#but then i came home at around four in the afternoon and i make myself some food and i call my mom and i text some friends

[eureka-its-zico]

Chaos in Their Bones

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: All your life you’d listened to your friend, Usopp spin wild tales about pirates and adventure. Pirates weren’t a thing that came often to Syrup Village, but one straw hat pirate and his crew changed all that the day they arrived. Now, you aren’t so sure if your sleepy little village was always pirate-free or if no one had been paying attention. 

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, frienemies to lovers, slow burn (I hope y’all like aching) eventual smut

Words: 5k+

A/N: I told myself I wasn’t going to do this, so naturally I did it anyway. This is the first chapter in a planned series with a reader insert following the events of the OPLA universe. I sincerely hope that this is a story you all love as this is my first initial time writing for one of my beloved anime. But let’s be real, after seeing Mackenyu play Zoro (my fav) I knew I was going to be whipped from the start. The reader will go by “Doc” in this story at times, and later a nickname by Zoro himself.  As always, I hope you enjoy this. Much love, Jenn. Also, thank you @thegreatesttttttttt for indulging me.

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The ringing of the bell thundered through the sky above. An upcoming warning of four words that would echo through the street's moments later. 

“The pirates are coming!”

You could practically hear the rest of the town groan with a sigh. Their annoyance stunk up the streets as Usopp sounded the imaginary alarm as he usually did every day around this time. Maybe it was because you considered Usopp a friend that his tall tales and wild imagination didn’t bother you. 

Instead, a sly smile tilted your lips as you continued to grind the seeds deep into the mortar. Mr. Edison’s gruff voice from outside your window reminded Usopp for the millionth time that he needed to stop as he sprinted past. 

“What is that boy going on about?” Naan huffed.

You sent a quick glance behind your shoulder at the older woman who was currently folding the recently washed linens. All of them are used with a purpose to either staunch bloody wounds or for the simple purpose of relieving colds. Naan’s linens, like her home, were used for a multitude of healing services, with the only payment she accepted was that of the kindness of others around her. 

“You already know, Naan,” you replied, your smile evident in your words. “It’s the usual afternoon reminder to stay on your toes.”

A deep chuckle came from behind you followed by the soft cough that came after. 

“These toes can’t do very much standing. So, maybe tell your friend to give me a day of rest soon.”

“Usopp has done this every day for seven years. I don’t think anything anyone will ever say will make him stop.”

Even if you could get Usopp to stop, you wouldn’t be the one to make him. You weren’t sure how many people in town knew who his father was - or that he’d been a pirate. A father by suggestion, Usopp’s wild imagination could only recall small things from the stories his mother had been willing to share, and from those stories, even greater ones grew.

While everyone else may have found Usopp’s stories as an ever-present headache you knew they held a deeper meaning. They were the only thing he knew of a man he never got to know. 

The sound of chair legs creaking across the floor cut you out of your thoughts. Just in time from the looks of the seed putty you’d created. A heavy thud on the boards informed you Naan grabbed her cane and the heavier shuffling of her feet that she was heading in your direction. 

“What are you so intently making over here, child?”

Settling down the pestle, you reached over your workstation to grab a pot. You were going to need to fetch some water to bring everything to a bowl before you strained it into a jar. 

“Water. I need to go get some water,” you murmured as you brought the pot down in front of you.

“Am I talking to myself?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Naan. Did you say something?”

This time you did dare to look at her. Her deep-set wrinkles set impossibly deeper as she regarded your work from over your shoulder. 

“Oh, I only asked what you were making that was stinking up my kitchen.”

Your eyes flew open wide as you took a deep breath in. You were sure the only thing you’d put in that maybe - maybe - smelled was the slippery elm, but you hadn’t even steeped it in the water yet. Naan must have read your panic before it began to stitch your brow together. Your eyes still helplessly peeled to the job in front of you instead of the chuckling woman behind you. 

“It’s fine, child. I’m just teasing you.”

All your panic rushed out in a huff of air as your body finally turned to greet her. Your eyes instantly took in the very tired look of hers. 

“You should get some rest, Naan.”

The two of you knew you meant well. You would never try and make Naan feel older than she already felt, except you didn’t give a damn about her feelings when you could easily spot the sweat on her upper lip. The way her body leaned more into the cane that supported her. She batted your concern away with a swat of her free hand. As if it would be enough to make whatever fear that gripped at your heart magically disappear.  

“Don’t patronize me. I’m fine.”

“You are not fine. You're wheezing with every breath now-“

“I said I’m fine. Leave me alone and start worrying about whatever it is you’re making.”

“Well,  if you would stop interrupting me, maybe I could finish it!”

The irritation in your voice wasn’t hard to miss. Naan heard it too no doubt with the way her brow cocked as if begging you to repeat it. 

The silence stretched uncomfortably between you. Naan wouldn’t even look at you - probably too scared to see your eyes pleading, full of worry for her to just go lay down. 

Why must you always be so stubborn? 

The question sat on your tongue and made your words form like molasses. You weren’t a child anymore. So, it begged the question of why you were still afraid to speak to her like an adult. It didn’t matter if what you said hurt her old feelings. Not when the thought of her not being around made your chest begin to spread wide like an aching chasm. 

“You never did say what you were making.”

You pressed your tongue against your cheek while you debated if it would be worth it to try and argue with her. Of course, you were always the first one to relent and push it under the metaphorical rug.

“It’s a gift for Miss Kaya. Usopp told me her cough hadn’t changed and asked if I would make something for her.”

“Hmm,” Naan hummed in thought. “That boy is strange, but he is kind.”

“Not as strange as Kaya having an unknown illness the last few years and never seeking any aid from the town's doctor,” you grumbled. 

Naan’s hand lightly clasped your shoulder in comfort - comfort you didn’t want to accept. Not only were thoughts of Naan being sick plaguing every ounce of free space in your brain but now so was Kaya. You’d only met her once when you were younger with Usopp and after her parents died that odd butler, Klahadore, kept her under strict observation. 

In all the years you’d been with Naan, learning everything she could teach about healing, you’d found it odd that the staff never came to ask for help. You couldn’t recall a time when Sham or Buchi ever came down requesting any tonics or medicines from Naan, or for her to come with them to examine Kaya in the first place. 

I wasn’t aware they were waitstaff and doctors. 

You knew these thoughts would only dampen your mood until it turned completely sour. You just couldn’t stop the runaway train that was your thoughts from slipping back into questioning everything with the universe never giving you any new answers. 

“How many times have I told you, child, we can’t make people get help. They have to seek it themselves and that- that is when the real healing begins.”

You were already bitter and that bitterness responded to Naan’s words in the form of an eye roll. One you were lucky the older woman didn’t see. 

“It’s just not right.” 

“Right or not, it’s not our place to go butting in.”

She stood behind you for a few more minutes waiting for a reply you didn’t give. You were done talking. Done trying to get her to understand that she was sick too and that all those years of molding words and actions to help others were what drove you to help her. To help Kaya. Only Usopp seemed to notice that something in her grand home wasn’t right. 

Frustration drew tight across your chest causing your hands to seek support against the counter. For a split second, you imagined yourself splitting open and becoming two separate people. One being the doctor Naan trained you to be and the other something less controlled. Someone who was tired of listening but never being heard. 

You listened as Naan began to retreat back to her table where the rest of the linens waited to be folded. You listened as another terrible cough violently shook itself free from her lungs as you focused on your work. 

If you couldn’t help Naan you were just going to settle for helping Miss Kaya. Once you finished making Usopp’s requested medicine you were going to be sure he delivered it to her. 

It was time a doctor paid a visit. 

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The shipyard. 

Of course, Usopp was going to be here. Why you hadn't thought to come here first felt like a mystery all on its own. 

In all the years you’d known him, Usopp’s routine hardly ever changed. He usually performed his usual pirate ritual just before he started his day in the shipyard. He was hired to care for and clean all of the ships housed within, however, and upon no real surprise to you, Usopp cleaned and polished the Going Merry daily. 

So, it didn’t surprise you to find him already on the ship. What did surprise you were the three people standing with him steps away from the Going Merry, herself. 

You didn’t feel alarmed in any way. Usopp was good with people - he enjoyed talking to anyone willing to listen. The man with the straw hat, who was grinning wildly in the direction of Usopp and then to his friends, seemed happy to listen. He was giving Usopp his full attention and whatever your friend was saying was exactly what Straw Hat wanted to hear. 

The other two people beside him, however, didn’t seem to share in the excitement. Sure, the pretty woman with the orange hair was giving all the perfect signaling queues of a smile and nod to make it believable that she was interested in anything Usopp had to say. Did she probably care about whatever was being said? Probably not, but at least she didn’t look as sour as the moss-hair-colored guy- 

Holy shit

Your feet stopped working. Your knees seemed to refuse to bend, to make any movement forward for the last few feet to close the distance to the group. For what reason? There had to be a perfectly good reason- 

Nope. Thoughts gone. Head empty. 

That was the best way to describe what was currently happening as your eyes stayed glued to the three-sword-wielding swordsman standing next to the woman. 

Three swords? You wondered. Where does the other one go?

Maybe you would ask him if you ever summed up the courage to do just that. If you could just get your legs to function again. 

In all the time you’d lived on Shell Island you were more than positive you’d never seen someone that looked close to him. Especially someone carrying around three swords or standing with so much purpose. Even as your eyes took him in you could tell he was pretending to be relaxed, but after years of mending bodies, you noticed the tightness between his shoulder blades. The ease he tried to display with a hand resting on the hilt of the sword wasn’t actually resting. Even relaxed, this man was ready to unsheathe those blades and use them at a moment's notice. 

While the idea made you consider him a great swordsman, your heart also ached at the thought of feeling trapped and weary of others' intentions. 

Your thoughts would’ve continued to run wild as you embarrassingly gawked at this stranger and his friends. All of that was ruined, however, when Usopp caught a glimpse of you between orange and green hair. 

“Doc!”

Usopp’s excitement translated to a crazy arm wave and immediately caused all three of his newfound friends to face you. God, this meant you had to get your legs working. You had to physically move closer. You could do that. No problem. 

Taking in a deep breath, you allowed a genuine smile to raise your lips in welcome. Luckily, your feet didn’t betray you as you moved the last few feet. You made a mental note as you got closer that the straw hat was meeting your smile with his own, while the other two regarded you with lackluster enthusiasm. 

Great. They were the grumpy types of people. 

“There you are Usopp,” you began cheerfully. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

“You know, Usopp?” Asked straw hat. 

You felt your brow crease in question as your smile wilted at the corners. 

“I would hope so. We’ve known each other since we’ve lived here.”

“Impressive,” mumbled the woman. 

Okay, maybe she wasn’t as friendly as you originally thought, but she was still definitely friendlier than moss hair. Who currently felt like he was drilling holes into your chest. 

“Ugh, Doc I was just going to take these guys to visit, Kaya,” Usopp interjected. 

He was still smiling - always smiling. His eyes darted to the three new faces before landing back at you. 

“Why would you take them to see, Kaya?”

“She owns the shipyard and we-“Straw hat interjected, “Are in need of a ship. That beautiful ship behind us, to be exact.” 

You glanced behind him to the Going Merry. Kaya’s family ship. 

You shot Usopp a questioning glance that you weren’t surprised to see him ignore. He was up to something there was no doubting that. The issue was you weren’t sure what angle he was trying to play. 

“Good luck with that.” 

You did mean it. You didn’t think he was going to get it no matter how good-natured he seemed. That was still a family memory you weren’t sure Kaya would be willing to part with. 

“Thanks!”

“Doc, before I take them over there do you by chance have what I asked for?”

You patted your satchel for good measure before you replied, “That’s why I was looking for you. I have it right here.” 

Usopp took a step towards you, his hand outstretched in waiting for you to deposit the bottle. When you didn’t comply with his request he shot you a look of worry. 

“You do have it right?”

“Yes, Usopp I told you I did. I just want to come with you to check on her myself.”

A look of worry dimmed the mirth in his eyes for one second. If you didn’t know what to look for you would have missed it entirely. You knew he’d been asking you for months to sneak in with him to visit Kaya. His own suspicions began to outweigh the doubt that plagued his heart with every heavy decision that needed to be made. 

Deep down, Usopp knew if you were finally going to answer his request of sneaking in with him, it must be serious. A concept Usopp himself purposely tried to run from often. 

“Wait, you’re a doctor? That is so cool!” 

You needed to learn Straw Hat’s name because he was growing on you fast. 

“I’m no-“

“She’s actually one of the best doctors in the whole East Blue,” Usopp beamed. “She’s cured this small village of at least two possible plague outbreaks twice already.” 

You were willing to bet your eyes were the size of saucers. There was no way any of them would believe that kind of nonsense. There was absolutely no way- 

“Wow, now that is really impressive! Sounds just like somebody who should be a part of my crew-“

“No!”

“We are not a crew!”

The absolute verbal whiplash you just experienced left your head reeling to pick up on every conversation. Straw Hat was practically turning into pure sunshine in front of you, while the other two were glaring like you’d sprouted three heads. 

Geez, what a tough crowd. 

“Ok, wait what?”

“It’s nothing he doesn’t mean anything by it,” the woman replied, a tight smile thinning out her lips. 

“We don’t need someone pretending to play medicine woman to join us.” 

Your eyes narrowed in on the now green-haired monster. He met your cold glance with his own. Whoever - whatever - he experienced in his life meant he didn’t find you the least bit threatening. He regarded you like an annoyance and you found yourself wondering why the universe made all the grumpy ones the most attractive. 

If his lips pouted any harder he was going to have to rent a kissing booth. 

“For your information, I’m not a pretend doctor.”

Whatever he was going to reply with was cut off by Straw hat who quickly pointed at himself. “I’m Luffy, and these are my companions Nami and Zoro.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Luffy,” you beamed letting them know your name in response. “But most people just refer to me as Doc because of Usopp.” 

Nami clapped her hands together to bring you both back to the matter at hand. Kaya’s medicine. Their boat. 

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, can we get going? We really should stop by and pay her a visit.” 

“Oh yeah! Come on guys, I can show you the fastest way there.” 

Usopp tossed down his rag and skipped backward to the crate where his own satchel sat. 

“Great! If you guys will kindly follow me this way I can show you something really awesome.” 

You wanted to smack some sense into him. Usopp always wanted to be liked - for people to spend time with him and enjoy it. Besides Kaya and you who humored him with his opulent imagination and ability to spin fables like cotton candy. These people, Luffy excluded, did not deserve his endearing desire for friendship. They were both giving off major chip on their shoulder vibes and you vowed to become an even bigger pain in the ass if they were unnecessarily rude to him. 

They didn’t wait to know if you were joining them or even behind them. They all moved forward to follow Usopp, who was spit-firing a conversation at Luffy who easily seemed to match it with his own charisma. Nami and Zoro trudged behind them both and you brought up the rear. 

You’d hoped at some point Luffy or Usopp would drag you into the conversation. Anything that would keep your wandering eyes from constantly burrowing holes between Zoro’s sculpted shoulders. If you didn’t locate some form of self-control soon, you were positive your brain would be sent spinning into a tangent about how martial arts training with weapons was a godsend. So, looking at your feet for the next few miles would have to suffice. 

It was strange how the world between poverty and the rich was such an overwhelming force. The farther you ventured out past the town and into the privacy of the landscape that kept Kaya’s family home hidden, it was a wonder that anyone would know it was there. 

There were endless strawberry fields that farmers planted on one side and potatoes on the other. Dozens of workers tended to their growth with their hard work and sweat until a wall of bamboo cut off any view. All you could see was an endless path swallowed in bamboo branches making the path more foreboding than you thought necessary. 

When you finally came in through the front gates, their iron and mortar was a welcomed sight. The one thing that wasn’t was that stupid Well you’d grown to hate ever since you almost fell in looking over the side as a child. 

“I’ve never seen a house this big before.” 

Luffy’s admission sent your eyes up from your feet to the large garden entrance. And that damned well that sat like a mockery in the middle of the walkway to the front. 

“It’s impressive, right? Kaya’s given me an open invitation to stop by anytime I want.” 

Your eyes darted over to Usopp who was practically skipping with excitement as he and Luffy made their way over to the well. You wanted him to look at you, but you knew he wouldn’t. If he did, Usopp would only find you looking at him - full of questions - with a look calling him a liar. You would never want him to feel bad. It was never your intention, however, it was going to be more embarrassing if you all got caught and thrown out on your ass than just being honest. 

“Wow. That’s pretty awesome,” Luffy breathed. His face was full of wonder as he continued to take in the large space. “All of this is just for one person?”

“Well…she lives here with a few other staff.”

“Yeah. A bunch of asshole staff,” you grumbled under your breath.

By the way, Luffy and Usopp were hanging over the side of the well - ick - neither of them had heard you. Unfortunately, your fellow rear buddies did. 

“You don’t seem to be a fan of the staff?” Nami ventured. 

You eyed her carefully. She came off friendly enough, but she wasn’t giving anything else away. The small smile on her lips wasn’t reaching her eyes. Instead, they were calculating and waiting for you to give her any information you were willing or unwilling to give. 

Nami was incredibly smart and equally dangerous because of it. 

“They do a lot of suspicious things,” you replied slowly, unsure of how much sharing was too much. 

“I’m sure butlers don’t come harboring life-threatening secrets,” Zoro countered.

His hand shoved in a pocket while the other still rested on the sword. He regarded you the way adults do children making up fairytales. The way the townspeople looked at Usopp like a silly child always crying wolf. They both thought you were being silly, and you wish you could say their disregard didn’t make your chest cave in just a bit, but you never were a good liar. 

“No, maybe butlers don’t,” you countered, “but people do.”

When neither of them showed signs of continuing on with the conversation you started forward following Usopp and Luffy. You didn’t care about whatever conversation Zoro or Nami were having behind you. They could’ve been discussing robbing the place blind for all you could care about. 

You were worried more about the people than the objects inside. 

“If you have an invitation, why are we going through the back way?”

Just tell them, Usopp. 

“Oh, well I never go through the front entrance. This is more of a VIP entrance.”

“This guy is full of shit.”

“Yeah, but if he gets us inside who cares.” 

Why was Luffy the only member of this merry band of misfits who weren’t incredibly grumpy? 

“Usopp,” you called out to him in a warning. 

He gave you a glance over his shoulder before he made his way over the giant lily pads without a reply. 

Little shit, you thought as you realized he was very much choosing to ignore your existence. Did you blame him? Not really. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had humored him this long and you were debating on if you should be the one to crush his newfound hopes and dreams. 

Fortunately for you, you weren’t going to have to be the bad guy in that scenario. One already seemed to exist. 

Just as Usopp reached the second lily pad, you knew something was wrong. The hiccup of an, “Oh,” that came out of him registering as panic. He was already turning back to stop Luffy from coming closer, almost begging him to go to another entrance - an extra special one - when he was interrupted by a knife plunging into the lily pad between his feet. 

A very sharp knife. One you knew could’ve easily severed flesh or nicked an artery. Your blood boiled as you pushed past Luffy, your eyes darting wildly as Buchi stalked towards Usopp who stuttered past a greeting. 

“What the hell are you doing here, Usopp?” He snapped as his hands lurched in to grasp the leather of Usopp’s top. “You know you aren’t welcome here.” 

“I know nothing of the sort. I came to give Kaya an extra-special gift.”

You practically glided past the last lily pad when a sharp hiss cut the air. You didn’t necessarily need to look to see if it was Sham. You knew it was. She stood just off the first step from where they’d been disemboweling the hog, mop at the ready, and her teeth bared directly at you.

“He’s brought the doctor,” she hissed. 

Buchi finally seemed to register your presence from behind Usopp and bared his own teeth in warning. 

“You are definitely not welcome here.”

“A rather odd thing to say to a healer when your mistress seems to be suffering a mysterious illness.”

“An illness we are more than capable of handling.”

“I find that highly doubtful.”

With his hands still holding onto Usopp, Buchi leaned forward to growl - literally growl - in your face like a rabid dog. You wanted to poke him in the eye and were incredibly tempted to do so when a soft voice cut through the tension. 

“Usopp! What a wonderful surprise!”

Everyone’s attention shifted as Kaya made her entrance on the arm of Klahadore. You took a step back and away from the two just so Usopp could twist himself free and walk towards the waiting mistress of the estate. 

“I wouldn’t miss today of all days. Happy birthday, Kaya.”

“You remembered.”

My god, she was practically swooning and Usopp was eating it up. 

“I could never forget.” 

This feels awkward. 

They acted like they didn’t have a captive audience watching them look at each other like two lovestruck teenagers. 

It wasn’t hard to notice how Kaya beamed at him or how that attention brought happiness to Usopp. For as long as you can remember, even as children, Usopp always liked her. Sure, he would play it off as if they were just friends. There was no way she could see him that way, but when Kaya’s parents passed away three years ago what was between them seemed to change. Their feelings became something saturated in an understanding of loss. Usopp knew what Kaya needed because it was something he himself had never truly received. 

So, did it bother you that she actually hadn’t greeted you yet? Not really. What did bother you, however, was the way Klahadore’s eyes slithered over to you. It made you feel like you were going to be sick.

“Usopp. Did you bring the doctor with you?”

Please, let me crawl into a hole and die. 

There was something off about Klahadore. It wasn’t just because he made your skin want to completely crawl off your body. It was the way he sounded every alarm bell in your brain. The way your heart speeds up triggering the fight or flight response that was ingrained in your body's defense system. The way he continued to look at you as if you were a bug that needed to be squashed, only drove the feeling home. 

“Oh, yeah. Kaya, I had Doc make you something for your cough. I figured it might be worth a try.” 

God, he looked so happy. He was completely oblivious to how Klahadore seemed ready to smite you both where you stood. 

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. Maybe when you opened them he wouldn’t be staring daggers into your face. 

Nope. No such luck. 

“Oh, that is so incredibly sweet,” Kaya beamed. 

Klahadore slowly set his hand out in front of him. The cold obsidian of his eyes never left your face as he spoke. “Please hand over whatever tonic you’ve acquired for Miss Kaya.”

You weren’t aware your hand was already in the satchel. Your fingers wrapped protectively tight against the cool glass of the bottle as you continued to stare at one another. 

“Hand it over. Please.”

“No-“

Usopp’s hand on your shoulder stopped you cold. Your teeth ground tightly to stop your next words. You didn’t want to hand that asshole anything. Not when Kaya looked so damn pale. 

Something is wrong. 

The thought wormed its way into your brain until it gnawed at all other thoughts until it consumed every available spot. It was all you could think as your eyes continued to look over her frail frame. 

Naan taught you that as a doctor, and as a healer, it was your job to fight for your patients. To always do what you could and what was best for their care. Was giving the medicine you made for Kaya to Klahadore best for her care. 

No. No, it sure as shit didn’t feel like it. 

Maybe that was why it felt like such a betrayal to take the medicine from your bag and drop it inside his gloved hand. You watched as his disgusting white fingers wrapped around the gray bottle and brought it up to rest closely to his chest. 

“Now, Usopp we’ve had this discussion about coming here unannounced - and this time with a doctor.”

“Nonsense, Klahadore,” Kaya interjected. “They are my friends. What a sweet gesture it was, Doc to try and make me something. Usopp, did you come to tell me more stories about your adventures?”

“I can do you one better. I brought some of my crew.”

With a sweep of his arm, Usopp introduced Luffy, Nami, and Zoro who registered this gesture with sheer disbelief. Well, disbelief would be putting it mildly. 

“Is he talking about us?” 

Luffy sounded as confused as you felt. 

“I’m sorry, but we do not have any room for any extra guests tonight, I’m afraid.” 

“Oh please, Klahadore couldn’t they at least stay for dinner? It is my birthday.”

You hated how Kaya had to beg to have company that wasn’t her staff. You could vaguely remember the butler who was in charge before Klahadore had arrived. Mr. Thorburr had been an absolute delight and genuinely seemed to care about Kaya and her family’s wellbeing. If he was still in charge, you were positive he would’ve believed in letting Kaya outside to enjoy the garden or have friends stop by, even unannounced, to visit. 

One day he was just gone and slowly the only staff that was left were these three assholes. It all felt awfully convenient or maybe you were just being petty because you disliked them.

The way Klahadore looked at her made your stomach turn. 

“Anything for you, Miss Kaya.”

You wondered if he choked a little over each word as they traveled up his throat.

“Great!” Luffy shouted. “When do we eat?”

“You don’t. Not dressed like that. You will change and bathe before dinner. No exceptions.”

Everyone was willing to accept the invitation. The premise of a bath seemed enough to make Nami practically skip forward to be led inside by Sham. Your feet, however, refused to move. Usopp, Luffy, and Nami practically took the small stairs up to the patio in one giant leap. Your earlier dread from the day was back and something dark borrowed its way into your chest. 

Something is wrong. 

You were about to turn tail and run when you noticed Zoro stop at the edge of the stairs. His body turned slightly to eye Klahadore one last time before he turned to follow after his crew. It was small and barely lasted a second, but it was enough. 

Zoro noticed something wasn’t right either and maybe, just maybe, he’d be the one to believe you. All you had to do was join him inside the house to talk to him. No biggie. 

Taking in a deep breath you finally moved to follow behind Kaya and Klahadore. Your eyes intently following a particular green-haired swordsman and wondering how you were going to get him alone. 

The showers seemed like a great place to start.

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Finding Home || Part Four

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: homelessness

Summary: Azriel admits to Y/N that he doesn’t want to rush the tasks and he is shown a glimpse of her good faith.

Finding Home Masterlist

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For the second morning in a row, Azriel awoke on Y/N’s couch. His neck was positioned at a weird angle and his wings held a dull ache. But he couldn’t be happier. The scent from the kitchen wafted over to him as he opened his eyes. Quiet humming came from the kitchen that seemed to awaken his shadows, they rose around him before slithering their way into the kitchen. Despite his still tired disposition, Azriel followed. 

What he was greeted to was the sight of Y/N spinning around her kitchen as she prepared a breakfast that could rival anything the House of Wind could create. Azriel couldn’t understand how she had the time for this, it was still early in the–

“Good morning, Azriel,” Y/N greeted. “Or should I say good afternoon? You have slept the whole day away.”

Azriel’s eyes widened. He was not sure when he had ever slept past six in the morning. Seven was considered a lie in for him. But as Azriel looked out of the large bay window, the sun was high in the sky. Despite it being winter, it looked pleasant outside. 

“I’m making some lunch, if you want any,” Y/N said, serving some food onto a plate. “But for you, it would be considered breakfast?” Her teasing tone forced Azriel to send a playful glare her way.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Azriel questioned as Y/N passed a plate of food to him.

Y/N shrugged. “You looked peaceful and I didn’t want to interrupt that.”

“I don’t normally sleep past seven,” Azriel stated.

“I could tell,” Y/N remarked. “Those bags under your eyes were clear of that.”

Y/N placed her plate down on the countertop. Azriel watched as she walked forward and gently placed her hands on his upper arms. At that simple touch, Azriel felt some of the tension in his body fade. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Look,” Y/N said and spun him around to face a small mirror on her wall. “The bags are not completely gone, but they have faded. When was the last time you had a decent sleep?”

“Too long,” Azriel said, his gaze fixated on his reflection. 

Before now, he had not realised how tired he was. If it were a typical day for him, he would wake and immediately begin training, not giving his body a chance to catch up to his exhaustion. He hadn’t felt this well-rested in a long time.

“If I knew how tired you were, I would have let you sleep in my bed, not on the couch, that could not have been comfortable for your wings,” Y/N said, sitting down at the small dining table in the bay window, perfectly fit for two people.

“I wouldn’t have allowed it,” Azriel said. “I am simply taking advantage of the situation I have found myself in.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

Azriel let out a quiet laugh. “Well I get free food for starters.”

“You’ll pay me back,” Y/N stated.

“And how would you want me to pay you back?” Azriel questioned.

Y/N shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet, but I’ll let you know when I do.”

Azriel raised the fork to his mouth and took a bit of the food. He hummed in appreciation, closing his eyes and appreciating the various flavours that burst into his mouth. 

“What is this?” Azriel asked.

“Another recipe my father used to make me,” Y/N said. “I only make it on special occasions.”

“And this is a special occasion?” Azriel asked.

“Yes,” Y/N stated. “Because you have ticked another thing from the list.”

Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think I have. We have only ticked off two? Coffee and dinner.”

Y/N sighed. “Honestly, Azriel, have you even read the list?”

In complete honesty, Azriel hadn’t. He had skimmed a couple of the tasks but hadn’t read beyond the first few properly. 

Y/N took his silence as his answer. “Number twenty-six, lie in.”

“That is seriously a task,” Azriel asked. 

Y/N held the list in her hand, Azriel having no idea where she had plucked it from. “Yes,” she said. “Have a look.”

Y/N thrust the list into Azriel’s hand and he focused on it. There it was, number twenty six. Something within Azriel was not too pleased. Three tasks down and it had barely been twenty four hours. Rhys had given him three months to complete all thirty tasks and if he continued to keep them up at the rate he was, he would have them done in not even two weeks. Too quickly for his liking. 

From the meeting with Rhys to now, Azriel had changed his outlook on the tasks. He wanted to do them. And he was enjoying himself immensely. The height of elation he had reached over the past twenty-four hours had been higher than he had reached in the past five years. And one of the main reasons was the female sitting across the small circular table. 

“Three down!” Y/N exclaimed.

Azriel forced a smile on his face, he hoped that it was convincing, but from the way Y/N’s face seemed to fall, it definitely wasn’t.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, she placed her hand on the table and Azriel noticed her hesitation as she inched it closer. His hand rested not far from hers and he only wished that she would place it on top of his. The feeling of a caring touch was all Azriel craved. 

But his wish did not come true as Y/N slowly inched her hand closer to herself and settled it back in her lap. Azriel couldn’t help the disappointment that washed over him. 

“I just…think we are going through these tasks fast,” Azriel admitted.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Y/N asked. “You didn’t seem too thrilled when you were given them. I thought getting them done and out of the way would cheer you up a bit.” Azriel furrowed his eyebrows. “From the looks of things, it's doing the opposite.”

The words Azriel wanted to articulate were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t get them out. How do you tell someone you just met that you have had more fun with them in twenty-four hours than the past few years with your family? If she took those words the wrong way, then there was that slim possibility that he would scare her away and Azriel would be back where he started, wallowing in misery. 

Instead Azriel opted for a simpler reason. “I enjoy spending time with you.”

Y/N’s face lit up and Azriel felt something within him stir. He was the one who had put that expression on her face. 

“Well that is good, because I really enjoy spending time with you too,” Y/N replied. 

There was something about that ‘really’ that brought out a wide smile on his face. Y/N seemed to mimic it as she leant her head on her hand.

“And I really enjoy when you smile like that,” Y/N said. “It suits you.”

Azriel continued to smile.

***

Despite the nippy weather, Y/N had suggested the two take a walk. After Azriel’s confession of wanting to slow down the tasks, they decided that the task ordering Azriel to take a walk, didn’t count. Their walk was just two friends spending time together, not completing mini missions. 

Y/N was once again wrapped up in her coat, scarf and gloves. Azriel laughed at her as she piled them on before leaving the apartment. Y/N only glared at him before stepping out to face the cold. 

The two walked side by side in silence, but Azriel felt no pressure to fill it. Simply being in Y/N’s presence was enough to keep him content. Any shop they passed, Y/N would sometimes point something out in the window she liked. There was something about that expression on her face that made Azriel want to immediately walk in and buy it, but he knew that Y/N would only march back in and return it in front of him. 

“Oh,” Y/N said, her hand shooting out to stop Azriel in his tracks. 

Azriel was immediately on alert. His shadows span out and scanned the area. “What is it?”

Y/N, noticing immediately his changed demeanour, rolled her eyes. “It is nothing bad, you oversized bat. I can just smell pastries.”

Azriel relaxed as he reeled his shadows back in. As he did so they gently caressed Y/N’s calves. If she noticed she didn’t say anything so Azriel didn’t mention it. 

“Come on,” Y/N said, linking her arm through Azriel’s. 

When the two made it to the bakery, Y/N went in while Azriel waited outside. It was packed and he didn’t want to crowd the space even more with his wings. And some of the questioning looks he was given made him refrain from even trying to enter. 

As he leaned against the wall waiting for Y/N, he felt a tap against his mental shields. He sighed before lowering them.

I trust you have started on the tasks, Rhys questioned.

What would you do if I haven’t? Azriel questioned.

Nothing, I suppose, Rhys said. Despite what you might think, Azriel, these tasks are meant to help you. You haven’t been yourself in quite a while. We thought you could do something that wasn’t court related. Give you a break.

I was fine doing my duties, Azriel said.

Azriel heard Rhys sigh. Look, Az. All of us are worried about you. We just want to help.

Azriel didn’t respond for a while but he could tell that Rhys was still in his mind. He made sure that he didn’t accidentally reveal anything about Y/N. He didn’t want his family to know about her. At least not yet. 

I have made a start on the tasks, Azriel replied.

Are you enjoying them? Rhys asked.

I–

Azriel stopped as Y/N walked out of the bakery and to Azriel. 

I need to go, Azriel replied. I will talk to you later.I

With that, Azriel slammed his shields back up, blocking Rhys out. As Y/N approached him, he smiled at her in greeting. 

“I know you said you didn’t want anything, but I bought you a few things anyway,” Y/N said, peering into the paper bag. “And I was thinking we can go back to my apartment and relax for a while. Of course it doesn’t need to be crossed off the list but it is quite cold out and the thought of sitting back and relaxing sounds nice.”

Azriel nodded. “I might need to go back to my apartment for a change of clothes.”

“Of course,” Y/N replied. “We can go there now, if you want. You can collect some other stuff as well if you want to spend the night again.”

Azriel’s expression softened. “I’d like that.”

Y/N linked her arm with his once again. “Then let’s go.”

As Azriel led her to his own apartment, he was hyper aware of her arm linked through his. Of course she had done it before but Azriel hadn’t even realised at that point something he had been lacking a lot in recent years. Physical touch. Every time Y/N reached out to him, all he wanted to do was link her arm through his, take her hand or just simply brush his fingers against hers. 

As the pair closed in on Azriel’s apartment, he could feel his heart begin to race. What would Y/N think of his apartment? There was not anything embarrassing in there, in fact it was very bare. No personal decoration other than a painting Feyre had gifted him several years ago and a few things he had picked up over the centuries he had been alive. Nothing screamed home about his apartment. 

“Do you want me to wait out here?” Y/N asked.

“And let you freeze to death?” Azriel teased as he fished the unused key from his pocket. 

As they stepped inside, even Azriel was surprised at how bare everything looked. For two nights he had been used to Y/N’s apartment and her cosy decorations and furniture. He was too bland for his liking. Even the curtains were firmly shut. 

“I will only be a second,” Azriel said and entered his bedroom. 

His bedroom was not any better. The bed was still unmade from the last time he had used it, the only indicator of someone living here. He quickly fished for a small bag under his bed and shoved some clothes within it. He gave his bedroom one final look before exiting. When he entered the living area, he found it now filled with light. 

“There,” Y/N said. “Now it doesn’t feel so cold here.”

She stood by the curtains and the soft light shining from behind her made her look ethereal. Even her just standing within his bare apartment made it feel more like a home. 

“Ready to go?” Y/N asked, interrupting Azriel from his thoughts.

“Oh,” Azriel said. He raised the small bag he was holding. “Yes I am.”

“Then let's go,” Y/N said.

They stepped back out into the cold and Y/N immediately inked her arm with his and pulled him away in the opposite direction they had come in. “Let’s walk by the river, it's a nicer route.”

Azriel allowed her to guide him without argument. 

As they walked by the river the wind seemed to pick up and a drizzle of rain began to fall. It was cold but Azriel could handle it with ease, but Y/N was shivering and it was beginning to shake Azriel’s arm. Azriel extended his wing like he had the night they met to try and block out some of the cold but it seemed useless as the rain was coming in from the wrong direction.  

“I’m okay,” Y/N said. “But perhaps coming this way was a mistake.”

Azriel laughed quietly and pulled Y/N closer to his side. “Perhaps it was.”

As the two walked next to the river, a faint voice called; “Anything will help.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks and turned to the source of the voice. An older fae woman and a child were huddled in a small gap between two buildings, the blanket covering them was covered in holes and did nothing to protect them from the cold. Azriel tried to reach out to Y/N as she stepped away from him, still shivering. 

“Can I help you?” Y/N asked, crouching down next to the woman and child. 

The child was shivering in the older fae’s lap, lips blue. 

“Any spare change would help us or any food you have to offer,” the older fae woman said weakly. 

“Of course!” Y/N said and immediately offered the bag full of pastries. “Take them all, you need them more than me.”

“I couldn’t possibly take them all,” the older fae said. “This is simply too much.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “Of course you can. Please, I insist.”

The fae woman took the bag with hesitation as if she were afraid Y/N would take back her offer and walk away. The fae took the bag with shaking hands. Azriel looked from the fae to the child in her lap, looking close to death. His heart dropped.

“I don’t have much more to offer than the clothes on my back, so…” Y/N unwrapped the scarf from her neck and wrapped it around the fae woman’s. She then proceeded to take her gloves off and place them by the child. Finally she shrugged her thick warm coat off and draped it over the child. 

“I can’t allow you to give us your clothes!” the fae exclaimed.

Y/N gently grasped the fae’s shivering hands. “Of course you can, this blanket is not doing much in keeping your from the cold.”

“But–”

“Please, take it,” Y/N said and let go of the woman’s hands.

As she stood back up, Azriel could tell how much she was fighting the urge to shiver in front of the woman and child. The rain had began to come down heavier and The exposed alley did nothing to shield the two from it. 

Without thinking, Azriel fished his key out of his pocket. “Here,” he offered. “It is a key to an apartment around the corner. Stay there as long as you wish. I can drop by and bring some food for you in the morning.”

The older fae finally looked up to Azriel and her eyes widened, realising who he was. She looked down at her lap. “I couldn’t possibly take you up on that offer.”

“You can and you will,” Azriel said firmly. “This rain might be the beginning of a storm and I do not want the two of you out here, especially when your child is as sick as he is.”

“My grandchild,” the older fae corrected. “My daughter passed away recently.”

“More of a reason for you to get your grandson to safety,” Azriel said and placed the key on the ground next to the woman. “I am leaving my key here. If you decide not to go, that is your decision but I would highly suggest it. The rain will only get heavier from here.”

The older fae bowed her head. “Thank you both for your great kindness. Not many others have even offered us a passing glance.”

Y/N stepped forward. “I hope the two of you will stay safe.”

“We will, thanks to your kindness,” the older fae said.

Azriel and Y/N both nodded before stepping away from the woman. As they walked further down the street, Azriel turned and saw the woman walking down the street, the child wearing Y/N’s coat.

“L-l-let’s get back to m-my apartment,” Y/N said, shivering a lot now. 

Azriel’s eyes widened as he noticed the long dress she wore had soaked through and was clinging to her body. His hands immediately found themselves on her upper arms and rubbed them, trying to keep her warm. 

Y/N tilted her head to look up at him and smiled. “If you were trying to keep me warm, the first thing you would ask me to do is take off my clothes. These wet ones are only making me colder.”

Azriel blushed as she tried to avoid eye contact with her, but his eyes seemed to feel a magnetic pull toward hers. He couldn’t look away.

“Now is not the time for jokes,” Azriel said.

“But I love making you flustered, you look cute,” Y/N teased.

Azriel’s blush only deepened. 

The street was now empty and the only sound was the rain hitting the cobblestone street. Y/N shivered so much that Azriel pulled her body closer to his. “Do you trust me?” his voice was soft and quiet. He hadn’t intended it to come out that way.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” Azriel asked again, his grip tightening on her waist.

“Of course I do,” Y/N replied, not a hint of teasing in her tone. 

Azriel trailed his hands slowly down her arms, before they came to her hands. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away but he forced himself to rid that thought from his mind. He lifted them so her arms were wrapped around his neck. Y/N’s breath hitched. Their position was quite intimate, Azriel would admit. But he couldn’t pull away. 

With one quick swoop, Azriel lifted Y/N into his arms and her grip tightened on him. “I will ask again, do you trust me”?

“Yes,” Y/N said, her voice slightly breathless. “Azriel, I trust you.”

A small smile toyed on Azriel’s lips. “Good.”

It was all he said before shooting into the air.

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It had been quite the summer, some friends of mine had rented some new apartment and we all decided to chip in to wallpaper and paint all the different rooms. Though some of us complained that it was too hard a job and exhausting, I found that it was quite easy. The four rooms were shared between the six of us, first we would do the three bedrooms in groups of two and then the kitchen all together. Luckily I had been paired with Frank, he had already started his own painting business and walked me through every step, taking off the wallpaper before putting the new one with glue. Eventually Dylan, Bryan and Chris whom the apartment belonged to, and Jeff, to had asked for his help, after making sure I could finish alone. Eventually after three days we were all finished wallpapering and painting the bedrooms and decided to take a one day break. Mark complimented me on my work, stating that I had put the wallpaper perfectly on and that the paint looked great, jokingly asking if I would join his business. That's when Bryan and Chris chimed in, suggesting that we could finish the kitchen, against pay of course.

That's how Mark and I ended up doing the kitchen together, I didn't mind the extra money, and he seemed to be used to the job. Since he had already walked me through the different steps we were quick to work, we had plenty of time to hang out and chill. When it came time to pay, Chris suggested he could transfer all the money to Mark, who then could issue me a check. Just wanting to go home I promptly agreed and we left it at that.

That's when to my surprise I received a letter, with my check, through Marks business, stating me as an employee and worker. I sent him a short message explaining the mistake before heading out towards the bus station, leaving for my afternoon classes.

Mark's response came in the middle of the ride, apologizing for the mistake and joking that it wouldn't be so bad to have me as a worker, he then assured me that he would fix the mistake immediately. I laughed through my nose and thanked him, bending myself forward to grab what would have been my bag, except that in its place instead stood a big black gym bag. I looked to my left and to my right, maybe it had slipped to one side or the other while the bus was turning. There were few people sitting around me and my bag was nowhere to be seen. None of them looked like the gym bag could belong to them. That's when I noticed it had my name written on it.

Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the bag. Inside layed some well folded change clothes that seemed a bit too big for me. Some lunch and an axe spray. The smell of fresh paint hit me strong and I had to lift my head up to sneeze. At the same time my feet felt cramped inside my shoes. At first I stretched my legs thinking it would help with the pain. But then it seemed to travel up my calves and into my thighs. My brown shoes bulged and turned softer, lighting up before taking the appearance of beaten and used white sneakers. The shoes appeared slightly bigger yet both my feet seemed to fit perfectly. Next my calves and thighs cramped again. I spread them further apart helping with the pain as I noticed my legs taking a bit more space on my seat. My beige pants became looser and thicker, the texture changing from cotton to synthetic fabric. New thicker seams appeared above my knee and around the growing pockets giving them the same look as those pants Mark wore most of the time. The clean pants were rapidly becoming dirty and used, white splotches and streams of dried paint appeared on the cloth.

I looked around me worrying about what was happening to me, but none of the other passengers seemed to notice or even bother as my whole body changed. I caught my reflection on the windows, my black hair was lighting and gaining a brown hue as it shortened and thinned. More changes happened to my face, my jaw got thicker and my noise pointer and thinner. The blue of my eyes vanished behind a beautiful rich brown as memories of my life were altered. Knowledge about economics, politics and sociology faded while I could remember working for Mark. Tattoos grew on my right arm as both my upper body and biceps grew firm. My hands and finger were wriggling as they grew thick and calloused making it look like I did a lot of manual labor. That's when it hit me. Mark was actually making me one of his employees ! I scrambled for my phone as fast as I could, finding in its place a smaller and older IPhone with earpods, I swiped across the screen and opened my messages as most of my known friends had simply vanished from my contact lists, I couldn't even find the last conversation with Mark. That's when it hit me. He must be the one labelled as "Boss".

I wanted to press on the writing symbol, yet I froze. It didn't make sense for me to write my boss out of the blue, except for emergencies. I closed my phone again and spread my legs apart as I lifted my arms to put them behind my head. A tan complexion washed over my skin as I closed my eyes to listen to the music. All I had to worry about was doing a good job.

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Never Say Never

Chapter 15

Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader

Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.

No posting schedule.

18+ only for eventual smut

Word Count: 8.5K

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Far later than she’d expected, you pulled into the driveway of your home. Dinner and coffee had turned into a stroll down the street to the local bar, The Stumble Inn, where the owner, Dan, loved a good play on words. A couple drinks, a lot of conversation, and quite a bit of laughter later, you'd all finally said your good nights, all of you heading off to your own vehicles for home. 

The boys were probably already asleep considering it was pushing eleven. That was alright. The four of you were planning on a bike ride tomorrow afternoon so if Steve wanted, he could always just leave Jeremiah there. No point in waking the kid to drag him home simply to bring him back again. 

Opening the front door, you stepped inside to find Steve on the couch, a rerun of Who’s the Boss playing on the tv. He turned to look over at you, his arms propped behind his head, giving you one of those glaringly bright smiles that made you feel like you needed to shield yourself, to bring a hand to your eyes to protect them. 

“Hey.”

Dropping your purse on the table by the door, you made your way into the living room, smiling down at him. “Hey. Sorry I’m so late. We completely lost track of time.”

“That’s alright. I was expecting it. I told you that you were going to be later than you thought. Robin and Nancy love to talk. And with you being all shiny and new, they had endless things to ask you, I’m sure.”

Steve pushed himself up to sitting with his legs still out in front of him, opening his arms to you. You happily accepted his invite, your body liquefying into him when his arms came around you, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. Sighing contentedly, you wound your arms around his waist curling your legs underneath you, relieved that the awkwardness of earlier appeared to be forgotten.

“They should get jobs as interrogators. They definitely threw the book at me. I don’t know if there’s anything they don’t know about me at this point,” you joked, “including the unfortunately mortifying third grade talent show story.”

“Ohh, do tell. I’m intrigued now.”

“No. That one is better left unshared. Trust me. I don’t know why I even told them. I think your friends have some kind of superpower. I was running off at the mouth, story after story. I couldn’t seem to make myself stop. To be fair, they were shooting questions at me so fast I barely had time to stop and think. I’m stuck being friends with them forever now, you know. They have far too much dirt on me. Way too much they could blackmail me for. I fear I’ve made a grave mistake.”

Steve’s laugh rumbled beneath you, his fingers slipping into your hair, thumb pressing into your skin as it slid over the back of your neck. Your eyes slipped closed, your body practically humming under his touch. His other hand moved under your chin, lifting your face to his and a soft moan escaped you when his lips found yours, gently, tenderly. 

You would never tire of his mouth, his touch, the way it set you aflame every single time. You wanted him in a way that was borderline dangerous. The way you wanted him was all consuming, like a fire raging through a forest, turning everything to ash in its wake. If it weren’t for the boys, you were certain you would lose your job because you would do nothing but spend hours in bed with this man. 

But there were the boys to consider. It was hard to concentrate on that fact when Steve’s tongue was exploring your throat, his hand slipping under your shirt. Fingertips made rough from working with his hands teased your skin, his palms covering your breasts completely, kneading and squeezing until you were grinding helplessly against his thigh, gasping. But that little voice in the back of your head reminded you, brought you back to reality, the reality where you did not want either of your sons to walk in on this very blatant display in the middle of the living room. 

“Steve…” you rasped, struggling through the haze of desire when his lips latched onto your throat, open mouthed kisses creating a path of destruction, obliterating everything that wasn’t him. 

“Hmm?” he mumbled against your skin, rolling your nipples with his thumb and forefinger, the jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your core. 

“We can’t.” It was a whimper, a whine because you didn’t want this to stop. You didn’t want to be the responsible mom right now. You wanted to take this man straight up to your bed, caution be damned. But you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t have him staying over, couldn’t have Eli knowing the two of you had shared a bed, not until you were certain this was something that was going to last. You couldn’t put your son through that kind of heartbreak, not after everything he’d already lost.

“Why not?” Now his hands were creeping up your skirt, each one gripping an ample amount of your ass, pressing your center right against the delicious friction of his firm thigh. 

“The boys…we can’t…the boys…”

Fuck. It was so hard to form a thought, to fight through the pleasure coursing through your very veins. His mouth teasing your earlobe, the delicious pulsing in your pussy with every press of his leg against you. You felt like a teenager. What the hell was happening to you? Were you seriously about to come just from dry humping a guy’s leg?

“But we can,” he growled, hands gripping your hips, flipping you over so your back was pressed against his chest. “Did I forget to mention they’re not here?”

“Wha…huh?” His hands slid along the insides of your thighs, pressing them open as they went. “Where are they?”

“Well, Jonathan showed up a few hours ago,” he explained, fingers slipping along the edge of your panties. “He said that Nancy had instructed him to come and get them. Repayment for me being so kind to watch them so you could go out with the girls.” One finger slid under the material, slipping through your already damp folds to toy with your clit. “They’re keeping them for the whole night so we can have some time alone. Isn’t that nice?”

“I…oh…uh-huh…”

Your head rolled back against his shoulder, that rubber band that was already stretched so thin within you stretching even more, threatening to snap at any moment as he circled, pinched, and slid over the very center of your pleasure. A rumble fell from Steve’s lips, his nose slipping over your jaw and down your neck. You were not going to last long. Not like this, not when you were already on the brink of destruction. 

“Come on beautiful,” he urged, his thumb taking over the work on your clit as he slipped one large finger inside of you. “Say my name for me. You know how much I love it when you say my name for me.”

“Steve…” The word came out choked, one simple syllable that threatened to strangle you as your muscles tensed under his touch, your body ready to shatter completely. 

“That’s my girl…wanna hear you screaming it, baby. No need to be quiet tonight.”

Oh shit. Those words…his girl, words you didn’t even know you wanted but you did. You wanted to make him say it again. You wanted to be his girl more than you'd ever wanted anything else at this moment. Everything in your world completely disappeared, shadowed by this man and the way he made you feel. 

He got what he wanted. Because as he slid a second finger inside of you, his thumb playing you like the most beautiful song ever written, his name fell from your lips over and over. A crescendo of sound that began as a gasp and rose to a scream when that band finally snapped, your body taut, shaking, before collapsing back into him in a puddle of satisfaction. 

“Jesus Christ, Steve…” you mumbled. “How are you so goddamn good…no, scratch that. I don’t want to know.”

He chuckled, arms wrapping around you, face nuzzling your hair, “Don’t worry, gorgeous, because nobody that came before you matters. They were all just practice leading up to the main attraction.” He nipped at your earlobe. “I’ve never wanted to make a girl come over and over again like I do you. The sounds you make, how beautiful you look, the way you say my name, it’s like a goddamn drug, honey. I’m completely hooked on you.”

Turning your body, you straddled him, feeling just how much he was hooked on you pressing into you. The thin fabric of his sweats and the lace of your panties was not creating much of a barrier and you fought back the urge to yank them off him and ride him right here on the couch. But not yet. There was something else you'd been wanting to do first, something that had been on your mind ever since your first encounter in her kitchen. 

“Well, if I’m a drug then so are you, Steve Harrington, because I am completely addicted to you.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands settled on your hips, a smirk on his lips. “Is this the part where you fulfill my fantasy? You’re already in the perfect position.” He bucked his hips up and you gasped, hands dropping to his chest. 

“Oh, I have every intention of fulfilling that fantasy but not just yet." Leaning forward, you caught his mouth with your own, your tongue gliding over his bottom lip teasingly. Your hands slid under the cotton fabric of his shirt, nails scratching gently down his chest, over his stomach. That little knot wound up within you again at the feel of that coarse hair against your fingers, tapering to a line leading you right where she wanted. Gripping the hem of his shirt, you tugged it over his head, tossing it across the room where it landed on a chair. 

Steve’s lower lip jutted out playfully, “This doesn’t seem fair. You still have a top on.” Acquiescing to his request, you pulled your top off, sending it the same way as his. His hands slid up your back, fingers popping open your bra expertly, slingshotting it. “Much better.” One hand gripping you between the shoulder blades, he sat up, his mouth descending on your breasts. 

“Yes…” you sighed, cradling his head against you, your hips rocking against his length once again. 

“You’re so damn beautiful…”

You smiled, pushing him back down on the couch, wiggling your body down. It was your turn to drive him crazy. Your lips moved over his jaw, down his neck, your tongue tracing a trail over the artery there before your teeth nipped at his shoulder. He grunted, hips bucking when you kept going on your journey south, mouth exploring his chest, teeth raking over his nipples. Hot, wet kisses over his stomach while your hands gathered the material of his sweats and boxers, dragging them over his thighs until his cock was free, bouncing back against his stomach. 

Your tongue ran over your lips as you settled onto your stomach between his legs. Steve’s eyes went wide, watching when you took his cock in your hand, dragging the tip of it across your lips. As your tongue darted across the already weeping slit, he hissed, head dropping back to the arm of the sofa. 

“Jesus Christ, honey.”

Bolstered by his reaction, you used your hand to raise him up, your tongue running along the vein underneath, from the base to the tip before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue teasingly. With a heavy grunt, his hips rose from the couch in an attempt to get more of himself in your mouth. 

Grinning around him, you continued your slow torture, only keeping the tip of him in the warmth of your mouth as one hand moved down to cradle his heavy sack, rolling his balls in your palm. 

“Fuck…oh my god…honey, please…need more…” 

His hands fisted at his sides and deciding you'd tormented him enough, you took the rest of him, as much as you could, working the base of him with your hand as you slowly worked the rest of him with your mouth. The sounds he was making, the animalist grunts and groans, the curses falling from his lips, were goddamn intoxicating. You'd never felt so powerful in your life as you did knowing you could reduce this beautiful man to a mewling mess with just your mouth and hands. 

Steve’s fingers slid in your hair, his palms cupping the back of your head as he lifted his hips to match the rhythm of your mouth. You relaxed your throat, gagging slightly as he thrust even further into your throat. He paused, as if uncertain if what he’d done was okay, but when you dug your nails into the flesh of his thigh, lowering your mouth over him again, he took the hint, thrusting once again until your nose was nuzzling the coarse hair at the base of him. 

“Shit…honey, I’m…fuck, I’m so close…fuck, stop…I…don’t wanna…not in your mouth…”

Releasing him with an audible pop, you rose to your feet, offering him your hand. He tilted his head in confusion, the look so adorable your heart tugged. How could one man be both the sexiest thing you'd ever seen and the most adorable thing you'd ever laid eyes on at the same time?

“If I’m going to ride you, let’s do it properly…in my bed.”

“Oh…yeah, okay…”

He scrambled, pulling his pants back up as he took your hand, following your lead up the stairs. You'd barely made it into the room when you slammed your hands into his chest firmly, sending him onto his back on the bed. Wasting no time, you slipped your underwear and skirt off before dragging his sweats and boxers down off his legs and onto your floor. 

The smile he gave you was so soft, so heart melting, his hands gently cupping your face when you crawled up his body, straddling his hips. He opened his mouth and your heart stuttered in your chest, terrified but also thrilled at what might come out. But just that fast he closed it again, pressing his eyes shut tight. 

Brushing away that hope that had flared and dwindled so quickly, you gripped him in your hand, slowly lowering herself down over him. Your warmth wrapped around him like a glove, welcoming him as if he belonged there. You sucked in air, your fingers slipping through the hair on his chest, your teeth biting down on your lower lip. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Steve growled as you rocked against him, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips as he met each movement. 

“Steve…Steve…Jesus Christ, Steve…” 

“You look just as beautiful as I knew you would. Come on, honey. Take what you need. You can have whatever you want. Give you whatever you want, honey.”

“Touch me,” you gasped, whimpering when his thumb found your clit, teasing as you pressed your hands into the mattress, arching your back, your muscles clenching as you came down on his cock again and again. “Yes. Right there. Oh god…so good…”

Your hips rolled into a circle and he grunted, “Yes, baby. Keep doing that. Shit.” His other hand came to your breast, squeezing, pinching, teasing, touching you just like you wanted and you moaned his name again. “Gonna come for me, beautiful?”

“Yes…so close…don’t stop…”

“Oh, I won’t, honey. Don’t worry. Look at me, beautiful. Wanna see you.” 

You struggled, working to keep pace as you pulled yourself straight, your hands gripping his shoulders for purchase. Opening your eyes, you looked down, that band in you stretching farther than should be possible as the heat in his gaze consumed you. His name ripped from your throat, so loudly you were sure the people in the next town could hear. 

Your body turned to goo, wax from a hot candle sliding down the edges of you to pool on the mattress around you. You had nothing left, your legs shaking and Steve knew, taking over for you. His hands grabbed onto your hips as he plunged himself up and into you before holding her down against him, a roar emitted through gritted teeth, painting your insides with his own release before bringing you with him as you both collapsed. 

Your cheek pressed against his sweat-slicked chest, the hair there tickling your skin softly. His fingers trailed over your back, your bodies heaving as you both struggled to catch your breath. 

“Holy shit…” he muttered. “So much better than I imagined.”

“Yeah…I…Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I can walk.”

His rumbling laugh shook your bodies as his arms held you, rolling you so you were side by side, your body still cradled against his. His lips pressed against your forehead. 

“Good thing you don’t have to. Honey, you’re so damn amazing. I…this…” He paused, his throat moving with a hard swallow, as if he were forcing down words he didn’t want to say to leave his mouth, banishing them to the darkness where they couldn’t see the light of day. 

“Yeah?” you pressed hopefully, tilting your head back to look at him, wishing for him to say it. To say the words that had been torturing you for the last few hours, the words you were terrified to say until he did. 

“I’m just so damn happy. I have never been this happy with anyone. I…” He stopped, eyes squeezing shut. “I like you a lot.”

Your heart squeezed tightly. No, of course he wasn’t going to say those words. Hadn’t you just thought how crazy it would be to say them so soon? Of course he wasn’t feeling any of that already. 

“I like you a lot too.” You forced a smile, not wanting him to see the disappointment on your face as you nuzzled down into him, the top of your head tucked under his chin. 

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Steve blinked against the harsh sunlight coming in through the window, one hand covering his eyes to ward off the glare. Last night came back to him in a burst of images that raced over the backs of his eyelids. The warmth of your mouth, the sight of you above him, your hair falling down your back, the gentle smile that curved your lips up on each side as you fell asleep nestled against his chest, your fingers toying with the coarse hair there as you hummed contentedly. 

Rolling his head, he looked down to find you still there but at some point in the night you'd both moved. Now your back was nestled against him, your ass pressed deliciously against him, explaining why he’d woken up with an erection. Winding his arms around you tightly, his lips explored the curve of your shoulder, the hollow of your throat, delighted when you moaned softly, wiggling in his grasp. 

“Good morning.” Your voice was husky, deep and raspy, choked with sleep first thing in the morning, just one more thing that Steve couldn’t help but enjoy about you. He would never tire of discovering new things about you. Each new thing only made him…

Love…that word was beginning to be a thorn in his side. The amount of times he’d had to bite his lip last night to keep from saying it was going to leave a bruise. The more time he spent with you, the more time he spent inside you, was making it harder and harder not to scream it out, consequences be damned. 

“Good morning.” His nose nuzzled into your neck, lips tracing a line, following it over your shoulder. “I swear, this is the best damn thing to wake up to. You are the best damn thing to wake up to. So much better than a slobbery dog demanding breakfast.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” His fingers skimmed over your soft belly to the curve of your hip, squeezing the ample flesh there. “I could really get used to this, honey. You in my bed…”

“Well, technically this is my bed,” you teased, sighing when his hand dipped into the apex between your thighs. 

“My bed, your bed…I really don’t care as long as I get to have you in a bed,” he growled, his lips wrapping around the skin at the hollow of your throat, sucking hard until you moaned deeply. “Jesus, I love the sounds you make. Wanna make you make them all the time.”

“Steve,” you protested, no real challenge in your voice. “Don’t we have to go get the boys?”

“We could push it just a bit.” Using his arm to push himself up, he pressed you onto your back into the mattress. Wiggling his eyebrows, he grinned. “I think Nance and Jonathan would understand if we waited just a couple more hours.”

“A couple hours, huh? You have big plans?”

“Oh honey, a couple hours is not nearly enough time for the plans I have for you.”

How about forever? It was on the tip of his tongue but he just couldn’t say it. He couldn’t risk it, not now, not when he was in so deep that he was drowning in you. 

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An hour later, clad in only his boxer shorts, Steve was in the kitchen cooking eggs and toast while you took a shower. Unfortunately, human weakness reared its head and other biological needs needed to be met. They had made it known when your stomach had started loudly rumbling while he was buried deep inside you while he pinned your wrists down with his hands. 

As much as he hadn’t wanted to pull himself away, he’d begrudgingly done so. The girl needed to eat. While he wanted nothing more than to lock the two of you in that room for the rest of the day, you were going to need your energy for the bike ride he had planned for everybody this afternoon. He couldn’t have you passing out on your bike from low blood sugar.

He slid the spatula under the perfectly cooked over-easy eggs, sliding them onto a plate. Grabbing the two pieces of toast that had just popped up, he added them and set the plate on the table. He added the butter, salt, and pepper and was just going to pour your coffee when there was a knock at the front door. 

“Well shit,” muttered Steve, glancing down at his very bare chest. Grabbing his shirt from the chair in the living room where it had been tossed last night, he hastily pulled it over his head, figuring it would have to do if he wasn’t going to leave whoever was on the other side wondering if anyone was home. 

Opening the door, he found a woman on the other side. Her blue eyes went wide as she took in the sight of him in the doorway, her hand running over her sleek gray bob. The flowy black pants and floral buttoned top she was wearing seemed like a strange choice for a Saturday, leaving him with the impression that she was a professional of some kind. But you hadn’t mentioned anyone dropping by. 

“Hello,” he smiled pleasantly. “Can I help you?”

“I highly doubt it.” Her words were sharper than seemed necessary considering Steve had never seen this woman before in his life. “Is my daughter-in-law around?”

Shit. So that’s who this was. Justin’s mom and Steve had just answered the door wearing nothing but boxers and a t-shirt on a Saturday morning. That didn’t leave much doubt to what kind of situation this was and he wasn’t sure if this woman even knew about him. Had you told her about him? Or was she being blindsided, having the new guy that had replaced her dead son shoved in her face? 

“You must be Mrs. Randall. I…uh…I’m Steve Harrington. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He stammered the words. He would have offered her his hand but his palms were suddenly very sweaty. How did one handle a situation like this? 

“Oh, I know exactly who you are. Although why you’re standing in my son’s house in your underwear is quite a mystery to me.”

A nervous laugh rose up in him at her words, her eyes narrowing, head tilted as she studied him. He felt like a specimen under a microscope and judging from the way she was looking at him, he was not measuring up. 

“Well, you see…I…well, Y/N and I…I’m guessing she hasn’t told you about me.”

“No. She didn’t but my grandson did. Imagine my surprise when I had to hear from a child that his mother has a new boyfriend.” She gave him a tight smile, the kind people usually displayed when they were trying to hide how they really felt, but this woman did not seem to be trying to hide anything. Disdain was rolling off her in waves so strongly it threatened to knock him off his feet. “You really think it’s appropriate for you to be spending the night this soon? Have you even bothered to consider Eli’s feelings in the matter? How it might make him feel that some man is sleeping in the bed that his mother and father used to share? That doesn’t seem a bit tacky to you?”

Steve opened his mouth, having no idea how he was going to respond but feeling like he needed to. The pressure of a thousand stares, like being on stage waiting to see if you’d nail it or fall flat on your face, was heavy on his chest. But he was saved when you came bouncing down the stairs. 

“Something smells good. Did you cook break…” You came to an abrupt stop, hands gripping the towel you'd been drying your hair with when you saw the scene in front of you. Steve in his boxers, looking like a mouse staring down a cat. Judith, the cat, glaring at you both, with her hands on her hips, claws and teeth ready to slash and shred. “Judith…what are you doing here?”

“Well, after Eli dropped that particular very unpleasant and shocking bomb on me yesterday and you refused to talk to me, I decided we needed to have a conversation about this current situation.”

“You could have just called…” you began but Judith quickly cut you off.

“And what? Have you ignore my calls like you so often do? I don’t think so.” Judith stepped around Steve with a wave as if he were nothing but an annoying gnat she was wishing to swat. “No. I think not. I demand an explanation. I believe I am owed that. Precisely why did my grandson tell me that this man, who I don’t even know, who he barely even knows, is going to be his father soon?”

“Shit…” muttered Steve, earning a harsh glare from the woman that reminded him way too much of Mrs. Click from high school. He melted back against the wall, trying to make himself small and invisible to her unapproving gaze.

So this was why she came. She felt her son’s very memory was threatened by the presence of Steve. She thought that you and him were moving too fast. Of course she did if Eli was already talking about Steve being his dad. But it was just that, talk. The kid had been hoping for it before they’d even started dating. 

“Mrs. Randall, I think this has just been a really big misunderstanding.”

“Well, I was rather hoping so until I showed up to find you here in your underwear, clearly having spent the night. I mean, really.” She sighed, tossing her arms in the air. “You find this kind of behavior appropriate with a child in the house?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Eli isn’t in the house,” you snapped. 

“And where exactly is he?”

“He’s with my ex-wife and her husband,” Steve answered, folding his arms, his confidence returning now that he saw you weren't going to quaver under the glare of this lady. 

“Strangers!” shrieked Judith. “You left my grandson with complete strangers?”

“They’re not strangers. I told you, Eli is best friends with Steve’s son, Jeremiah. I know Jeremiah’s mom and her husband. In fact, I was just out with her and some other women last night.”

“Oh! And where was my grandson while you were out living it up and having fun like some teenager with no responsibilities?”

“He was with me. I took care of the boys so she could actually enjoy a night off.” Steve’s sympathy for this woman was quickly waning each time she opened her mouth. “I made them dinner and we played some games and watched a movie. Then Jonathan showed up and offered to take the boys overnight so she and I could have some time alone. I have never slept over when he’s been here.”

“Really? Because according to Eli, you and his mother had a sleepover just last week.”

Your teeth clenched together. “The boys were having a sleepover. We were watching a movie and fell asleep on the couch. Nothing happened.” Your eyes caught Steve’s, the two of you clearly remembering what did happen, what almost happened before you were interrupted, but it was none of this woman’s business. “And whatever happened or didn’t happen isn’t really any of your concern. Eli is my son.”

“He’s my grandson! None of my concern? It’s none of my concern that you’re acting like some rampant whore around him? That you’re just choosing to leave him with strange people so you can run around with your friends and have a good time like you don’t even have a child?”

“Whoa! Hey!” Steve stepped into her, finger pointing at her face. “You have no right to come in here calling her names like that. She is a damn good mom. She’s done all of this herself for a long time and if occasionally she needs a night to herself, she’s more than earned it.”

If someone could actually explode, he was pretty certain this woman would be doing just that right now. Her nostrils flared, eyes blazing, mouth contorted into an ugly sneer as she stared him down. 

“Just who in the hell do you think you are?”

“I think I’m her boyfriend. I think I’m her person. The person she’s chosen to have in her life right now. And I think I’m the person who’s not going to stand here and let you talk to her like this. I understand that it has to be hard for you to see her with someone else, to think about another guy being in your grandson’s life. But that’s not a choice you get to make. It’s hers. So unless you’re willing to have a civil conversation and listen then there’s the goddamn door.”

“I tried to help you. I offered to let you and Eli move in with me and you refused and now look at this mess you’ve created.”

“This isn’t a mess. This is my life.”

“And some life it is. I knew when Justin brought you home that he was making a mistake. You whispered all those lies about how much you loved him. I knew you never did.”

Your mouth dropped, a small gasp of pain escaping your lips, making Steve want to smack a woman for the first time in his life. Tears filled your eyes but you straightened your spine, refusing to allow Judith to make you fall apart.

“That was never a lie, Judith. I did love Justin. I still do.” 

“You loved him so much that you’re so ready to just replace him and move on. To allow some other man in his house, in his bed, in his role as Eli’s father.”

“There has not been any talk of Steve being Eli’s father,” you argued. “We are dating. There’s not even been talk of moving in together. All of that is coming from Eli. He adores Steve and he’s a kid and he just wants what other kids have. Can’t you see that?”

“He already has a father,” Judith whimpered, quickly losing steam as her grief began to take the wheel from her anger. 

“He does and I will never let him forget Justin. We talk about him every night before he goes to bed. I show him pictures and videos. I tell him stories. We order pizza every Friday because it’s what we used to do when Justin was home.” Those tears that had been lingering on your lash line now broke free, spilling down your cheeks as you held your hands out in front of you, begging Judith to understand. “We go to the apple orchard and the pumpkin farm every fall because it was a tradition we started with him. I show him his favorite movies and we listen to his favorite music. Eli knows all the words to The Most Beautiful Girl in the World by Prince and he knows how Justin used to sing it to me every time he’d return from deployment and we’d dance around the living room. Judith, Eli will never forget Justin because I can’t ever forget Justin. You think I don’t grieve for him still? Sometimes it hits me and the pain is so bad that I double over with it. But am I really sentenced to spend the rest of my life alone at thirty-two because the universe was cruel enough to take my happy ending away from me?”

Judith actually looked stunned. In the ten minutes Steve had known her, even he was shocked to find her speechless. This did not seem like a woman who ran out of words. 

Then the two women were hugging and crying. He stood to the side, unsure of what to do. He had the equivalent of emotional whiplash. He’d been so angry, ready to storm the castle and defend you to the death if need be, and now it didn’t seem necessary. You clung to each other, sobs shaking your bodies. 

“I’m sorry,” Judith sniffed, shaking her head, hands wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I just…it’s so unfair that he got taken from us and then to know you’re with…” She jerked her head toward Steve. Well, alright. She might be apologizing but apparently she still wasn’t fond of him. “To know Eli may see someone else as his…I just couldn’t bear it. I fear I will be the only one to remember my son.”

“You won’t.” Your hands found Judith’s forearms, hanging on. “I could never forget him and I will never let Eli forget him. I promise you that. We…we don’t even know what this is yet.” Steve would be lying if he said that didn’t sting just a bit. “It’s so new. Who knows where it’s going but if it moves in that direction, Eli will still know who his dad is. And no matter what happens, you will always be his grandmother and you will always have a place in his life.”

Judith nodded slowly, her fist coming to her mouth. The woman appeared to at least be trying to accept it. Steve wasn’t sure what the history was here. He didn’t know what kind of relationship she and you had in the past but he hoped, if for nothing else than the sake of Eli, that she could. 

“Can I…would it be okay if I came into town for his first game?”

“Of course. Eli would love it if you were there.”

Steve wasn’t sure he would. He wasn’t sure he wanted to spend any more time with this woman ever. But this wasn’t his decision. He knew when he started this thing that you came with some baggage. And if the heaviest load was some uptight ex mother-in-law, well, he’d just have to learn to heft it if he planned on sticking around. 

“Okay. Well, then…I guess I’ll just go. It’s a long drive back. But maybe I could go pick him up and…”

You cut her off, “Steve and I are picking up the boys and taking them on a bike ride. They’ve been looking forward to it all week. So today isn’t a good day. If you would have called first I could have told you that. I could have told you all of this and saved you the drive.”

“Right. Next time I’ll call as long as you plan on answering.”

“I will answer as long as I’m not busy.”

Judith’s mouth pinched up again, the crying camaraderie apparently forgotten now. Wiping away any sign of weakness or vulnerability with her fingers under her eyes, she straightened her spine and turned for the door. It was disorienting how quickly she looked like she hadn’t just been falling apart, completely reserved once again.

“I will see you in a couple weeks then.”

“See you in a couple weeks.”

And then she was gone. You exhaled, your shoulders and head dropping forward, as if all the strength you'd held in to handle Judith had rushed from you in one breath. Your arms wrapped around your middle, reminding him of Eli after school just yesterday. 

Steve stood still, unsure of what to do. Did you want him to comfort you? Did you want him to leave you alone? Should he offer to just head and get the boys and come back for you later so you could have some time to process everything that had just happened? 

“I’m sorry.” The words were spoken so softly he almost didn’t catch them. “She loves to sneak up on me at the worst times. I should have seen this coming. She’s been itching to have it out with me ever since Eli told her you were my boyfriend.”

“It’s okay,” he mumbled, shrugging. It wasn’t, not really. He wasn’t sure how he felt after that whole exchange. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you stated firmly. “I really don’t. Not right now anyway. Can we just eat?” Lifting your head, you pasted on a smile. “That coffee smells amazing and I could really use some right now.”

“Oh…uh…yeah…”

You breezed past him into the kitchen, leaving him standing there wondering what in the hell had just happened and what it meant that you didn’t know what this was between you.

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The boys were down on the sand, building a fortress from rocks and driftwood that they collected for their superheroes. It was still far too cold to even consider stepping foot in the water. The day was warm, the sun beating pleasantly down on their skin, but it would take months for the lake to absorb that heat, usually not pleasant enough for a swim until late June or even early July. 

You sat on the blanket you'd brought with you to sit on while you enjoyed the picnic lunch that Steve had packed. Sandwich crusts, chip crumbs, and stray blueberries laid forgotten on plates as the boys declared themselves full in favor of running off to play. You took a sip of her iced tea, glancing over at Steve. 

After Judith’s impromptu interruption, ruining what otherwise had been an absolutely perfect night and morning, he’d been rather quiet and awkward. He didn’t appear mad but disoriented, like a child who’d fallen off their bike after removing the training wheels and feared getting back on because they didn’t trust themselves. It was like he’d lost his footing and couldn’t find it again. And you knew it was your fault. 

Judith just had such a negative impact on you and you were so exhausted from constantly trying to convince the woman that you w were doing a good job of raising Eli. Was it easy? No. Did you screw up a lot? Yes. But at the end of the day your son was happy, healthy, and loved. Wasn’t that what mattered? Why could that never be enough? Why did every decision you ever made have to come into question by a woman whose son joined the military just to get away from her?

“Steve…”

“Hmm?” His head turned toward you and you could see how hard he was working to keep an impassive look on his face, to not show how he was truly feeling. What was he feeling? Was he angry? He had every right to be after the way Judith had treated him, after you yourself had dismissed him, telling him you didn’t want to talk. 

“About earlier…”

He cut you off, lifting his hand in front of him, “It’s fine. Really. You said you didn’t want to talk about it so you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not fine.”

“It is. It’s obviously a tough situation for you that I don’t know anything about so…”

“But you should,” you stated firmly. Rising to your knees, you shifted until you were in front of him, taking both of his hands in your own. “You should. If we’re doing this…being an us, then you should know. Judith is difficult but she is a part of my life and she isn’t going anywhere. She’s Eli’s grandmother and that means that you’re going to have to deal with her sometimes so you should know our history. You should know exactly what you’re walking into.”

“But we don’t even know what this is, right? Isn’t that what you said? We’re not that serious so why do I need to know anything important about you?”

Ouch. His words hit their mark, exactly as he’d meant them to based on the tone he’d used. A missile he’d launched, his own hurt weaponized and aimed directly for you, successfully obliterating its target. You dropped down onto your heels as he pulled his hands back from you. His hand came to the back of his neck, rubbing, as if he could wipe away the tension that had appeared between them. 

“Shit. Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“Yes you did.”

“No. I didn’t.” His cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk with a frustrated exhale. “I want to know everything about you. I do. I want to know it all, the good, the bad, and everything in between. I just…when you said that…”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Is that how you feel? That you don’t know what we are? I mean, I guess I just need to know what this is. I thought we were on the same page but maybe we’re not. What do you want here, honey? Is this all just fun for you? Is this a casual thing? Are you serious about us or should I be preparing to have my heart stomped all over?”

Those beautiful eyes were begging you for an answer, for the answer he wanted. And he had it. He had all of you. He had every piece of you that you had to offer. But you didn’t know how much to say. He had no idea how completely gone for him you already were, how you dreamed of the future with him, what it would look like, the four of you together. 

Your eyes drifted over to the boys, yelling and giggling as Lex Luthor and his henchmen tried to attack the Fortress of Solitude they’d built from whatever they could find on the beach. You could picture this, days, months, years of this…the two of you sitting back and enjoying your boys together. Watching them grow up, birthday parties and Christmases, Steve helping them with their ties for school dances, teaching them how to drive. Nights together watching movies and playing games. You could see it so clearly in your mind but you were terrified that if you shared all that with him he would leave a blazing path through this forest as he ran as far and as fast as he could. 

“Honey?” he prompted when you'd been silent for so long. 

“What do you want?” you asked, turning the tables on him, placing the ball in his court. 

“What?”

“What do you want from this? Do you see this as something that has a future? Do you see us together six months from now? A year from now? Ten years from now? Or in three months will I be just another in a long line of heartbroken exes?”

Steve reared back as if you'd just slapped him across the face. And maybe it had been an insensitive question but you felt it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Steve had been in numerous relationships throughout his life. Robin had shared that he latched on and fell fast because he was so desperate to be loved. Was that what this was? 

You felt like he really liked you, like he truly cared about you. But was it just his past traumas causing him to act like that? Causing him to feel things that weren’t really there yet?

“Do you seriously not know?” he demanded. When you just looked at him, he groaned. “How do you not know how I feel about you? This isn’t even in the ballpark of casual for me. I told you I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for you.”

“But how can you be sure? Robin said…”

“Robin said what? That I love too quickly because of my messed up childhood bullshit? Because my parents didn’t love me enough, I’m always looking for it elsewhere?”

“I mean, she may have said something like that.”

“And she’s not wrong. I have in the past. I stayed with Nancy because I was desperate for a family, a real family. I was desperate to make it work, to be successful where my parents weren’t. But I’m not twenty anymore. I’m thirty-two and I am well aware of my faults. I didn’t even see what I was doing then but I do now. I know every relationship I’ve ever had wasn’t really love. It was…I don’t know. Me just settling, searching for something, anything that would make me feel whole. But I’ve never found it. I’ve never felt it until you. I think you’re what I’ve been searching for. I’ve spent my whole life waiting for someone like you.”

This was the second time he’d said that to you and it didn’t fail to rock you to your very core once again. It shook your very foundation to know that this beautiful, perfect man seemed to think that you were the thing he’d been missing in his life, that you were the missing piece to the puzzle that he’d been hopelessly searching for. 

Your eyes roamed over his face, the flecks of gold in his eyes brought out by the sun, the freckles like angel kisses lovingly placed on his skin, those plump lips that girls would pay thousands of dollars to have. That word, that damn word, so simple, four letters, one syllable, was driving its way up your throat, desperate to be spoken. 

Your hands slid over his jaw, softly, gently, as if you were holding delicate treasure that must be protected, because you were. His Adam’s apple bobbed, the muscles in his neck tensing, as he waited for you to reply to the truths he’d just laid before you. 

“This isn’t casual for me either. I…I know my situation is different. I wasn’t searching all my life. I found…but he’s gone and when I lost Justin, I resigned myself to the fact that he was it. He had been my one shot at happiness and love and all that comes with it. But then here you came and you barreled through all of that doubt like a wrecking ball.” Your eyes slipped closed as you willed yourself to have the courage to jump off the edge, to soar through the air with nothing but hope that he would catch you instead of leaving you to hit the ground. “You snuck up on me and there is nothing just fun or casual about this because I…I love you.”

His eyebrows crept toward his forehead, every color in the spectrum dancing through his eyes that were now as wide as the moon and just as spectacular. You held your breath, your teeth worrying over your bottom lip. But then, as if in slow motion, his lips parted, curving into a slow smile that consumed his entire face, those little crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. His fingers slid into your hair, pulling you to him, his forehead pressing against yours as he whispered, “You do?”

“I do. I know it’s really soon. I wasn’t even sure I should say it. I realized it yesterday and it terrified me but it also…I don’t know. It just felt right, like something just shifting into the place it belonged all along. I told myself I wasn’t going to say it, that I was going to wait.” Your eyes squeezed shut nervously. “I was going to wait until you said it and I hope it doesn’t scare you. You don’t have to say it back. I don’t want you to say it because you think you have to. I just…I need you to know that I am all in. I am not going anywhere. I have already dove in way too deep. There’s no going back now.”

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t…please don’t say it just because I…”

“I’m not.” His fingers trailed down over your arms, linking his fingers with yours and bringing your interlocked hands to his chest. “I’m not. I’ve been trying not to say it too. I didn’t want to push you. I know this is hard for you. I know this is the first time you’ve been with anybody since your husband passed. I wanted to take things at your pace, follow your lead. I was waiting for you to say it first. But I do. I love you. I think I’ve loved you ever since that night I brought pizza over. And yeah, that’s crazy and it makes no sense because we barely knew each other but it’s true. I love everything I already know about you and I want to spend my life getting to know everything I don’t.”

“You…your life…?”

“Shit. Was that too much? I’m not about to pull out a ring or anything. I’m not asking you to promise the rest of your life to me. I just…I just meant…”

“Steve,” you laughed, pressing your lips against his to silence him. “No. It wasn’t too much. I know what you meant. I mean, we can’t really say we’re all in if we’re not expecting this to last forever, right?”

“Right.” He grinned, releasing your hands to wrap his arms around you and pull you in close. You sat between his legs, your back nestled into his chest, settling into place right where you belonged as the two of you watched your boys run down the sand.

Chapter 16

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[thefallennightmare]

The Promise-Andy Biersack

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Andy Biersack x OFC

Warnings: smut, language, angst(lots of it), a smidge of fluff, mentions of abuse, alcoholism.

Summary: High school was supposed to be some of the best years of a teenager's life; except for River. Those four years were hell, the only one that got her through it was her best friend, Andy. She thought he'd be by her side after graduation but after one night of giving each other something so treasured, life took both of them in different directions.

Almost ten years later, River and Andy meet again in a way neither of them expected.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing Andy Biersack but I'm very excited! As of now, it is a one-shot but might consider continuing it if people are interested!

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 “You don’t ever have to be alone, River,” his soothing voice cooed in my ear as he cupped my cheek. 

I looked up at him through the tears and choked on a sob. “Promise you’ll stay with me?”

He smiled that smile I fell in love with years ago. “I promise.” 

The sounds of yelling pulled me out of my thoughts in time to see a group of teenagers running past me on the street, youthful smiles on their faces. 

If they only knew what the future for them held. 

With the setting sun grazing over the streets of Hollywood as people made their way home from school or work, I was headed to work with my camera bag hanging on my shoulder and phone in my hand. I had the Maps app up giving me directions where I needed to go. It was going to be a long night at work for this music video shoot and I was already on my third cup of coffee, the feeling of caffeine still not flowing through my system. 

I spent the morning and afternoon bouncing between different shoots from clients and when I remembered I had booked this job taking pictures of a band's music video tonight, I cut the last photoshoot short by only a few minutes to make it in time. 

The company that booked me for this video shoot, Industrialism Films, didn’t tell me much about who the band was. They just told me to show up at seven p.m. and start working as soon as I was set up. It was going to be an all-night event and I needed to make sure to get shots of everyone in the band. 

Hence the third cup of coffee. 

It also hadn't helped that my mind had been plagued with memories of high school even ten years after graduation. Usually, I was great at pushing away those awful memories but the last few nights, those images of my past life kept clawing at me, dragging me down to the depths. I spent so long trying to crawl out of it and breathe that fresh air I desperately craved those four years of hell. 

The bullying. 

Eating alone in the bathroom stalls. 

The feeling of being so alone, I cried myself to sleep every night. 

The desperation of my home being a haven away from the mocking at school, only to have it worse there. 

Every single day of high school was miserable; except for one person. 

Him. 

My best friend and first everything; Andy. 

Until he left you to deal with the beatings alone so he could succeed with his band. 

Screwing my eyes shut tight to forget the sound of my dad's skin on mine, I turned the corner, and a large church and steps came into view. There were ropes blocked off around the perimeter, keeping outsiders away. As I reached a security guard, I pulled out my I.D. to show him. 

“River Murray. I’m the photographer,” I said. 

The guard glanced down to my I.D. then to the list in his hands and with a gruff of response, he let me walk past the ropes. 

“Have a great night,” I mumbled under my breath. 

Bodies were moving everywhere, and people were screaming over one another, but I was able to find the director of the shoot pretty quickly. He showed me a trailer where I could set up my things and once I was settled, I could start working. They didn’t care what pictures I shot, just as long as I got a lot of the band. 

“Who’s the band?” I asked Vincent, the director while setting my camera bag on the table inside the trailer. 

“Bloody veils? No that’s not right,” he scratched at the beard on his chin, trying to remember. “I don’t know. It's some metal band. I’ve only met them once before but they’re nice guys. It’s for their song Saviour II.” 

I nodded. “So I have free reign around here? As long as I don’t get in the shot right?” 

Vincent smiled. “You’ve worked on music video shoots before?” 

“Once or twice,” I shrugged. “I worked with Bad Omens on one and some local bands another time.” 

“Bad Omens?” He whistled low. “They’re one of the hottest bands right now. I’m surprised you aren't working with them.” 

“I dated their current photographer for a few months. He set up the shoot with them to help build up my portfolio,” I shifted on my feet, suddenly feeling uncomfortable divulging too much about my life to this stranger. 

A loud crackle and static came through Vincent’s radio. “Veil Brid-. They’re here.”

My heart stuttered in my chest for the briefest of moments but told myself to take a breath. It couldn’t be him; the radio cut off before finishing who was here, I was just in my head. 

“You’re beautiful, River,” he mused while kissing every inch of my bruised skin. 

Vincent clapped his hands which caused me to jump out of my thoughts and blinked wildly. 

“Alright, I’ve got to meet the boys and show them their trailers to get ready. Head out whenever you’re ready. There’s a radio for you on the table in case we need to communicate with you tonight.” 

“Sure,” I did my best to nod with a smile. 

Once alone, I sat on the couch in the trailer and went about assembling my camera, doing a few test shots. The past kept trying to crawl its way back into the present, doing its best to render me useless, but I wouldn’t allow it. 

Well, I tried to anyway. 

“You’re worthless.” 

“Piece of shit daughter. I should have dropped you off with your mother years ago.” 

“The only thing you’re good for is being a punching bag. But you can’t even do that right.” 

A swift kick to my ribs sent me flying across the room. 

Choking on a sob, I dug my palms into my eyes hoping that would force out those thoughts. 

“I haven’t thought of Dad in years but now he’s overtaking every part of me again,” I sighed to myself. 

Not feeling quite ready to leave the trailer yet, I fixed myself in the reflection of the mirror by tying my long black hair into a tight French braid and cleaned up my makeup a bit. The scar underneath my right eye was faint but visible to this day almost eleven years later. No matter how much makeup I wore to cover it, it was still a reminder of not only the best day of my life but also the worst day. 

“River, we need you on set.” 

“Be right there,” I said into the radio before clicking it to the belt of my jeans, and with my camera around my neck, I bounded down the steps of the trailer. 

By now the sun had set and the moon shone overhead so I stopped in my tracks for a moment to take a few shots of it before walking into the church where there was a large gathering of people. On the altar of the church were a set up of drums, guitars, an orchestra, and a microphone stand. 

After snapping a picture of it, I turned on my heels when I heard Vincent call my name. 

“River, I’d like you to meet the band. I figured you’d want to get some pictures of them before we start shooting.” 

I looked over the picture I had just taken of the drum set, something vaguely familiar about the logo, but then glanced up at the five men standing in front of me; the one in the middle with the bright gray eyes immediately catching my gaze. 

My breath caught in my throat as I nearly tripped over my feet when his jaw went slack, the familiarity slapping both of us in the face. 

“River?” 

The richness of his voice brought back all of those other memories I did my best to push away. I stood frozen, unable to move or say anything, while my brain tried to catch up on the man that stood in front of me; the one I hadn’t seen in ten years. 

The one that broke his promise. 

“Andy.”

Highschool. Senior year. One week before graduation. 

I pounded on the bedroom window as the rain assaulted me with no end in sight, drenching me from head to toe. The rain mixed with the salty tears that rolled down my cheeks as I continued to beat my palm against the glass while standing on the makeshift ladder we made of three cinder blocks. I needed a way to reach his window in times like this. There was no way I could walk through his front door looking like this where his parents could see and ask questions. 

“Damn it, Andy! Wake up!” I cried, still pounding on the window. 

The storm was a constant onslaught of rain, lightning, and thunder, so I knew it was hard for him to hear me. But that didn’t stop me. 

Finally, after a few minutes of crying and pounding on the window, Andy’s sleep-filled eyes stared at me through the curtain covering his window. I saw all the emotions run through his intense gaze. 

Confusion. 

Realization. 

And when he gave my face one long once over, the emotion that crossed the soft features of his face, I knew there was no way I’d be able to excuse my dad’s actions this time. 

Anger. 

“River,” his voice instantly soothing me when he opened the window, helping me inside. “What the fuck happened?” 

My body convulsed in shivers and I wrapped my arms around me to help keep some of my body heat. 

“I–I-I’m fi-fine,” my teeth chattered loudly in the quiet room. 

“Bullshit,” Andy spat while running a hand through his long black hair. “You’ve got a nasty cut under your eye and your lip is busted.” 

Now with the rain not washing away the blood, I could taste the bitter crimson on my lips and felt it pooling in my eye. I didn’t have to look at myself to know that the cut was deep and needed stitches. 

Typically, my dad made sure to hit me in places that I could easily hide. But tonight was different. I told him that once I graduated, I had plans to leave Ohio and move to North Carolina to start over; fresh. 

“Not with my money,” he spat.

Literally. 

When I told him I didn’t need his money and that I had other plans, he snorted while stubbing out his cigarette. 

“With that little boyfriend of yours? Sweety, he’ll drop you the second you follow him to that big fancy city.” 

“Fuck you!” I screamed. “You know nothing about Andy!” 

My cursing set him off and that's when the first slap happened, causing my busted lip. This time, I fought back, but in the end, it didn’t matter. My dad’s strength overpowered me as he threw me across the floor, face skidding along some of the broken glass from the cup I had thrown at him before. 

Hence the nasty cut underneath my eye. 

Andy’s sighing brought me back and I then noticed he was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I’d seen him like this many times before since we were best friends but something about seeing him like this tonight, made my insides burn low. 

I’d had a crush on him since freshman year when he stepped between me and Alexa Dread from taking my camera and breaking it; again. Ever since that day, Andy and I were inseparable. We knew everything about each other and we always confided in each other about our feelings. 

Just not for each other. 

My feelings for him began to grow with each passing day but I had to watch him date girls that weren’t me with a fake smile because I needed to be happy for my best friend. 

He’d never feel the same way and that was something I came to terms with a while ago. 

My eyes grazed over the scattered ink on his arms, the random designs always taking my breath away. He was eighteen so was able to get the tattoos without the permission of his parents. 

I, however, was one month shy of turning eighteen and I’d been counting down the days. Ready to run from all of this the minute the clock struck midnight.

“Fuck, River. You’re shaking,” Andy’s hand reached for me, leading me to the adjacent bathroom off of his bedroom. 

“I d-didn’t know wh-where el-se to go-go,” I did my best to speak over my body shaking. 

He hushed me with a gentle squeeze of my hand. “You know you can always come here. You always have a place here, Riv.” 

I swallowed thickly at his nickname for me.

“You need to shower but I want to clean that cut first,” he motioned towards the soaked clothes that were clinging to me like a second skin. “Take them off.” 

I stilled at his words. While Andy had no problem walking around in his underwear around me, I, on the other hand, could not muster up that kind of courage. 

“I can’t,” I shook my head. 

His bright eyes narrowed through the thickness of his black hair. “Either you take those clothes off or I will. The last thing you need right now is to catch pneumonia.” 

Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I still didn’t make a move, which caused Andy to sigh. 

“I’ll turn around so you can undress, and keep your bra and underwear on. I’ll keep my face on yours when I clean your cut,” he reassured me with a gentle smile. 

“Okay,” I said finally. 

Before he turned around, Andy turned on the shower so the steam could fill the bathroom and keep me warm while he cleaned the cut. Staying true to his word, he turned his back to me, and as quick as I could, I ripped off the wet clothes. The sound it made falling to the tiled floor made me cringe and I covered myself with my arms. 

My bra and underwear were not cute, nothing he’d seen his past girlfriends wear, so to say I was embarrassed was an understatement. A simple pair of black cotton panties and a red bra. 

“You can turn around,” I said softly.

Andy slowly turned around and kept his eyes straight ahead on my face as he motioned to the closed toilet seat. While I sat, I watched his back muscles contort as he rummaged around underneath the sink for the first aid kit. 

“Won't your parents wonder why you’re taking a shower at two in the morning?” I asked. 

He snorted his laughter, still rummaging underneath the sink. “They would never question why their teenage son would be taking a shower in the middle of the night.” 

“Huh?” I said, utterly confused. 

Andy glanced up at me from his kneeling position with his brows raised and a playful smirk. Suddenly, it clicked on what he meant. 

“Oh, right,” I muttered low; the image of his hand around his cock pumping it slowly then fast replaying in my mind like a movie. 

I’d never seen him do that but I’d thought about it a handful of times. 

“This might sting a bit,” Andy said, kneeling in front of me now; his eyes remaining on my face. 

“I’ve had worse,” I tried to joke but the stern look from him made my shoulders fall and I muttered an apology. 

“You need to leave home, River,” he said while soaking a cotton pad in peroxide. 

I shook my head. “And go where? I have no money and no other relatives that will take me in.” 

“You know my parents will let you stay in the guest room for as long as you need.” 

I snorted. “Right. I don’t think your girlfriend would like the idea of me staying down the hall from you.” 

Andy’s eyes snapped away from the cotton ball to my face. “We broke up.” 

I did my best to keep a straight face when my heart nearly soared out of my chest. 

“When?” 

“The other day. She wanted to have sex and I said no so she broke up with me,” his voice told me that he wasn't upset about it. 

My brows furrowed together. “You said no to sex with Ashley Jenks? You’re not sick are you?” 

I made a play of touching his forehead with the back of my hand, our laughter echoing in the small bathroom. 

“No,” he grabbed my hand, not letting it go right away. “I’m not going to give my virginity to the first girl that throws themself at me. Or in this case, the fourth.” 

I blinked. “You’re still a virgin?” 

Andy finally let go of my hand and I frowned at the loss of warmth. 

“I know it’s shocking but call me old school. I’m waiting until I find the right person.” 

Our eyes met in an intense battle of who would look away first but neither of us was faltering. 

“I am too,” I said quietly. 

For the briefest of moments, I saw his eyes widen before he played it off by holding up the soaked cotton ball. 

“I’m sorry for the sting.” 

I urged him on with a nod and didn’t even flinch when the cool liquid met my skin finally as Andy cleaned the cut on my cheek. Silence fell between us as he then cleaned the dried blood on my face and when his warm breath fanned over the cut to dry it, I nearly melted into him; skin rising with goosebumps. 

“I don’t think you’ll need stitches,” he murmured while looking closely at the cut. 

I sucked in a breath when I realized his lips were mere meters from mine and dared a glance down to his full lips. They were practically begging to be kissed and I wanted to be the one to do it. 

“I’ll put a bandaid on it after my shower,” I said. 

With me still sitting on the toilet and Andy kneeling in front of me, I spread my legs wide so he was able to get as close as he could to cleaning the cut. Now that he was finished, it was as if he had no idea where to place his hands so they rested on the wall behind me, his long body leaning over me. 

“You’re not going back tonight, River,” his voice was deep as he stared down at me. 

With shaking fingers, I brushed away the strands of hair from his face so I could see those gray eyes. 

“I know.” 

I tracked the movement of his Adam's apple as it bobbed low when he swallowed, his eyes finally grazing lower than my face. Down to the swell of my breasts and the slight pudge of skin around my stomach. 

I wasn't the skinniest of girls, another reason why I was bullied, but Andy never commented on it. 

“You should get in the shower,” his voice broke the trance between us. “Your lips are blue.” 

When his finger ghosted over my mouth, I let out a soft moan desperately wanting to feel the pressure of his touch everywhere. 

Suddenly like a ghost, Andy had vanished from the bathroom back into his bedroom, leaving me all alone. Since the door was now shut, I rose from the toilet and stripped out of my remaining clothes. 

The hot water stung like a blade against my sore skin and I groaned out in pleasure. I didn’t want to take a long shower only because the water had already been running for a while before stepping beneath it. I washed away the memories of today with Andy’s soap and wrapped a towel around me after I stepped out of the shower. 

“Shit, what am I supposed to wear?” I grumbled to myself.

Slowly opening the bathroom door, the light burst into Andy’s bedroom and lit up his form lounging on his bed reading a Batman comic. 

“Andy,” I said while shuffling my feet and clutching the towel close to my chest. “I don’t have any clothes.” 

Setting the comic down, he hopped off the bed and went across the room, opening the drawers of his dresser to pull out a pair of boxers and a shirt. 

“We’ll swing by your house at some point tomorrow to grab you some clothes. You’ll stay here for the weekend,” he said while standing in front of me.

I took the clothes with one hand. “Thank you.” 

Before in the bathroom, Andy made sure not to look at the bruises covering my skin but now, he made sure to take in every single one that he could see. 

The fingers imprinted around my neck. 

The bruise on my shoulder, left arm, and legs. 

These were the ones that he could see. The ones underneath the towel around me were worse. 

His jaw ticked with the anger he so desperately tried to keep within, knowing that one outburst from him would cause me to fall into myself. 

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I whispered. 

Andy’s eyes were dark but his voice was gentle. “Let me see all of it.” 

I vigorously shook my head. “I’m fine, Andy. I just want to get dressed and go to sleep.” 

All at once, I felt my body being pressed up against the wall and the towel falling to the floor at my feet. Andy’s gaze ignited as he pressed his hips against mine causing a shockwave throughout my body. His clothed cock brushed along my bare clit and I let out a moan while my eyes fluttered shut. 

“Riv.”

My eyes snapped open when I felt his hand cup my cheek. Tears burned at the corners and he gently wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. 

“Please,” I begged. “Don’t look. They’re ugly. I’m ugly.” 

The burning anger in his iris softened at my cries but still kept me locked in place against the wall with his hips. 

“You’re beautiful, angel,” he admitted with a steady voice. 

Angel. 

It was Andy’s nickname for me ever since sophomore year when I dressed up as a fallen angel for Halloween. We were too old to go trick or treating but not cool enough for parties so we both decided to get dressed up and spend the night in his basement getting drunk. 

It was also the night I had my first kiss. We were sitting on the couch in his basement, a few drinks in, and I had my head resting on Andy’s shoulder trying so hard to stay awake for the horror movie he put on. When I looked up at him, I was shocked to see that he was already staring at me and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. It was a short kiss, over before I could enjoy it. 

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized. “I drank too much.”

We never talked about that kiss after that night, both of us burying it away; much to my dismay. 

“I’m not,” I cast my eyes away from him. 

His warm breath fanned across the crook of my neck as he peppered kisses on the bruises there. 

“Let me show you.” 

Yet again our eyes locked with intensity, so fierce it set the space around us on fire. Andy’s hand moved down my cheek, over my neck, and the space between my breasts. I bit back a moan when his finger and thumb rolled one of my perked nipples between them. 

“Will you let me show you?” He asked, nuzzling his face in my neck. 

I licked my lips. “What about waiting for the right person?” 

“She’s already in front of me,” Andy admitted before crashing his lips to mine. 

My body had come alive with his touch and everything I wanted since freshman year was coming to fruition. Andy wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Our lips synced together perfectly, never missing a beat, as he lifted me and carried me to his bed. 

That night, we both gave each other something we held so dear to ourselves. Afterward, as we lay together with our naked bodies tangled underneath his sheets, Andy pressed a kiss to my forehead when I cried in his chest, scared to go back home once Monday morning came. 

“I hate being alone there. I’m afraid he’ll go too far and kill me.” 

“You don’t ever have to be alone, River,” his soothing voice cooed in my ear as he cupped my cheek. 

I looked up at him through the tears and choked on a sob. “Promise you’ll stay with me?”

He smiled that smile I fell in love with years ago. “I promise.” 

Andy lied. 

Four days later, he packed up his entire life and moved to Hollywood without a simple goodbye. 

PRESENT DAY. 

“River?” 

I blinked while shaking my head, trying to gather my bearings again. The past had sucked me in whole, forcing me to relive that night over again. I couldn't believe Any was standing in front of me again after all these years, the moonlight breaking through the stained glass windows of the church bathed him in a glow made for kings. Even though he looked different than the last time I’d seen him, with more tattoos and shorter hair; tonight he had a small white patch in his hair. I could vaguely make out the old lip-piercing hole and I remembered how the cool metal tasted against my tongue when we kissed. 

He, along with the guys around him, were dressed in their outfits for the video, so I was able to see the tattoos that littered his neck, chest, and stomach. However, those eyes were still the same. 

Those haunting gray eyes stared into the soul I previously just captured again as he waited for me to say something. 

Do I play it off like I don't remember him? 

Right, like you could forget the guy that took your virginity. 

Do I ignore him and go about work like a professional? 

How is ignoring the person you’re supposed to be working with professional? 

I was starting to grow tired of the little voice inside my head. 

Vincent glanced between Andy and me, pointing a finger. “Do you two know each other?” 

“We went to high school together,” Andy answered before I could. 

“No shit,” Vincent chuckled. “What a small world.” 

“Right,” I snorted venomously. 

Andy’s eyes sliced into me but I ignored him by giving him my back and looking over at Vincent. 

“I’ll get shots of them later. Radio me when you’re ready.” 

When he nodded, I took that as my cue to leave although I made it only a few steps before my name was called from behind. 

“You’re not even going to say hello, Riv.” 

I spun so fast on my heels, the end of my braid snapped to the other side of my face and I pointed a finger at Andy. 

“I’m not doing this with you. Not here and especially not right now. Both of us have a job to do. Let’s keep it that way.” 

One of the guys next to Andy watched us carefully and I could practically see the light click on above his head. 

“Wait, River as in River from high school,” the guy said. 

“Yeah, Jinxx,” Andy answered before taking a step towards me. 

I took a large step away from him. “I already said I’m here to do my job, that’s it.” 

Before he could try and sweet talk his way into my life, just like that night, I turned back around and marched out of the church, calling back that I was going to take some shots of it. 

Once outside, I let the cold night air brush the hot tears away from my face as my heart nearly burst out from my chest, sobs echoing throughout the vastness of the sky. 

No. This cannot be happening. 

For the last nine years, I spent my life crying over that man, wondering what I did wrong that night to make him leave me behind. He promised to stay with me but still left. 

Was I not good enough? Worthy of being by his side? 

Nine years I spent stuck in Ohio wondering why with the bitter taste of Hennessy, drinking away my sorrows and regrets. It wasn’t until a year ago when I finally questioned myself in the reflection of the bottle that I took whatever money I had left from selling my father's house after he died to move across the county to California. 

The last year I spent building myself up to the women I was now and creating my career empire with my photography. I refused to let the past crumble everything I worked so hard for; no matter how good he looked now or how bad I wanted to taste his lips again. 

“Get a hold of yourself,” I seethed. “He left you.” 

The sound of music from inside blasted through the walls of the church letting me know that they started shooting and choosing not to dwell on Andy showing back up into my life, I took a few shots of the church outside. Then I reluctantly walked back inside knowing I couldn’t avoid him forever and decided to get some pictures of the guys. 

Andy’s eyes quickly found me but I did my best to ignore him by hiding behind my camera. His voice erupted through the speakers and it brought back every single time during music class in high school when he would sing in front of the class or solo for me in his bedroom. 

My bottom lip trembled as I blew out a shaky breath while walking over to where Vincent sat, just as he yelled cut. 

“Did you get your shots?” He wondered. 

Clicking back through all of the pictures, I pursed my lips at the realization that while I got great shots of the other band members, I hadn’t gotten any shots of Andy mostly because I avoided him at all costs. 

“I need some of Andy,” I said with a long breath. 

“No problem. I think we got everything we need with this scene. Next up is the scene of him sitting in the pew alone so you can get them now,” Vincent patted my shoulder as he stood from the chair. 

“Lovely,” I grumbled while walking back towards the altar of the church directly in Andy’s path. 

He was talking with one of his band members but when he caught sight of me, he met me halfway. 

“Riv,” he began. 

“Don’t,” I seethed, walking past him. “You lost the right to call me that when you left me.” 

“Can I explain please?” Andy asked while reaching for my elbow. 

I yanked it out of his grasp, ready to move to the opposite side of the church when his voice halted me. 

“Angel.” 

Whirling around so fast, I nearly dropped my camera to the ground when I pushed him in his chest. 

“Don’t you fucking ever call me that again!” I nearly screamed. “You don’t have the right to call me that.” 

Anytime I heard that name, all I would think about was our first kiss and the night we slept together. 

His eyes softened, almost begging me to listen. “Please, angel. I have to explain-.” 

“NO!” My voice echoed inside the church. “There’s nothing to explain, Andy. Anything that comes out of your mouth is a lie.” 

“Do you guys need a moment?” Vincent’s voice carried over to us. 

“No!” 

“Yes!” 

Andy and I both said at the same time. 

“You know what, I think a break is a good idea. Let’s take thirty and come back,” Vincent directed to everyone with a wave of a finger. 

Having every intention of spending that thirty minutes alone in my trailer, I brushed past Andy and nearly tripped over my feet as I ran down the concrete steps, the vision of my solace getting closer and closer. Just before I could slam the door shut behind me, it closed on a body with an audible ouch. 

“Leave me alone, Andy!” I yelled. 

He stood tall in the small confines of the trailer, his broad chest heaving with each deep breath from chasing after me. His bare chest underneath his opened jacket and for a second, I allowed myself to study those visible tattoos. The eagle on his sternum, the sword in the crease of his stomach, the tiger neck to it. I couldn’t make out the tattoo across his neck or chest but I could make out the 26 in a hear on his neck.  

“Not until you let me explain,” he said. 

I grabbed the end of my braid, ripping it out so my dark hair could fall around my shoulders. 

“I swear to fucking God himself, if you say explain one more time I’m going to-.” 

“Do what, angel?” He raised a brow while resting his hands on his hips. 

I pointed to the door. “Get out.”

Andy didn’t move. 

“You're unbelievable,” I growled while making a beeline for the door instead, only to have him block my path. 

“I had to leave.” 

I blinked up at him, mouth agape. “What?” 

We were so close now, his familiar scent encasing me with its vise grip, and my mind kept screaming at me to create space. 

He ran a hand over his short hair and took a deep breath. “I had to leave. That Monday morning after you left, I got a call from an agent in Los Angeles offering me a small gig in a commercial. It's what I needed to get my foot in the door, to get Black Veil Brides started, so I took it. But I had to be out there the day after they called me.” 

“So you left me behind, without a single fucking goodbye,” I sneered, pushing past him to the other side of the trailer. 

“I didn’t have a choice!” Andy’s voice was raised now, it echoing off the walls. 

“You could have told me! You know I would have followed you!” I shot back. 

He began pacing the narrow space while having his hands on his hips. “I couldn’t, River. Not without knowing that everything would have paid off in the end. I couldn’t have you with me while I suffered.” 

I chuckled dryly. “Oh but suffering back home alone was fine with you?” 

“I wanted to reach out and check on how you were doing,” his shoulders slumped. 

“My number has been the same,” I held out my hands. “I lived in the same fucking house for nine years after you left. You could have come to see me.”

When he said nothing, his lips unmoving, I grew angrier and pushed his chest, ten years of holding everything in finally exploding. 

“You lied!” 

Push. 

“You left me with him to beat on me for another three fucking years until he died!”

Push. 

“You made me a promise and broke it!” 

I cried with one final push, causing Andy to fall back onto the couch, stormy eyes staring up at me. Tears were streaming down my face and my eyes burned with anger for the man in front of me. 

“You told me you would never leave me,” I snarled through gritted teeth. “You said you wouldn’t and you fucking did.” 

When he reached for my hand, I smacked it away. 

“Please, angel,” he begged. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. But I wasn’t in the best place. I couldn’t have you be with me, seeing all that shit. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“Just tell me all you wanted from me was sex so I can finally put the nail in the coffin, Andy,” I said with a shaky breath. 

His face fell. “That’s not even remotely true, River.” 

“It doesn’t matter anyway. After tonight, you’ll go back to your band and life as a rockstar.” 

With my back turned, I gathered my camera and was ready to get back to work when an arm wrapped around me from behind. 

“Come with me, angel,” Andy’s soft voice brushed along the shell of my ear. 

When I felt myself falling into his embrace, almost ready to give in, I pushed away from him. He made me so mad I could throw something at him. My camera or the chair. 

Myself. 

“You’re insane,” I shook my head.  

He linked our hands together so I could face him, the pleading bright in his eyes. “Give me a chance to make up for the last ten years.” 

I stared blankly at him, trying to determine if this was a cruel trick. 

“You don’t deserve my time, Andy. What we used to have is gone, you can’t fix it or try to bring it back.” 

“You’re not even going to let me try?” He asked. 

“Why should I? So that you can break my heart again? You don’t realize how much of myself I gave to you; parts I can never take back. You were my first kiss!” I raised my voice. 

He blinked. “I didn’t know that.” 

I scoffed while shaking my head again. “Of course you didn’t, Andy. Because you never brought it up again. You blamed it on the alcohol that night. What’s your excuse for the night we lost our virginity to each other?” 

Before Andy could speak, I waved him off and headed towards the door of the trailer. 

“It’s not even worth it anymore,” I muttered with my hand on the handle. 

Suddenly in a whirlwind, I felt myself being hoisted up and pressed against the bathroom door. Those dark gray eyes were reading my face, assessing every movement of my gaze as it burned into him. Andy held my hands pinned to my sides and kept me locked into place with his hips. The imprint of his cock was felt against the material of my leggings and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the moan quiet. 

It’d been so long since I felt his touch and I was ready to throw out everything, all of my morals, just to have him again. 

“River,” his hand cupped my cheek, the coolness of his rings almost a shock to my warm skin. 

I said nothing, simply glaring up at him with a clenched jaw. 

“Riv. Come with me.” 

AnDy breathed over my lips and I nearly lost it. But I still kept strong, not wanting to be the first one to falter. I worked so hard to build myself back up after he left and there was no way I could allow myself to fall. 

Not again. 

His thumb lifted my chin, keeping it locked in his grip, and his eyes dropped to my lips; a silent question. 

“Fuck you,” I spat. 

Something dark flashed in Andy’s eyes as a sinister smirk played on his lips. One that I recognized all too well even though it was never directed at me.

“I don’t ever remember you being such a brat,” he tsked. 

I swallowed thickly, unsure how the tension between us went from anger to sexual, but at that moment with him eyeing me hungrily, I didn’t want to question it. 

“How could you remember? You’ve been gone for ten years,” I shot back. 

Andy pressed his hips harder against me and this time I wasn’t able to hold back the moan. It slipped through my lips with sheer pleasure and I let my head fall against the door behind me. 

“I wasn’t drunk the night we slept together, River,” Andy’s hand wrapped around my neck, thumb now on my pulse point. “Or that entire weekend.” 

My cheeks flushed when I remembered we had sex multiple times that weekend. We never left his bedroom and thankfully, his parents left the next morning for a friend's wedding so they had no idea I was there. 

“All I ever wanted was you,” his voice was low. 

I raised my chin at him. “You have a funny way of showing it.” 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, an action I watched intently, and then his voice dropped even lower. Those usually bright eyes were dark and it made the air thick, heated, and full of spice. It made it harder to breathe as his grip tightened around my throat slightly.  

“Let me show you.” 

Those four words sent both of us back to his bedroom during high school and just like that night, I succumbed to the darkness that was Andy Biersack; consequences be damned. 

“Are you still waiting for the right person?” My question was a breath over his lips. 

A low noise rumbled in Andy’s chest as his hand gripped behind my neck, yanking my mouth to his. 

“She’s right in front of me.” 

Every single doubt and fight I had within me vanished the second our lips touched, those familiar fireworks exploding. My hands were all over Andy; his neck, chest, ribs, and back as they sneaked underneath his jacket. While one of his hands continued to grip the back of my neck, the other held tight on my hip so I couldn’t leave. 

As if I wanted to. 

Our tongues molded together and he swallowed my moan when his teeth bit down on my bottom lip. For a moment, reality struck with clarity and I pushed Andy off of me, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. 

“You need to leave,” I warned, breathless. 

His lips were kiss swollen and his jacket was falling off of his shoulders as those stormy eyes never left my lips. 

“Do you want that? Because if you do, I’ll leave right now.” 

When I remained silent, Andy smirked while grasping the back of my head to crash his lips on mine again, this time with more hunger. It was as if he was a man starved, desperate for his last meal. 

“You need to go,” I groaned when his lips began trailing down my chin and neck. 

“Go where?” He asked. “Here?” 

A gentle bite to the shell of my ear. 

“Or here?” 

A kiss on the sensitive part of my skin between my neck and shoulder which caused me to shiver in his embrace. 

“What about here, angel? Do you want me here?” 

The head of his cock brushed along my clit from underneath our clothes and I nearly fell at his feet until Andy’s strong arms lifted me to carry me over to the small twin-size bed on the other end of the trailer. 

“It’s like we're back in my childhood bedroom with this small ass bed,” he grumbled.

I fell onto the cheap mattress with a slight giggle but it was hushed with Andy consuming me once more. My entire soul went up in a fiery blaze when he began rutting his hips into me and it was as if we were a couple of teenagers again making out and thinking that was the best part of it. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other as I helped him out of his jacket and he all but ripped my sweater off, leaving me in an olive green bralette. 

His eyes darkened before he left teeth marks between the swell of my breasts, lapping up his saliva and dried sweat from the day and I raked my nails through the buzzed hair. 

“I miss your long hair,” I gasped, feeling his tongue slip between the material of my bra and catching my nipple. 

“I’ve missed the way you tasted, River,” Andy mused while kissing his way back up to my lips.

This time the kiss was slow, as if we had the rest of our lives together and there was no need to rush anything. It was like he was trying to imprint me into him, never wanting to forget anything again. 

I reached for the button on his pants, pulling down the zipper to slip my hand inside, palming his hard cock. 

Holy. Shit. 

It was a lot thicker than ten years ago. 

“Shit, Riv,” he cursed when I squeezed him. “Just like that.” 

I did it a few more times while his forehead fell to my chest, panting his warm breath over my skin. I lifted his face with my other hand to kiss him again, the savageness poured out of him. 

The room smelled of our desperation as I shimmied out of my leggings while he stepped out of his pants, after unhooking my bra and tossing it over his shoulder. As Andy stood at the end of the bed, I let my eyes rake over every defined muscle of his body; tongue begging for a simple taste of the ink on his skin and the head of his cock that was almost slipping through his briefs; the black briefs doing absolutely nothing to hide his arousal. 

Rising to my knees on the bed, I ran my palm over his cock again, his entire body shivering underneath my touch.

"Fuck, angel,” Andy groaned before his teeth grasped at my bottom lip, yanking it away from me. 

I hissed in pleasure, the taste of copper lingering on my tongue.

"Did you-." I licked my bottom lip and then tilted my head to the side. "Did you just bite me?"

Andy pushed me back down on the bed so he could take in the sight of me bare for him; those stormy eyes were now clear with only one thing. 

Heat. 

“I can’t believe I went ten years without this,” he muttered to himself while stepping out of his briefs, his cock finally springing free. 

I licked my lips at the sight of it, salivating for a taste of the precum that he smeared over the head. But instead, I felt like being a brat with Andy, not allowing him to think I wasn’t still upset with him. 

“It’s your own fucking fault,” I shot back with a sly smirk, resting on my elbows. 

My squeals echoed in the trailer when Andy flipped my tiny frame over on the mattress so my ass was exposed to his palm, a hard strike falling onto it. I writhed against the bed when another harsh strike came down on my ass, my mewls of pleasure being drowned out by the pillow. 

“You’re such an ass,” I seethed when the spankings stopped. 

Andy palmed my reddened cheek while looming over my back, his breath warm on my neck. 

“Do you still like it rough, River?” His question was heavy on his tongue. 

That weekend we spent together, I divulged what kind of kinks I might have been into due to my own research. Andy let me try things with him while I did the same and needless to say, all these years later he still knew exactly what my body needed to come alive for him. 

Instead of answering, I raised my hips from the bed with his name falling from my lips in a whine full of desperation. Andy had barely touched me but the wetness between my legs was warm and sticky.

I needed this release more than oxygen. 

"What do you want from me?" His fingers dragged up my slick folds from his position behind me before slipping one inside, the feeling of his rings making me stiffen. 

My head was turned to the side so I could gaze up at him over my shoulder. However, he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were trained hard on his finger pumping in and out of my pussy, the sounds of my arousal overpowering the sounds of my panting. Seeing the desperation on his face as he tried to hold himself back made me push my ass closer to Andy. 

“Use your words, Riv,” he ordered while flicking his eyes to me for a moment. 

I shook my head, words foreign when he slipped another finger inside of me, spreading them wide like a V. 

“Did you forget how to speak?” 

Andy clicked his tongue against his teeth, ready to pull his fingers out when my begging halted him. 

"You. I just want you."

The bed shifted behind me when I noticed Andy disappear only to feel the wetness of his tongue press against my pussy to lick my arousal. The sharpness of his teeth scraped along my clit as he buried his face deeper into the sweet spot between my legs. 

“You still taste so good, River,” he mused, pressing gentle kisses on the inside of my thigh. 

“Don’t stop,” I all but whined, wanting to feel his tongue again. 

Andy ate me out from behind with both hands on my hips, continuing to keep me in place as my body writhed on the bed from the onslaught of his mouth. When his lips wrapped around my clit to suck hard on the sensitive bud, I screamed out his name. 

“Andy,” I drowned it out with a moan. “It’s so good. I’m so close.” 

With the indication my orgasm was on the brink of collapse, he slipped a finger inside of me again. While his mouth was a rough attack on my clit, his finger was a gentle caress of my inner walls with slow strokes. Sheer ecstasy was slowly building at the base of my spine, warming up all of my senses until I felt like I could combust at any moment. Andy flicked his tongue over my clit and I buried my face into the pillow, the musky scent of my wellness tickling my nose as my body shook out my orgasm. My cries of release sounded like music to Andy’s ears as he hummed in praise, drinking up my arousal as it gushed over his tongue and fingers. 

It had been so long since I had an orgasm that wasn’t brought on by my hand or a toy. I lay limp on the bed, breathless, as the after-shocks slowly began to fade along with the hazy bright lights, my soul returning from wherever it retreated to. I barely felt the kisses upon my thigh and then lower back as Andy dragged a finger down my spine. 

“Still on birth control?” He asked, lust gone from his voice for a second. 

I nodded while glancing over my shoulder and seeing my arousal coating his lips. The sight was so intoxicating that I almost uttered those three words that plagued my existence since I first met him. 

“River,” he tapped my back, bringing me out of my thoughts. 

“Implant,” I replied. 

My head leaned back in pure bliss when Andy dug his nails into my hips as he pressed himself past my wetness, the thickness of his cock filling me. It twitched inside of me, earning a disgustingly desperate groan from me. 

It felt nothing like it did ten years ago. It felt better. 

Andy left no space between us as he held us in place on the small mattress and I tried to move my hips in his grip. It was so rough, I knew I would have bruises later but frankly, I didn’t care. All I cared about was how good it felt to have him inside of me again. 

“So tight, angel. I can’t-.” 

His eyes fluttered shut as his lips parted to an 'O' shape when I rocked my hips against him with my swollen clit rubbing against the cool blanket and I shivered at the sensation. Everything from our fight to our kiss sent me in a spiral of pure ecstasy and I felt the coil in my stomach pulling tight again. My previous orgasm was still lingering and it didn’t take long before I felt that familiar tingly feeling in my spine. 

“Andy, I’m going to-.” 

Still inside of me, he managed to flip me over so now I was staring up at those dark eyes; pupils blown wide with lust. Now, Andy didn’t hold back as he hooked my leg up and around his shoulder so he could thrust in a deeper angle. 

“Oh god,” I closed my eyes, the new sensation causing the coil to hurt. 

“Eyes on me, River!” He snapped with a low growl and I immediately obeyed. "You're so fucking beautiful, angel. I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry it’s been ten years.” 

I didn’t want to hear his apology. I only wanted to have that coil spring free with my second orgasm. I attacked his lips with such force Andy had to hold himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other slipping between the place where our bodies met to play with my clit; exactly how I liked. Our tongues explored each other's mouths in a kiss so vicious it made my head spin.  Andy’s pace was erratic and merciless but it didn’t stop me from begging. 

"More," I mumbled into his lips.

That's all he needed before he maneuvered us so he sat in the middle of the bed with me in his lap and he held me closer to his chest as his hips snapped up into me in violent strokes, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot. I yelled out my pleasure, exposing my neck to Andy who immediately attacked it with his teeth leaving bite marks all along the skin sticky with sweat.

My body hummed in a prayer-like awaking, the flames and heat burning high in my belly as my organs crested higher; so fucking high I was afraid I would combust into nothing but matter in the air. His name fell from my lips in devotion, a woman praying to her God, and my toes curled as the orgasm ripped through me with so much force I screamed out in pure nirvana.

“I love you, River,” Andy professed with a strangled breath as he spilled himself inside of me, cock throbbing with his release. 

“What did you say?” I questioned, almost unsure if I had heard him correctly. 

He cupped my cheek, eyes softening. “I love you.” 

My bottom lip trembled at those three words; the words I wanted to hear for years. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it,” Andy brushed away my hair from my face. “But it’s true. I’m at a better place where now admitting it out loud doesn't scare me.”

We stayed like that, bodies tangled together in the silence for a few long moments until he laid us on the bed. I very quickly detached myself from him so I could put some space between us. 

Although he admitted how he felt, I wasn't ready to yet. I knew that I loved him ever since high school, but it was my turn to be afraid of what would happen if I admitted it out loud.

Instead, I remained silent while lying on my stomach on the bed, resting my chin on my hand to gaze down at his tattoos again. One of them immediately caught my attention and I smiled at it, a fond memory cresting to the surface. 

“I remember being with you when you got this,” I whispered while trailing a finger over the black and yellow Batman logo on his arm. 

“I still have the comics you got me for my birthday,” he said while propping his arm behind his head. 

My heart skipped at that because it meant that he was thinking of me during our time away.

“But you couldn’t come to see me,” I muttered under my breath as I turned from him. 

Andy reached for me to pull my back to his chest and lock me into place with a leg over my hips. His left hand grazed up and down my arm, sending shivers all over my skin, and I let out a soft breath. 

“Will you stay with me, River?”

I sat on his question for a few long beats, letting it sink in if it was something I truly wanted. My life in Hollywood wasn’t set in place, I’d always been on the move. But the thought of uprooting everything to be with Andy scared the shit out of me. How could I trust that he won’t leave me again? 

Then why did you sleep with him? You plan on leaving after this, so you’re no better than him.

“Why now?” I sat up to gaze down at him, his arm falling away from me. “How come now you want to make things work between us?” 

He hesitated with inner turmoil eating away inside as he slowly sat up and ran a hand over his short hair. 

“I was married for six years. The divorce was finalized last year.” 

My heart sank into the depths of my stomach; no farther. It fell straight to Tartarus. 

“We were together for a total of eight years but the longer our relationship went on I began to realize it wasn’t what I wanted. Who I wanted,” Andy explained. 

There was absolutely no reason for me to be upset with him because while he was married, I had been casually dating. None of them were ever serious enough to last more than a few months. But it still caused an ache in my heart. 

“Then why did you stay with her for as long as you did?” I asked. 

Andy has a soft smile. “I loved her, in a different way than I love you. But sometimes that kind of love isn’t enough. Not when someone else held my heart first.” 

Tears burned in my eyes and I blew out a shaky breath. “If that were true, Andy, then you would have come to me first. You wouldn’t have gotten married.”

Removing myself from his grasp, I began slipping on my discarded pieces of clothing while he continued to sit in bed, naked. 

“I’m not saying I’m perfect, River. But I’ve grown a lot in the last few years. The Andy you used to know wouldn’t have been good for you.” 

“And now?” I asked with my hands on my hips. 

The smile that played on his lips grew wider. “Now, I would love to have you come on the road with me. We leave in a few days for our North America leg then jump overseas for a few weeks. Plenty of time to make up for old times and prove I’ve changed.” 

I laughed. “You want me to stop what I’m doing here to come follow you? Give up potential jobs? Just to be your roadie?” 

Andy’s jaw twitched but with a deep breath, he gathered himself from the bed and stepped back into his briefs and pants. 

“You can be our photographer. I’ll talk it over with our management team, that way you can be getting paid.” 

I pursed my lips in consideration because his offer was a pretty good one. But was it worth spending all that time together?

You love and miss him. 

I sighed at the voice in my head, knowing it was true. Seeing him again brought up all the old feelings I spent years burying, trying to forget, and it was clear that Andy still felt the same.  

“You remember all the plans we made? When we were hoping for better days? You wanted to become a photographer and I wanted to sing in a band. We have that now. What’s stopping you from saying yes?” He took a small step towards me. 

“The promise you betrayed,” I said flatly.  

Andy’s shoulders fell. “You don’t have to forgive me for leaving you, Riv. But I swear to you that if you come with me, I will spend every day from here on out proving to you that you’re all I want.” 

When I didn’t say anything, he wrapped his arms around me and oh so gently, laid a kiss on my lips. 

“I love you, River Murray,” he professed. “We can start over; fresh. But only if this is something you want. If not, then we can both leave with some closure and go our separate ways.” 

I couldn’t explain the way my heart physically ached with the thought of leaving tonight and forgetting about Andy. Even with all the anger and hurt, I couldn't imagine acting like tonight didn’t happen. Maybe there was a small possibility that we could work through our issues, gain that trust back, and finally find what we were desperate to have. 

But the betrayal weighed heavy in my soul along with the fear of Andy doing it again, only this time while I was with him and leaving me stranded. 

“River, if you’re with Andy, can you have him come to set? We’re ready to start again.” 

I jumped at the sudden loud crackle of the radio, Vincent’s voice breaking through the clouds of confusion. 

With a sigh, Andy slipped back into his shoes and jacket. 

“Let’s get back to work, yeah? We can talk more about this on the next break,” he said. 

I swallowed the waver in my voice as it broke. “I’m actually going to sit here for a bit since I’m not needed right now.”

Andy’s thumb brushed along the soft skin of my cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, angel.” 

He left me with a kiss on the cheek and for the first time since reuniting with Andy, I fell to the ground with sobs wracking my body. Everything I worked hard to overcome was shattered by those three words and his offer. It terrified me to completely allow him in again but I also didn’t want to let him go. 

The decision was made in an instant as I rose from the floor, hastily wiping away the tears, and gathered my things together. I knew what I chose would have repercussions, some I may never recover from, but as the door of the trailer slammed behind me, it would be alright. Because my heart said it would be. 

#tina talks #andy biersack #andy black #black veil brides #bvb #andy black fanfiction #andy biersack fanfiction

[daisies-daydreams]

Your Special Day (König x F!Wife!Reader)

Pairing: König x F!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, Bathing Together, Massages, Petnames, Fingering, Soft Sex, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Birthday Sex, Missionary, Mentions of Pregnancy, Implied Breeding Kink Word Count: 3.8k+

A/N: Today’s my birthday so I wrote something that’s shamelessly self-indulgent. 🤭 Also, after writing König fics for the past few months, I realized that it would be weird for his wife/partner to call him by his call sign…so I came up with a name for him myself (Felix).

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed and rubbed your temples before pinching the bridge of your nose. Even though today was your birthday, it didn’t mean that it was a break (something your four-year-old son, Johannes, thought was “uttewry pwepostowess").

You woke up several minutes after your alarm went off to find that your husband hasn’t returned from leave. Again. You had to push your worry aside and help Johannes get ready for school. You burnt the toast and eggs due to your groggy state of mind, so you had to quickly make him a bowl of cereal. You were almost late dropping him off and then got stuck in traffic. Work was non-stop today as well, so you couldn’t take a full lunch break. While you loved your son dearly, a part of you was relieved that he was staying with his Oma tonight. You don't know how much more you could take.

You slid out of the car and locked it before heading inside to your empty home, to eat at your empty table and crawl back into your empty bed. You kicked your shoes off and flicked on the light. You gasped as a massive, 7’0ft tall man stood in the kitchen holding a small box out towards you.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” Felix grinned. You immediately dropped your bag and rushed over. He chuckled as you jumped up and wrapped your arms and legs around his body. Your husband set the gift down on the table behind him to fully support your body, an arm slung beneath your bum and another wrapped over your back.

“You’re back, you’re finally back,” you said as tears of joy trickled down your face. He hummed and pecked the top of your head before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the two of you locked lips, hands wandering around each other’s bodies. When you finally parted, you saw that his own eyes looked glossed over.

“How long have you been back home?” you asked.

“I arrived this afternoon,” he answered as he rocked you in his arms. “But enough about me. Today’s your special day,” your husband grinned as he carried you towards the table. You felt your heart melt when you saw a candlelit dinner before you and a small cake placed at the center of the table.

“Felix, did you make all of this?” you asked as he set you down in your chair. He nodded, his sapphire eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

“Ja. I made sure to include all of your favorites!” Felix beamed giddily. Your smile stretched ear to ear as you leaned up and kissed him again.

“Thank you, mein großer Bär,” you cooed. Your husband smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Of course, meine kleiner hase,” he said softly. He slipped away and took his own seat across from you. The two of you began to eat, the room full of a comfortable quiet.

“How was work today?” Felix piped up. Your smile faltered while you chewed. He frowned as you swallowed.

“I’ve had better days,” you sighed. Felix hummed.

“I’m so sorry, schatz,” he said. You shrugged and shook your head.

“It’s fine,” you replied. Your eyes lingered on his gaze as you slipped your hand around the table. Your husband’s eyes lit up as you took his hand and squeezed it. “I’m just thankful that you've finally come back,” you grinned sweetly. Felix nodded, brushing his thick thumb across your knuckles.

“I’m glad to be here, too,” he smiled. The two of you ate the rest of your dinner. He told you to sit while he put the dishes in the dishwasher. “Do you want to open your present first or have some cake?” he called from the kitchen.

“I’ll do my present first,” you replied. Felix grunted before strolling back over with a lighter. He set it aside and handed the box over to you.

“I’ve had to keep this hidden from you for a few months,” he winked. You chuckled and untied the ribbon before pulling off the top. You gasped softly as you saw a pair of earrings and a necklace shining in the dim light of the candles.

“They’re gorgeous,” you murmured as you ran your hands over the intricate pieces of jewelry. Felix smiled and kissed your temple.

“I saw them while I was deployed over in Turkey. Their beauty immediately made me think of you,” he husked into your ear. You couldn’t help but giggle and blush at his compliment. “Sorry, I know it’s corny, but it’s true,” your husband shrugged and kissed your temple again.

“You know I like corny,” you replied with a wink. Felix chuckled.

“I’d help put those on you…but I have another surprise for you,” he said. You raised your brows curiously. “But first, how about we enjoy some cake?” Felix suggests. You smile and squeeze his hand.

“I’d like that very much,” you said. Felix nodded and flicked the lighter on before lighting the candles on the cake. Your face lit up just like the candles as he slid it over to you.

“Would you like me to sing for you?” he asked with a wry grin. You shook your head. “Oh? Are you sure? I have a nice vibrato, you know,” Felix wiggled his brows. You giggled. Your husband was usually quite reserved, and you were happy that you had the privilege to see this side of him.

“No, it’s okay,” you smiled. He shrugged.

“If you say so,” he shrugged as he placed his hands on your shoulders. You closed your eyes for a moment before blowing out the small flames. Felix leaned his hands over to pluck the candles out. “What did you wish for, hase?” he asked curiously. You hummed.

“You know that saying a wish out loud won’t make it come true,” you giggled.

“Nein, I have to argue with that,” he said as he handed you a slice of cake.

“Oh?” you asked. Felix nodded as he took a bite from his slice. He tilted his head to the side.

“Saying it out loud makes it seem all the more real…well, to me at least,” he explained. You smiled as you savored the sweetness of the cake. You're so happy you married a man who loves to cook.

“Well,” you began. Felix watched you as you shifted in your seat, your legs squeezing each other as you averted his gaze. “I was just wishing that…maybe we could give Johannes a little baby brother or sister?” you muttered. Felix remained stiff as a board as his eyes widened. Your shoulders slumped.

“I know it’s sudden, but-“ your breath hitched when you felt him pull you into a tight hug. You could hear his heart racing as he pulled you close.

“I can certainly help with that,” Felix murmured lowly. You felt heat rise from your core to your cheeks as his hot breath fanned over your neck. He nipped your ear as his calloused hands wandered down to cup your breasts.

“Mmm,” you moaned quietly as his lips lingered along your jawline while his hands kneaded your mounds.

“I could even make it a part of your surprise,” he offers while squeezing your tits. You bit your lip.

“Why don’t you go ahead and show me then?” you purred as you ran your finger down his face. He groaned before picking you up, his hands now kneading your bum. Felix pulled back and quickly blew out the candles before carrying you to your bathroom. The sweet aroma of vanilla and roses cascaded through the air. Candles were lit around the tub as he set you down on the edge of it. He leaned over and turned on the faucet, hot water pouring out and swirling around. Your heartbeat against your sternum as you looked up at your husband.

Felix gently came down to his knees and cupped your face in his hands. You leaned forward and met his lips. Steam rose up from the warm water as his hands wandered down to unbutton your blouse.

“Felix,” you sighed. Your throat hitched when his lips fell onto your neck, suckling gently as he pulled your top down. His hand continued to wander to your back where he unclasped your bra. Soon, you were completely bare before him. Felix’s pupils were blown as he took in the sight of your naked form.

“Hinreißend,” he breathed as he cupped your chin with his hand. Your face flushed. Felix grinned before shuffling back, discarding his own clothes from his body. Your lips parted when you saw a fresh scar trace across his shoulder.

“Baby,” you said with knitted brows. Felix gasped when you traced your fingertips near the wound. His hands fell on top of yours.

“I’ll be okay,” he assured you in a calm, raspy voice. You frowned as you looked into his eyes. You suddenly took his hand and brought it up to your lips. You kissed each and every one of his rough knuckles. Felix chuckled. “What are you doing?” he asked softly. Suddenly, his boxers fell onto the floor. His cock was already twitching slightly as you gazed at it. You squealed when he picked you up again, peppering your face with kisses. He kissed the tip of your nose and gazed into your eyes.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be spoiling you,” he purred. He kissed your neck a few more times before slowly lowering you into the warm water. Your muscles instantly relaxed as you were submerged beneath the surface. Felix turned the faucet off before sliding in behind you. The water level rose as he sat down and sprinkled some rose petals across the water.

“You weren’t kidding-you are spoiling me,” you chuckled. Felix smiled before setting the jar aside. You sighed and closed your eyes as you leaned your back against your husband’s strong chest. He whispered words of praise as his large hands rubbed and massaged your aching muscles. It was amazing how someone so massive could be so gentle.

Eventually, he soaked a washcloth and began to lightly scrub across your body, his other hand placed on your shoulder. You flinched slightly when you felt one of his fingers tap against your clit.

“Tschuldigung. Was that too sudden?” Felix asked, his voice laced with concern. You shook your head and slid forward, allowing his finger to rest over your slit.

“No, it just felt really good,” you told him as your face flushed. Felix hummed.

“Would you like me to continue, then?” he asked gently. Your heart warmed at his sentiment. Despite being married for a few years, he still asked for permission each time. You spread your legs a little wider and rested your hand over his, pressing his finger deeper into your pussy lips.

“Please, keep going,” you said. You could feel the deep rumble coming from Felix’s chest as he laid the washcloth aside. You rested your arms over his knees as he traced his finger up and down your slit. A small moan left your lips as he circled the pad of his digit across your puffy clit. His lips fell onto your shoulder as his other hand kneaded your breast. You panted as he played with your nub while another finger teased your entrance.

“Felix,” you gasped and squeezed his legs.

“Yes, hase?” he asked, his lips departing from your shoulder. You whined as you thrusted your hips forward, your face twisted in pleasure.

“I need you,” you keened. Without any hesitation, Felix picked you up and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around you before walking back into your bedroom. The giant man gently laid you down on the mattress before unwrapping the towel, seeing the treasure resting below him. The bed creaked as he climbed onto the mattress.

“What would you like to do, Kätzchen?” he murmured. You’ve never seen so much love held in someone’s eyes as he gazed down at you. You smiled up at him and cupped his cheek.

“Could you…could you finger me?” you asked, a sudden shyness overwhelming you. He smiled and nodded.

“Anything for you, liebling” Felix grinned. His lips found yours as his hand wandered over to grab the lube on the bedside dresser. He slid it across his fingers before dipping them into your wet heat. You moaned as he spread your labia apart with his thick fingers, his lips tenderly pressed against yours. His tongue slipped into your warm mouth as he stroked your clit with his thumb as he gently pushed two fingers into your hole. You squealed into his mouth as he pumped his fingers into your tight heat, your pussy squelching softly with every steady thrust.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Felix breathed when he parted from your kiss. You moaned as he rubbed your clit with gentle, methodical strokes. “And kind,” he continued as he curled the pads of fingers against your g-spot, causing your walls to clench around him. Felix’s fingers began to thrust into you at a quicker pace as he sucked a hickey over your pulse. “You’re just so wonderful, meine schatz,” your husband praised in a soft voice. The words caused a wave of pleasure to roll over you as you felt your lower muscles tense. Your hands fisted the sheets as he added a third finger into your dripping cunt.

“F-Felix-oh my God,” you panted as you threw your head back. He always made sure you felt full and stretched out-it was the only way he could prepare you for his cock.

“That’s it, liebling. Just relax,” Felix purred as his other hand kneaded the flesh of your hip. You watched his fingers dip in and out of you as he groaned. “Your clit looks so delectable,” he murmured. You shuddered as he pressed his thumb against it even more. “Would it be alright if I had a taste?” your husband asked before raking his teeth down your neck.

“P-Please,” you gasped out. Felix groaned as his lips trailed down your clavicle, then through the valley of your breasts. Your head grew more and more dizzy as he neared your mons pubis. He locked eyes with you, his fingers still stuffed inside your wet cunt as he rolled his tongue out. You cried out with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the hood of your clit. He grunted as he tasted your bundle of nerves, his fingers now gliding in and out of your gummy walls.

“Yes,” you moaned as your fingers curled around his scruffy ginger hair. Felix groaned as you tugged at his locks while he moved his head back and forth, wrapping his pink lips around your sensitive clit. You arched your back as he pushed his fingers all the way down to his knuckles. He unpuckered his lips and drew sloppy, wet circles around your nub. The pressure inside you was threatening to tear you to pieces before the simple act of him moaning into your folds made your hips snap forward.

“FELIX!” you keened as your body grew stiff. Felix continued to thrust his fingers inside you as he lapped at your clit, each small motion causing your contractions to swell and linger. You panted as he gave your clit one final kiss.

“Danke, hase,” Felix cooed as he rubbed the inside of your thigh. You grunted as he pulled his fingers out. He observed them intently, watching as your slick mixed with the lube glistened beneath the dim lighting of the bedroom. “Goodness, you’ve made quite the mess on my hand,” he chuckled. You blushed. “Oh, don't be ashamed...it only made me harder for you,” he whispered. Your eyes trailed down to see his cock flushed red and leaking with a familiar opaque liquid. He sat on his knees and began to stroke his length, the wet sounds causing your walls to flutter around nothing. His deep blue eyes were watching your expressions carefully as he ran his thumb across his slit.

“I’m going to make sure your birthday wish comes true, (Y/N),” Felix groaned. You moaned quietly at his words as he leaned over and applied more lube to his thick cock. To say it stretched you out would be an understatement-your entire pussy was about to get a full workout. He sighed as he lined the tip up to your entrance, one of his hands coming to rest next to your face.

“Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and spread your legs even wider.

“Fill me with your cum,” you demanded softly. Felix’s arms nearly buckled at your lewd command.

“I will-but I want to take my time with my liebe Frau and make sure she feels loved…if that’s alright with you,” he said as he stroked your chin with his thumb. You nodded and rested your hands over his shoulders. Smiling down and kissing you deeply, he started to push his thick length inside. Your eyes squeezed shut as his tip breached your entrance, already spreading you open with a delectable burn.

“Ah, you feel so good,” Felix praised as his cock slowly plunged into your quivering pussy. He pecked the corner of your mouth as his length slid deeper with every inch. Your breasts rose and fell as he finally bottomed out inside you. He panted as he allowed you to adjust to the size and stretch of his cock. Being a few months away meant you had to take matters into your own hands, though nothing you did could ever compare to how your walls would have to mold to the shape of his member.

“Are you feeling okay?” Felix asked, his hand stroking your cheek. You nodded and swallowed thickly as his cock twitched inside of you.

“I-I’m good. Just need a moment to adjust,” you gulped. Felix hummed and massaged your hips.

“You’re doing great, Kätzchen,” he murmured softly. With a few deep breaths your muscles began to relax. A surge of heat rushed over you as you felt his burning tip leak precum against your cervix. "Do you feel good enough for me to start moving?" your husband asked. You nodded. Felix released a deep sigh as he pulled his cock halfway out before slowly sliding it back in. Your ankles locked around the back of his thighs as he pumped into you at a slow, steady pace.

“You’re such a good wife-taking all of my cock like it was made for you,” he moaned as his hands squeezed your waist. You mewled as he thrusted into you, the burn caused by the stretch melting with every movement of his dick. “So gut,” Felix moaned as your cunt flexed around his girth. His hands wandered up and massaged your breasts gingerly as his thrusts became more determined, yet still remained gentle.

“Oh, baby,” you moaned as he lightly pinched and rubbed your nipples. His mouth wandered down and latched onto your breast. You gripped Felix’s shoulder when hips suddenly snapped forward, driving his cock even deeper into your tight walls. You squealed as he parted from your breast with a wet ‘pop’. Felix pushed himself forward, his chiseled lower body catching your clit and rubbing against it with each eager thrust of his cock. Your mind was turning to mush as you felt your lower muscles tense again.

“Felix, baby-I’m gonna cum!” you panted. You gasped when he picked up the pace just a little more.

“I know, schatz. I’m getting close, too,” he murmured. You cried out as a wave of pleasure rippled through you as he groaned above you. Your body swayed back and forth with every rock of his hips. Your breathing grew more and more ragged as your lips parted into a quiet whine.

“Mach weiter, hase-cum around my cock,” Felix grunted. Stars sprinkled your vision as you felt your hips snap forward, bringing him impossibly deeper. He groaned as your walls clamped and convulsed around his dick.

“Oh, liebling,” your husband cooed as he peppered your face with kisses. You noticed his thrusts faltered as he continued to fuck into your sensitive cunt. He whimpered above you, a sound you would have never guessed a man of his stature could make. Felix rested his forehead against yours as his member throbbed inside of you.

“S-Scheiße,” he groaned as he pounded against your cervix.

“Yes, yes,” you moaned loudly. Both of you gasped when he suddenly stilled above you. He moaned quietly as his brows knitted together, his face lighting up with ecstasy as he pumped his warm, sticky load into your stretched out hole. Both of you gasped as his Adam's apple slowly bobbed. He relaxed above you before signing contently.

“You were amazing,” you beamed. Felix grinned warmly as he gave a chaste kiss to your plump lips.

“Not as amazing as you were, hase,” he said softly. Felix kept his cock plugged inside your cunt as he rested on top of you, his weight being a welcome sensation to your overstimulated body. The two of you exchanged sweet kisses and loving strokes as your eyelids began to droop. He chuckled.

“Feeling tired, schatz?” Felix asked. You nodded and yawned. He cooed before pecking your forehead. “Here, let me clean you up,” he whispered. As soon as he pulled out, he grunted in disapproval as his cum began to leak from your hole. He gently shoved it back inside with two of his fingers, making sure it reached into your cervix. “We wouldn’t want to waste any, now would we?” his eyes were sparkling as if he were anticipating becoming a father again. You smiled and nodded.

Felix slipped away into the bathroom before bringing out a damp washcloth. He patted your folds gingerly before tossing the cloth and towel resting below you into the hamper. Your husband slid into bed, drawing the covers over the two of you before wrapping his strong arms around your body. He felt so warm as he pressed himself against you. Felix stared at you with silent admiration before kissing your lips.

“Get some sleep, liebling. You need to get some good rest while our little one grows inside of you,” he whispered while gently stroking your belly. You smiled at the thought and nuzzled closer to his side.

“Guten nacht, mein großer Bär,” you murmured.

“Guten nacht, meine kleiner Hase,” he said softly.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Translations:

Hase - Bunny

Ja - Yes

Mein großer Bär - My big bear

Meine kleiner Hase - My little bunny

Schatz - Treasure

Nein - No

Hinreißend - Gorgeous

Tschuldigung - I'm sorry

Kätzchen - Kitten

Meine schatz - My treasure

Liebling - Dear

Danke - Thank you

Liebe Frau - Dear wife

Mach weiter - Go on

Mutti - Mom

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[noonaishere]

Work of Art [J.JH] - epilogue four - something like two years later

You and Jaehyun loved your apartment in Seoul, the placement, the convenience, but eventually it just couldn’t keep up with your needs: you had a curious baby who, on more than one occasion, crawled into your studio and came out covered in oil paints she then tracked all over the floor; Jaehyun wanted to practice choreography at home and there was no space and neighbors who came up to complain when they felt he was making too much noise; and those two points didn’t even matter, because your paintings eventually breached the confines of your studio and began to intrude into the rest of the place like an invasive species. You had outgrown your beloved little apartment, and needed a bigger place.

Not even a year after you had given birth, you had made the decision to buy a house and move to a quiet neighborhood that was a little closer to his parents as well. The proximity to them was convenient not only because they loved baby sitting, often coming over to watch the baby so you could paint without being interrupted constantly, but because his parents were genuinely lovely people and you loved being around them. Of course, they’d have to be if they raised someone like your husband.

“Be good for grandma, okay?” You kissed your daughter on the forehead as she groggily nodded yes and you handed her off to Jaehyun’s mom.

Anna gave both of the twins a kiss and told them to behave themselves. While your child was already tired from running around with her “cousins” all afternoon, her kids were a little older and still had some energy left. They were currently drawing a picture together.

“I’ll get them all to bed on time, don’t worry,” Jaehyn’s mom smiled.

You returned the smile. “Thank you, Omma.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Jeong.” Anna smiled.

“Have fun with your friends, you two.” She said as she sat at the table across from the twins.

“Jae’s mom is so sweet,” Anna said as the two of you walked down the stairs to join the others.

“Mhm. Oh my god, I remember being so nervous when I met his parents. I was like this… dumbass American kid who purposefully orphaned herself from her family and now their son was about to present that mess of a person to them like, ‘Hey, I love this person.’ I was shitting myself.”

Anna laughed.

“But they liked me?” You widened your eyes at her, miming the astonishment you felt when they didn’t just not present you with an envelope of money as a bribe to stop knowing their son, they actually liked you and welcomed your presence.

She laughed again and swatted at you. “Didn’t they like you a lot when you finally met them?”

“Oh yeah. He told them all about me so: I didn’t even know I had a reputation, but it had already preceded me.” You chuckled as the two of you reached the bottom of the stairs and you turned the hall light off as you made your way to the kitchen. “And then his mom was all cute and weepy like, ‘If you ever need a mom, I can be your mom,’ and we both ended up crying.”

“Aww.”

“How’s your mom by the way? How’d the surgery go?”

“Oh, she’s doing great. Her and my dad want to visit once she’s okay to fly.”

“Would they want to come out here at all? We can maybe barbecue in the backyard and the kids can run around.”

“Oh, could we do that? It’d be so much better than having everyone over at our place.”

“That’s why I offered.” You laughed as the two of you walked into the kitchen. “As my oldest and most important friend, of course we can barbecue here.”

“We’re barbecuing?” Jaehyun asked as he arranged snacks onto a tray.

“Anna’s parents might visit soon and I offered our place for barbecuing. Do you mind?”

He shook his head with a smile. “Of course not. I love your parents, Anna.”

She smiled.

“And we’re of a singular mind,” Jaehyun said as you walked over to steal a snack and he seized the moment to kiss you on the cheek.

Anna chuckled. “If you two are going to be like this, I’m going to go wait for everyone else.” She left for the living room.

“You’ve chased our friend away,” you giggled as he went in for a second kiss. 

“Had to happen at some point.”

He chased your lips with his own as you tried to dodge him, laughing as he tried to get you. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, you draped your arms over his shoulders with a chuckle and rubbed his back for a moment. 

“You okay?”

He nodded into your neck before pulling away. “I want to see our friends, but I’m suddenly wishing we were having ‘alone time’ instead.” You snorted a laugh. “But this is the first time we’ve seen everyone since, like…” You had to think for a second, you almost couldn’t remember. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment as you thought, unable to come to the answer. “...Since everyone came over to see the baby for the first time-- I think?”

He buried his face in your neck again and said something you couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry? Was I meant to understand that?” You laughed.

He pulled back again and leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t care. I want to be with my wife.”

You exhaled a laugh and headbutted him gently. “Such a whiny boy.” “Maybe.”

“Well, it’s Friday, so maybe we can convince your mom to take Yuri tomorrow and get some time to ourselves for the weekend.”

“Promise?”

“I mean, I can’t because she’s the one who has to say yes or no, but we can try asking.”

He hummed happily and kissed your neck. 

“Sir, we’re having company soon. Actually, we have company already.”

He whined and pulled back so he could show you how angry he was at your rebuff: he furrowed his eyebrows together and frowned.

“Oh my god, so scary. What an intimidating presence.”

He furrowed his brows harder and scrunched up his nose.

“Oh my god. Were I wearing boots, I would be quaking in them. How will I ever recover from this-- this-- terrifying being?”

He laughed and sighed.

You patted his shoulders to get him to focus. “The kiddo and the twins are in bed or at least occupied, and your mom is watching them--”

“You mean Table?”

You laughed. He'd never let you live it down. “Sure.”

“You’re the one who wanted to confuse people,” he laughed.

You smiled. “Well, you picked a better name than I ever could,” you kissed his cheek, “good job, bestie.” You extracted yourself from his embrace 

“Bestie?” He asked incredulously.

You smiled and opened a bag of chips so you could empty them into a bowl. 

He scoffed and walked around the room, pretending to pay attention to everything but you, before launching himself at you and pinning you between himself and the counter.

“Stop stop stop,” you slapped at his hands as he held onto the counter, “everyone else is going to be here soon.”

“You should have thought of that before kissing me~” He sing-songed as he tried to plant kisses on your face that you, giggling, evaded.

“Jae,” you whined, “Anna is in the other room and I have to put chips in a bowl; very important.”

“More important than my kisses?”

“Much.”

He made a face of false offense and made sure you saw it.

“Do you know how many chips go bowl-less every year? Too many.”

“What would you do, if there was a chip, right in front of you?”

“In the arms… of… an angel…” you warbled in the worst singing voice you could muster.

“Oh my god,” he laughed and hugged you from behind,” I’m going to put that on Soundcloud and make you famous.”

You laughed loudly. “I’m a whiteboy Soundcloud rapper! ‘Skrrt! Skrrt! My daddy never loved me and now I have bad feelings about women and have to make it everyone else’s problem!’ Let go, I have to start my career! Skrrt!”

“Skrrt! Skrrt!”

“Skrrt!”

He laughed and held onto you as you tried to struggle, both of you laughing like idiots as you “Skrrt”-ed at each other and he only landed half the kisses he was trying to plant on you.

“Ah-HEM.” The two of you heard and Jaehyun turned to see who it was, pulling away from the counter and turning you as well.

Johnny laughed. “Are you going to flirt with your wife the whole time, Jeffery, or are you actually going to say hi to your guests?”

“Wave for us,” Jaehyun said and lifted you so you could wave with your feet.

You waved with your feet.

“Hi, y/n.” He laughed as he put the drinks he arrived with on the counter. “I’m going to say hi to my babies, but before I do, this is Mark Lee, a friend I met while DJing. He’s Canadian so don’t be afraid to act like a foreigner around him.” Johnny presented him to you before leaving for the upstairs portion of the house.

“Ahh, vous êtes Canadien?”

“Huh?”

You chuckled. “Hi, Mark Lee from Canada,” you said before waving again. “I’m y/n, this is my husband, Jaehyun. I’m from the US and he lived in America for four years.”

“Hi,” he awkwardly came over and shook your hand. He looked at Jaehyun, confused.

“Honey, let go of me and shake his hand,” you laughed.

He finally let go of you and you helped Anna unpack the drinks. Jaehyun shook Mark’s hand.

“This is a nice house.” “Thank you.” 

They stood together awkwardly. “Why don’t you show him around?” You suggested. “Mark, are you a DJ?”

“Oh-- Actually I’m a rapper.” You laughed. “Maybe Jae can show you his studio, then.”

“Oh-- Yo, you have your own studio?” Mark asked Jaehyun, excited.

“Yeah. Want to see?”

“Of course! Jaehyun, let’s see that studio, son!”

You laughed loudly as they walked away.

“My husband finds the weirdest people.” Anna said, shaking her head.

“I think you mean he finds the best people,” you corrected.

She laughed. The doorbell rang and both of you went over to the intercom to check who it was. Seeing the rest of your friend group standing there, you opened the door and let them all in.

“Hi! Did you all come together?”

“No,” Eunji said as the two of you hugged, “somehow we all arrived at the same time.”

You laughed as Jungwoo gangster-cat-walked his way into the house before giving you a hug as well. 

“Was traffic bad?” Anna asked.

“Not too terrible,” Taeyong answered as he walked in with Yuta behind him.

“Did you get my files for the multimedia exhibition?” Yuta asked you.

“I did. I think I was breastfeeding at the time and swiped it away by accident, but I’ll look on Monday.”

“Why not tomorrow?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

He narrowed his eyes back.

“It’s the weekend, my dude.”

“You can still look, my dude.”

“But my dude wants to fool around, my dude--”

“Okay, I was going to make a joke like, ‘Were you breastfeeding Jae or the baby?’ but I didn’t know I would be given that information.” 

You laughed loudly and slapped him on the arm.

“I have to go to Japan next week and I was hoping you’d look at it before then.”

“Then why’d you send it on a Friday afternoon?”

“I was--”

“He was bothering me all week about the music for the exhibition,” Johnny said as he came down the stairs. “That’s why.”

“Ohh…” you said and raised your eyebrows at Yuta.

“What a traitor,” he said back to Johnny.

Johnny shrugged and walked over to give Anna a hug and kiss. 

“What’s that for?”

“The beautiful mother of my beautiful children.”

She laughed softly and rolled her eyes.

“Did your beautiful wife tell you that our firm picked up another project?” Jungwoo asked.

Johnny turned to Anna. “No she didn’t?”

Anna scowled at Jungwoo.

“Oh-- sorry.”

“Jungie,” Eunji sighed.

“Sorry.”

“Am I not supposed to know?” Johnny asked.

Anna sighed. “I had reserved a table at a nice restaurant so I could tell you and we could celebrate in a little style.”

He put his arms around her. “Aww, babe, we can still do that.”

“But now it’s not a surprise.”

“...What’s not a surprise?”

You snickered.

She looked up at him, her brows furrowed.

He looked back, doe-eyed in false confusion.

She sighed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but I don’t know what you’re thanking me for.”

She sighed and hugged him.

Johnny turned them both so he could get her walking towards the dining room, and winked at Jungwoo in as they passed him.

Jungwoo shrugged apologetically. Eunji hit him on the arm.

“What?”

“You know she likes to surprise him.”

“I thought she told him already.”

“You should have asked.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Do you not celebrate a new project?” Taeyong asked.

“I-- we do-- but…” Jungwoo stuttered.

Eunji raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s uh… more lowkey.”

Taeyong looked at them in confusion for a moment before realizing what they meant. “Okay, well--” and left for the dining room.

“Yet another thing I didn’t need to know.” Yuta said and followed him.

You laughed and linked your arms in theirs. “Come on, you crazy, childless lovebirds.”

Eunji laughed softly. “Speaking of, can we watch the peanut again? She was so funny last time.”

“I know you’re not warming up to the idea of having kids.”

“Our Eunji? Never.” Jungwoo laughed.

“Listen, I heard every pregnancy horror story my grandmother, aunts, and mom all went through, I am so good. But Yuri’s cute when she’s awake and playing. You can have her back when she poops or cries or whatever.”

You laughed. “Rent-a-baby.”

“Exactly. I’m like a fun aunt: I watch her when she’s fun, you can have her back when she’s work. And then I’ll go home to my quiet and my cute husband.”

Jungwoo blew her a kiss.

You laughed again. “I love you two.”

She hugged you as you walked into the dining room. Anna and Johnny were setting up the food and snacks and getting the drinks ready. Jaehyun and Mark were coming back from the studio.

“And where’d you get the yellow one?”

“The Behringer? Amazon, honestly.”

“Oh, no doubt.” He made a note in his phone.

“You can get some really interesting distortion effects if you just fuck around with it for a bit.”

“Expensive?”

“Not really.”

“No doubt, no doubt.” He saw Johnny. “Amazon, more like AmaJon!” He laughed and gave Johnny a handshake hello.

“Mark, I’m literally the one who invited you.”

“You gotta be cordial, you gotta be cordial, you know? And me, I gotta be cordial.”

Cordial? You mouthed to Jaehyun.

He widened his eyes and shrugged as he walked over, and kissed you on the head. He whispered into your ear: “He’s an interesting guy.”

You giggled.

“Was it that funny?”

“Your breath made my hair touch my ear.”

He smiled and brushed it back away from your face, and then kissed you on the lips.

“Ahhh!” Johnny clapped loudly. “Stop that! You have guests!”

The two of you laughed.

“Maybe we should start the game.” Taeyong said. “So they’ll be preoccupied with something else.”

“Hey, we’re more than capable of keeping our hands off each other,” you protested.

“That’s not what I heard,” Yuta said with a wry smile.

You threw a chip at him.

With the snacks all placed on the table and the drinks all opened or mixed, you were all finally able to get to the main event of the night: Mafia.

A favorite of the group whenever you got together, it had started as a fun suggestion when you were still all in college, and became a sort of tradition. It was just competitive enough that you all got silly with it, but not competitive enough that anyone ever got into a fight. And it was perfect, because you all had your own way of trying to figure out who the mafia was; there was never a dull moment in any of the games you had played over the years.

So drinks were drank and since everyone was a little more drunk, the game started.

“Okay, everyone, heads down.” Johnny commanded.

“Thumbs up, Seven Up.” You said.

He chuckled. The only other people who would have understood you - Anna and Jaehyun - elbowed you in the side from where they sat on either side of you. You laughed.

“I will now walk around, and if I tap you,” Johnny said, “you’re that thing. Okay?”

A chorus of muffled ‘yes’es came back to him, along with one “Yes, games daddy.”

Johnny paused for a moment. “Yuta, was that you?”

“Yes.”

You all laughed, heads still down. You could guess that Johnny was probably shaking his head as Yuta laughed, self satisfied.

Johnny went around, telling everyone what they were, saying the name and then walking around the table a bunch of times so no one could figure out who was being tapped and who was what.

“Okay, the town, city, whatever is asleep,” Johnny started. “Can I see the mafia? Ma-ma-ma-ma-mafia, yeah, they are the mafia--”

“Babe.” Anna admonished.

“Ring-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding,” you sang.

Jaehyun laughed next to you.

Anna sighed. “You’re both as bad as each other.”

You laughed.

“No talking,” Johnny said with a sort of faux annoyance you knew to expect from him. “Mafia, wake up and do your dastardly deeds.”

You weren’t anything so you kept your head down.

“Who would you like to kill? Mhm? Alright, thank you. Go back to sleep. Now can the cop wake up?”

“ACAB,” Eunji said.

The table laughed quietly.

Johnny suppressed a laugh. “And who would you like to sneak a peek at?” He asked the cop. He was quiet for a few moments as they picked who they wanted to check and were told the answer. “Okay, go back to sleep. Now will the doctor awaken?”

Silence for a few seconds. 

“Doctor?”

Silence again.

“Doctor.” He said forcefully.

“That’s me!” Mark said happily.

The game ruined, everyone groaned and picked up their heads. 

“Mork!” Johnny yelled, exasperated.

“Mork!” You yelled, delighted.

“Mork?” Jaehyun asked.

“Wait, what’s ‘Mork’?” Jungwoo laughed.

“That’s what the other rappers and DJs call him when he does things like this,” Johnny said with a sigh.

“What?” Mark asked.

“Mork, come sit near me,” Yuta said, patting the seat next to him.

As he changed seats, Jaehyun asked. “Who was the mafia?”

“Me and Yuta,” Jungwoo said.

“Ahh,” Jaehyun nodded.

“It’s actually a good thing that you ended the game, Mark,” Johnny said as deleted the first list of positions he had made on his phone. 

“Why?”

“Because they killed Taeyong and he died first the last two times we played.”

“What?” Taeyong asked as he looked between Jungwoo and Yuta. “What have I ever done to you two?”

You laughed. “Again?”

“Do you kill him all the time?” Mark asked Yuta.

“We do. It makes him so mad.” Yuta laughed.

You couldn’t tell if Taeyong was actually offended or pretending to be as he sat there, slack-jawed at the two of them.

“Okay, let’s start over.” Johnny said, finishing his new list.

He went around the room selecting the positions again, and again you weren’t any of them. The first morning came and he had you all ‘wake  up’.

“Good morning~” he sang. “Edvard Grieg’s ‘Morning Mood’ is playing like it’s a laundry commercial and you’re all waking up to a new day.”

“I’m taking down my laundry and smelling how fresh they smell,” you mimed taking laundry off a clothesline.

“What’s that?” Jungwoo asked.

“Taking it off a clothesline-- wait you don’t have that here. I’m taking it off a drying rack.” 

You pretended to take something like a towel off a drying rack and leaned over the table to let him smell it. He pretended it smelled amazing and both of you mimed like two people in a detergent commercial, smiling in an absolutely unhinged way at the scent of fabric softener.

“Does this mean they’re the mafia?” Anna asked.

“No, it means they’re clowns,” Eunji said.

Jaehyun pulled at your shirt to make you sit. You looked at him and held up the imaginary towel to let him pretend to smell it. He did and you both started miming being in a box.

“Even worse,” Anna laughed.

Jaehyun kissed your cheek in a sneak attack.

“No profanity at the table,” Johnny said. 

You snorted a laugh.

“Now,” he paused, “there was a death last night.”

You all reacted with shock.

“The person murdered… was Mark.”

Mark reacted with surprise.

“Sounds like a revenge killing,” you said.

“Are you the cop?” Jaehyun asked. 

“No, I’m a concerned citizen; I came here to wash and dry my unmentionables in peace, now there’s crime happening in the area! What about my unmentionables?”

“For unmentionables, you sure mention them an awful lot.” He said.

“Sounds pretty suspicious to me…” Anna trailed off as she narrowed her eyes at you.

“You also went pretty hard on the waking up bit,” Taeyong pointed out.

“Yeah, but she always does that.” Jaehyun said.

You nodded. This was true; who would you be without sprinkling random comedy bits throughout your day like a vaudevillian actor. Of stage and screen.

“I can’t figure out who it is.” Yuta said, glaring at everyone at the table. 

“I have an idea--” you started, and Anna started sarcastically clapping for your ability to have an idea. Johnny and Jaehyun joined and soon the whole table did as you sat there, looking unimpressed. “Fine. I won’t tell you what it is.”

“What is it?” Yuta asked.

“No.” You pretended to fold your laundry on the table. “If you’re going to be like that then I won’t tell you who I think it is.”

“You can’t just hold back clues.” Jungwoo said.

“I bet you she doesn’t know anything,” Anna laughed.

“No,” you said.

You finished your imaginary laundry and folded your hands in your lap gently like a middle-aged mother who felt unappreciated by her family, whose kids haven’t called since they moved out and who hasn’t received even a card for Mother’s Day. You can’t even go to the store to buy a card? On which to write ‘To’ and ‘From’ and mail it a few days before? You can’t even think about your mother on the day specifically for thinking about mothers? Hah. There truly is no point in raising children. 

You laughed a short sigh as you shrugged. “I won’t tell you.”

“Well, regardless of whether we need to start visiting during the holidays…” Johnny said.

You pointed at him. You knew he’d get it.

He nodded at you. “You do all have to pick a mafia to get rid of.”

“Do we have any clues?” Anna asked.

“Not really,” Taeyong said. “But I’m alive so it can’t be Jungwoo or Yuta.”

You all laughed.

“On the count of three,” Johnny said. “One, Two, three.”

Everyone pointed at whoever and Johnny looked at the chaos of indecision.

“Uh… Jaehyun two, Taeyong two, Eunji two. You three can make your plea. Eunji?”

“So, I wasn’t going to pick Taeyong,” Eunji started, “but then I saw him pick me so I picked him back.”

“That easy, huh?” Anna asked with a laugh.

She nodded. “I figure, if he’s going to pick me, I’m going to pick him back because I have no idea who it is.” 

Johnny nodded. “Taeyong?”

“I’m not the mafia. I don’t know who it is, but I-- it’s really not me.”

“Convincing,” Yuta nodded.

Johnny nodded. “And Jae?”

“I don’t think it’s Yuta or Jungwoo like Taeyong said, and I don’t think it’s y/n.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a plea for you?” You asked. 

“I saw Eunji’s face when you said you had an idea, so I think she’s a mafia. She acted like a mafia would if they knew they were caught.”

“Jungwoo’s been quiet,” Eunji said.

“Have I?” He asked.

“Hmm, maybe a little,” Yuta said, eyes still narrowed in suspicion.

Jaehyun continued. “I think that maybe the mafia are in a rush. Other positions aren’t in a rush, but the mafia are, obviously.”

“Are you in a rush?” Yuta asked.

Zinged, Jaehyun fixed his hair, smiling.

Everyone talked for a few moments until Johnny shouted over the group. “Okay! You all have to pick: one, two, three.”

Most of the fingers pointed at Taeyong.

“What?” He asked.

“Okay, Taeyong’s out.”

Yuta looked at everyone at the table. “What the--”

“Everyone back to sleep!” Johnny said.

You all put your heads back down. And that’s when you heard it again, the noise you heard during the first night: something between a rustling and a jingling. You had, as any hard boiled detective would say, a hunch. And it wasn’t just because of your bad posture.

And after all of the named positions made their choices, you all woke up.

“Good morning lawful citizens,” Johnny started. “There was a death last night.”

Giggling and gasping. 

He turned slowly towards Jaehyun. “The Valentine Boy himself… has passed.”

Jaehyun sighed. You pretended to mourn him so he pretended to be dead.

“No! Jaehyun! My one and only love!”

“I thought I was your one and only love?” Anna asked.

“You’re my one and only platonic love,” you corrected before turning to Johnny. “Anyway, Eunji is the mafia, I heard her earrings during both nights after you asked the mafia to wake up, meaning she picked her head up, meaning she’s the mafia.”

Jaehyun looked at you, surprised, and whispered: “Wow.”

“You’re dead, you can’t talk.” Johnny said.

“Can I come back from the dead to make out with my wife?”

“Absolutely not.”

He sighed dejectedly. “Being dead sucks.”

You laughed.

“I heard her earrings too,” Yuta pointed at you. “She’s definitely one. I think Anna is the other one.”

“Why me?” Anna asked.

“You’re being suspicious.” “Does that mean you want to vote?” Johnny asked.

“Yes!” half of you shouted.

“I think we need to discuss this more,” Eunji said.

“Nope. My husband is dead and I desire vengeance!" You countered, hitting your fists on the table. “Who’s going to run the washing machine? Because it definitely won’t be me!”

Jaehyun laughed his dad laugh.

“One, two, three.” Johnny counted.

You, Yuta, and Jungwoo pointed at Eunji. Eunji pointed at you, Anna pointed at Jungwoo.

“Why are you pointing at me?” He asked.

“I panicked.”

He shot her a look.

Yuta narrowed his eyes at her.

“Eunji, you’re out. We’ll hold a lovely funeral for you.” Johnny said.

She sighed. “You’re making a mistake.”

“Beddy-bye.” Johnny said and you all put your heads down.

A few moments later and you all picked them up again.

“Good morning, random citizens. Y/n has died. Her funeral will be held tomorrow… if you can make it that far.”

You turned to Jaehyun, mouth agape, and he nodded at you sadly. You sighed and linked arms with him, both of you closing your eyes and pretending to be laid to rest for a few moments before going back to listening to the game.

“Okay, now I know it's Anna.” Yuta said.

“How is it me?”

“Because you pointed at Jungwoo instead of Eunji, and now y/n is dead which means she was right.”

“That checks out,” Jungwoo nodded. “I vote for Anna.”

They both pointed at her.

“Can’t I defend myself?”

They shook their heads.

Johnny shrugged at her. “Is that your final answer?” He asked them.

“Mhm,” Yuta nodded.

“Mhm.” Jungwoo nodded.

He nodded and paused dramatically. “The Citizens… have won.”

You clapped. The whole table bustled with energy.

“I knew I shouldn’t have pointed at you, Jungwoo.” Anna said.

He laughed. “Why did you?”

“I didn’t want to vote Eunji and I panicked.”

“You could have voted for me, I wouldn’t have been mad,” Eunji said.

“I’m surprised you managed to get it together after not listening to me and then letting me die.” You said.

“Who were the doctor and cop?” Yuta asked.

“I was the cop,” Mark raised his hand. 

“I was the doctor,” Taeyong said.

“And you got voted out instead,” Jaehyun laughed.

Taeyong laughed with a sigh.

“Do we want to break for five minutes before the next game?” Johnny asked.

“Yes,” the table said in unison, as Eunji stood and left for the kitchen.

“If you need a drink, I’ll get it,” you offered as you stood.

“No, I’m taking my earrings off.” You heard rustling, her bag probably, and she came back in with naked ears. “If you think I’m getting caught like that again, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

You laughed.

“Anyone want their drinks refreshed?” Jaehyun asked and stood.

Everyone put their drink orders in and he went back and forth a couple times between the kitchen and the dining room getting drinks and throwing out empty bottles and cans. 

He sat and put a new drink in front of you.

“Oh, I don’t need another one.” You said.

He shrugged. “We can share.” And kissed you on the head.

“No making out at the table!” Johnny said forcefully.

“It’s our house,” you said back through gritted teeth, “we can do whatever we want!”

“Not during the game!”

You turned to Jaehyun. “Let’s throw all these drinks off the table and really show them something.”

He looked at the drinks for a few seconds. “...I don’t want to clean it up though.”

You turned back to Johnny. “You’re only safe because my husband is lazy. And so am I.”

He laughed.

Anna laughed and imitated the two of you. “‘Jae! Hold me back!’ ‘...Nah.’”

You laughed. “That’s exactly it.”

“If anyone actually made her mad, they’d only be getting what’s coming to them,” he said and sipped the drink.

Johnny pointed at him, hoping he’d understand what he had in mind.

Jaehyun didn’t notice him at first, but the silence made him look in his direction. He considered him for a moment and then realized what the pointing was in reference to. He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement and pointed back.

Mark looked between the two of them. “What does the pointing mean?”

Johnny looked at him, confused for a moment, and then realized: “Oh, I forgot someone was here who didn’t know.”

“You don’t need to explain it,” you said to Johnny and then addressed Mark, “Something happened a long time ago because of someone we used to know. It’s not important.”

He nodded. 

“My wife is a terror, Mork, that’s all you need to know,” Jaehyun said and hugged you.

“Jae--”

“She’s a terror and I love her.”

You laughed. “So romantic.”

“You know those horror stories of women of the woods who are terrifying and beautiful--”

“--and terrifyingly beautiful--”

“--who eat men and are pure chaos? That’s her.” He squeezed you.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” You laughed.

He pulled back and looked at you. “I never said I wasn’t.”

“Oh my god.”

He grinned a dopey grin at you. How did you not notice before? His ears were already red and his eyes were getting that sleepy look you thought was adorable as he got all clingy with you.

“We’ve lost him.” Yuta said.

“I can’t believe I was hoping you two would get together, you’re so annoying.” Taeyong said.

You laughed.

“Okay!” Johnny clapped his hands together. “Next game.”

The game started and when Johnny said ‘Mafia’ the first time, you felt a tap on your shoulder as he walked by. 

You were rarely chosen as mafia, and you honestly liked it better that way; you were able to goof off more and didn’t have to try and strategize at all. A small wave of panic surged through you for a second, and you wondered if you could actually win. It depended on your partner.

Johnny started and asked if you’d all like to introduce yourselves: 

“I’m a…” Mark thought, “a concerned citizen.”

“What are you concerned about, Mark?” Johnny asked.

“Uh… laundry?”

“You have to get your own bit,” you said.

The group laughed.

Everyone else introduced themselves in some way or another, and you all decided not to vote, as no one seemed suspicious. 

Then you went to the first night.

“Oh mafia… please raise your heads.” Johnny said.

You picked your head up and looked around, before landing on Jaehyun, who was looking right at you. You smiled in surprise, and he smiled back. This could be very bad… or very good. You smiled deviously at him, he mirrored you.

“Who would you like to kill, mafia?”

You pointed at Taeyong. Jaehyun looked at you, surprised. You scrunched up your nose with determination and nodded. It was a perfect opening. He nodded back and both of you pointed to him and nodded to Johnny.

“Thank you mafia, your order will be delivered in three to five weeks.”

You both put your heads down and waited for the others to do their thing.

“Okay, everyone, the day is dawning; time to write your morning pages, time to do your yoga and have a green smoothie. And maybe file a police report because Taeyong is dead.”

“What?” Mark says, sadly.

Taeyong sighed.

Yuta and Jungwoo’s attention snapped to each other.

Perfect.

They sized each other up for a moment. 

“You think it’s me?” Jungwoo asked.

“I think it’s you.” Yuta replied.

“I think it’s you!” Jungwoo laughed.

Yuta narrowed his eyes at him, Jungwoo narrowed his back. 

“Maybe it’s Eunji,” Yuta shifted his attention over to her.

Eunji looked up from sipping her drink. “Me? Why me?”

“Because you’re being quiet.”

“I was drinking? Should I talk when I drink? I’ll drown!”

You laughed.

“I think it’s Anna,” Jungwoo said. 

“Why’s that?” Jaehyun asked.

“She was the mafia before.”

You stared at him for a second. “Are you new at this?”

“Is there anyone you would like to vote off?”

Everyone voted and no one had over one vote. Somehow.

“Ohh, one of those games,” Johnny said. “If you can’t decide, go back to sleep.”

“Mafia~ oh mafia~!” Johnny sang.

You and Jaehyun lifted your heads.

“Oh there you are, my little mafia. Who would you like to kill, mafia?”

You weren’t sure who to go for next. Yuta and Jungwoo had to stay alive for the plan, but you weren’t sure about everyone else.

Jaehyun pointed to Mark and raised his eyebrows, asking if you agreed. You shrugged and nodded. You both pointed at Mark.

“Oh? Really? Really, really? Wow! Okay!”

You tried not to laugh and put your head back down.

“Oh cop~! The next stop is: cop. Who would you like to check, cop? Okay~! Is there a doctor in the house? Oh doc! Who will you save, doc? Think carefully doctor! Think with all of your heart and your hippocratic oath! Okay, I’ll ask you about my bill later. Everyone wake and greet the new morning.”

You all woke up, you pretended to yawn and roll over in bed, and put your arm across Jaehyun. He patted your arm and you pretended to wake up.

Johnny stood still like a video game character who had just spawned in. 

You all stared at him.

He stared back.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Anyway, Mark is dead.”

Mark looked heartbroken. Poor goofball.

“I still think Jungwoo is suspicious,” Yuta said.

“Me? I’m just a citizen. You’re the suspicious one, you keep laying blame everywhere.”

“You have to lay blame somewhere, that’s how the game is played.”

“Are you just picking people you don’t like?”

“I can only trust Yuta,” Jaehyun said. “He’s really good at this game.”

You nodded. “But so is Jungwoo. Who do you suspect when the dream team is broken up?”

“Unless they’re the mafia and this is all an act.”

“Oh, shit,” you whispered.

Yuta stared at the two of you for a few moments. “I think it’s Jaehyun, y/n. Done.”

“Such confidence,” you replied.

“I’ll give you time to talk it out,” Johnny said and set a timer on his phone.

“I think he’s the mafia and he’s floundering,” Anna said.

“That could be it,” Eunji added.

“Why do you think I’m the mafia?” Yuta asked.  “You know how I play.”

“That’s exactly something the mafia would say.”

“What about you?” Eunji asked Jungwoo.

“Me?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m a cop.”

Taeyong pressed his eyes closed and tried to sigh without anyone noticing. You noticed.

“You’re the cop?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t seem like a cop.”

“I’m a very good cop, every investigation I take on gets solved.”

“So who do you think is the mafia, cop?” You asked.

Jungwoo looked around the table. “I’m leaning towards… Anna, honestly.”

“Me?” She asked.

“Yeah. You seem suspicious.”

Anna turned to Yuta and glared at him.

“How’s it feel, mafia?”

She glared at him harder.

The alarm went off. “Okay, you have to vote.”

Everyone pointed. Most were pointing at Anna.

“Eunji, you have to save me,” she said.

“How do I save you?”

“And my lovely wife is no more.” Johnny said. “Go to sleep.”

You all put your heads down.

Johnny sang. “Mafia, mafia, who will you pick? Mafia mafia, who will--” 

“Get sick.”

“You’re dead, Mark. You can’t talk.”

The group chuckled.

“Will the real mafia, please wake up.”

You and Jaehyun raised your heads and shared your second devious smile of the night. Anna looked at you, unimpressed. You blew her a kiss.

You pointed at Jungwoo and raised your brows to ask if Jaehyun agreed. He nodded and you both pointed at him to show Johnny your pick.

“Okay. Okay. Okay? Okay! I got it! I said I got it! I got it!”

Mark started laughing and Jaehyun implored Johnny with his expression.

“Alright, thank you to the mafia, without them, this wouldn’t be the same.”

You put your heads back down.

“And the cop? Thank you copper. And the doc? Thank you doccer. Everyone awake, to a new, fresh morn’.”

“Doccer?” Taeyong whispered to himself.

“It’s the next morning,” Johnny continued. “...Jungwoo is dead.”

“Oh my god,” Yuta said. “It was Jaehyun and y/n.”

“Wait, are we done?” Eunji asked. “We didn’t find anyone.”

“There’s still four of us,” Jaehyun said.

“How many mafia are left?” You asked.

Johnny smiled. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

You smiled and held up two fingers.

Yuta groaned. “I should have gone with my gut!” 

“Why didn’t you?” Jungwoo asked.

“I have no idea!”

The group laughed.

“What number game was that?” Jaehyun asked.

You started ticking them off on your fingers, “First game… Borked by Mork. Second game… Ladies Night. Third game… Sleeper Cell Dream Team.”

He nodded.

“Where do you come up with this shit?” Eunji laughed.

“I have no idea, my good dude.”

“Should we play one more game?” Jungwoo asked the table.

“I don’t know,” Anna responded, nodding a Johnny, “Are you okay? Didn’t you stand all day while you were setting up the festival?”

“I’m okay.”

“Your feet don’t hurt?”

He smiled. “They’re fine, my love.” He looked past her for a few moments before gesturing at what he was looking at. “Anyway, I think at least one of us is a lost cause.”

Anna turned. Jaehyun’s face was buried in your neck and in between gentle pats and shoves, you were giggling as you tried to fend him off.

“We have guests, sir! Guests!”

“Tell them to get their own wife.”

“Oh my god--ahh!”

Anna shook her head. “I guess we’re done.”

a/n: I hope you enjoyed my little ditty (heavily) inspired by watching the (at the time, new-- this has been sitting in an unfinished state for a long time 😅😅😅 lol) NCT mafia game (and then rewatching the old one). I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun of my idiots did this?” yes. I think so. lol

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[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Eight

read from part one!

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams, the things you love the most get left behind.....

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, mentions underage drinking, absent parents

“Hey Ky, I thought you were staying with dad?” I ask hesitantly not wanting to provoke his anger that I’ve grown so accustomed to. “I wanted to finish school in person. It doenst matter, dads place sucked anyway.” His smile falls and his shoulders tense. “Oh okay, well I’m gonna go back to my room.” I shuffle out awkwardly. “Okay, later.”

Natalie: so kyle is back…said dads place sucked. Wtf! 8:45pm

Noah: WHAT?! -_- your dad didn’t even call first? 8:47

Natalie: probably called my mom, but I have talked to her in a few days. She was passed out on the couch this morning. 8:47

Natalie: looks like she had a bottle of wine for dinner…or is it considered breakfast if you have it at 6am? 8:47

Noah: yikes. I’m sorry Nat. 8:48

Noah: did he say anything else? 8:48

Natalie: no, just started acting all defensive so I dropped it. 8:49

Noah: hm..think something happened with you dad? 8:50

Natalie: with Kyle? Probably. 8:51

Natalie: I’m just going to do my best to ignore him, and maybe we move movie night to your place lol. 8:52

Noah: lol of course, and you’re obviously welcome here anytime. I’ll come and pick you up anytime just say the word. 8:52

Natalie: my hero :) <3 ily

Noah: ily :)

We text back and for the rest of the night until I pass out on my bed. 

The next day Noah picks me up in the late afternoon so we can go to one of his shows together. Nick is in the back seat when I climb in the car. Greeting them both we drive off towards the venue they’re playing at for the night. Noah’s band has really picked up traction. He's put together a four member group of guys he’s found at other gigs, Nick is playing guitar and they have another guy Julius on drums and Mikey on Bass. They’re older and I don’t talk to them much. They’ve been asked to play in more bars and even some small venues. I can’t make all of them because of work but I try to go to as many as I can. It’s new territory for me. I’ve been to a lot of his shows over the summer but they're getting bigger and the crowd is rowdy. I have to stick to the back to not get overwhelmed but I’m happy to be there supporting Noah. 

The school year starts off strong. After a few weeks I’m managing my class work and work at the coffee shop pretty well. My AP classes are challenging but not impossible. Maggie from work is in my AP Econ class and it’s nice to have someone to study with. Sometimes Noah comes to surprise me at work. He'll order a drink and flirt with me the whole time I’m making it just to see how red he can make my face; those days he will wait until I’m off so he can drive me home. We’ll make out in the car until I have toI pry myself out before it gets too late. Noah and Kyle aren’t best friends by any means. They do their best to ignore each other in school and when Noah is picking me up or dropping me off but, that doesn’t stop him from making random comments here and there. 

“You came in pretty late last night, Noah hoping you flunk out completely and follow him around forever?” Kyle snips one morning as I’m making myself a bowl of cereal before catching the bus. “Since when is it your job to keep tabs on my comings and goings?” I say back to him “you don’t ever get any shit from me when you show up wasted on a school night. You know why?” I question. “Because I’m not mom or dad and neither are you, I can look out for myself just fine. But thanks for your concern” my voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Just be careful sis, he’s clearly more concerned with his own rockstar future than yours. Don’t throw your life away for some guy.” He finishes and I can almost hear genuine care in his voice. “You’ll end up just like mom.” With that I tense, my bowl of cereal placed down with more force than necessary, sending milk and Cheerios spilling over the side. “I am nothing like her.” I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. “And I never will be.” I exit the house without looking back at Kyle and slam the door, heading for the bus. 

Noah has a Thursday night show out of town and is all but begging me to go “I can’t Noah, I wish I could but I have an Econ test Friday and a science project due” I sigh, knowing I’m letting him down. “This show is huge baby. There’s going to be a lot of people there that could really help me.” He’s holding my hand’s against his chest and I can feel his rapid heartbeat. “Having you there would mean everything to me. I promise I’ll get you home right after the show, you’ll be in bed sleeping, fully rested for your test.” He says with the sweetest smile. “I need my Natalie with me” he kisses me and my defense melt “okayyy, okay, I’ll go,” I concede. 

“Yes!” He picks me up triumphantly and spins me around making us both laugh “thank you Natty” he squeezes me in a hug “ugh I love you so much” I return his hug and sigh like a love sick fool “I love you too”. 

Thursday night rolls around and while I have last period free, Noah and Nick skip their last class so they can meet Julius and Mikey to make sound check. The venue is a little over an hour away and we make it there by 4:30 just minutes before he needs to be on for sound check. The night goes on without a hitch; Noah and Nick meet a lot of people and seem to make a lot of connections but time is slipping away. Suddenly it’s 11:30pm and I cant find either of them anywhere. I’m searching the dark and smokey venue and can’t see Noah’s towering figure anywhere. Quickly becoming overwhelmed with all the drunken patrons bumping into me, I decide to go wait outside on the curb for them to finish up. I take out my phone and text Noah that I’m waiting outside so they can find me when they’re done. Finally they finish up and I notice it’s already 12:20am. The car unlocks and I take a deep breath as I climb in, exhausted from the night.

I’m used to being fast asleep on a school night by this hour, so I’m having a hard time staying awake as Noah excitedly recounts the night “Natty, that was amazing I can’t believe it, we played so well. I think that guy from Nashville is going to offer us some recording space! Isn’t that awesome?!” I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone muster the energy to respond. I let out a soft “mmhm” in reply. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll get you home soon. Just close your eyes and we’ll be there before you know it.” 

There’s a massive pileup on the way home and with the sounds of the sirens mixed with the lights shining I don’t sleep at all. When we finally make it back to my house it's nearly 3am. I just about fall out of the car before Noah is able to throw it in park. As I open my door, he goes to exit with me, exasperatedly I turn back and tell him, “Don’t worry about it. I’m going straight to bed.” If I had the energy I would have slammed the door. He exits anyway and races after me apologizing “I’m sorry Natty, I know I said it wouldn't be late.” I stop before opening the front door and look at him with exhausted eyes “I know you didnt mean too Noah. Look, I’m too tired for this.” I sigh. “I just want to go sleep for the few hours I have left before my alarm goes off.” I open the door and stand in the doorway “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I say to him, sleep the only thing on my mind. “Okay, love you Natty.” he responds and leans to press a kiss to the top of my head. “Mmhm, love you” I tell him, closing the door and locking it. I head upstairs and crash onto my bed, asleep instantly.

When I wake up the next morning I turn over in bed and look at my alarm clock. “OH FUCK!” I shriek. It’s 10am.

I missed my Econ exam.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Descriptions of the events of previous chapter, death, lying to cops, bloooood

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: A shortish chapter; I cannot forgive myself for my wildly inconsistent upload schedule. I'll take a break to try and go through some of the requests backed up in my inbox! (Y'all really like Pavitr 😂) But for some reason writing this story is just so eeeeaaasy asdfghjkl

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Chapter 3:

Knowhere

It had been three days since that weird, shitty night.

Three days since you had to explain to your boss and coworkers a watered down version as to why your face was busted and bruised.

Three days since you saw in the news that the man who tried to rape you was in fact dead, and whatever hit him left him in that alley for a homeless man to find the next morning.

Three days since you kept the secret about what really killed him, or the cops would arrest you for murder, or lock you up in a mental ward.

Three days since you came home after the assault, stared at that statue... and saw your mace and taser were laying at the feet of the stone idol.

You had left them on your dresser. You were absolutely sure of it.

You still couldn't wrap your head around it.

What had happened? Like... seriously?

There's no-fucking-way a literal god decided to pop down from wherever the fuck He lived to come and save your stupid little human ass because you offered up some half-assed prayer and left some shitty offering.

No way would a god care that much about a little nobody like you.

Unless...

Then again....

This "Khonshu" might not have many worshippers anymore. After all, when was the last time you saw a church dedicated to an Egyptian god instead of the "mainstream" religions with only "One True" god?

So, maybe your prayer...

Agh! It still didn't explain what happened to you! What happened to that guy!

You found out in the paper that the man had actually been convicted of rape in the past, was on parole for one of them, and was a suspect in four more committed since his parole. So it's not like he was some random citizen who was drunk or just decided to go out and commit a crime...

Society as a whole was better because of it. Some women got closure in the knowledge he wasn't out there hurting other women, anymore. That he couldn't hurt them anymore.

But you still remembered the sound the bones in his face made when they were crushed. You remembered the blood pouring out of his nose and ears. The gurgling noise he made...

The only blessing was since that night, your dreams had a shift.

You were no longer standing in a void, bleeding a macabre river from your body.

These new dreams, you were in a canyon, dusty, sand sweeping through every crack and crevice of the reddish stones; the rock walls on either side of you reaching high above you, well into the sky, stars twinkling above.

On the winds of the canyon, you could make out the incessant whispers of the man you'd heard so many times before. You would take off in a dead sprint down the canyon, your bare feet pounding the sands and the rocks below you as you tried to run to the source.

But no matter how long it felt like you ran, you realized you were running in an infinite loop.

You'd keep running until blood dripped down the rocks, until the sand below swallowed you up.

And that's when your eyes would open yet again.

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You decided, on your next day off, you'd visit Jezebel again, ask her just what the possible fuck was happening.

You hadn't slept the night before, dreading another restless sleep. You were better off awake and running off coffee.

You walked up to her store, checking to see if it was open. It was closed. But the hours said it was open seven days a week, and it was 12:30 in the afternoon...

That's when you heard it. A croaking noise. The sound immediately set off your "feeling".

You lifted your gaze to the small awning above the door, seeing the white head of a crow peering down at you.

You'd never seen a crow like it. Its feathers were a gorgeous creamy white, the eyes a reddish pink, like two tiny red berries.

You almost fell backwards and smacked your head on the pavement when it fluttered down and latched onto your backpack, tugging on the zippers and your keychains with its beak.

"Hey! You--" You sputtered, struggling to reach back and dislodge the bird before it could do any damage. You knew crows liked shiny things, but this was ridiculous!

"Get offa me, KFC!" You grunted. "You're gonna mess up my bag!"

"Zephyr! Gods above, you know your manners!" Jezebel's voice called out.

You looked to your right to see Jezebel standing there, a Starbucks paper coffee cup in her hand, and a plastic takeout container dangling in a semi-transparent plastic bag in the other.

She clicked her tongue and held out the arm with the leather bracer, and Zephyr immediately made a noise and flew over to Jezebel, landing on her arm and waddling up to sit on her shoulder.

"I am so sorry, dear!" She apologized, smiling sweetly. "Zephyr isn't normally like this! He's a sweet boy, I promise."

"He's--he's yours?!" You sputter.

"Yep! Rescued him as a chick. Being an albino he might not have lived long in the wild. He's been my faithful little familiar ever since." She said, cooing at the bird on her shoulder while she rubbed his beak.

"I assume you're here because you have questions?"

How does she do that?!

"Yes!" You say quickly, looking around, your eyes darting to and from, making sure there were no eavesdroppers.

"Come in, come in. I'll keep the store closed just for you so we can talk uninterrupted."

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Somehow, you found yourself telling her the whole story. Where you were expecting her kindly wiccan act to drop and be revealed she was just some person extorting a gimmick, she simply nodded, providing input that calmed you.

Somehow.

Zephyr sat on his perch, blinking at you as he occasionally pecked at his seed stick.

She seemed... confused when you told her how the man was killed.

It didn't seem to be what she expected.

At all.

"...You didn't see anybody else in the alley? Anyone at all?" She asked slowly, setting her coffee down.

"No! No, that's what I'm saying! He just--just..." You ran your hands through your hair.

"I don't know what happened! But it was just me and him there and the next thing he's--he's dead! And I know I left my mace and taser on my dresser! Not at that fucking altar!"

"Shhh, shhh..." Jezebel replied softly, soothing you again, easing your rising nerves.

"And ever since that night, I've had these--these dreams! Different than my usual ones!"

She tilted her head down a bit, brows furrowing.

"Usual ones? Describe them to me."

When you were done explaining (or trying to), Jezebel looked at the table in thought.

"Dear, I don't think those are dreams. Those sound like visions."

"Visions?" You laugh dryly, as if it was crazy.

"I've been having these dreams for years! It's just that now, they're different! Why after all this time, and why only after I prayed to that fucking statue!"

"I know... I know how it must sound. But explain these new "dreams"." She spoke softly.

"I'm... I'm in some kind of canyon. It's nighttime but I can see perfectly. I can just barley see the stars above me, and I hear a voice. It--it could just be the wind in the canyon, but I start chasing it, calling out to it. I keep running, and running, but I never go anywhere. Then... then there's more blood. Dripping down the rocks, and I start to sink. I start to sink and can't breathe, I start crying and my chest hurts, and..." You swallow thickly, as if you drank a cup of sand instead of water, your mouth incredibly dry.

"And then I wake up."

Jezebel stayed silent for what felt like an agonizingly slow eternity, when it was more than likely just a minute at most.

The silence had you ready to chew your fingernails off.

She finally looked into your eyes again.

"These do sound like visions."

You groan, exasperated.

"If these are visions--why am I having them? What do they mean?!" You ask her, frustrated at this hocus-pocus nonsense.

"I... cannot say, dear. They sound like something you must discover. Maybe... some research might help? Try looking for images online of that canyon you dream of, see what you can find. Maybe that will start to help out things into focus." She explained.

"How is Google supposed to help?" You ask skeptically.

Jezebel smiled despite your impertinence.

"You are looking at your visions like they are meaningless mirages dreamed up by your subconscious. That they might be a manifestation of your fears, of your frustrations, your loneliness. You simply need to put a focusing lens to your dreams. If you find a location somewhere that matches your dream, looking into that location may be the first lens of the microscope you need."

You rocked your head back, leaning back in your seat as you stared at her.

How... how had she known? How could she so accurately describe how you felt about your dreams? How you felt about your life in general?

More importantly, how the fuck did she know exactly what to say to relax you, and give you a good starting point?

"Now, you should run along, dear. I have a feeling you have a lot of research ahead of you."

When she guided you out of her store, Zephyr perched on her shoulder again, she smiled.

"And remember, dear... don't forget to pray to Khonshu for his continued protection. Perhaps it just might save you again in the future."

Before you could turn around, she was already back inside her shop.

You frowned at your shadow on the sidewalk.

This was... confusing.

But you needed to know.

You wanted to know if your dreams were visions pointing to something.

And your journey started at the library.

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Of course.

Naturally.

Of fucking course.

Of course the rock formations in your dreams were consistent with only one place consistent with what you described.

And that, brought you back to square one.

All you could do was sit there, staring at the open books and computer screen in front of you.

Were gods real?

And did you suddenly have the ear of one?

It seemed, that all roads led to Egypt.

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Chapter 4: Link

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[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 47

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana convinces Tommy to give Michael a shot working for him. Tommy invites a widowed horse trainer to Small Heath without letting Ana know. 

Warnings = Sexual Intent implied...Language...Grammar... Implied cheating? Maybe...Pregnancy...

Word Count = 2542 

Note - =It’s been a hot minutes hasn’t it... But I am back and writing although a bit rusty so yeah, am slowly getting back in but you all want these two adventures to continue so let’s do that... Let me know what you think! 

It has been four days since my parents were admitted to the hospital. I had spent my days between there and home. Tommy had me guarded 24 hours a day if I wasn’t with him – I had two Peaky Blinder boys beside me and not the rookies either but the most trusted.

I found the hospital visits draining, mentally and physically being five months pregnant didn’t help either. It was hard to watch my parents being in this condition. It wasn’t easy.

My mother was constantly being sedated. Every time she woke up, she was screaming so loud she would frighten the other patients in the hospital. And anyone that came close to her was attacked. They were slapped, punched or bitten. So it was decided for the safety of everyone, that she would be sedated. The hoped outcome would be that she healed mentally and physically at the same time. But that didn’t seem like a likely scenario the longer the days went by.

My father, he was terrified the moment he woke up. I was there to witness that. The second his eyes opened he tried to sit up but couldn’t due to the wounds in his stomach and chest. Pushing the tubes off his face the alarms on the machines would go crazy. I remember him looking around, hands clutched together as fists. He was ready to fight, even in his frail state.

I remembered rushing forward taking his hands into mine, telling him he was going to be okay. The look he gave me was one of sheer terror. It sent a chill down my spine. He tried to talk to me but he couldn’t, the damage to his tongue too great.

Today I left the hospital early in the afternoon. The nurses and doctors had decided to take my mother off sedation. I wasn’t so sure but I gave my permission for them to do so when I had left. I had already witnessed my father try and learn how to speak again this morning. It broke my heart watching him try, it was traumatic. It was something I didn’t want to see.

My baby kicked a lot today when I was in the hospital and I took that as a sign to spend some time with Tommy. Since the attack on my parents, we hadn’t spent much time together. I was at the hospital while he was on a manhunt. He was a one-man army trying to rid the world or at least England of all Italians. His ambition scared me. He had already made war with the Sabini gang in London. Something he almost lost his life because of. He had a baby to think about now. We both did. We couldn’t be making stupid decisions, not when it came to the Italian mafia.  

Walking to his office, I turned to his men telling them with my eyes I would be fine now but no. They wouldn’t leave until I was literally in Tommy’s care. I felt like a child sometimes but I knew it was for my safety. With a sigh I walked into the office, smiling softly at Lizzie as I passed her desk before allowing myself into his office.

He was sat hunched over his desk, eyes glued to a mountain of paperwork. For a brief second, he looked at me before back to his work, a stressed huff leaving his lips.

“I’m with Tommy now you can leave...” I smiled softly at my two bodyguards.

“Wait outside boys.” Tommy interrupted. He hadn’t looked up from his desk, just waved his men away with the swish of his hand.

I rolled my eyes at his actions, whispering an apology to his men as they walked out of his office. I closed the door behind them and walked over to Tommy’s desk taking the pen out of his hand.

“Hello love, how are you today? How’s our baby doing?” I growled slamming his pen down on his desk. I glared into his eyes as he let out a frustrated sigh at my actions.

“I’m busy Stace.” He sighed closing the file he was looking at and putting it away in his locked drawer. I noticed it had a big red private stamped on it. He was never so secretive with his paperwork before.

“What was that?”

“Nothing you have to worry about.” His emotionless eyes looked at me, looking almost bored.

“Yes of course not it’s Thomas Shelby against the world isn’t it?” I scoffed, standing tall. My bump popped out from under my dress.

I watched Tommy’s eyes glance down to my bump, a small smile pulling on his lips before he looked up and into my eyes. Leaning back on his office chair, he raised his eyebrows, a smug smirk on his face.

“You have my attention now what is it you want?” He asked linking his hands over his chest and opening his thumbs to emphasise his question.

“Good” I grinned walking around the desk, taking his tie into my hands. His hands came up to rest on my bump. The baby feeling their father’s hands on them gave an almighty kick. “Ow.” I inhaled, and Tommy laughed caressing the bump in his hands.

“That’s my boy.”

“You think it’s a boy?” I asked, leaning back against his desk. My hands left his tie to rest on top of his on my bump.

“You don’t?”

“I don’t know, maybe. It's 50/50” I bit my lip looking down at my ever-expanding stomach. “Maybe I should get Polly to read my tea leaves. She will know.”

“I thought you wanted a surprise” Tommy asked standing to his feet. His hands never left my stomach as he looked down at me.

“I do, no your right I do,” I speak looking up at him with a wide smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, glaring softly at him. He was looking down at me, his eyes staring deeply into mine but his face remain emotionless. He was a hard man to read at the best of times.

Instead of replying, Tommy leaned down capturing my lips in his. The kiss itself was hungry. Possessive almost. His tongue claimed my mouth within seconds, I moaned pushing myself against him as best I could with a five-month pregnant belly in the way.

“Tommy” I gasped against his lips. He pulled away keeping his hands on my stomach as his lips worked their way across my cheek, down my jaw towards my neck.

“Do you know how gorgeous you look with my child inside you?” He asked nipping along the column of my neck, his hands caressing our bump.

I couldn’t respond. My mind was screaming with enjoyment. I moaned softly as he pushed me harder against the edge of his desk. I had no choice but to slip on top of it. His hands left my bump to pull up the bottom of my dress, softly ghosting over my clothed core.

“So wet for me already baby girl.” Tommy grinned pulling at my earlobe between his teeth, my head fell back as he ran the tip of his nose along my neck. It felt completely sensual. He was doing so many things to me, I couldn’t think straight.

“Oh Tommy” I moaned softly resting my hands back on his desk and pushing my hips into his.

Tommy’s hand slipped behind my neck, holding me in place as he ran the tip of his nose up along my voice box, under my chin towards my lips. Pressing another passionate, wet kiss to my lips. His tongue claimed my mouth. His hand held my neck so I couldn’t escape him.

There was a sudden knock on the door and I immediately pushed Tommy away, pushing my dress down over my legs. Standing up I noticed the annoyed look on Tommy’s face as he readjusted himself in his trousers. Within moments, Michael came through the office, holding a peaked cap and newspaper in his hands, looking nervous.

“What can I do for you, Michael?” Tommy asked with a sigh. I smiled softly at the newest member of the Shelby clan as I took a seat on the guest side of Tommy’s office watching the interaction.

“I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” Michael asked looking between the two of us. I could tell Tommy was ready with a response so I quickly jumped in to save his cousin any more second-hand embarrassment.

“Of course not. We were just discussing the baby.” I side-eyed Tommy who smirked at my response. His head nodded slightly, blue hawk-like eyes looking back at Michael, sucking his plump bottom lips between his teeth – his mind elsewhere.

“What is it you need young Michael?” He asked standing behind his desk with his hands behind his back.  

“I heard you were looking for an accounts clerk Tommy. I’m good with numbers.”

“The position has been filled, Michael.” Tommy answered quickly.

“Not according to this morning’s paper” Michael answered back making me laugh softly. “I was the top of my class in mathematics in school and I did a night class on accountancy at Worchester College. Mum said you had six different accounts clerks in the past six months.”

I looked between the two, Tommy had turned his back before turning back around leaning against the filling cabinet, his hands still behind his back as he leaned against the metal.

“When respectable men see all the things you do. They leave. But I, I already know what you do.” Michael continued to speak, turning rather confident for a 17-year-old. Completely different from the boy that walked in only moments before. “Mum says you want to be 80% legal within 2 years.”

“Three” Tommy answered.

“I can help,” Michael replied. “I know both sides and you know you can trust me. I want to help you, Tommy. Become legal for your family.” He looked at me, glancing down at my bump.

I bit my lip looking over at Tommy, I liked what Michael had to say. I liked it a lot, I just hoped Tommy felt the same. I could see the cogs working in his head as he thought about what Michael had to say.

“Do the right thing.” Michael pushed. “I want to be proud of this family.” I couldn’t help but smile at that part. The family was everything to the Shelby’s anyone could see that, all you had to do was spend a bit of time with them and it became glaringly obvious.  

“Does Polly know you’re here Michael?” Tommy asked, taking his eyes off Michael and looking at me. I tilted my head to the side, slowly shaking it. We both already knew the answer to that.

“I’m 18 on Friday I go where I please,” Michael responded and I sighed softly, knowing Tommy wouldn’t involve him without Polly’s saying so.

“If he is solely involved in the legal side of business Tommy what’s the problem? It’s a job. Give him a chance.” I spoke up sitting on the edge of the seat. “He is family, he wants and needs this job. Give him a chance to prove himself.”

I watched as Tommy inhaled deeply, pushing himself off the filing cabinet and towards his desk once again. Looking down at the newspaper Michael had brought with him, the job circled in red ink – he thought about what was said. Lifting the phone sitting on the right-hand side of his desk, he dropped it in front of Michael.

“You call your mother, good luck,” Tommy stated walking around the edge of his desk and towards his drinks caddy.

I looked at Michael smiling softly before patting his arm. This was his chance.

*****

A few days later I was tidying up my home after breakfast when a loud knock on the door frightened me until I heard the voice of Esme on the other side. I opened the door immediately letting her inside with a smile until I saw her face.

“Esme, what is it?” I asked instantly panicked something had happened to Tommy.

“It’s Tommy, he is… he is showing that horse trainer around.” Esme wheezed trying to catch her breath. I was confused by her confession.

“Well, he is just being chivalrous I’m sure it means nothing. The man’s probably never been to a place like this before.” I brushed off her concerns. Most people avoided the streets of Small Heath if they could.

“It’s not a man Ana. It’s a young, rich widow from London and from what our John was saying. She wants Tommy.” Esme told me. Her eyes showed nothing but worry and concern for me.

Her words began to embed themselves in my head. Why would Tommy tell me it was a male horse trainer? Why would he lie? Why would he need to show them around a dump like Small Heath? Why did she get the courtesy no one else did?

“Where is he?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest at the thought of catching him with another woman. “Esme, where is he?” I repeated, putting my coat around my shoulders and grabbing my bag.

“I don’t know” Esme shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. “They left the betting shop and I instantly came here to tell you. I knew he wouldn’t be honest with you. Fucking men think they can treat us like objects and we wouldn’t care.”

I listen to her rant as I walked down the stairs, the two Peaky Blinder bodyguards waiting for me as soon as I left.

“Have either of you seen Tommy?”

“Yeah saw him enter The Garrison, ten, fifteen minutes ago.” Harry nodded lighting up a cigarette. “Are you not going to the hospital this morning miss?”

“Not yet” I shook my head, walking towards the Garrison.

I pushed open the door, Esme right behind me – a scowl on her face as the two figures came into view.

“Would you like to fuck me, Mrs Carleton?” Tommy asked just as I walked through the door and the hit of betrayal slapped me up the face. I remained silent as I stood by the door, waiting for her answer.

I wasn’t sure if they noticed we had entered the bar or not but I was hurt and angry. A tear fell down my cheek, Esme stood glaring, I could tell she was biting her tongue, giving the woman a chance to speak.

“No, I am here for the horse Mr Shelby nothing more.” The dark-haired, posh woman sipped on the drink Tommy had made her, grimacing at the taste.

“Good cause that’s my woman there…” Tommy pointed at me, his head finally looking in my direction. “And that’s my child in her stomach. So anything other than the horse is off the table.”

My eyes flicked between the woman and Tommy, my head tilting to the side like I was trying to work him out. Esme’s hand touched my shoulder for comfort as I tried to figure out whether that was the truth leaving Tommy’s mouth or just for the benefit of me standing there. Either way, I wasn’t happy.

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When You’re an Addams - j.t.k.

summary: you and Jake have a 4 year old who’s recently been obsessed with the 1991 film The Addams Family. with halloween approaching, it only makes sense for everyone to get in on the costume fun.

pairing: jake x f. reader

warnings: none! cute family/domestic shit bc i can’t control myself. also bonus uncle!josh content that will probably make you cry i’m ngl..

word count: 3.2k

[read part 2 of this fic HERE! - warning, part 2 is 18+, Minors DNI!]

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It was your favorite night of the year. October 31st. Hallow’s Eve. It was made even sweeter now that you had a four year old who was just starting to understand the wonder of Halloween. Her recent obsession, aside from butterflies and her strange connection to pirates (something she picked up from her father), was the 1991 film The Addams Family. Her obsession started a few months before when her uncle Josh had picked her up from school.

When Jake let himself through his brother’s front door to pick her up, he found the two of them snuggled up on his twin’s couch with a snack, your daughter fully enthralled with the movie. Ever since, she’d been obsessed with the film, asking you to put it on every afternoon when she came home and waltzing around pretending to be Wednesday Addams.

It was no surprise to you or Jake that when you asked her what she might want to dress up as for Halloween, her answer had been immediate.

Her costume had been mercifully easy to put together. Her hair was a beautiful brown, not quite as dark as Wednesday’s but thankfully long enough to put into two braids. You had taken her out on a mother-daughter date the weekend before Halloween and had found the perfect black dress with a white collar and some black tights. She was so excited that she couldn’t even wait until you’d gotten home to start tearing into the package of the tights and trying to pull them on over her leggings.

Your mother-daughter date hadn’t been solely for your four-year-old though. While you’d been out, the two of you had stopped by a few stores looking for the perfect dress for your costume.

After your daughter’s declaration of wanting to be Wednesday, it was obvious to you and Jake that you had to get in on the Addams Family themed costumes. Jake luckily already had a heather grey linen suit in his closet that he was planning to wear, but you wanted something a bit more dramatic.

“Mommy, what about this one!” your daughter shouted down the aisle yanking on a piece of silky black fabric hanging from a rack. You pulled the dress from between the mass of options and your mouth dropped open from the gem your daughter had discovered.

“It’s perfect, buggy!” you told her, kissing her on the top of her head as she ran her fingers over the fabric.

As you walked hand in hand towards the exit of the mall, you were drawn to the delicious smell of Annie’s Pretzels. You leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Let’s get a treat, but we can’t tell daddy.” A devilish grin spread across her face at her new secret.

The two of you walked back to the car, pretzels and shopping bags in hand, your daughter buzzing with excitement in her carseat.

She raced up the few steps through the interior door in the garage, throwing it open and kicking her shoes haphazardly in the direction of the shoe closet yelling “Daddy! Daddy!”

She found him in the kitchen, placing a few plates from the sink into the dishwasher. He quickly dried his hands and spun around to pick her up in a big bear hug.

“Did you have fun today, Buggy?” he asked as she squirmed in his arms.

She recounted your afternoon in rapid fire, telling him all about her ‘Wednesday dress’ and her new tights and how she had picked out mommy’s “perfect costume”–a comment that earned you a sultry eyebrow raise from your husband when he looked up at you leaning against the kitchen door frame–

“And then when we were about to leave, mommy said we should get pretzels but not to tell–” Your daughter cut herself off as she realized she’d spilled her secret in her excitement. Her eyes went wide as Jake gasped with mock hurt.

“You two got a pretzel and didn’t get me anything?” He asked her with a pout.

“Oh no, daddy! Mommy we have to go back and get daddy a pretzel too!”

You smiled as you held up the second half of your snack that you’d saved for him, knowing your daughter couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.

Jake strode over to you, taking it out of your hand and kissing you firmly. “I love you,” he said, smiling into the kiss.

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Your daughter couldn’t stop talking about how excited she was to dress up as her favorite character from her favorite movie. When Halloween finally arrived and you picked her up from school she was talking a mile a minute. She told you about how all of her friends were going trick-or-treating tonight too and how she had made a ghost out of a tissue and a rubber band. She held up the little ghost so you could see it in the rearview mirror and you laughed as she made it fly around the backseat.

When you finally arrived at home, she ran to her room to start putting on her costume. It was only three o’clock and you still needed to clean up the house and get dinner started, but you thought there wasn’t any harm in letting her run around in her dress and tights for the afternoon.

You’d been home for about an hour, your daughter coming in and out of the kitchen, twirling and dancing with her stuffed animals singing “They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky. They're altogether ooky, The Addams Family!”

You heard the garage door open and shut.

“Daddy’s home, wanna go help him bring his stuff in, buggy?” You asked your daughter. She immediately dropped her stuffed animal on the floor and threw open the door.

“My love!” Jake said, a guitar case grasped in each hand. He knelt to set one down in the small hallway so he could scoop her up with a free arm.

“Look at my costume!” she exclaimed from her perch on his hip.

“I almost didn’t recognize you buggy. You look just like her!” He hugged her close to his side and kissed her cheek. Your husband leaned over towards the guitar case he’d set on the floor, trying to balance his things and his daughter all at once. You heard him curse under his breath as he started to lose his balance.

“Jake, don’t you dare drop my child.” You said over your shoulder as you wiped down the dining table.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar,” he replied, his voice strained from the effort. “Let's put this stuff away bug, and then how about we do Wednesday’s braids?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cheered and clung tighter to Jake as he shuffled down the hallway towards his studio.

You couldn’t help but smile at your daughter’s enthusiasm. She and Jake truly were best friends.

Ten minutes later, your daughter came bounding into the kitchen followed shortly after by your husband. Her hair was divided into two cute little braids down the sides of her head and she was twirling in large circles trying to make the braids fly out with the movement.

Jake made his way over to you in three easy strides and you smiled when his hands found your waist and pulled you into a sweet kiss.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you grinned. “Those braids look good.”

Jake smiled and turned his head to the side, watching your daughter who was lost in her own world. “Why thank you, I am quite talented aren’t I?” A hint of his fake British accent found its way into his joke, his lips turning up at the corners. “Go get ready sugar, I’ll wrangle the bugster.”

You kissed him once more before heading down the hallway to your shared room.

You had only tried the dress on once before. The night you bought it, you kicked Jake out of your room (much to his dismay) and made sure that it fit. It had been against your better judgment to buy a dress without trying it on in the store first, but luckily, it fit just right.

Black satin, dark as onyx, the dress shone in the soft light of your bedroom as you turned left and right. The sleeves reached almost to your fingertips, flaring out dramatically towards the floor, reminding you of a bat’s wings. Your hands smoothed over the bodice, feeling the softness of the buttery fabric under your touch. You’d spent most of your time making your makeup dramatic for the occasion. You took the dress off the hanger and slipped it on. Since it was meant to be form-fitting, it was hard to get the near-invisible zipper up all the way by yourself. You struggled with it for a minute, jumping slightly (as if that helps at all). You managed to close it three quarters of the way before you gave up.

“Jake!” you called to your husband in a huff. You weren’t sure that he could even hear you from all the way across the house, but he needed to get his costume on soon anyway. Moving on from the stubborn zipper you leaned towards the mirror with your favorite red lipstick, applying the color just as Jake knocked lightly on the door.

“Babe it’s your room too, you can just come in,” you joked, the door slightly creaking as he pushed it open.

“I know, but I didn’t want to see you in all your glory until you were ready,” he said, closing the door. “Bug is finishing her mac and cheese I–” his voice trailed off as he took you in.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“What? You don’t like it?” You looked down at yourself. Maybe the cut was too low or he didn’t like the satin. He was quiet for a second and your eyes raised to look at his reflection in the mirror where he stood behind you, taking in the view of you from behind.

“No sugar, I love it.” His eyes were glued to your ass and the curve of your waist. The back of the dress was nearly nonexistent, showing off the entirety of your spine. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your cheeks heated as he tore his attention from your body to look you in the eyes through the reflection.

“Will you give me a hand?” your chin motioned towards your unzipped clasp behind you as your husband’s heated stayed on your reflection. He quickly crossed the room until his chest was pressed into your back and his hands gripped your hips.

“Always,” he said into your ear. You couldn’t help the shiver his words sent through you. He leaned back slightly to pull the zipper up the rest of the way. He took the advantage of his hands being so close to your ass to give it an affectionate smack before hugging you close to him again. “I can’t wait to take this off you later.” He took your earlobe between his teeth lightly to emphasize his point.

You couldn't get enough of these quiet moments with him. It didn’t happen often, both of your lives going at full speed as individuals and as parents, but you soaked up every moment you could with just him.

“I love you,” he murmured onto the skin of your shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of kisses across the top of your shoulder and the back of your neck. “I don’t tell you that enough.”

You laughed lightly, closing your eyes and leaning into his weight. “Yeah, you only tell me every day.”

“Nmhm,” his voice was muffled from his face being buried into your neck. “It’s still not enough.”

Your heart began beating harder in your chest. Even after years of marriage and the fact that the two of you were raising the child you created, he still gave you butterflies.

“Do you know what’s hot?” you asked, interlacing your fingers on top of his. His hands were warm and strong. You fiddled with the thin wedding band on his left ring finger before turning your face towards his and kissing him softly. “You, in that grey suit over there.” You nudged him toward your shared closet.

His eyes narrowed at your playful tone but he let go of your body, immediately beginning to unbutton his already half-open shirt.

You let him get ready in peace, snatching the small white box that sat on your bed and bringing it with you back into the kitchen. Finding your daughter shoving the last spoonful of mac and cheese into her mouth you asked, “Are you almost ready to go Miss Wednesday?” She nodded furiously as you picked up her bowl and set it in the sink.

It wasn’t long before Jake was sauntering into the kitchen, dressed in a dark linen suit. He’d put his hair up and trimmed his mustache a bit. You smiled when your gaze met his and he wiggled his eyebrows dramatically.

“What do you think, bug?” Jake asked your daughter who was now jumping up and down with excitement.

“Daddy, you look perfect!”

“Perfect, eh?” He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed it slowly, his eyes never leaving your own. You could see the heat in his gaze as he lowered your hand.

“I have a surprise for you,” you said, tightening your hand around his and leading him to the kitchen island. The white box was small and unassuming. Jake hadn’t even noticed it, though you had gone out of your way to hide it so he wouldn’t find it accidentally. “The finishing touch.”

You lifted the dark red bow tie out of the box which you’d bought the same day you and your daughter had gone shopping for your costumes. Jake smiled at you as you placed it around his neck, situating it under the collar of his shirt. Your husband couldn’t keep his hands off you as he stroked up and down your sides as you tied the bow tie.

Straightening the tie you asked, “Not too tight?”

“It’s perfect my love. Thank you.”

You leaned in for a quick kiss but when you made to pull away, Jake didn’t let you go. He deepened the kiss, licking your bottom lip as you tried to ignore the way your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Jake! My lipstick!” you laughed, detaching yourself from his grip.

“Mmm, I can’t contain my passion.” His voice dropped to a sultry lull, fully in character.

Your moment was interrupted by your daughter yelling from the living room, “Daddy! Uncle Josh is here!”

“Go meet him outside buggy, we’ll be out in a sec” he replied, still distracted by kissing you.

After kissing you firmly a final time, Jake grabbed your daughter’s halloween basket off the counter and headed outside, his hand still interlaced with yours.

“Uncle Josh!” your daughter yelled, running down the porch steps towards Josh’s jeep truck. You couldn’t contain your burst of laughter as your husband’s twin stepped out of the car wearing a black and white striped shirt paired with black shorts.

“You dressed up as Pugsley!” your daughter giggled, jumping into his arms.

“Oh course I did! I couldn’t let you have all the fun alone!” Josh squeezed her tight and spun around.

You were grateful that you lived in a neighborhood that had lots of kids. It was a safe area and your daughter had lots of friends from school that lived down the street. That made her even more excited for Halloween.

It was only 5:30, but the neighborhood was buzzing with families starting to come out for trick or treating. As the four of you walked down the street, your daughter spotted one of her friends and she and Josh went over to catch up with them.

That’s how most of the night went, Josh and your child running from house to house, getting as much candy as they could until her basket was almost overflowing. And then there was you and Jake, watching her joy and excitement and enjoying the crisp October air.

By the last house, the sun had sunk behind the horizon and the streetlights sent a cozy glow across the street. Josh carried your daughter on his back like a backpack and spun in circles as he walked, making her squeal with laughter.

“Stop it Uncle Josh! I’m so dizzy!” she managed to say through a fit of giggles. He laughed along with her and pretended to stumble along the sidewalk.

When you made it back to your front door, Jake's arm was wrapped around your shoulders and yours around his waist, holding him close to you. He only let you go when you reached the front door to find his keys.

“Hey bug,” Josh said over his shoulder to the child clinging to him. “What do you say to a movie-night-candy-eating-sleepover-extravaganza at Uncle Josh’s house?”

Her face immediately lit up and she couldn’t contain her shakes of excitement.

“Can I daddy? Pleaseeee?” she pleaded in her best pouty voice that she knew would make Jake melt.

Jake looked over at you, grinning slightly.

“I don’t know bug, do you promise not to stay up too late and to save some of your candy for later?” he asked in a half-serious voice.

“I promise, I promiseeeee!!” she answered so quickly that she barely heard his question. You and Jake chuckled to each other under your breath as he looked at you, pretending to have a serious silent debate between your gazes.

“I guess so, but you’ll have to grab your overnight bag from your bed,” he answered with a dramatic sigh and smiled when she immediately jumped from her uncle’s back and barreled past Jake into the house.

“Seriously, don’t let her eat all her candy,” Jake said to his twin who was sporting the biggest grin you’d ever seen.

“Don’t worry,” Josh answered, “I’ll make sure she eats everything but the Reece’s. I know those are your favorite.”

Jake laughed. “Fine.”

Your daughter came flying back out of the house, her backpack now strapped across her back. She had jumped down two steps of the porch before you said, “No good night kiss?”

She gasped and stopped in her tracks, remembering that she was going to be gone for the whole night. Turning around she jumped into Jake’s arms in a big hug. He kissed her cheek before telling her, “Have fun, but don’t let Uncle Josh have too much fun. I love you.”

She giggled and immediately jumped into your arms next. Her small arms wrapped around your neck in a tight hug.

“Goodnight mommy, see you tomorrow,” she said as she pulled away and gave you a smacking kiss on the cheek before running back to Josh, ready for their adventure.

You laughed as you stood up. Josh had a carseat already installed in his Jeep since he picked her up from school so often and after she was all situated, you and Jake waved to them from the porch.

Once they had turned the corner off your street Jake’s hands were back on your body, his lips slowly and lovingly exploring your neck.

“Mmm a whole night to ourselves,” you murmured, rocking back into him. His grip tightened on you as he hummed his approval. “Whatever will we do with ourselves?” You couldn’t contain your grin as he hummed again.

“I can think of many, many things,” he said into your skin before taking your hand and leading you into the house.

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This is the end of Part 1 for this fic!

If you’d like to read PART 2 which is a Jake!smut and 18+!! You can find it HERE!

I’m sorry dad!jake is so FAR UP MY ASS RN but I’ve just been feeling so fertile recently what can I say… also I love Halloween and the Addams family so this worked out perfectly.

Happy Halloween whores thx for reading our fics. We luv u hehe.

As always Love and Light and we’ll be seeing you soooooon

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Not to be an insatiable lunatic but pls pls please continue Roach’s Sweet Boys im gonna pass out from reading it its so good fuck

Roach's Sweet Boys (3)

Warnings: As usual, dub-con

"You know, you would probably enjoy yourself more if you weren't so grumpy all the time."

Ghost tensed, pulling his shoulders back and tilting his head to the side just enough that he could spot Sanderson standing in the doorway behind him. "I came out here to be alone," he spoke carefully. He'd learned fairly quickly over the past few weeks that Sanderson, despite being a lunatic, tended to respect his quiet nature and desire to stay the fuck away from him. All that he had to do was voice it and the man would take a step back.

"Liar," Sanderson gave him a small grin before shuffling forward and plopping down next to him on the steps. Ghost took note of the fact that the man had placed himself right next to him, close enough that he could press their legs together. A small touch, and one that Ghost allowed. It was better than if the man had decided to seat himself in his lap again. "You came out here to watch the guards."

"And what kind of entertainment do you think I get out of that?" He slowly let himself react, trying not to sit so tensely. He didn't need Sanderson to know how big of an effect he had on him.

"None," Sanderson shot him a crooked grin, "You're trying to memorize their shifts, trying to figure out when the best opportunity to try to get past them would be." Ghost didn't say anything, but that was as good as confirmation for the man sitting next to him. As usual, Sanderson didn't discourage him from trying to escape or punish him, he only gave playful smile before turning his attention back to the guards. "They switch shifts at eight and two in both the mornings and afternoons."

"Why are you so calm about this," Ghost had to ask. The question had been eating at him for the past few weeks. He'd already tried to make his escape four different times. Each time was a failure, with the closest that he got being outside of the first line of guards and the fence of the property. He'd been disgruntled to find that their "home" was seemingly in the middle of nowhere with even more guards crawling the woods and the extra areas around the property.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Most terrorists who kidnap people," Ghost started lowly, "Would hurt them if they made so many escape attempts. Break their legs or their arms. They wouldn't be so calm." He paused for a moment, "Most terrorists would kill someone who tried to kill them."

Sanderson tilted his head at him innocently, "Would you like me to break your leg?" He shook his head carefully, "That doesn't really seem like something that would make you like me and," he smiled at him again, "it's only natural for you to try to escape."

Ghost looked away from him again, shaking his head and scoffing, "You've got to be the weirdest fucking terrorist I've ever dealt with."

"I'll take that as a compliment," the other man spread out on the steps, leaning back on his hands before adding, "Though, I don't really consider myself to be a terrorist if that helps."

"You head a militant party that has been universally recognized in the UN as terroristic in nature," Ghost responded dryly. He went to continue only for Sanderson to cut him off, his voice sharper than Ghost had ever heard it.

"Because of General Shepherd." Ghost looked over at him, noting that, though his face was still fixed into a soft sort of amusement, there was a twinge of something harsher there. "I have a question," he started carefully, "I've never worked up the courage to ask Volodya or Gaz, talking with them about your team never seemed like the right way to go about things."

"I'm listening." Ghost paused before adding as an afterthought, "I'm not going to divulge any team secrets, by the way."

Sanderson snorted at his words and his bit of laughter almost pulled a smile to Ghost's lips before he remembered himself. "I wouldn't ask that. I'm just curious about what your team was told about my past." He glanced over at Ghost with a raised eyebrow, "I'm sure you were given my file or some sort of rundown."

Ghost watched the man for several moments, holding eye contact with him as he thought. It was an odd question and he couldn't help but wonder what Sanderson's game was. What was he trying to play at here?

Finally, after several moments, he looked away. His eyes traced the large open backyard in front of him, watching the guards that milled around to give himself something to focus on. "You were a marine," he started slowly, "a good one. Dedicated, loyal, and did your job well. At least on the surface." He could hear Sanderson shift next to him and he continued, "Then you went on a mission with Shadow Company, they came back without you and you were presumed dead. When you came back, somehow having survived a gunshot wound to the chest, an investigation was launched." He glanced at the man out of the corner of his eyes, noting the way that the other's hands were balled up tightly against the steps. "They found that you'd killed some civilians on the mission, presumably for information. You were dishonorably discharged but somehow managed to convince several men to abandon their posts and leave with you." He gave a roll of his neck, "Your group formed the ultranationalist party and, when you got big enough, you killed off several of the other men who'd started the party with you and seized power. Not long after that and you turned the party into what it is now. A terrorist organization."

Things were quiet for several moments, Ghost's words ringing through the air around them. Sanderson didn't show anything on his face, keeping himself fixed into a neutral expression as he stared ahead. It was only several moments later that Sanderson quietly asked, "Would you like to hear my version of events?"

Ghost was taken aback for several moments. He'd expected Sanderson to immediately launch into calling the story lies, to tell Ghost that nothing that what he'd just said was true, to tell him that he was the real victim in everything. Instead, he'd offered to let him hear his version. Not the truth, his version. He wasn't forcing Ghost to listen, he was asking him if he'd like to. He was giving him an option. "Do you think I'll believe it?" He asked finally.

Another small smile tugged at Sanderson's lips and he shot him a grin, "Maybe not, but I think you'll listen. You're a smart man, Ghost, maybe you'll find that fine line in the middle."

"Alright," Ghost spoke quietly, something in his chest tugging oddly at the fact that Sanderson had called him Ghost. Not sweet boy. Not kitty. Not any of the various nicknames he'd assigned him over the week. It told him clearly that the other man was, at least somewhat, serious about the subject. "Alright."

Sanderson turned his attention back out to the yard and he stayed quiet for several moments before finally starting, "I was a marine. A loyal one. Too loyal. I would have done anything that they told me to without question, I did do whatever they told me to. When I was sent on that mission with Shadow Company, I did some shitty things. Some really shitty things, but I did them because I was told to. I did them because I thought there was a reason. I didn't realize until their commander shot me point blank in the chest that there was no reason." Ghost tensed suddenly. Roach was claiming that Graves, Philip Graves, the man he'd worked with for years now, was the one who'd shot him. "I was left for dead but some people in the town brought me inside and helped me out. I should have died there, but I didn't and a week later I was stumbling into the local embassy for help." Sanderson folded his hands together over his chest, leaning back fully to stare up at the sky thoughtfully. "I tried to talk about what happened, tried to tell people it was friendly fire. No one listened so I kept getting louder and louder. When you get too loud, they serve you with discharge papers and a false accusation of killing non-combatants. I had friends, seven of them, and they believed me. They had a bad feeling about Shadow Company, about Shepherd, so when I left, they followed."

He stayed quiet for another several moments and Ghost stayed patient, his mind running wild with what he was being told. It hadn't been anywhere in any of the files that Sanderson had tried to accuse Shadow Company. If it was a false accusation, why would they have left it out? "We formed the Ultranationalist party to try to find a peaceful solution. We were all fed up, you know? Bad people were in charge, bad shit was happening back home, and we couldn't even trust our own people across seas. I guess people liked what we were saying and, before we knew it, we were getting followers and more support than we knew what to do with. All eight of us were working together, just doing our jobs. But we were getting too loud again." To Ghost's surprise, he watched the other man pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and tug his dress pants down just enough that he could see a spidery scar on his hip.

The wound clearly hadn't gotten the attention that it needed soon enough and it looked as though it had spread out in long tendrils, tracing up his stomach to just below his belly button. The scar itself was a gruesome thing, another part likely from the lack of immediate care. "Eight men, so they hired eight men to kill us. Six of them managed to do their jobs. Jackson took a shotgun shell to the leg before he managed to pull his own weapon and kill the guy. Doctors said if it hadn't been for adrenaline kicking in, he likely would have passed out from the pain immediately and been a goner. He lost his leg from how bad the bullet tore up the skin and bone. I managed to notice my guy before he could even get a shot in. I didn't have a gun on me at the time, didn't think I needed to carry one anymore, so I had to get up and close to try and take his. Lucky bastard managed to get a shot off before I could fully get the weapon away. I would have died in a random back alley from blood loss if it hadn't been for a couple of kids whose ball rolled back there."

He pulled his pants back up fully and let his shirt fall to cover back up the spidery scars along his hip before he continued, "They got six of us. Six of my friends died. That changes you, you know? Changes how you see things. Changes how you do things. Jackson and I decided we couldn't play nice anymore. If you get too loud, they try to kill you. Might as well be loud and try to kill them first." He turned his attention to Ghost fully then, watching him closely, "I know I do shitty things. I know that we hurt people. I know that I'm not a good person." He tilted his head at the man, "Why is it wrong when I do it but not when they do it? Why can they kill their own and destroy other countries without being called terrorists?" He pushed himself to stand from the steps then, giving a stretch up before adding, "Maybe I am a terrorist. But I think, if I am, then they have to be too." He gave Ghost a soft smile, "Maybe we're both terrorists."

Ghost was quiet for the rest of the day. Quiet and contemplative, so much so that the others had noticed. Soap was shooting him concerned glances every few minutes and he'd seen the man whispering with Gaz and Makarov while glancing at him. He wasn't complaining, he wasn't trying to come up with another escape plan, and he wasn't trying to convince Gaz and Makarov that Sanderson was a shit person. He was just quiet.

He couldn't help it. His earlier conversation with the man had left his mind reeling. He'd never seen Sanderson like that before and, for several moments, he was sure that he'd seen a part of Sanderson that neither Gaz or Makarov or Soap had seen before. It was like the man had cracked open his chest and let Ghost take a peek inside to see what made him tick.

He tried to convince himself that it was a tactic. That it was just another way that the man was trying to draw him over to his side. He couldn't though. There was something about the conversation, something about the way that Sanderson, no...Roach, something about the way that Roach had spoken that he just couldn't believe was fake. Roach had offered him a piece of his mind and Ghost had taken it.

The more that he considered Roach's words and the more that he began to believe what he'd said. Parts of his story made sense, parts of his story put certain things that Shadow Company and Shepherd did into context for him.

His mind had been drawn back, particularly, to a conversation he remembered overhearing between Shepherd and Graves at one point. They'd been preparing to go after Roach, they'd stupidly believed that they had a fix on where he was. That was the mission where Makarov was taken.

Before they'd left, Shepherd had pulled Graves to the side and, as Ghost had walked by them to join up with his team, he'd caught on to part of their conversation. "Sanderson has to die, he's too dangerous. Clean up your mess."

He'd assumed at the time that Shepherd had been referring to the fact that they'd worked with Roach at one point but, looking back with Roach's story playing in his mind, he came to a different conclusion.

It was odd to suddenly have his perspective of a man shifted so violently. Oddly enough, it made him trust Roach's promise of having no intentions to kill them. It made it easier for him to relax on the couch of the nice living room. He still wanted to escape, he still would escape. Roach was still a terrorist, after all. He would still escape, of course he would, but he thought it might also be okay to let himself calm down a bit. To let the tension that had rested inside of him finally relax. To let himself relax.

"What are you making?"

Soap nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart racing in his chest with the sudden appearance of Sanderson by his side. The other man didn't seem to notice the way that he jumped, simply leaning over his shoulder to look down at the bowl he'd been stirring with bright curious eyes. After a few moments, Soap's heart rate began to go down, though he knew that with the other man in the room, it wouldn't settle.

"Um," he cleared his throat nervously, "Cupcakes. I've already got a batch in the oven that's about to come out." He shrugged lamely. He didn't have a particular reason for finding himself in the kitchen of all places, it was just where he'd ended up.

Ghost had been acting odd for the past several days. Since they'd arrived, Ghost had done nothing but try to escape and try to convince Gaz and Makarov that Sanderson was a shit person. Then, suddenly, it was like he'd stopped. Now, rather than trying to escape or talk to Gaz and Makarov, he'd turned to sitting quietly, almost in a contemplative state. Soap was worried for him but, more than anything, the man's sudden change had freaked him out.

He knew he'd turned a bit complacent within days of being taken. It was hard not to. With escape being almost if not actually impossible and there being so many tempting little things to mess about with around, Soap had relaxed. Sanderson hadn't killed them and, until they could figure out a surefire way to escape, he didn't see a point in trying over and over. But Ghost had kept trying.

That had been something of a safety blanket for him. He knew he wouldn't fall for Sanderson's charm if Ghost didn't either. It wasn't fair to Ghost, but it was what it was. But now, suddenly, it was like the tables had turned. He felt oddly like he had to be the strong one. Like he had to be the one resisting what Sanderson was so unbelievably good at offering.

He would be a liar if he said that he hadn't begun to find the other man's touches tempting. Sanderson was just so sweet and, really, when was the last time that someone had given him such affectionate little scratches?? He was a weak man and it seemed all it would take to break him was a few well-placed sweet touches. So now, when he found himself needing to resist for both himself and Ghost? He was stressed. And stressed, for him, meant stress baking.

Next to him, Sanderson rocked back and forth on his feet for several moments before quietly asking, "Can I lick the bowl when you're done?"

Soap stared at him for a moment, just blinking with shock running through him. No way the fucking terrorist had just asked him if he could lick the bowl when he was done? After several moments of his silence, Sanderson turned to him with pleading eyes, giving him a small pout as well. He could feel himself go red at the sight but forced himself to look away. He cleared his throat, "Once I get this last batch poured, feel free to it."

He expected Sanderson to step back then and wait in the connected dining room or at the kitchen island. Instead, the other man stuck by his side, silently watching over his shoulder at everything he did. It was a bit odd to have someone watching his movements so closely, but within several minutes he found that he didn't mind it. He could almost pretend that Sanderson wasn't there or that it was one of his curious nieces or nephews watching him cook rather than a flirtatious terrorist.

Sanderson didn't move until after he'd poured the cupcake batter into the small tins in one of the larger cupcake pans. Once he'd finished fully, scraping the sides to get as much of the batter as he could, he turned to hand the empty bowl and spoon to the man behind him.

He watched the other man excitedly take the bowl and turn away from him. For a moment he was sure that the man was going to leave, but that thought disappeared when Sanderson boosted himself up to sit on one of the kitchen counters. The other man caught his eye, batting his lashes at him innocently before bringing the spoon he'd been handed up to his lips. Soap watched the other man lick a long stripe across the spoon, gathering the batter there with his tongue all while staring him down.

He was, luckily, saved from his frozen staring by the sound of the timer he'd set going off behind him. He cleared his throat and quickly turned, trying to ignore the amused look that the other man sent him and how frazzled he currently felt. Things were quiet for several moments as he removed the cupcakes he had in the oven and put another batch in.

He started gathering the materials for the icing, moving carefully around the kitchen and purposefully ignoring Sanderson any time he moved past. The only time he couldn't ignore him was when he had to get into the cabinet beneath where he sat. When he'd told the other man, expecting him to move, Sanderson had only spread his legs, giving him a mischievous grin as he continued licking the batter from the bowl and spoon. Soap had tried not to be affected when he'd knelt down between the man's legs to get into the cabinet, but he'd been able to feel Sanderson's gaze on him the entire time.

No words were spoken until Soap was stirring in the color to several different batches of frosting that he'd made. "Do you bake often?"

Soap tried not the jump as he heard the other man hop down from the counter and casually walk toward the sink. He could hear the water running and the bowl that the man had clanking around the sink. He was surprised by the idea that the other man would be so willingly cleaning up after himself.

"Not often," he shifted nervously, "I cook a lot, but I rarely bake." He tried to keep his words simple and short.

"Learn from family?"

Soap tensed for a moment before responding with a nervous, "My mother taught me."

Sanderson gave a hum, "Mine taught me too." Soap froze for only a moment before beginning to stir the frosting again. It was odd to hear the man divulge something about his family to him. They were meant to be enemies. "She used to let me hang over her shoulder and watch everything that she did. I was her taste tester." There was fondness seeping into his voice and, something about his words made Soap want to share as well. He bit his tongue to stop himself. "I remember the first time she let me actually help her," he gave a short chuckle, "I burnt my finger so bad I had a blister for a week afterward. I tried to learn but we figured that I'm probably better as a taste tester. I'd still like to learn though." Soap tensed suddenly as arms wrapped around his middle and a face nuzzled into his neck, "Maybe you can teach me, hmm?"

"Maybe," Soap squeaked out. His body was going hot, but he tried to focus on the frosting rather than the feeling of the other man's hands skating over his chest. Sanderson's hands dipped down to brush teasingly at the top of his belt before moving back up like he hadn't done anything.

"Do you consider yourself a good cook?" Sanderson asked, still giving him those sweet touches all over.

"I do," Soap answered. His voice shook, betraying his nerves, and as he continued to speak his words grew faster, "My mam says that I am at least."

"Well," Sanderson spoke into his shoulder. His hands stopped moving and, it almost seemed now like he was just cuddling up to him while standing. Like he was going to fall asleep against his back. "I'm sure she's right. Which is good. I've always wanted a partner who can cook," his words were teasing. Soap didn't respond, he wouldn't have known what to say even if he did. His hands started stroking up and down Soap's chest again and he found it harder to ignore this time.

Maybe it was the sheer domesticity of their conversation, maybe it was the touches, maybe Soap was just weaker than he thought he was. Either way, he quickly found himself relaxing into the other man's touch, letting himself be lulled in by him. "Hmm," Sanderson gave a low hum against him, "You seem to like it here. I've noticed how much you've been enjoying everything and how much you and I are getting along. So I have an offer for you."

"An offer?" Soap asked, his mind was feeling a bit foggy and he slowly stopped stirring until he could focus on nothing but the man pressed up behind him.

"Stay with me," Sanderson placed a slow kiss on his neck and followed it up by trailing those kisses up and around, "Stay here with Gaz and Makarov and me. No more fighting, just this. I can make you happy, I can keep you and Ghost happy. All you have to do is let me. All you have to do is stop fighting." He moved around Soap's side, staying pressed up against him as he took the other man's face in hand and pulled him closer, just hovering their lips over one another, "All you have to do is give in."

There was a moment, a pause. Soap knew he needed to pull away, he knew he needed to pull back. The man in front of him was so tempting. So unbelievably tempting. The other man was like a siren, luring him to his inevitable demise. He was meant to be strong enough for himself and Ghost but, as he instinctively swerved down to capture Roach's mouth against his, as passion took over his mind, as he pinned the other man against the counter to feel him closer, he knew that he wasn't.

Soap 🤝 Makarov

Giving in to Roach super quickly with little effort from Roach

#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x roach #ghostroach #ghost x roach #soaproach #soapghost #ghostroachsoap #soaproachghost #ultranationalist roach

[chrisbitchtree]

A continuation of this ficlet from yesterday about Billy jerking off with Steve’s panties, for @stevewhoreington, who asked for more!

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“Im sorry,” Billy said softly, still panting as he tried to catch his breath. “I just couldn’t help myself. It just felt so soft.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve replied, chuckling. “I understand. They are really soft. Did it need to be my $20 panties though? You can buy pairs that are almost just as soft at Walmart.”

“It’s not just that,” Billy mumbled, his cheeks turning red. “Liked thinking of the fact that you were wearing them before I did that. Didn’t even wash them first.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Steve said. “I think I can do something for you. Get dressed. We’re leaving for Walmart in 5.”

Steve had never seen Billy get ready for anything faster.

They took their time at the store, picking out several pairs of cheap, faux silk panties, both of them trying to hide the way they were chubbing up, just thinking about what they were going to do with them.

As soon as they got home, Steve slipped into one of their purchases, a lacy jade green pair, making sure that he was in Billy’s line of sight as he bent over while doing household chores.

Billy managed to last two hours before he was pulling Steve into his bedroom as he stripped out of his own jeans and briefs.

He pinned Steve up against the wall, leaning in close. “Can I kiss you?”

Steve almost giggled, thinking of how silly the question was after what they’d done that afternoon, but it was still nice of Billy to ask. “Yeah, yeah, you can kiss me. Please…” He was cut off by Billy’s lips pressing against his own.

Steve couldn’t believe they’d never kissed before. Wow, Billy was talented with his mouth. Steve was hard as a rock just from this, his dick straining against the panties, and he could feel Billy’s answering hardness pressing against his thigh, smearing precum on Steve’s leg.

Steve moved his hands down, starting to peel his panties off, ready to hand them to Billy, when the blond stopped him. “I want you to keep them on. Wanna rut up against you.”

“Ok, yeah, sure,” Steve replied, feeling lightheaded with just the idea of it. “How do you want me?”

“On all fours,” Billy replied, already stroking himself, looking at Steve with half lidded eyes.

Steve obeyed his command quickly, arranging himself on the bed, his ass in the air.

“Yeah, pretty boy,” Billy groaned, leaning down to kiss the dimples at the bottom of Steve’s spine before pressing up behind him. “Just like that. Just like I pictured it.”

He started with a slow grind at first, rutting up against Steve’s silky panties as he kissed the back of his neck and pinched his nipples. “Fuuuuuuck, baby, feels so good,” Steve cried out as Billy bit the juncture where his neck met his shoulder.

“Yeah, you like that?” Billy asked as he sucked at the mark before laving it with his tongue.

Steve nodded, whimpering.

Billy slid his fingers under the waistband of Steve’s panties, stroking his dick in time with his thrusts. Steve could feel the back of his panties becoming soaked from Billy’s pre.

Keeping time became more difficult as Billy’s thrusts became more erratic. It got to the point where he was just humping wildly against Steve’s ass like a dog, unable to contain himself.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Steve cooed. “Hump me like a little bitch. Come all over my new panties. Don’t make me beg.” He’d taken over stroking himself, trying to cum at the same time as Billy.

“Won’t make you beg,” Billy rasped out, sliding his dick all over the silk, then stilling as he came with a cry, painting Steve’s ass white.

Steve had turned his head, catching the perfect O shape Billy’s mouth made as his pleasure peaked. That set Steve off and he shot all over his fist and the sheets. He collapsed on the bed and Billy splayed himself out over his back, playing with Steve’s hair as they came down from their shared high.

“Shit,” Billy said, chuckling softly. “You’re not going to be able to walk around without pants from now on if you don’t want that happening all the time.”

“Who said I don’t?” Steve replied, winking.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Harrington,” Billy said, half laughing, half groaning. “And there’s no way I’d rather go.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #lemon #chrisbitchtree writes #stevewhoreington

[dazed-poltergeist]

A Tree of Fellowship and Love

Pairing: (LOTR) Aragorn x reader x Arwen

Summary: You collectively decide with the fellowship to go on a picnic! No more rings or fighting evil, just a picnic under a big tree with plenty of food to share. Also, you may or may not fall asleep under the said tree at night and get smothered with affection with a certain pair of fantastic people.

Warnings: None in particular

Add. Notes: I simply could not figure out where it would be an appropriate place to have a picnic, considering all the places the characters came from/went to, so I went with Hobbiton. At this point I'm both accepting and denying everything that happened in the story; Aragorn and Arwen walk around as if they aren't rulers of Gondor, Boromir isn't dead, and Frodo, Legolas and Gimli haven't gone to the undying lands, and yet everything in LOTR has already happened.

Masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

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{ Hello there! I decided to change this blog to the kind that posts about... anything, really. Since I "converted" into an all-fics-n-shits-blog, I changed the aesthetic aswell. To spice (not exactly) these messages up a lil bit, I'll start adding little things about myself; for example, I'm a cat person! }

- Eero, Jan 2023

It was a relatively uneventful day in Hobbiton, and Sam was describing to you the qualities of the plants he was currently tending to. It was bound to be simple and uneventful if you lived in a place like Hobbiton, but you weren't interested in books and gardening. You wanted to spend time with people, and certainly not like this.

You brainstormed along with Merry and Pippin about things you could possibly do with friends in a place like Hobbiton. You already told them at the start of the brainstorming session that stealing vegetables from a dismayed farmer is out of the question. Merry remembered a big meadow with a large tree - which conveniently happened to be near the village - and suggested that something could be done there. A picnic was the best thing that came to your mind, and the two hobbits loved the said idea.

After a quick trip to the rest of the fellowship's homes it was decided; tomorrow you would have a picnic under a large tree that you are yet to see. You asked Merry to take you to the meadow he had mentioned, and so he did. When the two of you made it there, you were surprised that you had never even noticed it; it looked like the kind you'd see in dreams. There was lots of tall grass and colorful flowers of many kinds, and in the middle of it all, there was a large, green tree that every child would wish to climb on top of. It was the perfect place to have a picnic with old friends.

The next morning you began to prepare food for the picnic you had arranged with the fellowship. Aragorn, Arwen and Legolas got the task of creating sandwiches, Boromir and Gimli had to make drinks, and the hobbits, along with you, were tasked to make desserts. You got plenty of help from the hobbits, for they had a lot of cooking experience thanks to the meal schedule average hobbits had. They decided to cook some blackberry pancakes and bake milk bread.

After a bunch of flour and dough spills, you had finished the bread and pancakes, and packed them up into a basket along with a few plates and a jar of berry jam. The four hobbits went ahead of you to pick some extra blackberries for the pancakes while you were taking your time with getting to the picnic spot. You had only now realized that it's the afternoon.

As you were waiting for everyone else with the hobbits, Peregrin told you about the ents that caused the almost literal downfall of Isengard. He said that although he was high off his pants after that and probably in the middle of it too, he still remembered how uncomfortable it was to sit on Treebeard's shoulder. Meriadoc recalled how Pippin was concerned about not being able to have any children.

While the two aforementioned hobbits bickered about what really happened, you noticed the faces of your dear friends making their way through the meadow. You pointed it out to the hobbits, and the five of you began waving at them in an exaggerated yet adorable way. Legolas was already jogging in your general direction alongside Gimli, while Boromir was carrying a basket with drinks he had made with the said dwarf. Arwen and Aragorn were delighted to see you waving at them like that, and began waving back as the pair walked to the tree.

Boromir realized that nobody had brought any blankets to sit on, so he proposed to go back himself to bring one. But he didn't need to; Gandalf was already coming to the picnic tree with a large, rolled-up blanket under his arm. Now the entire fellowship was together.

You all put the baskets and personal items in each corner of the blanket so it wouldn't fly away with the wind, although there wasn't much wind to speak of. Aragorn took some small plates out of his basket with a few sandwiches, and Boromir pulled out a bottle of apple cider from his own basket. Aragorn finished giving out the little plates as Arwen handed the rest of the sandwiches to everyone.

Boromir was telling Sam about the cider-making process as everyone ate and listened. Every now and then someone would chirp in, until something Sam said reminded Gimli of the stories his father, Gloin, would tell him. Eventually the dwarf retold the story of Thorin's company's travels to Erebor. Frodo felt very proud of Bilbo for traveling with dwarves all the way to the Lonely Mountain, although he himself had accomplished a major feat aswell.

As the hours went by and the sky began getting darker, the members of the fellowship would tell stories from their own lives and from others. Most of the group was becoming tired of the day, and it was becoming evident; lots of yawning and words turning continuously quieter and quieter could be heard.

You only now realized that Aragorn and Arwen had moved next to you, and the latter motioned you to relax and let her hold you. You listened to her without a second thought, and now you were sitting in Arwen's lap as her arms were wrapped around you. Aragorn moved closer to Arwen and put his head on her shoulder.

It seemed that the rest of the fellowship took that as a hint and now began to wrap up their long conversation. Gimli packed the now empty bottles into Boromir's basket, and Legolas put the remaining plates into yours and Aragorn's baskets. Gandalf asked everyone to get off the blanket and move their things, and then rolled up the said blanket like a carpet.

The hobbits also knew that you would stay longer, so they took your basket and left with it themselves. Most of your friends followed them away from the tree back to Hobbiton, leaving you, Aragorn, and Arwen under the big tree with stars.

The three of you sat back down on the ground, and tried to get into a comfortable position that would work for three people. You sat back in Arwen's lap, held by her bridal style, as Aragorn sat infront of her. You were now sitting between your lovers, unsure of what to do now; your mind began going to all sorts of places, until Aragorn gave a little kiss on your forehead.

Because you still didn't know what to do, you just froze in place as your face heated up from the move Aragorn pulled on you. Arwen grinned at your reaction, and gave multiple kisses onto your face, causing you to hide your head between your shoulders to get away from the kisses. That didn't stop Aragorn from giving a peck on the top of your head, though, and now you were back in your initial position, embarrassed that they saw you in such a state.

You thought that the "kiss wave" was over when Arwen helped you readjust your position to laying down next to her, but no; oh how mistaken you were. The elf gave you yet another peck on the cheek, and Aragorn came in from your other side and wrapped his arms around your torso, and also gave you a kiss after making himself comfortable.

Arwen put an arm around you aswell, and began whispering words to you in a language and manner you were yet to understand. Aragorn had already closed his eyes, and it seemed Arwen had aswell, although she was still whispering. You imitated them by closing your own eyes, too. You had fallen asleep to Arwen describing you in the best manner possible, even though you didn't understand a word she said.

The pair was actually still awake, and gave each other the look when they were certain that you were now in a sleeping state. Aragorn carefully lifted you up bridal style from the ground, and began carrying you away from the tree, while Arwen was right behind him with the remaining basket and personal items.

Unused paragraphs and things I didn't want to include in add. notes nor the "letter."

Instead of bringing you to your own house, Aragorn brought you to his, for it was closer to the tree and he didn't want to wake you up. Fortunately, nothing that they did disturbed your sleep. They changed into comfortable clothing after putting you into their bed, and then laid down next to you. They both whispered to you a "Sweet dreams, Y/N," and followed you to dreamland.

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One time Pippin told you about all of these mealtimes that Hobbits would have throughout the day; which aside regular meals included a second breakfast, an another, later breakfast, some afternoon tea, and yet another meal a few hours after dinner. When you needed something to zone out to, you liked to think of all the good food they would eat at those excessive meals.

To me, Arwen and Aragorn seem to be the kind of people that give the best forehead kisses, or any kinds of kisses in general, and whoever receives them would fucking melt in their hands like ice on a hot day. I definitely would've written their part longer if I was good with writing physical affection (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠ ) im sorry

I only now, after finishing writing this, realized that all of my fanfics' endings so far involve either death or falling asleep. I have a guess to why my ideas end with these things but I don't want to go there.

#eero's fics #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #lotr aragorn #lotr arwen #lotr #lotr x you #aragorn x reader #arwen x reader #arwen x aragorn #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings fic

[twst-drabbles]

He. Sa. Oc. Sc. 1

Summary: Things happened and now you’re recovering from some ingested poison from a day out with Kalim. You’re recovering, Kalim is under house lock down, but it’ll take quite a bit until you’re back to your usual low levels of energy.

(Okay okay, I know you asked for every single pets reactions, but you have to understand just how many characters there are. So, I cut it down to four dorms just this once to test myself out. Three dorms next time, alright? Naturally, you can ask for others, just try to not ask for all of them in the same ask otherwise I will instead pick random dorms depending the idea in my head.)

The amount of texts Kalim has sent you, apology after apology for things he couldn’t have possibly have predicted has left your mood just the slightest bit sour. Not with irritation at Kalim, of course not, but with guilt of knowing that Kalim likely does not know what to do with his own swirling storm of emotions. Of the guilt, the sorrow, overwhelmed at the possibility that you might perish suddenly and without warning. You suppose it would be shocking to anyone that a constant in their lives can easily be cut out of it.

Before you went to bed, you had to call Kalim to prevent him from getting out of his house to check up on you. The fact you were able to talk at all is a miracle, and while you did want to reassure him, you think you failed in the task considering how nasty your voice sounded. Scratchy, dry, a few seconds away from dying out like a leaf in a dessert.

But, the doc said that you’ll be fine. You have your meds, you have your water, your mini fridge, and a bathroom within crawling distance. If the worst comes, you have Crowley to rely on. He’s the one that took you home in the first place.

When you woke up, your fever was still sky high. Fatigue laced through your bones in a binding grip, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth, and your vision was swirly, but not as bad as it was yesterday. That, and the nausea was gone. So that’s already a good start.

You drifted off for a bit, letting the fever haze over your mind before you caught brilliant red entering your vision.

The scent of roses carried into your nose, your head facing the window as you laid on your stomach. Roots retracted from the sill as Riddle slid down his makeshift root slide right next to you. In his hands was what looked like a water globe, tinted pink and glowing just enough to grab your attention. When he stopped right by your face and knelt, you blinked but opened your mouth just a bit to let him slip the drop through.

Nectar. Riddle took the time to gather nectar, probably from his flower to feed you with. The sweetness of the treat cleared your head a bit.

You push yourself up, looking down at Riddle. “Thank you, Roseling.”

Riddle puffed up with pride just as the other four nymphs tumbled down the roots the roseling was controlling. Trey was the only one to keep his balance, despite carrying a large pile of clovers in his arms. He helped the others up, before skittering off to put his plants around your room. When he stopped right at the edge of your bed, Cater came over to his side and duplicated himself until there was enough of him to make a strange ladder down. Riddle used his roots to get back on the sill, still watching you.

Speaking of, it’s only now you noticed just how decorated your room has gotten. Lilies were on your night stand, tulips on your blankets, roses on your window sill, and branches of plumerias were tied around the cane Crowley let you borrow.

“Morning,” you snorted at the running nymphs, Ace tripping over Deuce, then looked over to the clock, “or afternoon. Ah, fuck!”

Feeding! You have to feed—!

Your legs swished under the blankets, bumping into a pile of something that was resting in the space between your ankles. Luckily you didn’t have the strength to accidentally launch anything into the wall. You angled yourself, looking back. “Ah, sorry Ruggie. Oh, and hello Leona.”

Ruggie had his head resting against your calf with Leona resting on the other side of the bed, on your other pillow. Despite your sudden movements, the only reaction Ruggie gave was a sleepy shake of his head, as if only his ears were tickled, a yawn, then laid back down. Leona stretched, going from his curled position to a spread eagle one. So that’s what was tickling your face throughout the night.

You pulled yourself up, adjusting your pillow to support your back as you rested against the headboard. Ruggie followed, chasing after your legs, his new pillow apparently. You stretched as far as you could handle, only stopping when dots started to cloud your vision. The hot air blowing through the window was not making it better.

“Can someone close the window? I’m still sweating.” You may be shivering, but you don’t need any hot winds right now.

Something hissed from the space between the pillows. In a graceful slide, Jamil popped out, eyes thinned to a sliver from sleep.

“Hello, Jamil.”

He only nodded to you, yawning as he slid over your belly, past the stray petals on your bed, and up the roots. When the roots have fully retreated, with his tail, Jamil pulled the window closed. What strength his body has, to pull the tricky window. There’s a trick to it, but brute force also works.

On the journey back, Jamil used his tail to grab your medication, dropped it off onto your lap, then dove right back under the pillows you were resting on. All you could see was just the tip of his tail. When you lightly pinched it, he retreated fully. You guess it was a sleeping day for him. Ah, but before you can take your med, you need to brush your teeth. You mouth tastes awful.

You carefully slid your legs off the bed, pushing the blanket off of you to bury Ruggie in. As you were reaching over to grab a pair of socks, you saw the cane suddenly stand up and move towards you. Looking down, you saw Jack using all of his strength to carry and balance to cane closer to you. He only dropped it as soon as it touched the side of your bed. Well, now you don’t have to shakily try and grab the cane that Crowley accidentally put too far from your reach. You would bend down to pat Jack, but you don’t think you can do that right now. Instead, you beckoned Jack to get on your bed by patting the space next to you.

Agile little thing that he was, Jack took to your command and skittered up the sheets. Though, rather than standing and waiting for your next order, Jack, with some stiffness in his limbs, walked over to lay his head against your thigh. You smiled, playfully patting his ears, watching them twitch.

“I’ll be fine. Stay here for a bit. I’ll be right back.”

Leaning some of your weight on the fancy, and improved, cane, made your way to the bathroom. Just as you were about to take a look into the mirror above the sink, you gasped when you looked at the tub. The filled tub. With three little seafolk staring up at you from the rim. Floyd was on top of Azul’s head, who was on top of Jade’s, who was on top of the tub.

“Ah, did I leave you there?” you hissed to yourself, trying to grab at whatever memory was left behind in the haze of yesterday.

You remembered that Azul had inked up the tank pretty badly, to the point you had to completely drain the tank and take out the decorations to clean them up. Azul, Jade and Floyd were dyed black, and since you figured you wouldn’t be gone for that long, you put them in the tub in your bathroom along with the rest of the decorations. You did have enough time to clean, just not put everything back. You really didn’t think you would out for long, since all Kalim wanted to do was visit a few street vendors and that’s it.

Azul, Jade and Floyd were stuck in the tub since yesterday. And yet, none of them looked angry. They haven’t even made a single noise. They just stared.

Carefully, you sat down on the toilet, dipping your fingers into the water. Cold. Of course it was. The three seafolk immediately dived towards your hand, Floyd grabbing your thumb, Jade wrapping himself around your wrist and Azul just straight up started to climb up  your arm, stopping at your elbow, staring at your mouth.

“I’m fine, little guys,” you breathed out. You’ll survive. Sure, food doesn’t exactly sound appetizing at the moment, but you’ll get your hunger back in time. Certainly better than yesterday. “See, not puking anymore.”

Poor things, you probably frightened them with all the sounds you were making on the toilet. Hopefully they don’t have to witness that again.

Faintly, you could hear a knocking at your door.

“Are you awake and decent yet?”

Oh, Crowley. Did he even go home?

“In the bathroom.” It wasn’t a shout, but it was loud enough, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

More like you’ll be there in half an hour. You can see the rest of the pets making their way towards your bathroom. You’re going to be here a while.

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Comes animae 3 - Apotheosis

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con,

Warnings chapter: Stalking, curse words, kidnapping

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Chan slams Sunggyu to the ground, choking him while draining his blood. Chan then carries the lifeless body to the lake not far from the school and makes sure to drop him in the deepest part of the lake, with a big rock tied to his leg so he would sink immediately. 

When I was finished teaching the kids one of the teachers came running up to me. “Y/N? Have you seen Sunggyu?” I shook my head. “No, not since after the break. Maybe he went home earlier. But if you don’t mind I have work in half an hour.” She nods and lets me go. So I took a taxi toward the bar that I worked at. “Eight more hours to go and then I can finally sleep,” I mumbled under my breath. I greeted my boss and went behind the bar. “A bloody mary.” I looked at the old man and shrugged. “It’s just four in the afternoon, and people are already drinking.”I made the drink and gave it to him. “So pretty, what’s your name? We can go eat ramen after you are done with your shift.” I leaned over the counter. “Sorry, I have a very late shift and I’m not into old guys.” My boss understood that I said those things, but have gotten a few warnings for my attitude. It wasn’t very busy around this time, so me and my colleague were talking happily. “No Yeji, he asked me out, a dinner date tomorrow! Ah, Sunggyu is so cute. I swear.” Me and Yeji decided to start working again, as with time the place got busier by the minute. “God I hope it would be dry once we’re off, cause this weather will drench me from head to toe.” 

Chan sniffs the air. “Where are they…” He mutters and pulls his hood on, walking through the two and trying to pick up their scent again. From a distance, Chan could hear them talking and picked up the words. “Sunggyu.” and ‘cute’. Standing at the back of the building he smirks to himself. “Now he can be his ‘cute’ little self down under where he belongs…” ‘and you’ll realize there’s only one person you ought to think about…” Chan is patiently waiting outside until Y/N shift is over. Hours will just feel like seconds for him anyway. While he does that, he’s also keeping an eye out for all kinds of men walking into the bar.

Once the clock hit 2 a.m., I got off. Grabbed my stuff and walked out of the back door, locking it while Yeji locked the front. “This is going to be terrible.” Cause the moment I stepped out I was already drenched because of the rain. “Sydney should be asleep by now,” I mumbled to myself while looking around the alley. Suddenly my heart started racing as I saw a man standing there, a shiver ran down my spine while I turned to walk the other way. 

Chan pulls his hood more down and follows after them, keeping a safe distance and hiding whenever they look behind them. He managed to be inside the apartment before they could and awaited them at the door with a cloth in his hand. “You’ll be mine.” He breathed out. I quickly walked inside the apartment, locking the door behind me, and then moved towards the windows to close them too. Then I ran towards Sydney’s bedroom only to realize she wasn’t there. “Shit, shit, shit.” I ran into my room and grabbed my phone, trying to call my missing roommate before calling the police, not noticing the man behind me. “Now now, doll, not now.” Before I could even call the police, Chan stood close behind me and pressed the cloth against my mouth and within seconds I was out. Chan catches my unconscious body and lays me on the bed, quickly collecting the stuff needed alone with the phone. Then he carries me over his shoulder and runs at full speed to the cabin. When he got there he tied my wrist to the bed, along with the ankles, tight enough that there was no way of escaping. Chan smirks at this job well done and stares down the body, taking in every detail. 

I woke up around an hour later. “What the hell.” I mumbed. I tried to sit up but without any success. I started to panic, looking around the room until I looked at the man standing near the bed. “Who… Who are you, what do you want from me?” I screamed, in the slightest hope someone would hear me. “Now now doll, there’s no need to struggle.” Chan laughs. “No one will hear you anyway, don’t strain that pretty voice of yours. And to be fair, I want a lot of things from you. Your body, your blood, basically everything that makes you as you are.” In the moonlight, Chan’s fangs shine through as he grins. “You… You’re a vampire.”I said with a shivering tone. “Why me?” I whispered, before noticing he was checking out my body. “Hey, my eyes are up here asshole. And you will never have me!” I spat at him, pulling on the restraints. “That sweetheart,” Chan’s eyes glow red, and crawls on top of the bed. “is where you are wrong.” He holds my shoulders down, so he has better access to my neck and quickly bates down before I can even struggle more. “I knew that you would taste this good, and that was all for me.” He growls and starts sucking the spot. I screamed at first. Bucking my hips to try and get him off of me. Once he stopped sucking I let out a moan. Breathing heavily and at the point of passing out, since it felt like needles were inserted, was one of my biggest fears. “Sleep tight, my little doll.” Chan licks the remaining blood off my neck and pecks my lips, painting them slightly red. He then gets off the bed and grabs the phone as it buzzes, reading a message from Sydney. ‘I hope your doll is just as amazing as mine, she’s so sweet.’ Chan smirks as he reads the message coming from Jungkook. ‘More than amazing, They’re feisty, I’ll tell you that much, but that makes them even more desirable.’ He sends it back.

I fought against the sleep, and after I while, I was fully awake again. “People will look for me! Don’t think you’ll get away with it. I’m not even going to sleep with a creep like you in the room.”I said, afraid that if I yelled I would get lightheaded. “And I’m not your doll, you freak!” Chan puts the phone in his pocket. “You know, that one night. I could’ve just let you and your little friend die.” Then he walks closer, this time with a handkerchief. “Truth be told, I don’t fancy your foul mouth. Now be a good doll.” He leans down and ties the handkerchief around my mouth. I screamed at him, but my voice was muffled. “I would rather have died than be here.” At this point, I just wanted to test him and push his limits. So I looked at him angrily. “Is this the best you could do? Putting a dirty cloth in front of my mouth and biting me! What’s next spank me?” I used my whole body and tried to get it out. Chan merely smirks at me, not really bothered. “I’m actually saving that for later.” He bursts out laughing and roughly grabs my chin. “You have fire in you, I’ll give you that, no wonder your blood tastes exquisite,” I growled at him, then looked passed him and saw my painting hanging there. It looked exactly like him. “What’s your name? I should have the right to know who kidnapped me.” I mumbled, backing down. I couldn’t get out, at least not today.

The name is Bang Chan. Rightful member of the Stray Kids clan.” He grins smugly and leans against the wall. “Nice to meet you.” I just nod. “Could you remove the handkerchief please, it’s uncomfortable. Also, can I eat something I haven’t eaten all day?” ‘come on, befriend the guy, that could get me out faster.’ “Only because you said please, but when you’re struggling again, it goes right on,” Chan said in a serious tone and pulled the handkerchief from my mouth. He then leaves for the kitchen to grab something to eat. I relaxed, my wrists and ankles hurt from trying to get out. “God… Why did I do that.” I threw my head back in pain as I felt it through my ankle. “here you are. Oh that’s right you can’t move.” Chan laughs as he comes back with a bowl of soup in his hands.  I laughed sarcastically. “Can you loosen my hands? Or are you going to feed me? Also, can you free my left ankle? I sprained it the other day and it’s hurting really bad.” I said staring at Chan, while he looked at me in amusement. “Oh I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work on an obsessed vampire, doll. No, you’re just going to stay like this, the way I want.” Chan reaches the spoon towards my mouth. “Unless you want to starve, you better open that bold mouth of yours. “Fine, but could you please do something with the ankle?” The restraints felt heavy on the already hurting ankle. I opened my mouth and let Chan feed me, I wanted to complain about many other things like my clothes, but decided against it knowing that maybe one too many requests would make him do absolutely nothing. “That we’ll discuss tomorrow,” Chan said and kept feeding me until the bowl is empty. “That a good doll.” He gives my head a pet and goes back into the kitchen.  I closed my eyes after the food. “Could this be even worse? I’ll never sleep tonight, my clothes are to long and tight to even be comfortable in and the pain in my ankle just feels unbearable.” I mumbled to myself, while Chan stood in the kitchen listening while cleaning up the bowl and spoon, waiting for me to finally fall asleep. Chan walks back into the bedroom after I fell asleep and changes me into one of the outfits he brought with him. Feeling somewhat bad for my ankle after examining it, he decides to just let it loose and bandage it, before going off to his own room to wait for my awakening. 

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