#thought I'd been locked out of the hotel room while my best friend was fast asleep

[awkwardturtlesex]

I firmly believe that the Irish measurement of a double is not the same as it is in Wales

[jungkookjeon0007]

Nights in Vegas | CH. 16 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 6.25k.

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[AUTHOR POV]

It was the next morning and the sun was slightly shining through the window. Jungkook was the first to wake up, and immediately glanced at the time to see it was only 7:45 am. He was planning to go back to sleep, until something much more interesting caught his eye... Olivia was lying on her back and the blankets had fallen off of her chest, making her breasts fully exposed. He held back the urge to touch them and instead, pulled the blankets up over her shoulders kissing her forehead sweetly.

He couldn't go back to sleep, so he laid there staring at the ceiling thinking of everything that had happened last night between them. The way their bodies reacted towards one another, it was like they were made for each other and he couldn't explain it. All he knew was that he loved her and would do whatever needed to be done to keep her by his side always.

She began to toss and turn in her sleep, reaching out to find him and snuggle back into him and luckily he noticed, scooting closer. She smiled as she felt him and let out a content sigh, "There you are handsome. Cuddle with me."

He smirked as he put his arm around her and she moved closer, nestling into his chest. He could feel her hot breath hitting his neck when she repositioned to a more comfortable position, but it didn't phase him though. Instead, he laid there appreciating the feeling of being able to have her wrapped up in his arms. He's been wanting this for so long and now that he has it, he wanted to cherish these moments for as long as possible.

He was lost in thought when slowly his eyes started to get heavy. Olivia was fast asleep with her fingers tangled up in his hair, as he thought to himself before dozing off, "I could get used to this."

. . .

It is currently 11am.

The pair were still sleeping soundly when suddenly there was a knock at the door. They both began to move around and Olivia, with eyes still closed, rolled away from Jungkook. As the knock sounded again, he sat up looking around while running his tattooed fingers through his hair. Eventually getting out of the bed, and making his way over to the door.

He looked through the peep hole and saw none other than Taehyung's eye staring back at him. He hung his head as he sighed heavily, then opened the door and walked into the hallway shutting the door behind him.

"What is it Tae?" He asked with his arms folded across his chest.

"I was on my way to brunch with Jiminie and figured I would drop by to see if you wanted to go out with Hobi Hyung and myself later. We're going to the Bellagio Fountain!"

"Of course. I'd love to go." He replied with a smile,

Tae smiled back, "Perfect, I will let Hyung know and text you with details in a bit."

"Okay sounds good."

Tae nodded and started walking backwards, "I'm going to go eat now. Go get a shower and I'll talk to you later."

They waved to each other as Jungkook went back into his room.

When he walked in, he saw that Olivia was sitting up on the bed scrolling through her phone. He walked over and stood in front of her while smiling, "Good morning sleepy head. Sleep well?"

She smirked back at him, locking her phone, "Yes sir. Best night of sleep ever. I think we will have to do it every night now."

He smiled, pulling her close, "I'm perfectly fine with that because it means I'll have you with me every night when I fall asleep."

She blushed at his sweet words.

"I am going out with my hyung's later to the Bellagio Fountain, but I wanted to spend my day here with you until then. If you have somewhere else to be though I completely understa-" She cut him off by pulling him to sit on the bed beside her, "There is no where else I'd rather be than right here with you. I'm all yours until you have to leave."

He smiled and leaned in attaching their lips, but it ended up being hotter than intended. Before they knew it, they were making out with one another until he slowly pulled away, "I am going to take a shower.. Would you like to come and join me?"

. . .

[Olivia's POV]

Speechless.

He smirked at me knowing he caught me off guard but when I didn't answer, he asked again. "Well, would you like to?"

"Y-yes." I replied as he appeared to get excited.

"Good. Come on then baby, let's go get cleaned up." He took my hand, leading me into the bathroom and started the water. Once it was the perfect temperature, he turned back to me, slowly looking me up and down, "You are so perfect."

I blushed and smiled while looking at the floor.

He stepped closer and put his hand on my neck as his thumb was rubbed my cheek, "I swear I can't get enough of you."

He pulled me into him by my waist and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Once the kiss broke, he put our foreheads together with his eyes closed, "You have no idea how many times I've prayed to find someone like you-"

He looked me into my eyes and continued, "You make me feel complete and I am so happy that I have you with me."

With tear filled eyes, I pulled him in for another small kiss then replied, "I am so happy you're in my life Kookie. You make me feel like I've never felt before and I am so thankful to be here with you."

He smiled, "Come on, let's get into the shower."

When he dropped his boxers, I couldn't help but to stare, "Careful there, we don't want you catching flies in this pretty little mouth of yours. Do we?" He ran his thumb across my lower lip then winked before turning to step into the shower.

His back muscles were protruding and every time he moved, I could see them flex. My eyes travelled lower to his perfectly tight ass and I bit my lip hard but quickly looked up and caught his eyes on me with a smirk plastered on his face.

I then entered the shower and the moment the water hit my skin, he pulled me in and whispered, "I've never had someone in the shower with me before, let alone someone so fucking beautiful like you."

I'm seriously so wet right now that I feel like I can't control myself and I'm not talking about being wet from the shower. I melted, needing him to continue to whisper in my ear, "You know what else? I've also never had sex in the shower before either."

"Oh really? Well how about we change that then?" I replied teasingly with my hand on his chest.

His breathing sped up as we stared at each other with eyes full of lust. He slid his hands down my body and as he reached my boob, he gave it a firm squeeze and lightly pinched my nipple between his fingers. I let out a soft moan as he took then the opportunity to slide his hot tongue into my mouth, devouring me completely.

My hands wrapped around his neck, pushing him deeper into our hot make out session. His hands continuing to travel south heading straight for my core, wasting no time as he gently slipped his finger into my wet folds, "Fuck baby, already so wet for me. You're such a good girl."

Woah. No one had ever given me praise just for being wet for them before. It was in that exact moment that I realized, I have a praise kink and Jeon Jungkook was the one to make me realize it.

He rubbed my sensitive bud and I quickly became a moaning mess under his touch. I tried to keep quiet, but he caught on to my new kink, whispering sweet praises into my ear, "That's right baby, don't hold those beautiful moans back. I want this entire hotel to hear how good I make you feel."

Something in me had snapped after his last statement, causing me to moan out so loudly that I'm sure people in the lobby could hear. Soon I began to feel the knot in my stomach slowly starting to form, but he suddenly stopped rubbing me, making me let out a whine at the lack of contact.

He mischievously smirked at me, "Don't worry baby, I'm going to make you feel so good."

He entered a finger inside of me, slowly pumping it in and out.

"Oh fuck. Holy shit!"

He then added another finger as he softly bit my ear, "You like it when I finger you like this baby?"

"Yes. Mmmmm, please don't stop."

"Oh don't worry I'm not stopping, I'm just getting started with you." He slipped his fingers out of me, making direct eye contact as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. He half smiled as if he knew exactly what that gesture did to me and without warning, grabbed my waist and walked me backwards until my back was pressed against the cold shower wall.

As he pinned me against the wall, I felt his erection rubbing between my legs.

He then tapped my left leg, "Jump baby."

I did as he wanted and wrapped my legs around his waist. The moment I was situated, he slammed himself into me, "Oh my god. You're so fucking tight Liv, Shit."

He laid his forehead on my shoulder for a second, allowing me to adjust to his size. Once I was good, I lightly tapped his shoulder as he began to thrust up into me, "Mmm baby. Please god fuck me harder."

"Yes ma'am." He dug his fingers into my thighs as he started pounding into me so hard I could see stars from the pleasure.

"Better? Baby." He could barely get his words out and all I could do was moan out his name in response.

As if the pleasure wasn't intense enough, he kicked it up a notch as he reached his hand between our bodies. His thumb effortlessly finding my throbbing clit as he started rubbing while continuing to pound into me, "Fuck Jungkook, I'm so close."

He was kissing my neck, leaving love marks all over. "Cum for me then baby. Cum all over my dick.."

That's all it took and the knot in my stomach snapped, causing me to tighten around him even more, "Oh shit you're so fucking tight baby, I c-can't last any long-." He thrusted a few more times before spilling his load inside of me, letting out the sexiest moans I've ever heard.

He was breathing heavily with his head laid on my chest for what seemed like hours. He then pulled out dangerously slow, standing me back onto my feet on the shower floor. He pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly as the water beaded down on our burning hot skin.

In this moment, everything I was thinking before was confirmed... I had somehow, throughout these last couple of days, have fallen in love with him.

Tears formed in my eyes as the water continued to run over our skin. When I sniffled, he made me face him, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What's wrong?"

I smiled sweetly, "I'm fine Kookie. I'm just thinking is all."

He instantly relaxed and as he washed my body we continued the conversation, "What are you thinking about?"

"About how much I enjoy being with you and how I never want this to end."

He smiled, wiping away my tears, "Liv, look at me. If I have it my way it never will. Now that I have you with me, I never want to let you go because I want no one else but you. You're the missing piece that I have needed in my life and I feel so complete with you here."

Speechless.

He got nervous from my lack of words so he stepped back, grabbing my hand, "I'm sorry if that was too forward but please say something I'm dying over here."

I was lost in the moment with him watching my every emotion. Reaching up, I grabbed his face with both hands so he'd look at me. "I love you, Jungkook."

His eyes went huge, remaining silent from shock.

Oh no. What the fuck did I just do?

[markdelonge]

not my gif

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title: "stay with me"

pairing: 90s tom delonge x reader

warnings: this is one of my first stories ever so it's prolly trash ... and theres some profanity

this was a request!

blink masterlist

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track 13: goodnight n go

one of these days you'll miss your train and come stay with me. we'll have drinks and talk about things and any excuse to stay awake with you. you'd sleep here and i'd sleep there, but then the heating may be down again (at my convenience). we'd be good. we'd be great together. why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you. why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well. just say "goodnight" and go.

. . . .

It was 12:10 AM when you rolled over to check the time.

You groaned as you rolled over again, mentally yelling at yourself to go to sleep. You had ran out of your sleeping medicine and your insomnia was kicking your ass.

The sound of someone knocking at your bedroom door had you freeze from tossing any more. You shut your eyes as you hoped you had fallen asleep and were having a bad dream.

Although you had your eyes squeezed shut, you could see that your light had been turned on. Your heart was beating insanely fast as you heard footsteps come up to your bed and stop right next to you.

"Y/N, I know you're not 'sleep"

Recognizing the voice, you immediately opened your eyes to see your 6'4 best friend towering over your bed, not to mention he had also been your crush since the first year of high school.

You let a breath out that you didn't realize you were holding

"Tom, what the FUCK" You yelled before hitting him with one of the pillow you were cuddling.

"What? What'd I do?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were here to kill me"

"Why would I kill you?" He asked while taking a seat next to your body which was still laying down.

"I didn't know it was y-" You cut yourself off with a sigh, not feeling like explaining yourself.

"Did I scare you for real?" He teased with a smirk creeping on his face.

You rolled your eyes

"I hate you, Tom" You said only half joking as you turned around and pulled the covers over your face.

"Wait, Y/N, i'm sorry" He apologized, noticing the attitude you had.

"Forgive me?" He asked

"Maybe later" You responded.

You could feel him staring at you as you tried your best not to look back at him, knowing that once you would see his face, you would feel bad and forgive him. You have never been able to stay mad at Tom for long periods of time, mostly because he'd buy his way back by whispering funny jokes in your ear or giving you the puppy eye face. It was so annoying but he was so cute.

Finally you gave in and turned to see Tom, just as you expected, with a sad pleading look on his face.

You both kept eye contact as if it was a staring contest, after 15 seconds, you gave up and broke eye contact.

You sighed in defeat

"Okay, Tom, I forgive you for sneaking into my room and scaring the shit out of m-"

"How did you get in my house?" You cut yourself off noticing that Tom didn't have a key and you remembered locking the door.

"Oh, I used the key in the pot"

"You know about the key in the pot?"

"Yeah, you showed me once when we were drunk"

"And you remembered?"

"I figured you told me for a reason"

You side-eyed Tom before sitting up.

"Well, why are you here?" you asked out of confusion.

"You told me this morning you had a flight at 11 tonight" You looked over at your alarm clock

"It's 12:30 in the morning" You finished.

Tom sighed before he spoke

"I missed my flight, I didn't feel like driving home and getting a hotel room would be doing too much with the fact that i'm leaving tomorrow morning and you live somewhat close to the airport"

"Aww, poor Tommy" You pouted before you reached for his head to take his black snapback off.

"No, stop, my hair's a mess" Tom whined while snatching his hat back to put it on.

He ran his fingers through his hair before putting the hat on.

"So, what? You wanna stay with me?" You assumed as you got out of bed and stretched

"Is that cool with you?" He asked

"Yeah, I don't care, I could use some company" You said while walking out the room

"Where are you going?" You heard Tom say before you heard him run up to you.

"Where are you going" He said a second time after he was behind you.

"Uhh.. downstairs" You said as if it was obvious. Well, it was given the fact that you both were walking down the stairs at the moment.

As you walked into the foyer you had noticed the unlocked door.

"Tom, you didn't lock the door?"

"Shit, my bad"

You groaned dramatically to let him know you were annoyed

After locking the door, You two entered the kitchen and turned on the lights.

"What do you want?" You asked as you opened the refrigerator.

"A drink" He replied, you could hear the stress in his voice

"I got wine or champagne" You said after checking all the alcoholic drinks you had.

"What're you? A middle aged mom?" He asked, his joke making you laugh.

"I guess I'll take wine" He sighed as his arm dropped on the island he was sitting at.

You looked down to see your collection of wines to just see your favorite drink

"I got Pink Moscato"

"Oh my God, Y/N" He put his hand over his face.

"What?" You smiled next to him

"That shit is like 8% alcohol, I'm trying to get drunk, Y/N/N."

You read the back of the bottle to see if what he said was true.

"It actually says "13%"." You corrected him and he rolled his eyes.

"Do you want the whole bottle?" You asked while handing it out, although he wouldn't be able to reach it where he was.

"No, I'll take a glass."

You walked over to the cabinet filled with all your cups and mugs.

You pulled out two wine glasses and took the cork off.

"Tell me when" You said, he got up and walked over to you to get a better sight.

You started to pour the beverage into the glass. Once it got somewhat halfway, you expected him to tell you to stop, but he didn't. He waited till the glass was practically filled to the brim.

"God, Tom, don't spill it." You watched Tom struggle to pick up his completely full glass.

"I got it" He replied while sipping a little bit with the glass still on the countertop.

You couldn't help but giggle at Tom's silliness.

You turned your attention to your drink so you could poor some for yourself, only filling it halfway so you wouldn't end up like Tom.

You picked up your glass with no problem and took a sip, you looked up at Tom, who was already staring at you.

You blushed when you noticed he was staring

"What?" You smiled

You saying something had taken him out his thoughts.

"I don't know" He said while taking a sip, this time regularly.

"Well, I'm going to the couch, if you wanna come" You told him as you turned around and started making your way to the living room. Tom followed close behind, bringing the bottle just in case.

You sat down and took another sip as you looked up and watched Tom take a seat next to you.

You sat criss cross, turning to him as he manspread on the couch.

"So, how have you been?" You asked just trying to start a conversation.

"Stressed" He replied with his eyes closed. He turned to you, opening his eyes

"What 'bout you, doll?" The pet name taking you off guard.

You played it off and shrugged

"Tired" You said blandly.

The two of you continued talking about your week and finished your cups of wine.

You watched as Tom took the cork off the bottle and poured some more of the drink into his cup. After he was done, he looked over to you

"Do you want a refill?" He offered while tilting the bottle a little

"Sure" You smiled and let him pour the drink in your cup as well

"Cheers" His glass raised up after putting the bottle down.

You giggled at his actions

"Cheers" You repeated as you also raised your cup and lightly touched his before taking a sip.

You soon caught yourself talking about anything that could come to your head, making any excuse to stay awake with him for a little longer.

"So where am I going to sleep?" Tom asked, taking the last sip of his wine before getting up to put it in the sink

"With me" You replied. You blamed the two cups of wine you had consumed for the answer before but in reality you weren't really drunk.

You looked up from the cup to see Tom smirking

"You want me to sleep with you?"

"Not like that" You immediately shut down any thoughts he had about "sleeping" with you

"I mean, we can share the bed, it's a king, I'm pretty sure it can fit both of us." You explained while putting your dish in the sink.

"If you don't want to, it's cool, I ju-" Before you could explain yourself you were cut off

"Yeah, I'm cool with sleeping with you" He said, with a smirk.

"Tom, I told you already, not like that" You blushed at what he said.

Instead of replying, he looked at you for a couple seconds before saying

"First one upstairs gets the fluffy pillow"

And with that he was off.

"TOM, THAT'S NOT FAIR" You yelled, chasing after him.

By the time you had caught up to him, he was already in your bed and cuddling the fluffy pillow which caused you to roll your eyes.

"You're a dick" You said while smacking his knee.

"Shoes off the bed" You warned him when you spotted his black Vans.

He got up off your bed and kicked off his shoes.

"I would ask you if you wanted some clothes to borrow but..." You trailed off

"Ha Ha, very funny, Y/N"

Your heart felt like it was gonna explode when you heard Tom say your name.

You laid back down in your bed, still feeling as if you could stay up for a while longer.

Your eyes were glued on the tall man in front of you who was taking his black Hurley shirt off. You felt your mouth go dry as his bare chest and tattoos went on full display. You weren't aware that you were staring until he spoke up

"I know" He started, snapping you out of your thoughts

"I'm really sexy, I'd stare too"

Your cheeks heated up at what he said.

You sucked on your teeth

"Whatever, Tom" You rolled over, mentally yelling at yourself for letting him catch you checking him out.

It wasn't long till the bed violently dipped due to Tom belly-flopping into it. You raised your head from the pillow it was buried in.

"I think you broke my bed" You pouted before turning over to turn the light off

"I think I broke my front, why is your bed so fucking hard?"

You giggled and turned back around to face the brunette

"Goodnight, Tom" You smiled, before turning back and shutting your eyes although there was no way you'd be able to sleep with your crush right next to you.

"Goodnight" He said.

It wasn't even 5 minutes until Tom had spoken again

"What the fuck" He spat which caused your eyes to open.

"Y/N, why do you have the A.C. blasting right now? It's practically winter."

"My heater's down" You replied, not even bothering to look back.

You heard him mumble a couple incoherent things under his breath as he tossed under the comforter, trying to find warmth.

Another 5 or 10 minutes went by with silence, enough silence to make you think Tom had fallen asleep. You sighed at the fact that you couldn't go to sleep no matter what you did as you closed your eyes and tried to go to bed once again.

Your process was stopped due to the feeling of Tom's arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

You almost choked on your breath before you found the words to speak

"Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"What're you doing?"

"It's cold" He explained.

You turned in his grip, facing him. Even though the lights were off, you could still see him clearly with the moonlight shining.

"Hey, Tom" You started, your hand hesitantly moving in-between the two of you to lightly rest on his chest.

He hummed in response.

"When will you be back?" You asked, knowing he was leaving for some blink business tomorrow morning.

"Uhhh, fuck, I think Friday. Why?"

You shrugged.

"There's this movie premiere, on Sunday, that I was invited to..." You started while chewing on your bottom lip

"I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" You asked, slightly cringing at how nervous you were.

"That sounds sick, it's a date" He replied

"it's a date" You repeated in your head, trying your hardest not to explode right then and there.

"A date?" You asked

"I mean, yeah-, You did basically just ask me out" He remarked.

"I know that-" You tried your best to form another sentence to back yourself up and make it seem you didn't have a crush on him, but it didn't work. Every time you tried to speak all you could do was stutter.

"Y/N" He cut you off.

"Can I try something?" He asked. You could feel one of his fingers drawing something on your skin.

"Y-yeah?" You replied but it sounded more like a question due to how nervous you were.

"Tell me if I go too far, okay?" He asked causing your confusion to rise.

"Okay" You whispered, taking notice on how close you were to him.

Tom didn't say anything else and before you could open your mouth to ask what it was he wanted to try, you felt his lips crash into yours. His hand traveling from your arm to your face and lightly cupping your cheek.

The whole situation caught you off-guard but you still kissed back. You couldn't believe that the scenario you had dreamed about since high school was finally playing out.

Tom soon pulled away so he could catch his breath. He was now holding himself up with his head in his hand and his elbow on the bed, and the other hand was on the other side of your head, caging you in.

"Was that too far?" He asked, his lip ring going in between his teeth.

Instead of responding, you pulled him back down for a second kiss. This time Tom wasted no time moving his body so he was hovering on top of you, becoming more dominant of the kiss.

After a few more seconds of making out, Tom, once again, pulled away.

"Fuck" He said, completely out of breath

He dropped back to your side and pulled you back into him and silence came upon you two.

"So, I guess it wasn't too far?" Tom asked as his hand rubbed circles on your back

"No, Tom that wasn't 'too far' " You laughed.

You were finally starting to feel calm enough to fall asleep as you cuddled into Tom.

"What about I take you on a proper date after the movie on Sunday." He said after a couple more minutes of silence.

"And where would that proper date be?" You asked before running your finger down his chest.

"Sombrero"

His answer made you laugh, but you tried to hold it back due to how late it was.

"That sounds amazing, Tom" You smiled up at him.

He was already looking down at you with a grin on his face. You took the next couple moments to bury your head in his chest before speaking one last time.

"Goodnight, Tommy" You said, bringing back the old high school nickname you had for him.

"Goodnight, baby" He responded before leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

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The Murder in the Dressing Room

Chapter 8: Because I Love You

Just a small note: im so excited for you guys to read this one you have no idea. going through the editing process this week has somehow made it my favorite chapter in the whole story i swear. Alright also need the routine stamp of Edited By @pathos-logical who made this what it is today i swear

Warnings: unsympathetic deceit, abusive deceit, manipulative deceit, toxic relationships,slight blood mention, slight medication mention, unwanted kissing, a litttlleee bit of unwanted touching.

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"Hey there, beautiful~" A handsome stranger in a yellow button up smiled down at him, sliding into the stool at his right. "Can I buy you a drink?" Normally Roman wouldn’t have thought twice about refusing the offer, but the irritation lingering in his chest made him reckless. He traced his eyes over the man’s face, gaze catching on his green eyes. He couldn't tell what it was, but something in them made Roman want to say yes, want to listen to every word he said. 

… Just one drink can’t hurt, he decided, requesting just a diet coke while raising his eyebrows at the man. He didn't complain, which Roman took as a good sign.

"I'm Ethan, but you can call me Dee," he introduced himself, offering his hand.

"Roman," he said, taking the hand and holding it for a moment longer than necessary. He couldn't help it- those eyes were sucking him in and putting him in a daze. 

"So what are you doing here, Roman?" The way the man- Ethan- said his name made his heart skip a beat. "Looking for anything from tonight?" The way he smirked made it clear he didn't mean anything so much as anyone, and he was looking at Roman like he was the most beautiful man in the world. It felt good to be flirted with. Logan sure as hell didn't do that too often. 

Logan… 

"Me and my boyfriend are fighting," Roman chuckled nervously. “I just wanted to have fun for a bit and forget about him." Roman scooted away, suddenly rethinking coming here. He loved Logan, he just… got so frustrated with him sometimes. He'd spent nearly every day at work for the past few months, even his days off. He worked and worked and left no time for Roman. All he wanted was some attention. That wasn't too much to ask, right?

Ethan frowned like Roman had just told him Logan had locked him up in a tower. He leaned forward a little, seemingly unconsciously bridging the space Roman had put between them. The shifting lights of the club shadowed his eyes and threw the scar on his face into sharp relief for a second, making him look… dangerous. "You deserve better."

Roman laughed purely out of shock, a little taken aback by how serious he sounded. He tried to deflect, to take some of the blame off Logan, but Ethan steamrollered right over him. "You look lonely. Don't you want to forget yourself and be someone else for a night? Don't you want to the star of the show for a change?"

Ethan had seen right through Roman- hell, he'd practically read his mind, reaching down into his soul and pulling up wants he couldn't even admit to himself. Roman wanted to move back and put some distance between himself and Ethan- or maybe just the uncomfortable truth- but then Ethan smiled, slow and deadly as any poison. "A guy like you shouldn't be lonely tonight."

Roman’s breath sped up against his will. A hopeful grin crept across his face in a way he hoped didn't look too eager. "Maybe…" He leaned in, maybe a little more than he should. "Could you… could you make that happen?" 

Ethan… no, Dee, quirked an eyebrow at him, his smirk deepening to something lethal, and struck the killing blow.

"Anything you want…" 

And god, Roman wished he could have the excuse that he was drunk that night, to say he wasn't thinking clearly when this man pulled him away into his huge house and made him feel like he was the most precious treasure in his collection. To say he was high or drunk or drugged when he woke up in another man's arms wishing this movie star life could always be his. He wanted to say that he didn't enjoy that night, that he thought of Logan the whole time, that he didn't mean any of it. But he couldn't lie to Logan… Not like that. 

Street lights lit up Dee's face as he drove down the winding streets. He'd been quiet since they'd left the hotel; whether that was good or bad was anyone's guess. Roman sat beside him just as silently, lost in thoughts of the night everything went wrong. The first of many "worst mistakes of his life". Without even realizing it, tears began to slip down his face.

Dee's hand rested on Roman's knee, thumb rubbing in small circles but not moving any farther up his leg like they usually did. He glanced over and put a fake pout on his face, the kind he was so good at. It made Roman sick. 

"Why are you crying, baby?" Roman stayed silent. "We're going home! Don't you wanna go back home with me?" Dee took his eyes off the road to wipe off the tears, and despite being a sweet gesture, Roman could only read it as a threat. Everything Dee did now felt like one- he'd never be safe around him again, not after this.

He forced himself to nod his head slightly, sniffing and wiping at his own eyes. He was lying, but he had a feeling saying "no, I want to go back to Logan and I want you to leave me alone forever" would make Dee slam the car into a tree. Dee smiled at him, turning back to the road.

“Why are you doing this, Dee?” Roman asked quietly. He didn't know what he was expecting to hear. Maybe “because I'm evil’ or ”because you’re mine”- something he could understand, something that would make sense, at least with Dee’s twisted worldview in mind. What he did not expect was the soft “because I love you” that came from the man, sounding as genuine as it had all those months ago.

“Because I love you, Roman,” Dee smiled, cupping his cheeks in his hands, "and I want to marry you." Dee hadn't waited for an answer after proposing- he’d immediately slipped the ring onto Roman’s finger, pulling Roman back in when he stumbled back in surprise. He leaned down and kissed Roman, not caring that he didn't reciprocate, ignoring how Roman tried to squirm out of his grip.

Roman's mind was racing a million miles an hour. Marriage? He had been trying to work up the courage to break up with Dee for weeks, and now he thought it was the time for marriage? 

"Don't you think that's a little fast?" Roman tried nervously, putting his hands on Dee's chest in an effort to keep him away without showing it. "I mean- Dee, baby, we've only been dating for a year," he chuckled, trying desperately to keep his voice light. He looked down at the ring. The bright diamond caught the light, a promise of more of this picture-perfect life to come… The sex, money, clothes, attention- all of it was right in front of him. Everything Roman had ever dreamed of, and all he had to do to get it was say yes.

"Do you not want to marry me?" Dee's eyes held something dangerous in them, and Roman read the question for what it was- not a question at all, but a threat.

Roman stared back at him, trying to make his mouth form any words that weren't "of course I do" trying to say that this had gone too far, that he wanted to go home, to see his friends, family, Logan, all the people Dee had made him cut ties with. 

"I'd love to, Ethan," he smiled wearily, standing on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Even at that moment, he’d felt like he’d made a deal with the devil, and every time he looked at that ring he was reminded of the price he paid.

"How's your head, baby?" Dee asked. "I have some ibuprofen in the glove box if you need it." Roman wasn't all that willing to take anything Dee offered, but he was reluctantly grateful to hear it- getting slammed into a wall hadn't exactly left him feeling peachy. It could've been worse, I suppose, he thought. At least he didn't hit hard enough to dent the wall… or my skull.

He reached in the glove box, muttering a meek thank-you as he did. His hand hit against something long and thin wrapped in cloth, and when he peered in to get a better look, he was met with the sight of spots of dark red covering the fabric. He almost jerked his hand out and slammed the glove box shut, and only the knowledge that Dee was watching kept him from doing it. He slowly pulled out the bottle of pills, shaking so badly that he almost couldn’t unscrew the cap.

When his hands finally steadied, Roman took three and popped them into his mouth, wincing as he swallowed. While mumbling out another thanks to be safe, he vaguely made the connection that when Dee had apologised, it was specifically asking for forgiveness, not to make Roman feel better. Had it always been like that? No… He had to have been earnest in the beginning. Roman wouldn't have gone with him if he wasn't. Right? 

"Why are you so quiet, my prince?" Dee cooed, glancing over every few seconds to look at his love. His Prince Charming… 

"Hey, Prince Charming!" Virgil called, throwing a pillow across the room at the pair. "Back off on the PDA, I have virgin eyes." He dodged the pillow when Logan threw it back at him, laughing. He had started calling Roman that after he’d walked in on Roman serenading Logan with Disney songs in the kitchen, and Roman would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

Roman dropped to a knee, bowing to Virgil with a look of mock regret on his face "Oh King Virgil the Virgin, how will you ever forgive my misdeeds?!" He threw a hand on his forehead, flopping onto his back like a Victorian mistress who’d just gotten a whiff of her vivid green wallpaper. "My only hope is that you continue to let me rule over this humble kingdom under you!" Roman kept his eyes shut tight, trying not to break, but when Logan of all people started snickering, he burst out laughing and let the act drop. Virgil was laughing too, they all were, and that was the best thing about them. They were always laughing, everything was fun with them.

And now Virgil was gone… 

And now he was back with Ethan… 

Now he'd ruined it all.

Roman let his tears fall freely. Sitting beside the murderer of his best friends and his brother, it occurred to him- not for the first time in the relationship- how completely and utterly trapped he was.

"I'm just… thinking about Remus," he whispered, wiping his tears with the top of his shirt. It was only partly a lie; he wasn't just thinking of Remus, he was thinking of everyone. Remus, Virgil, Thomas, Logan- all of them were clawing out of his brain and finding their way down his face. But Remus was family, and hopefully that was someone Dee would allow him to grieve for…   

But Dee didn't look sympathetic. "You didn't need him," he said coldly, pulling into their house- no, his house. Roman didn't belong there anymore. "I did you a favor, Roman. Now you can focus on me." Roman must've done something with his face, because Dee's coldness turned right back to sweetness. "Now we can focus on us."

Roman nodded even though he knew that wasn't right, stomach twisting in knots at the reminder that he was the reason people died- that no matter how indirectly, it might as well have been him who’d killed them. That he was only here so Dee wouldn't hurt anyone else

"Remember the rules?" Dee asked, staring down at his passenger before unlocking the doors. The light, casual malice in his voice made Roman think of the knife in the glove box, and he nodded jerkily, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying. They'd gone over them three times in the car; they’d been drilled into his brain by now. He thought he’d break down if he had to hear them out loud one more time, but- "Say them," Dee demanded, and Roman obliged. 

"One hand on you at all times." He started with the easy one, voice strained to the point of breaking to keep from bursting into tears. "If I run, you'll kill Logan. If I scream, you'll kill Logan." His voice was cracking. "If I call for help, you'll kill Logan…" Dee smiled at him, leaning in and kissing Roman sweetly as he unlocked the doors to the place Roman had once called home. Hand on Roman's back, Dee pushed him gently through the house. They walked through the living room, spare bedrooms, the small library, passing everything until they were in the very back. Roman almost lost himself in the haze of familiar scenery for a few minutes, but then-

"Dee? Dee, our room is back there, Dee where are we going?" Roman couldn’t help how his voice pitched up in terror, and his attempts to dig his heels in were to no avail; Dee just shoved him forward more forcefully. He threw open the door to the basement- the one room in this huge house Roman had always been too afraid to go into, the one that locked from the outside. 

"I have some business to do, my prince, I'm going to have to leave you here for a bit," Dee said with a fake pout. Nonsensically, almost hysterically, Roman thought that all his expressions were fake- nothing about him was real. Not anymore.

"Please don't leave me here, Dee," Roman cried, trying to follow him up the stairs. "Please, I promise I won't leave, Ethan-" but the door slammed shut, and the lock clicked behind him.

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One thing that Ethan didn't mention was that no matter how closely Roman followed the rules, no matter how good and obedient he was, Ethan had always planned on killing Logan. Nothing Roman could do or say would've convinced him otherwise. 

Ethan was in love with the idea of Roman, in love with having someone beautiful to wake up beside and do everything he said. He loved having his little plaything, and one person was trying to keep that from him. And that just wouldn't do… 

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The Big Easy Decision

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." - Ferris Bueller

The whole world can change in a week. We've seen it happen over and over again in 2020. We started the year with the devastating loss of our cat Soggy. He was a stray who showed up at my doorstep when I moved into my last apartment in mid-2019. He would greet me whenever I got home, rolling over to show his belly. He was always happy, and because of the constant rain in Florida, always wet, thus the name, Soggy. When Hurricane Dorian was on the way, I got worried about the little cat that seemed to live on my front porch. I took him in, bathed him, treated him for fleas, and let him ride out the storm in my apartment. Once the storm had passed, my boyfriend George and I took him to the vet to get his shots. He stayed with us for three months. One fateful day in January of this year, I walked into the hallway and noticed a trail of feces. "These damn cats!" My first thought was to grab the paper towels and bleach. But why would they have pooped all over the floor? 

I looked toward the bedroom and saw Soggy's tail twitching. "Soggy?" I said nervously as I peeked behind the door. There, curled on the floor, was Soggy. Mouth open, tongue hanging out, eyes fogged over, twitching. We were immediately in the car driving down the street to the vet. We were too late. The vet said she thought it was a stroke. We buried him in the back yard and spent the next week in tears. We had lost our baby, and the year had just started. It was devastating, but we were optimistic; it was January, and we had plenty of time to make happy memories for 2020. February and early March were sprinkled with good and bad. George lost an old friend to depression, but we got to see one of his best friends get married, and we took a trip with his Nephews and my son to the NBA Experience in Orlando, Florida, and had a fantastic time.  

In mid-march, COVID-19 had become a worldwide pandemic, and we were in lockdown. George is an actor, so he was entirely out of work, and I was worried that I'd soon lose my job. The bad of 2020 certainly seemed to be taking over. In June, I tested positive for COVID-19; even though I hadn't gone out (I had even been having my groceries delivered), I was supposed to paint a sign for The Riverside Children's Arts Center, where I work. I had been delaying it because I didn't want to go to the hardware store to buy the supplies I needed. On June 24th, I decided to wear a mask and get the stuff. I walked in, stealthily dodging people, staying ten feet away from everyone I saw, went straight to the lumber section, grabbed my piece of wood, and did self-check-out. I got back to my car, doused myself in hand sanitizer, and went straight home. Later that day, I realized that I couldn't smell anything. I was hesitant to tell George because I didn't want to be locked up in a room by myself for 14 days. But I did the right thing. I quarantined myself and got tested. It took ten days for my results to get back to me, but I was sure I had it. I was coughing, had shortness of breath, going to the bathroom made me feel like I had run a marathon. I had so much resentment for that stupid sign. 2020 was totally sucking, but I am happy to say I have made a full recovery, including regaining my sense of smell.

It's been a prolonged year. It's August, and losing Soggy seems like something that happened ten years ago. Since March, George and I have started a nightly routine of drinking hot tea on the front porch in the evenings before bed. This past Friday, during our porch time, we came up with a crazy idea. What if we went on a road trip out to California and back? We talked for over an hour; I gushed about my love for California; it's my home. The next morning when I opened my eyes, George was already awake, he greeted me with his bright blue eyes and sparkling smile, "So, are we doing this?" I knew exactly what he was talking about, "Yes!"

At breakfast, we had a more serious discussion about it. Could we actually travel across the country with only a few day's notice? More importantly, could we travel across the country during a pandemic? I guess the even more important question was actually, should we travel across the country during a pandemic? I know that the most obvious answer is no, we shouldn't. But I had spent most of 2020 indoors, and our recent venture out to Americus, Georgia, had me aching to travel again. So I justified it like this: we want to go. That's it. Now, I'm not thinking that I'm immune to COVID just because I already had it, and I don't believe that a mask is going to protect me from everything, and I'm not one of those people that's like, "Fuck the coronavirus, I do what I want." But I am someone who wants to enjoy life, and see the world. So we decided that we would go, and we would be as careful as possible. As someone that's done a decent amount of traveling, I was very uncertain about how exactly we'd have a fulfilling vacation with so many things being different. So we packed our things, and plenty of hand sanitizer and face masks, and we headed out on the road.  

Our first stop was New Orleans, Louisiana. While I had been to Louisiana many times, I had never been to New Orleans, and George visited last when he was eight years old. So it would be a new experience for both of us. The first day of the trip included driving through Alabama and Mississippi. When I was younger, I looked really young. I mean, when I was in 7th grade, I could have passed for seven years old. I spent nearly all junior high feeling insecure, and like I was being judged for what I was wearing because my mom would dress me in matching short sets meant for 7-year-olds. I thought those feelings had long been forgotten until I wore a face mask in Alabama. At one of our restroom stops, there was even a man that looked at me, smirked, and stood so close he was touching my shoulder as he browsed the donut case. He let out a light chuckle as I immediately stepped away, not just because of COVID, but because, ew!

We arrived in New Orleans around 3 pm, and checked into our Hotel. We had a goal to try to spend no more than $50 per night on hotels and had managed to find a Motel 6 for $47 per night taxes included. I love staying at fancy 4-star hotels, which probably goes without saying, because who really is against luxury? That said, I'm not above staying somewhere cheap, especially if it means more money for my favorite part of travel; the food. It was everything you'd expect a $47 per night motel to be, no-frills, and pretty shabby. The room itself was okay; they provided us with two towels, a tiny soap, and sheets that looked clean, minus the cigarette burns. We wiped everything in the room down with disinfectant wipes (just to make sure.) After resting awhile and getting cleaned up, we headed out to check out the French Quarter about which we'd heard so much. I was delighted with the Creole townhouses and cottages that lined the streets, New Orleans Square was always my favorite area of Disneyland as a kid, and seeing the real-life version was very exciting. We decided to go for a walk down Canal Street and Bourbon street because as tourists, that was our job. It wasn't terribly crowded, but there were still plenty of street performers out filling the air with music and a sense that everything was fine, and life is entirely normal, which is everything I would expect from Louisiana in general. The city's downside was a massive homeless population and panhandlers that ask for money seemingly every few feet. We decided to risk going inside a restaurant for dinner; we ate at Olde Nola Cookery, which we found based on online reviews. We both had catfish, which was terrific, and the restaurant staff took extra care to keep germ free. They wore masks properly, gloves when serving food, and even had digital menus so that we didn't have to touch a menu used by anyone else. After dinner, we were exhausted from our trip and returned to our rented rat's nest to sleep.

We awoke the next morning at 7 am, and by eight we were out at breakfast. We chose Two Chicks Cafe because it was highly rated for breakfast, and it didn't disappoint. We had their special eggs Benedict, with a cajun hollandaise sauce, and a croissant instead of an English muffin. The croissant was decent, not the delicate thousand-layer dream you'd get from an authentic French Bakery, but far from a Pillsbury recent roll. It was a respectable croissant. The poached eggs were really poached eggs; they didn't use any kind of egg-poaching device, someone actually poached this egg with expert skill.

After breakfast we stopped by the Metairie Cemetery, these beautiful old cemeteries are something I've always wanted to see, and I was so happy that we got to stop. We're now on our way to Dallas Texas!