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daisydaisybilly · 3 years

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That fic on Colin Bridgerton was everything!!! Please do an Benedict x reader where he paints you in secret but the reader finds out and Benedict confesses his love <333

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title: work of art pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader summary: you and Benedict bond over art and fall in love, though it takes you time to realise warning: swearing, angst, fluff and not much else word count: 2.5 k A/N: thank you so much for the request! i really enjoyed writing this and hope you like it!

Even though you had your own flat next to Benedict’s you preferred sitting in his while you worked. You would sit on the pile of cushions on the floor with you note pad across your lap to draw but, in the end, you’d give and watch Benedict while he worked.

His work was better than yours anyway. And when he’d paint or drew, he got this look on this face, a look that made you fall more in love with art, more in love with him.

“you have your own work, I believe” he grinned.

You smiled at him looking away, “I rather watch you. You know I struggle to draw without a live model” you groaned closing you pad.

He smiled at you nodding before returning to his work.

You really did love him, the kind of love that made your gut hurt. The love you felt was inconvenient at most times, you’d be drawing a live model and when it came to the eyes you would draw his eyes. Then you’d stare at the drawing, at those eyes. After the sixth time you gave up on portraits and stuck with landscapes or ones where the face couldn’t be seen.

Before you met Benedict, art was just something that made you stand out among your four older brothers and two older sisters. You did enjoy to paint and draw and going to all the galleries and the art shows but they never really sparked joy until the day Benedict came into your life.

You remember it clearly. You were stood studying the painting ‘Venus with a Mirror’, the roman goddess of love and beauty. It was a masterpiece something you could never dream of doing yourself.

“quite the painter, wasn’t he?” someone said behind you.

“he was” you agreed.

Then you turned around and saw Benedict and all the art in the room was forgotten.

“Benedict Bridgerton” he bowed his head.

You smiled feeling dizzy, “y/n y/l/n”.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you m y/ln. Always a pleasure to meet a titan fan” he move to stand next to you.

“I don’t think they’re too hard to find” you laughed looking at the painting too.

He laughed along and you swear it sounded like music.

You carried on meeting him once a week, at first it was just art shows and museums but then it turn into showing each other your art then just having dinner together. And now you had neighbouring flats.

“oh hell” you jumped up collecting your things, “my brother will be here soon to take me home for dinner. I need to get back to my flat before he comes”.

“and why can’t he just pick you up here?” Benedict asked looking away from his work. Paint was covering his hands and had splattered on his shirt.

“oh yes” you clapped your hands together. “Brother, I know papa pays for my flat to do my art but I don’t actually use it, instead I sit in my friends flat and watch him do art instead. What? you think something is going on? You think we’re having an illicit affair?! Where did you get that idea?” you exclaimed acting the conversation out.

You swore Benedict blushed but you couldn’t be sure. “well that doesn’t happen” he coughed.

“thank you for clarifying our relationship for me, Benedict” you chuckled. You opened the door then paused when he called your name.

He cleaned his hands with a cloth close by, “will I see you at the Astin’s party tonight?”.

You sighed. “unfortunately. Mother is convinced this is the year I marry” you rolled your eyes.

That struck his heart, you marrying someone was painful enough knowing it could be soon was worst.

“you better not leave me hanging” you smiled bring his attention back to you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it”.

“I’m taking that as a promised Benedict Bridgerton”.

You smiled at him one last time before leaving.

Benedict watched the door shut behind you. He was truly fucked. How he manged to actually get work done while you sat there was a mystery, he could hear your soft breaths feel your e/c eyes on him.

As long as you were a part of his life then he would be happy, content. Of course he knew a day would come where you’d fall in love with someone else and marry them. And it might just break his heart. He thought of what you said, how your mother thought this was the year for you. knowing he would lose you was pain enough being there to see it would feel like death.

Once Benedict was sure you weren’t coming back, he pulled out his secret project he had hidden behind some old paintings, it was proving to be impossible to finish because you were always by his side. He would spend the night at the flat but that would equal questions from his mother.

But here he was alone.

This was his heart drew bare. You. the day he met you actually, he still remembered it clearly. The sun light had pooled in through the sky light and made you look like an angel. He had spent many sleepless nights reliving the moment in his mind. The moment you met his eyes and smiled. Remembering the memory again and again felt like his own personal drug.

He knew you didn’t and would never love him back so he agreed to love you in silence. He poured all his love into this, every brush stroke was a piece of his love, his soul.

You sat in front of the mirror the mirror looking at yourself. Your hair was done. You had your best outfit on. everything was perfect but something, something was missing. What if you did meet the person you would marry. two of your brothers and one sister were married already, why wouldn’t it be your turn. But it wasn’t the life you wanted.

A married life being the perfect partner doing whatever is asked of you. you wanted a life full of colour and art with Benedict by your side. Benedict. A smile took over your face, you loved him so much. He was so close to your reach but so far away at the same time.

You met your own eyes. “I love you Benedict. I always have and I will for the rest of my life” you whispered to yourself. The thought of losing him had become too much, you battled with yourself the whole way home and the whole times as you dressed. If you were going to lose him let it be because you told him the truth. Not when he fell for another.

Maybe just maybe the feels the same.

You had only been at the party for an hour and you had already met three suitors your mother had picked out all who were closer to her age than yours, but like she said you couldn’t afford to be picky. You smiled and nodded as whatever their name was spoke, over their shoulder you spotted Benedict stood in the shadows with a bottle of wine in his hands. He pointed to the room behind him.

“I’m sorry” you cut them off mid-sentence, “if you would excuse me” you smiled walking away.

When you walked into the room you found Benedict sat on the floor in the dark. “come sit here don’t want to risk being caught” he waved you over.

You sat next to him reaching out of the bottle. “hope you got the good stuff. I need it”.

“not found your perfect match yet?” he laughed.

You nearly chocked on the drink. “god no. they were all old” you laughed. You took another swig and sighed. “she wants me to be the perfect child but I can’t be” you lent your head against the wall.

“we could run away to France” he said so seriously it shocked you.

You looked at him feeling breathless. You opened your mouth to speak, this could be the moment to tell him. tell him and run away to France and never look back. Your nerves ran out last minute. “I feel like dancing will you dance with me?”.

You jumped to your feet mentally kicking yourself for saying something so dumb. Benedict felt the last bit of hope he had die when you changed the subject so fast. He joined you standing in the middle of the room. If this is the only way he could be close to you he would take it.

You stood in front of each other, looking into his eyes.

Silently you both got into the right place. You could faintly hear the music playing from the main room. He put his hand against your back, you supressed a shiver. No one said anything while you danced.

Your eyes met his and it that moment you were breathless.

You were so close now. After a shaky breath you noticed you had stopped moving and were looking at each other now. His eyes fell down to your lips for a second before they met your eyes again.

You took a wobbly step back and exhaled. “my mama will be looking for me”.

“y/n” he stepped forward.

“she’ll go mad too, I left whatever their name was standing there” you laughed moving even more away from him. You left the room as fast as you could.

He was to shocked to follow after you. Just a few moments ago he was so close to you, touching you. He wanted to kiss, god how he wanted to kiss you and he thought maybe you wanted to kiss him as well but you walked away.

He wanted to paint. Every time he was hit with reality, he pained you, imagining you did love him back. It was a dream but he was all tied up in it. He was tied up in you.

He took a deep breath, he left the room, he left the whole building, not looking at anyone as he did. He wanted nothing more than to see you again but you would probably be with someone else, maybe evening falling in love.

It hurt to leave Benedict alone. But you were reading to much into things. He didn’t want to kiss you, why would he. You had just made him uncomfortable. You were battling with yourself when you saw Benedict walked through the main room to the doors.

The rest of the room seemed to disappear. You could only see him walking away from where you left him. Had you made him that uncomfortable he had to leave, he didn’t even say goodbye. You wanted to run after him and admit everything, give him your hand, heart, give him anything he asked. He just had to ask you.

“stay here” you mother hissed down your neck.

“I need to go” you muttered eyes locked with the door Benedict had walked through.

“No. you need to stay here and get a match” she snapped spinning you around so you were facing her. “Do you think you can just keep doing what you’re doing? Spend your day and night doing your ridiculous painting like that will get you anywhere”.

You were speechless. You knew no one took your art seriously but it hadn’t been said to your face. you had spent years with your back to a door keeping the truth out. “I don’t care” you started walking away.

“y/n” you didn’t listen as your mother called your name.

You didn’t care that people were looking from her to you.

You only cared about Benedict.

Benedict knew he was in for it when the got home and his mother saw his dress shirt was covered in paint, but right now he felt calm. You were in front of him, well the painting version of you was. He was almost done and soon this version of you would be gone too.

Apart of him hoped that his feelings would go too. It would make things easier if they did but who would he be if he didn’t love you. He had loved you for so long it was buried into his bones.

You knew Benedict like you knew yourself, you were so like sometimes it felt like your souls were one but they had be halved to make two people.

He would be in this flat painting you hoped he was waiting for you. you had enough of being scared and keeping everything locked up, you would tell him how you felt and face whatever followed. Once you reached the building you ran up the stairs as fast as you could, hating past you and Benedict for getting rooms on the top floor.

You nearly tripped up multiple times catching yourself last minute every time. You were gasping for breath once you reached the top. When you could breathe again you ran down the hall, all the rooms you passed were filled with laugher and music. How you wished you were apart it.

You stopped in front of his door. You put your hand against the wood and listened. You could hear him muttering under his breath, a brush quietly working away. You smiled at the picture in your head, maybe you’d paint it one day of all the things you could pictured this one was the clearest.

“Benedict I shouldn’t-“ you started as soon as you entered the room but stopped when you saw him.

You were right, he was painting you just didn’t think he would be painting, you.

Benedict dropped the paint brush to the floor. He looked from you to you, mouth open wide. “I can explain”.

You still stood in the doorway holding the door open. Mouth wide open. He came closer guiding you into the room so he could shut the door. “I don’t understand” you murmured. You looked to his worried face. “why are you painting me?”.

He helped you sit in your usual spot.

He took a deep breath reaching for your hand, you let him take it. relief washed through him. “its simple” he said looking into your eyes.

“is it” you breathed.

“I love you”

You mouth fell open again as you goggled at him. “you love me?”.

“I do and I understand if-“ he looked away from you so he wouldn’t have to face your rejection. But he was interrupted when you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both fell to the floor in a heap.

You kissed him hard on the lips, putting all your hopes into one kiss. You pulled back and looked down at him. “I love you too” you smiled feeling so much joy.

He didn’t say anything only kiss you again. his hands travelled up your back to your neck. You stayed there kissing him until it felt like your lungs were burning. You gasped, “you wouldn’t believe how long I wanted to do that” he laughed.

You traced his cheek bone, “probably as long I have”.

He smiled and it felt like the sun was risen. “will you ever stopped wanting too?”

“never” you whisper before you kissed him again and again and again, and you would until time stopped.

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x yn

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thevoidfishsminstrel · 3 years

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“Okay so is everyone clear on the plan?” Alex looked around the DEO mission briefing table, hands flat on the surface in her most commanding and authoritative stance.

Nia and Brainy nodded, Nia with her arms crossed and Brainy with his hands steepled in front of him in a serious manner. Kelly rolled her eyes but nodded too.

“Good.” Alex gave a curt nod and pushed away from the table. “We will meet back here at 19:00 hours for the debriefing.”

“Um… babe?” Kelly put a hand on Alex’s forearm and leaned towards her and Alex softened, smiling dopily at her. “Our dinner reservation is for 6:30.”

“Yeah and Brainy and I have a date too.” Nia looped her arm through Brainy’s, grinning.

“Yes.” Brainy looked pleased with himself and subconsciously leaned further into Nia’s side. “We are going paintballing.”

Alex hummed. “Okay well everyone just keep the group chat updated and we’ll meet up tomorrow.”

They dispersed and the plan was set into motion.

Phase 1 - Alex

Alex strode through the halls of the DEO with purpose, rubber soles of her boots not making much sound. Part of her envied the intimidating click of Lena’s heels but J’onn had shut down her suggestion of adding studs to the bottom of her boots, claiming it would undermine the stealth aspect of the design.

She entered her little office and flopped down in the chair, propping her feet up on the desk. She dialed Kara’s number, chewing on a jolly rancher from the secret stash in the drawer that Kara thought held boring paperwork as it rang.

“Hey Alex. What’s up?”

“Hey Kara. I - … where are you? Shouldn’t you be at CatCo?” The faint sound of traffic and the wind crackled through the phone speaker and Alex frowned.

“I’m just on my lunch break.”

“Oh.” Alex glanced at her watch. There was still an hour before phase 2 so Kara would probably be back at CatCo by then. “Ok. So what are you doing tonight? Sorry again that I can’t spend tonight with you.”

“No it’s fine - you have fun with Kelly. Lena and I were just going to have a movie night together.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows rose. That was easier than expected.

“Yeah, well neither of us was going to spend Valentine’s Day with anyone else so…”

Hm. That was going to be Alex’s argument. At least Kara was unknowingly cooperating with the secret plan.

She and Lena were getting insufferable with their heart eyes and yearning and so Alex had decided to take matters into her own hands with the help of their friends. (Kelly had been somewhat reluctant but Alex promised they wouldn’t push Kara or Lena to do anything, they would just… gently direct them in the direction they all knew they were heading anyway.) And so Mission: Get The Idiots Together was born. … Along with the group chat where they complained about the two idiots in question.

“Well ok then. Have a good day.”

“You too. Bye, Alex. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Alex hung up and leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers together and feeling like a Bond villain. Ah yes, it was all coming together now.

Phase 2 - Nia

Nia: Guys it’s all falling apart already

Nia glanced around the CatCo bullpen again, leg nervously bouncing. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she looked back at it, totally-not-suspiciously under her desk. It was a reply from Alex.

Alex: What?? What’s going on?

Nia: Kara’s not here

Alex: She told me she was at lunch over an hour ago! She must be back by now

Nia: Well she’s not! What do I do???

Brainy: Do not worry - I have just just seen her exiting L-corp and she informed me she was heading back to CatCo.

Alex: Ok great. Nobody panic.

Kelly: You guys are taking this way too seriously

Nia: Ok I’ll just do it when she gets back

Alex: Oh btw Kara said they’ve already planned to have a movie night together tonight so that makes our job easier

Brainy: Wait - if they’re already meeting tonight then what is the purpose of my visit to L-corp?

Phase 3 - Brainy

Brainy frowned down at his phone but at that moment the elevator dinged and the doors slid open on Lena’s floor. He stepped out, putting his phone away and nervously smoothing his shirt. Improvisation. He could do that. This plan definitely wasn’t going to end in disaster.

He nodded politely to Jess and she smiled. “Hello. I am here to see Lena Luthor.”

Jess bit back an amused smile and picked up the phone on her desk. “Miss Luthor? Querl Dox is here to see you.” She put it down after a moment and gestured to the large double doors. “You can go right in.”

Brainy nodded again in thanks and moved towards the office. Perhaps they should have drafted Jess into the plan.

Lena stood up and rounded her desk with a slightly confused yet genuine smile as he entered. “Brainy. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He cleared his throat, standing awkwardly in the middle of her office. “I just came to see you. As friends do. Which we are.”

Lena’s eyebrows climbed almost imperceptibly. “Right. Drink?”

Brainy shook his head and she moved over to the side of her office to pour herself a glass of water. “So… I hear you and Kara are having a movie night tonight.”

A little bit of water sloshed over the side of the glass as Lena was pouring it. She had a faint blush on her cheeks when she turned back around which was odd because the AC in her office seemed to be working fine.

“Yes. Well we assumed you would all be too busy to join us. Are you and Nia doing anything tonight?” She sipped her water and moved back to lean against her desk.

Brainy lit up at the mention of Nia. “Yes! We are going paintballing.”

He spent the next half an hour talking about his date with Nia and Nia in general until they both had to get back to work.

Phase 2 (attempt 2) - Nia

“Kara!” Nia slid up to walk along beside her as she stepped from the elevator into the bullpen.

Kara smiled and started walking towards her desk. “Hey, Nia. What’s up?”

“Nothing! I mean… lots of things. The sky, the ceiling, …clouds.”

Kara looked at her a bit weirdly and she laughed awkwardly.

“Anyway… just came to see how you are, mentor.” She lightly punched Kara in the arm.

Kara raised an eyebrow, looking down at where Nia had punched her before slowly sitting down at her desk. “I’m good. Thank you.”

“Great! Oh by the way,” Nia smoothly segued into her part of the mission with complete subtlety and absolutely no suspiciousness, “I accidentally double ordered flowers and chocolates for Brainy. I figured I’d give one lot to you and maybe you could do something with them.”

She rushed over to her desk and grabbed the bouquet of flowers and heart-shaped box of chocolates waiting there, depositing them in front of Kara.

“Oh wow. Thanks Nia.” Kara grinned up at her before picking up the box of chocolates and peeling off the sellotape.

Nia’s eyes widened and she tried not to scream in panic as Kara opened the box and just started eating the chocolates. Kara offered one to her with a smile and she managed to croak out a “no thanks” before she ran off back to her desk to inform the group chat of the latest development.

Phase 4 - Kelly

Kelly sighed as her phone blew up with notifications of her panicking group of friends. How this had ended up being her life was a mystery.

The elevator slowed and opened to the bustling CatCo bullpen just as she saw Kara disappear through the emergency exit at the back. She sighed again and got straight back into the elevator, unlocking her phone.

Kelly: I’m guessing Kara just got called away for a Supergirl emergency?

Alex: Sorry

Kelly: Phase 4 failed

Alex: Shit. Brainy, I need you to take over phase 4 when Kara gets back to the DEO. Kelly, you just get to L-corp.

Nia: Wait but if I’m now going to L-corp to give Lena chocolates instead won’t it be a little suspicious that we’ve all suddenly decided to to go visit her on the same day?

Alex: Shit you’re right. Ok, Nia, you take over phase 6 while you’re at L-corp and Kelly, you come by Kara’s later for phase 4.

Phase 4b - Brainy

Brainy stared at his phone, unsure whether he was still supposed to be attempting phase 4. Before he could ask, Kara strode up beside him and sat on the desk he was sitting at.

“Did you see how hard I hit that guy?” Kara grinned, swinging her legs.

Brainy gulped, quickly turning off his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. “Yes. Very impressive. Is Alex back yet?”

Kara shook her head. “She and the backup team are just on their way back with the bad guy.”

He nodded. Right. Motivate Kara to tell Lena about her feelings. He could do this.

“Did you know that the mortality rate of unmarried people is much higher than that of married people?”

Kara’s head snapped over to him with a mildly horrified expression. “What?”

Perhaps that was not the right starting point. “Well… maybe that means one could keep someone they care about from dying so much by… marrying them?”

Kara chuckled. “Unfortunately I’m not sure marriage is a cure for death.”

There was a sadness creeping in behind her eyes and Brainy began to panic even further. Making Kara upset was definitely not part of the plan. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind to try to cheer her up again.

“Do you want to see a video of baby pandas that Nia sent me?”

Alex gave them a bit of an odd look when she got back to see them laughing at videos of pandas rolling around but Brainy would say improvised phase 4 had been a success.

Phase 2.5/ 6 - Kelly Nia

Nia strode into Lena’s office with her most friendly and least suspicious smile.

“Nia. What a surprise. You and Brainy in one day.” Lena stood and gave Nia a brief but warm hug.

She was wearing a jade sheath dress that brought out the green in her eyes, with sleeves that came down to just above her elbows. Her usual deep red lipstick was missing, replaced with a natural colour (or it may have just been lip balm). Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and had been left slightly wavy rather than perfectly straightened. At least they didn’t have to worry about making sure Lena looked good for tonight.

“Hey Lena. I just came by because I ordered too many chocolates for Brainy and I thought maybe you could have one to give to someone or something.” She sat casually in front of Lena’s desk, pulling another box of chocolates she had bought on the way over out her back and setting them on the desk.

Lena sat back down with an amused smile. “How thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

“You know,” Nia relaxed back into the chair, looking off into the distance in a completely normal and not at all overly dramatic gesture. “I’m so glad Brainy and I talked about how we felt. We’re so happy together and I can’t imagine how much I would have regretted not saying anything. You know… because we’re so happy together now and we wouldn’t be if neither of us had said anything”

Lena nodded slowly. “I’m glad you’re both so happy together.”

“And you know, we should always speak our minds.” She adopted the persona of a motivational speaker, channeling her inner Kelly. “Because we can’t let ourselves be silenced, Lena. You are a powerful woman with a great mind, great hair, and a jawline that could cut glass.”

“... thank you?”

Nia placed her hand over Lena’s on the desk, nodding seriously. “You’re welcome.”

And with that she stood and strutted out of the room.

Nailed it.

Phase 7 - Alex

Alex turned up at Kara’s just after she got home. Kara opened the door, looking very confused at the sight of her sister.

“Alex? What are you doing here? Don’t you have to get ready for your date?”

Alex pushed into the apartment, patting Kara’s arm on the way past. “I just came to see my little sister beforehand. Make sure you’re doing okay.”

Kara closed the door with a raised eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Alex shrugged, dropping her bag onto the kitchen island with a clunk. “Well I just wanted to see you since I can’t spend the evening with you. I didn’t want you to feel alone.”

Kara glanced at her watch. “Oh. Ok. Well Lena’s going to be here soon so you don’t have to worry.”

Alex waved her off and moved into her bedroom, flicking through the clothes on the rack.

“... what are you doing?”

Alex ignored her, picking out a neat navy blue button down. “Hey, why don’t you wear this? I haven’t seen you in it before.”

Kara frowned. “I’ve definitely worn that around you before.”

“Well I don’t remember.” She shoved the shirt into Kara’s arms and directed her towards the bathroom. “Put it on for me.” She decided Kara’s beige slacks were good enough, not wanting to push too far. Her hair was already perfectly curled in a half up half down look as though she had only just done it so that was fine.

Kara appeared again a moment later in the new shirt looking confused. Alex interrupted her before she could say anything.

“Brrrr. It’s cold in here.”

Kara frowned. “Is it?”

“Yes. Us humans get cold, you know.” She moved into the kitchen, not taking any questions. “You should light some candles.”

“Candles? To warm my apartment?”

Alex ignored her, rifling through cupboards for matches. She found them with a bunch of Kara’s own candles. A rather large number of candles actually that all looked new and smelled nice. Looks like she hauled all those candles over in her handbag for nothing.

Kara helped her set up the candles nicely around her apartment, continuously glancing over at her as though worried Alex had sustained some kind of head injury.

Alex was saved from having to come up with a more plausible explanation by a knock on the door.

Phase 4 (attempt ?) - Kelly

“Kelly? What are you doing here?”

Kelly hugged Kara and made her way into the now softly glowing and smelling faintly of sandalwood apartment. “I came to see you. I know how hard it can be for some people on Valentine’s day if they don’t have a romantic partner. But it’s completely normal and we shouldn’t be made to feel any less for it - in fact there are plenty of people who never have a relationship and lead very happy and fulfilled lives.”

Alex elbowed her in the side, smiling innocently.

Kelly cleared her throat, pushing back at Alex a little. “Although we also shouldn’t be afraid to look for a relationship. It’s important to be honest with ourselves and others, and sometimes things that seem scary can actually be okay and very rewarding.”

Alex nodded along beside her and Kara looked between the two of them.

She nodded slowly. “Right.”

Another knock at the door drew Kara’s attention away and Alex sighed in relief, holding her hand up to Kelly for a sneaky high five which she returned with an eye roll.

Kara’s voice took on a breathy awed quality that only ever appeared around Lena as she opened the door. “Lena. Hi.”

Lena smiled shyly, ducking her head. “Hi.”

Kara stepped aside to let her in, taking her coat.

“Hey Lena.” Alex waved at her.

Lena’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Alex. Kelly. I thought you two had a date?”

Alex nodded excessively, taking Kelly’s hand. ��Yes we do. And we should really be going so that we’re not late.”

They awkwardly sidled between Kara and Lena out of the apartment, looking one last time between them before smiling and walking off down the hall.

Alex grinned as she heard the door close behind them. “Do you think it worked?”

Phase …???

They were just leaving Kara’s building when Nia and Brainy came running up to them.

“Alex! Kelly!” Nia doubled over, hands on her knees and breathing hard as she reached them. She thrust her hand out towards them, bouquet of roses clutched in her fist. “Kara forgot the flowers at CatCo.”

Alex gasped and snatched them from her hand, turning to rush back inside. Everyone else ran after her, taking the stairs two at a time. They stomped down the hall to Kara’s door and Alex pushed it open, all four of them bursting in.

Kara and Lena were locked in an open mouthed kiss in the kitchen, Lena pressed up against the island as Kara gripped her hips, thumb slipping under her shirt. Lena’s hands were tangled in Kara’s hair, pulling her closer in a decidedly non-platonic way. A bouquet of plumerias sat on the island behind them and the dining table was laid romantically with a meal that looked to be from France.

The pair sprang apart at the loud bang of Kara’s door against the wall, Lena ducking her head and pulling her lips into her mouth as Kara moved slightly in front of her as though attempting to hide that they had just been thoroughly making out.

The four in the doorway gaped at the scene before them.

“Well. I guess the plan worked.”

#supercorp #I may or may not have completely forgotten valentines day was a thing until I opened tumblr this morning #so have a hastily written oneshot #a ‘lotl writing

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everythinghotchniss · 3 years

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Close your eyes

pairing: Aaron Hotchner & Emily Prentiss

warnings: angst? I tried okay

word count: 2238 words

Basically what if Hotch sees Emily one more time before she leaves for Paris (inspired by a piece I learnt on the piano)

Also this is my first Hotchniss fanfiction & the first fanfiction I have ever posted so... *hesitates before pressing post*

Hotch looked at his watch. He had been sitting in his car parked in front of the run down hotel for nearly two hours.

The sun was about to set now and he went over the many things he wanted to say to her, the conversation they were about to have in his head, never really finding quite the right words to say to her. He ended up deciding it was not about the words that had to be said but to see her, alive. After her funeral he had to make sure for himself that she was still living, breathing, somewhere at least.

Seeing her was the only thing on his mind when he entered the hotel.

He tentatively knocked at the door and could hear rustling behind it, a scrap as someone checked the peep hole and a small gasp. He heard her unlock the door and open it.

His first thought was that she had changed her hair. The bangs she usually wore were clipped away from her face. He quickly discarded that thought, he knew she had been in Bethesda for nearly a month. She looked tired, he decided, wearing a dark jumper that he was sure was at least two sizes too big for her and black leggings.

“Can I come in?” Hotch asked after they stared at each other for a while and she nodded slowly, opening the door for him. He looked around the room when he heard her fasten the multiple locks on the door. She wordlessly poured two glasses of scotch and gestured to the small couch.

“How did you find me?” Emily asked him and his eyes widened at the new rasp in her throat. He hadn’t heard her voice in so long, it started to feel unfamiliar, becoming a foreign melody of something he was sure he would never forget.

“JJ. She told me you were staying here until you leave.” He said quietly and she nodded, downing her drink. She poured herself another one and kept her eyes on the small table in front of her.

“Why are you here?” She asked when she found the silence between them overwhelming. There were too many words that had to be spoken even if she wanted to leave the sentences unsaid.

“I wanted to…I had to see you.” He replied running a hand over his face. “Emily, what happened in Boston…” He trailed off and she closed her eyes at the memory, Ian Doyle’s icy blue eyes once again invading her mind.

“You want to talk about him?” She asked and he sighed.

“I- I really don’t know. Why did you do it?” She nearly laughed at his question.

“Which part of it? Sleeping with an international arms dealer and terrorist or deciding to take him out by myself?”

“Either. Both.” He replied and bit she her lip.

“Why are you really here?” She asked and he looked up, trying to find her eyes at the familiarity of her question. He remembered the last time he heard those words from her, even then she could right through him.

“The last time I saw you, you flatlined in the ambulance. I didn’t want my last memory of you be you dying.” He said quietly and she swallowed.

“But I’m already dead, Hotch. Emily Prentiss died. You attended my funeral.” She stated as if it were a fact. Her voice was sure, unwavering and he did not miss how she spoke of herself in third person.

“JJ mentioned that as well?” He asked her after a moment of silence and she shook her head.

“She didn’t have to. I know how these types of things work. How is everyone?”

“You don’t want an answer to that.” He told her and she smiled sadly. She knew he would evade that question, she still had to try. They were her family after all.

“How’s Jack?”

“Well, he thinks you’re on a secret mission for the government so he can’t talk to you I couldn’t…not with the possibility of you coming back some day and not so soon after Haley died.” He emptied his glass and she refilled it with a small nod. “He actually joined one of those kids soccer teams. I’m coaching.”

“You? A soccer coach?” Her eyes lit up and he nodded.

“Well I try my best. He’s doing great at school, I still read to him every night. He says that you’re better at doing the voices. He misses having ‘his Emmy’ around.” She smiled at that.

“I miss him too. Just promise me he won’t start talking to a candle instead of me, okay? I may be dead but I don’t want to be that dead.” She saw the corners of his mouth twitch at that and she smiled at him.

“I’ll make sure of it. I’ll get him to talk to a picture of you instead.”

“I’m glad you haven’t lost your sense of humour with all of this. How are you, Aaron? And don’t give me that I’m fine bullshit, how are you really?” She asked him and he stiffened at her question.

“I’m…I wish you’d still be around. Since Foyet, you’ve always been a constant in my life, before that even. I never thought I’d have to do this without you.” He confessed and she nodded solemnly.

“Promise me you’ll find someone, yeah? Don’t let me become the reason that you start locking yourself away. I could never forgive myself.” She brushed his hand with hers softly and he interlaced their fingers, brushing his thumb over her short nails.

“Emily…” He began and she shook her head.

“No, Aaron, please. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back. Do this, for me. Say it.” She insisted and he nodded.

“Fine. I promise.” She knew he was lying, the small thing he did with his eyebrow always was a dead giveaway to her, even before they started dating. Emily decided to ignore it, put on a brave smile for his sake and leant closer to him.

“When do you have to go?” She whispered and felt his grip on her hand tighten involuntarily. She swallowed, she already knew whatever he said would be too soon.

“I wish we had longer.” He answered, the small break in his voice

“Me too. Remember the first time we met?”

Aaron had to smile at the memory. The first time he saw her she was 19, wearing a worn out leather jacket over a red skin tight dress, with a cigarette between her lips and a bottle of vodka in her hands. Her mother had ordered him to find her daughter, that she was probably hiding up on the roof again. And he found her.

“I remember. You tried very hard to convince me that The Cranberries are the best band in the world, far superior to The Beatles. And then you told me about how you used to sing in a band to piss of the ambassador and if Yale didn’t work out you would become a rockstar.” He smiled fondly at the memory and heard her laugh next to him at the naivety of her young self.

“I thought I had everything figured out back then. Funny how things change. I’ve always thought that one day I’d settle down and marry, have the 2.5 kids and own a house in the suburbs with a wrap around porch and a white picked fence.” Emily shared and he nodded.

“I know, you told me on that evening. When I observed that even though you act rebellious, all you want to do is fit in you told me that I should think about going into profiling rather than white collar. I guess you knew me better than most people, even back then.” He reminisced and she smiled, she couldn’t remember saying that.

“Pity I can’t remember much more about the evening, I was well into that bottle of vodka before you arrived.” She told him and he had to chuckle at that. He wished he didn’t remember every word she had said as if it were scorched into his mind. Over the years he had lost count of many times he had thought of the dark haired girl since then, quoting Tolstoy in its original Russian, passion lighting her eyes.

“It was a lifetime ago.” He simply replied and she nodded.

He was right. When they first met, he had just proposed to Haley and everything they talked about were wedding venues and cake tastings and honeymoon destinations. He thought he would spend his whole life with Haley, working a 9 to 5, becoming the happy family he had always wished for as a child. She was right, things had definitely changed since then.

“I can hear you thinking.” Emily said quietly, squeezing his hand that was still interlaced with hers.

“It’s not important. I’ve got something for you.” He told her and reached into his suit jacket to hand her a CD. She furrowed her brows to make out the album cover in the darkening room and she had to laugh.

“The Beatles White Album?” She asked him and he nodded.

“It’s my copy. If you ever want to think of me, chances are I’ll probably be listening to The Cranberries, thinking of you. I know how much you love the song Blackbird and the CD is small enough to take with you. I’m sure you can’t take many other personal possessions.” The truth was that Aaron was sure he didn’t even have to listen to her music to remember her. He would think of her every time he walked into the bullpen, just looking at the now empty desk. He thought of her every time he could make out the stars in the night sky, remembering how patiently she had explained some constellations and the stories behind them to Jack one evening. He thought of her only yesterday morning when he buttoned up the light blue shirt she once said suited him the best and then again only moments later when he chose the red tie to go with it.

“I can’t take this.” Emily voiced the first thought that came into her mind and he shook his head.

“Yes you can. Return it when you get back.” Hope laced through the words he just uttered, a hope that she would return before he even started to miss her. She understood what he did and again decided to let him.

“You know Em, I never got to tell how much I-“ She broke him off before he even got to finish the sentence.

“Don’t. I already know. Me too.” Emily would tell him when she got back, she thought. The three cursed words that had danced around in her mind, taunting her, these last couple of months. They were a painful reminder of the many times she whispered them to Ian, no Doyle, during her time undercover. She would tell Aaron someday. But not today.

When the sun had completely set, darkness had engulfed them both and she knew that he would have to leave soon. She pushed the thought away, leaning in closer to him, trying to remember everything she could. The way his hand felt in hers, the way she could pick out his cologne from a whole crowd. The patterns her always traced on the back of her hand, mirroring the small movement he made with his hand when he was deep in thought. She rested her head onto his shoulder and she made herself remember how well they always seemed to fit.

“I don’t want my last memory of you be you leaving.” Emily whispered into the terminating darkness hotel room.

“Close your eyes.” Aaron said quietly and she did.

She focused on the way his lips brushed hers softly, how his hand tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand rested for a moment too long on her jaw, taking his time to brush the tear that had fallen from eye away with his thumb. She took a deep breath when his hand left her face but decided to keep her eyes closed. He was glad she did. He never wanted her last memory of him to be him crying for her.

She decided not to hear the creak of the floorboards under his feet. She all but ignored the small gust of wind she felt on her skin as the door was opened and closed. The intensity of his cologne that had surrounded her mere seconds ago was now beginning to fade away and her eyes fluttered open.

Just like that he was gone.

And Emily Prentiss did what she always did: seal the small box in her mind labelled Aaron Hotchner.

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It was silly, she thought the next day as she boarded the plane, she always thought that the next time she would fly to Paris, she would do so to show the city to him.

“Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.” - Michael Simkins

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds #is this angst?

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years

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okay so i kinda got carried away with this one??? i just really love this idea and how freaking fluffy it is! so thank you for submitting it @peachy-yabbay! 😊 also lowkey im sorta falling in love with kaminari?? like he’s so fun to write and i had a smile the entire time. anyway i rlly hope you enjoy!

Feel free to request more here. I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons 💖

Also, I have a yoga fic already posted with bakugou x fem!reader so if this doesn’t satisfy your need of bakugou being a flexible pretzel and failing you can read more here 😂

Bakugou Katsuki

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

like Bakugou prides himself on going to the gym everyday, but he focuses on strength training and muscle building

the art of flexibility takes time, effort, and perseverance

he gets super frustrated when he can't get the splits in 2.5 seconds

“Careful or you might pull something.”

he ignores you ofc bc for some reason he thinks he’s gonna get the splits if he just - forces himself???

“seriously, Bakugou, don’t push so much-”

“Shut up I know what I’m - OW SHIT FUCKING HELL”

poor bby is on the ground cradling his thigh bc he pulled his hamstring

And lemme tell you THAT SHIT HURTS 😭

he’s literally screaming bloody murder

-like he’s faced a lot of pain from hero training but pulling your hamstring is just so. much. worse???

you grab an icyhot pack (aka you grab Todoroki lol) but Bakugou’s just like “hell no fuck off half n half”

“Must be bad. I heard you crying from downstairs-”

“I SAID FUCK OFF” Todoroki shrugs and leaves.

you roll your eyes at Bakugou’s stubbornness and grab some muscle balm instead

“Tch. I can do it myself” but you ignore him and rub the balm on his thigh, he doesn’t fight it

after that whole fiasco he finally listens to your warnings when you tell him that's enough

he’s in the splits in a little over a month!

“Oh my god, Bakugou, you’re doing it!”

“Tch. I know.”

you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he goes up to you later and shoves something in your hands

“Um. What’s this?”

“A movie ticket” you stare at it blankly, he rolls his eyes

“I’m taking you to the movies tonight, dumbass.”

“Like a date?” you stare up with hopeful eyes

“The fuck? No! As payment.”

you blink, clearly confused

“You know… for helping me with my stretches.”

Oh.

you blush in embarrassment at the misunderstanding

“I’ll meet you out front at 7. Don’t be late.” he walks off, but before he reaches the corner he stops-

“Ugh fine! It’s a date! Happy!?”

you erupt in the biggest smile

he wants to be the only one to make you smile like that from now on

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is impressed with how flexible you are, and you’re quite surprised when he asks you to help him

the most aloof - and handsome - guy in your class you’ve barely spoken TWO words to has come to you for help??? is this a dream? someone pinch you 👀

but there you are, the next day in his dorm, gently pushing his hips down

Todoroki’s working on his warrior/scorpion pose (ya’ll there's so many names for this pose jfc the one where you’re standing on one leg, back arched, and you’re holding the other leg above your head)

he’s sweating and breathing heavily, and when you go to steady him, you actually burn your hand on his bicep.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

he’s hovering over you the next second, you show him your hand, a blister already forming

“Damn it. I still have trouble controlling my left side,” he looks away from you, clenching his fists, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you blow cool air on the wound to stop the tingling, “all better,” you smile up at him

“Here, let me,” he pulls his shirt up to reveal his stomach and places your hand on the right side. You sigh in relief as your hand is instantly cooled.

Uh oh.

you realize where your hand is currently pressed against 😳

you’re so tempted to trace along the hard contours of his abs

“Y/N? You’re burning up.” he touches your cheek, your heart doing somersaults at the closeness

“Oh-kay, that’s enough for today!” you squeak, running away from a thoroughly confused Todoroki

Todoroki shows excellent progress in just a couple weeks. He says it’s because he has a great teacher, but you know it's his work ethic and how he listens to your advice and applies it flawlessly.

He’s even gotten better at controlling his left side since he’s constantly relaxing his muscles to get deeper in the stretch.

it happens during warm-ups before training

Class 1-A goes into some stretches when you see Todoroki go into a perfect scorpion. His back perfectly arched and his leg reaching above his head.

“Oh my god, Todoroki, you’re doing it!” you clap your hands in excitement

“Am I?”

...is this boy for real? lol

“YES” you laugh at his stoic expression

“I see.” He softly comments before going into another stretch.

your shoulders deflate, disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he cracks a small smile and your breath is taken away by the simple gesture. It’s rare to see him with such a soft expression, and the fact that you’re the reason for it sends your heart aflutter.

AND bc he’s totally oblivious to your current state, he goes up to you and whispers, “you’re an amazing teacher, Y/N”

“It was n-nothing re-really it was a-all you!” you laugh awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.

“How can I thank you?”

“It-it’s really n-not necessary!”

“Hmm…” he walks away deep in thought and you’re just standing there like the stuttering mess you are bc how dare he walk away like nothing!?

Mina’s got your back tho bc frankly it's quite sad how awkward you are and how oblivious Todoroki is that she NEEDS to become the captain of this ship stat

She “casually” suggests to Todoroki that he should take you out to eat as a thank you for helping him.

and when he walks you to your door that night he says, “I hope you enjoyed our date”

“D-date?” cue the butterflies in your stomach

“Was it not a date?” You’re pinned by his intense gaze, but you manage to squeak out a “yes!” in your confused daze. He chuckles at your nervousness

“Have a good night, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek

and when you give Mina the details of your date there’s a bunch of squealing from her end and you’re just like 😳 the entire night

Kaminari Denki

“Woah, Y/N, you’re really flexible. Can you put your foot over your head?”

You show him and he’s totally amazed. “Cool! Can you teach me? I wanna put BOTH legs over my head!”

first day of stretching with Kaminari is… def a day you remember

“Ow ow! Y/N, don’t break me!”

“Denki, I’m not even touching you!”

He looks up where your hands are on your hips

“oh... heh” he gives you a sheepish smile

You roll your eyes. How you’re gonna get this boy flexible enough to put his foot over his head is beyond you, but you’re happy it’s going to take a while - it means more time spent with your crush

You spend an hour with Kaminari each day to perfect his stretching routine (It should only take about 20 minutes, but the boy’s got the attention span of a newborn puppy)

“Woah check out that cloud, Y/N.” Kaminari looks in awe at the sky. You sigh, not again

“Denki, we’re not done, get back in the stretch”

“Look Y/N,” he points, “doesn’t it look exactly like baby yoda?” He lies down on the grass to gaze at the clouds

“Oh my god, Denki, I’m gonna kill - oh wow…” you gaze up in awe at the cloud, “baby yoda…”

You and Kaminari spend the rest of the hour cloud gazing

After literal MONTHS of getting on Kaminari’s ass he can FINALLY put his legs over his head.

He calls out to you during a training exercise, “Y/N LOOK I DID IT!”

“NOT ONE BUT TWO!” he points at both of his legs with a huge smile

You feel a rush of happiness because even after how frustrated you were with him at times, you would do it a million times over if it meant getting to see such a pure smile.

“Congrats!” you say, “Now, stand up so I can give you a hug!”

“Um…” he sheepishly looks up at you, “I’m kinda... stuck?”

You roll your eyes affectionately, “the things I do for you.”

You’re about to help Kaminari when Bakugou shoves him backwards giving everyone in class a clear view of his ass in the air 😂

“Hah, dumbass.”

Kaminari waddles helplessly side to side

“Y/N?” he squeaks, “a little help here?”

Later that week he tells you he found a yoga class for both of you to take and you’re surprised. He still wants to spend time with you?

But then he says, “Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I wanna spend time with the coolest person I know?”

You choke on your tea, in disbelief at his words - that was a huge compliment and you know Kaminari is a very open person so you just brush it off with an “Oh stop it…”

“No I’m serious, Y/N, you’re awesome. Like super awesome,” he gives an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck

“I’ve been thinking… maybe after yoga, we can, i don't know... hit up the arcade or something? Or it doesn’t have to be the arcade, it could be anything really!”

You’ve never seen Kaminari this flustered before. He’s the type to brush off his mistakes with a laugh, always moving on to the next moment.

“No, the arcade sounds fun!”

You reassure him and the confident light in his eyes returns

“Oh and Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“Prepare to get rekt in mario kart”

This starts a whole ass play fight about who’s gonna get dunked on when racing down rainbow road

#bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #kaminari x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #kaminari denki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #bnha headcanon #katsuki bakugou x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #bnha fluff #fanfic-me-up #fanfic-me-up request

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justoneday-namjoonii · 4 years

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Don’t Breathe | 5.0

»Genre: hitman!au || stalker!au ||

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of borderline Stockholm syndrome and Lima syndrome, brief mono-phobia, mature elements, manhandling, breakdowns, guns, yandere (? i think ), he thinks it’s cute when she cries, eventually they fall in love, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is pure fiction ok, kidnappers and stalkers DO NOT love you.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was paid to get rid of everyone who witnessed the exchange between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month later, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt. 4.5 - pt. 5.0 - pt.5.5 - pt.6.0

a/n: this is a heavy and wordy chapter so bare with me, we’re almost at the finale! thank you for reading and i hope u enjoy!💖

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When you woke up this morning, you felt nauseous, sick to your stomach. Last night, while you were sleeping, he packed up some basic necessities and put them in his car. He said Yeosang would be by soon to officialese everything and that you could relax until then. But you can’t, you’re head hurts so bad, you want to throw up.

“I was in the other room but I didn’t hear you get up, I would’ve made you breakfast,” Taehyung leans against the bathroom door frame and watches you, you’re dressed and he’s wondering how he missed you waking up and showering. You’re busy brushing your teeth, still wanting to pass out from how bad your headache is, but you decide against it.

“Did you sleep well?” You nod, spitting in the sink with the running water. He tilts his head, already picking up on your change in demeanor. Taking a step towards you, he lifts your chin to get you to look him in the eye, “Hey, I know that face, look at me,” Concern coats his expression and you will yourself to finally look at him, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m just- I don’t know, I’m nervous about all of this,” You walk past him into the bedroom, the beautiful bedroom you’ll probably never get to share with him again, “what if things don’t work out? What if your friend can’t help us, then what?” You sit on the edge of the bed, hugging yourself at the thought, the terror you would endure if this all went south. “I’m scared, I have this bad feeling, it’s making me really uneasy...”

“I know,” Taehyung can’t say he’s never had those thoughts, it plagues his mind too. The thought of no longer having the comfort of each other, the joy in your smiles and laughter being taken, it’s scary. Kneeling in front of you, he takes your hands into his with a light squeeze.

“I know it’s scary, and we’re taking a huge risk,” He tilts his head, puppy-dog eyes peering into your weary ones, “but I promise, I’m doing what’s best to keep us safe and together, alright baby?” He caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand, but the affection makes you pout rather than feel better.

“Hey, and guess what? Once this is all over, we’ll be shopping at local markets to buy fresh produce for us to cook with,” He smiles, trying to lighten up your mood with the dreamy idea, “we can paint whatever we can get our hands on, with whatever paint you want, you can write stories and poems during picnics, we could do whatever your heart desires, we’ll have a new life together,” He thumbs at the backs of your hands, tugging at your heartstrings to get you to smile. “I’ll even get you a puppy if you want one, doesn’t that sound perfect?”

You can’t help but form a little grin at the thought. “It does...”

“That’s what’s waiting for us bunny, we just have to wait for a little while,” He sits up to cup the back of your neck and places a firm kiss on your lips, so soft and warm but short-lived when he pulls away, “so give me a little smile, please?” You oblige, smiling down at him and he pinches your chin with a giggle.

"There you go, that’s my sweet girl,” He stands up and takes you with him, arms wrapped just at your thighs to keep you above ground, “why don’t you go get a few paintings to take with you, while I pack up a few things, and you can wear my favorite bracelet for good luck,”

”Pack?” You sigh, feet hitting the ground when he let’s you go. He slips off the black threaded bracelet and tightens it around your wrist with a smile. “Do you want me to help-”

“You go, I got it,” He holds your head in his hands and kisses between your brows with an audible smooch which made you laugh, “go on.”

With a pat on your butt, you’re making your way out of the bedroom and down to the basement. When you get down there, you realize the number of paintings you have. There are about ten to fifteen finished paintings and the others are unfinished. The little story that’s being written is illustrated in this painting, wonder and lover is illustrated in these paintings. In your attempt to pick a few, you notice the little cushion he got for you months ago. Sometimes, it doesn’t even register to you that once you were stuck down here, fighting and dying to leave this place. Now you’re almost in tears at the thought of having to leave.

But you’re new life is ahead of you, you should be happy.

Leu is facing a political nightmare, there’s a chance he won’t recover from this. Scandals happen all the time, affairs, bribery, on rare occasions, perjury. But seldom is a man of his prowess busted for abetting in multiple murders. There’s no coming back from this. He’s been tracking the phone for a few weeks, and only recently did he realize it was active recently. He completely missed it. When he arrived at the police station, he gave one of the detectives the phone number to hopefully track. He’s been waiting in a room filled with computers and busy interns, just waiting for results. When he considers leaving the room for another bland coffee, he gets a phone call. Looking down at the screen, he sees who it is and decides to answer it.

Yoongi dismisses himself and steps into the hall, “Hello?”

“Jin told me you all found the person who hired the group that killed all those people and took Y/n, is that true?” She sounds hopeful.

“We found him. I can’t reveal too much but we’re hammering down on the search, trying to track the location of the cellphone.”

“I hope she’s okay,” Her voice falters a bit, “there are some sick people out there, I just pray she’s not with one of them.”

He has to cut the call short when one of the tech people waves aggressively to get his attention.

“We just got a location,” The woman beckons him back into the room, “it’s about an hour and a half away from here, in what looks like one of the upper-class neighborhoods on the east-side.”

Yoongi walks over to the computer, eyes skimming over the estimated location of the cellphone. “The phone was traced to that location?”

He’s surprised that your phone would be in such a nice area, but then again he knows what the Hwan Group has been rumored to do. They’ve sold they’re victims to high-paying old men and women who’re looking to fulfill their sick desires in innocent people. It’s repulsive. He can’t help the churn he feels in his stomach when the thought of a person being used like that crosses his mind. In his career in the FBI and even as a PI now, he’s seen some shit. And no matter how many times he’s walked in on dead bodies, shackled victims, bloodied crime scenes, seeing people mistreated makes him sick. But what keeps him doing this is the chance, the small but promising chance that the victim might be alive.

“How long was it on?”

“Not sure, but it was turned on about 2 hours ago and then shut off, must’ve died,” She types a string of letters and another tab pops up, “this is the address.” Promptly, the printer in the corner of the room spits out the paper with the address and she rolls her chair over to it.

“If she’s anywhere, here is your best bet.”

The room is filled with men in black gear, heavy leather boots, and guns on their hips. When Minho gives the word, they all pile into the van and Minho gets in the backseat of his car—he tells the driver to wait before pulling out.

“Shit,” He lets out a deep sigh, dress-shirt feeling too tight on his neck. “he brought this on his self, he brought this on his damn self and he didn’t give me any other choice, right?”

Jimin sits beside him, nodding his head in agreement. “Absolutely, he can’t blame you for this, he knows the price of the job,”

“Doesn’t make it any easier, out of everyone, he was the last person I thought would pull something like this, I still don’t fully believe it-”

“Well,” Jimin interjects, making a thoughtful expression, “maybe he did kill the target and he’s just being hush-hush about it, the girl could’ve put up a fight or- I don’t know, anything could have happened.”

“Maybe,” He takes out his phone, pressing a contact, “but I’m going to give him one more chance,” Waiting for a few seconds, deep down inside he hopes Taehyung will answer. Sadly, the call goes to voicemail and he sets the phone down and sighs, there’s nothing else he can do.

“He didn’t answer, he’s buying time,” Jimin confirms the inevitable, “he knows what he’s doing, it’s best we confront him now.”

Minho pats the back of the driver's chair. “Go ahead.”

He was plundering through the drawers when he found your cellphone stacked on a small pile of books. Assuming he’d be able to wipe it, he tucked is into the little bag along with a few of the books he knew you liked to read. Packing up this stuff reminds him of the night he took you from your house, the night that changed his life. It had been after so much time watching you, learning our lifestyle. He knows now that if he had a chance to learn all of that about you in a different circumstance, like as friend that would slowly morph into something more, he’d take that chance.

The buzzing of his phone pulls him from his thoughts, thinking it was Minho again, he was about to ignore it, but he peeks at the screen to see that it’s Yeosang. Quickly, he answers the call and presses the phone to his ear.

“Hey, I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Good news, the condo is in your name and ready to go. The bad news is, the flights have been delayed due to bad weather, it’s about a 2-hour delay, could be more.”

“Shit, that would happen,” Taehyung presses his temples, “how close are you?’

“About 45 minutes? Something like that. Do you want me to get her to the airport and you drive separately or do you want me to-”

“If you pick her up that’ll be fine but I was hoping for both of us to get out of here sooner than that,” He zips up the backpack and leaves the room with the flick of the light, “Minho tried to call me and I didn’t answer, he knows something,”

“I want to help you guys,” Yeosang stresses, “maybe you could drive all the way and take a flight from a city further down.”

“That might work if I leave right now,” Taehyung mentally flips through his options and the possibilities are starting to grow slimmer in his mind, “you know what, listen out for me, I need to get her ready. I’ll call you back when we’re in route.”

Taking the little bag with him, he goes downstairs and searches for his computer, but he realizes it’s packed away. He was going to see if there were any loose strings that he might now have noticed.

That’s when he hears a heavy knock on the door. He stands frozen, waiting for a second knock. There is a second knock and a booming voice from the other side.

“Kim! I know you’re in there.”

it’s too late, he’s here. Without a second to lose, he runs down to the basement where you’re peacefully admiring your first painting.

All of a sudden, he hugs you and the painting falls from your grasp, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, he’s here,” He goes to turn off the light and you pick up the painting down to put it back, barely registering what he’s saying, “you need to hide while I buy us some time.”

“Wha- What? No, I want to stay with you,” Your hands are shaking and you feel like you’re getting that sick feeling again—this can’t be happening. “Tae, don’t leave me, what if something happens to you?-”

“Shh, it’ll be okay, I need you to hide under here,” He guides you over to the tiny space under the staircase, gesturing for you to kneel down. You do as he says and he kneels in front of you, every fiber in his body telling him to stay by your side, but he knows he can’t. He holds you in a warm embrace as if it was the last time, he always does it like it’s the last time. “It’s okay, just stay here.”

With that, you’re left in the pitch-black basement, curled up under the stairs, and wishing this was all just a bad dream. But the sound of the front door opening gives you the confirmation that this is your worst nightmare coming to life.

He opened the door a few minutes ago, Minho and Jimin had pushed past him to get inside, about ten suited-up guys follow and the door slammed on there way in. With little struggle, they had Taehyung sit on the couch while Minho paced in front of him as his team tears the place apart.

“I didn’t want to do this to you.” That’s the first thing Minho says.

“I can see that,” Tae responds plainly.

“You brought this upon yourself you know,” Minho stands in front of him, hands in his pockets with a cold glare on his face, “whatever the hell you were trying to do, it’s over now.”

Taehyung stays quiet, pissing Minho off even more.

“Do you know what you’ve done to this organization? We’re on the radar because you took that woman. Now the cops are involved, they’re onto us and they won’t stop until they find her. Why choose to go rogue now? Your contract ends in a year and you decide to spend it ruining your reputation? Out of everyone in the company, you were the last person I thought I’d have to worry about, you were my absolute best, and now that’s all gone to hell,” He bites his bottom-lip, getting impatient with Taehyung’s unchanging demeanor, “do you even care?”

He just stares at him blankly.

“Nothing upstairs,” About three guys come from downstairs.

“Downstairs is clear,” The others emerge from the other parts of the house, also empty-handed, "no signs of a body or that anyone else was living here sir-”

“Check again!” Minho snaps, kicking the coffee table across the room with a loud curse, “Look outside, tear the damn place apart if you have to, she has to be somewhere.”

He goes on and on, going red in the face he’s so livid, Taehyung was his favorite. The fussing becomes a bit repetitive to Jimin, so he decides to go off and do his own search, that’s when Tae gets truly nervous for the first time, Jimin has a knack for finding the unsuspecting.

Footsteps can be heard throughout the entire house. You only flinch when you hear a loud thump, like a table being thrown or broken against the wall. You brace yourself, placing your hands on your ears until the footsteps cease. You breathe in and out shallowly, trying to listen for Taehyung. You haven’t heard him once, not one sound.

Your heart drops when you hear the high pitched squeak of the basement door opening. Light slips into the darkroom. Heavy footsteps on the stair-well reverberate against your ears.

He’s a painter? He would be, wouldn’t he? A man mumbles to himself. Peeking from behind the wooden beam that’s shielding you, you see a man with shiny black hair looking at your paintings. You close your eyes and cover your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes from the sheer suspense of it all. Your body is shaking, sweating and the need to gasp for more air becomes critical to your sanity. But you hold it in, you block out the rapid heartbeat pounding against your rib-cage.

“Where are you...” He speaks clearer now as if he knows you’re here as if he knows you’re trying to block him out. Eyes squeezed shut, your curl in on yourself, trying so hard not to make a sound. His footsteps become louder, his shadow appears on the wall opposite of you like a lurking monster, seeking to cause you nothing but terror. In contrast, he hums a little song softly.

If you close your eyes, he’ll go away, just close your eyes and he’ll go away.

“There you are,” You look straight at him and your fight or flight kicks in. You try to make a run for it but he easily grabs you, “hey! Stop- Stop fighting, I’m not gonna hurt you! Calm down-”

You scream but he clamps a hand over your mouth. Squirming violently, you try to bite his hand but he removes it before you can. He fights to drag you upstairs as you cry out for help. “Let go of me!”

When Taehyung hears your cries, all that goes through his mind is that he has to be with you. He darts past Minho to get to you but one of the guys tackle him to the ground. He calls out to you anyway, “I’m here! Y/n, it’s okay,”

Minho’s thrown off by what he thinks is a loving tone, “Keep him down.” He orders the men as he waits for the squealing female to be brought to him.

“Here she is, found her hiding under the staircase,” Jimin emerges with a smile and a red scratch on his brow courtesy of you, “she is very much alive.” He drops you on the ground in front of Minho. On your hands and knees and you look up with weary eyes.

“Oh Taehyung, you’ve been hiding her this entire time, you lied to me,” He kneels in front of your trembling form, head tilted and a hand reaching out to cup your jaw, “she is a pretty little thing, I get it. But if you wanted to keep her, why didn't you just say so? That could have been arranged,” You jerk away, “I just never thought you were the type to want toys like this.”

“That’s not what this is, she’s not a sexual object,” The men pull Tae to his feet and he finally sees you, on the ground, paralyzed with uncertainty, “I’ve been protecting her from you.”

“When have you ever protected a target from me? You take the job, I never force you to take a fucking job, Kim. This is your fault because you missed her and then had to go back to the job, then you watched her for too long and got attached, the very thing I warned you about that when you first joined.”

You look back at Taehyung, searching for some type of comfort in his eyes, but you’re stalled by the painful sting in your scalp, “Ow!-”

“This woman?” He fists your hair, pulling you to your feet. You grasp his wrist to try to loosen his grip but it only tightens, sending a burn down your back tears to your eyes. It’s deliberate torture for Taehyung to watch because he can’t do anything about it.

“This fucking woman should have been dead, and since you fucked everything up, I have to take care of her myself. But I don’t get it, you’ve killed dozens before, she shouldn’t have been a problem, but you got obsessed and she just had to be yours, didn’t she? That’s pathetic.” He shakes his head, disappointed.

“Do you not remember? You signed the contract for 7 years, you don’t get to experience real love in this job, and you know that better than anyone. How could anyone love you after what you’ve done? You’ve told me that countless times, what’s with the sudden change in heart?”

Taehyung looks away for the first time, it’s all true, when Tae signed the contract, he was sure he’d never have to worry about being attached to anyone. He didn’t love anyone, and no one loved him or ever could, so the job was perfect. No worried messages from a mother, disappointing looks from a father— if he has no one, there’s no one to disappoint, no one to secretly hate him. He ruled out the possibility that someone would ever want to love him, truly love him. Then came you and he loved, he was loved.

“She doesn’t deserve to this, she doesn’t deserve to die. She didn’t do anything wrong,” Taehyung looks into in your eyes, trying to communicate to you, trying to think of a way to get out of here, “I swear, if you touch her-”

“Don’t give me that shit, you’ve killed all kinds of people, good, bad and in between, what makes her any different?-”

His sentence is cut short when Taehyung suddenly jerks against the men holding him and he gets free. He gets a hold of the gun and points it at Minho. Your hair is released but the man now holds you with an arm anchored around your neck.

“Let her go,” Taehyung takes short strides towards you two as the barrel of the gun stays square to Minho’s forehead, “you know I’m a straight shot, I could kill you right now,” He cocks the gun, the action making you shutter, “get your hands off of her.”

“You won’t do it,” Minho is already holding it to your head, arm secured around your neck. “if you kill me, you kill her, that’s not what you want,” He shoves the barrel against your scalp and you bite your lip hard to stop from sobbing. “I will kill her if I have to, then this will all be over. But if you put that gun down, and do exactly what I say, she stays alive, I promise.”

“Tae- Taehyung,” You manage to choke out, clawing at Minho’s arms frantically, “please-” He tightens his grip on your poor neck and that’s when Taehyung raises his hands in surrender and he’s immediately brought to his knees.

“Alright! Just stop, stop! She can’t fucking breathe! Please,” As soon as they take the gun, Minho throws you on the hard floor and you gasp for air, coughing violently as you brace on your hands and knees, “do what you want with me, just don’t hurt her.”

“Huh,” He groans, clicking his teeth in contemplation, “since you are my favorite and you’ll probably never see her again, why don’t you give her some love before you go? I’ll give you that at least.”

Taehyung down looks at you then at Minho. “What?”

“I’m giving you a chance to say goodbye,” Minho nudges you with his hand, making you flinch, “hurry up before I change my mind.”

The men are still holding him, his arms behind his back. He bites back tears as you sit frozen, mirroring his pained expression. “Y/n, it’s okay,” He calls for you, pulling against the retrains, “come here, baby,” You begin to crawl over to him, but you’re still hesitant to get near the people holding him, “let go! What the fuck do think I’m gonna do?!-”

“Let’m go, he won’t do anything stupid.”

Once he’s freed, he cocoons you in his arms, his body is warm and his energy is calm as he cradles you close. Minho stops to observe a version of Taehyung he has never witnessed before. He’s on his knees, holding you to his chest as you cling to him. Your knuckles must be white from how hard you’re gripping his shirt. Your eyes are squeezed shut, you’re shaking, petrified with the thought of never feeling this again. You can’t live like that, you could die without this. “T-Tae, don’t let them t- take me, don’t let them take me-...” You hiccup through your sobs, holding on to the little bit of affection that might be the last.

“Shh, I’ll fix this,” He whispers just low enough for you to hear, “I promise...”

You feel his hand go to your hair and he pulls your head back to bring your lips to his—you can’t live without this. He parts his lips, kissing you as if you two were the only ones in the room, as if you’re in bed, heart-to-heart, feeling loved. Shamelessly, you push against him for more and you can taste your tears, are those your tears and his tears?

“My God,” Minho tucks the gun back in its holster with a scoff, “from the looks of it, you’d think he actually loves her.” Minho makes a thoughtful expression, smirking down at Tae who’s resting his head on your shoulder as you hold him tight. He signals at Jimin who’s watching the scene with interest, “Okay, that’s enough.”

The embrace is broken when you’re ripped away and Taehyung is tackled to the ground with loud cursing. You let out heartwrenching sobs, eyes glazing over with sheer horror, “No! Please! I’ll do anything, I won’t say anything about this I swear! Just don’t do this, please!”

Minho dismisses you entirely, more interested in Tae’s reaction. “That’s all it takes?” Minho walks over to him, laughing when Jimin and another guy struggling to hold him back, “Years of training and killing, and it only takes her to break you?”

“Go to hell.”

Minho shakes his head with a sigh, pitying him. “Put her in the car.”

Yoongi is in the car with two other officers ready to give the signal any time now. He knows something is going on but whatever happens, he’s determined to get you home safe. When he looks into the house from the car he sees a shadow pass the front window.

He holds the button on the com. “We’re moving in now.”

It was a blur when it all happened. You were crying and being dragged away from when the door burst open. Officers stormed the house. Guns go off and your ears ring painfully. They rush in and so many people are everywhere—your oasis, your little paradise is being made a battleground. You cry when the man holding you bumped into a vase and drops you near it. He flees out the back door, but you’re frozen, everything is in disarray but the one person you do see is Taehyung who’s being handcuffed along with so many others. He mouths something but you can’t make it out. He shakes his head, you don’t know what he’s saying, what is he trying to say?

“I’ve got her, she’s here!” A man is yelling to the others, you didn’t register he was kneeling beside you.

“Y/n, we’re here to help you, you’re safe now,” He moves to block your view from what’s happening behind him. You don’t verbally respond, but your eyes are teary, breathing rapid, lips trembling.

“She’s hurt! I’m taking her out.”

You’re having derealization episode, or a panic attack, or both. You might be looking at him, but you’re acting like you don’t know where you are, you’re not even aware of the wound on your leg.

Who is this man?”

“Who are you?...” You speak for the first time, and you pear at him with wavering eye-contact, his eyes look kind.

“Yoongi. I’m going to pick you up, is that okay?” You nod after he wraps your leg tightly with his jacket, he lifts you into his arms and carries out of the house.

You can’t see Taehyung, you don’t know where they took him. Yoongi notices how you twist in his arms to look behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone or something, he doesn’t know. All you see are a bunch of officers and Minho’s people being cuffed and shuffled into squad cars.

You’re taken past all of the squad cars and put you in the back seat of a black SUV and Yoongi disappears. A woman kneels down to tend to your leg, when did your leg start bleeding? You frown down at her when she cuts you pant-leg, tossing the denim to the ground, she notices instantly.

“My name is Chloe, sweetheart. I’m a paramedic, I just need to stop the bleeding until you can get stitches,” Her lips are moving, you know they are but you have no idea what she’s saying.

She mumbles to the man beside her, an EMT, give her the shock blanket. With a small nod, the man scurries off and returns with a silver tarp-like material and wraps it around you with gentle hands.

That man called Yoongi comes back and he’s talking on the phone with someone, he pushes back his middle-parted black hair and gets in the passenger's seat. Chloe finishes wrapping your leg and gently puts your legs in the vehicle, hooks you in your seat-belt, and promptly closing the door to seal you inside. This is too much, this wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You start heaving, hand on your chest and body rocking back and forth to soothe yourself. They think they’re saving you, they’re not saving you.

They’re tearing everything apart.

“Wait one second,” Yoongi moves the phone from his ear and looks back at you, the color has left your face completely. Your hands are shaking and it feels like there’s a heater right in front of your face.

Yoongi reaches his hand back to get you to calm down but you don’t even look at him, your stomach aches all too much for you to acknowledge him. “Y/n, breathe, okay? You have to take deep breaths and calm down, you’re safe-”

You kick the door open and you’re expelling any food you had left in your stomach on the curb.

He sighs, quickly unbuckling his seat-belt to, “I’ll call you back,”

“We brought her to the infirmary,” Yoongi paces outside of the room, “looks like the place was being ransacked when we got here, we don’t know who the culprit is but the most important thing is that she’s safe now. When the doctor thinks she can undergo questioning, I’ll head over.”

“Good. The other officers arrived not too long ago, a majority of them won’t talk but they’ll stay in holding until you get back,” Eunwoo pauses, “how’s she doing? Is she all there, are there any signs of abuse?”

Yoongi sighs, taking a seat on the bench. “Don’t know yet, she hasn’t talked much. I don’t know if we should do the questioning today but I’ll talk to her after the doctor talks to me,”

“Alright, let me know when you’re headed over.”

It smells so sterile, you want to throw up again but you settle for staring at the nurse who just finished bandaging the stitches. When she leaves, another woman comes in.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?” She adjusts her glasses, getting a little closer when you don’t respond. “Everything is happening so fast, yeah? I can’t say I know what you’ve been through, but I know you're probably overwhelmed.”

You nod.

“I won’t bombard you with a bunch of questions, I’m just here to make sure you’re physically okay. Your vitals are good but is there anything going on with your body that you might be concerned about?”

You shake your head no, not maintaining eye-contact by any means—she notes that.

“Okay, do you mind if I check to make sure everything's okay? I’ll need your consent to do a full-body exam and I’ll have a chaperone with me, but if you’re not comfortable with that, I 100% understand.” Again, you nod with a small yes when she asks for verbal confirmation. She puts on some gloves before instructing you to sit on the edge of the bed and she goes to get a young woman in sky-blue scrubs.

He’s been waiting for about an hour and he stands to his feet when the woman comes out of the room with a clipboard.

“How is she?”

She holds the clipboard to her chest with a sigh. “We finished the physical exam, and there are no signs of sexual abuse or physical abuse, she’s quite healthy considering. As far as her mental health goes, it’s hard to tell right now. She’s obviously really overwhelmed by everything, this is probably going to be a trauma that she lives with for a while, she’ll need a psychiatric evaluation. I know you’re apart of the investigation but if you want to question her, talk to her to see how she feels about it first.” She walks off to the nurse's station but turns to say one more thing.

“You know, I heard about her in the newspaper, her news publisher has a whole story on her. Thank God she’s alive, not all stories end so fortunately.”

Yoongi walks past her and into the room quietly, you look up at him and then down at your hands.

“Do you feel a little better?” He walks to your bedside, eyes drifting down to your bandaged leg.

“H-...How did you find me?...”

“We’ve been looking for you nonstop. Today we were finally able to track your cellphone, we only hoped you’d be at that location. It’s been 8 months since the day you were reported missing, and for 8 months I’ve made finding you my main priority.”

You furrow your brows, looking at him as if he were speaking a foreign language. “It’s been 8 months?...”

“I know a lot is going on but we need some answers from you. I understand if you’re feeling up to it, but would you be able to come with me and answer some questions for us at the police station? If you don’t feel up to it then-”

“I’ll do it..” You answer too quickly.

Just like that, you’re at the police station sitting across from Yoongi and the officer over the investigation, officer Cha Eunwoo. They gave you a glass of water and you’ve chugged it down. You’re so jittery, your mind is everywhere.

“Y/n, do you know why you were kidnapped?” Eunwoo comes back with another cup of water and you watch him sit back down.

“I was told it was because of a politician who had it arranged that I be killed...

Yoongi writes something down and you swallow, wondering what he’s writing down.

“The house you were rescued from, is that where you’ve been living?”

“Yes...But-” You bite your lip, tears welling up in your eyes, “...I’m not hurt, the person I was with kept me safe, the man I was with, he's not the bad guy...”

The two of them look at each other puzzled, then at you. They question whether they heard that correctly.

“Who? Y/n,” Yoongi begins softly, “are you saying you were being protected?” You nod, pout ever so present on your lips. “Who was protecting you?”

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from saying his name, you shouldn’t say his name. They don’t know who he is yet, and maybe there’s a chance he’ll get out of this. As your mind reels, the two of them watch you, teary eyes laser-focused on the black bracelet on your wrist.

“Can you tell me who was with you in that house?” Yoongi asks again but you won’t look at him now. “Was it multiple people, or just that one person?”

You press your lips, nodding subtly. “It was multiple people?” You shake your head. “So it was just him,” He glances up from his notepad and you don’t indicate an answer, so he takes that as a yes, “did you ever leave the house?”

Eunwoo stands to his feet, stirring curiosity from you and Yoongi. “Min, can we have a word in private?”

Albeit confused, Yoongi nods, following the officer out into the other side of the two-way mirror where the other officers are.

“The hell? She was just giving us some good information.”

“Let me take this over, we have about a dozen people and we need to identify and interrogate all of them. But right now, we need the man who did this to her, that’s all.”

“She might not respond well to that, she’s obviously troubled, the pressure isn’t going to help.” Yoongi glances at you from the corner of his eye. “I think she trusts me a little more, so I should finish this.”

“I’ve interrogated hundreds of victims before, I think I can handle this. You can step in if she gets irate.” Yoongi can already sense how there’s an obvious shift in your demeanor when you notice that Yoongi’s isn’t accompanying him.

“Y/n, what happened to you was not your fault, but the person who did it needs to be dealt with. You were kidnapped, held hostage against your will, and no matter what that person might have told you, there are people who care about you that have been looking for you. You’re a victim and the person who did this to you will not get away with it. The man who had you and multiple others killed is already in our custody, he stands trial tomorrow. Now, we just need to get the others. Can you help us do that?”

You look at the one-way mirror. “Where’s the other guy, Yoongi, why didn’t he come back?...”

He evades the question. “Did he ever tell you his name?” Eunwoo glances at the one-way mirror before softening his tone. “Y/n, do you know his name?”

You frown, looking down at the bracelet on your wrist. “Does my family know I’m here?...”

“Y/n, we are going to let your family know but you have to realize what’s going on here. Senator Leu, who is standing trial today, hired someone to have you killed, but they didn’t kill you and we need to know why. Is he threatening you?... Is that why you won’t tell us anything?”

You swallow, throat feeling incredibly dry, face heating up. You chug down the second glass of water, it only cooled you down for just a moment.

Yoongi watches with a trained eye. You having to talk to Eunwoo alone was not a good idea. Gathering that this interrogation is going to end pretty soon, he decides to go ahead and contact your family.

“I don’t feel well,” You blink slowly, handing going to your stomach, “can I get some more water?...”

“Sure,” He can’t deny you water, but he knows when someone is avoiding questions, “but before I get that, I need you to tell me who did this to you.”

You look at him and like a rehearsed scene, you queue the tears. The discomfort on Minho’s face indicates the foolish decision he made to interrogate you alone.

“Y/n,” He looks you over and wonders why you keep messing with the black bracelet on your wrist, “that’s a nice bracelet, is it yours?”

Wiping your tears, you scramble for an answer, “Yes, it’s-...It’s mine.”

“So, if we ran a DNA test on it, the only prints on it would be yours?... Or, was this bracelet given to you by someone, maybe by the man who had you all this time?”

You lower your head onto the table and cover your face with your arms, Yoongi presses his temples—you’re not budging, but Eunwoo insists. In the meantime, he decides to step in the hall and make a few calls to your job, family, and friends.

“Why does it matter!?” You snap, eyes burning red. “It’s mine and if you want it, you’ll have to pry it off of my dead body, I won’t let you take it off for anything, it has nothing to do with this...”

“You’re making this harder than it has to be, you know that, don’t you?” He reaches into his pocket and holds a fist in front if you.

“Remember this? Suzy said you wouldn’t be caught dead without it, but it was on the floor in your house. Is that bracelet just as special as this?” He opens his hand and there sits your favorite necklace, the one your parents gifted you years ago. As much as you love that necklace, this bracelet is just as special, it’s a piece of Taehyung.

You ball your fist, tears welling at your eyes, you don’t care. “Just leave me alone, I don’t wanna talk anymore...”

He sits on the uncomfortable steel bench, arms cuffed behind him. It’s dark, cold, and dreary, but the interior of this place is the least of his worries. He’s never been on this side of the bars, despite deserving it. The gate slides open suddenly, Taehyung can feel the guard's presence but he doesn’t bother looking up.

“Come with me.”

Without a word, he obliged, picking up his feet with heavy strides. The guard holds his arm tight, leading him through the halls to find interrogation room 12.

“Is interrogation room 12 open?” The guard talks to the officer standing at one of the many rooms lining the hall. The two of them strike up a conversation but Taehyung is listening to the conversation down the hall.

“She’s alright, I called her job and her mother, and Jin,” Yoongi paces, peeking down the hall to see the third culprit brought in for questioning, “there will be a lot of happy people when they find out she’s okay.”

“That’s great, I’m glad, I know the last case you had didn’t go this well,” Jungkook flips through the phony contracts that his recent client was given to sign, “I’m about to leave the firm so I’ll have to call you tomorrow, but if you need me to help with the case just let me know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yoongi bids him farewell and slips the phone in his pocket. The lawyer had helped a lot in the last missing person case Yoongi was involved in, the victim was in rough shape. It was a young woman kidnapped by an ex, it wasn’t a pretty outcome. The shape they found her in will always be ingrained in his memory, it haunts him that he couldn’t get to her sooner.

Yoongi walks down the hall and Taehyung watches him. He tries to do it in a subtle way, but that’s the man that carried you out of his home while he was being cuffed and pushed into the back of a cop car. Anger bubbled in his chest, the inability to call out to you, to take you into his arms, it hurt him to his core.

Yoongi spares him a glance before going back into the one-way mirrors viewing room and the door closes, preventing him from seeing inside any further. You’re a wreck. It only takes a few seconds for Yoongi to see you balling your eyes out as Eunwoo paces around you to barge in there to put a stop to it.

“I know you’re scared but you need to stop covering for that Man. You’re safe, he can’t hurt you now-”

“Hey,” Yoongi looks at him as if he’s grown a second head, he whispers, “stop, she’s completely shutting down. She needs to be physiologically evaluated before we finish this, look at her,” He gestures to you who’s trembling, breathing hitched with our inability to stop crying, “we can’t do this right now.”

He sighs, pulling Yoongi to a corner, “I’m sorry, I just, I hate to know that somebody did this to her and she won’t say anything, her Stockholm syndrome is on another level.”

“The owner of that house had to be the one who did it, just go to the research lab and they should be able to tell you. I’m taking her to the Melody’s Heart temporary safe house until her family can pick her up tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’m going to step out for a minute.” With that, Eunwoo leaves the room. it takes Yoongi talking you down for about 2 minutes to finally get you to stand up and walk with him. You sniffle, rubbing your eyes as Yoongi walks you out of the room and into the hall.

Taehyung is right there.

Your eyes widen and your gait slows, he’s right in front of you. Yet, the only thing connecting you is your gaze, this can’t be all there is left of your love. Yoongi leads you down the hall and you pull against him slightly. He notices your staring and that when the pieces come together. That’s him.

“Open room 12, officer Cha wants to have him interrogated separately.”

Taehyung watches you disappear, he can’t say anything and he can’t do anything. He gets pushed into the room and into a hard steel chair.

It’s sunset, they drove you about 20 minutes away somewhere, you weren't sure. A woman opened the front door to a huge house, and Yoongi opened your car door, helping you out with a hand. He walked by your side and went inside with you to sign some papers. The woman was kind, she had curly brown hair she was speaking to you with the softest tone. She kept saying you were strong, why was she saying that? With Yoongi lingering behind you, the woman that you know now as Melody takes you to a bedroom on the first level of the house. She said they prepared the room for you, there was even a change of clothes with toiletries on the bed.

“Can I get you anything, sweetheart? You’re our only resident tonight, so I’m all yours.” She’s nice but you don’t feel like company, you don’t feel like looking at any more new faces. You shake your head and she nods in understanding,

“Alright, then I’ll be here if you need anything, Mr. Min, I’m sorry but officers are actually not allowed in the bedrooms of the residents-”

“I’m not an officer, I helped with the case,” He turns to her so you can’t see his face and speaks lowly, “I just need to talk to her for a few minutes, I won’t be long.”

“Alright, just let me know when you’re headed out.” She leaves from standing in the doorway and cracks the door and she heads to the surveillance room that doubles as a bedroom for her.

“Do you want to bathe? I’ll leave if so and we can talk after.” You’ve kicked your shoes off, crawled to the edge of the queen size mattress and curled on your side facing the window. “So, I talked to your parents and they’ll be heading here tomorrow but Jin will probably be here first,”

”Jin?” You sit up, wondering why your ex-boyfriend has anything to do with this. “Why?...”

“He hired me to look for you, he’s the reason I got involved in your case.” Yoongi keeps a safe distance, the little camera hidden behind the plant reminds him of the high-security this place has. “Out of everyone, he called the most, almost every day to get updates about you.”

For a moment, you wonder if he has the correct Kim SeokJin. Because the last encounter you two had was so brief, it was a run-in at the grocery and you two talked about your jobs. It was really adult-like of you, you picked out potatoes as you picked up small-talk with an old flame. But there was no romantic love left, that boat had sailed a long time ago and your brief love for wine replaced it. He’s always cared about you, but you never thought he would be waiting for you.

“I have to go but I’ll be back in the morning, do you need anything before I go?” You shake your head, not wanting to be around him or anyone else any longer. It’s too much, it’s too much for you to handle all at one time and you just want to go to sleep. Maybe you’ll wake up, and this will all be a bad dream, and you’ll be in his arms. He said he would fix this, how is he going fix this?...

Yeosang waited for hours, he called Taehyung at least five times and he has yet to get a response. Something went wrong. In efforts to figure this out, he drove all the way from the meet-up spot to Tae’s house. He could tell the place had been intruded on, Tae never leaves his car outside of the garage at night. He pulls into the driveway, right beside the smokey black Audi R8. This isn’t like him to have gotten caught. The passports were ready, the new house was waiting, everything would have gone fine had the flight been earlier. He has to admit, he was looking forward to giving his good friends a chance at a happy life. He only met you once, but the way Tae talks about you, you two are clearly in love. If he knows Taehyung at all, he’ll receive a call in at least a few hours about what happened. He has to come out of this, that’s what Yeosang chants in his mind.

“So you own the house,” Eunwoo paces, coffee in flimsy Styrofoam cup as he takes a seat across from the culprit, “Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung acknowledges him with a disinterested glance before staring down at the steel table separating them. He wonders if you’re still in the building, they were taking you away, but where were they taking you? After he was cuffed, he saw Minho’s men get cuffed but Minho and Jimin were gone. If he knows Minho at all, he’ll be back.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you?” Minho hits the table, causing Taehyung to finally looking at him. “Look, for some reason your record is clean. But if we find out that you were involved in any of these murders and this kidnapping, you’re looking at a hefty sentence. Just admit it, you saw a pretty, successful girl living all alone and you thought, why not take her? Are you threatening her, is that why she won’t reveal you?”

“There’s not a scratch on her, does it look like I threatened her?” Taehyung speaks for the first time, the very insinuation that the nature of this kidnapping was to harm you made him sick.

“So, you did it then?” He affirms.

Taehyung shrugs, expression too nonchalant for Eunwoo’s liking. “You know what, wipe that smug look off your face-”

“Cha,” Jaemin opens the door without warning.

“What?” He snaps. “Don’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

“The chief wants to talk to you, he says it pertains to this case.”

With a resent glare at Taehyung, Eunwoo leaves the room with urgency. Jaemin, however, stays in the doorway, eyes fixated on the acclaimed Hwan Group member that he’s heard so much about from Minho. Kim Taehyung, his record is so clean, he doesn’t have so much as a parking violation on him. If he didn’t know who he was, Taehyung would fly under the radar in his book, he’s that convincing.

“What do you want?” Tae scrutinizes the man, eyes scanning him up and down.

“So you’re Kim Taehyung,” Jaemin closes the door with a soft click, “you really fucked this one up, it’s a shame too, Minho said you were the best. You ruined your record all for that woman-”

“Where did they take her?”

“That doesn’t really matter, let’s just hope Minho can work something out for you, he’s pissed right now,” He shakes his head in and ‘tsk, tsk’ way, “had you just done your job, you and that poor woman wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“She was crying when I saw her, what did they do to her?” He shifts in his chair. “Fucking answer me.”

“Look, stay quiet and you might get out of this alive, that’s all I can say,” And that’s all he says before quickly exiting the room, leaving Taehyung isolated in the cold room, head hung back against the chair. He’s tapping his foot, rhythmically, he’s jittery, anxious with thoughts about you. He promised he would fix this, how can he fix this when it’s so obvious that he’s got the least amount of control in this situation? Hold on Y/n, hold on.

Eunwoo rushes to the Chief's office and without a knock on the cracked door. he steps inside. He closes the door, “Chief, Jaemin said you wanted to see me?-...”

“Hello, Captain Cha.”

“Who are you? Where’s the Chief?“

“My name is Lee Minho, I’m sure you’ve heard my organization, the Hwan group. I know the chief and there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding here. The man you have in custody is a member and he’s only here because he made a mistake and my informant didn’t tell me who was on this case. You know of the Hwan group, the Chief has mentioned you and how you’ve dismissed some cases in compliance with the partnership we have.”

“This is really an HG case?” Minho nods. “The Chief never told me anything about dismissing this case. There were multiple murders and kidnapping, that’s not the typical HG favor.”

“That’s because the man assigned to the job often does high-profile jobs but stays under the radar. Unfortunately, he didn’t follow the instructions of the job. It was a multiple person execution but he had to go back and get that woman because he missed her. He led me to believe that she was dead but I found out recently that he’s been hiding her from me. I went to his house to confront him and here we are.”

“But the pardons I’ve made have never been for HG jobs that involved things like this. He murdered innocent people-”

“My organization has helped get rid of a lot of bad people and my people have worked in situations where cops just aren’t trained in. They get the job done if they chose to take it, no questions asked. Anyone who’s willing to pay can seek my group for help. They’re pawns, and Taehyung was one of my best. He takes a job and he does it, no sentiments attached. But for this woman, I don’t know,” He shakes his head at the thought, “he just couldn’t do it and that messed up everything, his reputation is screwed. Now I’m here trying to clean up his mess, a little. I’m sure you’ve spoken with our middleman, Na Jaemin, he was supposed to monitor this case to ensure things didn’t end up like this. But since it couldn’t be helped, I’m here to propose a deal.”

“Okay, what kind of deal? Because someone has to pay for this,” Eunwoo paces, “her disappearance has been televised and in the articles, she was a writer, people knew of her work from her publisher and they've been anticipating her return for months. We can’t just say she’s been found and then not give them any more than that. People will want to know where she’s been and who took her. Someone has to be held responsible other than Leu.”

“No, that’s not entirely true. We can arrange a cover story and Taehyung can be released to me.” He reasons. “And the girl stays free.”

“What about justice for her? She’s been-”

“Trust me, she’s not happy about this ‘rescue,’ it’s not what you think, she loves him.” Minho recalls the act of affection you two shared and how you pleaded to stay by his side, “I’m sure there are some psychological factors but at the end of the day, they are romantically involved, that’s probably why she’s so apprehensive to say anything, she doesn't want to say anything that might ruin her chances of seeing him again.”

“Woah...wait, I don’t think this is a consensual relationship if it were, why wouldn’t she say anything about is?”

He shrugs, “Doesn’t really matter at this point, here’s what needs to happen; I’ll take Taehyung back because he’s still under contract for a full year after this year ends, he has a job to do. In exchange, I’ll set up the cover story and the two of them can never make contact again, how does that sound?”

“Hm,” He takes a moment to consider the possibility of something going wrong, “them not making contact would put him in the clear and isolate her from any association with the group. That sounds foolproof but what if they don’t agree? If they’re together like you say, who’s to say she won’t rat on the group or he won’t try to find her anyway? I don’t see how we can get her to go back to her regular life.”

“She’ll never go back to her regular life, not really. I’ve known Kim for years, he’s not a monster but that doesn't change the fact that she was kidnapped, isolated from society for months and all she had was him. We’ll have to tell her what’s going on of course, but I doubt she’ll squeal if it means putting him in prison. They’ve said their goodbyes, it’s not a love story to be salvaged anyway. He doesn’t have a family he has very few friends and he has a ton of money, a huge house in a nice part of town, he’s got everything.”

“What if he refuses?”

Taehyung broke under the hand of a thing like you, the idea that he is emotionally impenetrable is long gone. Minho straightens the collar of his dress shirt and leaves the room to go deliver the news. “He doesn’t need her, his job doesn’t allow for distractions like her, and he knew that when he signed up; he’ll get over it.”

The door creaks and he expected it to be one of those officers, but Minho emerges with a guard who quickly walks over to take off the cuffs. Aside from the guard who just scurried out, Minho isn’t accompanied by anyone and he doesn’t look like he’s seen two seconds in a pair of handcuffs. He knew his boss had connections in high places but he never imagines it was to this extent.

“I am upset with you, Taehyung,” Minho circles around the chair, hands on the back of it, “you don’t know the strings I’ve had to pull to keep this quiet. What were you thinking? You knew the job, but you deliberately put your self in harm's way when you decided to hide her from me.”

“Had I told you she was alive, would you not have tried to kill her?” His tone bites.

“Probably, but it doesn’t matter what I would have done, you were supposed to do it.” He stresses. “I didn’t take the job Taehyung, you did.”

Tae diminishes a bit, the guilt of it all coming to the forefront of his mind. At the end of the day, no matter how many people actually wanted to harm you, he’s the one that signed up to do it. And it hurts, it hurts because he loves you, you love him and he doesn’t deserve if, but he wants it more than anything.

“Where is she?”

“I think they took her to some safe home, she got hurt but she got medical attention for her injuries. Now that she’s taken care of, I’m getting you out of here. I arranged a deal with the chief and it gets you out of this mess scotch free.”

“Okay...What’s the catch?” He knows there’s a catch, there always is.

“Your contract isn’t up, you have a little over a year left with the organization and despite how frustrated I am with you, you’re good at your job. You have to finish your contract.”

“And if I choose not to?” He asks daringly.

“If you choose not to, any immunity you have from the law because of the organization goes away, that will most likely land you in prison. But if you finish, your record stays clean.”

Tae doesn’t have to weigh his options to make a decision, but Minho hasn’t mentioned you. “What about Y/n? Will she be safe under this deal?”

“Of course, a cover-up story is arranged and she gets to go back to her everyday life,” He grins, “everyone's happy.”

A glimmer of hope comes to his eyes. “Then I can be with her, and no one will know about the kidnapping?”

“Oh, no. She’s staying here and you’re being transferred to the Europe division of the organization, you’ll reside in Bordeaux, France and travel throughout Europe for jobs. The deal is that you never see her again, it guarantees there can be no association between you two.”

“What? No, no...I can’t do that, I love her, she means everything to me. I won’t leave her, not without an explanation. We were gonna leave before you showed up, make a new life with all of this shit behind us,” His nose burns and he bites back a tear, “I-...I wanted to marry her one day, I can’t just leave her here.”

“You don’t have a choice, your flight leaves in the morning if you’re lucky they’ll let her out and you might be able to say goodbye one last time. Come on, we need to get out of here, you have to pack up. Do yourself a favor and try to forget about her, she’ll eventually do the same.”

This can’t be it, this can’t the end everything he’s built with you. He promised he would fix this, how can he fix this if he’s on the other side of the world? The thought of going to get you and running came to mind, but he can’t make you live like that, on the run like outlaws, he loves you too much. He has to fix this but you’ll have to wait. His heart aches, he knows you’re probably alone and confused. This is all my fault, this is my fault.

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Against all odds - 2.11 + 2.12

For everyone who’s waiting for it ( @willkatfanfromasia maybe?), here are the next chapters. I decided to post two at a time, I hope you like them.

Thanks for your comments, reblogs and likes!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x ofc Summary: Date night! Warnings: not really…mentioning of sex, dick size, masturbation…

Beta by the wonderful @hell1129-blog Thank’s again for your help!

Part 2.1, Part 2.2, Part 2.3, Part 2.4, Part 2.5, Part 2.6, Part 2.7, Part 2.9, Part 2.10

Against all odds - 2.11/2.12

Milton was absolutely right with his prediction of Henry’s upcoming week. It was hard and it was very lonely. Of course they stayed in touch by WhatsApp, but Anna’s days were packed with meetings and presentations so they didn’t chat as much as usual. So besides going to his rehearsals at the Royal Shakespeare Company -which went really well and were a welcome distraction- he didn’t do much but think about her, missing her awfully. He had stopped listening to her playlist after two days because he started feeling guilty for jerking off to these songs, taking her in the smuttiest ways in his imagination. It felt like objectifying her, like experiencing something in his fantasies he should only experience with her in real life. One on one. Together. So there was a lot of bottled-up energy and tension he tried to relieve by working out even more than usual. Running, weight training, riding, cardio on the elliptical or the rowing machine, playing hide and seek with Kal in the woods. He did everything possible to be completely knackered by the end of the day so he would fall asleep immediately before starting to torture his brain with thoughts of Anna and Milton Arnold alone in Brankhurst Castle.

And then on Thursday he got a text from her that turned frustration into anticipation.

“Hi Henry. You know I’ll be back tomorrow night and I was wondering if you might want to come over for dinner on Saturday.”

Woo-hoo…that sounded promising.

“Are you asking me out?”

The time it took her to answer seemed to expend to infinity.

“Yes, I’m trying to. So please don’t turn me down.”

Her insecurity was adorable.

“I never would. You know I can’t resist you. So dinner sounds good. What’s on the menu?”

“Pasta all’ amatriciana maybe? I know you like it hot and saucy 🔥💦”

To his big relief the flirty tone of their last phone call had carried on in their WhatsApp chats since then which meant that she hadn’t changed her mind about opening up to him. And he was willing to make the most of it.

“You know how to make a man happy, Baby. And what’s for dessert? 😏”

“Tiramisu and if you’re a good boy you’ll maybe get an extra treat 🍬”

“I’ll be an angel! Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Well then… I’ll see you around, Cavill.”

And with these words the countdown started for both of them.

Henry literally counted down the hours till their date. He went to the barber’s to get a little trim. He shaved his beard so it would have the perfect two day’s growth on saturday night. Clothes were no problem. Jeans and a shirt would do. He even put a condom in his wallet - just in case. He really racked his brains over that topic. Would this date end with sex? The thought made him quite nervous. Usually he didn’t really think about it too much. He just did it and up to now -as far as he knew- he had never disappointed.

But still, he wondered if Anna would like his equipment and the way he used it. He knew about the rumours on the internet about his dick. Nine inch? Ten inch? He often wondered where this came from. Sure, he was above average, but ten inch? That was a fairy story. Did Anna know about these rumours? Maybe she would be disappointed when he couldn’t come up to her expectations. Or maybe the expectation of 10 inch scared her and she wouldn’t even want to do a reality check. However, he couldn’t do much but wait anyway. So he tried to stay calm and relaxed.

When the big day had finally come, Anna was a nervous wreck, spending half the day making herself look best possible by doing scrubs, face packs and intensive hair treatment. Removing every unwanted hair from her body, she shaved and waxed and plucked till she felt like a naked mole rat. She put on her makeup and got dressed, wearing her sexiest lace underwear, including suspenders and stockings. Due to her height she hated wearing tights that were always much too short for her long legs. A plain black fifties style dress completed her look and when she saw her reflection in the mirror she almost felt pretty.

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An hour before the date Anna rushed around preparing the sauce and finishing the tiramisu, setting the table with her best porcelain on a fine table cloth, decorating everything with flowers and candles.

Henry arrived on the dot, standing on her doorstep with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine, being just the gentleman he was. He looked fantastic and once more Anna was knocked back by his absolute gorgeousness. The curly hair, the unbelievably blue eyes, the charming smile his sexy lips formed. Not to mention his hot, fit body, hidden underneath a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt.

“Hi.” she said, sounding shy. Somehow she managed to look him in the eyes.

“Hey Honey”. Henry seemed insecure too. Smiling sheepishly he gave her the flowers. “For you.” “Thanks. Why don’t you come in. Take a seat, while I’m putting these in a vase?”

“Sure. You look really wonderful tonight.” he said and it was a huge understatement. The truth was she looked so absolutely breathtaking, it left him almost speechless.

After a few quite awkward minutes both of them started to loosen up and from that point on the evening went very well. Better than Anna had imagined. The food tasted great and after a week apart they had a lot to talk about. Drinking wine, they were chatting and laughing and flirting and everything seemed perfect till that stupid moment when everything went down the tube.

“So you really enjoyed your time at Brankhurst, didn’t you?” Henry smiled, already feeling a little tipsy.

“Absolutely. The consultant gave me a lot to think about. Some really good ideas that we could translate into practice here at Braxton. And spending a little time with an old friend was wonderful too” Anna explained.

“That’s what he is to you? A friend?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Nothing more?”

“No. Nothing more.” Anna replied, shaking her head, raising one eyebrow slowly. She didn’t like the implication.

“Ok. It’s just… I mean according to Google his Lordship is quite attractive.”

“Don’t call him that. His name is Milton.” Anna snapped. “Did you really google him?”

“Sure. Had to do a background check on the guy you were about to spend so much time with.” Henry grinned but Anna’s expression remained still.

“Is that so?”

“Listen, it’s just… I thought you and him…that might be a thing.”

“Do you really think I would be sitting here with you on a date, if Milton and me was "a thing”?“ She asked doing an air quote.

"No, I don’t. Of course not. I just assumed you and him might have a history or something.” Henry tried to shrug it off now, realizing he was about to piss her off.

And he was right, Anna was really annoyed because his jealous undertone triggered something in her. Lestat’s jealousy had been one of the biggest problems in their relationship. She had never given him one good reason to justify any kind of distrust - in contrast to him who had cheated on her several times. But there had been no logic in his behaviour, his jealousy had been pathological.

“Yes, we do have a history. And the story goes like this. I know Milton all my life. He’s 3 years older than us, so when we were little Jonas and I most of the time were a pain in his ass but he still looked after us, played with us, like an older brother or cousin. When we were teenagers I had a massive crush on him and he hardly noticed I existed because he was to busy flirting with girls his age. Later at Oxford he finally did notice me. And if you must know. Yes, we had a fling back then. One night, a party, too much alcohol and a foolish game that ended up with sex. This happened only once 17 years ago. And today he is one of my closest friends. He’s like a brother to me and I’m a sister to him. And that’s it.”

There was no mistaking the anger in her voice now.

“Anna, I’m sorry. I know this is absolutely none of my business. I didn’t mean to irritate you.” Henry’s voice sounded soothing and he reached over the table to take her hand, but she got up from her chair abruptly, going to the fridge, fetching a bottle of water, suddenly feeling the urge to literally water down the alcohol in her blood. Not used to drinking, she was a little woozy and hated the thought of losing control.

“"No, no… It’s all right.” she said. “I am sorry. I’m overreacting. The idea of me and Milton is ridiculous anyway.” She added, sitting down again. The anger in her voice gone now.

“Really? Why? He’s not you’re type?” Henry winked, the allusion to their conversation a few days ago obvious.

To his big relief Anna laughed.

“Well, Milton is not a man for only one woman. And I don’t like being one of many. It would never work out. As I said, I love him like my own brother, but to be honest, he’s a cheater, unable to be faithful to any woman. But then again, show me a man who is.”

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“Are you trying to tell me you think every man cheats on his woman? You know I’m am man, too, right? Do you think I’m a cheater?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Experience says yes. But you tell me. Are you? And what about your friends, your co-stars, your brothers. All loyal and faithful husbands and boyfriends? No affairs? No one-night-stands?”

Henry hesitated, because he knew that one of his friends had an affair and that some of his male colleagues tried to get in every woman’s pants no matter if they were in a relationship or not.

Anna took his silence as consent.

“See, I just knew it.”

“No, you know nothing. I can only speak for myself but I am faithful and loyal, okay? Our parents taught us to always play fair. In sports, in our jobs and in love. We were taught respect too, and cheating is the most disrespectful thing I can imagine. I would hate it if my woman did this to me and therefore I wouldn’t do it to my girlfriend or fiancee or wife. I have never ever cheated in any of my relationships. And that’s nothing but the truth.”

Now it was Henry who was pissed by her hidden accusation. This was something he heard often. He was a good looking man, famous, popular, with so many opportunities to meet attractive women for meaningless impersonal sex. How could he ever be faithful. People called him a player, assuming he was screwing around and this made him angry because it was unfair and untrue.

“Ok. If you say so.” She didn’t sound convinced.

“You don’t believe me?” Henry asked in bewilderment.

“All I’m saying is, I heard statements like this many times from Lestat. And in the end it always turned out it was nothing but lies.”

“All right.”

He got up from his chair so fast it almost fell over. “I better go now.”

“What? No. Why?”

“Anna, you’ve just called me a cheater and a liar and that’s a lot to process.”

“I haven’t” she said in protest.

“Yes you have. Between the lines maybe, but still. And I really have to think about this. Alone.”

“Henry, please.”

“No. You know what your problem is? You left Germany to escape Lestat and the shadows of your relationship. But he’s still here. In your heart, on your mind and in your thoughts. As long as you allow him to take so much space, he will always be around no matter where you are. Like a ghost clouding your vision so you can’t see that there are good men out there. Men that would never hurt you, men that would die to make you happy.”

And with that he left her cottage, slamming the door behind him.

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So that’s it. Did you like it?

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Timeless pt. 2.5 - Doyoung AU

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PART ONE || PART TWO || PART TWO.5 || PART THREE || PART FOUR || PART FIVE || PART SIX || FINALE

“Son and Daughter of Business Magnates engaged to be married: Son of chairman of Kim Industries and current COO: Kim Doyoung and the daughter of the current chairman of Lee Tradings Corp was announced to be engaged and soon to be married.”

Those were the words flashing on the screen of Doyoung’s phone, he wasn’t told the announcement was going to be made today. He already knows Y/N wasn’t made aware either.

It was only the start of his day but he already wanted it to be done, it seems like even his personal life is being dictated by other people. He can’t even make this choice himself.

As he made his way to his office, some of his colleagues were quick to tell congratulations on the engagement. He offered them a polite smile and a quick thank you. When he got his office, he crashed on his chair with his fingers massaging his temple.

He can’t help but feel stressed and overwhelmed about everything that’s going on. Yes, he’s been engaged to Y/N for two years now, But with the news revealed to the rest of the world, it’s finally hitting him.

This is his reality now.

Doyoung doesn’t have it in him to be mad at Y/N. It’s not her fault that they’re now in this situation. He did mean his words when he told Y/N it wouldn’t be too bad to spend the rest of his life with his bestfriend.

Bestfriend.

He admits he has not been a good friend to her since they were told about the engagement. He just felt robbed of the chance to have a normal shot at falling in love. Even that was decided for him.

He also felt sorry towards Y/N, it’s not like he’s the only one who was robbed of that chance. She was too. And here she was trying her best to be the best for him.

With these thoughts floating around his mind, he did what he does best when he’s stressed: burying his self with work. It’s his coping mechanism. Finding other things to focus on instead of driving his self mad with constant worry.

That’s how the day passed, Doyoung went through one report after another. He didn’t even notice lunch time was done if his phone didn’t ring.

Incoming call: Kim Sejeong

That was the name currently flashing on the screen of his phone. Taking a deep breath, he took the phone up to his ear

“Hello?”

“Doyoung-ssi? Are you busy right now?” Sejeong’s voice ever so gentle

“I’m still at the office, why? Do you need something?” he asked

“I just heard the news, I didn’t know you guys were going through with it” she almost sounded disappointed. Probably with me, Doyoung thought.

“You knew we were already engaged, Sejeong-ah. Is this what you wanted to talk about?” this time Doyoung stood up and walked towards the window, gazing out into the city below him

“I just thought I’d atleast hear it from you first”

“Sejeong-”

“I know, Doyoung-ssi. I know and it’s okay. I just wanted to hear your voice. Take care” with that she ended the call. It was the last straw for this very long day.

Doyoung quickly told his secretary he’s going home early but he didn’t drive to that direction. Instead he went to someone he knew could take all of his worries away. No one can do that except for this one person.

He haven’t been back to his old alma mater since he graduated. It was good to go back and visit after a while, he still remembers the hallways and rooms he used to take his classes.

It was a Monday, he knew Y/N had a few classes for the day. He decided to have a look around before giving her a call.

It didn’t take long, he was just about to take a turn when he heard someone calling out his name

“Doyoung? What are you doing here?”

He turned around to face Y/N, already feeling more at ease. He probably didn’t look like it though since he can see the worry in Y/N’s eyes. She didn’t have to say it but he can read her like a book,

“Came here to get you, Your class wasn’t finished yet so I decided to have a look around. Nothing much has changed here” He said while looking around the hallway.

“You just graduated last year” she told him with a small smile. The pair made their way to Doyoung’s car, a few looks being thrown their way.

“My guess is you already heard the news” she told him, he can see her fiddle with the ring on her finger. The ring that’s about to seal their future together.

“First thing that welcomed me when I got to the office, where were you?” he asked

“Joy literally ran to me screaming about it” she answered with a chuckle

“Did they tell you they were going to make an announcement?”

Doyoung just shook his head, he was right when he thought that Y/N wasn’t made aware of the announcement either.

“Where are we going anyways?” Y/N asked him, looking over at him with wonder mixed with worry in her eyes

“Just somewhere, are you hungry?” he asked, his eyes focused on the road.

“We can grab dinner, if you want” she suggested to which Doyoung agreed to.

The rest of the ride they were both silent, he felt more at ease. But he can feel Y/N’s stare at him, she probably wanted to ask so many questions.

When they got to the ramen place, they took a seat then ordered

“So what’s this little surprise trip for?” Y/N asked Doyoung. For a while he just stared at the menu, genuinely thinking of an answer.

“Just wanted to get out of the city for awhile”

“You okay? Something bothering you?”

“More like what isn’t bothering me nowadays” he mumbled, he didn’t mean to sound grumpy but it was the truth

“If it’s work related, try and not to think about it after you’ve left the office” Y/N said, he looked up at me with one brow raised. She had this determined look on her face, one she always has when she’s nagging him or telling him off.

“There should be a good work and life balance, just like how you try not to bring your issues at home to the office then shouldn’t be the same way around?”

“I can’t just stop worrying about it” he answered, now the thoughts were back on the front side of his brain. A frown making it’s way on his face

“Well try atleast when you’re back at your place, if you don’t then you’re just stressing yourself more. Wouldn’t be better for you and more effective if you can get some rest at home” she reasoned out

“I’m relaxing right now”

“You don’t look one bit relaxed, Doie. Don’t try and pretend when you’re with me, it’s not going to work” He haven’t heard her call him by that nickname in a while. It was cute, she used to call him that alot when they were kids. Tugging on the ends of his shirt with her little hands and looking up at him with her doe eyes.

Y/N leaned across the table, running her thumb on the space between his brows as if to wipe the frown away.

“You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that” she says, now he’s just staring straight at her

“You haven’t called me that in a while” Doyoung told the girl with a smile on his face

“Huh?”

“Doie” this time he looked up at his fiance, she suddenly looked flustered and couldn’t make eye contact.

“You used to call me that a lot when we were kids” he held her hands in his, finding comfort in the way their hands fit together. The ring on full display, a constant reminder of their current status.

“I still call you that, it’s still your name on my phone” Y/N answered,

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m trying to decide whether we should really just runaway” he told her, she looked surprised with his answer

“Don’t be ridiculous. Where would we go anyways? My backyard? I don’t have a backyard anymore” this statement made him laugh out loud. Knowing exactly what she’s talking about.

“This time we won’t have to go home, we can stay out as long as we want, go wherever we want” Doyoung answered

“We should decided on a date, for the wedding I mean. If we don’t, our parents might decide for us like they did today” he added, their parents would probably decided on the date if they don’t do it now

“Can it be some time around fall?”Y/N asked

“If you want. Sounds good and I know you hate hot weather” he agreed, the girl shooting him a smile

“That wasn’t so hard, should we plan the whole thing?”

“I’ll have to see my schedule, see if I could squeeze you in” he jokingly answered

“Yah, this is your wedding too. Make time for your future wife”

“I’ll give you an hour to present, how about that?” he liked they can have these kinds of conversation. It did put Doyoung’s more at ease. When he’s with Y/N, it feels like he could breath a bit better.

“That’s all the time you can give me? I might have to re-think this marriage Mr. Kim” she asked with a scowl on, he knew she was just kidding

“An hour and another dinner date, how about that?”

He didn’t get an immediate answer, Y/N looking down at the food on the table

“Is this how it’s going be? you bargaining with me? You know you always do that” she mumbles, probably referring to all the times he bargained his lunch for hers when they were kids. But he only did that because he knew she didn’t like her food, he would catch her looking over at his lunch box with a small pout on her cute face.

He didn’t want to seem like he cared that much, they were kids and he thought he would be made fun of if other people knew about his true feelings. So instead he bargained his lunch with hers.

“You always say yes to me, so it’s not really my fault” he said with a smile, one that only shows up when it’s her he’s talking to.

If it was up to the two of them, he still would have asked Y/N to be a part of his life. Maybe a marriage somewhere along the way. She’s the one constant thing in Doyoung’s life that didn’t drain him, the only person that does not ask anything from him and make his decisions for him.

What Y/N didn’t know is that Doyoung was made aware about her true feelings towards him. For now that’s a secret only him, Joy and Y/N. It’s just that the girl sitting across him doesn’t remember it.

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years

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Mommy’s (Not So)Good Girl-17

Inside the box were shiny sterling silver baubles to attach to the charm bracelet he had given me for my birthday.

I gaze at the individual jewelry pieces in awe. There is a heart with the words ‘Baby Girl’ engraved on it, a dollar sign charm encrusted with what looked like real diamonds, and one that looked like a star with flames around it.

Tears fill my eyes as I run my fingers over each charm.

“Dean,” I breathe out. “They're beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you Abby.”

I look over at him to see him staring at me and I can’t stop the tears as they start cascading down my face.

“Do you like it?” he asks, cautiously.

“I love it,” I tell him as I take the bracelet off and begin to add the new charms to it. When I'm done, I hold my arm out, the bracelet in my hand.

"Can you put it back on?"

Dean fumbles as he takes the bracelet out of my hand and opens the clasp. I hold my arm out and he wraps the jewelry around my wrist, closing it back and then slides his hand up my wrist and across my palm.

With my free hand, I wipe my eyes and look at the charms dangling from my arm.

“Ok, I know what the heart represents, but what about the others? The dollar sign and the weird star on fire?” I inquire of him as I turn my head to the side. I’ve seen that last one somewhere before.

“Uh, the dollar sign represents your career. Ya know, finance and shit,” he chuckles. “The star on fire is something I’ve read somewhere is supposed to be used for protection. And I want to keep you protected and safe.”

I look at the symbol and it finally dawns on me why it looks familiar. “That’s why you got it on your chest? Your tattoo??”

He nods as he links our fingers together and pulls my hand up to kiss it. My heart melts at the gesture.

Before I know it, I am straddling his lap, my lips attached to his. Dean moans into my mouth as I begin grinding down on him. I can feel the effects of my movements as his dick starts getting hard.

“Fuck Abby,” Dean exclaims against my lips. “Right here?”

“Yes.”

Dean scoots across the seat until he isn’t behind the wheel anymore and pulls my shirt over my head. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, tearing the fabric from my body and throwing it into the floorboard.

His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs raking over my nipples. I slide back on his thighs and reach for the button on his jeans. It takes some work but I finally get them open and pull his now erect cock from their confinement.

My leggings are the next to go, joining my bra and shirt on the floor. Dean immediately starts rubbing his fingers along the crotch of my panties and I know he can feel how wet I am through them.

“We gotta be quick baby,” he tells me and I nod once before I get up on my knees, pull my panties to the side and lower myself onto him.

The burn is welcome as he breaches my entrance and I keep going until he is fully sheathed inside me. Dean’s hands land on my hips and he squeezes. I take that as a sign that he wants me to start moving so I do, bouncing up and down and sliding back and forth.

“Shit baby. Daddy has missed your tight little cunt.”

“I’ve missed your big dick Daddy,” I whisper. “My toys just aren’t enough”

Dean moans and lays his head back on the seat, his eyes closed as he begins thrusting up into me. I can already feel that warmth, that signal that my orgasm is close. I know he said we needed to be quick but dammit, I wanted this to last longer!

“Daddy, I’m close. Are you going to cum with me? Cum inside me; fill me up.”

“Gonna fill you so full baby girl,” he says as he continues to fuck up into me. “You’ll be leaking Daddy’s cum all day.”

“Oh god! Yes! Yes! YES!” I chant as he holds me still and pumps his length into my body. My orgasm crashes over me.

“Fuck!” he exclaims right before he claims my mouth and I feel him pulsing his seed into me.

When we both recover from our highs, we get redressed and head to the store, like nothing was amiss.

It’s when we get back home that the bubble we have been in gets burst.

As soon as we sit the groceries on the counter, Mom zooms in on my bracelet, apparently noticing the new adornments.

“What’s those?” she asks.

“Oh,” I say looking down at the bracelet. Shit, why didn’t I take it off before I came inside? “They're a Christmas gift, from someone special.”

She smiles at me knowingly and I hold my breath. Does she know my ‘someone special’ is the same man she is expecting to propose?

“Is it from ‘Daddy’? She asks and looks at me, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Um. Uh….yea?” I answer awkwardly.

She looks over her shoulder at Dean, my arm still in her grasp. "Her daddy is playing off the gift you gave her. Does that offend you?"

"Nah," he answers with a smile. "The boy has good taste."

“Looks expensive. Guess you two are getting serious.” Mom says as she drops my arm and turns to begin putting up the groceries.

I shrug and as much as it mortifies me, especially in front of Dean, I downplay the significance of the jewelry. “It’s probably fake. You know, zirconium and glass.”

“I dunno,” she says as she scrutinizes the bangle. “It looks extravagant. Probably costs that boy a pretty penny.”

I glance at Dean in apology. I didn’t want him to think I was belittling his thoughtfulness or his gift but instead I see a look of understanding and empathy. I excuse myself to my room where I gingerly remove the bracelet and put it in my jewelry box before I flop on the bed and sob into my pillow.

He shouldn’t have spent so much money on me. I should have remembered to remove it before we came in. Did he buy it because he cares for me or was it just an impulse buy while he was looking at engagement rings for Mom?

I have so many thoughts and questions and no way to get answers. I guess I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow morning to see if Mom was right and Dean was planning to ask her to marry him.

The next morning, Ben is excited and anxious to open gifts as most of the ones under the tree are for him. I sit in the armchair with a mug of hot cocoa in my hands as we wait for Mom and Dean to come downstairs.

By the time dinner is served Mom is pouting, Dean is oblivious as to why and Ben is upstairs hooking up his new media system. Like he needs something more to keep him inside of the house all hours of the day and night, geez!

Dean pulls me to the side in the hallway while Mom is cleaning the kitchen and asks me if I know what is wrong.

“Dude,” I whisper as I look down toward the end of the hall before looking up at him. “She thought you were going to propose! Someone saw you at Jules & Pearls and she assumed you were ring shopping.”

Dean steps back, with a look of bewilderment. “What?”

“Yea so the new yoga supplies and dishes were like last on her thoughts,” I tell him, trying to hold back my smile.

I’ve been doing that since we opened the last of the presents with no engagement ring in sight; not that I was happy Mom got disappointed. No, I was happy that Dean hadn’t proposed to her. Possessive on my part? Maybe, but I don’t care.

“I never even thought of proposing to her,” Dean says as he runs a hand over his hair. “Abby, there is no way in hell I would do that.” He clears his throat. "Ahem, I mean, I am not the kind of man to get married with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids.”

I laugh at that. “Dean we don’t have a white picket fence and besides it’s only 1 kids. I’m not a kid anymore. You took care of that.”

“Shh,” he shushes me. “Ben could hear you.”

“Ben is in his room with his headphones on playing his video games. Even if he heard me, he wouldn't comprehend what I meant.”

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bigdanteague3 · 3 years

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I was just going to sit back and wait for you to tell a story before I did anything else. A little tit for tat lol. But I have time so I thought I’d continue the Amber story. The short, curvy virgin cheerleader who dry humped me in the bathroom and titty fucked me through her tee shirt. We had just gotten to the part where she broke her leg and our after school groping sessions had ended because she didn’t stay for cheer practice anymore.

She came back to school a few days later on crutches. Hobbling down the halls. In Spanish class, I told her I would miss seeing her after school. She told me we should study together after school. That her mom didn’t get home until 5:30. And she was home alone every afternoon for 2.5 hours. I smiled and asked if we could study that afternoon. She said she really needed to study for the upcoming test....but to wait until 3:30 to give her time to clean up the house. I told her I wouldn’t be late. She had another girl who picked her up and took her home from school since she couldn’t drive. I saw them leave from parking lot together and waited 10 minutes before leaving. I stopped and bought gum and killed a little time. I passed the house at 3:25 and there was no signs of life. I came back at 3:29 and parked. Knocked on door.....no answer. I knew it was the right house. I knocked again. I turned the door and it was unlocked. Walked in and it was so quiet I could hear the fridge running. Hello? Hello? Definitely her house because I see her picture above the television.

Walk down the hallway and look in bedroom one. Nothing, not even a bed. Two more bedrooms at end of hall. Check the one on right...and yes. This is it.

Amber is sitting on the bed, feet on the floor, waiting for me. She was just wearing a black bra and black panties. And the big blue cast. I just stood there for a minute. She smiled. I smiled. Her boobs were about to bust out of that bra. I don’t remember saying anything...almost positive I didn’t. I walked the 5 steps to her bed and kneeled in front of her. We just kissed for a while. My hands up and down her back. Kissing her neck. Kissing her chest....I start unhooking the bra and I pull back to watch it come off and to see those titties spill out. I squeezed them together and licked and sucked. She’s enjoying it. I lift her ass up off the bed enough to slip her panties down a little. Left them on the floor. Everything before now had been in complete darkness so this was the first time we could see anything. She had trimmed her hair down real short and I ran my fingers over it. Gently probing her pussy...didn’t just want to jam a finger in there. Slid it in real slow...she was dripping wet. I start kissing her again as I finger her slowly. She’s moaning.....I ask her if it feels good. She nods yes and starts trying to take my shirt off. So I pull my finger out of that tight little pussy and let her. My shirt comes off. I stand up so my waist is in her face. I want her to take the pants off herself. She works the button, pulls the zipper and yanks them down. Now my boxers are the only thing left. I’m waiting for her to set me free. She puts both hands and pulls them down slowly....my dick was so hard...the boxers forced it down as she pulled. Her eyes watching as more and more was exposed. When they finally cleared the head, my dick popped back up and bounced. She giggled and stroked me.

There was a stereo next to the bed....she leaned over and pushed play and Red Light Special by TLC started playing. She’s touching me and I slip a finger back inside her. Her hands were soft. I ask her if she’s ready....and she wordlessly slides back on the bed.....gets in the center and spreads wide. I follow her and take one last look at her spread eagle...inviting me to fuck her. With that big cast I knew we wouldn’t have a variety of positions...so I got on my knees and put the head of my cock right on her pussy lips. I didn’t go in yet. I just rubbed around the outside. Savoring that last second. Leaning forward so I’m more over her.....I slip just the head inside and kiss her. I wanted my mouth on hers as I filled her little pussy up. Inch by inch by inch....I feel her pussy wrapped tight around me...when I’m as far as I can go...I ask her if she’s ok. She just tells me to go slow.

So I fuck her slow. When I pull back I make sure to just leave the head inside, then I lower back inside her. Again and again...I don’t know what song was playing by now but I could hear her start to pant a little over the music....so I knew everything was good so far. I felt like with her eagerness I might be able to slip a little dirty talk in there....as I’m still fucking her slowly and gently. But very deeply.......I push all the way inside her...buried inside her balls deep...I hold it here and kiss her. I asked her if she liked it? Yes. It feels good inside you? Yes. Do you like my dick inside you? Yes.

As I pull back she grabs my hips and starts showing me how fast to go. Just a steady rocking. I’m not pounding away.......I tell her how good she feels. I tell her how good she looks. She’s moaning now....just a steady noise. It seemed pretty authentic...not a performance. She’s grabbing my ass and pulling me in and pushing me out. She tells me not to cum inside her....I promise her I won’t. She said, “I want to see you cum”........This pushes me closer to the edge, I’m driving deep on every stroke...giving her everything I have. I’m watching her big titties jiggle every time I go in. Her moaning has gotten louder and there’s an occasional fuck me thrown in.

I tell her I’m getting ready to cum soon...can’t last much longer. I didn’t ask her...I just told her that I wanted to cum on her titties. I pull out and get above her...so my knees are on each side of her waist. I squat a little so that my balls and ass are basically on her stomach.....I’m stroking it for her while she watches with a lot of interest. I tell her to hold her tits together....she’s a good girl and does as she’s told.......as I feel myself start to pop I lean into them and just fucking unload. A couple of big streams come out and land right on her boobs.....several smaller streams and drops fly everywhere. Her chest, her neck, her cheek, her bed. It was a mess. But she loved it. She was still holding her boobs together and looking down at the cum. I was still stroking a little and wondered how she would react if I smeared the cum around on her with my dick. I put the head right on her nipples and smeared it around a little. She loved it. She had like 2 big drops on her chin but I kissed her anyway and laid down beside her. It was only a little after 4 so no need to rush home.

I laid beside her and caught my breath...we kissed and she rubbed my dick and balls. Apparently she wanted more? I wasn’t in a hurry to leave...so I laid there and enjoyed the attention. She’s fondling me and rubbing my balls with one hand and my dick with the other. She tries to roll over and get in position to suck on me but it was hard with the cast and the pain. Any weight was uncomfortable. So I told her I could help if she wanted to me to. She told me she wanted to suck it but couldn’t get there.

I got her on her back again and straddled her again. This time right below her neck. I was already getting hard again, but not all the way yet. I just laid it on her lips and let her do what she wanted. She opened her mouth and it just fell in. I fed it to her nice and slow. She was propped up a little on the pillows...her mouth wide open. Tasting her own pussy and my cum....it didn’t take long for me to get fully hard again. My dick is in her mouth and she’s trying her best...I tell her to get it really clean for me....so she’s licking and sucking and she’s rubbing my balls with her hands...

You want me to fuck you again? I asked her while she had about 4 inches of throbbing dick on her tongue. She nods yes. Mumbles the word yes as best she can.....so I pull out of her mouth and go down. Before fucking her I wanted to taste her...so I lean down and slide my tongue inside....still wet....I swirl a few times and spread her legs out wide i tell her how good she looked.....saw her cute little ass....I lick her pussy for a minute before starting round 2.

Round 2 was a lot like first round. I fucked her deep....I gave her a little more dirty talk.....she was returning it....telling me how good her pussy felt....I liked it when she’d tell me how much she liked my dick, it was flattering....we fucked a little harder. More firmly I guess.....I thought it was super fucking hot that her titties, neck and chin were still covered in cum.....she was groaning, moaning, grabbing my ass and holding me deep inside her.....’I like it right here’ she said. I’m rocking inside her slowly....she’s rubbing my ass...her tiny hands squeezing me....round 2 lasted a little longer. But not much. With her talking dirty and the titties jiggling and her pussy being so wet and me being able to still taste it on my lips.....it was hard to hold back. She was really starting to relax and open up.....all smiles and kisses...I’d kiss her every few minutes...my tongue inside her mouth as she grabs my ass and tells me to ‘give me your dick’......she moans and tells me she wants me to cum in her mouth.....I tell her I’m close

When I pull out I almost cum too soon....so I hurry and get close to her mouth. She opens her mouth up wide and I put the head right on her. I kinda hoped she meant to suck me off but there was barely any time. I stroked it once and busted on her lips and tongue. There was still a lot considering this was the second load I had given her. She was eager for it too. She swallowed every drop and licked my dick clean again.

I didn’t care that she had just swallowed a mouthful of my cum...that she had it all over her face....I wanted to kiss her. I held her arms down on the bed above her head and kissed her. I didn’t really taste anything....when we stopped kissing I looked at her and remembered how she looked when I came in. Hair all perfect...bra and panties and looking nice. She was a virgin then. Now I looked down at her completely naked and sprawled out on the bed...covered in 2 huge loads of cum drying on her body. She had been fucked and she liked it.

We fucked non-stop for about a year. She never wanted to be official. She was happy just getting my dick in her regularly. Should I have officially dated her? Like to movies? In hindsight, maybe? I didn’t want to disrespect her but I’m not positive she wanted more. And this beginning part was at the end of a miserable relationship and I wasn’t eager to just jump into another serious thing. We would hang out all the time, fuck hard and that was good enough for her. I guess. People knew, it wasn’t a secret. As far as I know she didn’t fuck anybody else during that year. I did. After this first encounter, she was 100% enthusiastic...lapdances, loved cum, sex in lots of different places, she got good at blowjobs....I’ll give you brief updates in the future on some of the things we did.

She was a good girl who was always eager to please. Like a good girl should. None of the things were as hot as what you did to me. You are always to gold standard. Just thought you may want to hear some other stories. Try to give me a story pretty soon....one about me, maybe? Tit for tat?

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queenmendes · 5 years

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new life chapter || part 2.5 ||

A/N: alright y’all! I decided to do a poorly written blurb cause why not! I’m really loving Shawn and Y/N’s carefree, flirty friendship and wanted to do some more before the next chapter! xxx

Part 2

Word Count: 1,029

“What do you want to do with it?” Chris said before behind you, twirling a stand of your hair in his hands. You decided you wanted to change your hair to something different, especially since the Met Gala was in only 4 days.

“I think I want to go platinum.” Angie looked up from her mac; eyes wide in shock. You smiled big at her. “It’s going to be cute.” You insisted. Nothing is going to change your mind now.

“Okay, let’s go get the stuff.”

Two hours later, the three of you walked back into the penthouse that you rented until after the Met. It made it easier to have the whole team altogether instead of scattered across a hotel. Chris started setting everything he would need out on a vanity while you changed out of your clothes and into a robe to avoid a mess. Chris began mixing and measuring; doing many steps that you had no idea were needed. The only thing Chris let you do was brush out your hair of any tangles. The long process began, as Chris took the applicator brush and smear the mixture onto the begin of your roots.

About ten minutes in, your phone buzzed from its place on the vanity. Angie handed it to you as she passed by. The screen was lit up and Curly-Haired God across the top, requesting a facetime. You accepted as fast as you could.

“Hey.” Shawn’s face appeared on the screen. He looked incredibly. His curls were fluffy and messy, and his dark purple shirt was unbuttoned at the top, giving a full view of his upper chest and signature necklace.

“Hi.” You greeted back, smiling big. Ever since you met and hang out in London, the two of you have been talking nonstop. Texting every day, facetiming most; getting closer every day. You really do enjoy talking to him and he seems to also just as much.

“What are you doing right now?” He asked, looking confused at what was happening on top of your head. Chris came into view and the two greeted each other.

“We are dying my hair platinum. ” You proudly spoke. “It’s for the Met Gala.” He laughed at your eagerness for the upcoming event. That set him into a series of questions for Chris, as he watched that was happening. “What is that for? Oh, that looks crazy! Why do you have to wait so long?” and many more. The whole time you thought it was cute that he was so curious.

“Speaking of the Gala, I need help deciding on my gold pieces.” He said as he stood up and began walking around the room. “Help me please.” He overdramatically pouted.

“Alright, put those eyes away.” You gasped. “Show what you have.” And for the next 20 minutes, he showed you all the jewelry he had laid out for the event. You both pointed out each pro or con for all the pieces. Shawn even modeled some of the rings and bracelets. “Okay, so I think bracelet number 3 and 4 on one wrist and bracelet 6 on the other.” You inputted.

“Yes, that’s great.” He said excitedly, putting those choices to the side. “I like ring 2 and 5 the best. I’m going to wear my feather one with these too.” He spoke and you nodded in agreement. As the two of you continued talking, Chris and Angie were silently observing the interaction. It was clear that there were feelings forming.

“I’m going to rinse out your hair now girly.” Chris said, and began taking out the foil pieces in your hair. You nodded in acknowledgement, but your eyes didn’t leave the screen. As Chris leaned you back into the tub and grabbed the hose, you asked the question that was burning through your mind.

“What is the theme anyway?” You asked no one in particular. You know you should know this by now since it was only 4 days away but still.

“Uhm. Angie?” Shawn asked, having no idea also. You turn your head and the phone your manager, but she looked lost too.

“It Camp? Not exactly sure what that means. We are trust the designer that chose Y/N.” Angie strutted out and you laughed. Chris moved your body to where it was sitting straight up, wrapping a towel around it.

“Ahh, let me see, let me see.” Shawn begged once he noticed your hair was out of the foils and being dried. Chris laughed and shook his head; taking the towel away from your head to show off the newly dyed hair. “Damn, you look good.” Shawn complimented. You smiled and turned to look in the mirror.

“I love it.” You said, turning to see it at different angles; knowing once it is fully dried and styled, it’d be even better “Ha-ha, I’m a Targaryen now.” You giggled, thinking of the well-known show, Game of Thrones. Angie scoffed, rolling her eyes at the mention of the show you are currently watching.

“So, when do you get to the city?” You randomly asked Shawn, now sitting on the couch in the living space. He paused, thinking for a second.

“My flight lands around 4 o’clock tomorrow. Why, miss me already?” He teased. However, you nodded in agreement.

“I do, actually.” You shyly said, finding the lent from your leggings interesting. You did notice the soft look that formed on his face at your confession.

“I miss you too.” He softly said, causing you to look up in surprise, noticing the honest look. You smiled.

“Well, since you showed me London, how about I show you New York?” You asked. He laughed but agreed. Before he could say anything, someone began talking to him.

“Hey, I have to go.” He said after the person left. You nodded, secretly sad he had to go but you understood. “But it’s a date. I’ll call you when I land, and we can set it up.” The two of you said a quick goodbye before ending the call. A moment later though, you realized something.

He said, It’s a date.

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@bensbuttercup , @andibecamethestars ,

@feliciaceciliamariajacobsson

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes imagine #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes x y/n

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Tall Girl, on Netflix

Okay so this movie has been rocking my world for like a good few hours. Mainly over the idea is being a tall woman a subordinate identity?

I do think that it can be a lot of contexts. Obviously there's the whole thing about society just not being made for people over six foot. For example, seating on public transportation (or even private sometimes, like I can barely drive my grandmothers little, yellow Volkswagen bug), doorways being too short or even just door handles not a comfortable height to open doors, beds not being long enough, the list is endless. That is generally stuff that can be applied to tall people in general regardless of other identities.

However with the tall identity it can be seen as the dominant identity in other contexts. When it comes to jobs, those who are taller are more likely to be remembered, when it comes to crowds it is easier to see over people, and when grocery shopping you can always reach the top shelf (I have been asked so many times to grab stuff for people). There is a stereotype that tall people are generally more athletic or have a higher chance to succeed in certain sports like running, volleyball and of course- basketball, but also there's a beauty component to it. There is also that whole idea that tall people are thin, beautiful, athletic people who are ripe for modeling. Which like any stereotype there are some truths to them but there are obviously people who don't fit into those ideas of tall people. For example, me. I'm not athletic or elegantly thin and my own insecurities tell me I am not beautiful but that's a whole other conversation.

However, when adding the identity of being a woman the whole situation changes. Men have the dominant identity when it comes to gender, we know, but also the whole height situation changes as well. Men are celebrated for being tall, in many social situations, like highschool (ugh) it can add to their social status and power. I'll never forget this one guy in high school who was remarkably similar to me in a lot of aspects. We were both tall, white, somewhat attractive, good at school, active in theater and sports (although him a lot more than me), and had similar tastes in media (okay we were both nerds and loved a lot of the same shows). However, in theater he was always chosen for lead male roles while I never had a chance at lead female roles because I was tall (I'm 6'3" for instance, and he is now 6'6"). He also had so much more power than me because he was accepted by our community immediately while I had to fight for my acceptance. In the movie, it showcases this with Stig being able to quickly soar to popularity, while Jodi has to march up on stage and declare her humanity.

The beginning of the movie also portrayed a frustration that many of us tall girls understand well, clothing. The clothing that is available to us darling tall people widely varies on location and our economic status. My tall friend from high school is able to express his gender identity a lot easier than I was able to because stores, even the rural area I lived in had clothing more available to him than to me. Meanwhile I felt as though I had to embrace a 'tom boy' identity because of the clothing that was available to me, which was athletic wear or farm attire- carharts, jeans and a T-shirt. I thought that the movie did embrace that at the beginning, having the main character Jodi wear pants that were short and a lot of athletic wear. However I thought what the movie didn't address was that clothing options for the main character seemed to be easier than most. For example, she was able to find clothing in a store that she could actually put herself into, and that it wasn't too expensive for her family to buy for her. In my experience and because of my rural location I could never walk into a store (that wasn't hours away) and try on clothing and have it fit the way it was meant to fit and reflect the way I wanted to present myself. The closest I ever got was the whole Maxi Dress movement which allowed for a dress that for a lot of tall girls meant actually having cloth near my ankles. But unfortunately that was not for me because I was still too tall for maxi dresses and because of what was available before I had fully shunned feminine clothing at the time. Dunkers was able to buy Jodi high heels that fit her because they were in a urban enough location to have a store dedicated to drag queens- something that couldn't be found in the very small, farmer populated rural area from which I was raised.

What was available to me was the internet, for which I am very lucky to have now, and came at a crucial time for me- again highschool. Through the internet I was able to buy clothing meant for tall women. However what isn't said a lot of the time is how expensive that stuff is. The question came to be, am I going to wait however many weeks it takes for my long pants to get here that I paid $70 dollars for, or I am going to go to the Walmart 30 mins away spend $60 dollars on three pairs of jeans that are too short and limit my wardrobe to figuring out what looks acceptable with rolled up jeans to hide the fact that they are too short for me? As someone who is now scraping every penny to go to college I was going to use the rolled up jeans look and have my ankles freeze in -30 degree weather so that I at least had three pairs of pants to wear not just one. Also, a lot of those websites who cater to tall women specifically cater to tall thin women, something that tall men would probably have less trouble because of 'big and tall' stores (although let's admit they still have trouble). But at least I can wear men's shoes and no one gives me sass for it!

Also speaking of sass about wearing shoes, I found it almost refreshing that when Jodi eventually did wear heels in the movie- no one gave her any sass for it. I have distinct memories about the few, rare, times I would wear heels everyone in my school would tell me, 'why are you wearing heels? you don't need them'. I don't think they should be necessary for anyone and I cry for anyone who they are necessary for because damn they're uncomfortable but unfortunately because of my height I was forbidden from partaking in a feminine practice of wearing heels.

Then there is just the identity of being the tall girl. I think the movie put it well when Jodi commented on how that's what people see when they look at her. They don't see that she more than just her height, only her friends do. The rest of the school sees her as an amazon, a giant etc. And yes, that's something that's never going to change. When people talk about me, they're going to say, "Oh yeah, she's that really tall girl, right?". Yes, it's a physical descriptor, but depending on the person's attitude about their height it can suck. If a person who views their height as negative, then every time that happens, every look a stranger gives to make sure you're not wearing heels or standing on something, or every comment whether it be about your perceived talent for basketball, the weather, or just 'whoa you're tall' can hurt like hell. Especially if all you want is to fit in which is a very common need/want in high school, which is exactly what the show tells us. If you had a big nose, would you like it if people checked all the time to make sure it was real? Or say 'whoa what a big nose?' I dont think you would.

I think the movie also did a good job of portraying the process of acceptance that a lot of tall girls have to go through. There was a moment where I had to accept that I will never wear a size medium t-shirt. I cannot change my height, or the effects that it has had on me. The scene where Jodi looked up how much it would cost to have height reduction surgery hit home for me. I believe that a good portion of us have been there. As I said earlier our mental attitude about the subject can drastically change our experience. By accepting that part of yourself and 'letting your freak flag fly', your entire experience of the world changes. By accepting and owning that I am tall, I am able to keep those comments about how tall I am assure me instead of making me miserable. Jodi is able to do the same thing. I believe that there is something to be said about that because unfortunately there is no other choice. I can't make everyone I encounter to not mention or think about my height, not without making a huge stink about it in a public sphere that won't really make a difference anyway because let's face it. There aren't that many of us. There's a reason that many tall girls aren't portrayed in media because there is less of a demand for it. But unfortunately, we stick out like sore thumbs.

I had a friend that I made in a music festival text me weeks after to tell me that in her highschool statistics class they were discussing heights and she mentioned me and my height. The teacher took it as an opportunity to calculate how many standard deviations I was from a 'normal U.S. female height'. 2.5 standard deviations. 2.5 standard deviations away from 'normal'. I am an outlier, and a lot of women on this page are also probably outliers. After watching that movie, even though it's catered to teens and not my specific genre type I was just so happy to actually have a movie about people like me. People who are deemed outliers. It was the first time I had seen a film of any kind that a extraordinarily tall woman wasn't the butt of a joke or just a comedic factor.

Sorry this turned into a freaking essay.

TL;DR this movie, despite some of it's flaws was an amazing step forward in representation of tall girls

#tall girl #netflix #subordinate identites #holy shit I wrote an essay

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sunshine

«part two»

pairing: holland family x reader / abusive ex! x reader / sam holland x reader

words: 1615

warnings: mentions of abuse, abusive relationship mentioned (there isn’t any details I just want you to be aware is all)

a/n: the second part of sunshine! please be cautious of this chapter if you are extremely sensitive to subjects like abuse & abusive relationships, this story will be containing some of that for this chapter and a few others - it is a defining part of the story. If you need me, please message me, but this is a warning for you so don’t attack me if you chose to ignore it. This chapter is also late so, umm.. sorry about that!

With the gala only days away, spending time with the Holland family was something you drastically needed. The Academy board was holding their yearly foundations gala where three charities were nominated to be apart of the Elite sponsors for the next few months, where there would be shows and tours where people could donate and help raise awareness for the charity - and yn had pushed for The Brothers Trust to be one of the charities nominated.

Being with all the Holland boys was a welcomed feeling. Catching up with Harry, spending nights with Sam by your side, playing made up games from childhood with Paddy and even being dragged to the gym by Tom just so you could give him a run-down on everything you had been up to was something you were beginning to enjoy.

“So, you still with that douche? Casey, no, Corey. Wait no that’s not it, what was his name.. Carmen”

Rolling your eyes you pouted in Harrison’s direction, “Jace. His name is Jace Haz, and yes. I’m still dating him, he’s not a douche”

The boys were all looking at each other and laughing at your response. Before any of them could say another smart comment, Tom’s apartment door opened, and a full voice began bellowing through the apartment.

“Oi, which one of you shits hacked into my netfl- YN! HOLY SHIT HEY LITTLE BIRD! WASSUP”

Twaine in all his soft and towering glory seemed to make a beeline towards you, he pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly at your ribs, unprovoked you flinched in his arms.

“You good?” Came the confused voice of Sam, you just nodded.

“I must’ve bruised my side when I was playing with Pads yesterday is all..” You sent him a soft smile and turned towards Twaine, giving him a bear hug and kissing his cheek.

As the lads all settled into the living area you quietly excused yourself as they began talking about their suits that they were picking up later on that day. Walking into the bathroom, you slowly turned and locked the door. Facing the mirror you began lifting your shirt, softly you began tracing the bruising over your torso. Flinching as memories flooded your senses, you held your breath. The dark red and purple marks were weaved over your skin, none having a distinctive look but all of them made you quiver and begin to shake.

Staring into the mirror you began to question yourself. How did you get here? What did you do? How the hell were you going to hide these marks in your dress tomorrow.. Surely you couldn’t. Dropping the shirt and wiping the corners of your eyes, bracing a smile on your face as a knock hit the bathroom door.

“You good in there sweetheart?” Tom’s voice felt like a whisper as you could hear his weight hit the door. Smiling to yourself, you felt a sense of comfort and safety fall over you like a warm blanket on a winters night,

“Yeah,” was your response as you pulled the door open after unlocking it, smiling at his kind expression, “I’m good. We should leave to go and pick up your suits, Brody should be round soon to take me to the city.. and I wanna see just how handsome my boys are all going to look for me tomorrow”

Finishing your words, you slid your arm around Tom’s waist and kissed his shoulder, he simply kissed your temple as you walked together back into the living room. Quick to join the conversations and ignoring the weight you felt in your chest.

*next day*

Walking through the halls and passing the room at the hotel where the gala was being held, you smiled at the passing faces. Final touches were beginning to come to life as you continued on your way, coloured balloons matching the charity banners and glasses being polished. This gala was going to be one for the ages, you could feel it.

Arriving at room 304 you began knocking on Stacey‘s door. Stacey was the claimed beauty guru of the Academy, she was responsible for all of the hair and makeup of the Elite team and the coaches outward appearances. She opened the door with a wide grin and her makeup belt strapped across her chest. Ushering you into the room, you sat on the chair and begun the task of gala prep.

Within 2.5 hours your hair was styled complimenting your facial structure and your makeup with an alluring eye was finished. Moving towards the dress of the evening, you faltered. It was a two piece dress, the skirt falling in pleated waves that matched with a elongated tubed top that held you in all the right places. You knew that the gap would be big enough to show the bruising, not enough to show the worst but enough for questions.

“Angel, put it on.. no getting shy now, come on” Stacey’s voice filled your ears, all of your fears began coming to the surface. Your breathing started to fall heavier, your chest beginning to rise and fall at an uneven pace.

“I- I don’t know if I can.. Stacey you won’t understand, if you see me in it…”

Your hands and voice were wavering.. Stacey pulled you into her chest, she cradled you, and lifted your head to look into her eyes.

“I know..” You pulled away, avoiding her eyes, fighting her grip and not wanting to believe her, but she held you tighter, shushing you. “It’s okay, it’s all okay Angel.. I know, I’ve known for a while, we can hide it. Any of it. I promise”

Nodding you walked towards your dress, taking a final glance at her, you walked into the bathroom and put it on.

Standing as Stacey gathered the makeup to cover the discolouration, you were lost in your own world, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The door opened as you were about to ask Stacey what accessories you should add to the outfit to make it pop more, a voice broke the spell you were enchanted in..

“What the fuck..” Sam’s voice made your head spin towards his body.

He stood wearing his suit, the jacket was open revealing the slightly tight dress shirt underneath. His dark brown, near black slacks we perfectly fitted to his legs, he had a simple sunflower in one hand, and a pocket square the same shade as your dress sitting there for show too.

“Sam..” Blinking, his name was all that could escape your lips. You knew he could see the bruising, the discolouration that was in more than one spot on your exposed skin.

“That’s why you flinched when Twaine hugged you isn’t it. You didn’t get those playing with Paddy, he’s always been too scared he could actually hurt you. Where did you get them. Answer me. Where did you get them!” Sams voice was growing in strength, his face beginning to turn red. He was worried, scared for you. He needed to know what happened. He had an idea but he didn’t want it to come true. He didn’t want to believe it.

“He did it, didn’t he..” it was barley a whisper but you heard it, closing your eyes, you knew you couldn’t hide from him. Not now.

“Sam please.. not now.”

He shook his head in disbelief, you couldn’t even deny his claims.

“What the hell do you mean not now! If not now, when. Tell me, when were you going to tell me. Were you ever?”

Sam felt like he was losing his mind, he was meant to protect you. From ever monster, ever bad thing in the world. He swore he would..

You walked towards him, all that could be heard were the sounds of your heels clicking on the floor, Sams deep breaths and the swish of your skirt. Holding his face you stared straight into his eyes,

“I promise, I will tell you everything. Answer all the questions you want but please, bear please. Not tonight, not now. I’ve got to go out there and put a smile on my face and I know I can’t if you’re not okay.”

Sam couldn’t believe his eyes, here you were. The most loving, giving and selfless person he knew, in so much pain. He could see the pain that lay behind your eyes, the worry in the crease of your forehead. He knew that you were hurting, scared and broken but you needed Sam to be okay..

“Jace is hurting you and I swear, I swear to you. I will make him pay. Please tell me you are not going back to him.”

Sam’s eyes held so much love for you, his voice conveyed more emotion that you had ever heard before.

“It’s more complicated than that.. wait. Sam wait,” you pulled him back to you as he began to walk away from you.

“I need you. Please. I know it’s selfish and I know I should’ve told you earlier but please. I need you, don’t leave me.”

You were pleading every way you knew how, but he just shook his head.

“I’ve gotta go find my family. See you out there yn”

With a last look at you, Sam pivoted on his heel and walked out of the room. Leaving the lone sunflower sitting on the table at the door.

“Come on Angel, you still have a show to put on tonight.”

You turned away from the door, taking a few deep and shuddered breaths, you could do this. Be a ray of sunlight breaking through a dark tunnel. Be happy. Smile. Everything would be over soon..

tags: @upsidedownparker

#sunshine fic #tom holland imagine #sam holland imagine #tom holland #spider man #harrison osterfield #tom holland fanfic

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Secret Love

Word Count: 2.5

Warnings: Boyfriend material Shawn aka ordinary Shawn

A/N: Whoop another update! First of all, I wanted to thank you for showing love to this account by following and requesting and secondly, I am more than thrilled to have received some requests already and I promise I will devote time in order to fullfill them! As always, feedback is very much appreciated and requests or random talks about anything are too! Since next time, happy reading!

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‘’What do you not understand Brian? I hate seeing her like this because of that douchebag. I even wonder how she lets herself feel upset over that… being’’ Shawn tugged at his hair with frustration and puffed loudly enough for his friend to hear.

‘’Well, I don’t know either but there isn’t much we can do now, is it?’’ Brian spoke truthfully and he collapsed on his couch.

Truth is, he didn’t know how she got involved with her ex altogether. It is clear as day that he is the complete opposite of her type in guys yet here she were in her apartment sulking and wiping tears that didn’t really deserve to be spilled for him. Shawn knew she could do so much better and devote herself to somebody who would devote themselves to her just as much if not more. Shawn knew he was the one for her even though her eyes were blindfolded and couldn’t acknowledge that.

Y/N and Shawn had started as really good friends when she had gone out looking for a home in his neighbourhood. He would see her almost every day talking to the landlord of the apartment and he couldn’t stop questioning whether she would finally settle down to that apartment or leave. After some days, his question was answered when he saw her carrying multiple boxes which held her belongings up to the apartment. He was rather excited to know that he had a neighbor approximately at his age and a very beautiful one for that matter.

So when he got out of his house which was opposite from hers to introduce himself to her and perhaps help her with her carrying, she were pretty positive this new way of living would be less painful and rather enjoyable. She didn’t believe she were that lucky to meet a kind and handsome young man so she were pretty hesitant at first. Shawn sensed that and was trying to get her to open up to him and just be more… her. Time proved to be on his side and after some time they did everything together. He even introduced her to some of his friends.

‘’Are you sure you are not smitten with her mate? As long as her name rolled off your tongue, your eyes were gleaming.’’ One of his friends would notice and a small smile would creep up Shawn’s lips.

‘’Nah, you know she is a close friend. Plus, I don’t think I am her type’’ Shawn would explain and his eyes would travel to her figure sitting across the room, eyes fixed on the person in front of her since she always had ears for people who were there to talk to her.

Ever since, Shawn would always stare at her a bit longer and he would start fantasizing about what it would be like to be together, like together-together, with him calling her girlfriend and waking her up with kisses and cuddles. It was a picture he still had in his mind every time he would hear her voice through the speaker of his phone or when she would ask for his help in deciding which photo was better to be posted on her Instagram blog. Maybe he was smitten after all. But he didn’t care because it felt good.

What didn’t feel that good though was when she burst through the door one night, announcing that Jake, at the time being, her ex, had finally asked her out and she were thrilled to go out with him. Shawn pretended to be happy with her news but deep down he felt his heart clenching and his breathing getting harder each second that passed by. He was supposed to be the one asking her out and he was supposed to be the one looking at her beauty all night long not that Jake guy.

‘’Wow, this is some news there… I am happy he finally decided to come around Y/N’’ he had said while his eyes fell to the floor and he tried to ignore the smile on her lips caused by somebody else.

‘’You could hide your frustration better I believe’’ she would playfully snap back without really knowing that Shawn was trying. Hard.

‘’I am happy for you, I really am Y/N. Now if you’ll excuse me’’ he had said ready to get up from the couch ready to abandon her apartment altogether.

‘’Whoa whoa, I was joking you know that. You can stay as long as you want to Shawn, what happened?’’ Y/N really tried to understand but she couldn’t quite put her hand on whatever was going on in Shawn’s mind.

‘’Nothing happened. You need to get ready for your… date’’ he said so bitterly and Y/N was more than shocked at the change of his behavior. She really didn’t know what got him so worked up since they were friends. All she did was share her happiness with him, something that real friends do the last time she had checked.

‘’Well, if you see it that way I can’t do much to change your mind. Thanks though’’ she had said and Shawn exited her house with his heart falling to his guts.

After that date, things escalated pretty quickly for Shawn’s own liking. Y/N was every single hour stuck to her phone, giving all her attention to a screen and not to her best friend and whenever she wasn’t glued to her phone she would be out with Jake. In other words, Shawn felt horrendous. He felt like he was losing Y/N one and for good without really having a say in it. It pained him to see how far they were now all because of Jake and his ‘’love’’ for Y/N. He was sure his love didn’t even come close to the amount of feelings Shawn had for her. He just knew her better and loved her unconditionally.

The thing is that he was a bit out of time and Y/N didn’t particularly wait for him to gather up his courage to confess. But Shawn had learned from his mistake and he was willing not to let more time go by without letting her know that he loved her. Yes, he loved her. He had admitted to himself that he loved her long before he was even sure about it. He loved her for the way she would dance carelessly to her favourite song in her room blasting it through the speakers, for the way she ate her pancakes getting all messy with the syrup or the Nutella, for the way her hands fit perfectly in his own when she was cold and had no pockets to keep them warm. But he particularly loved her for the way she never hesitated to tell what was on her mind, not really caring if she would make a complete fool out of herself. She was real and he loved her for that.

But seeing that Jake was having all of that to himself, made him sick to his stomach. Brian tried to persuade Shawn that Y/N was happy in her relationship and that she would want him to have something similar in his life as well but all his talking was going down the drain every single time.

‘’I want that too. But with her Brian! Why is this so hard to realize? If I could go and erase her completely from my mind, I wouldn’t because I love her damn it!’’ he would shout and Brian would pat his friend in the back.

‘’That hard huh?’’

‘’And even more. It’s just… her. It is the very first time I feel like this and I feel like I lost my shot’’ he was very disappointed in himself and the way things were developing.

‘’Well, I think you can’t blame yourself nor her. You just didn’t want to ruin your friendship and she has no clue that you are dying without her’’

‘’Do you really believe she is happy with him?’’

‘’Well, I see the way she smiles when his name is mentioned and how eager she is to meet up with him every time they arrange to do something together. I don’t know what your definition for happiness is pal but she seems happy to me’’

Shawn wished he hadn’t asked that question because he wasn’t prepared for the answer at all. He wanted to see Y/N happy of course, but with him and because of him.

‘’I know she would be happier with me’’

So when the bomb exploded and he saw Y/N crying her eyes out because of that scumbag he wanted nothing more than to hit his face and make him hurt just as much as his Y/N was hurting. He just couldn’t bear the sight before him; a completely wrecked Y/N being unable to stand on her own feet. He wanted nothing more but to see Y/N glowing with happiness not screaming catastrophe.

Shawn was there for her every step of the way and he would surely be by her side now that she needed him most. He made sure she always came home to vanilla cupcakes and her favourite movie on pause ready to be watched by her. He was willing to let her be the small spoon while they were cuddling close not really caring for anything else but her healing. She was still recovering from her breakup with Jake but she would let go a bit more every day because of Shawn. He was more than pleased to know he was the reason behind her well-being and her old self coming back.

Things were not that easy though. There were some days when she would still lock herself up in her room, completely ignoring Shawn and the cupcakes, the only thing in her mind being her bed and her tears. It was a pretty hard breakup and she was handling it even harder. She didn’t want to let Shawn down but she couldn’t pretend that everything was okay and that she had moved on when clearly that was nowhere close to reality. So she would climb up the stairs, mouthing a ‘’sorry’’ at Shawn and entering her room in complete silence.

Shawn wanted nothing more than to go up there and take her into his warm embrace until her tears dampened his sweater. So that is what he decided to do one of those days.

‘’Can I come in?’’

A muffled ‘’yes’’ was heard from the other end of the door and he hated Jake for making her feel so small and helpless.

‘’Hey’’ he would gently say, careful not to upset her any further.

‘’Hi’’ her voice was rough from all the previous crying and her hands stood numb in front of her, playing with the hem of her shirt.

‘’How are you feeling honey?’’

‘’Fucking shitty but I guess it shows, doesn’t it?’’

‘’Well I wouldn’t have guessed if you hadn’t said so’’ Shawn tried to make her smile and it partly worked. He swore he saw stars every time she smiled at him or just giggled like a small child.

‘’Shawn I never really got to thank you for doing so much for me. I know you have no right to worry this much about me and seeing you try this hard really makes me feel worse’’ she was rumbling by now but this was the way she felt towards him. He made sure she was healing in the best way possible and here she was crying over her lame boyfriend who most possibly deserved nothing but ignorance.

‘’Hey hey hey, where did this come from? If I am not the one who takes care of you then who is it? Please don’t think about it Y/N, please. It is my pleasure to see you every day getting a little better and I completely understand that there are times when you want all the pressure and the hurt to go away somehow. So crying is the only solution even though I still believe he doesn’t deserve it. Not your tears and he definitely didn’t deserve you’’ he said looking deep into her eyes but as soon as he realized what he had just said he looked at the bed avoiding her gaze.

Her eyes widened a little bit at her friend’s words not really being able to accept that her friend might have feelings for her.

‘’Shawn, thank you. I really do’’

‘’Shhh, you have no reason to. Now please calm down and rest a little bit’’

‘’Will you help me to?’’ she asked pleadingly and he was more than willing to lie by her side meaning that he got to hold her a bit closer. He felt at ease watching her sleep peacefully, worries far away and thoughts not related to that Jake boy. He was there with her and it was all that mattered.

For the next couple weeks, things really seemed to become lighter and Shawn was thrilled to see Y/N blooming again. She even took the initiative and wanted to go out to grab lunch with Shawn and not stay in. It was a pleasant surprise both for Shawn but for her as well because she was finally healing and wanted nothing to do with Jake. She was very thankful she had Shawn in her life and she made sure he knew every passing day.

‘’Y/N I know love that you appreciate everything that I do but please this is too much’’ Shawn would giggle at her attempts to pay him back for his services by buying his Taco Bell order for the fifth time in a row.

‘’Nah it is nothing compared to your marvelous personality seriously’’ she would say sitting down next to him and looking him in the eyes.

‘’I have you here all smiley and happy and that is more I could ever ask for as payback’’ Shawn would state taking both her hands in his own and looking in her eyes dearly. If only she knew how much he wanted to ask her whether she wanted to be held like this from him every day and every night.

‘’Shawn…’’ she would say filled with butterflies and hearts inside but not really daring to say the actual words she too wanted to be heard.

Shawn decided that if he didn’t make a move now he would never do it and he would hate himself for the rest of his life.

‘’Y/N I was really hurting when I saw you wrecked over Jake so I had to help you recover honey. It really tore me apart to see how broken he got you. But what really pained me more was when you were smiling because of him and I was not the reason of your so beautiful smile. I hated that he got to see another version of you that I might never get to see’’ Shawn said all in one breath and Y/N stood there dumbfounded and somewhat relieved to know that she had guessed right about Shawn’s intentions towards her, somehow matching her own ones towards him.

‘’What is that version you might not get to see Shawn?’’ she asked curiously scooting a little closer to him.

‘’The girlfriend version of you’’ Shawn admitted shamefully.

Y/N took that as the perfect opportunity to change the sequence of events and she wasted no time.

‘’Don’t be so sure of that Shawn’’.

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Jon watches Daisy and Melanie haul the nice couch from the nice break room all the way to the elevator and he also watches the rest of the people who work in this building try to restrain themselves from yelling at the weirdos from the Archives. “Are you coming or not?” Melanie sounds bored which means she's already done with this entire idea. Jon gets into the elevator. It's a tight fit and the lights are dim and Daisy stands too close to possibly be comfortable but he doesn't mind. He's gotten used to her shadowing him like this. Feels safer for it even. Hauling the couch out takes even more time then hauling it in did, and then dragging it into the spare office is a trial with how small the door is. “Right, I'm done. Have fun with your awful idea.” Melanie dusts her hands on her jeans and stares at the two of them. “I'll tell Helen you're being stupid again.” “I'm sure she'll be thrilled.” Melanie snorts and leaves just as Basira arrives with a plastic bag filled with loose disks. “I think this is an awful idea.” Is the first thing she says. “Do you know they're keeping my key card until I bring those back?” Is the second.

“Sure is a good thing you don't have to go anywhere.” Daisy pats the spot next to her on the couch and stares at the projector Jon hooked up to his laptop. “Are we doing this or what?” This, being a marathon of the Lagorio director cuts. Because they're out of ideas and Annabelle- probably Annabelle- has started infesting the institute just as badly as Prentiss did. They're on every inch of the walls outside, and slipping in through the windows so much easier. There aren't any in the tunnels yet, and not that many managed to sneak into the basement, but- Everyone else will crush them for him, and he doesn't have to touch them, and he doesn't mind. He fiddles with the disk drive, a temperamental thing he borrowed from Georgie ages ago and when he finally remembered to return it she had gotten a new one and let him keep it for five quid. He grabs a loose disk from the bag, huffing warm air on it and cleaning it on his shirt before putting it in and sitting to Daisy's right. It's Dead Sky, the credits tell them. Jon hates it instantly.

Dead Sky Real snore fest. Couldn't even begin to be scared. All of the gore would look great if you could see any of it. Ever heard of lighting balance? And you can totally see the suspension harnesses. Stop wasting so much money on practical effects if you can't even afford a green screen. 2 Stars. Hey, want to hear a joke? Why can't spiders become pilots? Because they only know how to tailspin. – LonelyEyes

The phantom touch of vertigo only leaves him when the credits roll, the tightness in his chest finally abating when he turns his head to see how his two tagalongs are doing. “You're breathing kind of hard there, you alright?” Jon nods, rubbing his face awake. “Not going to be weird, right?” “I don't know. Where's Basira?” “She said she was going to steal popcorn from the upstairs break room.” Daisy looks bored. Really not a movie person then. Or just not a good movie. She stretches, one arm vaguely behind Jon's head before she settles comfortably. “I thought it was going to be worse, honestly. Wasn't this one of his fucked up one?” “It was-” He pats his chest as if that's supposed to translate what he means but Daisy takes a slow nod anyway. “Maybe it didn't grab me because I killed one of them.” “Maybe.” Basira comes back with popcorn while Jon tries to figure out the next disk to put in.

Beyond Time God, could you make something more reductive if you tried? Honestly, the second anyone thinks they can do time travel right is a joke. Black holes don't work like that, obviously. At least someone learned how to light a scene correctly, but man the make up? Come on people. Cult classic? Hey, since you people like jokes so much, got another one for you. What does a spider do when he gets angry? He goes up the wall! 2.5 Stars –LonelyEyes

Jon breathes a sigh of relief when its over. This one really wasn't as bad- at least not to him. Daisy holds Basira's hand and whispers something Jon chooses not to hear. While he fumbles with the next disk, Daisy passes him the bowl of popcorn to hold while she takes both of Basira's hands. “Are you alright?” Daisy nudges his foot with hers, which means shut up, which he does, staring back at the wall. ��I'm fine, Jon. Put the next one on.” Daisy's hands don't move from Basira's. He wipes the disk twice, just to make sure none of the sugar got on it and caused the film to look even worse.

The Crawling Ones This one almost won me over. Almost. The romance was so by the numbers though, and it took up way to much of the runtime. My coworker doesn't think the romance between the monster roaches and the lead actor was even obvious, so really, what else can be said. Ugh. 1.6 stars. Oh, I got a joke for you, ready? Did you hear about the spider love triangle? It was a tangled web. – LonelyEyes

Basira excuses herself to vomit, which Jon thinks is fair, and if he never sees another bug of any kind it will be to soon. “You look green Jon.” “Yes well. Bit over insects.” He says. Daisy nods, somewhat lazy in her understanding but she takes Jon's hand and rolls his sleeve up to stare at the worm scars. He tries his best not to feel examined, tries his best not to squirm before she slowly rolls his sleeve back down, doing the buttons he didn't bother with earlier. Her nails clack against them and it's oddly loud in the otherwise quiet room. “If you get really scared you can hold my hand.” It doesn't sound placating, which is nice. They try not to sound placating around each other. “Is Basira okay?” He asks because the thought of holding hands makes his palms sweat almost instantly. “She- She's fine. She'll be fine. She's strong.” “Right.” You are too, he wants to say, but the door to the office opens and Basira sits down on the couch and stares straight ahead. Okay, not going to talk about it then, that's fine.

Jewel of the Amazon Eh. Can't muster more then Eh. Not a good sign, traditionally. Eh. 0 Stars. Here's something though, What does a spider do when he gets angry? He goes up the wall! – LonelyEyes

The scar Melanie gave him aches miserably. “Jon?” He lets go of Daisy's hand, practically drops it like its hot coal. She shakes it out, like he gripped too hard, and he must have. He tries to move to the right, give Daisy some space before she tugs him back, closer then before. “Holding up?” He chances a glance at Basira- who's managed to fall asleep half way through it. “Leg hurts.” It's all situational, he supposed. And these films are three to four hours long. He has no idea how anyone would ever want to watch this. How this man sold any of this garbage. “Poor you. Here.” She pats her shoulder and Jon stares at her. “I'm not going to snap your head off, come on.”

Agents of Orion Definitely the only good movie this hack ever made, I can really feel the horror. My coworker thinks its a little on the nose, but there's nothing wrong with that sometimes. If it's tasteful. But then you can't go wrong with the isolation of space! Who wouldn't think that was scary! The maze section was absolute garbage though. Amateur writing 101 much? 4 stars. What do you call an under cover spider? A spy-der ! - LonelyEyes

He does end up with his face in her neck. It's embarrassing now, while she holds the back of his neck like he's a infant, but during the film he appreciated it. He really appreciated it. Her nails dig into the skin and it's nice, it's grounding, and even if it hurts it's the kind of pain he's used to, somehow. For half a second he thinks she's going to start rocking him back and forth but she lets him go as Basira gets up from the couch. “I'm going to bed.” Jon pulls away, blinks until he can see straight and looks at the time. They really did waste all day doing this. “Pick this up again tomorrow?” “Yes- Yes.” He says. His face feels warm. Well, he was just cradled by her girlfriend. He supposed it made sense that at least one of them was embarrassed about it. “Tomorrow morning.” “Sounds good. Daisy?” “I'm going to make sure he's okay. I”ll find you in a few.” Basira just shrugs and heads towards the tunnels. “I'm fine.” He insists. “Well, yeah. It's not like you could have nightmares about this.” “Oh- yes.” He laughs. “Sorry for then uh-” “I told you it was fine.” “Just-” Jon swallows. “Thank you- for-” “I got it.” “Alright.” “Good night Jon.”

Forty Winks Abysmal in every way, -5 stars, couldn't stand it. I got another joke, though, ready? What do you get when you cross spiders and corn? Cobwebs. - LonelyEyes

Helen and Melanie join them in the morning, just for the sake of solidarity, they tell him. It's relatively tame- well- the gore is everywhere and the animatronics move like they're alive- but Jon's gotten over his Spiral fear ages ago, especially with Helen sitting next to him. The only real horrific part of that viewing experience was Melanie in Helen's lap, both of them apparently trying to swallow each others tongues the entire time. He honestly wasn't even aware Helen had a tongue until he watched it lick Melanie's lips for five minutes straight. Basira's asleep again too, rough night apparently, head in Daisy's lap. And he's between them alone, fumbling with the cheap disk drive.

Nightmare Children This one is....almost good. The monsters feel cheap though. The people I watched this one with were to distracted having sex to actually react to the movie, so it's at least that bad. 2.5 stars. Maybe my joke could distract them from each other? I felt so guilty after I stepped on a spider this morning. You should of seen him, he looked genuinely crushed. – LonelyEyes

Jon has to hold Daisy's hand again. The way the dolls move is- is just too close to- Helen and Melanie unceremoniously excused themselves half way through, clearly more entertained with each other then with a cheap evil doll movie. Basira left too, also half way through. She had an appointment she forgot about, apparently. “How many more of this do we have left?” “Just three, I think.” Daisy reaches over and picks up the three disks, holding them out for him like a fan of cards. “Homestretch.” Jon smiles and picks the middle one, cleaning the finger prints off on his shirt. “This entire thing feels kind of- I don't know. A waste of time?” Daisy shrugs. “Maybe after this you could show me a good movie.” Jon puts in the disk and tries not to swell on far reaching implications.

Toy Shop Another trite romance, can this guy do anything else? And this is the second evil doll movie? He should try and work with mannequins. Those could actually scare people. 1.5 stars. My coworker wanted to write a joke but I don't really get it. He's a good kid though. What part of a computer does a spider use? The webcam. – LonelyEyes

They both get up and walk around, mostly out of boredom. The last one really was- Bad. He can say bad. Boring, even. Daisy stares at him while he smokes. “Just two more.” He says. It's really become a slog. But then the more something goes on for the more it's a given that it'll turn dull and derivative. “I don't know if I should hope for a exciting ending or not. Either it's a good film, which means it's scary or its another eight hours of wasting time.” “This was your idea.” “Isn't it time people stop letting me have those?” Daisy laughs.

Under New York Tight spaces? That's it? A few collapsed tunnels, a few abandoned subways? A lake? I was ready to get upset about how this movie was treating its monster (mole people by the way, like it's the fifties) but then you realize it's trying to be clever with a “man was always the real monster” and oh, just throw the entire production away. Couldn't think of something more dull if I tried. -2 stars. What do you call two young married spiders? Newly webs! Well. They can't all be great. – LonelyEyes

When they try and stop the movie, the laptop freezes and keeps going. The door is, at this point in their lives, unsurprisingly locked. They can't even get the sound off. Watching Daisy have an attack is nightmarish. She doesn't get violent- he doesn't know why he thought he would, but she goes completely still, and he could see the tension in ever single muscle. Her eyes go dull, she looks anywhere but the wall it's projected on. “Daisy- Daisy listen to me-” He has to yell over the volume. “Daisy you're not there!” He tries to push her off of the couch but she's a solid rock of muscle that Jon couldn't really push around regularly. So of course, he does the one thing that comes to mind which he is sure is nothing short of an unspeakably good idea, and punches Daisy in the face. She's not frozen anymore, good, but she's staring at Jon like he's a meal, bad. He does try to at least get to the other side of the couch before Daisy lunges after him. They're both on the ground, and in Jon's desperate attempt to get away the project gets turned over and displays some poor man crawling through a tunnel on the ceiling. She grabs his hair and pulls and the pain shoots right down his spine, almost blinding. It barely compares to when she slams his head down on the floor. His nose bleeds onto their clothes, and just as shes about to do it again, he kicks out and yells her name. Any realization, any kind of flash of reality before she bashes his skull it would be great really. “Make it stop!” It's a howl more then a yell, loud and dangerous. “Make the crushing stop!” “I'm-” Trying, is what he was going to say, before Daisy decks him across the face, and more of that searing hot pain makes him feel like his face is on fire. He kicks at the her- at the desk- at anything he can before she swings again, harder, connects with his jaw. It's hard enough that it splits her knuckles open. Somewhere between the kicking and the begging and the collective screaming, the laptop falls off of the desk behind the couch, and the projector displays it's bright blue no input found screen and Jon lets himself fall back on the cool floor. “Fuck.” Her hair is a mess around her face, blood on her cheeks, probably his, breathing hard. “Jon-” He can practically see the way she comes back to herself- her pupils dilate for a moment before she settles- getting off of him. “Jon-” Like she hasn't even noticed. “I'm fine.” He's not- they can both tell instantly when the words come out with a wheeze. He can't feel any inch of his face. “Just need some ice. That's all.” “I'm-” “I'm okay. Really. This will fix itself in an hour at most.” She doesn't say anything after that, but heads upstairs – door's unlocked, who would have thought – and comes back with an ice pack. “Let me look.” Before he has a chance to argue she's holding his face, twisting it every way. “I'll be fine, Daisy.” He insists, even if it hurts to move his jaw right now. “Your hands.” She seems almost surprised to find blood there. “Well.” She sits him up and presses the icepack to his chin. “You weren't lying about getting stronger.” Jon laughs or tries to. Still hurts to much to actually commit. “One more movie?” “This sounds like an exceptionally bad idea.” “Can't be worse then the last one.”

Widow's Weave Trite, really, but even a cold hard critic like me has to admit. The spider looked great. 4.0 stars. Why are spiders like tops? They are always spinning! – LonelyEyes

He feels his face knit itself back together just as he realizes what he's about to see on screen. Daisy holds his hand with her battered knuckles before Jon has to turn away. All he can see is Mr. Spider behind a random door, leering and waiting, curling his arms invitingly. “Don't you know good boys come when they're called?” Someone says in the movie, and Jon almost bolts out of the room. Well, he would have. If the door wasn't locked again. “Jon, come here.” He does, because he knows her voice- because he can trust her voice- He stops a few steps from the couch. Can he? She grabs his hand anyway and pulls him on top of her, face into the crook of her neck. “It's not real.” “That's never stopped it before.” He whispers. “Don't focus on it. Focus on me. On my voice. That's good for you right? Voices?” He doesn't know what's good for him. Until she tells him about Calvin. He's heard this before, of course, but that was Elias doing his- their trick- and now it's Daisy, by choice, voice low in his ear and a hand on his back. He feels ready to run a marathon once she's done, filled with energy he hasn't had in a while. In a long while. But she doesn't let him go regardless, because the film keeps going and he can still hear the staccato accompaniment when ever the spider moves. So she tells him again, how she ripped Nikola's dolls apart, how she set a vampire on fire, how she met Basira, story after story after story that fed him more then anyone else ever has. He doesn't even notice the film ending. It's past midnight. “Are you alright?' He pulls away and she gives him a smile. She has a bruise where he punched her. “Aces.”

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