#sorry not sorry the angst in this damn play is delicious

[cleverclove-arts]

Too much water hast thou, poor Ophelia. But yet…let shame say what it will.

[Image ID: A digital art piece of the character Laertes from Hamlet. He is depicted as a tan man with curly dark brown hair pulled into a bun, as well as a mustache. Laertes is posed in a kneeling position, one hand laid on his knee and the other covering his face. A tear streams down his cheek. /End ID.]

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ���

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | 💜 (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers  // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜 

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️  Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer. 

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else. 

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

[qnomnstrs]

Heian Era! Sukuna x Concubine! Reader The Only Way is Down Part 2

Part 1 is here :

This one will have more fluff and angst. Please Enjoy! This one might be a bit more OC and Sukunas end. This part was harder to write for me. Im not going to make a part 3 as I want to continue writing new ones! That way I can also bust more fics out.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut 18+, Trueform! Sukuna, plot with porn, dacryphillia, cunnilingus, f receiving oral, stomach mouth, hand mouth, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, twin cocks, cum play, angst, fluff, sex, Heian Era Pregnancy advice, masturbation, bath sex, semi public sex

Word Count: 3.5K

Sukuna speaking is in red

y/n speaking is in green

Doctor speaking in purple

Hana Speaking in blue

Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. You were supposed to live happily under the protection of Sukuna. The want to socialize with other concubines, eat delicious food, and be pampered. Sure, the occasional back breaking sex that left you bedridden for a week, but still a life of ease. The point was to stay a mid-ranking consort, to stay out of the drama and out of the way of Sukuna. Now you are staying in his palace, with his child in your belly.

“Thank you doctor for everything”

“Youre welcome. Sorry we can’t do more right now for you. The nausea will subside with this new herbal tea I prescribed. For now, we are just making sure you stay healthy for the baby. Try not to get too stressed and eat whatever you are craving. These cravings are natural and mean you are lacking something that your body needs.”

“Yes of course. Um well- I also wanted to know, well-“ You stopped yourself. It wasn’t normal for you to be embarrassed about these sort of things. You took a breath and continued. “But what about sexual needs? I’m not sure what his Lord intends but are we allowed to be intimate? Can I pleasure myself?”

The doctor coughed in embarrassment, “Yes of course as long as it isn’t rough or you aren’t in any pain. Again, any cravings you have should be given in to, food or not.”

You sat upright in your bed with a blanket on your lap. You were currently 3 months pregnant. You didn’t have a pregnant belly yet, but your abdomen was sensitive and bloated. The nausea was bad, and so were your cravings. Your craving for Sukuna that is. You were horny all the time. If the doctor said it way okay then sex is game. Your damn hormones are running wild.

“My lady I’ll brew you this new herbal tea right away”

“Thank you Hana I would appreciate it”

The one thing that isn’t rapidly changing is Hana. You were thankful with the new title that you were allowed to keep Hana as a handmaiden. Now however, you have so my attendants for everything. There were more hand maidens to help you dress, etc. You had chefs as well. Your new room was overly spacious; a huge bed that could hold three Sukuna’s at once. Your new bedroom wasn’t nearly as big as Sukuma’s. You now stayed in the main palace but still separate from Sukuna. It was more common to see Sukuna in the halls. Your room had a partition, vanity, and sitting room. The wardrobe was immaculate. You had all your old robes and dresses along with newer and flashier ones. Sukuna made it his top priority that his new and first wife looks the part. You sighed at the thought. This was all too much. You haven’t seen any of the other concubines in a while. It was probably best not to. They would all treat you differently and perhaps harm you. Who on earth would be stupid enough to do that? Who knows but its easy to make it look like you lost the baby on accident. Even so, you felt so alone. Your attitude was dull and bland. This was very noticeable to everyone around you. It was also noted how often you speak with staff to keep your mood up. You hiccupped feeling some acid pool in your mouth at the stress.

Right on time, Hana brought back the tea and poured it for you.

“Thank you Hana I hope this will work.”

You drank the tea and decided to get more rest as the stress and nausea ate away at you.

“Thank you Hana I think I will rest some”

She nodded and everyone left your quarters. You had ulterior motives. Maybe some of this stress could be relieved. You couldn’t stop thinking about Sukuna. He was so arrogant, boastful and strong. You loved his pink hair, tattoos, muscular figure, and his smell. He smelt like a campfire all the time; smokey, woodsy. His whole personality was a hot burning desire that fueled you. Ever since that night you’ve felt differently about him. He pleased you in ways never before. You think he ruined you for any other man. You rubbed your belly, thinking about how he made this baby with you. You bit your lip and began rubbing yourself. You rolled to the side, pretending Sukuna was lying next to you. You imagine it was him rubbing your clit. He would use one arm to prop up his head and have that shit eating grin plastered on his face.  You imagine the rest of his hands all over you, rubbing your sensitive breasts and your belly.

You immediately stopped yourself. Tears brimmed in your eyes. You just wanted to be able to cuddle Sukuna, kiss him. It was hard knowing that he didn’t love you. You never thought you’d have a baby in such a loveless commitment. He hasn’t visited you once since he told you about the pregnancy. You knew he was seeing other concubines, why wouldn’t he be. You were ready to have Hana cuddle you for support. With thoughts racing, you weren’t going to sleep now or finish.

“Hana I’d like to take a bath.”

“yes of course my lady”

Hana and a few others escorted you to the bath house. You were allowed to share Sukuma’s bath house. This bath house was huge. The doors were decorated with jade and marble. When opened only one underground bath was present. It was more like a pool. Bamboo shoots were on each side pouring in fresh hot water. On the outside of the bath house, many workers heated the pool with fires. Fragrant oil was poured into the bath. Hana undressed you and you were rinsed clean before entering the bath. A deep sigh of relief escaped your lips. The bath helped your aching body adjust. You put your head under and resurfaced at the other end. Your attendants stood with towels waiting for you to finish. The birds could be heard chirping outside. It was a beautiful morning. Finally, some peace and quiet. You have been busy with many vendors and doctors.

A big banquet was supposed to be held for you and your baby. Sukuna wasn’t afraid to announce it. He felt secure with your protection. Everyone has been running around in preparation. Vendors came to visit to help decorate and prepare. Many dresses were made to find one to your liking. The stress was starting to pool up again. You tried thinking of something else when You heard some ruckus outside the bath.

“I apologize my lord Lady y/n is currently inside the bath. We can have it ready for you momentarily.”

“No need I shall join her”

The doors were open, and Sukuna appeared in a loose robe, his chest exposed. He smirked at your small form in the huge bath. You blushed remembering your earlier thoughts. You missed his presence.

“My lord to what do I owe the pleasure of your attendance.” You tried to act calm and uninterested. You didn’t want to rely on him for happiness and comfort.

“I came to check on your condition, but you were not in your quarters. Th doctor informed me of the morning sickness.”

“yes, everything is in order, the tea prescribed should help.”

You sulked further into the bath. Every conversation you have with him is so formal. It was never an issue before. In fact, you tried to walk on eggshells before. Now it was only a matter of time before your de ranked, why bother. After this baby is there any use for you as a wife. Your distracted and disheveled appearance didn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna. His lower set of eyes squinted at your behavior.

Sukuna dropped his robes and entered the bath. You quickly look at his cocks, biting your lip. Damn these hormones.

“The doctor also informed me your mood has seemed to dampen as of late. Has your service have not been adequate?”

He continued to walk closer to you. His chest was still out of the water while you have to sit on the bench in the water, to keep your shoulders above water.

“I apologize for concerning you, my lord. The doctor is just referring to my sickness. I haven’t been able to move around a lot or attend any tea parties with the other concubines”

Sukuna was now towering over you, all four eyes focusing on you. He had a scowl on his face. Like he didn’t believe a god damn word you said.

“After the announcement at the banquet you may do as you please. For now, I want you to stay in my palace and focus on your health.”

You nodded looking down into the water. He takes your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes up. You looked at his face turning red at the proximity. He moves in closer, lips almost touching yours.

“Are you sure the isn’t anything else?”

“There is not”

“When did you become so bold to lie so blatantly to your king?’

“What are you referring to exactly? I have done no such thing.”

“Perhaps but you do not speak the whole truth. You forget your servants are mine first. Your doctor informed me of your sexually driven questions. Your dear lady-in-waiting informed me of your late-night fantasies. You call out my name as you pleasure yourself. I did not realize you missed your king so much.”

You tensed up, tears of embarrassment welling up. You couldn’t believe you have been exposed like this. Sukuna tilts your head and licks your tears.

“I apologize my dear wife y/n. I have been away too long. I only wanted to ease your stress with these big changes. I was thinking of my heir and not my wife. You have me now. Now what do you want with me? What do you desire of your king? Your husband?”

He rubs your belly with one of his hands. It’s the first time he has touched you so lovingly. Sukuna was very excited for this baby. You forgot how important your baby was and how dedicated your husband was to this child. Your tears could no longer be contained. They flowed freely. You tried to stay silent, but hiccups and whines escaped your lips. At the end of the day, the strongest and most powerful was the father of your child. You were so worried about you; it didn’t occur to you that your baby would always be in a position of power and strength. It made you a little jealous.

Sukuna tensed, he wasn’t expecting you to start crying, he assumed you wanted sex, but clearly there was something else. This was hard for him. It was your pregnancy making you so vulnerable, he was aware. He didn’t like this one bit. He always enjoyed your cunning sharp wit. You were not easily scared or hurt by Sukuna. That’s what made you catch his eye. It’s what made him want to ruin you. He wanted to watch you change expressions in embarrassment, in pleasure. These tears weren’t the ones he desired. He wanted tears of pleasure. He held you in his arms and rubbed your back. It was all he could do.

“Once you are calmed I give you permission to speak freely, no matter what. Do not hold back; to keep peace with me, I want to know what troubles you.”

You continued to cry now sobbing loudly, almost in pain. It was all too much. You finally got some relief, to be held by Sukuna. You were also afraid of what’s to come. Once you finally calmed you began.

“I’m sorry I can’t stop, and I’m so upset I feel so vulnerable and weak. But I can’t stop cr-“ You began again to cry.

Sukuna laughed at your unstable mood. “Hush now y/n I want to know what troubles you”

You frowned, not thinking it was funny. You took a deep breath and just began

“I know my Lord that I am expendable. I know I can’t be in this position forever. I am grateful for my child, and I am grateful they will be your heir. But I- I am afraid. I know you will have more wives and more heirs. I just want to be loved too. I understand I am a concubine first; I recognize what we have isn’t love. I just can’t control my feelings. I want to be held by you. I want to be kissed by you- to be around you..”

You stopped yourself from rambling on further. You didn’t dare look at the expression on his face. Your buried yourself onto his shoulder.

“Your right I do not love you y/n. I cannot pretend or lie to you. But you are no longer a concubine, you are a wife. You will never question your position again. You will never be demoted. You will live the rest of your days in ease. I can assure you that. I live way longer than humans. I feel desire and passion. I desire bedside company, I desire intimate passion, I desire strength and power. I have obtained my true love of total control. But now my newest desire is my child within you. I did not know if it was possible and now, I know. I have lived a long life and yet YOU are my first wife. YOU are the first to carry my child. This experience is one I have never had. YOU are my first. I wouldn’t want any other to be my first. You will be a great wife and mother. I eat humans, bathe in the blood of my enemies and yet here I am holding my fragile little wife y/n because I’m not being a good husband. I assure you even if I do not love you I want to fulfill everything you desire.”

You looked into his eyes searching. You found him calm, emotionless, but truthful. This is what you needed to hear. You knew he didn’t love you, you only loved him simply because of your hormones. This was an arrangement but the best one to come out of living here. There was no way down anymore. You were filled with so much happiness you jumped up and kissed Sukuna, without permission. He reciprocated and deepened the kiss. He held you and kneaded your ass. His large hands enveloped your whole body. You forgot you were naked against him. His hardening cocks were sandwiched between your stomach and his. Your breasts were against his stomach as well. Only your head reached his chest, he had to bend his head for the kiss.  Sukuna pulled his lips from yours. As he pulled away, he nipped your lips.

“Ill ask you again my dear wife y/n. You have me now what do you want with me?”

Your body felt hot. You could smell that sexy campfire aroma on him you couldn’t take it. He was asking you what you wanted from him. And you wanted to take everything you could.

“I want you to hold me, kiss me, and fuck me.”

Sukuna laughed with a wild look in his eyes. He held you against his waist. You put your hands on his chest. He kissed you again. You deepened the kiss by opening your mouth. His tongue intertwined with yours. He rubbed his cocks against your stomach. Slowly the mouth and his stomach opened. He began to lick your sensitive pussy. You yelped looking down. You have never seen or heard of his stomach mouth.

“Fuck you taste so fucking good. Never seen that before huh? I can kiss my wife, hold her, and fuck her at the same time like she wanted.”

He smirked and pecked your lips. You whined in the kiss. He continued sharing slow passionate kisses together. His large tongue licked around your opening. Your entrance was fluttering as you have been waiting three months for this. His large slimy tongue entered you. God, it felt so fucking good. It went up up up- as far as his cocks would go. He swirled it in a circular motion tasting every inch of your insides. You clenched on him, digging your fingers into his arms. You thrusted a bit so the bottom of his tongue rubbed your clit as well. Sukuna allowed you to fuck yourself on his large tongue. God the sexy husband of yours got some bonus points today.

“I never hah-used this tongue on anyone before. Should I save this trick as the special wife only treatment?”

You bit your lip, “Yes please only I want to sit on this. Use it only for me”

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you were overcome with pleasure. His tongue searched for your sensitive spot. Once he found it. He kept abusing it. You thrusted with the tongue. God it’s been so long that you couldn’t sit still. A big whine escaped you once again. Your whole body was sensitive. Sukuna took this chance to put his hands on your breasts. More mouths appeared on his hands. He began roughly sucking your sore nipples. His other two hands still held onto you for dear life.

“Sukuna I- its too much ah-! Haaah my lord please”

“Its husband to you. What to do want my little wife?”

You weren’t sure what you wanted. It was too much on your sore body. You whined rubbing against his cocks as well. You threw your hands down and started rubbing his cocks. Your hands couldn’t fit around the whole shaft, but you tried anyways. You gripped them so roughly and rubbed vigorously.

“Shit- damn you trying to choke my cocks?” He didn’t want to admit how sensitive that made him. You continued your assault as your rode on his tongue.

“This baby has made you to be quite the vixen. Im going to have to keep puttinga child in you if this is how sex is going to be”

You were definitely bolder today.

“Please I’m so close.”

“Cum then”

Sukuna was aroused by your state. Your face was flush, your eyes watery, and your hips shaking. Not to mention how good your pussy tasted. Fuck he was going to come to, from just your hands. Who knew his cute pregnant wife could do this to him.

You screamed out in ecstasy and finally came. Your toes curled and your body spasmed. You cried out again as your orgasm was slow yet violent. Sukuna came undone as well both cocks cumming in your hands. He grunted, hot cum covering your hands, chest and even some on your face. There was so much cum. Now you know why you got pregnant. You lifted your hands and licked the cum off. Sukuna watched you.

“Dammit you-fuck I’m hard again.”

You laughed and looked down to see he was indeed hard again.

“My dear husband I think I have a new craving, and you told me I could ask anything from you.”

“Name it y/n and it is yours.”

“Your cum”

[shuahoonie]

when you love someone | choi seungcheol

pairing: non-idol!seungcheol (svt) x female!reader

notes: angst, eventual fluff— maybe, exes to friends to lovers (?), slow burn, meddling friends, swearing, alcohol consumption. loosely based on the song 그렇더라고요 (when you love someone) by DAY6

word count: 4.3k

summary: some seek love and have the pleasure of keeping it, some never find it, and some aren't meant to find it. you and cheol are determined to discover whether love still exists beyond your old love letters.

part of the to x, with love mini series

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jun was always curious as to how you've managed to just sit there and laugh at chan’s comment when you're in the same room as seungcheol, let alone show up at seungcheol and jeonghan’s quaint cafe.

he knew better than to pry you for questions, of course, but knowing how deep your relationship ran with cheol, it was astounding to see you light on your feet.

“junnie,” you nudged jun who was sitting right next to you, evidently staring at you. “is there something wrong?” you asked quietly, careful not to attract any attention. most of the attention were on seungkwan and chan anyway as they were busy bantering about a prolonged birthday gift.

jun snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head no, a sheepish smile forming in face. “sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” he apologized, scratching the back of his head.

“it’s all good,” you laughed softly. “sorry, i must’ve been talking a lot, huh? it’s just—” you sighed “it’s been a while since i saw you guys.”

“no, no,” jun was quick to dispute whatever it is that you were thinking. “it’s nothing, ynnie. don’t worry about it.” he smiled. “it’s just nice having you here.”

“it’s nice being here too,” you said half-heartedly, while stealing a quick glance at cheol, who was already looking at you from across the room.

a couple of days before you showed up at the café, you received a text from soonyoung, asking forcing you to attend this exclusive get-together.

the heads up was nice and it was sweet that they miss you because you miss them too— you were all friends first, of course.

“haohao,” you called your friend who was busy cooking in your kitchen. minghao was the only friend from the group who still hung out with you regularly— mainly because you two don’t live that far from each other.

“yeah?” he called back.

you walked towards the kitchen, leaning against the pillar. “were you ever going to tell me about it?” you pointed out, still looking at the message in your screen.

“tell you what?” hao asked, confused.

“the hang out.”

“what hang out?” hao knew exactly what you were talking about though. he was just trying to be… careful. right, careful.

“c’mon, hao,” you crossed your arms. you weren’t mad though, you knew exactly why they were doing this— why they’re trying so hard. it’s hard enough to get everyone gather at the same day, however, it’s even harder to have your friends— two of which used to date— to be at the same place. “it’s fine, you know.”

“well,” hao turned off the stove, carefully plating your food. “do you wanna go?”

“i mean, it’s been a while since i saw the boys together,” you mumbled, playing with your nails. “and besides, i miss them.”

“them?” hao smirked, as if he knew damn well that you were pertaining to someone else.

“shut up, minghao.” you grumbled, taking a seat at the table, the smell of hao’s delicious masterpiece filling up your nostrils. “thank you for the food.”

hao hummed in response, watching you as you eat your food with a pout, making him smile.

silence enveloped the rest of the meal. it wasn’t until you were washing the dishes when hao suddenly asked “you know, no one really figured out why you two broke up.” you almost dropped the plate you were holding upon hearing the question. “all i remember was cheol wanted to drink to death one day. if it wasn’t for shua and jeonghan that made him pull from his senses, i honestly don’t know what would’ve happened.”

“we were too young. too passionate, too—” you answered, trying to think of an answer that made sense because frankly, you didn’t know why either. “hao, we were each other’s world.” your voice drifts off.

minghao just listened intently to you. he could never really relate to what was said, because what you and cheol had was something different. it was never just young love, it was something more.

“cheollie, what if—” you groaned “what if i just drop out.” you said, closing your laptop in frustration. seungcheol laughed, making you glare at him. “you dare laugh? at my frustration?”

“i’m sorry, babe, but you’re just too cute.” he smiles, pinching your cheeks. “i’m also sorry because you can’t drop out.”

“and why not?” you quirked a brow at him.

“because your dad will have me delivered on a silver platter if he finds out i encouraged his daughter to drop out,” cheol replied making you laugh “and besides, dating a well-known curator is on the list of my life-long dreams.”

you rolled your eyes at the cheesy comment, fighting off a smile. “a list?” you asked, to which cheol nodded. “what else is on that list?”

cheol bit the insides of his cheeks, suddenly feeling flustered.

“wow,” you laughed “choi seungcheol, are you embarrassed?”

“yah! i told you i hate it when you call me that,” seungcheol pouts, crossing his arms.

“you’re being a baby.”

“that’s fine because i am your baby,” he grins, making you snort laughing. one of seungcheol’s dreams was to make you laugh till the rest of your lives. that was enough for cheol.

“ynnie,” chan hands you the third round of shots. “i heard you’re holding another— uh…” chan looked around, trying to remember the word.

“exhibition, chan.” jeonghan finished with a laugh. “you need to slow down, we’re only three rounds in.”

“hehe,” chan giggles “sorry.”

“it’s okay, chan,” you laughed before taking the shot. “but yeah, it’s going to be my first time exhibiting my own work.”

“that’s so cool, ynnie,” seokmin smiles adoringly at you. “we’re so proud of you.”

“thanks, you guys,” you replied shyly. “i— uh, it really means a lot.”

“of course,” jun nudged you playfully “we’re always here to cheer you on, you know.”

a collective mutter of agreements filled the coffee shop during its after-hours— a long string of support followed one after the other. from the group of muttered agreements, one voice seemed to stand out from others. one voice that meant so much to you. one that you longed to hear for so long.

seungcheol. he was looking at you with those adoring eyes, the ones that filled you so much comfort whenever you looked at them. there was a small smile forming in his lips— god, those lips. words cannot describe how much you miss those lips. it hurt that even after 3 years of your break up, you still long for him. but at least he was happy, right?

a couple of days before the planned hangout, the boys were gathered at heaven’s cloud coffee roasters— the coffee shop that seungcheol and jeonghan proudly own.

“so are we all meeting here then?” joshua asked, taking a sip of his iced americano.

“fine by me,” jeonghan shrugged “i just need to put a notice that we’re closing early that day.”

seungcheol hummed in agreement, the voices slowly drowning out. he was busy looking at your instagram art page. again.

whenever there was a fighting itch that he missed you, he would find his way to your instagram account. you still followed each other on your personal accounts, but you weren’t really active there. you had an art account where you post nearly every day. it wasn’t just drawings and paintings that were on that account, you also posted your letters there too. for seungcheol, that account was more personal as it encapsulated everything that was needed to know about you.

upon quietly scrolling through your account, he found a letter that you posted a couple of days ago, one that hit close to home.

“the last time i fell in love— i was twenty. i was probably too young to be thinking about love, but still, it was a force that shaped my entire perception of love.

at twenty-seven, i still have yet to feel it again. and if the multiverse is real, i hope a version of me finds someone who would still move mountains for her— to be loved as much as she loves.

because i learned the hard way that some people are meant to find love, yet they aren’t meant to keep it.”

joshua caught a glimpse of what seungcheol was looking at when he sat next to him. he was one of the few people who knew where cheol’s feelings lied with you. joshua’s one of the few people who also knew about your feelings with cheol, especially involving that art account that you practically dedicated to seungcheol.

joshua was not a betting person, but if he were, he knew that seungcheol had no idea that that art account of yours only existed because of seungcheol.

“are you looking at her account again?” joshua asked cheol quietly while the other guys were talking about what to eat and drink on the upcoming hangout.

“psh, what?” cheol instantly exited the page, putting a false face of appall “of course not.”

joshua rolled his eyes, knowing damn well that his friend was lying straight through his face. “whatever, cheol.”

knowing there’s no point in lying, especially towards joshua, seungcheol lets out a deep sigh. “i miss her, that’s all.”

joshua hummed, choosing to stay quiet. joshua knew about your true feelings for cheol when he, minghao, and seungkwan were in your apartment that one rainy night. you had invited them for dinner and to catch up because you haven’t talked in so long. drinks were involved so one thing led to the other, next thing joshua knew, you were still moping about your break-up with cheol.

“god, i miss yn,” soonyoung groaned out of the blue. soonie’s comment was enough attention for the boys to look at him, some of them with widened eyes.

“what?” soonie asks, almost innocently. “it’s been awhile since we were all hanging out together, i’ve always loved having her around.”

“soonyoung,” jeonghan warns him quietly, practically holding himself back from gesturing to seungcheol.

“cheol, hyung, you’ve moved on right?” soonyoung asks carelessly, making vernon— who was sitting quietly in the corner— practically choke on his drink. “you wouldn’t mind if invite ynnie right?”

jeonghan and joshua both looked at seungcheol the same time, with pairs of eyes full of curiosity, watching what cheol’s about to say.

cheol cleared his throat, “yeah, it’s fine,”

soonyoung grins— a little too mischievous as seungkwan would note. “perfect, i’ll text her now,” soonie says as he tapped furiously on his phone.

it’s not like you and seungcheol have been avoiding each other, that’s not it at all! you two would always see each other at a friend’s birthday or an event where you two have common circles— you two would always smile at each other, say a quick hi, but that’s the extent of it. and even then, you two were always surrounded by other people too.

“yn,” seungcheol practically seethes your name. “look at me.”

you hate it when you two fight, it only morphs you two into monsters.

“seungcheol,” you had to take a deep sigh before saying anything further as you’re trying to calm yourself down. “i’m tired. can we not do this right now?”

“no, yn, because you always do this.” seungcheol was getting frustrated too. he was always patient around you, but he is human after all. life is sometimes, though often, frustrating. “you always avoid the problem, even if it begs to be confronted.”

this got you heated because seungcheol was right, and it annoyed you that he was right. you don’t like confrontations. in fact, you hated them. for the entirety of your relationship, you could only count the number of times you initiated the apology.

“then what do you want me to do, cheol?” you asked, almost in a whisper. you closed your laptop, knowing well enough that you weren’t going to finish the report you needed for your internship.

“talk to me, yn.” cheol practically begged. “what’s going on?”

“i— i’m tired, cheol.” tears formed on the brims of your eyes.

“okay, we can take a break from studying,” cheol nodded, closing his laptop as well. you two had been practically living in the library for the past couple of weeks, trying to finish the your last semester head-strong.

“no, cheol, i meant—“ you couldn’t even bear to finish the sentence and even then, cheol knew what you were trying to say. “there’s never a day that we don’t fight and it’s—“

“frustrating?” seungcheol finishes for you, a small disbelief present in his tone.

“yeah,” you answered throwing your head back, trying not to cry but it doesn’t work. your tears kept betraying you.

he wanted to be mad because how on earth are you able to just throw a 4 year-long relationship with ease? but seungcheol cannot be mad— not at your frustration, not at you. because for this relationship to work, you two need to be invested in it.

it has been suffocating for you, it has been frustrating for cheol.

“okay,” cheol clears his throat, wiping his tears furiously. “let’s take a break then.”

“okay.” you whispered.

you two stayed in the library for another hour, bid each other a quiet goodbye and left on your separate ways— never to speak to each other again.

as the night gets longer, more drinks have been consumed. it was starting to get rowdy too— soonyoung and seokmin being the cause of it all. they kept squeezing out drinking games that was enough to keep everyone feeling buzzed.

you, on the other hand, started to feel like the room was getting stuffy. so you excused yourself for a minute and sat at one of the patio chairs, nursing the alcoholic drink that you were given earlier.

you could hear the laughter emitting inside the café and you couldn’t help but at smile at how some things never really change.

you heard a faint sound of bells from the door, signalling that someone was coming.

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t—“ you whipped your head around and saw that cheol was standing there, a drink in his hand too. “i was just hoping to get some fresh air and—“

“cheol, it’s fine,” you reassured him, adding a small smile. “i know how drinking throughout that can be too much for you.” you nodded at your friends inside.

cheol lets out a small laugh, “yeah.” he leaned against the wall, enough to give you two some space from each other. a tiny part of cheol couldn’t help but feel happy that you still know that tidbit about him.

there was a blanket of silence that enveloped the two of you. it wasn’t awkward per se— but this was the first time you two were left alone in a while.

“so how are yo—“ “are you doing ok—“ you both said at the same time, making you laugh.

a soft smile appears on cheol’s face. it’s been a while since cheol saw you laugh— well anything that involved him, really.

“heaven’s cloud, huh?” you started off, admiring the exteriors of the café. “i’m glad you’ve finally reached your dreams, cheol.”

“i did promise you that i’ll run a coffee shop one day,” cheol said with a proud look on his face. heaven’s cloud is seungcheol’s pride and joy. all throughout his university years, he would find himself cooped inside the cafés near the university. it never occurred to him that taking care of people, by providing a warm cup of coffee and a place of comfort, was something he’d be doing.

cheol likes to think that it was you that led him here. he would always accompany you at coffee shops to study, would always buy you coffee and sweets. he did it so much that he would start doing the same thing to the guys. he would often buy them coffee unprompted, would feed them sweets.

they found it odd at first, because seungcheol was not the type to do all of that unless he was asked, but they’ve quickly learned to accept it because they saw how much it meant to cheol.

you were joking when you suggested that cheol should open up a café when he brought at least a dozen iced americanos to you and the rest of the guys one day. cheol remembered how he smirked at you and said, “wanna bet?”

so really, you led cheol here. cheol knew that you would never believe him if he said that, but it’s true. you hold so much influence in his life that it kills him that you’re not actively in his life anymore.

“i’m proud of you, cheol.” you said softly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear— suddenly not knowing what to do. “i hope you never forget that.”

"i know," cheol replied in a whisper. "i'm proud of you too, you know. always.”

"thanks, cheol."

“why do i have to give it to her?” cheol grumbled while he was fixing his hair, checking for any hair that’s out of place.

“you say that and yet you’re acting like this is the first time yn is going to see you,” jeonghan teased with a smirk as he watched seungcheol check his hair every 5 seconds at the reflection of his car window.

joshua and seungkwan laughed quietly at jeonghan’s comment, causing seungcheol to glare at them— which only makes them laugh even more.

seungcheol chose to ignore jeonghan’s sly comment. “where are they anyway?” he asked, checking his phone for the time. 10:07 am. The exhibition has started, cheol thought.

kwannie, cheol, shua, and hannie were waiting outside the gallery for the rest of the guys to arrive. hao was already inside helping you with your exhibit— as cheol assumed— along with vernon, who was kind enough to offer his help.

“jun texted that they had to pick up the cake and that they’ll just meet us inside,” seungkwan said out loud. “apparently, mingyu overslept.”

“that sounds about right,” jihoon commented as he, wonwoo, and soonyoung walked towards where cheol and the rest of the guys were waiting.

“here,” soonyoung handed cheol the bouquet of pink carnations that cheol specifically asked. “since you were so adamant about the kind of flowers and the colour.”

“oh, we’ve already decided that cheol’s going to hand yn the flowers.” shua smirked.

“i’m surprised you actually went,” wonu pointed out, knowing there is still some odd tension between you and cheol.

“uh yeah, she texted me about it.” cheol cleared his throat “she actually invited me here.”

the way cheol said it so casually, the way the words just escaped his mouth like silk— it was enough for the guys to stop in their tracks and look at cheol like he grew two heads.

“no fucking way,” jihoon comments out of astonishment, breaking the ice.

“oh my god, you guys actually came?” you were greeted with a bunch of warm smiles from the boys, each of them giving you a hug. “i thought you guys were busy?”

“are you kidding? we would never miss this for the world,” seungkwan commented as he gave you a tight hug. “besides, that was just soonie hyung’s elaborate plan of surprise.”

“well, consider me surprised.” you laughed as soonie gave you a tight squeeze. “feel free to roam around, there’s refreshments by the right corner.”

you have just hugged every one of them until you reached cheol— who was a sight for sore eyes. after being broken up for about 3 years now, it still baffles you that his presence alone makes your heart flutter.

you don’t even know why you invited him personally— you haven’t talked that much since the hangout at his café. actually, that’s a lie. you knew damn well why you invited him. a part of him lives within you— may it be in your artworks or your writing.

seungcheol was hesitant— he didn’t know whether he should hug you or not. he literally stopped in the middle of his tracks, his arms almost at mid-air. it was painstakingly obvious too— vernon, who was busy ushering people and caught wind of the situation, couldn’t hide his grimace.

you heard seungkwan’s panicked voice, forcing the others to go with him and leave you two alone. they were dying from curiosity, but even the strong-willed jeonghan could not stomach the awkwardness in the air.

as soon as the guys left, cheol had the courage to finally to say something. anything. “yn,” he cleared his throat “these are for you.” cheol said, handing you the bouquet of pink carnations shyly.

“oh, these are gorgeous,” you sighed happily “thank you, cheol.”

“of course, anything for you,” cheol said a little too eagerly. he cleared his throat, trying to mask his excitement. “it’s from all of us, really.”

“oh?” cheol raised his eyebrow at your confused tone. his eyes followed yours and saw that you were reading the card that came with the flowers— which flustered you immediately upon reading the note.

for the entire time that cheol was holding that bouquet of flowers, not once did he notice the card that was practically sticking out like a sore thumb.

“uh— can i read it?” cheol asked, immediately walking closer to you. you were about to pull the card so he can read it on his own but he was already mere inches away from you, peering over your shoulder.

this was the first time in 3 years that you two were this close to each other. his perfume immediately filling your nostrils, taking you back from how your relationship used to be. your heart was practically pounding. it also didn’t help the fact that he was still wearing the same perfume that you got him during your 2nd anniversary.

“yn,

life had so much colour when i looked into your eyes. it’s a strange thing, but that’s just how it is when you love someone.

yours forever, c.”

the typewritten note was staring back at cheol as if it crawled from the box of things he kept in his office and in to the bouquet. seungcheol wasn’t going to deny that he wrote that note to you— because he did. it’s just, the note wasn’t meant to be included in the bouquet.

he wrote that note a year ago— still in the process of trying to move on from your break up, even though it’s been two years. he was so close to mailing you that note along with a birthday gift last year. he only stopped himself because one, that would be weird and two, he would look desperate. cheol knows he is, but he wouldn’t admit that.

the guys like to believe that he never really got over you, which was obvious, because look at what happened. this also begs the question as to who saw the note in his office and who was the culprit to blame.

“cheol—“

“yn, i think we need to talk.”

you two started strolling around the gallery, not knowing where to go or how to start.

you stopped in the farthest corner of the gallery, near the fire exit. far from everyone, you both assumed. “cheol, the note—“

“i didn’t write it,” cheol immediately answers. his comment disappointed you as a part of you still longed for the idea that he still loved you.

cheol saw how your face faltered upon hearing his comment which panicked him. “i mean i did write it but not recently— i wrote it over a year ago. i was hung up on you, i still am i think, i just i don’t even know—“

“cheol, breathe,” you said grabbing his hands, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “it’s okay.”

you led him to one of the benches in the gallery, just so he can collect himself and so that you can calm yourself down as well.

a couple of minutes after cheol had eventually calmed down and has had a few minutes to take a breather, you asked “is everything okay? i’ve never seen you ramble like this.”

“yn,” cheol sighed, embarrassed at his erratic behaviour “i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“well for rambling, first off,” cheol lets out an embarrassed laugh “but i’m sorry for everything.”

you were confused. “cheol, i don’t think you have anything to apologize for. you didn’t do anything.”

“exactly, i didn’t do anything,” cheol was frustrated. “i should’ve fought for you, for us. i should’ve done something, anything—“

“cheol, i’m so confused.” you were about to cry from frustration “what are you trying to say?”

“yn,” cheol takes a huge breath “why did you invite me here?”

“what do you mean?”

“here, in one of the most important days of your life, in your career.” cheol almost pleads for an answer “why am i here, ynnie?”

“because…”

“because?”

“because you’re important, cheol. you will always be a part of my life. a piece of you lives within my artwork, my writing.” tears were starting to fall from your eyes “you’re in everything that i do, cheol.” you let out a small laugh, slightly embarrassed. cheol started wiping the tears from your face. “you’re here because i want you to be here.”

“what ever happened to us, yn?” cheol asked, looking at you straight in the eyes.

“it wasn’t our time, cheol— i remember us fighting a lot.” you sighed “i loved you, i still do, but we were hurting each other a lot.”

cheol hummed, because he remembered the same thing. he wished it was different, but even he knew that you two would’ve ruined each other.

“do you think it’s our time now?” cheol asked, looking at the artworks on the wall.

“maybe,” you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

BONUS: that's just how it is | seungcheol

for some reason ? it was really hard to write this ? that's why it took me a month to finish this ? i’m sooo sorry 😭

[femdomlieeh]

Notebook of a fool ✧ Xiaojun

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THEMES—sfw ✧ light angst ✧ future fluff (?) ✧ best friend au ✧ crush au

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A/N. 누나 (nuna) = older sister

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Today was one of those bad fucking days. One of those days when you can't find any positivity in anything. One of those days when you don't feel like talking to the people you love the most. One of those days when you just want to give up.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a notification of a text from your boyfriend. Looking at the white speech bubble is something you usually look forward to when you see Wonwoo's name bright up your screen, knowing he always has something entertaining to tell.

But this particular morning he said something you wish were a joke.

Wonwoo Boo💞

[ive been thinking lately and _____ i think we need a break]

Mommy🤠💦

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked him the first thing that came to your mind. He couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that he had left you on read and that he wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because he called you _____.

He never called you by your name. Only your friends called you that. He was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else! 

He left you with a headache. He left you with your bad thoughts and theories. Damn you, Wonwoo.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood. Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation. The day wouldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Xiaojun, have a picnic on a park next to the Han river. Xiaojun had packed a cute pink basket (that he had specifically bought for you two to use for picnics together since they happened at least thrice a month) which was filled with kimchi kimbap, green grapes, two clementines and some churro flavored chips and you had packed a large outdoor blanket so Xiaojun wouldn't have too much to carry. For almost a week you two hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, typical not-romantic-at-all picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet Xiaojun and ruin his parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since you opened your eyes this dark morning. No, you weren't going to let the first time you two meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad news you got this ugly morning.

누나 🥰

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Prince Junnie🦄

[why not?☹️]

누나 🥰

[I'm not feeling too well]

Prince Junnie🦄

[it's ok i'll make u some delicious soup😊]

누나 🥰

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Prince Junnie🦄

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

누나 🥰

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Wonwoo some slack in case you read any persuasive text from him — he's good with words and making you feel loved. Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Xiaojun was still expectantly waiting for his screen to go bright.

She must be joking, he thought.

Unlike you, Xiaojun's morning had started out brilliant. From the moment he opened his eyes, he was smiling and full of energy, excited to hang out with you after not seeing you for five whole days. He had missed you. Spending time with you was one of his favorite hobbies! Since you two had picnics regularly you two had decided that you would take turns in deciding and packing the picnic basket and this time it was Xiaojun's turn! He had been so excited all week, planning out a shopping list days before. He had specifically purchased grapes this time because he had this fantasy of putting one in your mouth (which sounded weird, but it would feel intimate to feed you fruit) and also playing around and throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in the mouth. 

Needless to say, he liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem. His friends kept telling him that it was stupid to spend so much time with you and that Xiaojun should either try to ignore his emotions or he should distance himself from you until he loses feelings, because it was unfair to hurt himself by giving himself false hopes of getting somewhere with a taken girl. 

And Xiaojun knew it. For so long, he'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like him in the same way, and you even had a boyfriend for fuck's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, he still wanted to spend everyday with you. He didn't want a week to go by without being with you. He wanted to cuddle with you on a picnic blanket. He wanted to kiss you when you visited photo booths. He wanted to share hoodies with you. He wanted to stay up late and talk until you two fell asleep in each others' arms. He wanted to be the only one you called Prince. 

Wondering why you called Xiaojun 'Prince' when you already were in a relationship with Wonwoo? Well, Prince had been Xiaojun's nickname before you even met Wonwoo (yes, you'd known Xiaojun longer than you'd known Wonwoo, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with the latter — or not anymore actually). And though your (then) boyfriend never liked it, you had convinced him it was just a friendly pet name. Because that's exactly what it was.

To you.

To Xiaojun it was the closest he'd ever feel to being your boyfriend. But you started using that pet name less and ever since Wonwoo came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined. Xiaojun even had to change his contact name on your phone to include the word 'Prince' so you wouldn't forget to call him that.

He loathed Wonwoo.

Wonwoo was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call him Prince on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at him as a potential boyfriend. Wonwoo was an attention thief. Not really. But it felt like it. Xiaojun was jealous of everything Wonwoo had with you.

Because your boyfriend obviously was a threat, Xiaojun felt like he needed even more of your validation than before (which was already a lot). He needed your attention. If you ignored him he'd think it was your way of telling him that you had left him completely for Wonwoo. Ridiculous! He shouldn't feel like you owe attention to him.

Your friendly fucking friendship was the closest thing Xiaojun had to being together with you in the way he really wanted, so he valued it a lot. Not having you as his girlfriend was painful enough, but not having you as even his friend would break him.

Right now you weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it to Xiaojun. He always needed your attention and unlike normally, he wasn't getting it right now. His smile dropped and so did his excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

He knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn boyfriend but he didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship. 

No way he'd bail on the picnic plans.

Prince Junnie🦄

[can i pls come over? i bought fruits for u<33 i'm sure fruits is exactly what u need right now!!]

Prince Junnie🦄

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Prince Junnie🦄

[pls 누나]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored him only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored him (on accident) was so hurtful that he had to leave the gathering that he had looked forward to for so long, confusing the other guests, to go and lock himself in a bathroom so he could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after him since you knew it wasn't very Xiaojun-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked on the door and reassured him you were his best friend and not a random person coming to make fun of him, he let you in the bathroom.

The sight you were met by was his crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on his cheeks. He had thought that you wanted nothing to do with him. Stupid you didn't see the obvious signs. It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to him that Xiaojun had gotten the idea that you had grown bored of him or that you wanted to leave him for Wonwoo (he hadn't told you the latter part, of course). And weeks later you did get together with Wonwoo. And that made him cry himself to sleep for days which you never knew.

How much your lack of attention and affection for Xiaojun had affected him was scary. And a fucking sign, you idiot. Nobody gets so worked up over the loss of affection of someone they view as a friend. Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind him of how much you value your friendship.

Except for today.

He thought he had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore him unless you really meant It. Unless you really wanted to part ways. To go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances. Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just his best friend. You were his love and happiness. Without you he didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since he triple texted you and he still had no reply. Slowly he felt how his tummy was turning into knots and how his eyes started stinging.

Prince Junnie🦄

[ur making me worried]

Prince Junnie🦄

[hey!! text me so ik u didn't die from choking on strawberry milk 누나😰]

Prince Junnie🦄

[r u ignoring me?🫠]

Prince Junnie🦄

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 6 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:04

If you didn't show up he knew for sure that you had left him behind forever. If you did show up then he'd confess to you. So spontaneously he couldn't keep his feelings away from you for another year because it wasn't healthy and he knew it. He knew he would have to tell you about his feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, he knew the time had come for him to finally woman up and confess.

Whilst he was anxiously thinking through why he made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future he had with you, the girl he loved was being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

one season of Bojack Horseman later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, your tummy roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks you had at home? As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 100 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom, then kitchen and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Prince Junnie🦄]

Fuck. The last message was sent so long ago. You looked at your windows. It was dark outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were on your way to the closest bus station. The whole bus ride to the river was filled with thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was sensitive about this stuff and you hurt him. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the destination. You were speed walking to the river. You two always went to the exact same spot by the river since it was usually vacant, by some miracle, and had a pretty view of a bridge.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend and your phone would help solve your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Xiaojun was still at your meeting place hours after you were supposed to meet him. What if he wasn't there? What if he was there?

The water was shimmering from the moonlight and next to it was a bench and an athletic, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...? Sniffles. That's the sound that came from their direction. You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Prince?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was him. You quickly sat down beside him and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike. You didn't know what to do, never having seen glad Xiaojun cry. After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to him. The light of the moon exposed the redness and tears on his face. For hours he'd been outside and his face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

He choked on his tears and rested his face in his hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" he interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You come here hours later as if I don't mean anything to you," he hurried out before his voice could crack.

"I'm sorry about that. But if I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your best friend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 누나?" he looked you in the eyes as if he'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took his hands into yours, oblivious to how the simple gesture made Xiaojun a bit hopeful on the inside.

His hands were so cold it was shocking that he was shaking because of his crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Prince."

You made sure to use his nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling him that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought his hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. He looked at your lovely action and felt how his tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make him warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made him feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept his hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Xiaojun wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused him but the bigger part wanted you to hold him in your arms. He loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if he tried.

"I-It's OK, 누나. At least you're here now," he whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe he should make sure his hands are cold more often—

You sent him a sorrowful smile and let his head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct, both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

He giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Prince?" you whispered into his fluffy hair and petted it.

Should he tell you how he feels? Should he possibly ruin this? If he told you how he truly felt, would you ever kiss him hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch him this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call him Prince? Or would all of that be gone due to your loyalty to your sweet precious boyfriend Wonwoo?

For hours Xiaojun had been outside in the cold waiting for the love of his life so he could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of his life, showed up. Too long.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. He ended up writing around seven poems. Some poems were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where he was in him non-existent love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written from the point of view of a man who was hopelessly in love with his best friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 누나. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," he lied right through his teeth.

That made no sense because you two had never been on a picnic after sunset and Xiaojun would never lie to make you come see him. But you were tired and desperate to leave the cold outside, so you chuckled lightly, believing him immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and his fake one.

You put your face in his cheek, making him blush (not that you'd notice, since his cheeks were already red from before), "Well, my tummy is a little too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" he questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against his cheek and he felt it, making him smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"What about your bike?" 

"Oh nooo! The buses are always so full now that it's too late to take the subway!" Xiaojun whined.

"You know what? Since I was a jerk you can go take a warm bus while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively.

"B-But, 누나—" he smiled, flattered. 

"B-But nothing," you interrupted him and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn. He laughed. The little sadness he had left was gone by now. His cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 누나."

"You brought a transport card right?" you made sure since he came by bike.

"Yes I did~ See you in an hour, 누나," he winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before running to the bus that just arrived.

You waved back to him and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start. But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Xiaojun's notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Xiaojun's you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Xiaojun's because it would be worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your best friend's since you already knew all him secrets. The snippet was Xiaojun's. It was from one of the pages of poems that didn't rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy he was feeling and also told him part of the story that you never knew.

I want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

I want, more than anything, her to call me HER Prince

You drop the book on the grass. So that's what he wanted to tell you.

[rubyreduji]

Fav fics from ur moots?

ok ok im gonna try and fit as many moots in here as i can no matter how much we do or don't talk because i want to hype them all up and show how much i love their fics so answers under the cut

also if you weren't included im so sorry i literally love you all i just need to go stalk ur masterlists lol

@smileysuh - anteric; literally IS SO GOOD LIKE THE PLOT >>> minwon is so supportive i am literally so pro polyamory i have read it multiple times (ok but also a break too like nova's minwon fics are insane)

@gamerwoo - sharing is caring but i don't care; it was so cute and funny and the push and pull between minwon is so cute like fdjaslkf i love the dynamic and wonwoo being possessive

@jihoonotes - yearning; so mel is not active anymore (rip </3) but if you know anything about me you know how insane i am over this smau and im putting it on here so everyone can go read it and die over it with me (the slow burn was BURNING HOLY SHIT)

@sluttywoozi - paper rings; JIHOON FLUFF MY BELOVED it's so adorable and i love this song too so it's the perfect pairing and jihoon is written so sweetly also it plays into me being in love with jihoon's muscles

@leejihoonownsmyheart - on film; it is deadass one of my favorites of all time it's written so adorably, i love the reader and the dynamic with jihoon and it has humor and a bit of angst and its everything i need

@ssinboo - grasp the thorn; ROYALTY AU WHERE MINGYU KILLS PEOPLE FOR THE READER??? SIGN ME TF UP also just bath sex is so hot they're so cute but also fjslsdakasdfkl i loved this fic sm

@bitchlessdino - they're all so goodf jsklfa partying in your birthday suit; one of the first fics i read from nana and like??? I WAS A CHANGED MAN, it was cute and so hot and i love how they reconnected from knowing each other in the past

@pepperonidk - home for the holidays; fluffy adorable goodness that just warmed my heart and it helps that christmas is my favorite holiday (also i love a good fake dating trope)

@duhnova - bad dog; i re-read it today and like maybe i am biased because of my own interests but literally i love puppy boy gyu and like the reader is so mean but ajlkskldfs literally died the first time i read it

@onlyseokmins - neighbor!au thoughts; i know these aren't like full out fics but they have a CHOKEHOLD on me like i eat them up everytime i see a new one like yall don't get how insane i am over them

@strawberryya - claws; the idea of scratching up soonyoung's back makes me feral idk what it is but like fdsjkla him and the reader both were just so damn sexy in this fic

@savventeen - to build a home; i don't think this is a suprise this fic changed my life it was the best fluff i could imagine and it just made my heart happy like i love the way jihoon was characterized

@ncteez - ALL OF THEM LITERALLY??? if i had to pick one uhhh the perks of being that guy; i will be loyal to jihoon lol but also IT WAS SO GOOD the plot flowed well and it was funny but also cute and the smut was SO HOT JFDSKLA hon you really devoured with this one

@cheolhub - just the tip; very on brand for mingyu he was just so needy and cute the (small bit of) build up was delicious like when i read this i was screaming the whole time

@toruro - the letter; i feel like im legally obligated to say this fjsadkl but it is a REALLY good fic and ik how much work mika put into it and it was literally A MASTERPIECE like the reader was so relatable and the angst and the dynamics and fsjdlafdskla. im also biased and LOVE this drabble wrote for me lol

@gyuswhore - the thing about love; it's a long fic WHICH I LOVE but it didn't even feel that long like i was so invested in the plot and i love soonie and the way his was characterized was literally perfect like the slowburn was worth it

@lovelyhan - meet cute of the century; i put all of my reviews on this fic when it came out but the slowburn? the minor angst? the smut? PERFECTION LIKE kai put so much into this fic AND IT PAID OFF

@jeonghantis - menace; i just reblogged this because i apparently forgot to the first time i read it but literally SO GOOD and so hot like fjdsalf they're both teases and so needy i was drooling also PILLOW HUMPING >>>>

@beefboyandbabygirl - girl code; obvi like it's my jihoon 2000s romcom fantasy it's everything i need and i love all of the dynamics and the built up AND JIHOON IS SO CUTE

@sluttyminghao - daybreak; i read this a long time ago but i love a good best friends!au and i love vernon lol it was so hot and so cute and i just love how nonie was written

@onlymingyus - 7pm; i DIED when this fic came out im not even joking like idk what was put in it BUT I AM LITERALLY BARKING the build up and tension was insane and like just bss fucking you drives me wild

@seokgyuu - challenge me; okay tbh i didn't know mitch wrote this so like fjskdlaf i read this before i even started my own blog and each chapter is so good the plot is funny and i cannot get enough of it if you have time binge the whole series its so worth it

@onlyhuis - art project; LITERALLY ONCE AGAIN A FIC I READ A WHILE AGO AND NEVER RB-ED APPARENTLY but so so sooooo hot like the set up is so sexy for no reason and the reader is so teasing AND THE PAINT DFJKLSAL anyways...

@thepixelelf - bluff and nonsense; obviously it's literally one of my most favorite things i've read like the angst is perfect and i love soonyoung's internal monologue its super well written like it could actually happen and i just really like the plot and set up ya know pls pls pls go give this one a read if you haven't yet (and there's a she/her and he/him ver too!)

@wongyuuu - elevator; my most recent moot literally due to this fic!!! it's so good like the emotions and angst put into it are next level and i love a good soulmate au so the idea that they cry together is so unique so go read it you will very much enjoy it

[arttrampbelle]

Ok now for some actual good shang tsung food for y'all.

*cracks knuckles*

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Shang tsung bathing hcs x reader.

Here is some bathing hcs. Aka. What they do in a bath,showers,cleaning themselves,relaxing,grooming and preening themselves type of hcs.

Cw:nsfw,fluff,maybe some angst?

*NOTE: THIS IS CARY HIROYUKI TAGAWA SHANG TSUNG SPECIFICALLY. MK11/MK1995 SHANG TSUNG. So no damn faker mk12 shang tsung allowed*

Hcs below cut cuz of nsfw content.

Reader is gn ( i try to make these gn if i can)

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

Shang tsung bathing hcs:

Shang tsung prefers showers if he is just needing to clean up. Because one,it's healthier and easier for him. And two he just likes to take quick warm showers most of the time. However it doesn't mean anything. He sometimes with do either or hot,warm,cold. But he prefers warm

Shang tsung will do baths if he's trying to relax or soak or take his time. Especially if he's with you.

He loves the feel of the warm water next to you. He finds it peaceful.

He definitely does the works tho. Bubbles,oils,salts,soaks,etc.

And after a bath he also definitely either body oils up or body butters himself.

He loves smelling good. And loves you smelling good too.

If you need privacy and don't wish to bathe with him. He will respect that too

As for himself if he needs privacy he will tell you right away beforehand.

Shang tsung will drink wine and bathe. He prefers dark reds buuuut occasionally he'll have a white dry wine or even a sweet wine. Especially if you are with him. But shang already loves the sweetness you bring in your company. The wine just doesn't do justice on that. ;3

He will also eat fruit in the bath. Like this man is the definition of luxurious and living deliciously.

As for grooming habits. He likes to keep himself well trimmed and groomed. He shaved almost completely. But if he wants to leave a bit of hair. He'll leave a lil treasure trail if anything. His balls are smooth tho. A nice trimmed beard too.

Shang has and will fuck in the bath. If you want a quickie it's in the shower. But if you want him to play,take his time,and enjoy every inch of you? He'll fuck you in his private bathing quarters. (Yes his bathroom is modernish. He's not a damn heathen ok you weirdos. Lol. Maybe a bit looking like a 70s/80s/90s Chinese gothic dad vibe but hey. It's modern enough).

He feels this is one of the few times he can let his walls down. You'll get to see a very very somft shang tsung. If The sorcerer trusts you that much. You are lucky af.

He loves to bath you. He doesn't mind receiving in return. In fact he loves being pampered (spoiled lil shit he is. But we love him) but he prefers to actually pamper you more! Besides he loves washing your hair or massaging your scalp. Washing your beautiful body. Taking care with every single touch.

He will even dry you off. Never lifting a single finger. Wrapping a robe or a large towel around you. Picking you up bridal style. Carries you to your shared bed. May or may not finish loving on you there. Depending on your moods.

But either way. Shang loves bathing time with you. It's a very simple but sweet moment.

Shang's sweet side. Is his best side. And you're the lucky one to ever get to see it 💖

Hopefully you guys like these. Sorry if its short and not as organized as i usually try to do it. But it's on the fly while i have the spoons to write.

But i hope this gives you some good food.

💖

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 20

Those moments when it all goes up in... Smoke.

Character: Smoker Reader: gender neutral Reader Warnings: angst, some smooching, completely genderless description of reader and no pronouns used.

Summary: A Thief and a Marine. Romeo and Juliet probably had better odds, but you're not trying to risk 6 peoples lives inside of a week. So maybe it's better to kiss and run. -:- 1585 words

Bondage

You clicked the cuff around his wrist and he snarled, reaching out for you and missing as you clicked the other end of the seastone cuffs to the metal post. Dodging another swing you slipped out of his reach and smirked.

Smoker took a step toward you and his legs buckled. He was down on one knee as the seastone sapped his strength.

“Damn pirate!” He growled, tugging at the binds he had no hope of breaking.

“Not a pirate.” You say for the dozenth time. “Thief. There’s a difference.”

“Law breaker.” He grumbles in response.

You shrug. “You’re a marine, don’t try to be so sanctimonious.” You say looking down at him. “Dogs of the Celestials is all you are, protecting the biggest criminals in this entire world.” You spit onto the ground near him.

“Though, credit where it’s due, as far as marines go, you’re not so bad.” You tilt your head, admiring a physique you’d admired many times before now. You and the white hunter crossed paths with some regularity, but usually you only had to put him on the scent of a pirate crew, and he’d leave you alone.

It was kind of a shame he was a marine, and not a pirate himself. He’s hot when he���s glaring, and the look he’s giving you right now is delicious.

You look around, having been listening out for signs of any other marines. “Gave your crew – er, sorry, squad, the slip it seems.” You crouch down to be more at eye level with him, as he’s worked himself up into enough exhaustion that he’s barely holding himself up. “You really gotta learn to relax when you’re cuffed big guy. It’s no fun to play with someone who can’t even sit up.” You muse.

You reach out and caress his face without really thinking, and you feel his entire body tense. He grabs your wrist with his free hand and starts to bark something, but your grab his wrist back and pull him in.

You hadn’t planned on snogging a marine on the deserted streets of an abandoned town, but that’s where you were. His two cigars were in your free hand, and your tongue was in his mouth. He’d already established you as a criminal, why quibble over something like permission at this point.

He tasted like you expected, smokey, hot, something like malt and spice. He was so red you could feel the heat radiating off his face, and to his credit he only reflexively returned the kiss for a split second before he just seemingly froze.

You leaned back, licking your lips and smiling before you pulled your hand free easily.

You were on your feet quicker than he was back to his senses, and with a click and a tug you had his back to the pole and his other wrist shackled to it. Just regular iron, carrying around too much seastone was a pain. You stuck his jitte in the chains and twisted, pulling the whole set up tight.

Now you had Captain Smoker of the Marines sat on his ass in the street, cuffed and bound against a metal street lamp that had seen better days.

“You know, Smokey, you’re down right tempting like this.” You hum, practically prowling around him. “The things I’d do to you if I was half as terrible as you think I am.”

His heavy boots scraped against the concrete and rubble as he struggled against the chains.

“Oh save your strength you big lug.” You roll your eyes stepping over his legs and sitting on them “I’m good at getting out of shackles and ropes because I’m good at using them.” You explain resting your hands on his knees. “And that seastone’s pretty concentrated, big an’ burly as you are, you’re not going to be able to toss someone like me around."

He shifts underneath you, but your point remains and you hear the soft scrape of metal as he tries to move his arms despite it.

“Now what?” He growls, and you smile.

“Well, now, there’s a few options to be had.” You begin, scooting up just a little bit closer, sitting just above his knees instead of just below. “I could just do what I’ve fantasized about since the first time we ran into one another.” You look pointedly at his crotch for a second before looking back up to his brown eyes. Watching his face go red was an immense delight.

“I could sit here and keep you company until your companions get close.” You continue on, looking around. “There might not be many other actual people around, but it’s getting late, and the beasties will begin to stir. Regardless of what you think, I don’t actually want you maimed or dead.” You assure him, and see something other than a scowl flicker across his face for a moment.

“Or, since you despise me so much, I could just leave you here. Statistically, you should be fine.” You admit, leaning forward a little.

Smoker leans back as much as he can, but he’s not looking away from you. “What?”

“Would you kiss me back if I wasn’t a thief?” You question. Smoker’s body twitches underneath you and he looks at you dumbfounded for a moment.

“What?” He questions incredulously.

“Do you find me attractive, White Hunter?” You question more directly. “Moral implications of my profession aside, am I ugly in a purely objective manner? Ah, objective in, specifically your tastes, not in an objectifying way, before you decide to get pedantic on me.”

“… You’re not ugly.” He says, looking away after a long silence, and you smile.

“That wasn’t my question.” You assert, grabbing his face and pulling his gaze back to yours. “Would you kiss me back if I wasn’t a thief?”

There’s another long silence, and finally he sighs. “Yes.”

You smile, letting his face go and leaning a little closer. “If I stopped being one right now,” you whisper the words, looking at his lips for a moment before you looked into his eyes. “Would you kiss me?”

“I -.”

“Don’t worry about tomorrow.” You interject. “The next minute, the next hour, none of it matters. I’ve given up being a thief, Smoker, will you kiss me?”

“Yes,” he says it so quietly it’s almost hard to hear, need and desire hissed between teeth trying to hold back a word in his soul that fights against his head.

You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, a whisper away from his lips. “Then kiss me.”

Soft, warm, searching lips. The first brush of your lips makes you shiver in a way you’d bottle and hide away from the world if you could. The second connection is hungry, hot, almost desperate. The chains rattle as Smoker reflexively moves to hold you, your hands slipping through his hair as your mouths open and you sink deeper into one another.

A pleased moan bubbles up in your chest and rattles against your bones, and you don’t care if he hears it. You don’t care at this moment if he comes to know just how tangled up in him you are. How much you should be in irons for how bound to him you are.

There hasn’t been the lock made that can hold you, but if Smoker commanded…

You lean back, breathing heavy and listening to the rough breaths coming from him. You kiss his lips softly, once. Twice. You can feel his body tense and you know he’s seen the errant tears slipping down your cheeks.

It feels so good to finally, truly kiss him, but the pleasure is bittersweet.

It’ll never happen again.

“You’re-.” you both start to speak. He stops, you don’t.

“-the one thing I can not steal.” You admit softly. “The one thing I wouldn’t dare.” You let out an exasperated sigh, setting your head on his chest and taking a few deep breaths.

“Damn it all, I wasn’t ever going to say it.” You laugh bitterly. “A marine, after all they’d done to me, and you had to be a marine.”

You put a hand over his mouth before he can say anything, and heaved one last sigh. Looking up, you give him the best smile you can manage, but you know you probably looked wretched.

“I hope whatever you meant to do when you decided to become a marine is something you get to do, and, well, I’m really sorry for this.” You say apologetically, throwing a smoke bomb onto the ground.

The next few actions are just a little too fast for the bewildered captain. Your weight disappears from his hips, there’s slack in the chains, and something in his hands, but he didn’t realize it fast enough to grab your fingers.

It only takes him a few seconds to get free of the cuffs with the keys you left him. The smoke of your device becomes his, and a few seconds after that, the area is clear. It doesn’t matter how far you got, once you’re out of sight it’s almost impossible to find you again without a lucky break.

Thinking back to your words, he wondered if any of his breaks were lucky. The idea that you crossed his path of your own will every single time…

It was his turn to take in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. Lighting a cigar, Smoker wondered bitterly who was actually bound to whom.

[mrs-toohot]

GIRL, I see what you mean but I'm gonna need clarification on when the relationship ended because I am not about the cheating lifestyle. Them being in a committed relationship changes it for me. You guys just met on the show is one thing. You guys were in this together and you crossed the line with me HOW MANY TIMES IN SO MANY WAYS! LIKE WAS IT JUST KISSING OR WAS IT THE INAPPROPRIATE BUT DELICIOUS BREAKFAST SCENE OR ALL THE TIMES WE WENT ALLLL THE WAY?! Like it makes me more nervous when we find them in the sauna and Carmen calls me a homewrecker?! LIKE PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU JUST BROKE UP THEN.

I can recover with some clarity 😭😭😭

NO UH I-- UH--- DEFINITELY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ASPECT OF THE PLOT???? UMMMMM

[frantically checks notes]

No but idk for real like as long as they weren't hooking up behind your back, I still freaking love it. Like he tried so hard to be snakey, and you better believe he better have had a DAMN GOOD REASON

but despite everything he fell in love with you!!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!

He wasn't supposed to. It was the only, single thing that could've ruined their plans and they clearly thought it was so unlikely that they didn't even bother discussing it but COME ONNNNNN

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Sorry I'm literally writing he fanfic in my head where he's trying so hard to play you. And early on he probably has a conversation with Carmen where it went like

Carmen: You're... oh fucking hell. You're having second thoughts. Jirayu: No, I'm not, I'm just... [sighs]. I just don't want it to be her. That's all. She's nice, Carmen. She's really nice. She doesn't deserve this. Carmen: Maybe not. But we deserve this. We promised each other. Jirayu: [unsure].

Like just imagine the fighting. Imagine the behind the scenes fighting that's been going on between them.

Jirayu: You told me to sell it! Carmen: Sell it? Sell it? Is that what you think you were doing? You were looking at her like she was the only thing you wanted in the entire world! Like she actually meant something to you-- Jirayu (quietly): Don't do that. Carmen: DOES SHE? Jirayu: What do you want from me? She's nice. We get on. That's all. Carmen: [furious] Jirayu: [mad] Jirayu (goes and finds MC in their bed. She rolls over and slips her hand onto his chest, and he places his hand over hers. She smiles. A wave of calmness washes over him. He pulls her closer and buries his face in her hair. Sleep takes a long time to come).

Listen. I know that IRL this would be problematic as hell but the fiction side of my brain is REELING. Like I am hyperventilating and chomping at the bit and I am living and dying for this route.

The predictable thing would've been to make it Taz. Have the stone-cold ice king be the one to be a betrayer but sweet, brilliant Jirayu???? Who thought he could outsmart the game but instead forgot to factor in the one thing that could outsmart him:

HIS FUCKING HEARRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

(Also if you're into this please go ahead and read King of the Castle by @i-boop-you because this is crack to me.)

but he's actually falling for her and there's the moral ambiguity of whether or not he even deserves to be forgiven??? There's the betrayal and the dishonesty and the does she even know who he is any more???

URGHHHHH THE ANGST IS ANGSTING AND HE'S GONNA HAVE TO COMPLETELY COME CLEAN!!!! AND THE REVEALLLL!!!!! THE REEEEVVVVVEEEAAALLLLLLLL NEXT WEEEEKKKKKKKK GAHHHHHHHHH it's gonna be such an intense, emotional moment for Jirayu girls and oh my godddd i need to find time to catch up on his route!!!!!!!!!!!

[downtoncoquetteroach]

Notes: Damn I wasn't expecting this to be that long, I'm really sorry for taking all this time to update, this chapter took a lot of me, I was planning something lighter and smutier for it but man, these days have a heavy load of darkness, fortunately the sun rebirth is already upon us so, I hope this words bring some sort of cozy feeling, I wrote it with all my heart as a way to embrace all of the beautiful souls that read this words, you mean the world to me. I hope you have a lovely holiday and merry Christmas to you all 🎄❣️.

TW: swearing, angst, drugs consumption.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 🎀 dancing at our own pace 🎄

Y/n was reading out loud her notes from potions so Neville could see how messy and intelligible they were. They were alone in the common room laughing and it was really late. There was a beautiful song playing but y/n couldn't figure out who it was. She was sitting with her legs spread over Neville's, about to ask him who was the singer but she realized that Neville's fingers started distractingly caressing her left knee, she went stiff and felt her flesh trembling below his tender and warm touch, goosebumps raising all over her skin, a warm feeling coming over her chest, the simple sight of his hand touching her was providing such pleasure... He suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped apologizing nervously. She slowly incorporated into the couch oddly sure of herself while he was compulsively telling her how sorry he was, she sat on his legs facing him, arms around his neck, legs clutching his. He went silent. She slowly touched his lower lip mildly open while he went stiff. "Neville I don't want you to stop touching me". He was speechless but y/n felt his hardness right below her ass. It was really warm and hard, the pleasure was increasing while she rubbed her ass again and again as he started to moan in her ear, his hot breathing causing goosebumps on her neck, she needed more pressure, some how it wasn't enough, somehow Snape was reading her notes making fun of her while the singer was making pancakes that filled the common room with a delicious smell.

Oh fuck...

Y/n was now fully awake, her eyes facing the sun coming through the window. She was being embraced tightly by Neville's arm around her waist. His body fully pressed to her, she was actually feeling his boner on her ass and she was fully wet as a result. They must have fallen asleep while talking about the party and how her muggle friends were like.

Was she actually rubbing against him before? Or was it just in the dream? She felt so embarrassed she couldn't move. Was he awake? By his deep slow breaths she dared to guess he wasn't, otherwise he would definitely not be pressing his hard member against her bum. She didn't knew what to do, if she moved she was risking to wake him up and face the humiliation of what was happening but if she stayed... The thought of staying and seeing how it could go increased the humidity on her panties. She decided to be quick and stepped out of the bed pushing Neville's arm, almost running to the bathroom and took care of her troubled feelings taking a shower. Her grandma was still humming when she went downstairs for breakfast. Neville was already there, helping. They didn't stared at each other too much that afternoon, y/n couldn't quite figure if it was the morning accident or the prospect of the party but Neville was nervous as fuck, clumsy and stuttering. When it was time to go she approached him

Nev if you don't want to go its ok, we can stay here and watch a movie or something, I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you with this and not telling you before, I didn't even ask if you wanted to go... I was stupid, I'm sorry.

The first thing Neville saw that morning were y/n's legs despairing behind the door. He realized that the wonderful dream he was having made an effect on his body in the real world. He had an immediate urge to disappear from the face of earth, Y/n must have felt it and she was so disgusted with it that she felt the need to cleaning herself as soon as possible. He felt so guilty and ashamed he couldn't bare to look at her in the eye's. He spent the hole day struggling with the urge to leave, but he was a coward and he actually didn't wanted to go, but he just couldn't found the words to apologize. He was a horrible friend already, having a secret crush with her and now this?, what a fucked up retard he was, always spoiling everything... Ginny had told him to be careful with his feelings, but he was familiar with rejection, he had already lost, as always, since the beginning so...what worried him the most was preserving their friendship, but after the way he was acting he wasn't sure he could remain beside her, he didn't deserve her, not as friend, much less as a lover.

But he looked her in the eyes for the first time that day, she was gorgeous ...and worried about him, she wasn't even saying a thing about "the incident". He felt a weight in his stomach. He had to man up and sucked up all of his self pity thoughts, he couldn't stand to be the motive of her concern. It was in his hands to make her happy, so he changed his attitude and cheerfully exclaimed

Nonsense y/n. Let's go.

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Angie was y/n's childhood friend. They grew apart after y/n got her Hogwarts letter but they still cared for each other a lot and spent a considered amount of time walking and biking around the neighborhood when y/n was home for vacations. Angie was under the impression that y/n attended to a Catholic private school far away as a consequence of y/n's parents divorce.

Angie was tall, bony and very attractive, her attitude and mindset were a little bit too mature for her age, sometimes it was hard to believe that her and y/n were at the same grade at some point, but that day was her birthday and she was excited like a little girl, jumping around and talking so fast and so loud it was highly contagious. When Neville and y/n showed up at her door she started jumping like a bunny, hugging y/n so tight Neville was concerned she might suffocate her.

The decorations in the living room were a combination of birthday balloons and Christmas lights, there were several amounts of teenagers talking in different groups, most of them seemed posh but a few of them looked like regular town kids, it was also very curious to Neville the lack of girls, being so used to be surrounded by them he was a little nervous when the male energy was higher. He tried very hard not to look uncomfortable and wave but there was no time for the crowd to respond because as soon as y/n showed up behind him everyone was really excited and cheerfully greeted her friend. She introduced him to everyone, they were totally curious about him and the school they went together, Neville tried as hard as he could to keep the details of Hogwarts and magic out of his mind and really soon he discovered that it was really easy because most muggles hated school as much as him and unfortunately, everyone had some really nasty stories about abusive teachers just like him and they had parents with great expectations that made them feel overwhelmed, so, for the first time in like forever, he actually felt understood, like he belonged. Everyone was drinking and after a while, Neville offered to bring some refreshments to give y/n and Angie time to talk in private.

So, did he dye his hair or that's not Fred... -Angie went straight to the point, y/n was dreading Angie interrogation but her friend deserved some explaining, after all those years hearing all about her pinning over Fred, she had gained the right to know the details, specially now that she finally had something more juicy to tell than the eternal description of how Fred's hair could shine in the morning. She told her everything that happened between them but she did an special remark on how she started to be friends with Neville, she told her how amazing that Sunday on the greenhouse had been, and described the music, the feelings, the light, the plants, how good was Neville rolling a joint and how he saved her from the awkwardness of encountering with Fred.

Angie was curiously listening to her, clearly having her own thoughts on the matter, she suddenly stopped y/n's discourse on Neville's incredibile music taste.

-Wait, So do you like this guy now?

-No, he's my friend

-Ha!

-What?!

-Are you really playing out that card then?

-If you don't mind I'll love for you to be clear darling.

-Do I really need to tell you?

-What?! - y/n was laughing but starting to lose her patience, sometimes Angie made her feel so dumb and clueless. Y/n didn't had older sisters but she was positive this was the dynamic between them.

-It's better if I show you. -Angie gave her one of her sassy signature looks while chewing her plastic cup and walked away. Y/n was confused but instead of following her she went to the kitchen to find Neville, he was gone for quite awhile and she was worried of leaving him alone for too long around strangers specially when he didn't know that much about muggles although, she was really impressed with how he had handled everyone's interrogation earlier. The party was crowded and the lights were dime, she greeted some friends she hadn't seen and after a little while, she found Neville surrounded by local stoners, smoking and congratulating him on the good stash. He was laughing, blushing and mingling, so comfortable and confident it was hard to believe it was the same boy who suffered so much bullying on school. He was wearing a black shirt, black coat, black trousers and stripped socks on Gryffindor colours, legs and arms crossed, not out of discomfort, but as a power move, for the first time, the boys around him were seeking his approval and not otherwise. Y/n haven't noticed how handsome he looked when they leave the house, must have been the awkward day they had... She remembered the dream, a guilty but delicious sensation invaded her... Fuck, she needed a drink.

In that moment Neville saw her, he already had a beer, he was sensible to alcohol so he wasn't planning on drinking too much, specially because he felt responsible for y/n's safety, but he needed a few drinks to relax and be able to talk to her about that morning... She was lovely on that little black skirt and those elegant black stockings, her black t-shirt was a bit transparent and he was able to see the strap on her bra...he definitely needed to stop looking at her in that way. He approached her, leaving his public behind.

-Excuse me little girl, I can't help but wonder, are you old enough to drink?

Y/n laughed, continued pouring herself a drink.

-Oh I see, you are breaking the law young lady, I have to scort you out of these hole full of decadence and lust - hi's joke was lame but it was working, she was laughing and as a response she drank up the whole cup and started to pour another one, eyes fixed on him, a mischievous smirk on her wet lips.

He gasped dramatically and then went serious

-Are you defying me? - he came closer, towering her in such a way she ended up against the kitchen bar, her eyes lifting up to meet hi's, she was nervous, y/n stoped hearing anything except her heart racing, her hands sweaty and everything she could percibe was just Neville's sent, she could have never imagined Neville acting like that, but it was so thrilling, everyone else in the room disappeared, it was just the two of them, his body so close to hers, his hands on each side of the wall behind her, cornering her, looking at her deeply, getting really close...

But they weren't alone.

-My guest told me about that amazing stash of yours, handsome - Angie was right behind Neville whispering in his ear, leaned on his shoulder, y/n's gutts twisted. The moment was gone. Neville turned, smiling shyly, his whole body language shifting.

-Oh, it's an exaggeration, don't trust them, they are high you know!- Neville was tapping his feet nervously, y/n couldn't stop her eyebrows from furrowing

-Oh, come on, birthday spliff? - Angie was pouting, she was actually pouting! trying to look as cute as she could. That was not new for y/n to witness, she had long experience watching boys fall out for that old cheap trick, but Neville was resisting. He wasn't even look at her, his eyes were glued to the floor.

-You can have this if you want it that much - he handed her a small bag of weed and took y/n by the hand - we were on our way to dance, happy birthday! - he pulled y/n out of the kitchen through the sea of drunk teenagers and into the hall, where a lot of drunk boys have just arrive, screaming and laughing and bumping into things. The party was about to become a mess.

-Nev, I think it's better if-

-Yeah, let's go

They walked back home commenting on the party, Neville was very critical about the music

-Oasis? Can you believe it? Ugh, I'm insulted - y/n couldn't stop laughing, she was a bit tipsy but the thing that got her high was the fact that the boy who was walking with her in the cold darkness had rejected Angie. She couldn't helped, she was mesmerized. But she was also a bit hurt, why would her friend do such thing to her, she must have known she... oh

-FUCK!

-What? Did you forgot something? Are you hurt? What's wrong?

She remained silent, looking at him, he was so stunningly handsome. Her heart twisted again, she couldn't believe it, this was what her friend had tried to show her, that thing she was trying to hide so desperately, the fact that she was actually falling for Neville.

-Nothing, don't worry, Im fine! Really! Damn it's cold isn't it?...uhh let's keep going! Almost there! Are you freezing? Coz I am.

-You sure you are alright?

-Yeah yeah, don't mind me, it's just past bed time.

Neville took and extra glance of her and kept going. Y/n went silent the rest of the walk, lost in her own self conscious thoughts. If she was falling for Neville, what about Fred? How could this possibly be? After all those years pinning for him, when she finally got her must deeply desire in her hands, would she just walk away from him? He was a tosser sometimes, but very good at pleasing her, incredibly talented actually but he was also excellent by getting under her skin. From the moment they got "intimate" they started arguing like never before. It was nonsense and besides, he had been so rude to Neville... Neville? Did she really like him? She turned to look at him, he was walking bedside her, softly humming a tune looking at the trees on the way home, his long nose, his black hair falling on his forehead, the dreamy eyes, the red lips, bunny teeth's slightly showing up and his amazing hands playing with each other as they usually did...she sighed deeply.

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It was Christmas Eve, Neville was very close to the tree, it was full of multicolor lights and shiny mismatched ornaments and random wrapping paper, handmade small trees, little deer's with red noses, some grandpa's in red velvet pijamas as well as some cute house elf's wearing green hats. None of them moved or dance but they had catchy tunes coming from their plastic belly's. There was definitely a melancholy sort of magic in all of that, it made Neville wonder for the first time in his life how everything could have turn if he wasn't a wizard. If his mom and dad had been muggles and lived as common people in that town, the song coming through the plastic lights in the tree had started to make him weep. Maybe it was because the next day would be the first Christmas away from his mom and dad in the hospital. Y/n approached him.

-Do you wanna lay down?

She was wearing a Beatles t shirt and a black skirt, he spent the whole dinner trying to hide how pleased he was knowing she liked the Beatles.

-What do you mean?

-Come, I'll show you how

She sat beside him and he did the same, then, she pushed herself to be closer to the tree until her head was right below it. He did the same.

They were admiring the little universe inside the decorated branches, looking as high as they could, an immersive exercise that caught their imagination for some time in silence. After a moment, she said

-When I was a kid I cried so much because it was Christmas, I hated it. My parents used to discuss all the time, yelling and cursing, making me choose between them... I never believed in this holiday spirit everyone's talk so much about, for me it was hell. But my grandpa, he, well, one year there was a horrible dinner, mom and dad were screaming so much he went home and rescued me just because I called him. I was crying all the way here and I was ashamed of being such a cry baby, I was nine and I had this specially tragic sensation that my childhood was ending and everything was horrible and hopeless -y/n made a pause, she recovered her breath and laughed a little - my grandpa wasn't an affectionate man, he showed love in that way very few times but that night he did, he holded me and brought me to the tree and taught me this. He said "there is more ways to look at things, even when you think you know all about something, if you change your perspective, you'll find out a new world". I stood in silence down here the rest of the night, imagining that I was 2cm long and this was an extremely tall magic tree I had to climb and all the adventures I'll had, it was so comforting I kept doing it every year.

Neville's throat was a rock, but he managed to say

-You know? There's a forest in California that has the tallest trees in the world, most of them are over 100mts, if we go there you could feel as if you were 2cms tall.

-You can also cast a shrinking spell on me right here and now you know

Neville laughed

-Merlin's cracking knees, I'm such a horrible wizard I didn't even think about it.

-You are not! It's just too much time in the muggle world

-Yes I am, and you know? I wouldn't mind being a muggle, being here, with you, all of this, I never thought it could be this easy not living stressed about every single spell, pronunciation, wand work, keeping my bloody wand safe, my own life safe, all of the trouble wizards go through can be avoided perfectly, I wish I could just relax and press a button to had my light on instead of using a stick that might end setting the room on fire.

-You are definitely not that bad Nev

-I was, and I kept being the worst even when I got better and I wish my grandma and McGonagall and everyone could just give up on me and let me be the hopeless toad I am, they should just turn me into one and throw me in the lake so the giant squid could have me for dessert, it would be a perfectly believed accident and no one would miss me, I bet it would take weeks for someone to notice that I'm gone. My only concern is Trevor but I bet I can convince him to suicide with me, he doesn't look that happy being my pet or a toad anyway.

Y/n was rolling in the carpet, laughing so much her stomach hurts.

-Oh Neville! You have thought about this so much oh my god.

Neville was laughing too, y/n laughter was one of his favorite sounds now, he was really proud of himself for being capable of making her laugh that hard, suddenly he realized he wasn't sad anymore, he was actually quite happy and content, laying down with his best friend, just talking, admiring her features illuminated by the tree lights. She was coming down from her laughter outburst, looking him with shinny dream eyes, a strange tension started building inside Neville's chest. He swallowed hard without breaking eye contact, finally she asked

-So, what do you think about your first muggle party?

-Oh it was cool, I had fun, I like muggles, did you had fun?

-Yeah, yeah, I mean, it's weird

-Weird?

-Well, I don't know, I never really see them anymore, not like I used to, I don't even hang out with Angie as much as before and every time I see them is to catch up... and that's weird

-Catching up is weird?

-Yes, I feel like I already lost them. Like, everytime I see them I got a glimpse of the life I lost. The person I could have been, the friends or relationship I could have had, careers I can't pursue, experiences I'll never know... And I don't really feel entitled to feel bad about it because IM A BLODDY WITCH I mean I do magic! And I've got the chance to be at a magical school in a bloody castle with other witches and wizards and I can do a lot of wicked stuff, so, I know I'm privileged, but deep down I feel like I don't know, like I'm losing something, a part of me I'll never know, a life I'll never had and it's a little disturbing to find out that in this magical world is normal to just forget about all of that and be happy with my second class citizen status and be quiet about this grief I feel for my friends, my family even and my old self.

Neville was bewildered. He had never thought about the wizarding world in that way, he felt like such an idiot.

-We should run away then, I mean, I hate being a wizard, you hate living your life broken in two, so, fuck it.

Y/n grinned at the thought.

-Can you imagine? What would you like to do?

-Well I don't know that much about muggles...OH! I want to go to the record store! Andromeda says that's where she gets the vinyl's she sent me, I don't know where the record store Is tho

-There's plenty of them! We could go to everyone! We could own one! It could be a cafe too, when I was growing up my dream was to own a cafeteria.

-What's that?

-A place where you drink caffeine

-You can only get that sort of thing there? Like an opium bar?

-How do you know about opium bars and not cafeteria's?

-One of the guys at the party was obsessed with going to Berlin to find one and he was on and on about it.

-What?

-Yeah... He was about to tell me about something called LSD but then - Neville's voice went low - I saw you

-Oh, sorry for interrupting - she was speaking softly too, the memory of THAT moment in the kitchen with him was hitting hard, nervousness crawling over her skin, he was looking at her, lost in his thoughts - I'm glad you had fun.

-I did, well I just, I have one complain

-The oasis thing again?

-Nooo, I mean, yes of course but, no it's just that, ugh I expected it to be more dancing - he covered his face with his hands full of embarrassing

-Yeah, you must be the only man I know that likes dancing so much, boys are not really into it.

-I thought It was a wizards thing, I'm really disappointed

-No, unfortunately it's a men thing, sorry.

-Guess I'll have to wait for your granny to wake up so I can have a partner.

-I'm not good enough for you? - y/n was raising an eye brow, she didn't even knew she was capable of that. Was she flirting? Neville's red cheeks were a confirmation, she was actually flirting, damn.

-Would you dance with me? - his throat was dry, he wasn't expecting this conversation ending up that way.

-Of course - how could she dance if her knees were trembling?

-Neville stood up and offered his hand to help her, she noticed his sweaty palms, or were her's? He went to the record collection and choose a record he couldn't stop thinking at dinner. After a moment With the Beatles started playing.

-Oh...- she blushed- you got me.

-I mean it was quite in the nose actually - he pointed at her t-shirt, she laughed while started nerviosly moving - oh common, you can do better than that, I ve seen your moves girl.

-What? When? Where?

-Uhm - he could have slapped himself, why was he bringing that up right now? He didn't wanted to screw up the moment but he carried on carefully - well, that night at the party, you were dancing by yourself to Cocteau twins, I was looking at you, you seemed so carefree and happy, I wanted to dance with you but

-What?

-He got you first.

-Oh

-They went still, an awkward silence filling the air for what seemed an eternity, she was actually really confused about Neville's declaration, the fact that he witnessed everything and the thing that happened after that made her feel so vulnerable...

And then All I've got to do started playing.

-Common, it's a slow one.

Neville took her hand and brought her closer in one single elegant movement and suddenly her arms were around his neck and his on her waist, slowly guiding her to the beat of the song. Looking down at her he softly said

-Sorry for what I said, I didn't mean to hurt you, I know you don't like to think about that night.

-No, don't be, I, well I don't know how to feel about that night but, I just, I guess I was surprised, I didn't knew someone was paying attention.

-I know. Sorry. I feel guilty about it.

-Why?

-Well I wanted to run after you but he beat me to it, maybe if I just had run faster I...

-He didn't forced me you know? I wanted to.

-Yeah, of course - of course she wanted to, of course that wouldn't change anything, Neville was feeling stupid for thinking that any of his actions could have changed the outcome, she liked Fred, not him, that was a fact.

Y/n felt a stone in her stomach, was Neville implying what she thought he was implying? There was a shadow covering his eyes, some sort of sadness she haven't noticed before. She felt the need to hold him tight so she did.

She was up in her tiptoes, even with high boots she barely got to his neck so she rested her head against his collar bones, he held her tightly, his scent filling her every sense, the soft but strong grip he had on her body provoked an involuntary throat sound produced electrical shivers on his collar.

All my loving was coming through in the record player but despite the change of rhythm they didn't pull away. He held her while they played the whole record, dancing at their own pace, singing along until she felt asleep in his arms.

[bluewhale52]

Little Black Book: The Endgame

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these six hold a special place in your heart.  Until Kim Namjoon entered your life, and you realised the endgame was near.

Pairing: Namjoon x female OC, a cameo by Seokjin, and Yoongi, some indirect cameo ofJungkook, Hoseok, Joon’s sister, Joon’s mom, OC mom… it’s a lot okay I know

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED!

Genre: non idol au, strangers to lovers, established relationship

WC: 8.2k 

Warning: swearing, explicit sex acts, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (protected and unprotected), mirror sex, multiple orgasms, Joon's big dick and BDE, Joon's sexy body, talk of threesome, some jealousy, Joon is a little possessive, daddy Joon, some angst A/N: FINALLY THE END IS HERE! Thank you to sexy YTC Run BTS Namjoon for giving me the inspiration and the drive to complete this chapter. Everything here is unbetaed, as I was just too eager to get it done and published, so sincere apologies in advance. Also, segments of the story are not chronological, so... sorry also if you get confused. But I like being ambiguous even if that confuses my readers. Sorry. Lastly, ENJOY! Series Masterlist: Little Black Book

You walked back into the large hall, where your firm’s annual office party was being held. You felt a bit weird, you had never done anything this daring in public before. Well, not since Hoseok fucked you against a tree in a backyard during a house party years ago. But you could not deny your boyfriend’s request, not when the glint in his dragon eyes and the little smirk in his mouth (enough to produce that damned dimple on his cheek) promised you a delicious reward.

So here you were, coming back from a quick trip to the restroom, with your thong bunched up tightly in your fist.

And there he was in all his glory- black turtleneck that showed off his chest, slim-fit black pants that made his legs look even longer, and those fucking glasses that made him look so innocent but you knew, oh you knew, how naughty he could be. 

Namjoon noticed you approaching so he opened his arm, and you slithered right to his side, sliding your thong into his pants back pocket. His dimples deepened at your movement, and anyone watching would think he was just smitten with you, but you were well aware of what lay beneath- the urge to give you the kind of pounding that would put you on cloud nine for days and days. You clenched yourself hard, hoping with all hopes that nothing was leaking out to betray your secret state of undress. God, you were such a horny mess.

“You both are so in love it’s making me sick.”

You turned to your boss, raising an eyebrow at his snide remark. “Jealous much?” 

Seokjin snorted at your retort, but to your surprise, did not say anything back. Keeping his eyes on you, he downed his champagne, and you saw his ears getting redder, from alcohol perhaps, or really, jealousy? Namjoon chuckled into your hair, while his hand glided down from your waist to the small of your back, then lower still to the top of your ass. He let out a hum, no doubt pleased he no longer felt the outline of your thong under your skirt. His touch was intoxicating, but you still watched Seokjin like a hawk.

Min Yoongi, who was standing next to your boss, cleared his throat. “You know you don’t have to keep playing my album, right? I think it’s been looped three times now.”

Seokjin slapped his back playfully. “Ah, you are one of our biggest clients! We have to support you!” You saw Yoongi hiding a small smile behind his drink. How typical, he always liked fishing for compliments despite his nonchalant demeanor. 

“We’re basically using your music to brag.” You snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. “Why do you think our shareholders AND their kids are here?”

Seokjin clicked a finger gun at you. “She’s smart, this one, that’s why she’s my protege.” Seokjin motioned for another drink. You counted five from the start of the night, this would be his sixth. He was drinking too fast and too much; it was quite unlike him. “Do you know she’s the one who brought Yoongi in?” The question was directed at Namjoon and your boyfriend dully nodded. “Told me her friend was looking for a law firm to represent him. The whole office nearly lost it when agustd himself walked in. Some couldn’t believe they were looking at agustd in the flesh, some couldn’t believe YOU were actually friends with him!”

Seokjin’s signature laughter boomed in the hall, causing some people to turn to look at your little group. Namjoon and Yoongi laughed along politely, but you continued to feel uneasy over Seokjin’s behavior.  “You know, you never told us how you two became friends,” he eyed you and Yoongi. 

“Ah,” you paused, looking at the rapper. His face remained expressionless, yet you knew he was giving you the rein to control the story, especially with your boyfriend present.

“We actually met at a bar, and he thought I was… a prostitute.”

Seokjin nearly spat out his drink. Namjoon squeezed your waist a little too tightly. Yoongi suddenly found a very interesting spot on the floor.

“You know my old boss,” you reminded Seokjin, “he liked to take his clients to those kinds of places, and I always had to tag along to pay their bills and get taxis for everyone, all that shit.”

Seokjin scoffed. “Yeah, he was a creep. The best thing I did after moving here from New York was transfer you to my team.”

Namjoon squeezed your waist again, his fingers dug deeper into your flesh.

“So, yeah, that’s how I first met Yoongi. Told him I wasn’t what he thought I was, gave him my card instead.” Then he made you cum with his tongue in the bar’s restroom. Twice. 

“After that night, we met up a few times when he needed help with some legal issues about plagiarism, libel, and stuff like that. ” And you sucked his dick in his studio. Sometimes he bent you over his recording equipment to eat you out too.

“I’m just glad he trusts me- us,” you corrected yourself quickly, “enough to represent him now.” You trusted him enough to make a sex tape with him. You still had a copy of it.  As he did. 

Yoongi nodded. “Wouldn’t have anyone else.” 

Your boss stared at you pointedly. What was wrong with him? You felt like he knew something and was trying to pry it out of you here of all places. He knew you had a few fuck buddies, apart from himself, before Namjoon came into the picture, but you never shared names. Did Seokjin suspect you had been sleeping with Yoongi? Was he trying to get it out in the open to make Namjoon jealous? But why? There was nothing in it for him, unless he was just being petty, unless… could it be possible? That he was jealous over you going steady with Namjoon and thus depriving him off his weekly fuck session with you? He could not possibly be that childish… but then again, Seokjin could be unpredictable. Especially with six glasses of champagne in his system. 

“All right,” your boss sighed and put his arms around Yoongi, “I think it’s time to show you off to our shareholders. Those lovebirds look like they have better things to do anyway. Right?” He winked then directed the music producer to another part of the hall.

Your brows furrowed, you were still nowhere near clarity over his odd behavior. You had no time to analyze that further however, for Namjoon’s hand started traveling down to cup your ass. 

“Joon! People can see!” You smacked his chest.

“Let them see. I want everyone to know I own this ass.” He pulled you around till you were flushed to his front. You shivered when you felt he was already hard. “You wear this skirt to work everyday, baby?”

You hugged him back, arms tight around his waist. He smelled so good, so manly, you just could not get enough of him, especially with his erection poking at your abdomen. “Not everyday, just when I need to feel good and powerful.”

“Hmm, is that so? I think you just like it when your boss and clients ogle you.”

You stepped back to look at him, your cheeks burning uncontrollably. You definitely felt called out. “Who? Them?” 

His face still looked friendly and amiable, but you sensed his energy had taken a more intense turn. “I’ve seen how they look at you, especially at this ass.” He squeezed again, much harder this time, making no effort to hide what he was doing. His touch burned through your skirt onto your skin, and you wish you could stop the flow of arousal leaking onto your inner thighs.

“Fuck, Joon,” you whimpered. “They’re not… I… shit, let’s just go home now.”

He chuckled. “Okay, baby. I’ll wipe you down in the taxi if you get too wet.” He patted his back pocket, where your thong was. 

He wiped you down that night, all right. He made you cum over and over with his fingers so he could wipe your creamy cum off of his fingers with your thong, and once he was satisfied, he sucked on the soaked material till you begged him to fuck you. And like a good boyfriend he was, he gave you what you asked, and more, until you lay spent, unable to move, your body oversensitized but somehow your mind still ended up wondering what was going on with Seokjin.

~~~

Your chopsticks clattered noisily on the table, interrupting the conversation between Namjoon and his little sister in the busy restaurant.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, recovering quickly and gripping the chopsticks a little tighter. “Did you say you’re going on a date with Jungkook this Friday?”

Namjoon’s sister nodded. “Yeah, he asked me to go to the arcade with him. Which is a bit unusual,” she smiled shyly, her dimples prominent on her cheeks, “but I like that idea. It’ll be more fun and casual, right?” Your boyfriend nodded, humming in pleasure, from both food and his sister’s excitement. 

“I didn’t know you know Jungkook.” 

“Friday will be their first meeting, I set them up. She’s been complaining about all the shitty boys in her uni. Thought Jungkook would make a good match with her.”

Namjoon slurped his noodles. Namjoon’s sister was sweet and kind, and as smart as her big brother. But with Jungkook? You simply could not see it. 

“Ah, I see,” you forced a smile. “I didn’t know you were setting them up.”

Namjoon glanced at you. “Oh, was I supposed to?”

“Well, it’d be nice to know before you planned all that. He’s my friend.”

“He’s my friend too.”

You poked at your dumpling a little too aggressively. “Well Namjoon, I’ve been friends with him longer than you have, so yes, you should’ve told me!”

“I didn’t think that mattered. I spend as much time with him as you do, if not more.”

“I introduced you to him, it mattered.” You muttered, fully aware how childish you were sounding. 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re overreacting.” 

Your boyfriend’s off-handed comment set you off, enough to push your food away before standing up. “I’m going to the restroom.” You grabbed your bag and coat, and instead of the toilet, you headed to the exit. You heard Namjoon curse, and his sister worriedly asking him if everything was all right.

Once you stepped out, cold air immediately assaulted your senses, giving you a sudden clarity, and with it, came guilt. You could not understand why you reacted the way you did. No, you had to stop lying to yourself- you knew exactly why. Jungkook asked you out to an arcade a long time ago, and why you turned him down. You simply hated the fact that someone else actually said yes, even when that someone was your own boyfriend’s sweet little sister. 

You sighed when you felt a rush of warm air from the restaurant’s door behind you, signaling that Namjoon had come out to see you. He was right, you overreacted, but damned if you were going to apologize. You stood by your opinion, however rashed and illogical, that you should have been involved in the plan from the beginning.

“What the hell was that?” Namjoon finally asked when the silence stretched a little too long.

You took a deep breath; you were a little calmer, but you still tried to answer him carefully. “Jungkook is my friend. One of my closest friends. I’m just upset you set him up with your sister without talking about it with me first.”

Your boyfriend tilted his head, observing you. “I honestly didn’t think it would upset you this much. Actually, I thought you’d be happy for both of them.”

“I’m protective of him, okay?” You snapped. “He’s been through so much shit with people he thought he could trust, so I just wanted to make-”

“And you think my sister isn’t trustworthy enough?” Namjoon cut you off, the ice in his voice biting. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“But it’s implied, very clearly.”

You refused to give him any response, not when you could not even comprehend the jumbled emotions you were feeling. You folded your arms defiantly and faced away from your boyfriend.

“What’s Jungkook to you, really?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You kept your back to Namjoon. “A friend.”

“Just a friend?”

“A client, who became a really good friend. Okay?”

Namjoon’s eyes were boring through your back. “I told you, I don’t like being lied to.” Despite his level and calm voice, you still felt the anger brimming underneath.

“And I told you, Jungkook was a client, who became a really good friend.” You finally turned to look at your boyfriend, your eyes set on his, staring back at him sternly. However his lack of response continued to feed the uneasiness in you. Your heart beat faster, every logical instinct in you screamed for you to look away, but you could not. You had to stare him down for him to believe your words.

“Okay,” he reached out to cup your cheek. Despite the gentle gesture, you still held your breath. “Let’s go back inside, she’s worried.”

Embarrassment filled you, and your flight instinct kicked in. “You go,Joon. Finish your dinner with your sister. I’ll call her later to apologize.”

“Where are you going?” 

“Home.” You turned away, avoiding your boyfriend’s questioning look. You flagged down a taxi “Are you coming back to my place?”

His jaws clenched, he was clearly unhappy but he still opened the taxi door for you, ever the gentleman. “I’m not going to yours tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

The finality in his tone was followed by a slam of the door. You watched him go back into the restaurant, long strides leading him away from you without even a glance back. You exhaled shakily, angry and disappointed at yourself. You decided you did not want to be alone, you did not want to go home if he was not going to be there later. So you gave the taxi driver Hoseok’s address, instead of yours.

~~~

You came home to Namjoon’s place earlier than planned, to the sound of the shower running. Namjoon must have just gotten home too, you thought, and you plopped down on his bed, debating whether to join him or wait for him to finish.

Before you could make a decision, you noticed his notebook- the one where he wrote down all his musings and short poems- open on his side of the bed. You never looked through the book, only reading what he wanted to show you. Curiosity got the better of you, though, so you took a peek.

If I could be under your skin

Closer than we’ve ever been

Wanna lock you up in my sight

But you run away like fish

You stared at his scribbles. Were these lines about you? Was that how he felt about you? Your chest thumped, your mind reeled back to the conversation you had with Hoseok earlier that night.

“Marriage and kids, Hoseok, that’s what he wants.”

“Then tell him that’s not what you want.”

“What if I lose him?”

“Then you lose him. Isn’t it better than living in a lie? Pretending to want something you actually don’t?”

Your heart constricted. Did Namjoon know, was that the reason he wrote these down? 

“I know it’s hard, babe. I can see how Namjoon makes you happy, but his golden dick aside, you’re not built for the long run. You and I are the same, we’re too selfish, we’re better off on our own.”

Was that true what Hoseok said? You had been free, yes, before Namjoon, doing things on your own terms and satisfying your urges on your own schedule. But being with Namjoon was good too. He was kind, he challenged you intellectually, he gave you attention the way none of your previous fuck buddies ever did once sex was over. That was not a bad thing, was it? And you knew you gave a lot to Namjoon too. The museums, the parks, the poetry reading and discussion- you gave him your time for all that. Were you supposed to give more? 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the bathroom door opened. You immediately move to stand up, away from the notebook, pretending you just got home then instead of a few minutes earlier.

“You’re home,” your boyfriend greeted you in surprise. “Thought you’d party longer with Hoseok tonight.”

You stared wide eyed at Namjoon- bare chest, towel slung low on his hips. He ruffled his wet hair with his hands, biceps flexing naturally. 

“Can’t keep up with his energy anymore, besides why would I waste my time there when this is waiting for me at home?” You made your way to the bathroom, brushing your hand across his abs as you walked past him. You surprised yourself at how calm you sounded.

He followed you, chuckling at your teasing. He leaned on the bathroom door as you started removing your makeup at the sink. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you going to put any clothes on?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Am I distracting you?”

“You’re going to catch a cold.” You scolded, but he just folded his arms across his broad chest. “How was your night with Yoongi?”

“It was good, he’s turning me into a whiskey drinker.” He moved to stand behind you, you could see from his reflection how his eyes were roaming up and down your body. The reaction in you was instantaneous. You pressed your legs together to dam the growing arousal. “He invited me to write some lyrics with him.”

“Really? Joon! That’s amazing!” You straightened up and attempted to turn to hug him, but his arms stopped you, keeping your back to him. You watched his reflection intently; the way a rumble escaped his throat when he pulled the zipper of your dress down, the way he bit his lower lip as he pushed the garment off your shoulders, the way he purred as the material fell around your ankles, leaving you in your lacy bra and thong, and your trusted thigh high stockings.

“Kim Namjoon, poet and lyricist,” you shuddered as his large hands ghosted over your bare skin. “Fuck, that’s so hot, Joon.”

He smirked. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. Was planning to celebrate with you tomorrow,” he paused to trail kisses from your shoulder to your neck. “didn’t want to tire you out tonight, but it looks like you’re ready for our own private party, aren’t you baby?” His hand slithered under your thong, and your eyes fluttered shut as he ran a single digit between your folds, enticing more wetness to seep out.

“Open your eyes, baby. Watch yourself while I finger you open.”

His thick, long finger pushed its way into your hole, his palm flushed against your throbbing sex, keeping you in place. You exhaled shakily, as you forced your eyes open, and your mind immediately short circuited at what you saw. His large hand bulged underneath your little thong, stretching the material as he finger fucked you. 

“That’s it, baby,” another digit joined in, “keep watching, look at how much you enjoy my fingers.”

Eyes transfixed on your own reflection, you clenched harder around his pumping fingers. Your face was bare of makeup and pasty, eyes red from the party and the alcohol, but all your senses were lit up on fire and he continued to stroke it to burn hotter and brighter. You mewled when a third finger joined into your hole, and you gripped his wrist, half in protest, half in encouragement. You felt stretched, but not yet full. 

Namjoon wrapped his free hand around your waist and pulled you up, his hard chest plastered against your back. “Breathe, baby, relax,” he soothed you, “you know I gotta stretch you out, your little pussy’s too tight for my cock.”

You whimpered at his words. For a poet, he had such a dirty mouth. And he knew how much you liked it.

“Can you take one more, hmm?” The hand on your middle traveled up to latch on your breast. “Or do you think you’re ready for me?”

You grinded on his crotch as a response, both mouth and cunt salivating at the hardness nestled on your back. 

“You want it now, don’t you?” He pulled his fingers out and you panted, eyes still locked with his, although a lot more glazed with lust and unbridled desires. He tugged his towel loose, letting it fall to the floor. He moved his hand from your breast to the space between your shoulder blades, pushing your body down and forward. With your ass sticking out, he spanked the flesh a few times before pulling your thong roughly off you.

“Why do you even wear this pathetic thing,” he tutted, tossing your underwear to the floor. He then cupped your asscheeks to open you up, to have your pulsating center opened and exposed to his eyes. “New house rule, baby. You’re only allowed to wear these stockings here, nothing else. Gotta keep you ready for my cock at all times.” 

He slapped his length on your sopping pussy a few times, eliciting cries out of your mouth. He truly could turn you into a sopping mess with such little effort. Desperate, you pushed yourself back at him, your eyes and body begging for him as your mind melted in horniness, unable to form any sentences to tell him what you wanted.

Namjoon understood immediately- he was tuned in to you like that, having learned how your body responded to his stimuli. He lined himself to your dripping entrance and started pushing in deeper and deeper. 

You gave up trying to keep your eyes open. “Ah, daddy…”

“That’s right, baby,” he bottomed out. “Who’s your daddy?”

“You… you…” 

He pulled out slowly then pushed himself back in even more excruciatingly slow. “What’s your daddy’s name?”

If I could be under your skin…

“Namjoon,” you breathed out, “Kim Namjoon. Oh!”

He slammed in, spearing you into delirium in one movement. “Fuck, baby,” he puffed, “wish you could see how hot you are right now. Shit. You got your phone in here?”

You tightened at what he was hinting at. 

“You want that, baby? We should record ourselves, huh? You’d love this, your puffy lips around my cock, fuck!” His pace quickened. The slapping sounds of your skin and his grew deafening. “And these thigh highs? Fucking hell!”

He faltered once, and you knew he was losing the iron grip control he normally displayed during sex. You raised yourself up, grasping the back of his neck, anchoring yourself. In return, he wrapped you tighter to his chest, his large hands clutching your breasts, as if they were a lifeline for his sanity.

Closer than we’ve ever been…

Your eyes locked onto the bodies in the mirror, watching the pornographic scene. Molded to his body, he continued pounding you from behind, bouncing you on his cock. You slid a hand down to your clit, thrumming the bud frantically to chase your orgasm.

“Keep your eyes open, baby, watch us, watch us cum together.” His shaky voice was desperate, needy.

Wanna lock you up in my sight…

You kept on attacking your clit, feeling the heat rising and rising till it finally exploded, your eyes instinctively closing as your body froze in ecstasy, cunt clamping down on his cock. A growl penetrated your haze, he released his seed deep into you as his muscly arms nearly crushed your body.

But you ran away like fish…

Tears running down your face, you breathlessly clung to him, not willing to let him go just yet.

~~~

The kitchen was quiet except for the sounds of dishes clattering and your hissing at Namjoon to be careful.

“God knows where Seokjin bought all these from. Our combined salary isn't enough to cover any damages.” You passed another plate to your boyfriend, glaring at him as a warning to be more careful.

“It’s just a plate.” He took the plate and dried it with a dishtowel, before putting it ever so slowly on the counter. You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration.

“Yes, and again, that plate probably costs more than your precious art books. Why the hell does Seokjin not have a dishwasher in here?”

Namjoon scoffed, and continued taking the washed dishes from you to dry them. It was utterly domestic, you thought, especially since you and your boyfriend used the kitchen only to make coffee and the occasional ramyeon. Sharing living space with him was surprisingly easy, for you had your own corners of organized chaos- his tower of books by the sofa, your piles of documents by your side of the bed, his shoes taking half of the space by the entryway, your own thrown into a rack nearby. He had his own mess, you had yours; he left yours alone and you did not touch his. It was a perfect co-existence.

So doing something as simple as washing dishes- even in your boss’ kitchen- felt somewhat special. Namjoon seemed to feel the same; he was humming and throwing you little smiles, but it turned out he had something else in mind.

“Remember what you asked me a few days ago?”

“You have to be more specific. I asked a lot of things from you.” 

He lowered his voice. “I’m referring to the threesome.”

You dropped the metal ladle you were rinsing into the sink, the clanging noise echoed loudly through the kitchen, and beyond. “Don’t break anything!” Seokjin shouted from the living room. You glared at your boyfriend. Namjoon held back a giggle, and you both stayed quiet until Seokjin and Jungkook’s laughter filled the apartment again.

“They’re busy gaming, they won’t hear us.” Namjoon took the ladle and dried it dutifully. You moved on to wash the chopsticks. 

“If I remember correctly, you dismissed my question that night,” you shot him an accusatory look. “Why are you suddenly asking now?”

He took the rinsed chopsticks from you and wiped them down before half-throwing them onto the drying rack. You winced; your gentle giant had already forgotten the warning you gave him earlier.

“I’ve kind of been thinking about it.”

“Oh?” You reached for the silver spoons in the sink, scrubbing it to the rhythm of your increasing heartbeat.

“I’ve thought,” his voice went lower into a whisper, like the kind he used to whisper his dirty talk into your ear, “if we were to do it, it’d have to be with someone we’re both comfortable with, right?”

With your eyes still glued on the spoons, you nodded.

“So, I kind of went through the list of our mutual friends, for someone we might invite to our bed.”

You rinsed the spoons, the warm water from the tap only made you feel more feverish. Was this what domesticity was about? Talking about sexual fantasies and kinks while doing the most mundane household chore? 

“And?” You stole a glance at your boyfriend. 

“What do you think of Seokjin?”

Upon hearing the name, you paused and turned slowly to face your boyfriend. Was he serious? Was he really considering having your very handsome, very hot boss involved in a sexual act with the two of you? 

“He’s handsome, and I think he’d be fun. But yeah, that’d put you in an awkward situation, right?” Namjoon murmured, taking your silence as a sign of disapproval. “I thought of Jungkook too, but he probably would get too competitive, and I’m not going to go head to head with someone who hates losing.”

You were flabbergasted. You did not expect your boyfriend to have this deep of an analysis to a question you had asked when drunk.

“Hoseok, maybe?” Your boyfriend continued, scratching his chin. You were losing your mind. Namjoon’s expression was serious, deep in thought, and he kept talking, getting the thoughts out of his brilliant brain to weigh all the pros and cons. It was so logical and systematic, the way he was picking out which of your friend’s cock he would allow you to have, as if he was deciding which bicycle to buy. “But it’s tricky because you used to date, right? What if during the threesome sparks flew again between you two and I got kicked out.”

“We did not date. We tried, and failed spectacularly.” You found your voice to protest. Hoseok would not be too bad of a choice. He was fun  and adventurous, his physique was different from Namjoon’s, and you had to admit the two of them painted a very tantalizing picture in your mind. Moreover, your boyfriend and your best friend both had a very similar tendency to take charge. You liked the idea indeed.

“Nah, I’m not taking my chances. Are you done with those?” He pointed at the spoons in your hands. You had been rinsing them under the running water. He took them from you to wipe them down, before throwing them onto the drying rack. You winced again at the sound, and in your heightened state, a whiny gasp escaped.

The sound did not go unnoticed. A corner of his mouth went up as he wiped his hands dry. He then turned to you, taking your hands into his. He started wiping your fingers one by one. The air had shifted, tension coiling around you both.

“That leaves us with Yoongi,” you dared to say. Namjoon’s jaw clenched. 

“Or the jazz singer,” dragon eyes bored into yours. “There must be a reason you introduced me to him.”

Heart pounding, you attempted to put on a coy smile, although inside you were panicking. It was hitting a little too close to a memory you did not want to resurrect. “He’s a good singer and I just thought you’d enjoy listening to his stuff.”

He bit his lower lip and your knees nearly buckled. It was not fair how easily your body reacted to him; you were like a Pavlovian bitch in heat. “He’s drop dead gorgeous too. You have a thing for musicians, don’t you?”

You knew he was baiting you so you had to judge if giving him a little more glimpse of your past would favor you or anger him. Instinctively, you wanted to provoke him a little; a jealous Namjoon was a dominant Namjoon, and you were addicted to that side of him.

“I have a thing,” you placed your hands on his chest, enjoying the hard muscles there, “for a poet who can make me swoon and drench my panties in a single stanza.”

The rumble in his chest signaled his contentment to your words. “And does this poet satisfy you?”

Your hands snaked around his neck. “In more ways than one,” you purred, stroking his ego further.

“Good,” he gripped your chin. He did not need to say more, you understood from the sharp gaze of his eyes and the pressure on your skin that the conversation was over. A mixture of disappointment and arousal brimmed over you in the form of a sigh, and he descended on your mouth. You resigned to his eager lips and tongue, and raised yourself on your toes to clutch onto him tighter, to show him- and yourself- that he was more than enough for you, that you needed no one else but him.

The kiss turned feverish quickly, and you fought the urge to climb and wrap your legs around him. He sensed your desperate need, his hands cupped your ass roughly but before he could lift you up, a voice interrupted your impromptu hot and heavy makeout session.

“Do not soil my kitchen, please.” Seokjin walked past you to get a new bottle of sikhye. Despite his warning words, his eyes ogled your ass covered in Namjoon’s large hands. “Go fuck like rabbits at your own place, not here.” 

You bit back a squeal when Namjoon squeezed your ass cheek a little too harshly. You looked up at him and noticed his sharp jawline twitched once, then twice. A gush of arousal flooded your panties instantly, and you knew what lay ahead when you got back home.

~~~

“Um, I don’t think this is my table.”

You looked up from your book to find a towering figure of a man, dressed casually in a matching yellow sweatshirt and sweatpants, looking down at you with a confused expression on his face.

“This is the table Mrs. Shin has reserved, sir,” the restaurant hostess explained politely, though a little patronizing.

“Yet that is not my mother,” the man pointed at you.

“I was supposed to meet MY mother for lunch; this table is under her name, isn’t it?” You questioned the hostess, the same person who had led you to this very table just a few minutes earlier.

“Ah, yes, the table was reserved under two names,” she checked her slim tablet and read out the names, “for two people.”

You looked at the man, both of you sporting a bewildered yet determined look at the mix-up. You would not give up the table you were already at for this man and his mother, no matter how intimidating he looked in yellow. And tall. And big. And handsome.

The hostess interrupted your staredown. “My apologies, there is a recent note left on the reservation. Mrs Shin wrote that,” she looked at you, her customer service smile in full force, “her son and her friend’s daughter will be taking the table instead.”

“Huh?” The man looked even more lost. You fished out your phone to call and question your mother.

The hostess raised her eyebrows, her fake smile still intact. “This is your table, sir.”

“But, my mo-”

“She set you up. Your mothers set you up.”

Your thumb paused over the green call button. “What do you mean by that?”

“This is a blind date,” the woman sounded exasperated. “That man is your blind date. And she’s your blind date, sir.”

She pulled the chair across from you for the man, as if to emphasize her point, as well as a signal that her part in whatever plan your mother had cooked up was done. The man eyed you carefully; he still looked confused, you thought, but there was a splash of curiosity in his almond eyes.

You thanked the hostess, and shook your head as she bounded away, free at last. 

“My mom did mention she met an old high school friend a couple of weeks ago,” the man sighed with a soft laugh. “I’m betting my life savings your mom mentioned something similar to you too?”

You nodded, your mother had indeed. “Yup. Now that she’s retired, she seems to be always up to no good.”

The man chuckled, and your eyes widened at the deep dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Well, so what now?”

Did his voice just go lower? “We can throw this back at them,” you leaned forward, and he mimicked your movement. You swallowed. He was very handsome indeed, but there was something else that made him very attractive… you couldn’t put a finger to it.

“What have you got in mind?”

Sex appeal. That was it. This man was oozing with sex appeal. “We could tell them we left the moment we found out their plan, but,” you licked your lips, “at least the sex was phenomenal.”

Cocking his head, he stared you down. You had done this before, with more formidable opponents, across a conference room or in a courtroom, but you had never felt this exposed; his eyes continued boring through yours, making your cheeks burn uncontrollably.

He shifted in his seat to lean in more, to get even closer to you, clasping his hands on the table. You glanced down- dear god, his hands were big, and you knew what they said about big hands. 

“I like that plan, but you see, I have a little problem with that,” his voice was low and gravely, and you felt like you were running out of air to breathe. “I don’t lie to my mother. So the sex… it’d better be phenomenal.”

You bit your lower lip, preventing a moan from escaping. Fucking hell, where had this man been all your life?

“Deal.” You packed your things and stood up. He followed suit. The hostess looked at you quizzically as you left, and you did not hear what the man said to her to make her gasp audibly. The low rumble of laughter followed you out and into a taxi. After a quick discussion, it was surmised that his place was much closer, and you both stayed quiet during the short drive. You did not trust yourself to say anything, not even to ask for his name, for you were sure the only thing that would come out of your mouth was loud, appreciative hums over how long his legs were, how big his thighs looked under the sweatpants, how long his fingers were gripping his kneecap, and how HOT he felt sitting next to you. In short, you were a horny mess, and you did not need the taxi driver to witness the lack of impropriety you were willing to commit for the man next to you.

On arrival, he ushered you out and with his palm firm on the small of your back, he led you up to his door. He stepped in front of you to key in his code, it again hit you how BIG he was. You realized he was not much taller than Seokjin and Taehyung, but why was he so big? 

The door opened with a beep and he stepped in, you hot on his heels. Right after you both removed your shoes, he turned to you, literally sandwiching you between the door and his wall of a chest. 

“You sure about this?”

You looked up at him, at his dark dragon eyes, at his jaws clenching. “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

He leaned down towards you and you raised yourself on your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss started soft, safe, the bravado from the restaurant seemed to dissipate, taken over by the curiosity of new touch, new taste, new sensation. You tilted your head to let him in more, for his tongue to slither in, to lick into your mouth, and when you moaned against his mouth, he lifted you up so effortlessly, giving relief to your calves. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist (god, what a tree to climb this man was), and his large hands cupped your ass, keeping you secure in his hold. You felt him moving, and you opened your eyes when he broke the kiss to explore your neck. He was walking to his bedroom, you presumed, andyou saw flashes of leafy green and wood undertones in his apartment. Combined with the bright yellow color he had on, your mind wondered briefly who he really was.

He lay you down on his bed, his hands left your ass to hastily undress you- impatience kicking in, clothes strewn about to the floor, until you were lying under him, skin rubbing against skin as your mouths met again to swallow each other’s moans. His hand roamed to graze against your hard nipple, then down between your legs, an appreciative hum vibrated in his chest at the wetness found there.

His face appeared in your vision as he raised himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. His eyes widened a little when your face scrunched a little, a reaction to his thick finger finding his way deep into your hole. He shuffled to spread your legs with his, all the while still pinning you down with his large body, leaving you little room to move. 

You gripped his biceps when a second finger went in, moaning helplessly at the intrusion. His eyes never left you- they were watching you like a hawk for every pleasure and displeasure, observing you carefully to know when and how far he could go.

A hitched breath from you lifted a corner of his mouth up, and he moved his fingers faster. You held on to him more tightly, your manicured nails digging into his skin, determined to leave their marks. You could hear how wet you were, his fingers juicing more and more liquid out of you, and then you felt it. A brush against that promising spot inside you that made you gasp and tighten, and you knew from the look in his eyes that he got you. Hook, line and sinker.

He shifted again, to spread your legs wider and to grip your hair, to ensure that you were looking at him and him only, his fingers not losing an ounce of momentum. He coaxed you higher and higher, and you held your eyes open as much as you could, not daring to break his eye contact.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you,” his low voice loud amidst the squelching sounds from down below, “I can feel it.”

You could not find the words to answer him, so your hands left his biceps for his shoulders, holding on to them for dear life.

“Come on baby, cum on my fingers, gotta get you as wet as possible for daddy’s big cock.”

That did it. You immediately careened into your climax, pussy clamping down yet his fingers still moved, even faster. You nearly cried when he pulled out so suddenly, leaving you so agonizingly empty, but a wet swipe of tongue made your back arched precariously high, and you lost control of what was happening when his mouth worked you to… prolong your orgasm? Or was this a back to back orgasm? Fuck, you did not care, you just wanted more and more and more.

You whimpered, your body oversensitized in the best of ways, and he finally left your quivering pussy. You felt him leave the bed altogether, and you wanted to protest, but no words came out other than wordless sounds begging him to come back. The bed dipped so you lifted your head, only to find him rolling a condom down his cock, and fuck, what a cock! If you thought Taehyung was big, this was another definition altogether.

He lined himself up and looked at you for a green light. You nodded, bracing yourself for what to come. He entered slowly- so painfully slow- and you understood he did not want to hurt you, but your cunt was aching so much, you just wanted him to split you open with his big dick and make you see stars for days. And so you did what you never, ever did with anyone else.

“Daddy,” you breathed out the honorific, “just fuck me hard please.”

His whole body froze. “You sure?”

“Yes. I’m so fucking horny,” you held his gaze and repeated your request, “ just fuck me hard as hard as you can. Please.”

You heard a growl- he growled, dear god!- before you felt the full girth and length of his cock ramming into you. You cried as he fucked you like you had asked him to, hard and fast, making his bed creak, the sound competing against the slapping of your skins and the wails from your mouth. He lifted your legs, resting them on his sweaty chest as he pounded you, then he slowed down when he felt you closing in to your climax. You sobbed in pure neediness, but he pulled out and flipped you over, and in one smooth motion, he was back inside again, fucking you into the mattress. His large hand was on your neck to hold you down, the other kneading and smacking your ass. 

“No marks, no marks,” you panted in a moment of clarity. You let go enough to call him daddy, but not enough for him to leave marks on you.

He complied immediately, leaning down to pin your body as he continued to pound you. His hands searched for yours, to link his fingers with yours as his hips started to stutter. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned to your neck. You clenched. “Come with me, baby, come- fuck!”

The final climax took you out, you blinked away the post-orgasm haze as he removed himself from you, freeing you from his body weight. You could not move, except to gingerly turn your head to look at him, lying next to you on his back, his chest rising up and down.

“That was amazing.”

“Amazing is not phenomenal,” you managed to say, voice hoarse. Your throat was so parched. “You’d still be lying to your mom.”

He chuckled. “Give me five minutes. Then we can try again.”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. “I’m _______, by the way.”

“I’m Namjoon.” His arm reached over to shake your lifeless one. “Nice to meet you. Do you like poetry?”

You called your mother later that night, annoyed at first at her attempt to set you up, but ended up telling her you would be meeting Namjoon again, maybe for a museum date in a week or so. No, not this coming week, you were swamped with work (and a threesome appointment but she definitely did not need to know that) and yes, he was very nice, and yes, she picked a winner, and no, let us not be too hasty, you would like to take it slow, though in your mind you already knew you wanted to see him again, and again, to have him fuck the living daylights out of you with his golden dick. But of course, you said nothing of the sort to your mother.

~~~

TONIGHT

You look at your phone again. 11:58pm.

Namjoon said he would be back soon, and that was an hour ago. You aren’t worried, you know he’s at Yoongi’s studio. The two of them have gotten along like houses on fire, musically and otherwise, and you should feel happy, right? Your investment banker turned published poet boyfriend is now writing song lyrics with and for the hottest music producer in the country. That’s hot, that’s fucking sexy.

But still, you feel annoyed. You love that your friends get along with Namjoon, but lately it seems Namjoon prefers spending time with them more than with you. Granted you nearly killed his bonsai after he entrusted you to look after it during his family vacation in Japan. And that you complained non stop during a 15-minute bicycle ride along the river. And that you nag him over the mess he left in the bathroom. And that he dislikes how you kick him awake when he starts snoring.

And when petty bickering makes its way into full-blown arguments.

And when you face away from each other when you go to bed.

And when you keep refusing his invitation to spend the big holidays with his family. Which now includes Jungkook.

And when you evade any question about the future.

‘Let’s just see how we go’ is banned from your vocabulary, unless for the moments when you feel especially petty to pick a fight with him.

You sigh. You might as well go to sleep now; even if he comes home in the next five seconds, what are you going to do? The sex is still good, but you’re far from in the mood for it. You sigh again while making yourself comfortable under the blanket, willing yourself to fall asleep.

Only sleep continues to evade you. Too many thoughts are running through your head, and one in particular is shouting louder than the rest. You block it out. Shut up. Sleep.

And still, you lie awake. Till the door beeps, signaling your boyfriend returning home. You keep your body unmoving, eyes vacant, staring at the window, away from your bedroom door. You hear him come in, and there is a hint of alcohol in the air now. Your heart sinks. He wasn’t just working with Yoongi, he was also drinking with Yoongi. The realization gives an ominous feeling. 

You hold your breath when the bed dips. So he decides to get in bed even without changing. Great. Then you feel his breath on your neck.

“Baby? You awake?”

An instinct to stay quiet and continue lying like a dead fish crosses your mind, but your heart aches, and you know tonight might just be the night. 

You rollover to find yourself face to face with him. His hair is longer now, messy, ruffled no doubt by the winter winds outside because he forgot to wear his beanie again. You reach out to tuck an errand strand behind his ear. He smiles gently. 

You continue staring at each other, so many words to be said yet none is said at all. It feels like he knows as well as you do, the chapter is ending and another is starting. You both have avoided this conversation far too long, stringing each other along with the amazing sex and soul shaking orgasms. You take a deep breath, and he does too. It is time.

“I think we should break up.”

A/N: dont hate me for the ending please 😅 I just can't see any other way for the series to end, esp after the Jimin chapter. Come shout at me if you're upset. Or you can reblog so more readers can see how much I hate happy endings ☺️ Thank you for reading! Series Masterlist: Little Black Book

Published 06022023 Crossposted to my ao3

[trippinsorrows]

I'm sorry but Solana finding out the truth about Roman is gonna be deliciously angsty 😭😭😭😭 imagine that man "trapped" in his bachelor condo full of memories of Solana, but not only that, the place is full of Raya too 😭 that man can't make himself a damn coffee without spotting Raya's sippy cups 🫠🫠🫠

no, literally! he is devastated at her being gone. completely heartbroken. the way it played out. the way she looked at him with such disgust and betrayal. but especially the part where she said, "stay the hell away from me and my daughter." because that's their daughter. omg the angst of it all!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ramonag-if]

I just had to tell you. The way you write family angst? Akin to how our old pal Da Vinci wields a paintbrush. Masterfully.

When Ahlf died? I was gutted. Genuinely. I'd been watching him and MC interact, holding out hope that they'd one day get to form a... warmer father-child relationship. Then he died. MC watched him die. I watched him die. I MC was so devastated, I MC called Crown's name stupid (Sorry, Crown. You too, Irus). Let it be noted that I'd been playing the shy/sincere MC till then. I was so gutted, MC moped/angsted all the way to the temple, while I sat there internally blubbering over the loss of MC's grumpy, emotionally unavailable, father.

(In case it hasn't been made clear yet, I also have father issues in the spades).

(Also, MC recovered their shy/sincere nature eventually. And became absolutely besotted with Irus. He obviously already knew, but still. Don't tell him that.)

(You can bet that I MC took all the chances to mourn/blubber over Ahlf whenever the chance came up, though. Those chances did come up frequently enough, now that I think about it. That moment when MC goes through Ahlf's box of letters in his room at Ellie's castle, mourning him and whatnot. Thanks for that, by the way. Really. I'm glad you didn't gloss over the persisting, subtle ache that comes with loss, which so many stories seem to do.)

Then, Salyra. Mama. MC had thought she was dead. I was convinced she was dead. So, seeing her alive and well and with a whole new husband and child to boot was. Wow.

By then, I had already fully immersed into the story. And while I don't see MC as myself, rather as an odd extension of my soul that I'm watching like some omniscient being who has nothing better to do with their time, I was, well.

Gutted. Again. And MC, too.

I MC's been going back and forth between being uncertain or bitterly angry for a while now. And Maybe accidentally gave Rana a Mean Look while still reeling over how Salyra was alive, with a new family.

When Salyra protected Rana from MC's Big Bad Stare and gave MC a disappointed look? Wow. Delicious scene. MC damn near imploded into a very sad confetti of abandonment and bitterness anger, but I really have to admit. That was peak writing and character interaction right there.

The best thing? None of the characters were demonized for all the things they'd done wrong. Not Ahlf, not Salyra, not MC. They were so human, in their actions and reactions and emotions and tears. You can hate them, you can love them, you can feel nothing about them, but they weren't just characters with an 'MC's parents: kind of really bad at it' label tacked on. They were characters made human, fleshed out and alive and raw.

Which is why it makes it hurt so much more. Makes all the family angst hurt so, so much more.

And I'm all for that, obviously.

Ah, and a special mention! The scene where MC just hugs Irus for comfort after another showdown with Salyra? Spectacular. Outstanding. Covering your arm with gold star stickers as we speak. I have to admit, I damn near melted at that scene. They're so cute. God.

Aaand after that long, long spiel that was definitely just 90% rambling, I'm bringing whatever this mess is to a close. So, Ra; (can I call you that? It sounds cool) thank you for bringing this story into existence, and for sharing it with us all. It was a lovely, beautiful experience, and I'm excited to see what lies ahead in this bloody wild ride you're taking us all on. You're awesome. Once again, thank you!!

Ah, thank you so much! 😭💖 Your message just made me smile like a fool! I don't think I'm anywhere near Da Vinci levels in writing family angst, so it means a lot to me that you enjoyed what I've written so far.

I felt really bad at the way Ahlf died, but his death had been planned long before Chapter 1 had been written. His death was supposed to be less dramatic than the way he went, but as I do try to remind readers, I'm a pantser opposed to a planner when writing so I rarely stick to my chapter outlines and will usually just go with my gut 😅 Ahlf's death really set the tone for the rest of the game, so I'm glad you enjoyed all the small moments to simply mourn his death. I knew that I was going into IF the way I normally write books - emotions are valued over branching/plot points.

Salyra was never going to be this complicated. She wasn't going to be married with another child either 😅 I obviously ignored plans and went right ahead into Angst Central, because I kept questioning Salyra as a mother and the person she would have become in the absence of Ahlf and the MC and suddenly, she was very complicated and brought a lot of baggage.

It was definitely important to showcase that it isn't all good and bad with Ahlf and Salyra. I know neither of them is perfect - no parent is perfect though they are quite far from that bar of being good parents 😬 You'll always get the choice to feel as you feel and the characters will always respond to your MC's choices. I do prefer the emotional development of the characters to the external factors, so glad you're feeling it too!

I actually enjoyed the scene where the MC cries into the ROs shoulder opposed to the hug. But that's just me, being an emotional wreck of a person when playing IF 😅

Please feel free to call me whatever you want 😋 I am quite liking Ra because Ra is my favourite Egyptian god and from my many nicknames over the years, I've never been called Ra before 😂

Thank you again for your support and kind words! I really do appreciate it 💖 It really makes writing the game worthwhile and pushes me to continue writing it.

[bug-decal-kissing]

Hey friends!

A new work, A Warm Embrace by The ComputerofDoom, was published today, with 1/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Sad Flashback, Happy Story, Wholesome, Sweet, Silly, References to Depression"

You can read it here:

Scarab really walked into his house and went 'damn bitch, you live like this?' AND THEN HE HELPED HIM YEAAAAAAH !!! He's already in love, I can tell/silly. I'm so happy for the wholesomeness, there's so much delicious angst, I need something soft/pos.

Paper Bag, by Msloverm, was updated today, with 5/? Chapters released! It is Not Rated and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, with additional tags "Slow Burn, Arguing, Eventual Romance, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Office, Interrogation, Kissing, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drunkenness, Awkwardness, Blushing, Mutual Pining, Why Did I Write This?, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Enemies to Lovers, Mild Gore, Unresolved Tension, Swearing"

You can read it here:

I cannae believe it took Scarab moving in with Prismo for him to realise he likes him/silly. They are both so silly and I need them to talk so they can kiss again/j. Now we shall see how long it takes Scarab to realise that Prismo is writing enemies to lovers slowburn about them !!!/j

NSFW works are below the cut :].

A new work, Act of Worship by othersin, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "god AU, prismo is the moon god, scarab is the sun god, Body Worship, Body Paint, Teasing"

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MORE GOD AU YAAAAAAAAY !!!! The worldbuilding is DELICIOUS! Snake Prismo is my favourite; he's so gooberly and in love with his husband :] and teasing Scarab YES PLEASE <33333 they are in love and it is good./gen

Interlinked, by Finn565, was updated today, with 5/13 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, with additional tags "Human AU, Blade Runner AU, I played pretty lose with the lore so forgive me for that, Violence, not too gorey tho, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Orbo is a piece of shit, sorry I just made him that way in this fic"

You can read it here:

FREE MY BOY HE DID NOTHING WRONG :( also BETTY CAMEO YEAAAAAH <3 Thus begins Scarab's character redemption arc/silly. My poor boy is having an identity crisis and also might DIE ogh I'm so excited about the next chapter!!

[lizadale]

MISS! I Cast *Fluff Attack* as retaliation to your tripple angst attack. You got me to 2/21 hp like damn. /j

Fr though, poor sad clown, i hope he dies stuck in a glue trap.

So. I got the motivation to write for the Polterpup speaks fic C:

{“This is what you ate?”

“Yes.” Luigi Picked up the can that were still on the floor, a tripping hazard Dimentio said when he saw it, then he went to a free counter and opened it “Not a single drop left, that’s impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“We could see the other’s of the same brand?” Luigi asked

“Yeah but it could’ve been just this one can too.”

“True but if we don’t want a talking we best not rule out any possibility” “It could just pass too.” Luigi said, moving back to the shelf.

“It keeps sassing me, I’m not tanking any chances.” Dimentio hissed

“If you say so.”

---

"Good Morning!" They greeted Mario on the gardens, everything is dormant and it's beautiful. He widened his eyes but he knelt to pet them.

"Hello Doggy!"

"How are you? did you have breakfast? I didn't. You still have the best jerky treats?"

After they showed Luigi where they eat the most delicious treat. Dimentio was still very confused and asked for them to stay away from the kitchens for the time being. "Who knows what will happen if you eat anything else you shouldn't?" He argued when the pup asked about the scraps.

"Sure do, " He said reaching for his pocket, he barely pulled the package out of it when Luigi jumped down from somewhere screaming "No, Bro Wait!!" then there was Dimentio's jingle.

"Huh?" Mario stopped midway through opening it, they could sniff it's tastiness too…

"As you can hear, Polterpup can talk now." Dimentio told.

"Yes and…?"

"Apparently, it's because they ate something weird," Luigi continues for him. "And I'm afraid of what will happen if something else mix to it."

"Like the children's book series?"

"i guess?" "the what now?" Luigi and Dimentio said at the same time. They looked at each other and Dimentio gestured for him to continue.

"I don't know if it was a abc soup it ate, but something like it definitely happened"

"Can you tell me the title of the book for later research?"

"Dio, do you even read children books?"

"It became relevant."

"I mean if you want it, but there's nothing-"

"Are they always like that?" Mario said with amusement in his voice.

"Most of the time, they stopped doing it for important things now though, that's how they say "i love you" i think." The puppy says while watching, they see Mario placing a hand on his chin as to contemplate their thoughts.

"You are very smart", he says after a minute.

"Yes! I'm a smart puppy!" They say. "Smart puppy gets treats?" they do their best pleading eyes

"No." Both Luigi and Dimentio stop their thing to say it to them.

"Aw…"

Mario gets down to their level and ask "Hey Puppy can you do me a favor?"

"I can!" Maybe helpful pups gets treats? that they don’t say out loud, hopefully.

"Go to the Peach and ask her to come to the garden"

"Okay!" They say and rush towards the castle, then they stop and go back "Wait, who's the Peach?"

Mario tilts his head "You don't know?"

"No, I've heard of her before but i don't know anybody named Peach "

"But weren't you playing with her and Toadette yesterday? The girl with the crown?"

"The Princess? She got two names?" they said with an air of wonder.

"Yeah, people call her Princess Peach most of the time"

"So those koopas weren't talking about The Princess and Peach yesterday?"

"The castle guard?"

"No. they were outside trying to get in but not by the doors. Dimentio told I couldn't scare the toads, so i scared them instead until you called me to play." They tell "I had to bite the big one to scare him though. but I won't tell anyone because good pups aren't supposed to bite."

"Bro, you'll stay until the weekend, right?" Mario turns to Luigi with a hopefull look.

"Sorry, I've already thawed tomorrow's roast." Luigi said "Also it's Dio's choosing how we're spending this holiday you know he gets fussy around parties."

"Dump him."

"Is everyone in this castle out to ruin my patience" Dimentio grumbles "I'm right here!" Luigi makes the funny holding in laughter face before dragging him out by his forearm “You are not going to like the day I lose it, I swear.” He Says when he’s almost out of earshot.}

Don't worry Puppy nobody knows you bit the Big Koopa ;)

i had to stop here because i couldn't stop snickering, i almost woke up my nephew twice, hope you're having a good day ^-^

(formated the pc and lost the little guy T-T)

JFISDLK "Dump him." i mean it's a sound solution...

also there's something very in-character about Mario encountering a talking dog and just shrugging. it is the mushroom kingdom after all

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch.45- Pandora's Box

Summary: Lee and Jo's colorful morning turns gray. Britt's in a panic. Jo stands by her man and both work together as a team. Gone baby gone. A shocking twist is revealed as Lee opens the bloody truth. A hasty reunion takes place. Where for art thou Dr. Dave? Lee's hand is forced as a climatic cliffhanger ends the chaotic chapter.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, alcohol use, anxiety med side effect depictions, drug mentions, minor character death, homicide,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Britt, Jason

Salem, Massachusetts

March 21, 2023

Sunshine, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and music playing awoke Lee as he laid in front of the fireplace without you by his side. Slipping his jeans on, he followed your singing voice to the kitchen to find you at the stove, dancing about with a spatula in your hand as a microphone and wearing only his long sleeved shirt that went down to your knees. With an incredulous smile, he leaned on the doorway and watched the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and heard.

"Under blue moon, I saw you. So soon you'll take me up in your arms. Too late to beg you or cancel it, though I know it must be the killing time, unwillingly mine. Fate. Up against your will, through the thick and thin, he will wait until you give yourself to him. In starlit nights, I saw you. So cruelly, you kissed me. Your lips, a magic world, your sky, all hung with jewels. The killing moon will come too soon."

Your long blonde stands were showered and lightly damp, swinging about from the swaying of your hips as you stirred the scrambled eggs you were attempting to cook without assistance and two cups of coffee sat on the counter with steam swirling up into the air from their rims. Lee then began to clap with an ear to ear smile.

You spun around so fast that the spatula went spinning across the room, making Lee clap louder as he bellowed in laughter. He then grabbed you up against him and danced with you as you stood tippy toed upon his bare feet, kissing him good morning.

"Dancing and singing to Echo and the Bunnymen at 7 am huh? With scrambled eggs and coffee to boot. I can't think of a better morning with you, except it would have been much better to wake up with you in my arms." Lee purred as he Eskimo kissed your nose.

"I'm sorry baby. I couldn't sleep. Remember, I slept 12 hours yesterday? And you looked so damn peaceful and I know how exhausted you were so I thought I'd do something nice for you and get this. So far, I have not burnt the eggs because I had the best teacher in showing me how to make them. Yay me!!"

"You know, you're so damn cute, especially when you're happy and even more so when you're dancing around in my shirt. Mmmm. I'm really getting used to this."

Lee stroked your cheek as he gazed in your eyes with intense love, then he kissed your forehead and pulled you to his chest to dance with you some more. He knew he had so much to tell you but he couldn't bring himself to ruin the sweet moment, because the opening of pandora's box certainly would.

Once the song ended, you and Lee sat at the table, side by side and began to eat.

"Mmmm babe...I'm impressed. These eggs are supercalafragilisticexpealla delicious."

"Ha ha thanks. I can't even say that withOUT food in my mouth. Well, it's because I watched you make them so many times. Oh, and I would have put your grape nuts on the table too but...you're out."

"What??? no grape nuts???" Lee gasped and pretend cried with a pouty bottom lip.

You giggled. "Well, you eat like three bowls every single morning. But..."

You ran to the fridge and brought back a bowl of red crispy grapes.

"Will these suffice?" you laughed.

"It's perfect. You're...perfect."

Lee smiled, his sapphires sparkling in the sunlight's rays as he moved them about your face, then his smile faded and he lowered his head to shovel down the last of the golden goodness.

"Hey....you ok?" you asked, sensing something was bothering him.

"Yeah, yeah of course sweetheart. I just need a shower soon to help me wake up. A long hot one too to soothe my muscles after sleeping on that hard ass floor."

"Well, if you're stiff, I can help you....loosen up." you said with a sly grin.

"Ohh you, my love, are so wickedly wicked and god damn I love it....but....I really need that shower. I feel like I've been hit by a train....."

Lee's face cringed as he sighed. "Well shit... that was not exactly the right choice of words. Ughh, ok babe. I'll be back down in a bit. Thank you so much for this amazing morning and the food. I love you more than you could ever know."

Lee pressed his lips softly on yours, took a gulp of his piping coffee with complete immunity and then jogged his way up the stairs.

"I love you more!!" you shouted.

"Ha ha! Never!" he shouted back and then the bedroom door slammed shut.

With a giant smile, you got up and cleared the dishes, then decided to tidy up the rest of the place. You were getting used to it all too, for it was almost like you lived together, even kind of like you were...married. You shook your head at that thought, for you believed Lee couldn't possibly want that, not after all he had went through with Ethan and Liz. Did you even want that? Yes. Secretly...you did. He was the one. This time you knew it. You knew it because all Lee ever wanted was your smile and to shield you from all that tried to steal your happiness.

You grabbed Lee's clothes he had worn the night prior and some other articles of clothing he had tossed in random spots around the place, for he had a habit of doing that, and there were just enough for a load of laundry so you took them to the laundry room to wash them. You could still be wifey material even if you weren't his wife.

You began turning all the clothing right side out because Lee also had the habit of just tearing them off inside out and leaving them that way, then you checked the pockets for the typical things men seemed to leave in them like money, receipts, pens, kleenex, toothpicks and such but to your surprise, all you found was a folded piece of paper in the pants he wore last night. You opened it to see if it was anything important that he might want, but all that was written on it was a name. Sam Colin.

"Hmmph." you said, shrugging your shoulders and laid it upon the table by his coffee, then you went to go back to finish the laundry when a hard obnoxious pounding sounded upon the door.

"NOW who the hell is that at almost 8 in the freaking morning" you complained and then snuck a peek out the window before going to the door. "Oh. Britt??....What the?"

When you opened the door, Britt barged right in, rambling so bad as that you couldn't make out a single word she was saying, except for one sentence.

"Wait, wait slow down! What do you mean "he's" going to kill you????"

"Lock the door!!" she shouted as you stood stunned, still holding it open.

"Ok OK!! There. It's locked. Come in the kitchen and sit down. I'll make some hot tea and you can tell me what's going on."

"Skip the tea and just pour me some hard shit if you got it and I think I'll stand for now." Britt panted as she stood at the kitchen window, desperately peeking out with darting about eyes.

"It's 8 in the morni..."

"Does it look like I care???"

"Fine. Suit yourself."

You poured a shot of Lee's Jack in a mug as Britt stood shaking and watching you.

"More." she demanded through chattering teeth.

"Oh my god. Here. Take the bottle and cup and tell me what the fuck is going on already??"

"Where's Lee?"

"He's IN the shower. BRITT!! Tell me!!"

Britt guzzled the shot you poured, then dumped more of the caramel liquid fire into her cup as the bottle's neck clanked against the rim from her trembling hand.

"Josie....Liz....she's...."

"Liz? What about that bitch? What has she done now??"

"Oh...she just died, that's all."

You stood silent, staring at her for a moment, then realized from the look on Britt's terrified face that she was serious.

"Wwwwwwhat?????????" you gasped.

"She...she was brought in last night with stab wounds to the gut and was in recovery from surgery last night and then...this morning...she...she flatlined and...they couldn't revive her and...and...and...."

"Ok...slowww down. She's...she's really....dead?"

"YES!! The wicked witch is dead and she should have made a full recovery! That's what I'm saying when I say I'm next! I am certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that Cyrus finished the botched job. He was there last night and he threatened me right in front of Lee!"

"Wait...wait...so does Lee know she was attacked??"

"Well duh!! What, he didn't freaking tell you?? Of course he knows. He was there when she was brought in and basically tore me a new asshole for trying to help her!"

"No...uh I...no..he didn't...he...was all worried about me and...."

You paused. You're mind was spinning. Jason finally did it. Or...did he? It wasn't his style, knives... and he would never have left her alive.

"How do you know someone, or Cyrus even, killed her? It couldn't have just been complications from surgery??"

"Stop bleaching your hair. There's the fact that she was savagely attacked which should be the first clue and then she conveniently winds up dead hours later when she should have recovered, oh and... there are cameras in the halls and this morning before my shift was over, I went to watch them and...poof! No footage. 4 am to 5 am, all just wiped clean and who else has access to do that but....CYRUS. So...I had the required toxicology done on her. She was pumped full of fentanyl."

"Jesus...have...have you notified the police and told them all that???"

"Oh they know and attempted murder now went to flat out murder. It appears just as you said, complications, but an autopsy will soon reveal what I and the police already know. That babe of a Bloom brother showed up shortly after she was brought in because we had to report the attack."

"Luke...was there? What about Gerry?"

"Nope, just Luke. Gerry stays with Vic who's slowly improving. And Luke was questioning Lee and Angel too when he should be after Cyrus!"

"Oh my god!" you gasped. "Blaise....and...Craig..."

"What?"

"Liz's kid. Angel was watching her. I gotta go up and get Lee. He obviously don't know Liz is dead."

"I do now."

Lee stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, looking as if he had been the one stabbed in the gut with his befuddled eyes gaping at Britt, then you.

"Lee...I...you should sit down."

He unintentionally ignored you as he slowly walked over to the counter and took a large guzzle out of his whiskey bottle as he tried to process it all. This is exactly what he wanted but he thought she was going to recover and his focus then went to who actually did it? When he had met Jason, Lee had gotten the most distinct feeling that he was a shoot to kill kind of guy so why had Liz even made it to the hospital? Not to mention she wasn't shot but stabbed.

"Britt...I need to talk to Jo...alone." Lee quietly said as he stared out the window.

"Ummm....yeah so, where do I go?? I don't know how much of the conversation you heard but if you recall, I pretty much might be next? You heard Cyrus! I'm not going anywhere, no way."

"Leave the fucking room!!" he shouted, making her and you both jump.

"Britt, just go down to the basement ok??. It's nice down there and there's booze."

"Well thank you Josie, you sold me on the booze part. Fine." she sarcastically snapped and went in the direction you had pointed to.

Lee side eyed Britt as she left and then when the coast was clear, he quickly turned to face you.

"Did...did I...hear that correctly?? Liz was shot up with...fentanyl???" he asked as his brows burrowed together and his mouth pressed into a slanted smirk of confusion.

"Yeah, you did. Lee, why didn't you tell me about Liz last night?"

"Because you...were my concern and you needed me last night. You didn't need to hear that at the time. I had every intention of telling you today, after my shower. I'm sorry Jo. I honestly was not trying to hide anything."

"Hey...I know. I'm not mad. I even told you I didn't want to talk last night. I'm just trying to understand all this...I mean...Lee...I'll tell you right now...Jason didn't do this. His weapon of choice is his trusty gun and he's trained to kill with one shot. He never would have left her alive and IF he had wanted her alive for some reason, which I know he didn't...he would have just shot her in the leg or some shit. Now Ethan...he's the knife wielding guy as Orlando well knows and has plenty of motive....and....no...wait....Lee...my god tell me you and Jason didn't make good on that plan of yours to set him up????"

"What?? No! Jo, plenty of people have motive to want her gone. Don't forget Cyrus, which is why Britt is here in the first place. She's right, Cyrus pretty much threatened her last night and even offered me her job, which there's no way in hell I'm accepting that. I gotta get out of that place Jo. It's like Hell is empty and all the demons are there."

Lee's attention veered over to your vibrating phone that had been charging all night and there on the display was Luke's name.

"Speak of the devil. Luke's calling. You gave him your number??"

"Just let it ring right now. And yes, I did, that night at Landy's after all that shit happened with those bar dudes. I just felt it was better that we could reach each other about Landy or anything else important if needed. That's all Lee."

"I know...I'm sorry. My mind is just everywhere right now and I don't need more of his shit and questions."

"He actually questioned you?"

"Of course he did and he said he was going to question you too to verify my alibi for the past 24 hours leading up to when she was brought in."

"Well, let him. You were here with me....well....except...."

Your eyes drifted off in thought, instantly concerning Lee.

"Except??"

"I...I mean...you...you were...out running that morning....like for three hours but...and it only took you an hour and a half to run 10 miles for each of the other 3 days."

"Jo, I told you what happened with that coyote and I fell. I just needed to rest a bit."

"Yeah, I know...it's just that..."

"Just....what Jo?? Do you...seriously think I did this???"

"No!! No...god, I don't know what I'm thinking...it's just, you..you had a...knife with you Lee....and you..you also admitted to cutting her seatbelt."

"And because both separate incidents with Liz involved a knife, you now think I snuck off and attacked her. Jo, she wasn't brought in until almost 12 hours after my run, so what, she just wandered around town with holes in her stomach, bleeding to death?? I swear to you, on Jacob, on my dad...on US...that I did not do this, even if I made that stupid plot idea with Jason and even though I wanted her gone."

Lee's intense face, his teary eyes, his vowing words, swearing on the three things he held most dear to him, told you what you truly already knew and felt extremely guilty for even thinking otherwise, even if only for a split second. He was innocent.

"Oh my god, I know, I know, I know. I'm so sorry. Come here."

You bolted to him and hugged him so tight. "Please, forgive me for ever thinking it."

"There's nothing to forgive. How can I blame you for that Jo? If Luke knew these things, he would think the same thi.."

"He won't know. Not ever. You were with me and that's all that needs to be said. I will not let Liz drag you down with her, even in her death. It was either Ethan or Cyrus, or both...it had to be. Or god...even Craig, although, no, scratch that. I don't see it being his style either. He's too much like Jason."

"What did I ever do to deserve you? Because I...I don't. You would...lie...to protect me?"

"It's not a lie really. You were here Lee. But even so, yes. I would lie through my teeth for you to keep you safe."

"As I would for you my girl. God I just love you so damn much and...oh shit...Jo....your mom. I forgot to tell you after we got so deep in this conversation. Let me first say, she is alright."

"Alright??? Lee??"

"It's ok. It's ok, she's fine...but...she found Liz, outside your pub and that Spinelli guy was there too. They brought Liz in."

"OH MY GOD, Lee! Now THAT you should have told me."

"No. Because then I would have had to tell you all of this. Your mom was shaken up but she was good when Spinelli took her home and I believe he stayed with her. I told your mom that I would tell you everything and she agreed that would be best. I promise you baby, she's alright. I took care of her."

"Uggghhh! Ok...ok...I'll call her in awhile. Right now though...Lee, what are we going to do about Britt?? She could be in danger. I mean, if Cyrus did this, well...that means he sent men into his own hospital to finish the job so he's not exactly worried about being discreet."

"Yeah, you got a point and the last place she should be is here. I'll tell you what needs to be done. You need to get Jason over here. He can protect Britt. She needs to know he's alive whether he wants her to or not."

You stepped back out of his arms for a minute and pondered the thought, coming to the conclusion that Lee was right.

"Ok. Yes. Plus, we need his input on all of this. And...what about Craig? I really should tell him that Angel has Blaise, especially now. I don't even know if he knows Liz is gone unless Jason has told him since Spinelli knows. Ok...let me text Jason first."

"Don't tell him Britt is here or he won't come." Lee added.

"Yes, I know. And let's pray that he is so overwhelmed and happy to see her that he won't be pissed as fuck at me."

You took in a deep breath and began typing with no codes, but still kept it short, simple and specific.

"Lake house. Now."

"Ok...it's done." you said as you trembled. "Now...lets listen to Luke's voicemail to know what we're exactly dealing with."

You put your phone on speaker and stood right beside Lee.

"Josie. I need to speak with you regarding Elizabeth Webber and also if you possibly know the whereabouts of her daughter whom Angel Smart reported missing this morning when she returned home from her shift. Call me asap."

You dropped the phone as your hands flew to cover your gasping mouth.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!!! Lee!! Blaise is gone!"

"Calm down, calm down. Maybe Craig has her???"

"Oh...I suuuure hope you're right!! Let me call him."

It rang and rang until it went to voicemail and in a panic, you hung up.

"Lee, I can't..I can't just leave some message about this because what if...god what if he doesn't have her??? What if Ethan does???"

"Well if Craig is anything like Jason, which according to you, I'm gathering he is, Ethan will be a dead man."

"Yeah...you got that right. If I didn't know Craig was Jason's best friend, I would swear they were brothers because they're so much alike. Ok...I'm just going to text something...I don't know, simple? God, there's nothing simple ABOUT this. What do I say???? That I'm the fucking reason his daughter is missing??"

"What?? How so?? Jo, no you're not!"

"Lee, YES, I am. I knew Blaise was there with Angel almost a week ago!! I should have told him then."

"Well he certainly kept shit from you, like... that your brother was alive."

"Lee! That's not the same. This is his child, at least to him she is, which you of all people should understand that. If I would have told him, he would have went and got her. How stupid could I have been, all selfishly wrapped up in my own shit."

"Ok, stop baby. You need to breathe. Craig surely must know about Liz by now and I'm willing to bet he went and snatched his own kid, which I mean, he has every right to have her now, being's he's her only known parent, right? Ethan has no legal rights to her without a DNA test and court documentation, so if he has her, it's kidnapping. At least you would think so. Jo, you're just going to have to ask Craig straight up."

"Ok! Arrrgh......here goes nothing."

Once more, your thumbs typed away in a frenzy.

"Hey Craig. Have you heard about Liz? Please tell me you have Blaise?"

"There. Now we wait."

"How long do you think it will take your brother to show up? Will he even come?"

"Well, considering I said now, he knows that's exactly what it means. So yeah, he'll come. Shouldn't be long but I guarantee you, he won't use the front door. I'm going to go get dressed and call my mom. Will you go check on Britt before she drinks herself into a stupor?"

Lee gave you a deep kiss and then did what you asked of him, with the paper on the table going unnoticed and still forgotten about as he walked by.

On his way downstairs, which passed by the inside garage entrance, Lee did a double take and stopped to see the door ajar. With caution, he slowly pushed it open and turned on the light. All appeared normal, your Monte Carlo and his Dodge Dart parked side by side, except for one thing he found himself cocking his head at. Lee was certain he backed his car in and it was now turned the other way. Upon inspection of and around his car, he found water puddles underneath and his keys in the ignition that he had given you when he left in his truck for the hospital on the rainy day prior....and on those keys, there appeared to be dried blood.

Gasping, he yanked them out of the ignition and got out to further check over the car. The backseat was normal so he then found himself standing at the trunk, staring at it as if he were afraid to open it. With a trembling hand, Lee placed the key in the lock and raised the lid with great hesitation.

To his relief, it was empty but he quickly noticed the carpeted floor board that held the spare tire and jack beneath, was also slightly ajar. He popped it open to find everything in place until he noticed a shopping bag stuffed in the back corner. Tilting his head with furrowed brows of wonder, he pulled the tightly bound plastic bag out and pried it open.

"Jesus!" he gasped, almost hitting his head on the trunk lid when he found a knife covered in blood, his knife that he had with him on his morning runs, and clothes, also covered in blood...your clothes. The same sweater and jeans you had on the morning he left you to go in for his shift and thinking back, he recalled you later had a blue tee shirt and leggings on when he got home that night.

Lee's body filled with adrenaline, faster than a helium balloon as he shoved the knife into his pocket and sprinted out to the boat house, immediately throwing the entire bag into the wood burner, along with a couple of small logs and lit it up, then in his continued panic, he took the knife and keys to the sink and began scrubbing them with scalding water and soap, burning himself in the process. Multiple vulgarities escaped his lips, but he endured the pain for you. As he watched the blood swirl down the drain, his mind raced in denial over the paradox that you were the one who attacked Liz, but Lee could hardly deny the evidence before his own eyes.

How was it even possible? You acted just as shocked as he was to learn about Liz and even if only for a split second, you had thought he did it. But was it an act? Did you not remember? Lee recalled that you took your anxiety meds for the first time in ages and to add fuel to the fire, you took them with an entire bottle of wine and according to you, you had slept all day and night, but did you? Did you have some kind of reaction to the wicked mixture that ignited you to not only do something so malevolent, but to also have a blackout?

Once being a psychiatrist before he furthered his career in neurology, Lee knew that certain anxiety medications had a high risk of dangerous blackouts and it was even greater when consumed with alcohol. Was the real reason that you refused to take your meds only because you said you didn't like how they made you feel or was it something more that you hadn't shared with him? Either way, Lee believed you clearly had some brief bout of psychosis, a break in reality and he was bound and determined to protect you just as you you similarly said you would do for him only minutes ago. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer and in sickness and in health, all the days of your life, forever, Lee vowed this.

By the time he was finished and satisfied with the brand new mirror like shine on the metal objects, Lee glanced over to see the fire was ablaze, the bag disintegrated and the clothes were almost a pile of ash....and then you walked in.

Lee left the items in the sink and quickly covered them with a rag, then forced a pearly white smile.

"Hey...baby..I..."

"Lee? What are you doing out here?? And cussing like a sailor to boot? I could hear you clear up in the driveway. You...were supposed to go check on Britt but she said she hadn't seen you. I saw and smelled the smoke and, well, here you are."

"Oh, sorry, yeah, you know my potty mouth... I umm, I burned my hand...the water...it was too hot."

"Ok yes? But...why are you out here with an apron on and...why is the fire going?"

Lee couldn't do it. He couldn't tell you what he knew, not now anyways. Too much was happening and he still couldn't quite wrap his own head around it all, so how were you supposed to? He knew he then had to do what he swore he would never do. Lie. Luckily for him though, he didn't have to be creatively spontaneous because his blank mind would have busted him. Instead, Lee was saved by Britt's scream that sent you both running inside....through the garage in which Lee noticed you didn't even give one glance at his car.

You both headed down the spiral staircase and halted at the bottom when you saw Jason and Britt standing face to face, already in conversation.

""I'm sorry." Britt reeled with a very perplexed face. "You're standing in front of me alive right now?"

"I never meant for you to find out this way."

"Ok, or at all? How could you not tell me???"

"And you two! Judging by your silence and calmness, you both knew Jason was not dead and here I am of ALL people, the last to fucking know?? Do you know what it was like to see Jason walking out of the damn stone wall over there, thinking I had inherited Dave's terrifying gift of seeing ghosts???? How long have you known???" Britt raged at you and Lee, consumed of shock and pain as she began to sob.

Jason's heart broke to see the woman he loved in such distress and knowing he was the cause of it, although he blamed you for the premature reveal.

"What??" you asked in disbelief as you walked over to the corner by the fireplace to see the faint grooved outline of a hidden door in the stone blocks.

"It was here when I moved in Jo. It runs out into the old underground tunnels." Lee explained.

"So anyone can just walk in here??" you then asked in panic.

"Not if they don't know where the entrance is like I did." Jason answered. "I know all the tunnels. Been using them for years. Spinelli is the one who figured out that there was one leading here. He has all kinds of old blueprints and I knew what to look for and where. It's not that simple Jo."

"Wow, so I could have just used that instead of slopping through the mud and mosquitos from yesterday's downpour. Great to know!" Britt joked and wiped her tears away.

Jason reached out to Britt's hand, but she smacked it way. "DON'T you touch me right now because as much as I'm over the moon with happiness that you're alive, the feeling of wanting to sock you into next week is MUCH stronger."

"If it's any consolation, I had the same reaction when I saw him and he was served a well deserved dose of bitch slap. I've only known a few weeks Britt, and then I told Lee shortly after."

"Let me get this straight. You told LEE and not ME???"

Jason angrily pointed at you. "You and I are going to talk later. You set me up."

"Ohhh damn right I did and WE are going to talk now Jay. You can be pissed all you want but you're the one who caused this whole damn mess and put everyone who loves you through hell. You can bet your ass Mom will knock you into next MONTH when she finds out. So get off your high horse because we have bigger problems right now."

"Yeah, about Liz. I know. Spinelli informed me."

"And did you know she died this morning???"

"What? No. I hadn't..."

"Well, I should say she was finished off to be more accurate and we suspect it was Cyrus's doing which is why Lee and I made the decision that it was time Britt knew you were alive. Cyrus threatened her Jason. That's why she is here, afraid to be alone."

"He threatened you???" Jason reeled at a shaking speechless Britt.

Lee stepped forward to answer for her. "He did. I was there. He told her to be careful so she didn't wind up like Liz, playing it off that he meant losing her job and just before that, he offered me her position, right in front of her, which clearly backs that threat up."

You then came up beside Lee. "Jason...I know it was your plan to handle Liz but I also know someone else beat you to it. The stabbing...I don't feel that part was Cyrus but he saw a window of opportunity to finish it though. And can we not also forget Luke Sr.?? The guy is sick as they come and I wouldn't doubt he makes Ethan do all his dirty work. Jason, I told you Lee saw him with Ethan at the hospital. Why?? and he saw Ethan arguing with Liz and that same day is when I heard Angel and Liz talking about how Ethan knew he was Blaise's bio daddy."

Lee was having a very difficult time listening to your theories of who did it and it only confirmed his own theory even more that you did not remember.

"Yeah. I agree. Poisoning is Cyrus's sick style. My bet's on Ethan and or daddy...possibly even Johnny with the stabbing." Jason concurred.

"Speaking of Blaise...Jason...she is missing. Lee's neighbor Angel was watching her for Liz and I was just told that Angel reported her missing this morning when she got home from her shift and... I can't get ahold of Craig to see if he has her." you explained as you checked your phone again that still had no reply from your artistic mobster landlord.

"Umm yeah...Craig was with me at Sonny's when you texted me. He knows Liz was attacked and he does not have Blaise. Needless to say, he's on a war path looking for Ethan who is suddenly and conveniently M.I.A.."

"Oh my god...noooo."

Your hands clutched your chest as you began to feel like it would implode, but Lee's arm curled around you, instantly diminishing your anxiety.

"It's...it's all my fault Jason...I knew Blaise was there days ago, the night we met you at the train bridge, remember I told you Liz dropped her off there?? and I didn't tell Craig because I was so wrapped up in everything else. You even said it was fine, that Craig would get Blaise back and that Ethan would never get her and now look! Blaise was still there all that time after and I didn't know or even think about it. I should have told him on day one...and..and apparently you didn't tell him either??"

"No, I didn't. Like you, my mind was elsewhere and it was Craig's business to handle. When I found out about Liz, I then told Craig where Blaise was, but he got there too late. The police were there and he spoke with one of them, informing them that he was her father and who he suspected to have her, so I would assume they're looking for Ethan."

"God, we both should have told him Jason. He's your best friend and he's going to think I did it intentionally. You...you didn't tell him...how...you knew where Blaise was, did you?"

"No, of course not, but he will soon ask when he has time to think straight."

"Oh wow! This is just great, listening to ya'll talk about your secret little meetings and your secret little secrets that's literally frying my brain because you're all over the place and all the while, for two months, clueless little me still grieved you." Britt snarked as she sat down quite exasperated.

"And lets not forget I'm a potential target now or did that slip ya'lls minds while you were off in Lizzie's looney land of horror. I could have been snatched right up that fireplace by Satan Cyrus aka Krampus himself and ya'll would still be too wrapped up in all this nonsense to notice. I can't even go home or back to work and did you know I ditched my car at the bar two miles down the road and then trekked through the woods for the rest of the way?? Look at my knees. My 100 dollar designer jeans are ruined!"

"How many drinks did you have at the bar Britt? Probably why you fell." Lee sarcastically jested. "You're the one who said that if Cyrus wants you dead, you're dead and yet here you are, alive and clearly not well, being a drama queen as usual and making everything about you. If you're in danger, why the hell did you come here and put us in danger too???"

"Ok Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, who just defended me not even five minutes ago in agreement about Cyrus's threat! I had nowhere else to go! I don't know where my brother is and Josie's the only person I have."

"I wasn't defending you, I was simply telling Jason what he said, which honestly, threat or not, I think Cyrus was just trying to get a rise out of you which you were reeled right in, hook line and sinker. Why would he even want you dead?"

"You don't know him like Jason and I do so shut your yapping pie hole Lee! Did you seriously think I was going to take his words as some joke????? Anyone that's team Jason is in danger, including Josie."

"And yet, you came here where she is! Cyrus wanted to scare you off and that way, if you don't go back to work, he has just cause to fire you. If you stay, you can keep tabs on him since you work more closely with him than anyone else there and also stay in the loop on anything new that may come up about Liz's grim reaper whom she was handed to on a silver platter...which..by the way...you were there all night too and it's no secret that you hated her just as much as the next person."

"Are you seriously insinuating that IIIIIII did it Lee???? When you're the one who tried to stop me from treating her????? and let's not forget Orlando was there too! Maybe he was helping his best friend, YOU, out??!"

"Ok, STOP. BOTH of you!" you shouted. "This isn't helping. Britt...I am soooo sorry that I didn't tell you alright?? I couldn't and you KNOW that and you know WHY. If the situation were reversed and you had found out Jason was alive instead of me and he told you not to tell me because it would put me in danger, would you have???"

"Well.....no, I guess not...but..."

"But nothing. We don't know if Cyrus knows Jason is alive. We don't know if Liz told anyone else besides ANGEL or if Angel ran her mouth either. Jason was trying to protect you so try to give him a damn break, sooner than later, unlike I did so we can all figure out what to do now."

"Well obviously I can't stay HERE, so I guess it's where now Jason?? Sonny's??"

"Britt, you know you can't go there."

"Ohhh that's right. God forbid I step on Carly's toes, even if staying there makes the most sense since the fortress is heavily guarded and has it's own damn armory! Probably tunnels too!!"

"Britt. Listen to me. It's the first place Cyrus would have his men look, IF he's even after you. He's already having Sonny watched as it is. Lee could be right. He may just be toying with you to get you to resign or fired, or if he knows I'm alive which it's best to assume he does, then he's using you to get you to run to me and draw me out because he knows you're my weakness, which is exactly why you have to stay away from me right now. You're better off here, if Lee allows it that is, while I try to work around the monkey wrench that someone threw into my plans. I still have to handle Ethan who's now hiding and if he has Blaise, it won't be that simple of a task, and then there's Johnny and Cyrus too. Sonny, Craig and I are working on a revised plan. And if you're relationship with Lee at the hospital is anything like what I just listened to, then Cyrus wouldn't think to look for you here."

"No!! I thought you were dead Jason!! And now you're here and you just want to leave me again??? If I can't stay here, where the fuck am I supposed to go??? Let me tell you a little ditty about mine and Lee's relationshippppp." Britt scoffed, using her fingers to make the quotation gesture as she stressed the word relationship with extra emphasis on the P. "I had that D once. Yep. It might have been over a decade ago but I did!"

"What???" Jason snapped as yours and Lee's mouths dropped open.

"Britt!!!" you shouted. "That's enough!! You're just trying to hurt Jason because he hurt you and it seems you succeeded. I get it but don't bring my boyfriend's cock into it!! Are we clear???"

"Crystal." Britt sniped with an eye roll.

"I need you to listen to me Britt." Jason said as he became gravely serious.

Britt did just that. Although reluctantly, she looked Jason right in his ocean blue eyes as he explained something.

"Cyrus's men were sent by him to his own hospital to take care of Liz. That's how bad he wanted her gone. Do you know how risky that is? So please, regardless of what Lee said, don't go back there. Stay here and stay safe and give me enough time...to end this."

"Time. You've been gone two months and Cyrus still lives and breaths. You do know he still wants you dead Jason which is why you ended up that way to begin with...to the world anyways and...to me... and...by some miracle...I have you back and you expect me to just sit in this dungeon like basement all alone, wondering if I'll ever see you again. Do you even care about what I went through???" Britt sobbed once more.

Jason reached for her hand again and this time she let him take it.

"Sonny has well hidden safe houses all over the state and even out of the country if needed. Let me situate things. Stay here. I promise I'm coming back for you."

His words struck her soul and she found herself in Jason's arms, kissing him deeply.

"Lee." you whispered. "Come on. Let's give them a minute."

You and Lee quietly crept up the winding stairs and headed back into the kitchen with Lee planting his hands on the counter and dropping his head with a heavy sigh.

"Hey, come here. It's gonna be ok."

You wrapped your arms up around Lee's neck and squeezed him so tight.

Lee bent down and burrowed his face into your hair, desperately breathing you in and then exhaling deeply as he returned the firm embrace.

"No, it's not. How did everything get so fucked up Jo?? I don't want her here. She puts us in danger and my priority is you. It will always be you. If that makes me heartless, so be it. I don't want her anywhere around you until it's finished, like Jason said. If Sonny has safe houses, then they need to go there and you and I Jo....you and I need to talk about..."

"Don't worry your pretty little head Lee. I will leave tomorrow if it's ok that Jason and I could at least stay tonight to figure things out and have some peace and quiet and long overdue alone time?" Britt asked in a defeated but yet still sarcastic tone as she and Jason came right up after them.

Lee released you, put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "I don't like this Jo."

"Lee, neither do I, but...if Jason's here at least for tonight, I have added protection and will be ok while you're at work today."

Lee shook his head once more, but vigorouly.

"Oh HELL No, no no no. I'm not going?? No way I'm leaving you here now. Not after all this. I won't be able to concentrate. Not happening. End of story. They'll just have to deal with it or Cyrus can fire me which at this point, I would be quite thrilled with."

"We know that won't happen since he seems to strangely like you and wants you to take my job. I on the other hand have to go back tomorrow for my next shift. I'm still the chief of staff Jason. Now that I've had time to calm down and think, I'm not going to let Cyrus run me out of everything I worked so hard for, all because he holds it against me that I was involved with you. I can do what Lee suggested and discreetly watch Cyrus. And I'm not running off to one of Sonny's secluded safe houses either. I'll go insane." Britt said as she sat down at the table, her hand merely inches from the seemingly invisible mystery note Spinelli handed Lee.

"Safety over sanity seems reasonable right now. But alright. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. What about Liesl Britt?"

Dr. Liesl Obrecht, the former chief of staff at Salem Hospital, was a piercing blue eyed Swiss German, as fierce as they came and deadly as a cobra's strike, especially when it pertained to the safety of her three children Britta and the late Detective Nathan West, both fathered by the deceased international terrorist, Cesar Faison and then her other son Dr. David Conrad who carried the paternal side of notorious Cassadine blood.

"You want me to stay with my overbearing mother?? You can't be serious Jason. I don't want her involved. She'll only make things worse, if that's even possible."

"But you'll involve Jo and me when it has nothing to do with us???" Lee scoffed. "Jo don't need this shit Britt. She just got out of the hospital remember?? No stress per your orders! And yet you hand deliver it to her. Her and I have enough on our plates without Cyrus being the main course. You're Jason's problem, not ours."

"Right, so that's the real reason you brought him here, to get rid of me."

"YES!! Yes it is! Are you sorry that we did?? Because I sure the hell am not! This shit's getting out of hand and I'm this close to blowing a fucking gasket. Jason doesn't appreciate you being in danger and well, Imagine this. I don't appreciate Jo being in it! You should have went to your mom or tracked down your brother!" Lee snapped and began to pace with his hands clasped over the back of his head as he blew out a jet powered breath....then his phone rang.

"WHAT?!" he shouted as he froze and answered it without even checking to see who it was.

"Oh...Lando. Sorry man. What's up? You're joking right?" Lee said and then heavily scoffed. "Ok. Thanks for telling me. Man, don't let him get under your skin with this new power trip of authority he's on. Yeah, I know. Yeah....uh huh...yeah we're good here. Yeah, Jo told me about it but no, we don't know where he is. No...I won't be back for a few days. I already had tomorrow scheduled off for dad's one month passing which I have plans for. Yeah, as far as I know I'll be back on Thursday. Yeah, thanks Banando. It means a lot. Yep, talk later."

"Lee? Is Landy ok?"

"Yeah baby. I guess copshop Luke felt the need to question him too about Liz's death."

"Well it is protocol Lee. Orlando was on shift. Everyone will be questioned that worked that night." Britt relayed.

"Well what about Dave who wasn't there?? Orlando said Luke's looking for him since he was told by...wait for it...Angel, that Dave and Liz were dating. And does that mean Cyrus was interrogated too???"

"Of course he will, but being the slimy snake he is, he'll slither right through it with flying colors. And as far as Dave, he only went out with her one fucking time until he was scolded for it by Josie." Britt said, looking at you.

"I am seriously going to rip that tainted halo off that bitch's head!" you reeled.

"No need Jo. I already sent Angel on her way last night with her wings between her legs." Lee chuckled.

"Yeah well, now it's my turn. Seriously?? Was she trying to imply Dave could have attacked Liz or I don't now, snuck in and finished her off?? What possible motive could he EVER have??? And not to mention, it takes a LOT to get a rise out of him. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body which makes it hard to believe, considering who his parents are."

"Yeah...I think Angel will be the next to be shit canned. I'll find a plausible reason." Britt adamantly vowed.

"How about the fact she's fucking Mr. Carpenter and is the one who told him all of Lee's and our business." you informed to a now bewildered Britt.

"As interesting as that is to know, she can screw whomever she wants off duty. I mean, it's not like he was her patient."

"Ok look. She's a shitty person...but she has a kid to raise and I happen to be very close to him, which now, I probably won't be able to see him anymore but...I still want what's best for Dash. He don't have the support of a father so can you please not fire her?" Lee kindly asked Britt.

"Oh my, what is this? Is that the sound of a human heartbeat I hear?" Britt jested with a gasp, putting her hand up to her ear. "And the grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day." she then mocked in a deep voice.

"Hey. Miss sanctimonious. Do you ever wonder how you got the moniker Britch??? Here's your sign." Lee snarked.

"Ok! While you two refuse to put the kiddie claws away, I am going to try and call Dave again and then Gerry about this Luke issue because I don't think he can be objective with this case."

You walked into the other room as Jason then chimed in, being the realist that he was.

"Well, she's wasting her breath on bringing in big guns Butler because he was Jo's fiance' and it didn't stop him from trying to take me down. Our brother Bo was the same way when he was Gerry's partner and then there's Sonny's son, Dante, who's on the force as well. It's all one huge conflict of interest but at the end of the day, they all have a job to do."

Lee glanced in at you, pacing about nervously with the phone to your ear while you chewed at your thumbnail. He felt guilty because he knew he wasn't helping matters by bickering with Britt, but the irritating woman pushed every damn button he had. For you though, Lee attempted to dial things down a notch.

"Hey. Jason. Look man. I'm not trying to a dick with ears here, to you or even to you Britt, but I'll do whatever is necessary to keep Jo safe, and I mean absolutely anything, to ensure that. So, with that said, I do apologize for being rude."

"Rude. Is that what you call being an asshole? Interesting. The dick with ears was pretty accurate though." Britt retorted.

"Holy...hellllll." Lee snarled as he aggressively rubbed his face with both palms. "I don't know how you do it man. Stay so calm and quiet with her."

Jason grinned, giving a soft chuckle. "Britt's a big girl and can handle her own. Same as Jo. I only intervene if they're in harm's way. Which, back to that Britt. I think you should seriously consider staying with Obrecht. After all Liesl's dealings with a terrorist like Faison and having lived to tell about it, I think she can handle Cyrus. She knows how he operates and she would give her life to protect you and your brother."

You hung up the phone and as you went to go back in the kitchen, your eyes caught sight of a book on the coffee table by the couch you had fallen asleep on while Lee was at work yesterday. You had been reading what you swore was an Edgar Allan Poe book, but the one you were now viewing was something entirely different.

Slowly, you walked over to it and as you read the title, you gasped and glided your eyes over to Lee's wall sized corner bookshelf. Upon seeing a single gap at eye level in the hard backs, a vison that you had no recollection of, flashed in your mind of you pulling the book out.

"The Cult of Dolos??" you whispered. "Why in the hell would I read something like that?"

You knew what is was though. In Greek mythology, Dolos was the spirit of trickery, a master at cunning deception, craftiness, treachery and guile. He was also a liar, which what demon wasn't?

"Jesus, Jo. No more pills and booze." you told yourself, gaffing it off and then went back to join the others.

"Welp, neither would answer. I know Gerry has his hands full with Victor but I'm starting to get worried about Dave. I know he was upset with me but...this is not like him and you know it Britt. Jason, can you get some of Sonny's guys out to look for him??? Please..." you pleaded. "What if....god, what if Cyrus did something??? To send Britt a message?? I mean, he don't have to hurt Britt to hurt Britt if you know what I mean."

"Ok slow down Josie. Why would Cyrus take my brother??" Britt asked, now extremely concerned.

Jason rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and stared straight into Britt's eyes. "He could use him to get you to give me up."

"What?? So you...think Cyrus DOES know you're alive?"

"I mean...it's Cyrus. He has a way of finding things out no matter how hard you hide something." Jason explained due to knowing the kingpin better than most.

Jason's words had Lee's mind wandering back to why Cyrus had a sudden interest in him and it also stirred his thoughts up about how he was supposed to be confessing his past to you at that time, but thanks to Britt putting a huge damper on that, he once again had to wait.

"But let's not jump the gun here." Jason continued. "Britt, you said Dave was upset with Jo about Liz? I didn't know him all that well and I know he didn't care for me much but I do know how much he cares for you and Jo. Maybe the guy just needed some space over it all and he'll come around when he's ready to."

"Seriously Jason. That's what I mean though. He loves us both deeply so he wouldn't just drop off the face of the planet! Can you just have your guys look around?? Dave put in for a week's vacation last Monday after his shift, the day of Lee's hearing and it's been 8 days now with no word from him. Not even to our mother."

"When's he due back at the hospital?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"Alright. If you haven't heard from him by then and if he doesn't show up, I will look into it. Right now...I have to put all my focus and energy on Cyrus. He's the main threat. In the morning, I think it's best you go to your mom's for now."

"Or now is even better. I'll even drive you to your car." Lee blatantly offered as he went to pull out his keys and then remembered they were still in the wash bin out in the boat house.

"You know what. Fine. Can you at least wait until it's dark out Lee?"

"You mean when all the vampires come out? Suit yourself."

"Hilarious. Well, I guess I should call my moth..."

Britt froze when her eyes finally caught sight of the paper on the table. Slowly, she slid it over to her and leered down at it, then whipped her head up to Lee.

"WHY is there a piece of paper here with one of my psychotic half brother's alias's on it???"

"What are you talking about?" Lee sharply asked and walked over to her.

"This?? Sam Colin...born Heinrich Faison but better known as Peter August???"

"W...what???" you gasped, knowing exactly who Peter was but had never heard the name Sam Colin.

Lee only knew about Peter because you had told him the tearful story at his farm of Cesar Faison's crazy son who had been infatuated with you once upon a time and even though it was an accident, he was the reason you had been shot and now couldn't bear children. You blamed yourself though, for even following Gerry that night and it still blew your mind that Lee had been on the hospital floor below you when it all went down all those years ago.

Peter was also the entire reason Britt's brother Nathan was shot and killed in the line of duty by Faison as you helplessly watched. But now...Peter was wasting away in the prison where Cyrus once was and still should have been. Lee also recalled mentioning to you at that time that the name Faison sounded familiar to him.

Lee ripped the paper from Britt's hand and stared at the name with gaping eyes. The name Lee himself used once upon a time on a stint with Luke, who gave it to him, but Lee had no idea then, that Sam Colin and Peter August were one in the same, for Luke was never a forthcoming guy on all the details of a mission.

"Where did this come from??" Lee desperately asked as he turned to you.

"I...it...I was..doing some laundry and...and it was in your pants pocket, so I...laid it there in...in case it was...important. Lee....why...do you have that??"

Lee felt as if he were going to pass out from the echoing pulses in his head due to his heart beating so hard. Spinelli gave him that and he had never read it because he had forgotten all about it. How? How did he know??

"Lee?? Hey...what's going on??" you frantically asked, quickly grabbing his waist as he stumbled back against the counter, beginning to breathe heavily.

"Lee man. You alright? Come with me for a minute. Lets get some air." Jason insisted with a look in his eyes that told Lee he knew what it was.

"What? Jason why do you..."

"Jo...just trust me alright. Let me talk to him."

'"O..o..ok??"

Lee slowly walked out to the back deck in a somewhat zombified state as Jason closely followed with his hand on Lee's shoulder for support. Once the doors were closed, Lee softly spoke.

"You...you know...don't you? Spinelli...he...it was you? You had him give me this at the hospital and I...so much happened that I completely forgot to look at it. Fuck."

"I do know and I honestly thought it could be part of the reason why I was summoned here, but when nothing was said of it, I kept quiet."

Lee turned with stunned eyes and a gaping mouth, lost in confusion as he stressed one whispering word. "How?"

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