of attraction between you two and gave in to the overwhelming desire as you nodded slowly. "Ah. Ah. I need words, darling," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

Your breath comes short as you gather the courage to respond. "Yes," you utter, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seungcheol's smile widens, revealing a hint of satisfaction before his eyes glance down at your lips. Your heart pounded as he leaned in close. Is this happening right now? Is this really happening? You close your eyes anticipating a kiss, but he stops just inches from your lips. And he made a small 'hmm' sound. A slight flutter of your eyes opens your eyes to see that mischievous smile playing on his lips. Pulling away, he walked away as you stood there watching him as your heart raced. He walked toward the bed as he sat down, his legs spread. He slowly reached his hand out. "Come here," he commanded.

There is a slight gulp in your throat. Nervous. You slowly walked toward him. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest with every step you took. As soon as you reached him, you nervously touched his outstretched palm. He smiled softly before tugging you onto his lap, inducing a gasp from you softly. His grip was tight and possessive. Your heart pounded faster than it had before, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pulled you closer. The tension in the room was palpable. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air. "Now," he suddenly spoke.

Seungcheol's eyes bore into yours, innocent as ever. "Give your god a kiss," he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

You hesitated for a moment. You bite your lips as you look at his plump lips, nervous. Your palms were even sweating. Slowly you lean in to give him what he wants, but then he softly leans back, avoiding you. You tried again, and he avoided you again, backing away. Every time you tried to approach him, Seungcheol avoided you repeatedly, just to purposely tease you.

You pull back, whining and pouting at his playful taunts, and he chuckles at your reaction as he enjoys the power he has over you. Suddenly Seungcheol's hand flew to the back of your neck, pulling in and smashing his lips against yours. Leaving you clinging to his shoulder, bracing yourself. The kiss was demanding and intense, making your head spin with desire. As if he were trying to consume you whole.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, bracing yourself for the overwhelming sensation of his kiss, releasing a soft moan of pleasure. Your heart raced as you surrendered to his dominance. His tongue expertly explored your mouth, creating an electric spark within you.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you gasping for breath. You could still feel the lingering heat of his touch on your lips and the surge of heat between your legs, which left you yearning for more. Seungcheol looks at you with dark eyes as a smirk plays on his lips. He saw your expression. That expression that is full of bliss and desire. Seeing you like this in this moment makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Beautiful," he murmurs huskily.

He leans in again, capturing your lips in another searing kiss, his hands wandering over your body with possessive intent. Your breath hitched as you eagerly responded to his touch, completely under his spell. Then he flipped position as he was on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he deepened the kiss. You melted into his embrace. With each kiss and each caress, you descended deeper into the abyss of desire he had engendered. He pulls away slightly to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. His lips leave a trail of fire in their wake. You let out a soft moan, craving more of his touch. His teeth graze lightly on your skin as he leans in and bites down on your neck as your back arches in pleasure, pulling him in closer.

His lips turned into a slight smirk on your neck as he knew he had got you where he wanted you. Now Seungcheol has been watching you. Hearing you. He hears many prayers now and then coming from the temple, but yours. Your prayer was the one he anticipated the most. Oh, how you praise them. How you thank the gods. How you take what they give and never waste a single blessing, especially when his name falls on your lips. The way it falls off your tongue sounds like sweet music to his ears. He cannot deny that your devotion intrigues him. You intrigue him.

So he had to meet you. He had to see the person behind the prayers and accolades, but he had to be patient; his patience could only wear so thin as he continued to watch you from the sky above. But now that he has got you like this, under his spell. Grasping, panting, and moaning in pleasure underneath him like this. Seungcheol was completely ecstatic right now.

He licks over the bite mark he places on your neck, savoring the taste of your flesh before moving back to your lips to capture your lips in another kiss. Hands roam over your chiffon dress, feeling every curve and dip in your body beneath the fabric. He pulled away slightly, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Let's take this off."

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Seungcheol slowly pulls the hems of your dress upward, exposing more and more of your skin as he goes as he looks with hungry eyes. As the dress finally slipped over your head, his gaze darkened with desire as he saw you lying there before him. My, did you look breathtaking? From your tousled hair to your gorgeous face to how your skin glowed in the dim light to your gorgeous curves. It was like the goddess, Aphrodite herself, had craved you into existence just for him. He couldn't take his eyes off you.

"S-Seungcheol," you stammered, feeling a rush of heat flood your cheeks as his intense gaze lingered on you. The growl that he held back when you spoke his name.

You couldn't help but feel nervous about how intensely he was staring at you. You tried to cover yourself, but his hand shot out to stop you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Why are you covering yourself?" he asked softly.

"I-I."

"Why are you covering such a beautiful sight like this?" he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. Seungcheol pinned your hands above your head as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Don't you dare hide from me," he warned, his eyes dark with desire.

You softly gasp at his words at his command. His eyes look at you up and down. "Or," he started.

"Or," you repeat in a shaky voice.

"Or... are you just shy, Y/N?" he taunted.

You didn't say anything, but your red cheeks said it all. A chuckle escaped his lips. "My, what a shy darling I appear to have tonight," he murmured, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're not shy for long."

His free hand trailed to your breast and caressed it gently. Your skin felt so soft under his touch, and you couldn't help but exhale. He smirked at your sudden reaction. Then his hand trailed down to your underwear, feeling the wet patch forming there.

"You're so wet. Did all of that kissing get you excited?" he teased.

You struggled to answer as he rubbed his thumb over the damp fabric, causing you to whine and leak out more slick. You squirm under his touch. "Answer me, darling. Tell me, did it?" Your mouth opens, letting out a breathless "yes" before he leans in and presses his lips against yours, deepening the kiss, swallowing your moan as his fingers continue to tease you. Without breaking the kiss, he slowly slides your underwear off, exposing your most intimate parts.

Seungcheol moves off your body to kneel at the foot of the bed. Seungcheol grabs your legs, pulling you over the edge of the bed, causing you to yelp. He spread your legs apart, revealing your wet core, his gaze smoldering with hunger. He spread your folds with his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. The way your arousal glistened in the dim light made his desire grow even more intense. You look down at him, your chest rising and descending in anticipation. "Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the heated moment.

Oh, the way you plead for him. The way you beg him to devour you. So he did. Without hesitation, he dove in, devouring you with passion. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut as your hand tugs at his hair. The tug caused him to groan into your cunt, adding vibration. The way your arousal tasted on his tongue. It was intoxicating. It was so good. It was so delicious. It was so... addictive. With a delighted sneer on his lips, he withdrew for a while before whispering, "Fuuck. You taste divine," and then he dove back in.

The sensation of his tongue and lips on your sensitive areas sends shivers down your spine, making you arch your back in pleasure. The way he ate you out. It was different. It was something you had never experienced before. He ate you like a man who had been deprived of a feast for far too long, savoring every moment of it. And he didn't want to stop until you were completely spent and trembling beneath him.

"I just can't get enough of you. You taste so good. So sweet," he murmurs before diving back in as he continues to lap and slurp at your dripping wet core, determined to make you lose control completely. You arch your back in pleasure and moan his name, feeling the intensity build with each flick of his tongue.

His tongue moved to your entrance and inserted his tongue inside as his nose nuzzled against your clit. "Seungcheol," you moan breathlessly, feeling the pleasure intensify with each movement of his skilled tongue.

"Feel good?" Seungcheol whispers huskily, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Yes. So good," you whisper back, completely lost in the sensations he's giving you. Your answer pleased him. His tongue expertly flicked and probed, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned in pleasure.

He went back to your sensitive nub and sucked on it gently, making you gasp and squirm with pleasure. His tongue expertly flicked and probed, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned in pleasure. You begin to feel a wave of pleasure building up deep within you, ready to crash over you. "Seungcheol. Please. "No," you begged as you shut your eyes, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Look at me. Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. You locked eyes with him, feeling the intensity of his gaze as he continued to titillate you with his mouth.

"Look at me as you cum all over my face," he growled, the sound sending a jolt of desire through you.

With his eyes never leaving yours, he increases the pressure and speed of his movements, bringing you closer and closer to the brink until eventually, you explode in a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you breathless and completely satisfied. You lay there panting, out of breath. He gave one final lick, letting a whine out of you before pulling away, a satisfied grin on his lips. He wipes the last of your essence with his thumb before licking it off, enjoying the taste of your release, watching you rest in the afterglow of your orgasm.

It took you some time to gather yourself as you lay on the bed, deeply absorbed in thought. You feel trails of kisses coursing up your body, causing shivers to run down your spine as you bask in your post-orgasmic bliss. Seungcheol pulls away from your body to undress himself. Finally removing the toga from his body, revealing his naked form.

"Shouldn't I get a reward as well?" Seungcheol grinned.

You sat up slowly as you looked at his naked form. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined and his skin glowing in the soft light of the room. Your eyes travel down to see his cock standing at attention. His cock was long and thick. The tip was red and glistening with pre-cum, a clear indication of his arousal. It made your mouth water. You could already feel yourself getting wet just looking at it.

"What's the matter, darling? Never seen a cock like mine before?" He teased, his voice husky with desire.

"It's so big. I don't think it will fit," you whispered.

"Don't worry," Seungcheol said before reaching his hand out and stroking your cheek. "It'll fit," he assured. With that, he kisses your cheek before pulling you up to stand. He sits down on the bed, his legs spread. Cock, hard and ready. "On your knees," he commanded, his tone firm yet gentle. You complied and got down on your knees. You can hear him mutter 'Good girl' under his breath.

The moment you were right there between his legs, you were a vision. His hand lightly cups your chin and tilts your head up towards him, gently stroking your cheek.

"Open," he commends. You obey and open your mouth as he inserts two fingers inside your mouth, stroking the pink muscle with meticulous care, causing you to moan softly.

He slowly thrust his fingers in and out, watching your reaction closely. He could hear you gag slightly as he pushed further, testing your limits. Your eyes watered slightly, but you maintained eye contact with him, eager to please. With a smirk, he removed his fingers, giving you time to catch your breath. Seungcheol leaned back on the bed as you collected your breath, holding himself up by his muscular arms as his gaze never left yours. "Now please your god," he commanded.

You nod your head in recognition. With nervous hands, you grab his cock as you look up at him, a mixture of elation and nerves. You close your eyes and place his cock on your tongue, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum.

"That's it. Good girl," he whispered, his words low and encouraging.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, making him bite his lips in pleasure. The moment your mouth wraps around the tip, Seungcheol groans and rolls his eyes back, tilting his head back in pleasure as he lets out a deep, guttural moan. The sensation of your warm mouth enveloping him sends waves of ecstasy through his body, making him tremble with desire.

"Fuck, darling. Your mouth feels wonderful." He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, guiding you as you slowly bob your head.

He lets out a low growl of pleasure as you please him. His half-lidded eyes gaze at you with a mixture of desire and adoration, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. God, did you look pretty with your mouth around his cock? He couldn't take his eyes away. You look so perfect. The feeling of your tongue swirling around him. The warmth of your mouth accompanied by the wetness of your lips. The feeling of your soft moan around him and the sight of your wide innocent eyes staring up at him only intensified his arousal. He couldn't resist the urge to thrust his hips, wanting to feel more of you while constantly praising you. "You're so fucking good at this," he groaned.

"Look at you. Being such a good girl, treating your god with such reverence. You like pleasing your god?" Seungcheol asked with a smirk, his voice filled with satisfaction. You nodded eagerly, your eyes filled with desire and devotion as you served him with your mouth. "Such a good girl. Such pretty lips wrapped around me," he murmured as he guided your movements. You moan in response as he increases the pace, his words fueling your arousal even more.

His hand took you deeper until his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He uttered a low growl of pleasure. "That's it; take it all. You were made to worship me," he whispered, his hips thrusting with increased urgency and need as he reveled in your worship. Your hand lands on his thighs as you dig your nails into his skin. Drool coming from the corners of your mouth, and tears stream down your cheeks as you try to keep up with his fast pace.

His abdomen tightened as he was getting close. Real close. "Fuck. I'm going to cum so hard in that pretty little mouth of yours," Seungcheol moans, his hips thrust forward as he nears his climax. As you wait for him to release, you can feel his body tighten, his breath catch, and his cock twitch inside your mouth. It doesn't take long before he's spilling himself down your throat, his moans and groans filling the room.

The taste of his cum lingers on your tongue as you swallow. Some spill out of your mouth and drip down your chin. You pull away with a 'pop.' "Fuck," he curses under his breath, his hand running through his damp hair as he tries to catch his breath. "Did I satisfy you, my god?" you inquired. A small chuckle escapes his lips. Oh, how you enticed him. He leans down, grabs your face, and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You melted into the embrace as the kiss became more intense and passionate, losing yourself in the moment. He could taste the lingering taste of his essence on your lips.

Seungcheol pulls away slightly, his lips hovering over yours, and answers your question. "Oh, more than you ever known, darling," he said. His lips returned to yours; the kiss was so passionate and electric. He gently stood you up, beckoning you to straddle his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss.

He rose, his hands firmly gripping your waist, and kneeled to lay you down gently, never releasing the kiss in the middle of the bed. Your bodies are pressed together in a passionate embrace. He pulls away to lay open-mouth kisses on your neck, leaving marks all over as his hand gently caresses your breast. You never had someone that drove you crazy with a desire like this. His touch was electrifying; it sent a shiver down your spine and left you wanting more. Every touch, every kiss, and every caress made you feel alive in a way you had never experienced before. And you wanted more. Your hips buckle against his touch, grinding against his body in a silent plea for more, yet he stops your hips from grinding, keeping you still.

"Seungcheol. Please."

"Patient darling," Seungcheol uttered into your neck. His voice was deep and soothing. His hand traveled to land on your wet core, and his finger began to rub tiny circle on your clit causing you to gasp.

"I need to prep you. We don't want it to hurt, do we?" He continued, his touch gentle yet firm. His hand spreads your folds apart to expose your entrance. His fingers slowly enter you, stretching you in a way that makes you moan with pleasure. "Just relax," he whispered before kissing your cheek. His slow and deliberate movements ensured you were ready for what was to come.

Then he added a second finger, increasing both pressure and intensity. The sensation of being filled and stretched by him made you arch your back in pleasure.

"That's it. That's my good girl. You're so warm," he whispers.

His mouth soon wrapped around your nipple as he scissors you open. You couldn't stop the moan from escaping. "You're doing so well," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration and desire. The mix of his sucking and biting on your breast to his finger massaging your walls made you feel close to the edge of losing control. His touch drove you insane. And when he curled his finger, touching that spongy spot, you couldn't help but moan loudly in pleasure. "There. Right there."

Letting your breast go with a pop, he murmurs, "Hm. There." His movements intensify as he focuses on that sensitive area. You nod your head, encouraging him to keep going. He smiles and increases the pressure before attacking the other breast with the same frequency. Your body arches towards him, unable to contain the emotions coursing through you.

"Look how well you take my fingers inside that tight little pussy of yours. You're doing good for me," he growls, his voice low and husky. Your moans increased as his fingers moved so rapidly that you could barely keep up with the overwhelming pleasure. Your mind had gone blank. You didn't hear anything but the sound of your own ragged gasps, the pounding of your heart in your ears, and the squelching sound of your wetness as he continued to please you.

It was so intense that you felt your whole body tremble. Every never-ending was on fire as he plowed into and out of your cunt. As he continued, you could feel the tension building up inside you, ready to explode at any moment. Your breathing quicken. Your heart raced as you were on the edge. On the edge of pure pleasure

"S- Cheol. Close," you gasp out, feeling the heat pooling in your core. His movements become more urgent, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Oh. You gonna cum again. Go ahead, darling. Cum. Cum on my fingers," he encouraged. Your breath was ragged, and your moan was loud as you finally reached your peak, intense pleasure washing over you in waves. Seungcheol's fingers continued their relentless pace, prolonging your climax until you were left trembling and spent. His movement slows down as he watches you come down from your high.

"Good girl," he praises you with a smirk as his fingers slowly withdraw from your sensitive core. You whimper as Seungcheol lightly taps your oversensitive clit a few times before slipping his wet fingers into his mouth and tasting the remnants of your desire. He moans at the delicious flavor.

"I can't get enough of you," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as he leans in to kiss you deeply. The taste of yourself on his lips only heightens your arousal, and you eagerly respond to his hungry kisses. He shifts himself between your legs, grinding into you as his cock presses against your slick fold.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it before placing it on your entrance, collecting all of your wetness as he teased you with the tip. "Ready," he whispers huskily. You nod your head.

"Please," you beg, arching your hips towards him, desperate for him to fill you. He obliges, slowly entering you with a groan of pleasure, causing you to gasp at the feeling of fullness. And god, was he big? He was practically splitting you open with every push he made. You never knew you could be this full. Just as you took him all the way in, you felt like absolute heaven.

"Damn, darling. You feel so incredible," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

You cling to him, feeling every inch of him deep inside you. He look at you, asking for permission to move and you granted it. He began to move in a slow and deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could not help moaning in ecstasy, totally absorbed in the sensation of being conquered by him. It was a feeling that you had never experienced before. It was intoxicating and overwhelming in all the right ways. Seungcheol grated at your facial expression. You look beautiful, he thought inwardly. The way your face twisted in pleasure. The way your body moves with every thrust. The way you look underneath right now. It only fuels his desire to give you more.

So his hands grabbed your hips and plunged deeper, setting a fast pace that had you gasping for breath. The intensity of his movements matched the passion in his gaze, making you feel desired and cherished in a way that left you craving more.

"Such a good girl. Taking me in so deep," he praises, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he sets a rhythm that has you seeing stars. Your body responds eagerly to his every movement, increasing the intensity with each thrust. The pleasure is overwhelming, making you lose yourself in the moment. He lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder, opening you up even further and allowing him to penetrate even deeper. The sensation of him hitting that perfect spot deep inside you sends waves of ecstasy through your body, making you arch your back and moan uncontrollably.

"Feel good, darling," he said, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes. So good."

He smirked at your response, knowing he was driving you wild with pleasure. "Really?"

He asks teasingly, his eyes dark with lust as he proceeds to move with deliberate precision.

"I-Is-."

You started.

"Is. What is it? Come on, tell me, darling," he urged, his fingers gripping your hips firmly as he quickened his pace. The moment's intensity was overwhelming, making it difficult for you to form coherent words as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through your body.

"I-Is. Is it good for you, my god?" You finally stammered out, your voice barely audible over your ragged breaths. He released a low, guttural groan before murmuring, "It's more than good, darling."

His movement slows down as he leans over to you, his lips hover over yours, his forehead pressing against each other, and his eyes gaze into yours as he slowly grinds into you.

"You feel so amazing around me," he whispers before his lips press against yours in a passionate kiss, sending a surge of electricity through your entire being.

Pulling away from the kiss, he took hold of your waist and plunged into you with the same rhythm but more rough and strenuous, leaving you gasping for air. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear; you can practically feel tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. But you welcomed it with open arms, craving the raw connection and overwhelming pleasure he brought to you.

Your body moves in complete harmony as his thrusts intensify. You were lost in the bliss of the moment. And just when your stomach began to tighten, just when you felt yourself being tipped over the edge again, he pulled out, leaving you empty. You whimpered in protest, but he flipped you over onto your stomach. Putting you on your hands and knees. His hand grips your hip tightly and enters you from behind, his movements rough and primal. You couldn't help but scream as you pressed your face against the sheets. Your back perfectly arched. The change in position only heightened the intensity of the moment, leaving you breathless, and his movements became even more intense and passionate.

"Oh god," you gasp, gripping the sheet underneath you, feeling every inch of him inside you. The sound of skin smacking against skin fills the room, your moans blending with his growls as he thrusts harder and deeper.

"Fuck, you're so perfect. Sucking me in like this," he grunts, his voice husky with desire, his eyes rolling back in his head as he loses himself in the pleasure of the moment.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, his movements becoming more intense and desperate. The tears that you held back, you finally let flow down your cheeks, mingling with the sweat that coated your skin. You can't deny it. You were in bliss. Completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. And every time he pulled out, you pulled him back in, craving more of his touch. You were addicted to him, and he was addicted to you.

Seungcheol hovers over you as his chest presses against your back. You felt his hand wrap around your throat, tightening his grip as he pounded into you with relentless force. You moaned, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. You could feel his breath on your skin as he spoke in your ear.

"Tell me, my dear. Who is making you feel this good?" Seungcheol whispers, his voice deep and commanding. You can't help but moan softly in response, feeling completely consumed by him in that moment.

"Y-you are," your stammering manages to enunciate.

"Louder," he demanded.

His hand squeezed your throat, and you gasped.

"Who is pleasing you like this?" he asks, his grip tightening slightly. Your body shivers in response to his commanding tone, feeling a rush of excitement as you surrender completely to him. "You are," you finally gasp out, your voice filled with desire and need.

"More. Who is making you scream like this? Come on. Tell me. Who?" he growls, his eyes dark with desire. His grip on your throat tightens even more, sending a jolt of pleasure. You feel a surge of arousal at his dominance, unable to resist his commanding presence. "You are. You are," you chant in a breathless whisper, your body trembling with anticipation. "Only you."

"That's right. Me. All me. Not that pathetic excuse of a man you call your husband. Me. It is I who is pleasing you. It is I who is making you feel utter bliss. It is I who is making you scream for all of Olympus to hear. And it is I who's going to fill your cunt with so much of my seed that you'll be swollen with my child," Seungcheol finished, his voice dark and possessive.

Your heart races as his words send chills down your spine. The intensity of his desire overwhelms you. You can't help but surrender to the power he holds over you. His dominant presence left you breathless, and his words ignited a fire within you that you couldn't resist.

"C-Cheol," you moan, your voice barely audible.

"That's right. Say my name. Scream it if you have to. Let the whole kingdom hear. You are mine," he growls, his grip on your neck loosening as your body drops on the bed. Pulling away, his hands grip your hips as he plunges into you with primal intensity.

Your moan turned into screams of pleasure as you felt the tension rising within you once again. You knew you couldn't hold back for much longer.

"I c-ca.. so close," you whisper, feeling the heat building in your core as Cheol's movements become more urgent and desperate. Your body trembles with anticipation, on the brink of ecstasy, as you give in to the overwhelming pleasure he's providing.

"Huh. You're close. Go ahead. I can feel you squeezing around my cock. Go on. Cum on this cock. Cream all over me," he commands, his voice rough with desire. You feel yourself shatter under his touch, the world fading away as you reach your peak, crying out his name in a final release of pleasure.

You were pulsating with a mixture of pleasure and relief, your body still trembling as you came down from the intense high he had brought you to. But, oh, he was far from done with you yet. Seungcheol flipped you over on your back. Cock still lodge into you. He grabs your legs and pins them close to your chest as he bends forward and puts you in a mating press, thrusting deep and hard. And you scream in pleasure as your arm wraps around his neck, listening to the squelching wet noise coming from your abused hole. Your body quivers at the force of his movements. This position has Seungcheol in deeper than before.

"S-Seungcheol. So deep. Oh so good," you gasp out between moans, feeling every inch of him inside you. Your hands clutch his back, your nails digging into his skin as he plunges into you with increasing intensity.

"You like how I please you? You like how I reward you? Hmm. Fuck, this pussy is so good.Make me want to bring you back with me. Is that what you want? To take you to Olympus. Have you warm my bed and be treated like a queen and be bred by me again and again?" Seungcheol whispers in your ear as he continues to plunge into you relentlessly.

"Yes," you screamed. "Yes, I love it. I love it so much. I want it. I want it so badly. You fuck me so good, Seungcheol," you moan.

So does he. He wants it so… bad. The thought of you on Olympus with him in his arms, being treated like royalty, and experiencing pleasure beyond imagination drives him wild. He can't resist the temptation to have you by his side. To take you away from this kingdom. To make you his own forever.

"Please. Please make me yours. Fill me with your seed. Fill me up, my God," you beg, your voice resounding with desperation and desire.

Your words fuel his desire as he pulls away, spreading your legs apart to take hold of your waist. He slightly raises your body and picks up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into you. You felt a wave of pleasure overtake you as he ravaged you. Soon that tension started to build up again. You call out his name, begging for release. He groans in response, feeling on edge himself.

"Fuck. I'm close. Are you ready? Ready for your gift? Make sure you don't waste a single drop. Cum. Cum with me," he growls, his voice low and husky with lust. You nod eagerly. Your hand grips the sheets tightly, and your body perfectly sync with his, meeting each thrust with equal enthusiasm.

And with a final thrust, you both came together as he released his hot seed inside you, filling you up with a sense of completion and satisfaction. Your bodies trembled with the aftermath of your shared climax, leaving you both breathless and spent in each other's arms. You couldn't hear anything but the sound of your own heart pounding. Suddenly, Seungcheol pulled out, making you whimper slowly. He noticed that his cum was slowly leaking out of your hole, so he scooped up the remaining and pushed it back inside you with his fingers, causing you to gasp. His fingers massage your sensitive walls before he pulls them out gently as he goes to your stomach, caressing it softly and looking at it fondly.

"There, darling. Your gift. And soon this gift will blossom into something truly miraculous. So they can be loved, nurtured, and cherished. You will give them your love and support, and I will guide them to be the best. You will take care of my gift, won't you?" Seungcheol said as he looked up at you, still stroking your stomach.

"Yes, I will," you replied.

"Good, and if anyone harms them," he said with a dangerous glint, "I will make sure they regret it."

You nod your head at his words. "Good girl," he commented.

His hand caressed your cheek tenderly. "I cannot wait to see our gift grow," he said, his voice filled with antiradiation.

"May our child have my eyes and your looks," you said. Seungcheol heard your response and chuckled casually.

"Yes," he said, reaching out to push back the locks. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours and whispers,

"May our child have your wisdom and my strength."

[cvnntagious]

♱ ⋮ 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸝⸝

all my fratboy!chris blurbs, fics, and wips : here

fuckboy!matt ver. here

⇢ SFW

✱ fratboy!chris who, of course, met you at a party his fraternity threw and instantly decided you were comin' up to his room at some point, even if it wasn't gonna happen that night

" y'look good "

" me? "

" yeah, you— wa's y'name? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's known all too well by girls at boston university, though, despite contrary belief, he doesn't actually entertain most of them... guess you got lucky?

✱ fratboy!chris who's BU's resident dealer, known by every fiend on campus and more

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't fuck with relationship labels whatsoever

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't mess with anyone else, and doesn't want you to either, even though you guys aren't really 'dating'

✱ fratboy!chris who has no problem letting everyone know you're his with pride

✱ fratboy!chris who would rather focus on his lacrosse career than "some shitty college romances", or at least that's how he explains it to you

" and why are you telling me this? "

" jus' thought y'should know... i'on want you gettin' any funny ideas about what we got goin' on here "

✱ fratboy!chris who avoids any conversations about the future, or anything that requires him to even think about committing

✱ fratboy!chris who constantly needs you with him, whether he's just lounging around, at practice/games, or out making moves. ironic, isn't it?

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't call you anything but mama, not even ma, no matter the occasion

" y'see how crazy you're bein' right now? mama, m'jus sittin' here, see? can't stand when y'do allat whinin' shit "

" don't call me mama right now, chris, i'm done with all your fake nonchalant ass games "

✱ fratboy!chris who, even with being admired for his outgoing and charming personality, has such a rotten temper, especially when things don't go his way

✱ fratboy!chris who always says what's on his mind - to you, his friends, random people, anyone - even if it's completely unnecessary

✱ fratboy!chris who absolutely relishes in the respect he has from not only his peers, but the staff as well. humble's simply not a word in his world

⇢ NSFW

✱ fratboy!chris who's big and knows how to use it

✱ fratboy!chris who favors doggy, but can also get down with some rough missionary

" nah, s'okay mama... we'll switch it up tonight, don't worry "

✱ fratboy!chris who likes giving, but loves receiving. the image of your lips wrapped around his length is what helps him to sleep at night

✱ fratboy!chris who's a huge hair puller and thigh slapper (as well as occasional cheek squeezer)

✱ fratboy!chris who will take any opportunity he possibly can to either roll up or puff his joints while you use him

✱ fratboy!chris who makes sure to leave marks. usually where only you two can see, but if he feels like a guy's paying too much attention to you, he'll mark you on your neck or something for him to see

" chris, it's so obvious. how am i even gonna cover this up? "

" don't cover it. i'd like to see m'try an' get in your pants again when he sees allat "

" he literally asked for the material in our class..? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's almost always down for trying something new, but isn't usually one to suggest it

✱ fratboy!chris who loves when you praise him, even if it's unintentional. simple things like "so big," or "so good," really get him going

" yeah, s'good? y'wan more of that good shit? "

✱ fratboy!chris who, to no surprise, is horrible at aftercare.

a/n : i fear this took a lot longer than i thought it would to make... but i'll be making at least one of these for each of my au's since a) i'm unmotivated/don't have time to actually write, and b) want to develop the characters (and some of their pairings) further

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (19) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

series m.list // taglist request: closed

note: uhhh... angst, fluff,, face fucking/freaky sex (period sex) LOL .... nothing too crazy but it's def intimate. jus wanted to let u guys know part 20 is the 'epilogue' for the plotline ,, the continuation will go on from part 21-25,,, (onwards if i have more drafts) but that's all i have planned for now !!! thank u so much for reading along,,, it's truly been a pleasure to be loved and seen by u all <3 much love !!

୨ৎ playlist ୨ৎ

war - keshi ; you always got something you wanna prove / and i've got nothing left to lose / don't know what we're fighting for / i'm tired of going back and forth

intro (end of the world) - ariana ; i'd rather tell the truth than to make it worse for you / if the sun refuse to shine / baby, would i still be your lover? / would you want me there? / if the moon went dark tonight / and if it all ended tomorrow / would i be the one on your mind?

labyrinth - taylor swift ; uh oh, i'm falling in love / oh no, i'm falling in love again

//

that day.

when someone who loves you more than life itself proposes, you say yes. 

that’s what you’re supposed to do. 

you’re supposed to kiss, plan the wedding, get married, and live happily ever after. it’s supposed to work out. it’s supposed to. 

yet, there you stood in front of the love of your life and a ring between you two. silent, eyes flickering back and forth from his to the ring. your gaze traces the cut and falls in love with how the diamonds shine. the band is the perfect thickness and there is nothing more you want in the world than to put it on. 

you know what to say. 

the words are right there, waiting on the tip of your tongue. so easy to speak out, so tempting to do… but with every breath and exchanged look with jungkook, there’s something inside you that stops you. you search as fast as you can, running through your mind with the leftover excuses and justifications of why it’s still a no. 

then, your mind stops spinning the moment you realize; it’s just not the right time. at least, right now isn’t. 

it’s not that simple to understand and accept. you, yourself, have a difficult time figuring out why you can’t just live and be happy. why you can’t accept the proposal right now since you believe in jungkook so much… perhaps, the best way to put it is; it’s stormy. there’s fog, the rain is pouring, and it’s cold. you know the storm won’t last forever. the sky will clear soon… but it’s not now. right now, the storm needs to calm.

only time can do so. 

only time can bring the calm.

so, you answer jungkook with a heavy heart but a clear mind. 

“can i have some time? please, jungkook…” 

his shoulders drop, but his heart feels more than ready to wait. why? because contrary to popular belief, the world didn’t end when you didn’t answer jungkook’s proposal.

who was he to deny you of some time? both of you knew the real issue wasn’t whether you loved him—it was everything wrapped around it.

he gives you until the end of the week to make your choice.

jungkook fills the next 3 days with clingy text messages and random visits to your place. each day, he makes playful comments about how he’s packing up and doesn’t know where to put his things... should he drop them off at your place or ship them to new york.

you roll your eyes and ask, “are you staying there forever?”

in response, he huffs cheekily and says, “only if you break my heart.”

the truth is, you could never do it.

you could never break his heart.

it’s too precious.

it’s quite literally half of yours.

after he proposed and granted you time, the two of you talked about how the week should go. yes, you would give your answer eventually, but more importantly, the focus should be on zion. he’s the center of your relationship, and your decision shouldn’t change the fact that you’re both his parents.

which brings us to now...

sitting in the back of zion’s daycare room with your phone out, more than ready to capture the upcoming moments. but as excited as you are, a nervous buzz hums beneath your skin. maybe it’s just a mom thing. watching your son grow and take part in these little social moments moves you in ways you never expected.

“honey, why are we sitting so far away—”

“oh, you made it!”

“i wouldn't miss this for the world,” jungkook smiles, rushing to your side. he leans in and kisses your cheek, the warmth of his lips sending a comforting flutter through you. settling beside you, he glances at the classroom filled with eager children. “hi mama. is it his turn yet?”

you nod, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in your chest. “is it weird we’re here during their circle time? like, are we controlling parents? we could’ve just asked for a video to be sent to us—”

“next, we have zion sharing—oh, wow! friends, it looks like zion brought so many toys to show and tell for us today… maybe he can pick just one to present?” zion’s teacher announces, patting his back and helping him open the bag.

your cheeks flush with a blend of embarrassment. wide eyed, jungkook whispers, “holy fuck, you packed him so much shit—“

“shhh! what was i supposed to do? he couldn’t decide, and i didn’t want his first show and tell to be something he wouldn’t remember!” you playfully shove jungkook, who chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“you spoil him too much.”

“says the father that buys his 3-year-old stussy clothing and calvin klein underwear.” you bite.

jungkook shrugs and tilts his head. “dilf behaviour, i don’t know.”

his reply makes you laugh. then, you both turn your attention and watch zion bend over and shuffle through the bag. his small hands search for the perfect item, only revealing he’s found it through a big smile. when he finally makes his choice, the teacher smiles brightly and helps him retrieve a photo from the depths of the bag.

“friends, today zion wants to share a family photo!” she announces, handing the photo to him. zion beams with pride as he holds it up, encouraged to walk around the circle to show everyone. when he notices you and jungkook in the back, his giggle fills the room.

the family photo he chose to share is one of you, jungkook, and zion in bed. zion is 2 years old in the photo with bedhead. it’s his birthday. there’s a cake and a sleepy smile on his face while you and jungkook have paper party hats on, both cheek to cheek with zion. 

you should’ve seen this coming.

of course zion picked this. his favourite memory in his entire 3 years of living is when he woke up in bed and had birthday cake for breakfast. you all look so happy. 

“guys, look! that’s my mommy and my daddy!” he exclaims, pointing excitedly.

suddenly, all twenty pairs of wide eyes turn toward you and jungkook, and you can’t help but laugh awkwardly, waving at the children. “hi friends,” you say softly. “i’m zion’s mommy, and this is zion’s daddy—”

“daddy bought mommy a new car!” zion adds proudly, his voice echoing in the small space. “can i show and tell the car? is it outside mommy—oh! and he bought her a ring too! it’s so big! like a rock—”

a few children burst into laughter, while others shout out eager questions. just then, one little girl runs up to you, her eyes wide with curiosity. “zion, where is the ring?” she asks, looking up at you with innocent expectation.

zion shrugs, clearly unfazed. “at home,” he replies. “mommy always puts it on and then takes it off. on off, on off, on and off!”

“is your daddy rich?” one child shouts out. 

“my mommy is richer.” zion says proudly. “she’s a lawyer.”

“what’s your daddy’s job?” 

zion shrugs. “i don’t know. he always looks at art on his computer. daddy, what’s your job?”

jungkook chuckles. “i’m a visual director for advertisement.”

“yeah, okay. that.” zion nods. “... anyways, i want to be a lawyer like mommy when i grow up.”

your heart skips a beat as jungkook’s lips tighten. you exchange a panicked glance, his brows furrowing as he takes a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh amid the unexpected attention and embarrassment from the twenty curious kids.

zion’s teacher gently guides his friend back to the circle, asking zion questions like, “how does this photo make you feel?” “where was this photo taken?” and “why did you choose to share this photo?”

zion, beaming with pride, answers one of the three questions. 

“i wanted to show and tell this photo because i love my family. mommy always kisses my booboos and daddy always makes me pancakes. i love it when we sleep in the same bed and they tickle me in the morning… i think they tickled me here too! and i love it when i'm sick and they buy me lollipops... oh, and i love my daddy because he teached me my abcs...” he says, nodding his head with determination. “but also, i love my mommy more than daddy because i just do.”

the other children burst into laughter, their voices mixing in a delightful cacophony of familial love. some shout out their own preferences, choosing sides between mommy and daddy. you can’t help but chuckle at their innocence. jungkook claps, his laughter joining yours, and together you send zion an enthusiastic thumbs up, a shared pride swelling in your chests as you watch him bask in the attention.

when the circle ends, zion’s teacher insist you two stay for a bit and observe zion with the children. you and jungkook spare 10 extra minutes before needing to leave for work. before you leave, you pick up zion and give him a tight hug. 

“i can’t believe you chose us over your toys, my love! that was so speical to us, z!” you exclaim, showering him with kisses on his cheeks and neck. he giggles, jumping in your arms.

“because i love you, mommy—”

“hello?” jungkook cuts in, scooping zion from your arms. “daddy is here too... say you love daddy too…”

zion nods. “okay, i love daddy too. i love mommy more—h-hey”

jungkook also attacks zion with kisses and tickles, their laughter filling the room. when the moment ends, he puts zion down and ruffles his hair. you and jungkook bid him goodbye, promising to come back for pickup in a few hours.

tonight you two plan on celebrating the fact that you and jungkook—despite all the distress and separation—made it known to zion that you are family no matter what.

he is loved no matter what and he is chosen above all else.

which is why this is so special to you and jungkook—

zion chose you two.

for dinner, you and jungkook decide to cook together. 

you two haven’t done this in almost a year. usually, it’s one or the other. tonight, it was special… and for important reasons, zion requested a cake. you and jungkook grant it under the condition that he entertains himself with his toys while you and jungkook cook. 

jungkook takes over with the prep as you begin to cook the meal together. he teases you a few times, joking that the food is burning. before you know it, he’s wrapping his arms around you and helping you cook. 

it's crazy, isn't it? you would think that jungkook would be sore loser when it comes to rejection... but since it technically wasn’t rejection; he's soaking these moments up. any and every moment with you—he's taking.

“is this really a two person job?”

“mhmm,” jungkook says, sneaking a kiss on your neck. “you know what else is a two person job?”

you tilt your face and squint at him. 

he mimics your expression before pecking your lips. 

“focus on cooking. i know it’s hard with me being this handsome and my big ass dick—”

“shut up.”

“yes honey.”

the rest of the evening slips by in a blur.

the dinner is simple but comforting, the kind that fills your heart as much as your stomach. laughter bounces around the table, mixing with the quiet clinking of plates and the warmth of home. after the meal, the three of you gather to cut the cake, zion’s small hands eager as he grabs his slice. it doesn’t take him long to devour it, chocolate smeared across his cheeks and lips. before you can reach for a napkin, he’s off��bolting toward the living room with that familiar burst of energy.

jungkook chases after him, laughter trailing in their wake, filling the space even after they've left. you excuse yourself, slipping away to the bathroom, the echoes of their voices lingering in the hall.

when you return, you pause at the doorway, the sight before you making your heart melt. your boys—your entire world—are sprawled out on the carpet, toys scattered around them in a beautiful mess. zion’s baby trash talk fills the room, his little hands batting at jungkook’s as they wrestle in the softest, silliest way. it’s these moments that make time stop, where everything feels so perfect it almost hurts.

"what do you love the most about mommy?" jungkook asks, his voice playful but curious, pulling zion close until their noses nearly touch.

zion scrunches up his face, clearly deep in thought, but you know him too well—he’s stalling. "umm... i don't know. she's pretty."

jungkook raises a brow, amused. "yeah, she is... but you pick her over me any chance you get and you don’t know?"

zion shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "yeah... i love mommy because i just do." then his face lights up as if he’s stumbled upon a great revelation. "but also because she buys me better toys than you..."

jungkook’s laughter rumbles through the room, shaking his head. "i think my favorite thing is how hard she works for our family."

zion’s head tilts, curious. "cos she’s a lawyer?"

"yeah," jungkook agrees, then his voice softens. "but also because she loves us a lot. she does so much to make sure we’re fed, loved, and somehow always on time. you know, z, i’ve loved mommy for a while now... i can’t wait to love her for even longer. you think she’s gonna marry me?"

zion thinks about it for a second, then shrugs again. "maybe."

"maybe?" jungkook gasps, feigning panic. "you're supposed to be on my side!"

zion's laughter explodes as jungkook attacks him with tickles, his tiny body squirming beneath jungkook’s strong arms. the sound of their laughter fills the room, wrapping around you like a warm blanket, making your chest tighten with an emotion you can’t even name. it’s love, yes, but it’s more than that—it’s contentment.

the kind that comes from seeing your entire heart laid out in front of you, scattered in toys and giggles and moments too precious to capture fully.

you step into the scene, quietly noticing how zion’s eyelids have begun to droop, a yawn escaping his small lips. jungkook notices too, his eyes flicking to the clock before he decides it's time to get zion ready for bed. surprisingly, zion doesn’t argue this time. instead, he bounds toward the bathroom, his energy fading but still there in the way only a child can manage.

as jungkook jogs past you, he smacks your ass, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips as he chases after zion. you huff in mock annoyance but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. there’s a lightness to it all, a warmth that settles deep in your bones, and even as you start tidying up the scattered toys and cluttered living room, you feel that fullness.

by the time you finish, jungkook and zion are still in the bathroom, their voices muffled by the sound of running water and sleepy giggles. you head to the kitchen, your movements slow, deliberate, as you begin washing the dishes, the weight of the day catching up with you. but even through the exhaustion, all you feel is love. it's in the quiet moments, in the laughter, in the way your home feels more alive when the two of them are near.

it's everything.

it always has been.

as you stand by the sink, hands submerged in warm soapy water as you scrub the dinner plates; you can’t help but think about today. 

today was good. 

after you and jungkook left zion’s daycare, you had to get back to the firm. jungkook insisted on driving you, but you brought your car too. instead, you asked him to walk you to your car. happily, he does so. when you two got to your car, you opened the trunk and gave him a gift bag. 

“what’s this?”

“open it.”

“an umbrella?”

“use it.”

he laughed, kissed you, and uttered against your lips; “we’re so not over.”

then, you two parted ways. 

as you wash the dishes, you think back to it.

how his hands were placed around your waist as you two walked out of the daycare. how he kisses you whenever his eyes fall onto your lips. how he laces your fingers together every chance he gets. how he shows up as zion’s father despite all the shit you throw at him… it’s everything to you. 

he’s a good man. 

your mind begins to wander as you think of all the things you want to say to him but can’t. things you’ve kept tucked away, hidden beneath the day-to-day rhythm of life. you think about the moments when everything felt too heavy, when the world seemed to close in on you, and all you wanted was him. 

in the depth of your misery, all you could think of was crawling to him—slipping into his arms, burying your face against his chest, and letting the weight of everything fall away as you cried your heart out.

you wanted to ask him to fix it, to take the burden from you like he always could, as if his love alone had the power to make everything right again.

because love... love should be enough, right? 

in your heart, you know that’s all you’ve ever wanted from him. for the love between you two to be enough to overcome the exhaustion, the stress, the compromises...

you’ve built so much together—beautiful things, a life, a family—but in the quiet moments, you still find yourself wishing it could just be about the two of you again. before the responsibilities, before you had to be anything more than his and him yours.

you imagine a different version of this life (not that you want it. you wouldn’t trade zion for the world). one where you’re still young, where the only thing you have to worry about is each other. no careers pulling you in opposite directions—no complications that need constant juggling or guilt. just him and you, lost in that simple, intoxicating love you both fell into so easily.

if it were like that, you know you’d choose him in a heartbeat. without hesitation, without the doubt that sometimes creeps in when the days get too long. you still would choose him, even now, with all that’s at stake.

because the truth is, you always choose him. 

you choose him in every quiet glance, in every tired smile at the end of a long day. you choose him when he makes you laugh, when he frustrates you, when he softens just enough for you to see that vulnerable part of him he hides from the rest of the world.

and even when things get hard, when life feels overwhelming, and you're standing on the edge of that misery, you still want him. you want him beside you, even if love isn’t always enough to fix everything. because, deep down, you know that with him, it’s enough to keep going.

and maybe that’s what matters most. 

not that love can fix everything, but that it's the reason you keep trying.

but it’s different now in the sense that you have more things to consider. zion, the people around you, your careers, and your own desires. how do you do this? how do you love him and give him everything but at the same time; do it for yourself too?

every day for the past 9 months felt like war. like you had to constantly choose one or the other. 

marriage or new york.

why can’t you have both? 

maybe that’s the answer. 

as jungkook finishes putting zion to bed, the quiet creak of the floorboards announcing his presence behind you. without saying a word, he picks up a dish towel and starts drying the clean plates, his shoulder brushing against yours gently.

"so... i was thinking," he starts casually, “maybe we should start planning for these 3 months. you know, like, zion’s schedule, dinners... that kind of stuff.”

you sigh softly, rinsing a glass. "we’ve got time," you mutter, brushing it off without meeting his gaze. "it doesn’t have to happen right now."

jungkook pauses, drying his hands before leaning against the counter. "i just think we should be prepared," he says, his tone still light but with a hint of seriousness creeping in. “i know you still have time left, but i’m not so sure our plans do—”

“what do you mean our plans? jungkook, you’re not taking zion—” you place the glass in the drying rack, feeling the pressure of the upcoming separation tightening in your chest. "we don’t have to plan every single moment, jungkook. why do you always do this? we have time."

“we have 4 days.”

“4 is plenty.”

“is it?” jungkook asks, voice shaking. “is it easy for you, ___? going back and forth, putting the ring on and off… telling me i can’t make plans—”

“that’s not what i meant—”

“what do you mean, then?”  

the room feels charged with tension as jungkook’s gaze hardens. he can see the conflict written all over your face, the way your shoulders tense and your hands move a little faster. "___, i just want us to be ready," he insists, his voice softening. "we need to figure out how to make this work."

you turn to him, frustration bubbling to the surface. 

"no. it's not easy for me, jungkook. it’s scary as hell when you do this,” you snap. “planning the rest of our life together when we’re only just recovering from the one we lost. i’m scared that if we make plans and start over—we might lose again." your word slip out before you can filter them.

“lose what? we don’t have to have another baby until we’re ready. until you’re ready—”

“it’s not that,” you bite your inner cheeks. “well, it’s a part of it… but what if i do it again? what if i lose myself and lose you? what if i fuck up too much the next time around and you don’t come back? everything we’ve built—us… i… fuck, what if you don’t fight for us because i burned everything down—”

“you won’t.”

“jungkook—”

he huffs. “___, you’re not wildfire, you’re hearth. you’re the reason this all feels like home. yeah, you’ve got heat, but it’s the kind that pulls people closer, not pushes them away. you don’t ruin, you ignite. you’re the reason we’re still burning bright. i burn for you."

you tighten your lips. “have you been watching bridgeton?”

“i’m trying here—”

you kiss him. 

he chases your lips as you pull away.

“i trust you. it’s myself i’m still unsure about. it’s getting better but it just freaks me out when you plan ahead… i used to look forward to those moments, you know? now it feels complicated.”

jungkook nods, bringing his hands to your face. he fixes your hair and looks into your eyes. “honey, even if the flames get high, we’ll handle them together. and if it burns, then fine—then we can slow dance in the burning room. you don’t just burn, you keep me warm. you make everything brighter, stronger. don’t think for a second that i’d let you lose yourself to the fire. i need you. you’re my warmth. you’re the light of my life, ___."

you pout, completely in awe of his words. 

jungkook then leans in and just when he’s about to kiss you, he murmurs; “so are you marrying me or what?” 

his words catch her off guard. as you open your mouth to retort, the teasing glint in his eyes makes you pause. for a moment, you’re defensive, but then the corners of her mouth twitch upward against her will.

“don’t be a coward,” jungkook says. “you’re a million things to me. don’t be that.”

“coward?” you scoff, trying to keep your tone light, as you push away from him. “you think i’m a coward?”

“well, you’re avoiding the tough stuff,” jungkook replies, his playful tone breaking through the tension. “... and we both know you’re tougher than that.”

you can feel the weight of his words settling in, the understanding lingering between you two. the walls of anxiety you built up start to crumble, and you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. 

“maybe you’re right.”

he steps closer, nudging her playfully. “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it? admitting that i’m right… wanting to marry me—”

“whatever you say, you cocky son of a bitch—”

jungkook chuckles, kissing you to shut up.

by the 4th day, jungkook begins to lose his mind.

the waiting has been unbearable. a slow kind of torture that gnaws at him from the inside out. every passing second feels like he's being pulled apart, suspended in limbo, unsure whether his future will unfold with you by his side or shatter into something unrecognizable. his thoughts go in circles—one moment, he’s convinced you’ll say yes, and the next, a creeping doubt settles in, making his chest feel tight.

he imagines every scenario, every possible response, and the worst part is that there’s no way to know.

he has packed all his belongings into boxes that line the walls of his studio apartment, the space feeling more hollow than it ever has. his game plan is simple: if you say yes, he’ll leave the boxes at your place, move back home, and everything will fall into place. if you say no… well, he’ll burn everything and cry the entire way to new york.

kidding.

(maybe)

realistically, jungkook will bring his things to his parents’ house, regroup, and try to act like he isn’t completely devastated. but even if you say no, there’s no universe where you and him don’t end up together eventually.

he’s sure of it.

there’s a certainty in his heart, a pull that refuses to let him believe otherwise. if it takes time, then so be it.

he’ll propose again and again when he gets back, until you see what he sees—that you’re meant for each other.

by the 6th day, yoongi comes in to bring his boxes.

jungkook spent the past 2 days at work, going over files and preparing documents for new york. it felt like going through the motions, like he was acting out a version of his life that wasn’t real yet. when he steps back into his studio, the air feels stagnant, the packed boxes looming like reminders of the uncertainty ahead.

he finds yoongi slumped over on the couch, lazily typing away on his laptop, his legs sprawled across the cushions as if he’s already made himself at home.

“have you been like that all day?” jungkook asks, toeing off his shoes by the door.

yoongi doesn’t look up. he lets out a wide yawn. “yeah,” he says, stretching. “your new york assistant better be patient as hell with you. you're a bitch sometimes... anyways, i actually moved a few boxes and put my clothes in the closet. oh, and i went out for some coffee.”

jungkook squints at him, making a face. “what? i literally have a nespresso machine.”

yoongi stands up from the couch, his hands sinking into the deep pockets of his sweatpants. he tilts his head slightly, a look of lazy amusement on his face.

“no, you don’t.”

jungkook frowns, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he turns to the kitchen counter, where his nespresso machine has always been, only to find it missing. his heart skips a beat, and he takes a step forward, blinking as if maybe he just missed it somehow.

“what? where’d it go—”

“___ came by and took it,” yoongi says casually, as if he’s talking about the weather.

jungkook’s mind races, processing the information. “what? why would she take it?” his voice is laced with confusion, but there’s a flicker of something else—a hope he doesn’t dare entertain too much just yet.

yoongi rolls his eyes, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“congratulations on your marriage, jungkook,” he says, twisting the cap off. “now get out of my place. go home.”

jungkook blinks again, his heart pounding as the realization sinks in. you took the nespresso machine.

you took the fucking nespresso machine.

that’s your answer. his chest tightens, but this time it’s not from uncertainty. it’s from the flood of emotions crashing over him—the relief, the joy, the love.

his body moves on autopilot as he starts grabbing things, adrenaline coursing through him. yoongi watches from the couch, a smirk tugging at his lips as he lazily sips his water. “you’re welcome,” he mutters under his breath.

jungkook doesn’t hear him.

his mind is already on you.

the wait is over, and he’s finally going home.

jungkook bursts through your door, calling your name, the sound of his voice filled with excitement and urgency.

“___? honey, where are you—”

time seems to stop as the world around you fades away.

as he catches sight of you on the living room floor, laughter bubbling between you and zion, the warm glow of the afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. the ring on your finger catches the light, sparkling as it draws his gaze.

his breath hitches, and his heart feels as if it’s been thrust into a whirlwind—stopping, skipping a beat, and then racing wildly, unable to contain the rush of emotions flooding through him.

it beats for you.

“hi, honey,” you wave him over, your smile radiant and genuine, illuminating the cozy space. “look! zion can count up to thirty now!”

jungkook rushes to your side, the weight of the day lifting with each step. he forgets that yoongi is still with him, his entire focus on you. kneeling beside you, he takes your hand in his, his fingers brushing over the ring—the very symbol of the love and commitment he has always wanted to share with you.

“you’re marrying me?” he asks, disbelief and joy intertwining in his voice. "it's a yes?"

you look at him lovingly, warmth radiating from your gaze—the kind of look that speaks volumes. it’s the same way you’ve always looked at him, but now, there’s an unmistakable depth to it. the courage, the trust, the love shines brighter than ever, enveloping both of you in a cocoon of intimacy.

"i've loved you forever,” you reply, cupping his cheeks with your hands, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. “i have things to work on and so do you... but we're gonna do it together, right? cos this was difficult. this was way too difficult... and loving you has always been clear... so, yeah. i'm toughening it out. i'm trusting you and i'm not going to burn this to the ground. jungkook, you’re the only one i love in this world. you’re the only one who understands me. i fought so many wars in my mind to be with you—it has to be you.”

as jungkook’s lips curve into a radiant smile, a surge of emotion wells up within him. he leans in, capturing you in a kiss filled with promise and passion, pulling zion into a hug, enveloping you both in the warmth of his love. laughter bubbles up, mingling with happy tears as he holds you two close, the room echoing with the sweet sound of family and joy.

“oh my god,” he cries, the happiness spilling over. “i can’t believe this. okay, i’m going to get my stuff and—”

“yoongi?” you call, and he raises his hand, responding as if it were all part of a well-rehearsed script.

“wanna have a sleepover at uncle yoongi’s place? we should give mommy and daddy some privacy, huh?” he explains, scooping zion up into his arms and tickling him, making the little one giggle uncontrollably.

“can we eat ice cream before bed?” zion asks, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“duh!” yoongi replies with a grin.

“yoongi—”

“my son, my rules,” yoongi hushes you playfully. he puts zion down, urging him to say goodbye to you both, and they exchange sweet kisses before you point to the kitchen counter where zion’s overnight bag sits. yoongi picks it up and holds zion’s hand as they leave.

the moment settles around you and jungkook, and he looks at you with a mix of wonder and concern.

“you said yes,” he states, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“i did,” you confirm, a hint of hesitation in your voice.

“what’s with this vibe, then?”

you swallow hard, feeling the weight of what you’re about to say. “jungkook... i still want you to go to new york.”

jungkook tilts his head, his expression shifting to confusion.

“are you guys coming with me?”

you shake your head gently. “no.”

“no?”

you reach for him. he lets you hold his hand. bringing it your lips, you kiss them. “jungkook, i don’t want it to be one or the other. let’s do both, okay? go to new york. let’s get married. both. we do both.” 

“but 3 months?”

“we’ll come and visit!” you suggest, fully meaning to do so. truth be told, you already bought your tickets for the first visit. “i decided to take a leave from work for the rest of the year—why are you looking at me like that?"

"that's huge. are you sure that's what you want?"

you nod. "i want you."

"oh god..."

you laugh. "i want to get this right and i want to be okay. i want to figure it all out and i want to do it with you by my side. so, do this for us…. and 3 months isn’t forever. you’ll be back soon and we’ll be visiting every month. it’s too much of a hassle to move… but i truly want you to go and explore your options. i want you to go knowing that i don’t only love you for who you are and for what you’ll ever be—but i love you so much that i believe in you. in the dreams you have and the dreams i have for you. so, go. go, and when you come back, come back home to us—to me.”

the sincerity in your words wraps around him like a warm embrace, and jungkook feels the weight of your love and belief in him, making him all the more determined to chase after his dreams. he nods slowly, understanding the depth of what you’re offering.

in that moment, everything feels right.

"w-we can’t—" your voice breaks, barely a whisper, trembling with hesitation. your heart is pounding, the room feeling warmer by the second.

“why not?” jungkook’s eyes are wide, pleading, filled with a desire that mirrors your own but with an urgency that’s hard to ignore. his breath fans over your lips, just inches apart.

he’s been kissing you for almost 20 minutes, his lips soft but persistent, his tongue teasing yours in ways that make it impossible to think straight. his hands have long since slipped under your shirt, fingers trailing over your bare skin, sending sparks up your spine.

the heat between you two is overwhelming, consuming. his touch is soft but possessive, his fingertips grazing the edge of your bra as he pulls you closer, pressing you flush against him. you feel his heart racing beneath his chest, a rhythm that matches your own.

every inch of you craves him, craves more.

“i want you,” his voice is a low, husky whisper, filled with need. his hands move slowly, deliberately, like he’s memorizing every curve of your body, every reaction. “i want all of you.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, your resolve weakening with every second. he looks at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted, like he’s been waiting for this moment forever... and you have too.

the tension between you two has been building for so long, the unspoken feelings bubbling under the surface, waiting to explode.

his lips find your neck, pressing soft, heated kisses there, and you arch into him, your breath hitching. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, your body betraying the protests on your lips. every touch, every kiss, makes it harder to think, harder to hold onto the reasons why you shouldn’t.

you can feel how much he wants you, the way his hands tighten their grip on your waist, the way he presses himself harder against you, his need undeniable. his lips move back to yours, capturing them in a deep, searing kiss that leaves you breathless. and in that moment, it’s like nothing else matters but him, but this.

you’ve never felt anything like this—so intense, so consuming.

“i’m on my period.”

jungkook bites his bottom lip. 

“so?”

“i think i’m gonna be more sensitive and it's gonna be so messy—”

“are you okay with being more sensitive? we don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to.” he insist, putting you first. your eyes flicker to his cock, poking through his jeans. "and mess is just mess. we can clean it up."

“i want to,” you say. “should we just put a towel underneath?” 

he nods, getting up from your bed and out the hall to the linen closet. there, he picks the thicket towel and hurries back to your room. he bends over and places the towel on your spot. you get up to go to the bathroom and freshen up as he prepares. 

when you get back, jungkook is already naked. he grabs you by the waist and pins you down on the bed. 

“let me suck your dick first.”

jungkook gulps. 

“actually, c-can i.. can i fuck your tits first?”

you laugh, puckering up for him. he leans over and kisses you. against the kiss, you answer him; “whatever you want, honey.”

with that, jungkook sets himself on top and places his cock in between your boobs. his cock is bigger than ever. you take it with two hands, pumping him slowly and adding some pressure to it. he throws his head back, hissing at the perfection of your touch.

“f-fuck…”

then, you let go and hold your boobs together. jungkook then begins to pump himself in between. the tip of his cock pokes out every so often, causing him to pant at the sight. you lower your chin, opening your mouth for his cock to enter it. jungkook takes the hint and shoves his dick inside. 

you suck on it.

twirling your tongue around and playing with his tip—jungkook just might combust. you breathe through your nose as he begins to fuck your mouth. he can’t help it and you wouldn’t want it any other way. jungkook fucks your mouth in a desperate and almost brutal way. god, did he need this. 

he loves this. 

jungkook places his hands against the wall to help his stability. as he pulls himself out, you hold his cock with your two hands and continue to give him a handjob. he loses his breath for a second when he looks down and sees you drag your tongue around his hard cock. 

he moans, eyes shut and the feeling of the pit of his stomach twisting. 

“g-gonna cum—fuck, fuck, fuck!” jungkook chants.

you suck his dick more intensely. taking in every inch of him and tiring your inner cheeks out—he finally cums inside your mouth. 

pulls out, you don’t let go. you continue to pump his length and kiss it. 

jungkook feels like he’s going insane. he moves his body and matches to your eye level. he kisses you, tasting a bit of himself. 

“thank you.”

“any time, daddy.”

“oh god—”

you laugh. 

jungkook wipes the cum that spilled outside of your mouth with his thumb and shoves it in your mouth. you suck it clean. 

“do you want me to eat you out?”

“that’s nasty!” you cry, hating the idea. “just put it in.”

jungkook smirks. “no prep?”

“aren’t i wet already?”

he ignores you and fixes your position. he lifts your hips, dragging you closer to him. jungkook then places himself on top of you and his cock in between your legs. he parts your folds, looking down at your bloody entrance.

“ready?”

you nod, lacing your hands together around his neck. he lets out a breathy moan as he sinks himself inside you. 

you wince. 

“f-fuck, should i pull out?”

you shake your head. “n-no.”

“does it hurt?”

“yeah.”

he lowers his head, placing kisses on your neck and collarbone. “sorry, mama.”

“why are you so fucking big?” you hiss, feeling his thickness push inside you even more. your body jolts and he chuckles. 

“that big?”

“mhmm,” you agree, closing your eyes to help regulate the burning feeling in between your legs. “j-just keep going. think it’s better when you—oh, f-fuck. yeah. like t-that, daddy. s-so nghhh, f-fuck. so good.”

“you like that, mama?” jungkook asks, pumping himself inside and out of you deeper and deeper. “fuck, you’re so tight. so fucking tight. can we do this again next month?”

"oh my god!"

you hit his shoulders and he laughs. 

it’s not long before your arms wrap around him. you drag your nails against his skin, digging deep as he fucks you. 

jungkook rests his forehead against yours. there, he watches as you make fuck me eyes at him, and as you wince and gasp between each thrust. your arms move up, holding onto his shoulders. 

then, you feel it. 

the tingle in between your legs and the tightness that follows. jungkook’s cock throbs inside you and you feel it like never before. 

wrapped in his warmth, your heart swells with a love that feels like a tsunami—overwhelming and unstoppable. it’s a powerful wave that crashes over, rising higher with every shared look, every gentle touch. you can feel it building inside me, a rush of emotions that surges forth like water cascading from a great height, and you’re completely swept away.

you’re done for.

the intimacy of this moment is everything. his pants and murmurs of ‘i love you’s echo in your ears, and the way he looks at you with light in his eyes make your heart race like never before. 

it makes you want to cry. 

you’ve known and felt loved by jungkook before. for a long time now actually… but never like this. never has it ever felt this raw and real. 

never has it ever felt this consuming. 

it engulfs you, leaving me breathless yet exhilarated. in this moment, everything else fades away. there are no worries, no doubts—just you and jungkook suspended in time, hearts beating in sync. you can feel the tide of your feelings, crashing and receding, drawing me closer to him with each pulse.

as you gaze into his eyes, you realize that this love isn’t just a fleeting moment in time. 

it’s endless. 

uh oh. 

i’m falling in love. 

you want to surrender to it completely. to be swept away in the depths of our intimacy. with jungkook, there’s a promise of haven in chaos and as the waves of love continue to swell, you know that you’re more than ready to embrace every moment. 

to let this tsunami carry you wherever it may lead.

“fuck, ___… a-are you crying? i’m sorry. i’ll—”

you hold onto him. 

uh oh.

i’m falling in love again.

eyes burning with your tears, heart lighter than ever. 

“i love you, jungkook.”

“i love you too, mama.”

jungkook kisses you, continuing to ask if you’re okay. you assure him you are and that period sex is a lot more emotional than you expected it to be. it’s not freaky—it’s just a fucking moment. he continues to fuck you, digging in deeper and deeper. 

you think to yourself; no one will ever know me the way he does. 

no one will ever love me and want me as wholeheartedly as he does… for that, you’re grateful and fall in love with the closeness everything has brought you two. 

you lose yourself to him.

he carries you through 3 more orgasms before helping you up from bed, starting you and bath, and cleaning you. together, you two sit in the bathtub and hold each other. you two talk about the plans that you have and what to expect during the next 3 months. 

as you lay next to jungkook, his soft breathing fills the quiet room. his body sinks deeper into sleep. you feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours, his arm draped loosely over your waist, pulling you closer. the warmth of his skin against yours, the weight of him in the stillness—it all feels like home.

the world outside could be moving a million miles an hour, but here, with him, time seems to slow down, just for the two of you.

yet, something stirs within you, a reminder of a truth you’ve held onto for years—time doesn’t stop for broken hearts. it never has, it never will. yet, it always seems to move a little slower when love slips through your fingertips—when it’s about him.

something you’ve always known about loving jungkook is that he fears the end. he’s never been good with losing people or things, never able to fully let go. he loves and lives like he’s running out of time, even though he isn’t. but that’s what makes him so different, so captivating—he loves in full force. he loves with his entire heart... and he loves with all his time.

as his breaths even out, you stay awake, thoughts swirling around you. you realize how long it took to get here, how many battles you fought—most of them with yourself.

pride had been a constant companion, keeping you at arm's length from the very love you craved. there were moments where you couldn’t imagine letting yourself be this vulnerable, this open. loving him meant risking the one thing you protected the most—your heart.

but somewhere along the way, you let that pride slip away, piece by piece. maybe it was the way he looked at you, the way he never let go, no matter how many times you tried to push him away. maybe it was realizing that you didn’t have to be so strong all the time, that with him, you didn’t have to carry the weight of everything alone. the moment you put pride aside, everything shifted—time, love, and life all started falling into place.

you’ve both waited for this.

for the space to just be with each other without the weight of past mistakes or the fear of losing what you’d built. now, time feels like it’s on your side. for so long, it seemed like you were always too late or too soon, like everything was just out of reach. but here, in this moment, with his warmth wrapping around you, you know you’ve finally caught up to where you were meant to be.

he stirs a little, tightening his arm around you as he shifts closer. a soft smile tugs at your lips, the kind of smile that only comes when you realize that all the walls you’d built were finally down. you’ve let go of the need to protect yourself from him, because you know now that loving him is worth more than holding onto pride.

the first light of morning spills through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. jungkook wakes slowly, his sleepy eyes finding yours, a lazy grin spreading across his face. in that moment, without either of you needing to say a word, you both know—time isn’t something to fear anymore.

it’s finally yours.

“coffee?” he mumbles, voice still heavy with sleep.

"coffee."

you move together, the rhythm of your morning routine as easy and familiar as breathing. side by side, you make coffee, the smell of it filling the kitchen, your hands brushing as you pass him his cup.

and as you stand there, cups in hand, you feel a quiet sense of peace. the pride that once kept you from this moment is gone, and in its place is something stronger—trust, love, and the certainty that no matter what time brings, you’ll face it together.

whether it's the beginning or the end;

you and jungkook are timeless.

[v6quewrlds]

Can you do one where reader was about to go out for girls night about to leave joey alone at home but when reader was about to leave joey smells his fav scent of hers bribing her not to go ended up reader almost full of love bites on her body after a longggg night 😉

unnecessarily long 🥴

Your heels clicked against the polished hardwood floor, echoing through the expansive living room. You paused in the doorway of Joe's home office, your hand hovering over the light switch. The room was a sanctuary of organized chaos, with football memorabilia adorning the walls and a large, mahogany desk buried under a mountain of playbooks and notes. The dim glow from the laptop screen cast a blue halo around Joe's focused face.

“Joey,” you called out, your voice a soft melody that pierced the silence. “I'm heading out, baby. You okay?”

Joe's eyes never left the screen as he grunted in acknowledgment, his handsome features etched in concentration. You stepped closer, the scent of your sweet, floral perfume wafting through the air, mingling with the faint smell of leather from the impeccably clean room. Your heart fluttered as you took in the sight of him—his broad shoulders hunched over the desk, his strong, muscular arms flexing as he scribbled his illegible notes, messy dirty blonde hair sticking up in every direction.

“Joe? I'm leaving now,” you tried again, stepping into the office to let your eyes adjust to the low light. As you approached him, your perfume grew stronger, wrapping around him and breaking his focus away from the screen. He looked up, his blue eyes locking onto you with an intensity that made your knees wobble.

“You smell...distracting,” Joe murmured, his gaze dropping to the tight, pink mini dress you wore, hugging your curves like a glove.

You grinned wide. “Me? Distracting? Never.” You giggled as Joe's eyes raked over you, his pupils dilating. He reached out and pulled you into his lap, the warmth from his body seeping into yours, making you warm with anticipation.

“You always distract me,” Joe said, his voice low and gruff. He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in the scent of your freshly shampooed coils. "I don't know how you expect me to let you go out like this."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your lips. “You need to focus on film, not get distracted by your girlfriend's tits.”

“I can multitask,” Joe quipped dismissively, his hands roaming up to cup your breasts. You gasped softly as he squeezed gently, squirming against his growing hardness. His lips pressed chaste kisses to your exposed shoulder before moving to the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I'd rather not share these gorgeous tits with anyone else tonight,” he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Your resolve was wavering, your body responding to his touch despite your plans. You tried to laugh it off. “You know I have to go, Joe. The girls are already on their way,” you protested weakly.

Joe's smirk grew wider as he slipped a hand into your dress, his hands pulling down the top of your dress to fully grasp your firm breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. Your breath caught in your throat, the heat of his touch making your pulse quicken. “You can reschedule. Go out another time? Just stay here with me,” he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

“But...” you started to protest, but the words died in your mouth when Joe's hand moved down, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric of your panties. He found you already wet, and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you as he began to spread your slick wetness over your folds.

“You're so wet for me, baby,” he murmured against your neck, his voice thick with desire. “How could I let you go out like this? It would be irresponsible, honestly.”

You laughed despite yourself, pushing him away slightly. “Joe, come on. You can't just...” Your protests were cut short as his skilled fingers found your clit and began to circle it deviously. You moaned and leaned back into him, your body betraying your words.

“Let's call them. Tell them you're not feeling well,” Joe suggested, his voice husky. Your phone buzzed in your clutch, and you pulled it out with trembling hands, your friends' names flashing across the screen.

“You're terrible,” you said, though the smile in your voice gave you away. You placed the call on speaker, and the sound of your voices filled the room.

“Girl! Please tell me you made it through the door without falling over in those heels, love!” The chorus of giggles from your friends filled the room.

Your cheeks warmed as Joe’s hand continued to work magic on your sensitive flesh. “I’m fine. I just...I think I need to stay in tonight. Something came up,” you said, your voice strained.

Your friends’ playful jeers filled the room. “Oh, come on!” one of them exclaimed. “We know exactly what came up. Joseph, I know you're there. Stop being greedy and let our girl out the house!”

Joe leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Looks like you’re busted, baby.”

You huffed out a laugh, pushing at Joe’s chest. “You’re not helping, you know?”

Joe's smirk grew, his fingers pressing harder on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. Besides, there's no shame in enjoying your man’s company, right?” He leaned closer to the phone, his voice playfully mocking. “Tell 'em you've got better plans, babe.”

Your friends erupted into laughter, and you couldn’t help but join in. “Joe's being a bit clingy tonight, just like every night,” you admitted, your voice strained as his fingers continued to torment you. “Raincheck? Please?”

“Alright, fine,” one of your friends relented through the speaker, her voice a mix of amusement and resignation. “But you're coming out next week when Joe's got his away game. No excuses.”

“Deal!” You managed to squeak out as you hung up, your eyes squeezed shut as Joe’s expert touch brought you closer to the edge. You felt the warmth spread through your core, making you squirm in his lap.

Joe chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. “I love when I win.” He leaned in to kiss you, his lips claiming yours with a passion that left no room for doubt. Your hand found its way into his hair, gripping tightly as the kiss grew more intense, your hips moving in rhythm with his stroking hand.

The next moments were a blur of movement as Joe stood, carrying you effortlessly to the desk. He set you down, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pulled the dress up your hips. You could feel the cool air against your exposed skin, making you shiver with anticipation. He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over you, his pants undoing his sweatpants.

“You always win, don’t you?” You murmured against his lips as Joe stepped back to admire you. His eyes devoured you, taking in the sight of your bare skin and the way your dress was bunched up around your waist.

“It’s a talent,” he said with a chuckle.

[chara-cat5]

lads college au

last pre-relationship episode

this is a college au in a normal modern universe (ours). theres no evols. gender neural mc/reader

this only has sylus's part, if you are after one of the other lads.

masterlist link

sylus-

as midterms grew closer, you were hanging out less and less with the boys. you needed to study, wanting to ace your tests. you missed sylus, his rich chuckle and playful smirks. you missed his cheeky quips and lingering touches... needless to say, he had you smitten. you were missing even the twin's pranks as you forced yourself to focus on studying. it's one of these night that said pair of mischief makers toss pebbles at your window. from your shitty apartment window, you peeked out, spotting two red heads holding handfuls of small rocks, a few concerningly large. you grunted at the window stuck before sliding open with a screech.

"stop that! if you break my window, the landlord will kill me, dumbasses!"

the pair dropped the rocks, flapping their arms about as the whooped and yelled. of course it was all unintelligible. you let out a groan as you closed the window, tossing on a pair of sandals before leaving your room. you didn't really care that you were only in a tank top and sleep pants, you were only gonna tell the dumb brats off then go back inside. (thats what you think)

when you get outside, the twins aren't where you left them, making you confused. you remembered their pranks too late, a bag shoved over your head like a bad mafia movie.

"luke! kieren! i will fucking kill you if you don't take this off right now!"

your shouting was useless as they carted you off to gods know where. two against one was hardly fair, your legs kicking uselessly.

when you were put down again, it was on a couch, so clearly not somewhere outside. you felt dizzy and disoriented, hands already reaching up to tug off the damn bag.

"i swear to gods- you damn brats are so dead."

when your eyes adjusted, you were met with rich interior. the twins sat across from you, their most innocent smiles plastered on their faces. you blinked at them, then your surroundings, then them.

"where. are we. five seconds."

"this is our place."

they spoke at the same time, voices overlapping in that weird twin way. you scrunched your nose, glancing around.

"no way. this is not your house."

"yuh huh."

"it totally is."

you groaned, sitting back on the couch as you closed your eyes.

"we wanted to show you around."

"especially since you've been ignoring us and boss."

"so mean, little boss."

before you could defend yourself, a door opened, drawing all three of your attentions. familiar red eyes met yours, a look of confusion on his face.

"... i thought you were studying tonight?"

"i was. but then i was kidnapped."

you shot the twins a glare, the pair sharing a guilty look as they rushed to get sylus on their side.

"they've been ignoring us!"

"we know you missed them too, boss!"

sylus only sighed, picking his keys back up from the hook.

"i'll walk you home, kitten."

the twins protested as you stood up, making sure to stick your tongue out at them as you passed. you and sylus left the apartment, an air of quiet around you as you left the nice apartment building. way better then your own.

"... you have been rather distant, kitten. i'm awfully sad you've been ignoring us."

you huffed at his words, well aware of his teasing personality. a part of you wanted him to notice your absence, desperate for any inclination he liked you too.

"i've just gotten busy studying. you should be studying too, you know."

he let out his chuckle, shaking his head.

"i don't need to study, sweetie. i'll do just fine, passing or not."

you hummed in response, well aware of sylus's nature. studying wasn't a part of it. you brushed your hands over your arms, regretting your sleep clothes choice from earlier.

"it's not like i knew i'd be kidnapped..."

suddenly a warm weight fell over your shoulders, sylus's body warmth and smell wrapping around you. your eyes turned up towards his face, his red eyes straight ahead.

"if you need something, you only need ask, kitten."

your words were lost at that, hands slowly closing around the leather of his coat.

"... thank you, sylus."

the two of you reached your apartment, pausing at the entrance. you moved to give back his coat, but he just pulled it tighter around your shoulders.

"hold onto it for me. you can give it back later."

"won't you be cold on the walk home?"

he smirked, leaning down towards your face.

"you needn't worry about me. just go in and stay warm. have a goodnight, kitten."

he gave your forehead a flick before turning around and leaving, hands tucked casually into his pockets. you watched him for a moment before going inside.

"he's such a smug asshole!"

but your heart betrayed you, beating quickly in your chest, a heat blooming behind your cheeks.

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you hummed softly as you left your last class, distracted as you tried to stuff your notebook into your bag. your thoughts seemed to always draw back to silver hair and red eyes these days. jeez, why couldn't you not simp for a minute? you're only drawn back into the real world as a strong arm tugs you out of the path of incoming student foot traffic. you yelped as your back hit a firm chest, looking back to catch red irises.

"you should really watch where you're walking, kitten. we wouldn't want you to get trampled."

he let you go, stepping beside you instead.

"thanks, sylus. i guess i'm a little... distracted."

it wasn't a lie. but there was no way you'd tell him just what was distracting you. he hummed, eyes locked on you before he turned it away.

"perhaps i can distract you from your distraction. i think you could use a break from studying."

you parted your lips to protest, closing them again when you met his gaze again. sylus never pleaded nor begged. but the look in his eye was the closes he'd ever get. soft and holding faint hope.

"fine. but only for a little bit. and no twins. i'm mad at them."

he chuckled, nodding to your terms.

"fine, no twins. they have an after school activity today anyway."

when sylus said distraction, he meant it. he led the way to a quiet little cafe, jazz music softly playing in the background. after ordering, the two of you settled at a table near the back. he smirked as he gazed at you, sitting back casually with his legs spread lazily.

"isn't this better then sticking your nose in a book again? i'm much nicer on the eyes."

you huffed softly, a slight heat rising to your face. sure you agreed, but the man did not need an ego boost.

"don't act like you're hot stuff, sylus. but... i suppose i could use this break. if i have to solve another problem for x, i'm gonna go crazy."

he chuckled that deep laugh that made your stomach flutter, the two of you falling into comfortable banter. it was easy to forget about responsibilities with him, just teasing and laughing together. by the time you leave, the sun dipped low in the sky, turning it a pinkish red. while your gaze was drawn to the clouds, his were drawn to you.

"... take another break tomorrow."

you looked to him, huffing softly.

"sylus, i can't just drop studying to hang out with you."

he hummed, following as you started towards your place.

"do you want me to beg, kitten? say pretty please?"

he bent his head down to your level, red eyes holding an unknown emotion.

"please go out with me, sweetie."

you felt your face flush at his word choice, shoving at his shoulder.

"word choice, sylus!"

he chuckled, barely nudging at your shove.

"i always chose my words correctly. i mean what i said."

you froze in your steps, gazing at the back of his head before he turned around. you looked into his red eyes, your heart thumping in your chest.

"... you want to go out with me?"

he nodded, stepping back towards you, a smirk tugging up his lips.

"is it so hard to believe, kitten? i thought i was rather obvious with my feelings."

you swallowed, your words jumbling in your brain as you tried to process his words.

"yes."

"yes what, kitten?"

he let out a laugh, his large hands gentle as they took yours.

"i'll go out with you. i want to. i-... i like you."

his smile softened as he brought one of your hands to his lips.

"i like you too, sweetie. tomorrow, i'll take you out. help you forget all about studying."

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haven't even started xav or raf's parts T-T

idk when they'll be out but at least i'm over halfway done with these.

thank you for reading

-chara <3

[igglemouse]

Week 1 ~ Introducing Magdalena (1.5) ~ Thursday

Of course Marco lives in the hills, why would I expect any different and of course his house is amazing. He invites me inside with an expression that makes it clear he's very happy to see me and does want to give me a bit of a short tour but honestly this place is far too big for that and I'd rather just find a place to sit.

Marco wastes little time and the moment we are both settled into a couch, one of what must be a hundred places to sit in his mansion, he starts flirting. It's classy, nothing lewd, no remarks on my ass or anything. Actually, it's what you might expect from someone who makes his simoleons crooning out songs about love and romance and intimacy.

His focus, of course, the kiss we shared and how true it was or if the entire thing was make believe. It seems maybe there was something more to it after all.

I do not mind the invite but honestly it feels a bit like a date. Which is odd. Going over some guy's house, no matter how big the house, is an odd place for a first date, isn't it? If it were some normal guy and nothing against normal guys but had he not been Marco Aparicio I likely would have flat out denied him. Yeah yeah yeah, say what you want about me but I'm so hard crushing on him right now that maybe I'm not thinking straight?

I think he likes me too? I'm not sure. I do make sure that we take a few pictures so if anything goes wrong at least I can put these up on my socials and maybe gain a few followers from the rub?

My outing with him continues on what might be the best balcony area I've ever seen, if you can even call it a balcony? What do you even call it, honestly?

There is an entire pool and hot tub and it all overlooks the great city DSV below. The activity of it picturesque because its so far away that the sound of it can only be imagined. When I go home tonight that's where I'll be, down there, one of the millions doing all they can to make it to the next day.

He wants to give me a bit of advice, a reminder that I could be the best actress to ever live and no one might ever know if I don't know the right people. In fact, it is often the most important thing. If I were the daughter of an actress I could have already been on television or in movies. He also reminds me that I do know someone, him.

I do know him and honestly I'd like to get to know him a lot more and I have a feeling that he feels the exact same way. We get up from the couch and both stare out at the city below. I love La Ciudad with all of my heart but the sight before me is why I've risked it all to chase this dream. The bright lights and the brighter stars shine before me, each its own world, its own story to tell, and one day I want mines to shine just a bit brighter than the others.

How could I turn that down? I switched into my swimsuit and could not wait to dip myself into the hot tub. It was a first. My family was average, we couldn't afford luxuries and that meant no hot tubs, no fancy hotels with hot tubs, such things were only something you see others enjoying. It is true what they say, you know? You get what you pay for. If I ever live up here in the hills, amongst the stars, a jacuzzi is high on my list of things to buy.

I expected more of a conversation once he joined in but I do think he's had enough of it and once his lips reached mines I agreed that maybe we've talked enough for each other. This time, there was no director with his lens focused on us and no roles to play. This time it was real. Our lips connecting as if for the first time and then again and again. The hunger of his lips made me wonder if I could quench this need of his and yet I know that my lips were happy to return the favor.

It felt right.

It felt good.

There were even fireworks popping off in the sky beyond us as if to celebrate this moment. Popping and cracking and whistling into the sky, a show put on for the stars above and the stars here, in this bubbling hot tub. I barely noticed that my bra had been lost within our shared passion and soon his lips were brushing over a nipple.

At that moment I pulled away and got out...

He follows me out of course, worry on his face. I believe I've ruined the moment and yet the fireworks still pop, a little less, it seems...

It was sweet, that comment about angels and wings. The answer is yes, who would not touch the wing of an angel if they could? But I was no angel and so I had no wings for him to touch, perhaps if his hand had brushed strands of my hair from my face instead of his lips pressing against my nipples. Look, I'm not mad at him, I hopped in that tub with him and I had kissed him back, I did want it, I really REALLY wanted it, but...

The attention he gives me turns me around and I can see the guilt in his eyes along with something else. A craving. A desire he wishes to show me with another kiss. Once his lips find mines again I feel like I am back where I need to be. Before, my mind was spinning and the kiss stopped it, settled it, and wiped away any confusion I had about this music.

His kiss feels like a song. Soft and melodic, the keys of a piano tinkering through your mind as the smoothness of his voice slips right between the notes, mingling with them perfectly, creating a sound that will linger in your mind long after it ends...and when it does, you play it again to hear that one part, just that one part of the song, and then it ends again...then you hit loop.

I would have lost myself in the music, in the sound of him, the feel of him, the scent of him, but the words of papa breaks the music. Like a record scratch I hear his voice loud and clear in my mind as if he were right behind me. Don't get lost.

I pull away, jerking only because my mind wanted to do one thing but my body wanted something else. I tell him I need to go, he doesn't like that of course, and I can see the shock on his face as if this is the first time in a long time a woman has told him no.

He can't answer my question because the answer is probably pretty high. How many women did I see in those videos and just how many did he call over that week and put them in this same position? I can't, not like this, not this soon. I'm not judging, no, there is nothing wrong with it, to be sure, but I will not be one of those women. I am Magdalena Monteros.

There was one last moment before I left, him holding on to me, desperately wanting one last moment with me and I was happy to oblige. He pulled me closer again, his eyes locked on to mines, and this time the craving and desire was not there. There was a different look in his eyes now, I'm not sure how to define it, but it felt like he was almost relieved? Respect? A combination of the two?

Either way, when he ever so slightly tugged at my lip and told me I was worth waiting for I started to wonder if I've made a mistake after all. Sex under the stars with the city as my backdrop wouldn't have been so bad...

Index ~ Next Episode 2 'Blood Simoleons'

[alexanderlightweight]

It's so good to see you on my dash again!!

I hope you can keep feeling better!

I was hunting around for the name of the fic series I was thinking of but I couldn't find it so...

I'd like to prompt you for more kelpie!Alec, or more manipulative planning Alec! I love when they're both a little vicious for each other.

Take it easy!

its been a while but I made it! to responding finally! I feel like I appeared like a wavering ghost over a year ago. but this time i'm managing to stick around and it's been honestly a relief.

i'm sorry you could find it, I need to work on the verse catalog but I get distracted by ficcing instead whenever I have the spoons

i think you might have meant a specific verse but i'm not sure so just have manipulative Alec!

this is a craft of adoration au if things actually had ended up going as Alec planned for once in his life.

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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webs woven over time

Anticipation courses through Alec’s body as he double checks and then triple checks his gear and weapons.

This is not a night he can afford to have a single thing go wrong.  It’s why the team he’s chosen is the one it is.

Every single hunter in the team he prepared for tonight is one of his best.

The brightest, deadliest and most unconventional group of shadowhunters since the Circle.

Yet every single one of them is at the bare minimum sympathetic to downworlders rather than fanatically opposed. 

It was hard to find them, to collect them and train them but Alec succeeded.

Because even though no one shares his exact vision — a world where he can marry Magnus openly isn’t exactly anyone else's dream — they all still share a main goal.

They all want better relationships with downworlders so they can focus on the true problem, demonic invasions and rifts and to raise the rest of their race up to the standard they now hold. 

And while it’s not spoken aloud, Alec and his chain of command are all aware how many queer shadowhunters have flocked to his Institute.  It’s a secret pride of his, to be a safe landing space for those like him.

Though they never talk of it aloud, not yet when it still isn't safe.

Alec knows it will have to be him to take the first step.  

That it will have to be his relationship, made public enough and powerful enough to create a bridge into a future where his people are free to love who they wish.  They deserve to love proudly anyone who makes their hearts beat with even a shard of the fervor that his heart does for Magnus.

Yet it’s not a sacrifice. For Alec could never be with Magnus and hide it away, it’s hard enough to contain himself and they haven’t even officially met yet.

Alec is sure that at this point, he is a small speck on the political board that Magnus plays.

But Alec knows he’s destined to be more, because no matter how hard he needs to try, he is sure that he can in some way get Magnus' attention.

And once he has it, he’ll do everything in his power to keep it.

—

There’s a deep fog surrounding the beach and Alec is glad that it’s late enough and cold enough they won’t have to worry about mundanes. 

While he studied enough to recognize the patterns in specific demonic rifts, he can’t actually pinpoint the season they’ll open.  It’s one of the only things he couldn’t predict and it’s a relief that the rift opened as early in the year as it did.

But it was always going to open.

Perhaps telling the Clave or anyone else his ability and formula to track demonic rifts would have been smarter.  

More efficient and perhaps even with less casualties.

But Alec is selfish when it comes to Magnus.

Telling the Clave is like asking them to forcibly transfer him to their Research corps, something Alec is unwilling to allow.

Telling anyone else would be putting a target on his back and honestly, Alec learned to track rifts for one reason and one reason alone.

To get Magnus’ Bane’s attention.

As Alec predicted, the Clave ordered him to contact the High Warlock of Brooklyn without Alec even needing to lift a finger.

Shadowhunters can’t close rifts, not ones like this.  They can close small ones, chipping away at the folds of shattered reality with adamas until they’ve cauterized it closed but anything bigger than a small tear is impossible.

Alec smirks beneath his facemask, the fabric already up and over his nose as he slips goggles into place.  They’re all tinted a faint silver, coated with a thin layer of adamas to prevent shattering but without obstructing vision.

Battle runes already active they step through the requested portal — not one that Magnus created, Alec can tell by the feel — and into a field of fire.

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Alec making a group sympathetic to fellow queers and downworlders: no one will stop my love

alec's whole goal is he's not going to train people who will be dangerous for Magnus. like his whole goal is getting to love and be with Magnus. he's not going to risk that by having anyone in his institute but especially not his core hunters being racist and xenophobic to downworlders and queers

alec has Standards.

also I feel like I should mention that Alec is purely trying to get magnus' attention with his actions and skills. he knows Magnus is competent and feels he'll value competency and lethalness with equal value.

he's not wrong. Alec is just also very unaware the the second Magnus sees him, it's all over.

magnus intrigued by the skilled shadowhunter fighting practically back to back with him

alec: oh good, this is great. this is perfect, everything is going so well. okay introduce ourselves and leave and then followup. don't overwhelm. (Alec uncovers his face because he was wearing protective gear to filter out poison)

Magnus: ... well isn't this a lovely surprise. mine now

alec: ... this wasn't in the plans??? like I am not mad at all but my plans???? all of my carefully crafted meticulous openings that I was going to branch off this positive encounter?? unnecessary????? I have been stressing over this for years????

magnus: kissing a very eager but still confused Alexander

Alec: i don't know how I got here but i'm going to do everything in my power to stay here. I am genius. success is mine.

[sweetvamp03]

Where you really belong

Word count: 2881

Sam Winchester x Female reader-no smut-light violence-fluff

Summary: You and Sam haven't seen eachother in months, when suddenly the Winchester boys show up unexpectedly. You miss eachother but don't know if you can work out your issues.

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Unlocking your front door, you waved at the car still on the road, waiting for you to get inside. You stepped in, flicking the light on and throwing your jacket and purse on the entry bench. You made your way to the kitchen to scavenge for something to snack on. Your boyfriend Oliver had taken you out to dinner at some fancy restaurant where the portions were almost as insane as the the food they offered. You politely ate what you ordered and prayed that he wouldn't want to come in so you could pig out. You were surprised to see the overhead light on, as you were usually pretty anal about the electricity bill. Turning the corner you were greeted by two rather large men, sitting at your dining table. Eyes glancing from one to the other, you blurted out, "Dean, Sam, what are you doing here?". The tension between you and Sam was thick in the air, Dean was well aware of it. Trying to focus mainly on the shorter one, you tilted your head, silently repeating your first question.

"Just saying hi, checking up on our favourite girl" Dean finally responded with a smile on his face, that was slowly fading when he looked at sam, obviously very uncomfortable.

"Oh well it's good to see you! Both of you." You meant it, your heart hadn't stopped racing since you saw Sam standing there, it took everything in you not to wrap him in a tight hug.

"You were out late! Not tracking any vamps are you?"

"No not in months dean. I was just out at dinner- with a friend." your eyes quickly darted to Sam and back, trying to gauge his reaction.

Raising his eyebrows and grinning ear to ear he exclamed, "Oh is she coming in? I love to meet any friends of yours."

Rolling your eyes you rebuttled "Yeah no. As much as I'd love for you to sleep with more of my friends, they had to get home."

Heading to the fridge you offered the boys some drinks, only one of them accepted. You had some beers left over from a party you had a few weeks ago, you knew if you were going to get through this you were going to have to be inhebreated.

"Okay so what's the real reason you guys are here?"

"Oh y'know, a demon threatened sammy here, if he didn't help him, he'd kill you. Don't freak out though, you're not dead so that's a good sign."

Taking a large swig out of your bottle you swallowed and let out a sigh. "Oh great."

Just then your phone started to ring, you fished it out of your dress pocket and glanced at the screen. Oliver. Of course. You knew that if you didn't answer he would just call back or worse, come check on you.

Picking up the call, you glided out of the room so your conversation hopefully wasn't overheard. "Hey Oli"

"Hey babe, just making sure you're okay, I'm sorry again that I couldn't stay over, apparently my boss thinks holding meetings at 5am is a fun way to boost our spirits."

"Heh yeah, it's all good, I have some stuff I need to do tonight anyway."

"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow though right? at Alexanders?"

Alexanders was your guys' go to restaurant, he took you there on your first date. "Yeah sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you baby" your heart ached, not because it was happy but because that wasn't the person you wanted to be telling you that.

"Love you too, babe." you choked out.

You hung up and hurried back into the kitchen, where you saw both boys silently looking in your direction. Apparently the walls in this little house were thinner than you had thought. Your lips parted, letting out an almost inaudible sigh, looking apologetically towards Sam. Your head started stiring, trying to rember what you had said, to understand just how bad it actually was. The words "Love you babe" echoed through your thoughts. Understandably Sam started out of the room, looking more upset than mad. Your eyes followed him out, then went right back to Dean, he probably hated you for hurting his brother like that.

"Dean I'm so sorry, I-"

"I know, don't mind Sammy he's just been a drama queen these last couple of months. We arn't here because of him, just to make sure you're okay."

Part of you felt dissapointed, but understood. "Well, thanks."

Sam rushed back into the room, with a burning question. "Hey uh do your neighbors usually stare out their blinds into your living room?"

"Uh not that i've noticed." you rushed to the window near the front door to take a peek.

"Yeah didn't think so" Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the blinds. "Where do you keep your guns?"

"Under my bed" you replied.

"Show me."

You lead Sam into your bedroom, getting on all fours and reaching under your bedframe, and pulling out a few different cases. You sit up while opening the cases, you look back at Sam, it was so quiet as if he had left. You noticed his eyes trailing over the photo on your nightstand of you and Oliver. You turned back pretending to not have noticed. You kept the photo there because you thought you should, if you saw him every night when you fell asleep and every morning when you woke up, maybe your feeling would start to feel real. All of your friends have told you that he's perfect for you, and you know it too. So you gave it everything you had to try and make it work. Unfortunatley every moment you spent with him, you were thinking of someone else. It was't fair to him, you knew that, but you didn't know what to do at this point. You knew you'd never be over Sam, but you had to move on, trying to fake it til you make it.

You finally decided to fill the silence with something you had to get off your chest. "I don't love him you know." you confided in him, standing up.

"You don't have to lie to me Y/N, I heard you on the phone." Sam tried to let out a sarcastic chuckle, but you could tell how crushed he was.

"Doesn't mean I meant it. I haven't meant it since I said it to you." you lowered your head, embarrased to be oversharing with him like this. You used to tell him everything but things were different now.

"Then why did you leave? Why haven't you talked to me since that night?" he blurted out while grabbing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

"You know why Sam. It just doesn't work, you and me." You felt like you could hear your heart actually crack.

He slid his hand down your arm and intertwined it with yours. Slowly moving his other hand up to your jaw, tracing his thumb along your cheek. You were only inches away from eachother now, finding it hard to steady your breathing. You slowly leaned in to have your lips meet his, and he reciprocated in slow, passionate, loving, kisses. You pulled away abruptly.

"No, Sam. I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I've spent all these months trying to forget you, trying to fake love with someone else so that maybe someday it won't hurt as bad as it does right now. And it has gotten me nowhere. This is only going to set me back further and I'll never be able to move on." you rambled on not knowing what you were going to say next.

"But why do you have to get over me, why can't we be together? I love you Y/N, and you've made it clear you still have feelings for me, so please just tell me what happened to us." he grabbed your hand back, pulling it up to his mouth to plant a light kiss on the back.

A tear started to form in the inner corner of your eye, you couldn't let yourself go like this, not right now while you were under some sort of supernatural attack. "We should get take the guns out to dean." you said while wiping away the tear that was trying to make its way down your face.

Dean was waiting impatiently wondering where the two of you had been. "Guys c'mon, nows not the time to get all touchy feely, if you didn't know before, theres kind of a bunch of demons watching us."

"Yeah sorry the case was jammed and we couldn't open it" you replied, realizing that Dean had noticed the red in your eyes from the almost tears.

"But they haven't done anything? Haven't made a move at all?" Sam questioned curiously.

"Nope. I don't know what kind of orders they got but they don't really seem to be in attack mode."

You didn't really feel like fighting if it wasn't necessary, so you headed to the couch.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"I'm not gonna stand around all night waiting for them to pounce, go ahead and get comfortable." you laughed.

Sam sauntered towards the couch as you had moments before, taking a seat on the cushion right next to you. You noticed Dean had just taken a seat in the chair by the window, staying on look out. Your phone lightly pinged in your pocket, you grabbed it out and saw a text from Oliver reading "Goodnight baby, see you tomorrow and sleep well <3". You tried to turn it off as quickly as possible but were unsuccessful. Oliver sent a goodnight text every night, it was very sweet but it annoyed you a little bit.

"Not gonna reply?" Sam inquired.

"I already said goodnight earlier." you barked back at him.

He lowered his voice to a hushed tone so it would be difficult for Dean to hear everything. "Why are you here? With him? You don't love him, if you did truly love him I'd leave it alone. I just want what will make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted, you know that Y/N."

You couldn't talk here, not with Dean so close. You abrubtly stood up and grabbed Sam by the hand dragging him back into the kitchen.

Once you were defintely out of earshot you opened up to him, not wanting to, but needing to.

"Sam, that night, with the Wendigo, you almost died."

"I almost die like once a week, and I actually die quite often too." he let out a pained chuckle.

"You almost died because of me. You wouldn't have if you weren't trying to protect me, I can't be the reason you die Sam, I just can't. If I ever lost you I don't think I could cope. I thought if I left and tried to distance myself that it would be better for the both of us."

"Y/N, I know. I felt that way every time you left the bunker. But what good are we if we stay apart? We are just as hurt and destroyed as we would be if one of us lost eachother. I'll do anything for you, that inlcudes dying. But I know how hard that would hit you, so I try my very best to stay alive. For you. Every morning I get up and I remember I need to make it through the day because you are still out there, and one day you could come back to me."

The tears you tried so hard to battle earlier were coming back, flooding this time. Sam grabbed you up, his arms wrapped around your waist, while yours framed his neck. Burying your head into his shoulder you couldn't hold it in any longer. "I love you Sam" it came out muffled as your mouth was pressed to his red flannel.

"I love you too baby." You could feel tears hitting the top of your head, they were slowly running down his face and your heart pounded with love. Something you hadn't felt in awhile.

A loud creak behind you made you jump, luckily it was just dean. You were still wrapped in Sam's arms and Dean looked relieved. "Hey guys, uh sorry to interrupt what was probably a very heartwarming moment, but I think they are making some sort of move-" He turned to walk back to the front of the house then paused and returned to meet your faces. "But not the kind of move that was about to happen here" he smirked.

As he bolted out of the room you threw a bag of chips that was on the counter beside you, towards him. Something light enough that wouldn't hurt, but that would still get the message across. "Ow" he mumbled.

Sam let out a laugh, he loved it when you stood up for yourself. Looking back into his puppy dog eyes, you silently agreed to let go of eachother and prepare for the fight that was upcoming.

Guns in hand, you waited by the front door, when quickly an old man and woman burst through it, eyes black as coal. You and Sam fired shots, slowing them down a bit, while Dean was hiding behind a cabinet. When opportunity struck, he lept out and stabbed the woman in the chest, quickly removing the knife covered in blood, and driving it into the mans back. There was silence.

"Uh was that it?" you said flatly.

"I have no idea. Those were the only two I saw watching us. Seems weird that they didn't have more on babysitting duty." Dean was looking around waiting for another attack from a different angle. You all waited and waited but nothing came. After 10 minutes, you sat down on the couch, if the demons were going to try and kill you, they better do it soon because you arn't the most patient girl in the world.

"Maybe we just got lucky?" Sam sounded confused at his own explanation.

Just then, the back window was completely shattered and before you knew it, the demon was inside and making his way towards Sam.

"Sam!" You exclaimed as you jumped up. Horror in your eyes. You looked over to Dean who was knocked unconcious from the blow.

You grabbed the demon knife out of Deans limp hand and stuck it in the bloody demon faster than anything you've ever done before. He fell to the ground and you stepped over him to make your way towards the long haired man you loved so dearly. "Baby are you alright?" you whispered to him.

"Yeah don't worry sweetheart I'm okay, are you okay?" he was looking you over.

"I'm fine, see this is why I left." you both let out a little laugh as he kissed your forehead.

Just then Dean gained conciousness and looked at the two of you, "Alright we did it!" sticking out a thumbs up.

Both you and Sam rolled your eyes once again and went back to looking at eachother. You knew you weren't staying here any longer, so you tried to remember where you stashed your suitcase. The two of you let Dean take care of the bodies while you packed up your sad little life here in Sioux Falls. All you really needed was Sam; and maybe your clothes. You left everything else behind. Except a little box you kept on the top shelf of your closet. Inside, pictures and memories from you and Sam, even though you tried to move on, you couldn't just forget him completly, you had to keep some things. He came up behind you to take a peek inside to see what you had in there, his eyes softened as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking in your scent, something he truly missed. He would never admit it, but he had one of his sweaters that you used to wear around the bunker, he hadn't washed it since you left because he didn't want to forget how you smelled.

"What am I going to tell Oliver?" you took a deep breath, feeling horrible that you were doing this to him. But not so horrible since Sam's thick arms were holding you tight.

"Just tell him, it's not you, it's me"

You laughed, "Oh yeah that's clever, nobody has ever used that one before."

"Just tell him you're going back to where you really belong."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

The engine of the impala sounded as Dean pulled into the driveway, "I'll take your bags out, I'll give you a moment" Sam offered.

"No thanks, I don't need any more moments here. I want to spend all my moments where I really belong from now on." You smiled up at him.

He took your hand, and you each grabbed a bag, heading out the door without looking back. You knew that your life was just getting started now, it felt stalled before, but this is where you were truly meant to be. With the WInchester brothers, saving people, hunting things. And most importantly, being with the only man you ever truly loved.

[nosebleedsturn]

Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

He would have been a great guy, if you hadn't met him in prison. Now, you can't talk too much considering you had an overnight cell with three other women for causing a scene at a local beach, but you were just an angel, a girl who hadn't meant to do any harm. And really, who could blame you for being hot? Your ex was trash, so onto the next. The next happened to be caught up in a crime of his own. And it all started, on a Friday night. 

I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste

It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way

I promise 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes

But just don't

"l/n! Someone bailed your ass out!" a woman had shouted at me, catching my attention. I smiled at her graciously, still drunk off of last night's expeditions. It's not every day you date a handsome rich boy who owns a boat, only to find out he's done you dirty. I may have stolen a card or two, caused a scene at the beach, stolen said boat, but it all was a misunderstanding. The misunderstanding being he forgot he had a girlfriend. The officer unlocks the cell, opening the iron gate for me and I step through. "Down the hall to your left." she points in that direction. I begin walking in that direction and point towards the left, checking back in for correction. However she just snaps back, "I said to your left." I walk through a second pair of iron gates and come to a plastic barrier, a man stands on the opposite side. "Ma'am are these your belongings?" he asks in a rather monotonous voice and I glanced at the plastic bag. Sunglasses, my Chanel earrings, and my favorite lipstick. Oh thank God, I never thought I'd see my perfect little angels again. I nod and the officer pushes them through the gated hole. I reach inside to grab the bag, immediately going in for my lipstick. He talks some more, but I'm more focused on reapplying my makeup. 

A good girl like me should have never been imprisoned. Wrongfully so might I add. They don't have any mirrors in here either, I just hope I don't look like a complete mess. I turn, using the slight reflection in the glass to reapply my lipstick. "Ma'am, this is not a beauty counter, I'm going to need you to comply." I ignore him, as one does when they don't care, and instead, I focus in on the sounds coming from behind me. 

The shuffling is rather annoying and makes me lose track of how much lipstick I've dabbed across my bottom lip so I flip around to find the source of the commotion. It sounds like it's coming from the same hallway I had been placed in. I lean against the side of the doorway as the iron gates begin to close in front of me, watching the scene play out. Two officers bring in a guy. I tilt my head in confusion. He looks too cute to be in a place like this. Oh, like me!

He's dressed in an all blue jump suit. Looks like he isn't an overnighter like me, but a long term resident. I wonder what he did. There's a silver cross dangling against his chest. Oh, so they can take my Chanel's, but not his stabby cross? Both his arms are held behind his back, most likely with handcuffs. He looks up from the floor, eyes meeting mine. They're blue. The brightest color I had seen since yesterday's ocean. I could see them clearly from where I stood. The two guards shove him into the room, but he tilts his head back to look at me longer.

I let out a giggle as the guards shut the gate as soon as he's thrown inside. I need to find that man.

I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy

Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight

I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes

Yeah, I know

Like all good women of my age do, I find out his name, his sentence, his crime. It's honestly nothing too good to remember, just something petty I'm sure he didn't really do it. I also find my way into meeting him. 

I get all dressed up nice and pretty after calling into the prison to ask if he'd like to meet me. He agreed of course, and I could hardly fall asleep that night due to excitement. I wear a blue dress, and my heels and stockings. Maybe he won't be able to see it, I can't actually be face to face with him, this prison doesn't allow that for whatever reason. But he'll be able to see me coming, and that's the part that sends goosebumps down my skin. I know he wants to see me bad. He looks like the perfect amount of trouble I can get into, without being sent back to prison. His shaggy brown hair, the way it fell over his eyes. The steely blue of his eyes makes me knees weak. I just can't wait to hear his voice. 

After I arrive, I get all checked in and luckily this time I was allowed to keep my earrings, lipstick, and sunglasses. 

I walk into the room, a couple other inmates had their girls or family sitting in there, talking through the phone. I sit down gently, and for a second we just stare at each other. His stare is so dark and demanding, serious, but the way he's smiling at me, I know he's teasing me. He picks up the phone first, and my heartbeat quickens and I quickly follow. "Hello?" oh God help me. "Hi." I smile back, playing cute and coy. "I'm Christopher, but you can just call me Chris." he says, introducing himself. "I'm y/n." I replied shortly. He's so hot. His voice is deep, and a little scratchy, like he hasn't talked all too much. He must be lonely in there all by his lonesome. "I talked to the officers, they said you get out in two months." I said, starting up a conversation and Chris nods. "Yes ma'am, two months."

"Well, what'd you do?" I twirled the phone cord between my fingers, even though I already knew what happened, I just desperately wanted to hear him speak to me. I love his voice already. He smiled wide, all pearly white straight teeth. "Got into a fight." he shrugs, like it's nothing, so it must be nothing. "Well I'm sorry. You probably don't deserve it." he smiles a little wider, a little more darker. "I probably did."

"Now you tell me, how'd you get in here?" he continued, staring me down like he wants to eat me. God I hope he does! "It's kind of a long story..." I trailed off, and Chris places his hand against the plastic wall. "I got all the time in the world to hear it." I smile sweetly, placing my hand against his. How I wish I could actually feel his touch.

I want his hands all over my body, I want to feel his plump lips kiss mine. I want to hear him say sweet nothing's in my ear. I want to please him, want him to please me because sitting here staring at him, I know he's good. He knows he's good. He's entertaining. My tongue feels like it's going numb, and I can hardly speak. He taps against the glass after a few seconds, like I'm a fish, and I blink, coming back to reality. Focus y/n! "Sorry," I apologized quickly, feeling my face flush with heat at the act of being caught. "Got a little distracted.

And we talk, talk a whole bunch of nonsense. I keep coming back every few days just to see him again. It's against the rules to visit an inmate every single day, so I don't do that, I can't. I wish I could. Sometimes I lie awake at night, only thinking about him. The conversations we've had, the one's we'll have after he's out and we can finally touch and talk about everything under the sun without having a guard breathing down his neck. I wonder how many thing's he thinks about until he gets to me. I know I see him everywhere. Every time I see a cross, I'm reminded of the silver chain around his neck. The thing's I'd do. 

Two months goes by in a flash when you're having fun. One day, I'm counting down until I can see him in person, and the next, I'm dressed standing outside the prison, sat on the hood of my car, watching him leave. For the first time, i'm seeing him without any guards or glass in between us. Chris wears all black, slack jeans, fitted shirt, a silver belt wrapped around his hips working overtime to hold up his heavy pants. There's a bag thrown over his shoulder, everything he's collected during his time spent imprisoned. I curl my finger at him the closer he gets, beckoning him to hurry up. I giggle when his arms wrap around my waist after dropping his duffle to the floor. I put my hands against his chest, keeping him from kissing me. I don't want our first kiss to be in the parking lot of a prison. He just smiles and shakes his head as I push him off. My own laughter circles around us, echoing against the brick walls as he opens the drivers side door for me to slide in. 

"Let's go for a date tonight." he looks down at me and smiles as I backed out of the parking lot. Aw, look, he's already willing to treat me to a good time even though he's just escaped the confines of a prison. "A date, that's so sweet. Where?"

"There's this nice pizza place, just downtown, I gotta few friends out there." he says, one hand on my thigh, and the other on the door. Sounds cute, I love pizza. I agree, and we drive up to my place for a bit, before he tells me he's gotta leave. Chris and I say our goodbyes and we split ways. I stand at the entrance of my door, watching him walk along the sidewalks, his duffle slung over his shoulder. We still hadn't kissed yet. There's so much more passion when you don't kiss each other. We talked, same as we did in the prison. I mostly talked about myself which is great cause I love talking about myself. He drew patterns on my thighs, and whenever he got too close to my panties, hand disappearing under my dress, I just slapped his hand away. "Good boys wait." I teased and he scoffed, but he still smiled at me anyway. Our sexual tension is through the roof right now. I couldn't make it any harder for him, I don't think. I mean, I could not let him touch me at all, but I know even if I tied him down, he'd still find his way to touch me. 

The next day, around noon, he shows up at my place, dressed in an outfit similar to yesterdays. Chris, always wearing the black now. It's so weird seeing him in a color that isn't a blue jumpsuit, but he does wear black so nicely. He helps me into my car, sitting down in the passenger seat. He knows how to drive, but after going to prison, you can have your license suspended, terrible, honestly, sounds worse than a death sentence. So he's not allowed to drive for now. I don't mind driving, keeps my brain busy or else I'd have to have him pull over every thirty seconds. When we finally arrive to the pizza place. It's just as cute as I thought it'd be. It's so Italian, flags flying in the breeze on the outside, signs. The inside is just as cute. Tables litter the room as Chris tugs me through. Chris nods to a man standing behind the counter. 

The man is old, hair graying. I smile at him, half expecting Chris to introduce us. The smile on the old mans face falters. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Why doesn't he look happy to see us? Chris pulls me throughout the building, darting behind the counters between the double swinging doors into the kitchens. it smells like pizza in here, and I turn around watching the man follow us. Neither he or Chris speak as I'm pulled through the kitchens. We stop in front of a room, which I assume is a freezer by the way there's a few bolts on the outside. The man with the gray hair just opens the container. On the inside, is a group of men. 

All I'm asking, baby

A rather large man behind a table lights up a cigar, the biggest one I had ever seen in my life. There are a couple ripped up posters all around the room. The one that sticks out to me the most, is one that said boxing, in all capitol letters. "Don't move." Chris instructs, letting go of my hand. He rushes forward, a few men coming after him at the same time. I gasp, clutching my stomach in shock as I step back, almost falling against the back wall in complete shock. Punches are thrown, it's a mess of fists and blood. I had never seen people fight like this, it looks deadly. Chris knocks his fist into people, punching and shoving his way through it all. Were these people the ones who put him in jail? 

Chris grabs a glass vodka bottle, smashing it against some poor guy's head. My eyes widen. Blood covers the floor. It seeps into the cement like water does to soil, staining the ground maroon.  This seems bad for business. Chris doesn't even spare a glance at anyone else, and I realize, he's the last man standing. He ignores the shouting man behind him, and I can hardly hear him, my ears are ringing. The sound of a fist meeting someone's cheek will haunt me for the rest of my life. I clutch onto my stomach, fighting through the fear to just breath. Slowly, in and out. He's never once spoken about being vicious. I knew he was to prison for causing a fight, but I didn't think he was like... So violent like this. Chris walks up to me, dropping the rest of the glass bottle in his hand to the floor, it shatters. "C'mon baby." he groans, holding his side. His cheek is bruised, and he's bleeding just above his eyebrow. His bruises are a mix of purple and red. People stare as we walk back through the kitchen, and then the customers stare as we walk through the actual restaurant. I have a feeling we're not going to be welcomed back any time soon. 

I don't really know what the hell just happened. My brain hasn't fully caught up with everything. I'm just in shock. Chris lets my hand go as we get to the parking lot, and he limps over to the passenger side. I start the car, not speaking to him. For the second time today, I'm grateful I'm driving so I have something to focus on. My brain keeps wanting to ask what the hell that was, but there's no way he'd answer. I think I'm mad too, mad and shocked, and a little afraid. Mad because I expected a beautiful little date, something short and sweet, and romantic, and instead he's bleeding out in my passenger seat. He holds his side, wincing every once in a while during every sharp turn. I don't stop driving until after the sun's already set over the Hollywood hills. I pull over into an empty mall marking  lot, somewhere hidden behind the actual mall so the main roads don't see this. I get out, slamming the door and walking around the car. My breath comes out in short puffs, my heart racing.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I just need a nice long break from him, and we've only been together for less than a day and I'm already excited over the aspect of being alone. But guy's like these don't leave girls like me alone. I sit on the trunk of the car, pulling my knees up to my chest. Times like these, I wish I smoked cigarettes, cause I could totally use a cigarette right now. I cross my arms on top of my thighs and stare ahead at the side of the mall, focusing on my breathing. I hear the sounds of someone shifting behind me and I know Chris is pulling himself out of the passenger seat. I barely blink when he appears beside me. He wraps me into his arms tight, like a bear hug, whispering into my neck. "I'm so sorry pretty, shouldn't have made you watch me do that." he apologizes through neck kisses. Normally, I'd be all into this, but I can't. I can't just get over it. "But you wouldn't have let me if I told you the truth."

But then he pulls back, all blue puppy dog eyes and floppy hair, lips pouting deeply and It's like we've found our rhythm again. We fall back into step and my heart crumbles when my knee nudges his side on accident. I slide my fingers into his hair, tugging his head back so I can get a clear vision of the cut on his eyebrow. It looks so bad. I breathe in a quick gasp, reaching out to gently tap his cheek, maybe wipe off some of the blood, but Chris flinches away. "It's okay." I nodded, ignoring every warning and red flag. He just buries himself in my neck again. I think I should just take him home now. I slide off the trunk and he helps me, gripping my sides. I accidentally unlock the trunk, and it flips up after the pressure of my weight releases it. I turn around to close it but freeze when I realize there's a fucking alive body, tied up in my trunk.

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right

And please, please, please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker, ah

Please, please, please

My breath catches in my throat and I cough. I glare at him. Now, I'm really pissed. He's brought me, my vehicle into this whole mess. How, and when the fuck did he even have time to get this person in my trunk! Without me even noticing. "Motherfucker!" I shouted, slamming the trunk closed. Suddenly, all the feeling of pity and guilt wash right out of me and all I feel is anger and disgust. I stomp around the car, my heels clacking angrily against the pavement. I slip back into the drivers seat, and Chris hobbles to my side, slamming the door shut for me. "Where do I take him?" I ask once Chris settles down beside me. "There's a shipping container we keep these guys." my eyes fall shut. I don't want to know what we means, or what these guys means either, I just do what he says, following the instructions because I don't know what else I'm supposed to do about it. I just bite my tongue and drive.

When we arrive to the shipping container dock, Chris glances over at me. I grip onto the steering wheel tightly, not daring to look at him. Chris drags a finger along my arm, all the way to my fingers, and then leans between the center console to press a kiss against my bicep. "I'm sorry pretty, I'll make it up to you I promise." he whispers against my skin. At one point, all I thought was how good it'd feel to sleep with him, but now I imagine how good it'd feel to punch him. When I don't say anything, he just gets out of the car, pulling the dude from the trunk and slamming it shut. He has the guy in one hand, waving at me with the other, but I just stick my finger out the open window and flip him off while I drive back in the direction of home. 

The following days, Chris shows up at my door step. Every day it's different flowers, different gifts. I don't even want to know where he's getting the money from. I fear it won't make everything between us better. I let him inside, each and every time. But I won't kiss him, I hardly let him touch me. I miss the person he used to be. It's kind of weird to think that he was a better person behind bars. I cried too, almost every night after he'd leave. I know he'd never hurt me, but it doesn't make me feel good knowing he's okay hurting other people. He never brings up those guys from the pizza place, never mentions how he got someone into my trunk, or what happened to him. And if I bring it up, he just tells me, "Don't worry 'bout it pretty."

Some days are good days, and other days aren't. Like one afternoon, we were driving around, stopping at gas stations and buying Slurpee's from every machine, making it our mission to try every flavor. He got a call, and he became stoic, losing the smile he wore whenever we were together. "Get in the car pretty." Chris ordered, tossing our latest creation into the trash and heading toward the door. "Chris what's going on?" I asked, tugging on his arm to try and free myself. I do not want to be another getaway driver. "Christopher!" I shouted, but Chris just pushes me against the drivers side door. "Don't make a scene. Understand?" I nodded, words leaving my brain, unable to defend myself. I should have ended it there, but I needed him. I knew he needed to me too. Whether it was as a girlfriend, a partner in crime, or to just use me as a getaway driver, whatever it was, we were like Bonnie and Clyde. I do as he says, not wanting to cause a scene. We're both still in trouble with the law anyway, it's just best to comply. I slide into the drivers seat and Chris walks around to the passenger seat. "Where to?"

"The bank on Melrose Avenue." he says, reaching into the duffle bag he keeps in the back. I close my eyes for a moment, preparing myself. After this, I am so done with him. I won't give him a fuck about him after this. 

Well, I have a fun idea, babe (uh-huh), maybe just stay inside

I know you're craving some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice (it's so nice, right?)

And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me

The drive to the bank on Melrose Ave doesn't take too long even though it's on the other side of the city. I might have been going just above the speed limit, wanting to get this over and done with already. Beside me, Chris sets his gun up, making sure there are bullets in it, and that it actually works. The soft clicking from beside me makes my heart beat quicken. So far, in the month since he's been released, I've been the getaway driver, learned how to tie up a man properly, learned police codes, cleaned his weapons, bandaged him up after fights. I didn't sign up for this, but maybe I did, I just don't know why I ignored it all, and still continue to choose to. It's not like the life I lived before was adventurous. I say that knowing I ended up in an over night cell. 

I park on the side of the road right in front of the building. Chris says I never have to worry about cameras, all the footage from the past twenty four hours until we're done are going to wiped, zero evidence of anything happening at all. I just nod and muster up a smile. he comes around, shoving the gun in his pants. He opens the door for me, helping me out. I don't know why I have to attend these meetings anyway. 

We enter the building, and Chris goes straight into his little dangerous moods. He holds the gun up to the face of some poor woman, ordering people around. it'd be hot if I knew he wasn't doing this in real life. Like if he were acting in a movie, I could excuse the behavior. But this is real life shit. He waves the gun around, ordering the woman to put more cash into a duffle bag, separate from the one that usually carries his guns. She looks over at me and I shrug, smiling politely. I don't have anything to do with this really, I'm just an innocent girl who's gotten roped into the whole bad boy persona. I thought it was just a persona, but no. This is who he really is. Chris looks back at me, a sick smile on her lips. He winks at me, like I'm supposed to be enjoying this. I feel butterflies flit around my stomach, but these aren't joyous butterflies. These make me feel like I wanna hurl. 

People litter the floor, one's he's hit, one's he's made drop to their knees. I'm just glad there weren't any children in here. Hundred dollar bills flutter to the ground as the woman zips up the duffle, and Chris turns around, beginning to walk out. I desperately hope he'd forget me and just run off, but he turns around, beckoning me over with an outstretched hand. "C'mon pretty, we got more work to do." I just over the people on the floor, my heels making my feet ache as we ran through the building together. He laughs like this is just some jolly good fun. I really wish just for one day, we could just stay inside. No one would know we were together, it'd be the perfect paradise. I know he loves the fresh air and the scent of chaos, but  my air conditioning is ever better! It sounds like such a fun and sweet idea, we could just order take out, watch a movie, and then maybe I'd let him kiss me just once.

I'm just kidding, but really (kinda), really, really

But no.

An arcade comes into view as his gives me directions, and for a split second, I'm filled with joy. A real date. This would be our first ever real date. "I need you to be a distraction for me pretty." Chris explains, shoving the duffle bag and his gun into the back seat, hidden from the view of the outside world. I hate when he just leaves his thing's around like that. Neither one of us are licensed to carry, especially not him after just being released from prison. The smile falters from my face for a moment as I stare at him. "You're fucking kidding right?" I asked but Chris sends me a glare. "Don't ask questions, look at all the money I just got. We get to keep half." I scoffed and slammed on the brakes as I pulled into a parking spot directly in front of the arcade. "We get to keep half! We should get to keep it all!" I shouted in frustration. "Don't raise your voice at me. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you visited me. Don't act like you don't enjoy this."

My entire body erupts in flames of pure anger. "After this, I don't wanna see your face again." I snapped and he shrugged. "You'll find your way back to me. Always do." the way he looks at me, it's not the same as he did a few weeks ago when he was a prisoner. Maybe I should remind him who he really is, who he's really talking to, cause it certainly isn't me. I just smiled at him. "Go inside, I'll meet you in there. Need to touch up my lipstick. Same ruse as that festival?" I asked, pulling down the drivers seat mirror and Chris smirks, nodding. "Thank you for listening to me pretty. Promise, after this we can go shopping." he grins and kisses my cheek before exiting the car and heading into the arcade. I apply my lipstick as normal, before grabbing my phone and dialing up 911. "Yeah, hi. I think there's a guy in the arcade on Bellmont who's going to get into a fight. Mhm, he's got a gun on him, I'm worried he's going to get physical. Yeah... Eight minutes out? Well get here quick... My name?" I pull the phone away, and hang up. I shove my phone into my purse and head into the arcade.

I make my way inside and my phone chimes with a text from Chris. The guy behind the counter is my target. I huff and bite my bottom lip. I mess up my hair a bit, and get right into the bit. "Hi. Excuse me sir?" I called, getting the guys attention as I stepped up to the counter. He looked up at me, eyes widening as he takes in my appearance. Yes, I know I'm pretty. "Hi." I repeated, leaning against the counter seductively. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could help me out with one of the games, I'm not quite sure what it wants me to do. I feel so silly asking for help." I sighed dramatically, blowing out air between my lips, pouting them out. The guy looks me once over again and nods, following me to a random game. I randomly picked the basketball one, I'm sure he'd love to show off his athleticism in front of a gorgeous girl. I'm not quite sure what kind of trouble he's caused for Chris and his... Entourage, but it must not be a good one if he's got public embarrassment and a fist flying at his face in a few moments. I smile and he shows me how to play the game, and within two minutes, Chris rounds the corner, shouting about why this dude's flirting with his girl. I just stand to the side, waiting, and pulling out a piece of gum from my purse. I chew on it, popping bubbles as Chris pummels the guy into the ground. I stand aside, watching as an officer comes running in, gun up and pointing it directly at Chris. Chris drop the guy onto the ground, putting his hands behind his head and dropping to his knees. His eyes flit up to mine and I smirk, waving my fingers delicately. The officer shoves Chris down to the floor, his cheek pressing against the dirty carpet as he gets patted down. The officer says something into his walkie-talkie as he stands over Chris. The officer grabs Chris by the biceps, pulling him to stand. I walk around a few arcade games, keeping my eyes trained on Chris. He can be as bad as he wants, but I promise I will always be worse. I step up to him as the officer keeps his eyes trained on Chris' wrists while he cuffs them. Chris struggles, trying to free himself.  No one is better than me at turning loving into hatred. 

There's a mess all over the floor, but I step over it, cupping Chris' cheeks in my hands. Back to prison he goes. "What did you do?" he continues to struggle, but what's done is done. "I'll see you in two months." I promised, sliding my hands from his cheek down his chest as the officer pulls Chris away to the police car. Chris' entire body is turned to watch me as he gets dragged away.

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right

And please, please, please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Heartbreak is one thing (heartbreak is one thing), my ego's another (ego's another)

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker, ah

Please, please, please

Again, we find ourselves two months later. I stand outside the same prison, watching as Chris leaves the gates and walks towards me. Wearing all black, duffle behind his head of his belongings he's collected over his two month staycation. "You have fun?" I snickered and he glares at me, he stops in front of me. I just shake my head and roll my eyes, shoving passed him. I stand beside the drivers side door and wait for him to open it for me. He does so, then moves to his side. He's such a passenger princess it's annoying. "I talked to some of your friends." I said, turning to look at him. His eyes widen as he glances from the open window to me as we speed down the highway. "You did?"

"Mhm," I hummed. "And I have a huge surprise for you at the loading bay. You wanna go see?" I giggled and Chris nods, eyes trained on me. "It's gonna be really fun." I continued. I tried to turn him into a good guy, tried to keep him inside my arms, my car, my home, and away from his miscreant friends as much as possible. But I'm tired of keeping him from them when it's clearly where he wants to be. If you can't change a man, become the man and see how he likes being treated that way, I always say. Maybe it'll lead to me getting an over night cell again, but it'll all be worth it.  "Wish I could read your mind right now. Know what you're thinking 'bout pretty." Chris compliments and I smile flirtatiously. "Oh, I bet you wanna." I pat his thigh and his whole body tenses. Poor boy must be super sensitive after not being around me for two months, but we've also never gone anywhere. We haven't had sex, haven't even kissed yet. We never will.

When we get there, I park the car, and everything I requested is already set up how I wanted. Exactly how I imagined. "You putting on a show for me pretty?" Chris asks, unbuckling his seatbelt excitedly. There's a single chair, and a single leather couch. I park the car right behind the metal chair. "I think so." I teased. "You sure about this, think our first time shouldn't be on a couch... Or a chair." Chris says, taking notice of my subtle hints. "Don't you worry your pretty little brain about any of all that nonsense." I cupped the underside of his jaw, squishing his cheeks together. "You get the chair, I get the couch." I explained in few details and Chris nods, stepping out of the car. I follow after a few seconds, sitting down on the couch across from him. 

If you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me

If you don't wanna cry to my music, don't make me hate you prolifically

I'm wearing my white dress. He likes this one, he bought it from some clothing store. He says he likes the way the white meshes with my skin tone, makes me body look like I'm glowing. The entire set up is drowning in red and orange lighting coming from the car. I cross my legs over each other, biting my lip. He really think he's in for a good time? He looks so good like this too, what a shame it has to end this way. His arms hold up his head, muscles flexing in the golden hue lights. Pretty boys don't deserve endings like this, however the little devil inside him sure deserves to be smashed to bits. "You know, I've thought a lot about today." I finally stand up, gripping onto the silver cuffs in one hand, keeping them hidden until the time is right. "You had two months to plan this." Chris says. He's gained a new addition outside the silver cross around his neck. A simple, yet sparkly, silver chain around his wrist. It dangles around it. Expensive I assume. "You could say I've been a busy woman." I shrugged, sitting down on his lap sideways. He goes to move but I shake my head and he holds still. "Now, if you just listen, we can be done in fifteen minutes." I hold up the silver cuffs and his eyes widen. His Adams apple bobs as he swallows. I love making men nervous, it excites me. I giggle and stand up. "Wait, only fifteen minutes?" Chris' gaze follows me figure as I stand, walking around the chair to the back where I take both his wrists and clamp them in between the circular parts of the cuffs, placing them behind his back. I rest my hands on either side of his shoulders and bend over. "I can finish in two if you're lucky." he snaps his head back to look at me. "The fuck are you talking about?" he struggles against the cuffs, just like he did when he was being taken to prison for the second time. "Don't struggle pretty," I kiss his cheek, leaving a stain from my lipstick. I also used the nickname he's been using for me since we met. Fits him more than it fits me. I leave my hand on his shoulder, and walk around him sensually.

I stop in front of him, showing the roll of duct tape I had requested to wait under the chair. He's suck a sucker. "You're not gonna put that on me are you?" Chris asked slowly. Stalling, he's stalling me. I sit across his lap again, not having to worry about him touching me, he's restrained. "You see, I've learned a few thing's from you in the short time we were together, and I learned even more from your friends." I roll the tape around my finger, quickly locating the beginning. I rip off a piece, decently sized, and press it against his lips, effectively shutting him up. I stand up and clap my hands together, admiring the piece of art I created. "I called the cops on you in that arcade. I got tired of being your getaway driver, tired of being the ruse." I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the duct tape, leaving a lipstick mark right over the place where his lips are. 

"That was our first kiss." I joked, stepping back. "And you raised your voice at me a whole lot Christopher. My new friends don't like that." I shrugged, resting my hands behind me hips. "What to do... What to do." I circled him like he was my prey. "I mean, as they say in Chicago," I leaned down to whisper in his ear. "He had it coming."

Please, please, please (please)

Please, please, please (please)

Please (please), please (please), please

[noonapeeves]

Beyond the Grave: Chapter 1

**TW: Contains Violence and body mutilation** If you or someone you know needs help or someone to talk to, Please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at (800)799-7233 or text BEGIN to 88788. Your safety, and the safety of your loved ones, is the most important!

Percy POV

"THEE!?"I yell for my best friend as I wake from being knocked out.

There is so much blood. Is that all from me? How did they even know we where trying to leave today?? Ughhhh. My head.

"Focus Percy." I whisper to myself. I hear her scream. I know what is happening in there. They are trying to brand her like they had done with me. I can't let them do this to her. I grab the crowbar from under my bed and follow the screams. I run into the room swinging the bar hoping I hit someone.

"Woah there Little Dove. Your awake." Luke says stopping me. "Now my Love we've talked about this. Your actions have consequences." "Why are you doing this to us? What did we do to deserve this?" I ask as he grabs my neck. "You made us fall in love with you." He responds. "I never asked-" "Luke! I hate having to hold her down like this." Nate says as he tries to keep Athena still. "Please just do it so she will stop moving and I can lay here with her." "Please don't do this! I'll do whatever you want! Just let her go" I plead. Nobody should have to suffer being branded. "Don't you get it Little Dove. You belong to us now. People need to know that. You have my mark and Athena will have Nate's." "Just hold on Baby. I will be over soon.." Nate says to Thee

I don't know if it was hearing Athena scream and try to kick her way out again but it was like adrenaline shot went through my body and I jumped on Luke's back, knocking him over and dropping the brand. Nate, like a dumbass, let go of Athena to grab it. Which made her start to fight him. She was able to get the brand and hit him with it. Luke had me on the ground choking me when she finally knocked him out too.

"Percy! You need to get up." Athena said as shes trying to get me up. "We have to get out of here before they wake."

Once I finally come to I look around at the men on the floor of her room. "Please Perc! Get your emergency bag and lets get the fuck out of here! Don't forget to leave your phone!"

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, We have been preparing for weeks to get out. We've tried so many times to escape but nothing ever works. It seems like they are always 3 steps ahead of us. Until tonight. We grab our emergency bags and sprint out the door. To the use car lot we've been casing for a while now. We pay for the cheapest but most reliable for now, fill it up and get the hell out. We where driving for a while before we feel comfortable stopping. We pull into a truck stop somewhere in ... well i'm not really sure where.

"Percy. Your face." Athena says looking at me like she just seen a ghost. I flip the visor down to check what is happening and boy. It looks like I've been through hell and back. I have dry blood on the side of my head. I lift my hair to see the cut. Its small but it sure did bleed a lot. I also have dry blood coming from my nose and I can see a black eye already forming. I look back at Athena and she only has a few cuts on her face and half a brand on her back . "It could be worse. Lets just get gas, use the bathroom quickly and keep going." I say "Yeah we should also find out where we are."

We get what we need along with a bunch of stares from strangers. Yeah we must look pretty crazy to walk through this small town with looking the way we do. Once we get gas, we stopped a nice trucker who let us know we are in Seymour Tennessee. Not as far from Greensboro as I'd like to be but it is a start.

"Do you ladies need me to call anyone for you? You should probably get your head checked out." He said. "No sir thank you." "Where you headed anyway?" He asked as Thee and I look at each other. "West." She responds. "We are headed west." I believe he picked up on the fact we didn't want to divulge to much info so he said "Just stay on 40. It will take you as far west as you need to go."

We thanked him and set off on 40 like he said. Starting our new lives somewhere out there. Hopefully far enough away from Luke and Nate.

We stop a few more times, Once to pick up a phone with a GPS and in Joplin Montana. Apparently Athena has been making wire transfers into an account out here. Its in her birth name, Diana Athena Susanne Anderson, so Nate had no idea she had it. "Wow. I would have never thought about that." "Yeah it helps that my grandparents set an account up for me a long time ago." She responds "But I never touched it, just made wires into the account." "Thats so smart." "Yeah. The first time I tried to leave Nate, and failed, I knew I needed something when we both finally found the courage to leave."

The guilty feeling is building up again. If I wasn't so stupid and saw the signs. She would't have had to do this. I've ruined our lives- "Don't do that." She cuts off my thoughts. Like she knows what I'm thinking. "I know what you are thinking Perc. It's not your fault. He was really good with manipulating you. So was Nate. We were both in love and it's neither on of our faults. It's theirs." She said as she start's up the car again. "Yeah but we have to start over now." I say looking out the window. "Starting over is going to be fun. You can finally become the cook you've always wanted to be and I can open a shop to sell the things I make." "I guess your right. I just wish I would have been more smart about who I fall in love with and bring into your life." "Girl! It's hard to find someone to love out here. All the good ones are gone or we cant find them." "Yeah. Might as well do a seance and date a ghost." We where both silent before busting out laughing. "For real tho! Let me get it in with Elvis ... Respectfully." Thee says while making me laugh again. It feels good to laugh without being scared of getting hit or offending someone.

"Okay okay. Where do we wanna head tho?"I ask as we start heading west on 40 again. "We should find a place to live." "Well California is as far as we can go." Thee said while ripping into another beef jerky stick. "We should also see where the next restaurant is because i'm tired of junk food."

After eating, sleeping, filling up the car .. a lot. We finally made it to California. To a small dinner, we sit and attempt to find a place to live without any road blocks. We order and I come across a house. "Oooo this house is way under price. 4 rooms, 2 baths, an attic and basement." "Let me see." Thee takes the phone and gasps "Percy! We need this house. It's has the perfect spooky vibe." I go to respond to her when the waitress cuts in. "Ah. The Halliwell Manor." She says. "Whats wrong with it." I ask "That house was owned by the Halliwell family for generations. The are a family of witches. It's also apparently haunted." "Righttttt. Perc. Make an offer." Thee says and I do. "Good luck with that. Nobody ever stays in that house for to long." She says as she walks away.

A few hours later, to our surprise, our offer gets excepted. "Looks like our new home is San Francisco Percy! Lets go."

We get into the car and head to the Manor. I find it strange we got excepted so fast AND can move in. It makes me wonder. What is really in that house? If it's just ghost, then this is a steal. Let's be real, after what we have been through. Ghost could never scare us away.

Can they?

Christopher POV

Whats this? A new family moving in?

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Yahhhhhh... Sorry this is so long and doesn't have Stray in it yet. I promise the next Chapter will!

Taglist: @alondra6011

[misfittoy15]

"Im glad we booked this room. We both needed a shower not in a dank theater basement." Dan says as he picks up his phone after toweling off his hair. "Dan? Did we ever post that video for the seriously imagine it thing?" Phil asks, checking his Twitter notifications and being swarmed with mentions. "Oh shit, you're right. Those nerds are going to go feral over this." As he gets the posts ready to go. Phil also gets everything ready for his own profiles, smiling as he says, "Do you mean... Pheral?" Dan rolls his eyes so hard he has to put his phone down for a second as he tries and fails not to laugh. "Shut up, you. Let's post at the same time. Which platform are you doing first?"

As everything gets posted they both put their phones down in anticipation for the flood of notifications and queue up a new Mario kart match. Part way into the second race of the grand prix, Phil glances at dan and decides to say something. "Are you seriously imagining it?" Dan's focus breaks and he runs into a banana peel on the track. "God damn it, phil! I was winning!" They both laugh as phil pulls ahead and dan gets his bearings back on the track. "Yeah, you WERE." They clutch their way through the rest of the grand prix with plenty of jabs and remarks that leave them both with smiles as the trophy scene plays.

"Okay, but are you?" Phil dramatically side eyes dan as he's scrolling furiously on his phone. Dan is silent for a moment while he continues looking for whatever it is that's got him for focused on his screen. Phil sighs and decides to let it go, and starts checking his own phone, skimming the insane amount of replies to their video. Their fans are being absolutely unhinged just as they expected.

Dan finally says a whispered "yes!" Right before some tinny fall out boy starts playing from his phone speakers. Phil looks at him quizzically and then realizes dan has found someone who is live streaming from When We Were Young Festival in Las Vegas. The two make eye contact and dan remains silent for a beat, before Phil raises an eyebrow.

"Phil.. do i seriously /need/ to imagine it?" He's surprised for a moment forgetting about the comment he made earlier and then he breaks into a laugh. "I mean, that's entirely up to you, isn't it, daniel?" Dan turns his phone a bit to show Phil the screen. "Okay but look, they're playing through the album and this is the last song before MCR comes out." The two watch the set together despite the terrible quality. "Recpetion must be terrible there." Phil remarks. "Gotta be. There's so many people in one spot. I'm kinda glad we didn't go." Phil casts as glance at dan, "you would be. Mister "don't talk to me" cross body bag. " "you and I both know we would get SO SWARMED. I'd rather just relax on our day off of tour." Fall out Boys performance finishes and it's the break before MCR.

Dan looks up and meets Phil's eye, lowering the volume on his phone and setting the device down. "You know Phil, earlier I asked if I had to imagine it. But I know I don't need to, now do i?" The intensity of his gaze makes Phil stammer a bit and struggle to form a response. "I, i , well, I um, suppose not, huh? We didn't end up going." Dan tilts his chin down and his gaze deepens, "you know that's not what I'm talking about, Philip." Dan leans closer to the man next to him and tugs on his shirt collar where it dips beneath his chin, "I've got you all to myself tonight. Let them imagine it all they want." The first note of My Chemical Romance's set plays as their lips touch. Once, then twice.

"Now, let's watch the rest of this stream until the signal fails." Dan nestles into the seat and picks up his phone, facing it toward Phil and increasing the volume again. Phil adjusts too and smirks when he notices the pride flag they filmed with tossed over the back of the couch they just kissed on.

[danasevans]

the stakes are high, the water's rough

set during "fire and water". kate has a lot of pent-up energy, and it looks to her like claire and aaron could use a bodyguard. claire tries to get her friend to relax.

"Kate, come here."

Kate pauses, scuffing the toe of her boot in the sand. She turns briefly to glance at Claire before scanning the horizon once more. "Hm? Whatcha need?"

"Just thought you might want to sit down," Claire answers. "I mean, you're pacing like a guard dog." She laughs.

Kate sighs, pulling the elastic from her hair. The braid is giving her a headache. "I don't want to sit down. I've been sitting enough. Ever since that asshole grabbed me off the side of the mountain Jack has barely let me leave camp." She frowns, kicking the sand harder. It sprays toward Claire's shaded picnic blanket. "Not that he tells me what to do, I just-- ugh!"

Claire pats the blanket, giving Kate a tired smile. "Come sit down."

Kate drops obediently with a groan, kicking her boots off so she can tuck her feet underneath her. "Boys are stupid. My ten-year-old self had the right idea."

Claire giggles. "You don't think it's sweet, how worried he is? Every time I see you two together, Jack is staring at you like an adorable little puppy. I think you're lucky."

She's right, which makes Kate feel even more guilty. "I tried to go hunting yesterday," she says, pressing her fingers into the blanket hard enough to make dents in the sand beneath. "I speared a couple squirrel-looking things. It put me in a good mood, 'cause we haven't had much meat lately. And then I got back and Jack was asking everyone he ran into if they'd seen me... and it didn't make me angry. I just felt bad for worrying him. I don't know-- I didn't realize once we started talking about our feelings, they would just... get everywhere."

Claire raises her eyebrows. "Well... at least he hasn't tried to drown your baby."

Kate winces, her eyes falling to where Aaron is snoozing in his mother's arms. "I'm really sorry about Charlie."

"I thought he'd changed," Claire says, her voice shaking. "For the better, I mean. We've all moved past the things we went through before the crash... but when I saw what was inside those statues..."

Kate swallows hard. She's definitely had a few late-night conversations with Jack that she couldn't have voiced in the light of the day, but Claire's right-- Charlie has actively chosen to backpedal, to make things worse for himself and everyone else.

"I don't think he wants to hurt you," she says slowly, "either of you. He's just..." she trails off, realizing she has no idea how Charlie and Claire have ended up here. "I mean, if he is using, he's living in a very different world than the rest of us."

Claire's mouth forms a moue of disappointment. "I want him to come back," she admits. "As scared as I am, of what he wants with Aaron now, I miss him. But I don't know how to help him."

Kate stares out toward the horizon and thinks about white-knuckling a steering wheel as gunshots ring out. "Not everyone can be helped," she rasps.

"Maybe not," Claire agrees, with a heavy sigh. "But I think you can help him." She lifts her chin, and Kate follows her gaze to where Jack is handing pills to Sawyer. Even from here, she thinks he looks tired.

She'll help him sleep tonight, when they're not sweaty and stressed and weighed down by the dozen other things they have to focus on. Now, though...

"I'd rather be your bodyguard," she tells Claire with a grin.

"Let's make a deal, then," Claire retorts, offering her own dimpled smile. "When I don't need a bodyguard anymore... you tell Jack you don't need one either." She looks serious now. "Tell him it wasn't his fault."

Kate's stomach flips, and for a moment she tastes dirty cloth in her mouth again. But Claire is right.

The younger woman is holding out her pinky, and Kate can't help but laugh. She interlocks her own with it. "Deal."

As soon as they let go, there's the sound of shouting from further down the beach. Claire's smile drops.

"I'd better get bodyguarding," Kate says with a scowl. "Don't worry, Claire, okay? It'll work out."

[louwhose]

Gotta Make Summer Last

Chapter Sixteen: Specters | Read below or on AO3

Link had a… dodgy relationship with sleep.

Often it would escape him when he was trying to sleep, leaving him to go on long walks along the shore. But then it would come to him when he was least expecting it, making the beach the most familiar bed to him.

Now, sleeping on a boat as small as the King of Red Lions gave even worse odds than usual for him to fall asleep, especially with the cannon taking up so much space on it. Add to that trying to sleep while the sun was up so that they could be alert while looking for the Ghost Ship tonight? Even worse.

At least it wasn't the worst case possible. At least the storm that the sky and wind had been promising last night never came, so they didn't get drenched where they couldn’t seek shelter. But at least if there was cloud cover there would be some reprieve from the brightness of the sun.

What a time for Gonzo to decide to become fully pacifist!

"Stop squirming," Tetra muttered, jabbing him in the rib. As if that helped.

Of course, that was, indeed, an additional reason for his insomnia. The only place to sleep was on the side of the ship without the cannon and all the supplies on it. Which meant he was laying down on the bottom of the ship squished right next to Tetra.

Yeah. His face was definitely a normal color. He had no particular feelings of gratitude that she had her eyes closed as she tried to doze off herself. Absolutely.

"Sorry if I can't get comfortable," Link muttered. "And the sun doesn't help. It's just so bright!"

She cracked an eye open to look at him. "By Din, you're sunburnt!" (Not untrue, but that probably wasn't the main reason his face was so red.) "You should lay on your stomach. That'll keep the sun out of your eyes."

He scowled at the hard wood of the ship. "That still isn't gonna be even slightly comfortable without any kind of cushioning."

"Then do this." She draped her arm over her eyes. It probably did at least somewhat effectively block out the sun, but the motion also meant her hand was now on his face.

To retaliate, Link did… exactly as she suggested. But he used the opposite arm so that now his hand was in her face.

She grunted, and used her hand to swat at his face. He responded in kind. So she swatted at him again, a little harder this time.

And so the ridiculous game continued until their hands were moving too quickly to properly hit a face instead of the opposing hand.

At least until Tetra caught his hand in her own after a couple of minutes. "Stop it. We should be trying to fall asleep right now."

Link wasn't sure what to make of her action, but… well, he didn't dislike it. Even if it wasn't particularly conducive to his falling asleep. So he left his hand where it was for now, debating if he should try to move it at all. "But I'm terrible at falling asleep."

She snorted. "Really? Wouldn't have guessed, with how much trouble it is to wake you up."

"That's different."

"Well, even if you can't sleep, at least try. Rest is critical before ghost hunting. Everyone knows that."

He probably would have opened his eyes at that if his arm wasn't covering them. "Really?"

"Mmhmm. So better sleep now before you get any nightmares after we're done."

That was a fair point… they had no idea what to really expect on the Ghost Ship. And he'd much rather experience the sweet dreams he might get now anyhow.

Link curled his fingers around her hand. "Alright then. Good night… er, day?"

She chuckled. "Just shut up."

So he did. And he enjoyed the rest he got until he did, indeed, drift off to sleep.

-

"What are you doing?"

Link lowered the camera Zuko had lent them and glanced back at Tetra. "Taking the picture for Zuko. Remember? He asked us."

She grunted. "I'd rather you help with the sailing instead. So I can focus on getting the cannon set up in case we need it as we approach the ship."

"I will, I will." He tucked away where the camera had just been stored, along with all the rest of their supplies, safe from the water splashing onto it. "I already took the picture, anyway."

He awkwardly made his way to the mast. He hadn't realized how much the larger size of the Wind's Pleasure had stabilized things, but he was beginning to miss it already. He adjusted the sails and tiller to better propel them towards the Ghost Ship.

Link stared at it as they approached. He hadn't known what to expect, really, and that picture on the chart for it didn't really do it justice. Seeing it in person, it really did feel like a ghost. Like it could disappear at any moment, and he’d had the fortunate timing to be looking in the right direction the moment it appeared beneath the full moon, coalescing into existence.

The wind started to pick up, blowing them towards the ship, so he adjusted the sails accordingly before returning to staring at it. He didn't plan to ever see it again after tonight, so might as well get his fill of it now.

So he was staring directly at it as they got close enough to see an even more spectral creature on it. Giant and dark, with what he could only describe as… tentacles wrapping everywhere around the ship.

His breath caught when its eyes—its dozens of eyes—opened, staring directly at the two of them.

Link could have sworn the wind picked up speed, propelling them towards the ship faster. His voice was high-pitched as he asked, "Tetra?"

Her breath was audible and as shaky as his own. "Let's head back, Link." He didn't need to be told twice for his fingers to start moving once she agreed. "I was willing to fight undead pirates, but… not this."

As he started to make the adjustments to sail leeward, Tetra was sitting at the cannon, ready to use it if necessary. He couldn't complain about the lack of help. Not when such a… such a monster was looming so close. And that was even before she asked—

"Uh, Link?" Now it was Tetra whose voice was high-pitched and uncertain. "Could you maybe be a little faster with all that?"

He'd already been moving his fingers about as fast as he could, but at her question he made the mistake of looking up. Not only was it perfectly unhelpful to his working the ropes, but it made him panic more. How could he not? When now the Ghost Ship had shifted direction and was drifting—no, sailing against that ghostly wind, making its way towards them.

Now that it was closer he could better see the way the entity was as large as the ship itself, tentacles wrapped around it in a deadly embrace and its yellow gaze peeking out between decaying planks of wood.

A chill shivered its way up Link's spine.

"I'm hurrying," he muttered. His hurrying was no help, with his increasingly fumbling hands. Not that he could have escaped it even if he were faster and more skilled in this instead of having a mere month of experience.

It didn't seem as though escape was possible with something like a sea monster made manifest as if from the ancient tales.

He had barely finished making the adjustments necessary and started to turn the King around when there was a deafening BANG! that shook the entire boat.

Ears ringing, he looked to Tetra, who held the cannon, staring at their starboard. When he once again risked a look at the Ghost Ship, he felt terror strike in his heart anew, looking at his reflection in that yellow eye larger than he was.

Link turned back to Tetra. Her mouth was moving, but he still couldn't hear a thing that she was saying. After a moment she seemed to realize, paused and turned her head long enough to distinctly mouth, ‘SWORDS!’

Ah, right. He reached down for the edged swords that he was now glad Nudge forced them to bring and handed one to Tetra. He took his own in both hands and turned to the monster.

He felt rather than heard another shot of the cannon. The projectile hit the eye he was staring at. The monster’s nearby tentacles started to flail in the water, pushing the boat out a bit, and its eye squeezed shut, but after a long moment it started to ooze something purple.

So it could be harmed after all.

Since there were no more eyes near them, Tetra tried to press the advantage by cutting away the tentacles that were nearby so that they could make a getaway. Link did what he could, but more of them were coming for her. And there were plenty.

One of the larger tentacles had managed to sneak up behind her. His eyes widened. Just because he couldn't seem to hear didn't mean that he had no voice. He tried to shout, "WATCH OUT!"

But her head turned to him, instead. So he dove in her direction to stop the tentacle before it could wrap itself around her middle.

Link's intention had been to just slice it as she had been doing, but it was thick enough that he was unable to get through it in one cut, and instead he was caught.

Apparently it wasn't that picky on who it captured, because it immediately started to retract to the ship with him in tow, the force enough that he couldn't keep a grip on his blade, it falling into the ocean beneath. Now he didn't even have a way to fight it.

He was a bit disoriented by the motion until he was hovering above the deck of the Ghost Ship, staring into the largest eye he'd seen yet on this creature.

It was an eye. Undeniably. Yellow with a slit pupil.

It felt like he was staring into a maw.

He began to struggle in earnest now as the tentacle pushed him forward, but his feet could gain no traction against the deck. "NO! HELP!"

Nothing happened beyond the wind growing stronger at his back. Of course. It's not like he could expect Tetra to have caught up to save him now, and there was no one else who even might have been around to help.

Nothing awaited Link except that slow descent to that eye, everything drawing him towards it. His breathing began to slow, his struggles slowly lessened as his muscles began to stiffen—

—until a sword pierced through the eye.

He didn't get a good look at his savior until after they'd rushed to finish severing the tentacle holding him, and he’d had a moment to regain his bearings now that he could move again. But he couldn't help the grin that came to his lips when he saw Tetra standing there, drenched in sea water, giving him a brief smile in return as she pulled him to his feet and started running.

Link wasn't sure how she managed to fight off all the tentacles that came after them while they were on the deck of that ship, especially one-handed. He was still a bit dazed at what had happened. He was even less sure of how she managed the swim back to the ship with both him and the sword in tow. But she did, and finally, finally they were able to set off, slowly making their way out of the Ghost Ship's grasp.

Of course, once they were aboard the King again, the tentacles resumed their assault. Tetra was standing to slice them yet again, but they weren't exactly making progress. Not like this.

He was still disoriented, but… he wanted to help. His sword had sunk, but… there was still the cannon. Yeah, that'd work.

Link hurried to the cannon, loading it, remembering what Tetra had done earlier, and then took aim. Not at the monster, this time, but the ship.

It hit. Just as he had hoped, near the waterline.

The Ghost Ship immediately started to tip downward, taking on water. It couldn't follow them anymore.

That didn't mean it wouldn't mess with them anymore. One long reaching tentacle came for them—reaching for the mast until Tetra severed it—one last time.

The rest of the ship just stared at them, doing nothing more against them as it sank beneath the waves.

But they weren't unscathed. Because it might not have broken the mast, but it did pierce their sail. Rendering it all but completely useless.

She turned to him with a smile on her face and took a deep breath. She said… something. He still couldn't hear. But he thought he caught ‘OKAY?’

"Yeah," he responded. It seemed like he was speaking as well as he ever had, even if he could only feel the words being voiced. "Are you okay?"

Tetra nodded. Then said something else, that he wasn't able to tell at all.

He tilted his head in confusion.

She pointed at her ears. Was she asking about his hearing? If so, she probably knew the answer before he shook his head.

She took a deep breath again and nodded, gesturing behind him. Link glanced back and saw, still in sight, Crescent Island. Yes, going to solid land sounded far better than spending the remainder of the night out on the ocean.

The rent sail wasn't completely useless, even if it was far slower than before there was a hole in the middle of it. Still, it reminded him of when they approached Forest Haven with the way they ended up using their hands as paddles to hasten the trip back. At least they were better off in most every other way, and Tetra didn't abandon him the moment they were close to shore this time.

Well… maybe they weren't quite better off in every other way.

Because once he put his feet on the craggy rock, Link knew he was exhausted enough that he wanted to sleep immediately. But he also knew it would escape him if he tried now.

He sank to the ground on legs weary of the sea.

After a few minutes Tetra approached. He looked up as she crouched down in front of him. ‘Link?’

He must be in terrible shape if she was going out of her way to check up on him. She didn't seem particularly inclined towards such shows of affection.

"I thought it was a joke when you said I'd have trouble sleeping tonight because of the nightmares that would await me." He tried to say that as a joke, something lighthearted to make him feel better, but even if he couldn't hear he could tell the words had been too shakey to have the intended effect. He looked down at his knees clutched to his chest. "I… I still can't hear anything."

He… he couldn't hear. It struck him anew. More than Tetra's voice, he couldn't hear the lapping waves or the howling of the wind or the squawking of the seagulls that Aryll loved. And it had lasted this long for him while Tetra didn't seem to be affected by the sound of the blasts… how long would this last? It was temporary, right?

The tears finally came. Link was enough of a crybaby that honestly he was almost surprised it had taken this long. Though with his vision compromised as well now, he certainly wouldn't make out any words directed at him.

He wasn't sure if Tetra tried to talk to him. But he was able to feel her shift around so that she was sitting next to him in the sand and pulled his head onto her shoulder.

If it had been just a few hours ago, he would have been panicking. His crush? Putting her arm around him and basically cuddling with him? But no, now he was just in desperate need of and appreciating the comfort.

And, as much as he already liked Tetra for her brashness and the way she tried to constantly make the most of life… the way she went to console him when he needed it immediately made him like her even more.

Link felt his hair flutter. A little harsher than her breathing… had she said something?

"I have no idea what you said just now."

His hair fluttered again. He could just imagine her laughing and making some quip about it.He settled against her shoulder, determined to enjoy this position—the only embrace (or, perhaps the better embrace than the one from that monster earlier tonight) that he'd received since leaving Outset. And she didn't move, so he fell asleep there, accepting the gentle rise and fall of her breathing as a replacement for the sounds of the ocean.

[blueraineshadows]

Dark Betrayals Part Twelve

Sebastian 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️Ominis

Master List of Chapters NSFW 🔞

We are edging towards the finish line now, and things are tense as the day of escape looms.

Chapter Twelve - A Heart Given

She was so tired she ached, her body just not feeling it today as she held up her wand towards Sebastian one more time in an attempt at practising a new spell. Sebastian stood there, a crease on his brow as he looked at her, his own wand dropping as he shook his head.

"Come on, focus," he urged. "You can't be like this later tonight at the duel. You are so close to that top spot now that you can't afford to lose."

No, she couldn't. She needed every last gold coin for her and Daisy to start their new life.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Nerves jangled down her spine. One week down, another to go, each day crawling past. The tension at home was so thick that you could cut it with a Diffindo, and then there was the tension here at the pit that was driving her slowly crazy.

Things between her and Ominis were so polite that it was becoming awkward. They avoided each other as much as possible and passed each other as though treading on hot coals, but then they would go out in public, taking a stroll arm in arm, just to be seen on the street together in Diagon Alley to keep up appearances. She wore the ring every day, learning to loathe the pretty jewellery as the symbol of her betrayal and deceit.

And then there was Sebastian. Forbidden to touch, and yet she was craving it all the more. She was fighting it, desperately trying to hold back from him because in a week she would be gone. He would be gone, and the pain of being parted from him was already going to be too much.

Focusing, she held up her wand, her hand trembling. She was just so tired. Sebastian sighed and dropped his arms to his side before walking towards her. As he did, she lowered her wand arm, and he clicked his tongue. "No, don't stop," he said. He took her wrist and lifted her wand arm up again, his touch sending sparks along her skin. "Come on, what is it with you today?"

He gave her a closer look, frowning, before looking at her arm. He released his grip, his hand hovering above her wrist to see the little tremor she had as she held up her wand. His gaze met hers. "What is it?"

She quickly shook her head, her throat beginning to close. This was something else that had been happening a lot over the last few days. She kept crying. At night, into her pillow, sitting in the bath hugging her knees, stray tears escaping as she walked along, it didn't seem to matter where or why. She just kept crying.

"It's nothing," she said.

There was no denying the wobble in her voice and Sebastian's gaze softened. "I know this is tough," he said.

"Don't..." she warned. "Don't make me cry."

His expression turned pained, and he reached out a hand to touch her face. She gasped and pulled back, glancing towards the entrance to their training space. "We can't! Someone could see!"

Annoyance tightened Sebastian's lips, and he pulled his hand back. It was too risky. It was not worth the risk of him losing a hand just to touch her face, no matter how much she ached for him. He took a step back away from her.

"Are you still not sleeping?" He asked quietly.

She cleared her throat and swallowed thickly. "Whenever I do sleep, I dream," she said. "I think I would rather stay awake."

Their eyes met. She knew he was no stranger to bad dreams, they had both suffered from them in the aftermath of their traumatic 5th year at Hogwarts, and had found comfort in each other. This time she had to face them alone, because even Ominis wasn't there to soothe her anymore, preferring to sleep downstairs alone.

"Have you tried a sleeping draught?"

She shook her head. "I'd rather not," she said. She took a deep breath and straightened her arm. "Come on, let's keep going a while longer. I want to get this spell right."

....*....

Tonight had been too close, far too close for comfort. MC had scraped through her duel by the skin of her knuckles, barely getting the win, and she looked like she was about to pass out as she exited the duelling pit and wearily climbed the steps. Marvolo wasn't here tonight, and Sebastian took the risk of going to her after the duel. Her gaze was furtive as he approached. With so many lackeys around ready to report back to Marvolo, they had to be careful. Sebastian just handed her a towel and flask of whiskey. She grimaced at the drink after taking a mouthful.

"South tunnel boundary, twenty minutes," he muttered. He met her gaze briefly to see if she had heard, her subtle nod telling him she had before he moved on.

After ensuring that the crew were almost done with finishing up for the night, Sebastian slipped into the tunnel, charming himself with his shadow illusion as he quickly made his way along it, keeping to the walls and avoiding the few torches that lit the way. As he approached the boundary, he saw MC leaning against the dirty brick wall, one booted foot pressed against it, knee bent. Her face had a look of sadness on it as she fiddled with that damned ring on her finger.

Quietly, stealthily, he crept towards her. He was almost at her side before she tensed and turned her gaze in his direction, those gorgeous eyes narrowing a little. She tilted her head slightly and sniffed in through her nose. Her lips twitched.

"I know it's you," she said softly.

He smirked even though she couldn't see it and reached for her hand, she gave his fingers a gentle squeeze and then he Disapparated with her, the crack of their vanishing echoing along the tunnel. Anyone observing would think she had left alone.

As soon as they arrived in the hallway outside his rented room, Sebastian cast off his charm and grabbed her, pressing her up against the door to press kisses to her neck. He felt like a man starved as he mouthed up towards her ear, taking the delicate appendage between his teeth and tugging. The moan that sounded in her throat was all he needed to hear. Unlocking the door, he took her hand and led her inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

"I've been dying to get my hands on you all week," he sighed. He grabbed at her blouse, pulling it out of her waistband so he could skim his hands up and over her ribs, the puckered scars from her injuries rough against his palms. Her fingers were working on the buckles of his duelling gear, her breaths coming hot and fast.

"It will be worth the wait," she promised.

Tumbling onto the bed, Sebastian pinned her down, his mouth tasting every piece of skin he could get to, smoothing his hands over her flesh and savouring every sound coming from her lips. His need was burning and urgent, his fingers gripping at her hips and thighs as he parted her legs and claimed her. She seemed just as desperate, her hips lifting, meeting him thrust for thrust, her finger nails a delicious sting into his flesh.

Even after the intensity was over, Sebastian lay back on the bed, his arms around her, his fingers trailing slowly through the ends of her hair where it was tumbled down her back. The heat of their bodies entwined was just as satisfying, the steady rise and fall of her breathing a comfort, and he closed his eyes, an ache building in his chest.

Letting her go was impossible. How was he going to do it?

"I wish I was going with you," he whispered.

He heard the stutter in her breathing, and then she pressed her forehead against his chest, her arm holding him a little tighter. "Me too," she whispered. "I...I'm scared."

He cupped her face, tilting her head up to look at him. There were tears in her eyes and he brushed his thumb against her cheek, his heart clenching. "I will come and find you, once everything has calmed down, I will come to you."

She closed her eyes, her look almost pained. "I can't tell you where I am going, Seb," she said. "It's not safe for you to know. What if you get caught? They could use truth serum on you, torture you..."

She clutched at him and he held her, pulled her so close and wished he never had to let go. "I love you," he said firmly. "And I will do whatever it takes until I find you. I promise you that, and you know me, I never break my word."

"I love you, too," she said.

Those three little words from her mouth almost had him crying as he held her against him, feeling her this close and knowing that she would be gone soon. It was a torture and he wouldn't let her go tonight. He kept her there, with kisses and love, and she stayed until the dawn.

....*....

The owl arrived first thing in the morning as he sat at his desk in the Ministry, and Ominis took the envelope, his wand scanning the name on the front to find that it was definitely for him. He tore it open, unfolding the parchment that came with two other pieces of paper. A quick scan revealed what he had suspected. His contact at the shipping company had come through for him. He now had in his possession two tickets to board a ship for America, sailing next week. His thumb smoothed over the two tickets, a pang of sadness in his chest as it became all too real. MC really was leaving, and he would be the only one who knew where she would be going. His fingers shook a little as he put the tickets back in the envelope, performed a charm to hide the contents, and slipped them in his pocket.

Tiredness tugged at his eyes as he tried to catch up on some work. It was not the best thing to be sleeping in the chair by the fire, but he could not bring himself to climb the stairs and lay in the bed next to her. Even when he heard her distressed cries from her dreams and the quiet sobbing into her pillow, he had to resist the urge to go to her. It was for the best. It would be less painful in the end. There was always the chance that she would push him away, and he didn't think he could stand that.

He rubbed a hand over his face. She had not come home at all for the last three nights, and he was fairly sure where she was. Even then, he had not slept in the bed where her scent lingered, where they had lain as lovers.

He would make no judgement or comment. Sebastian was going to lose her, too. Let them have this time. He only hoped they were not so foolish as to get caught and spoil the plans they had made.

....*....

"What about this one?" Daisy asked. She held up a lovely dress in green to MC, her smile hopeful.

MC looked at the dress. It was lovely, of course, but she sighed. Her heart was not in it. This stupid engagement party was two days away now, and she really didn't want to go. It was pointless. Right after, her and Daisy would be leaving, and Ominis would be facing an even greater humiliation because of it. She had made this point to him only yesterday, and they had bickered over it, him not backing down an inch. He insisted it was better this way.

Daisy huffed and tossed the green dress aside, her hands going her to hips. "You have to pick a dress, MC. Time is running out."

MC met her gaze, her nerves evident as she stared at her friend. Daisy gave her a sad look, her eyes darting over towards the door before hurrying to close it, checking the hallway before she did. She came back to MC and took her hands, squeezing them. "It will all be over soon," she said quietly.

MC trembled, her fear not so much about the leaving now, and more about the pain of having to wrench herself away from Sebastian. "I love him, Daisy," she whispered. "I love him and I have to leave him."

"Oh, honey," Daisy said. She pulled MC in for a hug. "I know you do."

She let MC go and reached for her bottle of firewhiskey, pouring them both a glass. She pressed one of those glasses into MC's hands, and she stared down at the potent liquid, the smell of it hitting her nose and making her stomach churn. She gagged and thrust the glass back to Daisy, clamping her hand to her mouth. She barely made it to the chamber pot before she threw up, sweating and shaking as she sat on the floor, pressing her face against the side of the dresser.

Daisy stared at her. "Are you alright?"

MC took shaky breaths and shook her head. Her stomach was still rolling. "I'm just tired and scared, that's all," she said. "I haven't been sleeping much."

Daisy slowly put both glasses down and came to kneel before MC, brushing strands of hair back from her sweaty face. "Look at me, MC," she said. MC lifted her gaze to Daisy's, frowning a little at the concern she saw there. "Tell me the truth now. When was the last time you had a bleed?"

MC huffed at the ridiculous question, her mind quickly counting back over the weeks, and then she went rigid. Her gaze flew to Daisy in horror. "No," she breathed. She shook her head. "I can't be, Ominis takes the potion..."

Daisy quirked an eyebrow, and MC began to really shake, her hands coming to her face. She gulped loudly, ice skidding down her spine as the realisation washed over her that she had not bled in a while. She was late. Ominis took care of the potion side of things. His determination not to have any children made him rather particular about it, and it had been weeks since she had let him touch her in that way. But she had let Sebastian take her more than once.

She covered her face with her hands and moaned in distress. This could not be happening! A child! A baby! She was about to go on the run, her future uncertain, the father of the child getting ready to run the other way. "Oh Gods, Daisy!"

Daisy held her, smoothing a hand over her hair. "Calm down," she soothed. "I know someone. A Healer, she sees to us whores here, and she is discreet. Let's get you checked out to be sure before we start panicking, alright?"

....*....

The water of the River Thames flowed past, never stopping, always moving. MC stared at it, leaning on the stone wall on her elbows, a breeze tugging at her hair. Boats moved up and down the water, life carrying on as though everything was normal while inside of her a storm was raging.

She was pregnant. She carried Sebastian's child within her and she was utterly terrified.

Daisy shifted beside her, wrapping her arms about her self, her own gaze looking out across the water and the smoggy London skyline. "At least now you know for sure," she said. "The Healer is discreet, and the extra gold you gave her will buy her silence too."

"This stays between us," MC said. Daisy looked at her, frowning. "I mean it, Daisy. Nobody can know, especially Sebastian. He won't let us leave if he finds out."

"But, MC, he is the father," she protested quietly. "You can't not tell him! What if you never see him again? He will never know about his own child."

MC tried to swallow that thought down but it got stuck and she felt like she might choke. Her eyes burned but she had to dig deep. "The plan stays the same," she said tightly. "Me and you will leave, and the baby remains our secret."

Daisy huffed and folded her arms even tighter. "I don't like this, MC," she said. "He fucking loves you. You should tell him. I, more than anyone, knows what it is like to have your child grow up without knowing you, and you are denying him that chance to even know it exists! I can't believe you won't tell him."

"And risk his death, your death?" MC said, turning to her. She shook her head. "Two days, Daisy. Two more days and then we will be away from here. We can figure out the rest once we are safely gone."

"How?" Daisy asked. "Even I don't know where we are going. How the hell is Sebastian going to find us? The world is a big place, MC, and we will be alone, and hiding."

MC grit her teeth and looked out across the river. "He never breaks his word, Daisy. He will find us."

MC was clinging to that, clinging to it and praying to whatever God would listen. It was going to be harder than ever to leave him knowing she carried his child, but she had to do it. They had come too far to stop now.

....*....

The day of the party meant the duelling pit was running low on people. The fights arranged were between low ranked beginners while the main hard hitters and those who had invites were absent. Sebastian was making the most of the easy time to get the last parts of his plan into place. While he didn't have an invite to the party, it wouldn't do for the blushing bride to have her lover present at her engagement celebration after all, Sebastian still had his duties to perform for the business.

Slipping out into Knockturn Alley, he made his way to a run-down part, keeping to the shadows as he always did. He did not want to run into an Auror tonight. There was too much at stake. His contact was in their usual spot, and he sidled up beside them. A gnarled hand held out the little bottle, and he took it, opening the stopper to sniff. He winced and recapped it, nodding. He handed over the gold.

"It's a potent one, should last you a couple hours at least." The voice was old, crackly.

Sebastian nodded. "I appreciate your services. You have been most helpful."

It would be the last time they did business, not that they knew it. He nodded and slipped off back into the shadows for his next step in the plan.

There is nothing unusual about what Sebastian did next. He strolled the streets of London, his black robe billowing behind him, entering the businesses owned by Benny Cripps, the crime boss of this area. He made his collections of the takings, as he usually would, and then headed back towards Marvolo's office. Once there, he placed the gold in the safe, making sure that the lackey outside saw him, greeting him and stopping to chat so that he would remember Sebastian performing his duty.

Satisfied so far, he headed back out into London, Disapparating out with a crack to appear outside the little house where MC and Ominis lived. He had one more thing to do before the real plan was put into action.

....*....

MC heard the door and then the murmur of voices downstairs. She stood before the mirror in the black silk gown she had chosen, smoothing her hands over the dress in an attempt to calm her nerves. Not some pretty colour to grace her curves, but funeral black. As morbid as it appeared, she figured it was fitting. Tonight marked the death of one life and the start of another.

Her hand smoothed over the flat plane of her stomach under the corset. She still hadn't wrapped her thoughts around the baby that grew within. It frightened her, but she found that she kept putting her hand there, her thoughts drifting. She wasn't sure she was ready to be a mother. She didn't even know where to start.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the little bag she had enchanted to carry her things, and she took one last look around the bedroom. The bed she had shared with Ominis, the room that had seen her passion, her love, and her nightmares. Her belongings were safely stashed inside the little bag, including the mementoes she held of Sebastian. It was time to go.

Downstairs, Ominis and Sebastian were stood by the fireplace. Ominis looked so handsome in his black dress robes, and Sebastian looked dark and dangerous in his duelling gear and black robe. Her eyes burned into his as she entered, her heart skipping a little as he gazed back at her.

Ominis turned her way a little, wand up. "How does she look, Sebastian?"

Sebastian's gaze travelled slowly over her and she blushed. "Perfect," he said. "You will make quite the striking couple on the dancefloor this evening."

"Thank you," she murmured.

Ominis nodded. "Are we all ready for tonight? Everyone knows what they are supposed to be doing?"

"I am collecting Daisy and meeting you both at 11pm," Sebastian said. He glanced towards her. "Has Marvolo paid you the gold for the duels?"

She nodded and patted her little bag. "All packed and ready to go," she said.

Ominis nodded and gave Sebastian a curious look. "You never did tell us what you were up to," he said. "Do you still not trust us?"

MC, equally curious, eyed Sebastian. He wouldn't tell her either. No matter how naughty she had tried to be to coax it out of him, he had claimed it was safer she didn't know. She had her own secrets in her heart to keep him safe, so she hadn't pressed anymore.

Sebastian smirked, his eyes guarding his secrets. "You'll know in due course once we all meet again," he said. "Trust me, it will help us, and piss Marvolo right off in the meantime."

Ominis frowned. "I do need to remain behind with him, you know," he said. "I hope it's nothing too outrageous."

Sebastian clapped a hand on Ominis shoulder. "You will be fine, old friend," he promised. "Now, might I steal MC for a moment? I need to have a word if that's alright."

A flicker of something crossed Ominis' face, but he nodded and held his hand out. "Of course. I shall wait outside. Don't be too long, though. We must leave within the quarter hour."

MC stood and watched as Ominis left the house, the front door closing behind him, her heart fluttering as Sebastian crossed the room to take her hands in his.

"You look so beautiful," he said. "I'm going to have to tear myself away from you."

"Don't make me cry," she said. Her smile was sad. "And don't you dare say the word goodbye. I cannot bear to hear it from your lips."

Sebastian pressed a kiss to her forehead and took a small box from his pocket. He opened it and took a slender silver chain from it, a charm hanging from it in the shape of a heart.

"I want to give you this," he said. MC eyed the delicate silver as he held it against his palm towards her. "Wear it for me. Never take it off. Whenever you miss me, touch it, and remember me."

A lump formed in her throat as her fingers touched the heart nestled in his palm. "It's beautiful."

He held it up. "May I?"

She nodded and turned so he could dip the chain around her throat, fastening the catch at her neck before turning her to face him again. She picked up the heart, her fingers trembling. He encased her hand and the charm with both of his hands.

"Promise me you will never take it off," he said. "Wear it always, until the day I see you again."

Her heart clenched and she stared up at him, eyes burning. "I promise," she said.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, the truth about the child in her belly clawing at her throat, but she swallowed hard. Her fingers squeezed the little silver heart, his hands warm around hers. "I love you," she said.

He blinked the tears from his own eyes and looked away for a moment before he removed his hands. "Close your eyes," he said.

"What?"

"Just close your eyes and don't open them until I say," he said. He lifted a finger to trail down the side of her face.

She looked up at him, her heart cracking at the thought of goodbye, and then nodded, closing her eyes. She felt his warmth as he leant closer to her, the hot breath on her cheeks as he whispered his love for her. Her breaths were shaky as she felt the soft press of his lips against hers. She savoured the kiss, keeping her eyes closed as his warmth stepped back away from her. She stood there, trembling, her hand clutching the little silver heart, and then she heard the soft click of the door.

Her eyes flew open. He was gone.

....*....

Ominis heard the door for the second time and the click of MC's heels as she came down the steps onto the street. Sebastian had said goodbye and disappeared into the night to do whatever dark deeds he was planning to do. Ominis tried not to think on it too much, he had to get through the rest of this evening with his insufferable family first. He held out his arm to MC, a moment of nostalgia creeping over him as she slid her hand through it.

"Are you ready, MC?" He asked. "It's time for one last dance."

He heard her shaky intake of breath. "I'm ready, Ominis."

With a crack, Ominis Disapparated them out to the party venue.

....*....

Sebastian stood in the shadows and watched as Ominis and MC disappeared. Leaving her in that room had been one of the hardest things he had ever done, and the night was not over yet.

He slipped out his wand and uttered a charm, closing his eyes as a pull, strong and deep, tried to tug him in a particular direction. A smile, slow and satisfied spread across his face.

It had worked.

He opened his eyes and looked in the direction the charm was pulling him towards the part of London where the Gaunt family and their pure blood friends were gathering to celebrate a fake engagement. Pleased, he cut off the charm, and the pull disappeared.

The heart around her neck, the one he had made her promise never to remove, would lead him straight to her. As he had promised, he would never let her slip through his fingers ever again.

Now, he had the rest of his plan to carry out, and this was the most dangerous part. With a crack, he Disapparated and landed close to Marvolo's office. He moved swiftly into a darkened room where he had stashed what he needed, a bag of clothes stolen earlier that day. He slipped a handkerchief from his pocket and lay it out on the table to reveal the soft strands of black hair he acquired the other day during a scuffle in the pit, right from the top of Marvolo's head. He took the small bottle from his pocket that he had purchased earlier and added the hairs to the mixture inside, throwing the potion back before he could change his mind.

Gradually, Sebastian began to shift and change, his body jerking painfully until he stood there as Marvolo Gaunt, a satisfied smirk on his face. Quickly, every moment precious, he changed into Marvolo's clothes and took a deep breath.

It was time to stir the shit and get his pay back.

Making sure to plaster a cold, sardonic smirk on his face first, Sebastian opened the door and stepped out, striding confidently down the corridor as Marvolo.

To be continued.... part 13

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Sweet Like Candy (Yandere! Graves x Female Reader fic.) (Chapter Two)

Authors Notes- Here I m back again with yet another chapter to Sweet Like Candy. Sorry it's been a hot minute. Work as left me drained. But here I am back again. And as you should know I like to mention any trigger warnings in my authors notes. So this chapter will feature stalking, more obsessive behavior. If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part way but I'll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter two. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two.

"Hey, Y/N. You got plans tonight?" Your friend, Gloria spoke. Jerking you from your thoughts as you worked on getting your customer the non-fat latte she asked for.

"Well..." You chewed on the inside of your cheek, racking your brain for anything you needed to do when you got off work. Aside from homework there was nothing you could really think of. "Aside from homework not really, why?"

Gloria turned away from the sink grabbing a piece of paper towel to dry her hands off with. "Well, you've been on edge for the last week or so since you moved into your apartment so I figured since me and the others are going for drinks tonight I'd invite you. You look like you can use a couple."

Gloria had a point. It had been weeks since you first started feeling like you were being watched at your home, and thankfully that feeling seemed to go away once you bought some curtains for your windows. Which helped you a lot. And you thought that would be the end of it. But lately it seemed like now there were times you were being watched outside of your apartment. You constantly told yourself that you were being paranoid, but that only did so much. Could someone be watching you? And why?

"Y/N?" Gloria called out, jerking your from your thoughts, an eyebrow arched as she waited for your answer. Perhaps a night out with friends would help you relax.

"Sure," you said, with a shrug of your shoulder, as you handed your customer her drink. "I could use a break."

Gloria smiled before turning to address the next customer. While you looked around the store, seeing that things were rather slow, looking to Gloria once more before telling her that you were taking your break. Gloria nodded before you took off your apron and headed for the backroom. Heading to your locker you pulled out your text book and water bottle before plopping down into one of the chairs.

Heaving a sigh you opened you textbook and tried your best to focus on the stuff before you. You had a test coming up in a few days and you really needed to focus...Easier said than done as your phone chimed catching your attention. Looking to where your phone sat you picked it up. Seeing that it was a text from Gloria.

It Read: "Hey girl, that hot older guy is back."

As you read that you feel your cheeks flush. Knowing that the hot older guy she was referring to was the older man who seemed to constantly come here, and while you told yourself countless times that he was only here for the coffee, and to have a quiet place to read through his files in peace. But there was a little sliver of hope forming in your chest whenever he stepped through the doors that he came to see you. You knew it was silly you knew there was no way a guy like him would ever being interested in you.

Getting up from your seat you peeked out the door. Your heart fluttering as you saw the man walk up the counter. Your cheeks heating up as he did so, you watched as he looked around the small cafe, blue eyes obscured by sunglasses only a few a moment before he took them off and tucked them into his shirt pocket, as he ordered his usual a black coffee with two sugars. Typical as you watched him take his usual seat you wondered if he ever ordered any thing else? How could he stomach that stuff? You grimaced Gloria often brewed the coffee in the mornings or whenever she could, and her coffee tended to be rather strong.

Strong enough to keep you and anyone else wired for days, perhaps that was why the man, whose name you never got, not because you didn't care it was just that whenever he came into the cafe you turned into a shy giggling school girl who would blush and giggle every time he spoke. Or when he smiled at you and called you such names such as Sugar, Honey, and Darlin' Sure, if it was anyone else you would have rolled your eyes and offered the faintest of smiles as you worked on their orders but he seemed... Oh, you couldn't put your finger on it but he was just so...hot!

Your phone pinged again. Ducking back into the breakroom you looked down at your phone. Another text from Gloria, how she could test and work without anyone knowing what she was doing was beyond you.

"Would you quit lurking in the shadows?" It read. "It's creepy. Also your break is over and the next wave of hipsters is coming in."

You sighed. Breaks never lasted long. And you hadn't gotten any studying done. Giving your head a shake you placed your belongings back in your locker before heading back out. And was greeted by the stranger. His eyes immediately fixing on you, a bright smile on his handsome face. You heart fluttering again before you turned you attention to the never-ending line of hipsters and busy business men alike. All the while the mans eyes never left yours as he sipped his coffee.

***

There you were! Graves felt his heart skip a beat as you stepped out of what he could only guess was the breakroom a bright smile on your beautiful face. Good. He had hoped he would have a chance to see you as he sipped coffee and tried to looked scanning through various files. And sure, he really should be working but like every other time he had come here he found his eyes glued on you. Watching as you dealt with customers with a bright smile and a warm greeting before telling them to have a wonderful as you handed them their drinks.

Or that was how it was before some shmuck barged in front of everyone else, ignoring the protests of other patrons as he slammed his drink down, anger etched on his face as he glared at you. Files forgotten as he watched as his asshole berate you on how you had messed u[p his drink. How, apparently you had added milk to his drink, how he was lactose intolerant, and how you were clear to stupid to do your job properly. And there you were trying you very best to placate him, to offer him a free drink for your mistake.

Though that didn't seem to help as the man continued to shout and swear at you. Graves rolled his eyes, placing his coffee and his files down as he got to his feet. Was a messed up drink really worth all of this bullshit?! He just couldn't understand people as he moved to confront the man. Only to stop and watch as you slammed both hands down on the counter, gone was the warm smile and instead you glared at the man with narrowed eyes.

Graves watched in awe as you ripped this guy a new one, a smile forming on his lips as he watched him limp away with his tail between his legs as you heaved a sigh. Shoulders slump, a wave of pity washing through Graves as you moved away from the counter, pity soon turned to anger. You shouldn't have to deal with that, with people who think that they had a right to treat to like that? And if it wasn't assholes who treated you like dogshit it was the creeps. Assholes who thought that just because your job required you to be nice most of the time that it gave them the right to be creeps.

You deserved better. Better than this. Sure, he liked this cute little cafe you worked. But he knew you no doubt made peanuts, barely enough to make rent and keep yourself fed as well. He would know. When he followed you to the little grocery store where you shopped frequently, saw you pass on some of the things you wanted and needed. No doubt trying to budget, you shouldn't have to to that, you shouldn't have to worry about making your rent, or school payments, or being able to feed yourself, or clothe yourself. How Graves wanted to take all those worries from you and he spent all his time watching you, following you, obsessing over you. Watching as you went about your day.

Did you even know he was there? Do you ever catch him watching you? What would you think if he did? Would you think him creepy? Would you still smile at him the way you did if you knew how often he watched you? God, Graves shook his head as he sat back down, files and coffee long forgotten as he gathered up his belongings. He didn't know when things between you two had changed but Graves found himself growing more and more obsessed with you. And if he was being honest? He couldn't bring himself to care. Graves knew it wouldn't, couldn't stop even if he tried. And if he was being honest? He was certain the only way he was going to stop was when you were his.

***

Today. Was. Insane. You huffed a tired sigh as you plopped down in a chair as your shift came to an end. Exhaustion gripped you as you left your head fall back, eyes falling closed. Today had been never-ending one customer after another until closing time.

"You okay?" Gloria asked.

Yawning you nodded.

"You still up for drinks?" Gloria asked.

"Yeah, after today I really could use a drink." You told her, as you reluctantly got up and moved to your locker, gathering your things. "I just need to stop at home, need to get out of these clothes." You told her.

"Want me to give you a ride?" Gloria asked. "The bar we're going to is past your apartment anyways."

Nodding you gather your stuff and follow Gloria out of the breakroom, and out of the cafe, turning off the lights as you did so before making sure the door was locked as well. Before heading towards Gloria's car, casting a look over your shoulder, eyes scanning the darkened parking lot. What were you looking for? Giving your head a shake you shoved that thought from your head and got into the car, stifling another yawn as Gloria pulled out of the parking lot. A drink or ever several would certainly help.

***

Now where were you going? Graves thought, as he sat in his truck in his usual spot outside your apartment as you stepped out of a car. Was it the car of your coworker? Graves arched an eyebrow as he watched you disappear into your apartment, and while he had been upset when you had purchased some curtains, obscuring you from view he had found away past that. Hence why he was lurking outside your apartment he had the perfect thing to help him keep and eye on you. Something far better than lurking outside your apartment hoping to catch a glimpse of you in your apartment, oblivious to him as you would pace around your apartment in your fluffy pink towel wrapped around yourself.

Graves chuckled as he peered up at your window, catching a glimpse of your silhouette as you moved around your apartment. Were you and your friend going out? If that was the case then this was perfect timing on his part. Watching as you stepped out of your apartment wearing a black dress that to him seemed just a tad too short for someone like you, along with the heels that seemed a little too thin. Just where were you two going? And were you wearing make up?! Graves' eyes narrowed as he looked you over. And as he did he felt anger stirring in his belly. Where did you think you were going?

Graves growled, his grip tightening on his steering wheel as you climbed into your friends car, watching as the car pulled away. Wasting no time he climbed out of his car and headed towards your apartment. Looking over his shoulder he disappeared into the building, and headed to your room and made quick work on the lock before stepping into your apartment. And the moment he did he instantly fell his anger dissipate as his scanned your apartment.

Noting the plain white walls, and the pale pink curtains hanging in your windows. To the pictures hanging on the walls of you and your friends and family. Some of them featuring you with a small Boston terrier dog hugged tightly to your chest, a wide, loving smile on your face. Graves heart fluttered as he continued to look at them, his smile faltering as he saw more pictures of that same dog, though this one seemed to be a memorial to said dog. Shame. You seemed to really love the little pooch. Continuing to look at the pictures he saw one he liked one of you in nothing but a bikini smiling at whoever was taking the picture. You didn't have a boyfriend, did you? If not well Graves couldn't have that he if that was the case he would do everything to make them disappear for good. Biting down on his bottom lip he slipped the picture from the frame and tucked it into his pocket for his viewing pleasure later.

Turning away from the pictures he continued to look around your apartment. Taking in the worn couch you obviously bought second hand at some place, to the small TV leaning against the wall, to the shelves of various sizes leaning against the wall next to the couch, filled with both textbooks for your classes and...oh my... Graves smirked as he pulled one of the smutty romance novels from the closest shelf. Obviously you liked the steamy stuff. Graves flipped through the dog-eared pages, before placing it back on the shelf. He was wasting time he had come here for a purpose, but he couldn't help but be charmed by your little hovel of an apartment.

It was you. But he could give you more. He could give you the world if you wanted. Sure, you didn't know he existed aside from his constant visits to the cafe you worked at. You would one day, one day you would be his. Nodding to himself he stepped into your bedroom, and smiled as he looked around the small room, seeing the bed with light pink covers and pillows. Obviously pink was your favorite color if he had to guess simply by seeing your curtains, bedding, towel that lay discarded on your floor by your bed. And....oh hello it would seem it wasn't the only thing you own that was pink, as sitting on the nightstand by your bed lay a cute pink vibrator.

Looks like you didn't have anyone to take care of your needs, good it would mean when you were finally his he would be able to take care of you. But he was getting out of hand, he was here for a purpose and while he knew you would probably be out for a while be knew he shouldn't stay longer than need be. Placing the bag he had brought with him he pulled out a small, nearly invisible camera, one of several he had purchased when he had planned this. Biting down on his bottom lip he placed it on the wall where he knew he would be able to see everything you did in your bedroom. Once he was satisfied with where he placed that one he moved back to your living room, placing a camera in there before finally moving to your bathroom, flipping on the light he looked around it, before placing a camera in your shower.

Satisfied with his work Graves moved towards your front door, but stopped...He wasn't ready to leave, at least not yet, not without a little souvenir. Moving to your bedroom once more he looked to where your clothes hamper was, opening it he dug into the pile of dirty laundry until he pulled out a pair of lace panties in a powder blue. Quickly stuffing them into his back pocket he headed for your door, and down to his truck. It was time he headed home...

***

Authors Notes-Sorry this chapter seems rather long-winded and rambly. But I hope you enjoyed it. And things will get a bit more steamier in the last chapter.

PS. Also sorry for any mistakes you might find in this chapter. Like I said work has me burnt out.

[faofinn]

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

Harrison hadn't moved from Tai's sofa all weekend. They'd been out together on the Friday, a date night quickly turning into a weekend. They'd gotten more than a little tipsy, falling into bed together when they got home. 

Of course they both felt rather worse for wear the morning after, but they curled into each other and pulled the duvet over their heads to block out the world. By the afternoon, the worst of the hangover had faded, but Harrison was left with a scratchy throat and sniffles he couldn't stop. His body ached too, but he'd brushed that off being active the night before. Tai made a late lunch for them, just snacky food from the fridge, things to pick at.

Tai had been looking forwards to the food, settled on the sofa next to Hars, but the other man had been quiet, and he had to admit he was worried. He’d hardly touched the food, unlike him, and he frowned. 

“You still hungover?” He asked softly. 

"Mm?" Harrison raised his head, trying to focus on Tai. Everything was fuzzy and thick, and just not right. "Oh, probably, yeah."

“I feel you. Not as young as I used to be. Can’t remember how I used to drink as much as I did at Uni.” 

"Yeah, I didn't think I'd had that much, though."

“More time on the sofa required, then. We can order in tonight.”

"Oh, sure, yeah." Harrison blushed. "I'd like that."

“Me too.”

"Thought I was gonna be home alone tonight again."

“Mm, no. I’m selfish, I want to keep you here.”

"I'm not gonna argue at that." Harrison grinned, though quickly turned away to sneeze. "Ugh. Sorry."

“You alright?”

"Came out of nowhere."

“I should probably dust or something.”

"It's not your place. Just a random one."

“Mm, okay.”

"What are you fancying for tea?" He asked, stretching for a snack. 

“Not sure. Chinese?”

"Mm, yeah."

“We’ll get that, then.”

"Maybe not any beer, not tonight."

Tai groaned. “God no.”

"You're not meant to get hungover if you stay drunk."

“I’m pretty certain that doesn’t work, but you’re the doctor.”

"It does, for a while." Tai didn't need to know the real reason he knew that. 

“Just delaying the inevitable.”

He hummed. "Maybe, yeah."

“No beer tonight, I think I’ll die.”

"I definitely will."

“No dying.”

"So no beer."

“No beer, just greasy food.”

Harrison made a noise in agreement. "Lemon chicken, some chicken and sweetcorn soup, ooh, some proper fried rice? Ah, prawn crackers!"

“Oh, that’s settled then.”

"Mhmm, definitely." He snuggled into Tai's side, suddenly exhausted. 

“You going to nap?”

He shook his head. "No, just comfortable. I like lying in your lap."

“You’re like a cat.” He teased. 

"Where do you think I got it from?" He grinned, rolling onto his back.

“Cute like that. Do you want belly rubs?” 

"I'm not an actual cat." He protested, but didn't complain. 

Tai settled for running his hand through his hair. “You sure about that?”

He couldn't help the sigh in contentment. "Mhmm, sure."

“You’re practically purring.”

Hars cracked an eye open, deliberately purring at Tai. "How's that?"

Tai couldn’t help but laugh. “Weirdo.”

Harrison broke off to cough, though quickly grinned. "Hey, you started it."

His cough didn’t sound great, but Tai didn’t push it. He was probably just run down on top of the hangover. “That’s true.”

"It is nice, though." Harrison admitted, not meeting his gaze.

“I won’t stop, then.”

"Thank you."

“You’re nice and warm in my lap.”

"Really? I'm kinda cold." He admitted. 

“There’s a blanket on the back of the sofa.” Tai said, reaching to pull it down. “Here.”

"Won't you get too warm?"

“I’ll be okay.” 

Harrison made a quiet noise, but stretched to grab the blanket. 

Tai helped, spreading it out over him gently. “There. Better?”

He didn't think it was possible, but he fell further in love with him. He settled down, a smile on his face. "Thank you."

“Should we put a film on?”

"Mm, yeah."

Tai scrolled through idly, eventually finding something to put on. It wasn’t exactly thrilling, but it was some background noise for the pair of them to relax to. 

Harrison dozed on Tai's lap, occasionally making a comment at the film. There was something intimate about just existing with each other, and Harrison didn't want to break the spell. 

They spent most of the day there, watching shit films and dozing off the hangover. It felt tantalisingly perfect, like it was always supposed to be like that. They ordered their food that evening, and ate it laughing, the worst of Tai’s hangover gone. 

Still, they headed to be early, Tai unwilling to let Hars leave. He knew he should, but the other man wasn’t exactly complaining, and like this he could pretend things would always be like this. 

Harrison happily joined Tai in bed, curling around the other man. He still felt a bit rough, but Tai seemed to fix everything. With his head on his shoulder and his arm draped across his chest, he could almost imagine it was forever.

Tai fell asleep quite quickly, comfortable with Harrison and still tired despite the sleep he’d had during the day. He hoped Harrison would feel better soon, worried about him. 

Harrison woke in the early hours, rolling over to go to the toilet. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, waiting for his head to clear. His nose was blocked, and his throat was beyond dry. It took him a moment to realise he was ill, not just hungover, and his heart sank. He shoved his leg on, padding to the bathroom.

Sat on the toilet, he made up his mind. It wasn't fair on Tai for Harrison to get him sick, so that meant no sleeping in his bed. He hauled himself to his feet, washed his hands and then made his way to the living room, curling up on the sofa there. 

Tai had woken when Harrison had, though once he’d gone to the toilet he’d dozed off again. When he didn’t come back, though, he didn’t understand, the bed empty. 

He found him curled on the living room sofa, and still didn’t quite understand what was going on. “Hars?”

He startled awake, half sitting up in confusion. "Oh. Tai."

“Hey. Why are you on the sofa?”

He lay back down, coughing into his arm. "Think I've got a cold."

“And? Come back to bed, this isn’t comfortable.”

"I'm not getting you sick." He shook his head.

“Don’t be daft, c’mon. Come back to bed.”

"No, I'm serious." He sniffed. "I'm fine here."

“So am I. You can’t be comfortable here, you’ll sleep better in bed.”

"I'm comfy enough. And not getting you sick here."

“I think if you were going to get me sick it’s probably already happened, don’t think sharing the bed is going to make much of a difference.”

His face fell. "I know."

“Don’t worry about it, come on.”

He sighed, but didn’t sit up or make any attempt to move. "No, I'm okay here."

“I miss you in bed.” 

"I miss it, too." 

“So come back to bed.”

"I can't."

“You can, come on.”

"Tai." He whined. 

Tai reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “Come on, you’ll feel better for it.”

He sniffed again. "But I'm sick. I need to go home so you don't get sick."

“I don’t mind. You can stay, then I can look after you.”

Harrison couldn't help the pang of want, to just snuggle up with Tai and be looked after. His shoulders slumped in defeat. "You won't get mad if I get you sick?"

“I won’t get mad. Promise.”

He sat up slowly, reaching for his leg. "Promise Promise?"

“Promise promise.”

With his leg back on, Harrison took Tai's hand, pulling himself up. "I'm sorry."

“It’s okay.” Tai reassured. “Do you want some paracetamol or something?”

"If you've got some." He admitted quietly. 

“Yeah, of course. Go to bed, I’ll get some.”

Harrison murmured his thanks, meekly heading back to bed. There, he happily curled under the covers, wrapping himself up in Tai's scent. 

Tai left him to it, digging around in the bedroom cupboards to find the paracetamol. He only had two tablets left, shit. He’d have to go and buy some more in the morning, but they’d do for now. He brought them to Harrison with a glass of water, melting at how sweet he looked under the duvet. 

“Got your paracetamol.”

Harrison rubbed his face, taking a second to catch up. He must have dozed while he waited for Tai, but he didn’t remember. He sat up, gratefully reaching for the water. 

"Thank you."

“You’re welcome.”

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, swallowing the paracetamol. "I can go home when it's light out."

“You don’t have to.”

"Yeah, then you don't have to put up with me."

“I like having you around.”

"Not when I'm sick." He mumbled. "You'll hate me."

“I couldn’t hate you.”

He managed a smile. "You say that now."

“It’s true.”

"Are you sure I'm alright to stay in the bed?" He asked, making no move to leave. 

“Of course you are.”

Harrison let Tai lie back down, gingerly curling into his side. "'m sorry."

“What for?” Tai asked, running his fingers through Harrison’s hair. 

His response was lost to a contented sigh, Harrison stretching out as Tai played with his hair. 

They fell asleep again soon enough, Tai relieved to have Harrison back with him. 

When Harrison woke properly, he felt absolutely rotten. He shivered, though knew he had a temperature, and his nose just wouldn't stop running. He must have been coughing all night; his throat was dry and scratchy, his voice nonexistent as he tried to say good morning to Tai. The paracetamol must have been wearing off, but Tai didn’t have any more. Which meant, as much as he didn't really want to move, he needed to go home. He managed to get Tai up and in the car, surprised that his boyfriend had been so agreeable to drive him home.

The only reason Tai had agreed to drive was to get Harrison into the car and stop him being so daft as to try and go home. He needed to get more meds, so he might as well take Harrison with him. They’d stop off at the supermarket and get some snacks and bits for him, too.

It wasn't until they were almost there that Harrison seemed to realise it wasn't the route home, and he turned to Tai with a frown. "You said home."

“The only place we’re going is the pharmacy.”

"You're kidnapping me."

“I wouldn’t say kidnapping.”

"I would." He stretched his hand out for Tai's.

“I’m just gonna buy some more paracetamol, and then we can go back to mine.”

Harrison considered it for a moment, weighing up the argument. "Mm, okay.”