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“Somewhere Just Beyond My Reach, There’s Someone Reaching Back For Me” -- Wilhemina Venable x Mildred Ratched

Mildred Ratched already owns my heart. That’s just the sad truth. She shares the space with Venable now. Which means that I’m left thinking of the two of them together almost constantly. And eventually it got too loud and I had to write it.

Please bear with me, the show hasn’t even dropped a trailer yet so this is just me having fun with the little I know about Nurse Ratched (and the little I am hoping for gathered from promo pictures/teasers). Also, I wrote it in maybe two days, so I apologize in advance for any typos.

Words: ~13,500

Warnings: None? I’m hesitant to say none on a fic with ~these women~, but yeah I think that’s where we are right now. Just a bit of smut (shhhh)

~I really hope you all enjoy this one, it’s probably a bit different than everyone was expecting, but I couldn’t resist. Alright, LET’S DO THIS~

Wilhemina’s fingers twitched on her cane, thumb rubbing reflexively against the handle as she watched the line in front of her. Stagnant. And she had been waiting for almost twenty minutes.

She was just starting to lose her patience, especially with the man she was behind. Too tall, smelling of cigarettes. The future of her day pressed against her, the knowledge that she was going to be faced with hundreds of these men, large and consuming and throwing too much ego around.

This convention was entirely men, as far as she could see. And as she looked around, took in their shining shoes and their notebooks and their stares, she shifted, setting her posture on her cane and standing up a bit straighter.

Until heels clicked through the room, tapping steadily and coming to a halt just behind her.

And Wilhemina realized that they hadn’t been staring at her.

Soft muttering, a huff, and then Wilhemina turned, her curiosity peaked.

Her eyes landed on a woman, entirely too perfect for her own good, from the way her hat sat at an impeccable angle to the way her feet crossed smoothly, one in front of the other, as she dug through her purse.

A second later, her mouth pursed into a thin line as she pulled out a neatly folded stack of papers. And as she looked up, straightening, her eyes met Wilhemina’s.

A small smirk played over her lips, no doubt at the realization that Wilhemina had been staring at her. And all Wilhemina could think to do in the moment was pop her brow, quirking her head.

Composure. Self-preservation.

A long moment where Wilhemina let herself look her up and down, take in her quartered sleeves, peter-pan collar, the row of thick buttons that ran a perfect line down to a flared skirt. And black, velvet gloves to match.

And then she found her voice.

“I was under the impression that I would be the only woman speaking here today.”

And this woman, so impeccably dressed, so impeccably put together, had the nerve to pop her brow right back.

“Well,” she countered quickly, tipping her shoulders back. “One should never assume.”

And this time, Wilhemina couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at her lips. She offered her free hand, tapping her cane as she spoke. “Wilhemina Venable. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

And to her surprise, the woman took it, gloved hand warm in Wilhemina’s grip.

“Mildred Ratched,” she replied smoothly, eyes hot as a smile curved her lips.

Wilhemina couldn’t help but shift as she shook the woman’s hand, some sort of victory, of smugness, folding into her from the power radiating through this simple gesture. Her nose twitched and then Mildred’s hand was falling away, finding the strap of her small purse and rubbing at it absently as she pulled her composure back around her.

She watched Mildred’s eyes flick past her, and then immediately around the room. Watched the slight shake in her breath as she undoubtedly realized what Wilhemina had only moments before. It really was all men here, save the two of them.

“What are you lecturing on?” Wilhemina asked, pleased when Mildred’s eyes snapped back to her.

“Psychological advances made through study of post-trauma triggers and observances in the field of action.”

Wilhemina hummed, her fingers tightening on her cane as the implication of what the woman said settled around her. “You helped during the war?”

A smug look crossed Mildred’s face, but she morphed it into a passive smile. “Helped might be an understatement.”

There was a long moment as Wilhemina realized that Mildred was probably entirely capable of handling herself around so many men. Commanding so many men. And then the woman spoke again.

“And you?”

Wilhemina swallowed, tapping her cane as she set her shoulders against inevitable backlash that always came when she admitted to never helping with the war efforts.

“No.”

To her surprise, Mildred only chuckled. Shook her head. “I meant what are you lecturing on.”

She set her jaw, fingers twitching at her error. Her mistake. But Mildred hadn’t scolded her. Hadn’t judged. She was only curious. So polite. So focused.

“I’m simply posing the question of technology versus consciousness. And somehow, I have a feeling that these men will not like it.”

A small laugh from Mildred, and then something settled over her that looked almost uncomfortable, an uneasiness radiating off of her like a wave.

Wilhemina quirked a brow. “Perhaps you’re not fond of it either, Ms. Ratched?”

But Mildred shook her head. “Nurse,” she corrected. “And it’s not that. It’s simply...”

Her eyes pulled over the men surrounding them. Staring at them. Undoubtedly murmuring about them as they walked. Always together. Always in pairs.

Mildred fingered the strap of her purse, teeth scraping over her bottom lip for a fraction of a second before she schooled her features.

Wilhemina let her eyes run over her once more, top to bottom and back again. The language of her movements, scribbled down in books on how to cover yourself from the world. How to block everyone out and set yourself atop the pyramid of society.

“Well, Nurse Ratched,” Wilhemina tried, smirking as she tapped her cane once more. “Order on the outside does wonders to keep the chaos safely on the inside.”

And then those eyes, those brown, piercing eyes, viciously slicing through Wilhemina. She knew that look, that shock. She had seen right through her. Exposed her, clear as day. Mildred was vulnerable. Mildred was broken.

Mildred was just like her.

~~~

There was an expression on Wilhemina’s face that Mildred couldn’t read. And try as she might, eyes searching and picking apart the minuscule eyebrow quirks and eyes narrowing and lips twitching, she was completely lost.

And nothing set her more on edge.

Mildred had always been able to read everyone. It was her first priority. Get a feel for them, dig down into them. Find the thing that makes them tick and spin it on its head to stay on top.

But Wilhemina had some sort of wall around her. Something that fuzzed out Mildred’s mind and kept her pulled in tight. A magnet against a metal strip.

A soft, “I look forward to hearing you speak,” and then Wilhemina was turning away, stepping forward in line and giving her name to the man sat at the table just in front of them.

She watched as Wilhemina handed over her papers, shoulders askew and tapping her cane. Impatiently, Mildred realized. And she schooled her features as she recognized the difference between this tap and the way it had clicked when they were speaking. Absently, an extension of herself.

And then, with an irritated smile, Wilhemina was checked in and moving aside, fingers flexing on her cane as she sauntered past the table.

Mildred watched Wilhemina walk away, handing her papers to the man before her. And her eyes stayed locked on Wilhemina as she paused just before she fell out of sight, turning mid-step.

“Name?” the man asked, pulling Mildred’s attention from the smirk that sliced across her face.

She took a deep breath, voice perfectly even as she replied. And as he sifted through files and documentation, Mildred let herself look up again. Wilhemina was gone.

She shoved the pang of sadness aside, straightening out the hem of her glove and shifting her purse further up her arm. And only after clearing the woman from her mind and focusing back on the man before her, did she notice how careless he was being.

“Excuse me,” she tried, voice suddenly firm. Still impeccably soft. “You’re wrinkling the edge of my papers.” Mildred indicated to the corner of the page, where the man’s arm was pressing a nice crease into the side of her registration documents. Her fingers twitched on the strap of her purse as she composed herself.

“They’re just papers,” the man said, offering her a small smile as he finished scribbling.

“They’re just things, Mildred. You don’t need things.”

“Daddy, please. Not mommy’s necklace.”

“You don’t deserve it. You haven’t been a good girl.”

Mildred pressed her mouth into a thin line, taking a deep breath against her father’s voice in her head.

“They’re my papers,” she said firmly, pressing her hand into the table and leaning forward. “And good manners would indicate you having respect for others’ things. Would it not?”

The man’s smile fractured, and Mildred almost smirked as she watched him gulp. He straightened out the corner of her papers, handing them back to her.

“Apologies, Nurse Ratched. Your first lecture is in room 42 B, just down the hall on the right.”

“There’s a good boy,” she drawled, pulling the papers from his fingers and frowning at the line down the edge. “And you’re going to be more careful with everyone else’s belongings, yes?”

“Yes, Nurse Ratched.”

And then she was walking away, that nice little bubble of satisfaction wedging into her heart.

~~~

“Eyes up.”

Mildred’s voice rang out through the hall, and Wilhemina was shocked at how her heart leapt at the tone of it. So commanding. So dominating.

“Our boys sacrificed their lives on these battlefields for us. The absolute least we can do is pay attention and listen and learn, to further the pursuit of medicine that they gave their lives for. Is that not correct?”

“I don’t think they sacrificed their lives for medicine, Nurse Ratched.”

And Wilhemina smiled at the fire that licked over her eyes, watching the way her hands splayed out on her podium. The way she straightened out her neck as her eyes bored into the boy who had interrupted her.

“What is your name?” she asked calmly. Too calmly.

“Jimmy,” he replied smoothly, and Wilhemina’s fingers itched at the smug look on his face. She could barely see him, sitting impeccably still in her seat and tracking him with her eyes. But she knew that tone of voice. She knew that type of man.

“Well, James,” Mildred continued, stepping around her podium and crossing her legs as she folded her hands neatly in front of her. “They may not have gone to war with the intention of furthering medicine. But they did go to war with the intention of saving lives. And how we use these lessons that they have taught us, intentional or not, could change the course of humanity as we know it. So would we not be remiss to waste such a hefty sacrifice? Do we not owe it to our boys to take as much as we can from the lives they gave so freely?”

And the sound that followed as Mildred looked over the men, eyes tracking them sharply as her expression morphed from perfectly concerned to smooth and kind, made Wilhemina’s heart pound. Because you could hear a pin drop. And never in her life had she ever come across another woman who had the same affect that she did on a group of men. Another woman who was so commanding. And so impeccably composed.

~~~

Wilhemina’s cane tapped with her words, punctuating points and emphasizing the way her eyes would narrow at questions.

“So, are you saying that we could make robots, Ms. Venable? Like…from the movies?”

A few laughs threaded out through the room and Mildred shifted in her seat, nose twitching at the innate possessiveness that pooled in her chest.

But as she looked up at Wilhemina, vision blurring, just so, her cane slammed against the wood. Mildred had to bite her lip to keep from smiling at the way the men jumped in their seats.

“If you were listening, Mr. Brannard, you would understand that not only is it a possibility, my colleagues and I have already accomplished it.”

Her eyes narrowed, and Mildred hated the way that even that small act of dominance made her heart pound.

Wilhemina pursed her lips, tilting her head and tutting softly. Condescendingly. “Or are you too naive to imagine that something this advanced could be achieved so soon? By a woman?”

The boy stuttered, looking to the man beside him for help. But he was head down in his papers, scratching out notes.

Mildred took a deep breath, eyes falling back to Ms. Venable as she stalked around the podium. Slow. Practiced. She was making them wait, and she knew they would.

And suddenly, just like that, in a moment — Mildred was addicted to her.

~~~

The door shut behind Wilhemina and she let herself sigh, leaning onto her cane as her eyes fell closed. There was something about being surrounded by men, constantly, their eyes on her as she spoke, that always made her feel dirty. And it was exhausting, having to keep her steel walls up when Mildred was sitting in the back of the room watching her with so much intensity that she should have caught fire.

It was sad when the only place that she could get a moment to breathe was the ladies’ room.

That moment ended quicker than she would have liked, the squeak of the door opening forcing her to stand straighter on her cane and busy herself in the mirror.

Strong. Unaffected.

Heels clicked as Wilhemina wiped at the corner of her mouth, flicking off the smallest speck of stray lipstick. She waited for the woman to lock herself in a stall so that she could make a clean exit. But to her surprise, the footsteps stopped just short of her. And when Wilhemina threw a hot look over her shoulder at the intrusion, she was almost impressed.

“Hello, dear.”

Wilhemina popped her brow, a small smirk making her lips twitch. “Ms. Ratched.”

“Nurse,” she corrected, tipping her chin up as her eyes lit from behind.

“Mildred.”

A pause, Mildred’s gaze falling down Wilhemina’s form. “What are you doing?”

“Well I was intending to use the restroom,” Wilhemina replied, smoothing a hand down her skirt as she turned to face the woman.

Mildred’s eyes were calculating, twitching almost imperceptibly at the corner. “Unacceptable.”

Wilhemina scoffed. “And why might that be?”

“You’re scheduled to speak again in ten minutes. You should be prepping your presentation in five.”

She gestured to the space around them, head tilting challengingly. “Hence why I’m using the restroom now.”

A beat. Mildred stared at her, fingers slipping on the strap of her purse. And Wilhemina had only spoken to this woman once, but she had watched her for almost three hours, and then another two during her own lecture. She knew why her fingers twitched. She could read her like a book.

So she took a step forward, tapping her cane out in front of her and leaning on it, just enough to get in Mildred’s space.

“Did you miss me, Millie?” Venable breathed, eyes flicking over Mildred’s face. And she didn’t miss the way the other woman’s breath hitched, body stiffening. “Were you hoping to get me all to yourself for a few minutes?”

Mildred cleared her throat, straightening. “And if I was?”

A smirk.

“Do you have plans for dinner?”

~~~

Mildred had had plans for dinner. Of course she had. Very rarely did her schedule slip away from her, especially so when she was in a strange city around strange people.

But somehow, for some reason, she had changed her plans. For a woman.

Slap. “Disgusting, stupid whore. Is this who you want to become? Disgrace. Pull yourself together.”

Pull yourself together.

Wilhemina set the plate down before her and Mildred shifted in her seat, smoothing her already impeccably placed napkin on her lap.

And only when she finally pulled her eyes off of Wilhemina, sitting down opposite her at the table and propping her cane against the wood, did she realize that this woman was an incredible chef.

The dish was colorful, sausage swimming in pasta and decorated with fresh herbs. She comforted herself in the knowledge that she was eating better here than she would have been at the restaurant where she had reserved a table.

A logical decision.

They ate in silence for a few moments, Mildred fighting the shaking of her hands and trying to come up with a halfway decent conversation starter. But Wilhemina beat her to it.

“Tell me about the war,” she said softly as she twisted her fork in the pasta, looking up at Mildred with such blatant curiosity and innocence that she couldn’t say no. Couldn’t bear to shove that wall up and bark at her and throw out her usual excuses.

Which is how she found herself, almost an hour later, plate nearly empty as she covered her mouth with her fingers, swallowing around a bite that was just a fraction too large.

“No no,” she corrected, taking a sip of water. “It wasn’t the bombs that were distracting. It wasn’t the gunfire. It was the screaming.”

Something flashed in Wilhemina’s eyes and Mildred stuttered, almost convinced she was about to smile. Almost convinced she was about to cry.

“It was constant,” she continued, fingers playing over her fork as the memories flooded back into her mind. The smell of it, the sound. “Poor boys, too young to be fighting. And they never stopped. They never stopped screaming. Eventually you learn to tune it out. You have to. If you focus on them, if you let yourself hear it, everything else breaks away. You have to block it out. Or you lose the order of your surgical tent.”

Wilhemina nodded, swallowing. “Seems impossible.”

But Mildred shook her head again, shocking herself at how forward she was being. At how the words were spilling from her lips. Like she had known this woman for hundreds of years.

She was almost certain that she had, the way Wilhemina’s eyes pierced straight through her every time their gazes met.

“Logic and responsibility. That’s the key.”

And to her surprise, Wilhemina laughed. A full, pretty sound that was too raspy for her own good.

Mildred flushed, taking a long sip of water as Wilhemina spoke.

“No, no. Rules. Clear lines and boundaries. A straight right and a firm wrong. It’s the only way to keep them all in line.”

“You’re wrong,” Mildred stated, matter of fact. And when Wilhemina rose from her seat, she almost flinched.

But she only stalked over, a smirk slicing across her face as she collected Mildred’s plate and walked it over to the sink.

Cool. Calculated. Every one of Wilhemina’s actions had an equal, opposite reaction. They stalked around each other in perfect circles, and halfway through the dance Mildred’s mind was absolutely spinning. This time, she didn’t have a justification. Didn’t have follow-up. She was losing her grip.

The silence was deafening, exacerbated by the tapping of Wilhemina’s heels and the clattering of tableware against porcelain.

And then, just like that, she was back, pulling out the chair directly next to Mildred and settling down into it.

“Most people don’t get the privilege of telling me I’m wrong.”

Her voice had lowered, dangerous and sharp, a snake bite. And Mildred couldn’t help but dig her teeth into her bottom lip. Because this woman was so perfect, and so beautiful, and so intelligent. Sitting before her like it was nothing. Like the heat in Mildred’s cheeks wasn’t creeping down into her fingers and making them itch.

Her eyes flicked down to Wilhemina’s lips before she could help herself, and her fingers dug into her skirt as she watched Wilhemina flick her tongue over them. Wetting them. So slick. So perfectly shaped.

And then Wilhemina’s hand covered hers, skin soft and smooth and tender against Mildred’s.

She looked back into Wilhemina’s eyes, suddenly dark, suddenly entirely too intense. She wasn’t prepared for this. She wasn’t ready. She wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted before in her life.

And she silently thanked whatever gods lay above her for getting her through the war and straight to this moment. Because her entire life would be worth living if Wilhemina would just—

Wilhemina leaned forward, and that was all it took. Just the slightest tilt of her chin. Mildred hadn’t realized how close they had gotten. But then Wilhemina’s mouth was on hers, so firm and yet so, so delicate.

She let her eyes fall closed, let herself sigh into the feel of it. The feel of her. Turned her hand and threaded their fingers together and squeezed because this was all she had wanted. Since the moment that fire-red hair had turned and she had looked up into those deep, brown eyes.

Wilhemina pulled away before Mildred was ready to let go, and she couldn’t help the half-whine that lodged itself in her throat. That she tried so desperately to swallow down.

“Better?” Wilhemina teased, pressing their foreheads together.

She let out a shaky breath, thumbing at Wilhemina’s knuckles. “Infinitely.”

There was a long moment of silence, and Mildred was almost getting accustomed to these spaces, these gaps between their communication where they just let their feelings hang between them. Let their hearts speak without words getting in the way.

Mildred swallowed, licking her lips slowly as she looked up into Wilhemina’s eyes.

“What are the rules now, Ms. Venable?”

Wilhemina hummed, nudging their noses together as her eyes flicked down to Mildred’s lips again. “You relax and let me take care of you.”

A wobbling breath, and Mildred wet her lips again, hands trembling as she leaned into Wilhemina. So close to what she wanted. So close. “And if I say no?”

Wilhemina smirked, hand coming up to Mildred’s throat before moving to brush delicately over her cheek instead. And when she spoke again, her eyes were lidded and she breathed the words almost directly into Mildred’s mouth.

“Now where’s the logic in that, Nurse Ratched?”

~~~

Mildred toed off her shoes. Delicately. Carefully. And Wilhemina watched in awe of the woman before her. Perfectly pristine.

She always strove for perfection. Perfectly presented to the world, perfectly protected. Perfectly hidden. And she had thought she almost had it. But now, watching Mildred, she realized that perfection was far out of her grip. Not when it looked like this.

Wilhemina wasn’t perfectly presented, not compared to the way Mildred took care with every tiny pleat and line and cuff. Down to the perfectly straight earrings. Down to the parallel lines of her stockings that ran up the back of her calves. And Wilhemina certainly wasn’t perfectly protected when Mildred looked at her like that, eyes wide and lips pink as she slowly, purposefully started picking down the buttons on her shirt.

Wilhemina was only and solely perfectly exposed, her heart entirely too vulnerable around a woman that she knew would protect it. Around a part of her that she didn’t know had existed until it had tapped its way up behind her in line and pulled the zipper on the curtain over her heart.

She couldn’t stop watching Mildred. Not when she let her shirt fall to the floor. Not when she unbuttoned the top of her skirt and tugged at the zip, shimmying out of it and letting it pool around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a thin, silk slip and black pantyhose.

And then she bunched up her slip and rolled them down, Venable’s eyes tracking the way that perfectly straight line up her calf crumpled as she went, bending and morphing as Mildred let her walls down. Let her in. Let Wilhemina see her for who she really was beneath all of that perfection and obsession and compulsivity.

Suddenly it was too much, and Wilhemina simply couldn’t sit on the edge of the bed watching anymore. She needed to touch. She needed all of Mildred pressed against all of her. Every inch. Every piece.

Wilhemina walked up behind her, wrapping her hands around her stomach and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder before resting her chin there.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

Mildred turned, a smile flickering over her lips. She had been so serious when she was undressing, her mouth pulled into a line, eyes flicking between Wilhemina behind her and the mirror before her, her hands pulling over herself to smooth everything down, make sure her hair was still curling down her back, making sure her pins were all in place. But now she looked lighter. Now she looked like she had at the table, open and soft and pliant.

“Show me,” Mildred whispered, and Wilhemina pressed another kiss to her shoulder before shifting her in front of the mirror. Her hands found the pins still holding her hair up, pulling them out slowly as she nipped and bit her way up Mildred’s neck, sucking just a bit to hard at the crook of her jaw.

And Wilhemina couldn’t help but smile as Mildred sighed, her hand reaching up behind her and twisting through Wilhemina’s hair.

Mildred knew when Wilhemina got the last pin out, shaking her hair out and fluffing it almost immediately. And then she turned in Wilhemina’s arms, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as she reached around and pulled the tie from her own hair.

It fell in heaps around her shoulders, and Mildred giggled softly.

Wilhemina’s brow popped, sarcasm pushing through as a weak attempt at self-preservation. “Is something the matter?”

But Mildred only laughed, shaking her head and running her fingers through Wilhemina’s hair.

“Cinnamon sugar,” she murmured, twisting her finger through a lock and admiring it. And Wilhemina felt herself flush against her will.

“I’m almost certain our hair is the same color,” she tried, fingers twitching on Mildred’s waist.

Frustrated. Exposed. Worshipped.

Mildred only shook her head, leaning forward. She hesitated for a brief moment before pressing a soft kiss to Wilhemina’s lips. And suddenly Wilhemina didn’t care if she was giggling or teasing or playing with her hair. As long as she was here. As long as she kept doing that.

“You’re awfully sweet for someone who is supposed to be so intimidating, Ms. Venable.”

Wilhemina scoffed, rolling her eyes before Mildred grabbed at her chin, raking her eyes over her and making a shiver run down her spine.

“Why don’t you take all of that purple off for me, cinnamon? Hm?”

And Wilhemina hated how deeply she flushed, the nickname getting under her skin like it shouldn’t have. But this was Mildred. And somehow, she knew exactly what Wilhemina wanted to hear before she realized it herself.

It only took a few moments, untying the top of her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Sliding out of her skirt, peeling her gloves off. And Mildred watched her the entire time, eyes hot as they followed her fingers.

She held out her hands as Wilhemina stepped out of her shoes, keeping her steady. Making sure she didn’t wobble.

And this time, for the first time, Wilhemina completely forgot to feel exposed. She forgot to feel embarrassed about her back. She forgot to warn Mildred.

But when Mildred kissed her again, this time a bit harder and a bit deeper, fingers wrapping up around Wilhemina’s neck and sliding down over her shoulders, over her spine, nothing happened.

She didn’t flinch. She didn’t recoil. She didn’t even gasp. She just kept kissing her and kissing her and kissing her, until Wilhemina’s thighs hit the mattress.

Mildred pulled back, breaking the kiss as her teeth dug into her lip, fingers rubbing together absently. Just like they had over her purse. Over her fork.

Wilhemina gave her a small nod, tentatively grabbing for her wrists and guiding them to her stomach.

She didn’t miss the way Mildred’s fingers flexed before she touched her, didn’t miss the glint in her eye as she hesitantly, delicately, grabbed Mina’s waist and pushed her down into the bed.

And the way she touched her, warm palms pressing against Wilhemina’s sides before pulling away almost immediately, and then replacing them in an instant. This time firm. This time sure. This time pushing Wilhemina onto her back and smoothing up her stomach so that nails were pricking at the very bottom of her bra.

Mildred crawled over her, pressing a singular, wet kiss just below Wilhemina’s jaw.

“Millie,” Wilhemina breathed, squirming under her.

“My name is Mildred,” she corrected, and Wilhemina let herself smirk, catching the way Mildred hardened and taking the opportunity to flip the switch yet again.

She hooked a leg over Mildred’s hip, pushing her and flipping them and bracing herself above her.

Mildred gasped, a soft whine pushing out of her as she was slammed back into the mattress. Wilhemina leaned down, nudging their noses together before flicking her tongue out and licking the tip of her nose.

“What are you afraid of, Millie?” Wilhemina breathed, hands sliding slowly up her sides before locking over her ribs and pinning her to the bed. “Is someone losing control?”

She couldn’t help but smirk at her own joke, amplified by the way Mildred’s eyes widened and hardened.

“No. It’s just—“

Wilhemina bit down on her collarbone, cutting her off as she squirmed beneath her. She hummed, pushing her further into the bed.

“Oh no? So you’re fine then, right?”

And after a second’s hesitation she nodded again, hands coming up to smooth out her hair as her eyes bored into Wilhemina’s.

The word “yes” left Mildred’s mouth, but Wilhemina had already seen it in her face. The screaming. The need to dominate. The need to be dominated. The want.

“Millie,” Wilhemina sing-songed, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek. She wasn’t surprised it was warm, the flush already clouding her perfect, porcelain skin. She was surprised that it was scorched, Mildred’s teeth dug into her bottom lip as she watched Wilhemina carefully.

“Let go, darling,” she murmured, nails scraping lightly down Mildred’s sides. “Let me be in charge of you for once, yeah? Let those pretty little walls down. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

~~~

Wilhemina kept saying it. That stupid little nickname. Over and over. She wouldn’t stop, and Mildred couldn’t think. And it was making her furious in the absolute best way.

She was losing control. She had always been so careful. She had always tried her absolute best. But somehow, tonight, she could feel it slipping through her fingers with every kiss, with every gasp, with every moan.

And she was okay.

Her world wasn’t crumbling. Mildred was surviving. And to her surprise, the world seemed to actually sort itself in those small moments, the fractions of seconds where Wilhemina panted that little nickname and Mildred’s body responded of its own accord. Mildred was thriving, Mildred was being loved. Mildred was finally living.

And so she let go.

She twisted her fingers in the sheets, Wilhemina’s name falling off her tongue as she arched into her.

Wilhemina hummed, a nice, satisfied sound, and then she was kissing down her neck, fingers scratching up under her slip, up the inside of her thighs.

Mildred should have wanted to pull away. She should have wanted to clamp her thighs shut and pull her slip down and shove herself up against the headboard. But to her surprise her thighs fell open, and before she knew what she was doing she was lifting her hips off the mattress and reaching down, tugging her slip up over her thighs, up past her stomach.

Wilhemina pulled off of her, for a split second, and Mildred froze. But then she wrapped her hand around Mildred’s and pulled her forward, pulled her up, kissing her temple as she helped slide the slip up over her head. Threw it on the floor.

And then Mildred was completely exposed. Completely vulnerable. Her hands came up to cover herself instinctively, suddenly too cold and too naked without the heat of Wilhemina’s mouth on her neck.

But she was right there, threading their fingers together and pulling her hands back down into her lap.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” she cooed, and something deflated inside of Mildred. She let out a long breath, squeezing Wilhemina’s hands as she swallowed. And then, in a desperate attempt to gain some kind of control back, no matter how futile, she tried something.

“Touch me, Mina.”

She watched the other woman gasp. Let pride fill her at the pure smile that made tears prick in Wilhemina’s eyes. Traced her thumb over the back of Wilhemina’s hand.

“Mina,” she tried again, suddenly feeling more comfortable with this intimacy. Because now they were both exposed. Equal. Again. Just like they should be.

Wilhemina lunged forward, mouth hot and hungry as she pushed Mildred back against the mattress. And her hands. Her hands. Everywhere, all at once. Like she was trying to memorize the shape of her. Like she needed to touch her or she would disappear. And Mildred understood. Because she had that same ache, the same need within her. If her fingers weren’t on Wilhemina, pulling her tighter to her, pulling her closer, she was absolutely certain that she would vibrate and explode into a billion atoms, right there in the middle of the room.

It suddenly turned so desperate, Mildred just about to beg for Wihemina’s fingers, for more when she felt them brush against her, cold against the heat burning between her thighs.

Wilhemina pulled back, just so, just enough to look her in the eyes. And Mildred pushed all of her emotion, all of her want through, nodding frantically.

“Please—“

But no sooner had she opened her mouth than Wilhemina’s fingers pushed inside of her, filling that space there perfectly and making Mildred finally feel like she was whole.

Wilhemina smirked, and Mildred let out a soft “oh” at the unfamiliarity of it all. The comfort. And then she was moving and Mildred was moving, hips rolling down against Wilhemina’s wrist as she curled her fingers and sped up.

And before she knew what was happening, that heat was building in her stomach, toes curling where her heel dug into Wilhemina’s back. She didn’t know how she had gotten like this, one leg thrown over her shoulder, a hand in Mina’s hair as she pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs while her fingers pumped slowly, gently, intently.

It seemed dirty. It seemed wrong. And Mildred couldn’t have cared less. All she could fathom was that little knot of control, holding onto it as it vibrated, threatened to explode. Gripping into it with her teeth if she had to, clinging to it until that exact moment, the perfect—

It snapped, Mildred scrambling to find purchase on something as she fell through the galaxy Wilhemina had built around her. She knew her mouth was moving. She knew she was probably whining for Wilhemina. But she couldn’t hear anything. Not over Mina’s voice against her skin.

“Yes. That’s it. Perfect. Let go. I’m right here. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

It took too long for her body to come back to her, for her to regain her grip on reality and grab at some sort of control again.

But as she opened her eyes on Wilhemina between her thighs, brow pushed up as the most beautiful, genuine smile graced her mouth, her perfect mouth, Mildred decided that right now, just for this one moment, she didn’t want control back. She wanted to just be.

“Kiss me,” she breathed, and Wilhemina was right there, mouth pushing insistently against hers. And when Mildred tasted something tangy, something sharp and spicy and unfamiliar, she realized with a start that Mina must have put her mouth on her at some point.

She hadn’t even realized. Hadn’t registered.

She had given herself over completely into Mina’s mercy, and she had never felt so happy. So light. So utterly and completely protected.

A small shuffle, sheets being rucked down, and then Wilhemina was sitting up against the headboard, and Mildred was right there, curling into her side and pressing herself in as close as she could.

She smiled as Wilhemina’s arms wrapped around her waist. Almost possessively.

They laid like that for a moment, Mina’s fingers tracing over her side as silence fell down upon the room, all remnants of Mildred’s screams dissolving into air. And then she finally, finally got her feet back under her.

“I want to take care of you,” Mildred said softly, pressing a kiss just over Wilhemina’s heart. But to her surprise, Wilhemina only shook her head.

Lips against her temple, and then she spoke. “Not tonight, beautiful. We both need to be up early tomorrow.”

Mildred wanted to say that she didn’t care. She wanted to argue and protest and throw something until Mina listened and let her feel her. All of her.

But somewhere in the back of her mind she recognized that she would have to deal with those same men tomorrow, lecturing and commanding and spending too much of her energy trying to keep herself in control. So she nodded. Because they needed sleep if they were going to survive.

“Tomorrow,” she sighed, looking up at Mina with eager eyes. And Wilhemina smiled, pressing another kiss to her temple.

“Tomorrow.”

She curled further into Wilhemina, letting her hands wander just a bit further than they should have, suddenly feeling so entitled to this woman. She had permission to do whatever she liked to her. Just not quite yet.

Wilhemina hummed, pressing one last kiss to the top of Mildred’s head, and then time slowed and the air grew thick as she started to move.

Mildred felt her shift, turning just so and pulling an arm from around her waist as she reached for the lamp by the bed.

“Don’t turn off the light, please. Daddy, please.”

“Why, are you afraid of monsters?”

A nod.

“Oh honey, the only monster you have to be afraid of is standing right here.”

A sickening grin.

"You’re a big girl—“

“I’m not—“

“—you can handle this. Besides. Nothing is going to get you... As long as you don’t make a sound.”

Tears welled in Mildred’s eyes as she watched Wilhemina’s fingers inch closer. And how was she supposed to tell her about this? How was she supposed to explain that this one, tiny thing was her absolute weakness? She almost didn’t. Almost made it. But just as fingers brushed against the lamp, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and she tasted something bitter, bristling.

Time sped up all at once then, Mildred clawing at Wilhemina’s hand and wrapping her fingers tight around her wrist to stop her.

“Wait—“ she tried, but it came out broken and wrinkled.

Wilhemina froze, looking down at her. “Is everything okay?”

And Mildred couldn’t help the tears then, sniffing as they blurred her vision and letting her fingers fall from Wilhemina’s arm.

“Please don’t turn it off just yet,” she tried, and she scolded herself for how weak she sounded.

Unacceptable. Pull yourself together.

Something crossed Wilhemina’s face that she couldn’t read, and her heart dug down deep in her chest as she braced herself.

But then Wilhemina softened, brows raising, just so, as she stroked her thumb over Mildred’s side. A smirk pulled at her lips and she quirked her head.

“My my, Nurse Ratched. Is someone afraid of the dark?”

And the way she said it, almost laughing, simultaneously made Mildred feel like a child being scolded and a woman being loved.

It was a blessing that she had used her title. It had given Mildred that shock to her system to jolt her out of her vulnerable state, building her walls back up as quickly as she could as she formed the searing negation on her tongue.

Of course not. You’re mistaken. Don’t be ridiculous.

But she couldn’t land on one that felt quite right. Because lying didn’t feel quite right. And Mildred told herself, assured herself, that it was only because she hadn’t thought of the perfect logical theorem to support her argument. She wasn’t prepared to have this conversation. Once she found one, she would be back in control and she could right her world back on its feet. And one time, maybe this time, they could turn the light off.

She hadn’t realized how long she had been silent until she felt Wilhemina press a kiss to her hair. Mildred was still staring her down, nose twitching as Wilhemina’s eyes searched her face.

A deep breath, a hard swallow. And then she nodded.

And there it was. That was it. The most open and vulnerable and exposed she had ever been with another person in her life.

And Wilhemina, her Mina, took it in stride, simply humming before threading fingers through Mildred’s curls and pulling her up closer so that she could pepper soft kisses across her face.

“Oh, Millie,” she whispered, and Mildred was shocked to find a gentle smile on her lips.

“It’s childish, I know.”

She shook her head, fingers playing over the edge of her face. “Not to me.”

“You can turn it off once I’m asleep. I just—“

“No. If you prefer it on, we leave it on.” Wilhemina hooked a finger under her chin, tipping it up. “That’s that.”

A sniff. A shaky breath. “Are you certain...?”

“Anything for you.”

And that night, when Mildred closed her eyes and steadied her breathing and melted into the warmth of her lover, she somehow, some way, felt like she had finally found her way home.

~~~

“That’s it, just like that.”

Wilhemina cooed, smirking as Mildred whined and rolled her hips down her thigh. A soft gasp, and Wilhemina tightened her hand in her hair, forcing her head back to expose more of her neck.

“Oh my, Ms. Ratched,” she tried softly, ignoring the way her mouth watered at the sight of her muscles pulling taunt. The way she swallowed.

“Millie,” Mildred gasped, letting out a small cry as Wilhemina latched her mouth to her neck.

She hummed as she nodded, relishing the taste of her when she was unraveling like this. Sticky, hot. So different from that sharp, sweet, clean taste when she was still dressed and still protected and still in charge.

“You’re learning.”

Mildred scoffed beneath her, and Wilhemina had a split second to brace herself before nails were raking up her thighs and up her lower back, Mildred’s hands splaying out and holding her close.

“And you’re going too slow.”

Wilhemina was flipped before she knew what was happening, gasping as Mildred grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down in to the mattress. Hard.

“Millie—“

But Mildred cut her off, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. And when she pulled back she was smiling. Sickly sweet.

“Besides, I thought we had an agreement that I could take care of you tonight, yes?”

Wilhemina’s brow furrowed, the need to top Mildred too intense for her to think of anything else. Until Mildred spoke again, her voice threading through the air, slicing through Wilhemina’s need like a knife.

“Unless you were planning on breaking the rules, Ms. Venable?”

And now it was Wilhemina’s turn to smile, laughing sarcastically as Mildred pinched at her sides until she squirmed.

“Mina,” she corrected over a giggle, biting down on her lip to keep from completely losing herself.

Mildred smirked, cocking her head as she repeated Wilhemina’s words back to her.

“You’re learning.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Mildred quirked a brow. “Language.”

But Wilhemina was too desperate, reaching for her hands and pushing them down over her hips.

“Now, Millie.”

And when Mildred smirked, nails pricking into Wilhemina’s tender skin there, something caught in Wilhemina’s chest.

Her eyes were razor sharp, lips twitching from a smirk to a smile, back and forth and back and forth. And just when Wilhemina was starting to think she looked almost sickening, she spoke, leaning down and pressing their foreheads together. Just out of reach. Just a bit too far.

“Oh now now, cinnamon. You know better than to rush me. I’m in charge tonight. That was the agreement. And I decide when you get my fingers. Understood?”

And Mina found herself nodding.

She was rewarded with a delicate kiss to her lips. Not nearly deep enough and entirely too sweet.

“Just so long as we’re both on the same page.” A moment, a breath spent staring into those predatory eyes. “Now why don’t you spread those pretty legs for me, hm?��

~~~

Mildred combed her fingers through Wilhemina’s hair, laid out so beautifully across her, head in her lap, fingers tracing the bones of her ankles.

Intimacy entangled.

“What did they do..?” Mildred breathed, running her fingers delicately over the morphed skin. A fleeting touch.

Wilhemina drew a slow breath. Calculated. Shaking. “First it was the brace. Screwed in. Stretched.”

“And the appointments for the table?” Mildred asked, her own breath starting to tremble at the idea.

Wilhemina nodded. “Yes.”

“How old were you?”

“Seven,” Wilhemina said softly, gasping as Mildred’s fingers tucked under a soft piece of her spine, bumping along the gaps in her vertebrae.

“And it hurt.”

It wasn’t a question. She knew it had hurt. Especially on someone so young. So pliant and vulnerable.

But Wilhemina didn’t answer, instead plowing ahead. “And then the surgery when I was thirteen.”

Mildred flinched, the images flashing through her mind. She had seen the slides. She knew what they did. Sliced tendons and ligaments. And there was rarely any progress.

“It didn’t work.”

Again, not a question. And this time, as Wilhemina shook her head no, Mildred found what she was looking for. The scars from the screws. Spaced evenly apart, marred by scars from the surgery. Exactly where they should be.

Wilhemina’s breaths stuttered as Mildred’s fingers slid over them, and she found her own breath speeding up at the thought of this woman on a table. So small. So scared. So cold.

“And the tethers?” Mildred asked, running through the typical steps in her head. Trying to remember what she had learned in her training.

But to her surprise, Wilhemina shook her head. She was panting now, and Mildred could feel her chest tightening in response as she trailed her fingers further down, where the spine corrected and compensated and bulged in the opposite direction.

“Electroshock therapy.”

Wilhemina had barely spoken, barely whispered. But Mildred heard her, completely and solely focused on this poor, fragile, broken thing beneath her. And she couldn’t help the way her heart lodged in her throat.

“W-Why?” she asked softly, her thumb brushing absently over a particularly bad scar.

Wilhemina took a deep breath, fingers flexing in the sheets. “There was a time where they thought it would help. A misalignment of the neurotransmitters firing. Especially with younger patients. I was already through puberty. It wouldn’t have made a difference. But I was broken. They were desperate. I was the shame—“

“—shame of your family,” Mildred finished for her. And she surprised herself when a tear fell onto her cheek. A quick swipe of her thumb and it was gone, and she leaned down and pressed a small kiss at the very top of Wilhemina’s spine. “You’re not the only one.”

Wilhemina shifted in her lap, fingers tracing Mildred’s knee as her breaths pulled long and shaky. As they slowed.

Mildred closed her eyes, centering herself. “Did they do the final surgery? With the pins and the staples?”

And she hated herself for how clinical it sounded when she asked. She wanted to be vulnerable. Wanted to be softer. For her.

For her.

But Wilhemina didn’t seem to mind, only shaking her head and sighing, her eyes fluttering closed. “I was pushed out of the house after the shock therapy didn’t work. And by the time I had earned enough of my own money to pay for the surgery, I was too old. It was too late.”

“It’s never too late,” Mildred tried, the motto ringing through her head.

“But it was,” Wilhemina replied, her voice low and raspy. “Even if it would have worked, I was already an adult. I was already... who I was. And I didn’t know who I was without my disability. Without my cane. Without my past and my pain and my perseverance. I’m not myself without this. And I can’t fully be myself with it.”

Mildred hummed, shaking her head softly. Because she knew. Of course she knew. The more she spoke to Wilhemina, the more she was convinced that they were the same person. The same soul, split between two bodies. With the same wants and needs and desires.

Her fingers skimmed down Wilhemina’s spine for what felt like the hundredth time, and suddenly she had this all-consuming need to memorize the exact shape of it. The exact way that it bulged and twisted and dipped. The exact way that this faulty thing kept this woman up and held her on her feet.

Another kiss. A sigh. And then, fingers shaking as they pulled through Wilhemina’s hair, brushing it back from her face.

“I know exactly what you mean.”

“Stay with me,” Wilhemina breathed, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Mildred’s thigh. And Mildred’s fingers stuttered in her hair as another tear fell, unbidden, onto her cheek.

Because she wanted to. She was pulled tight to this woman, an anomaly of existence, the very piece of her that she had always felt was missing, that she had always been searching for.

But she could never be so irresponsible to leave her home and leave her work and settle in with a woman that she had only known for two days.

“Stupid, idiotic girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Could she?

~~~

She had said no. And Wilhemina had broken right there, exposed and entirely too vulnerable, in her lap.

She had cried herself to sleep that night, curled against Mildred as she cooed and shushed her and stroked delicate fingers through her hair.

And when she woke in the morning, filled with the smell of Mildred and the feel of Mildred and the taste of Mildred still on her tongue, everything seemed a bit grey.

They made breakfast, speaking politely and laughing occasionally. Always broken, always half-formed. Got dressed and ready for the day, separately. Dolled themselves up in different types of armor—pantyhose, gloves, skirts, glasses.

And then Mildred left.

And then, she came back.

It was like the universe couldn’t fathom them being apart, a rip torn through their plane of existence when Mildred boarded her train and went back home, clear across the country.

Wilhemina hadn’t gone with her to the station, but she could feel when she left the city, when she left the state. It was a series of ties being broken, strings snapping in her chest as each one was pulled to breaking and eventually gave out.

Except the last one. The one that left a buzzing in Wilhemina’s ear, a ringing every time her cane tapped down that sounded so awfully close to the way Mildred sighed just as she was about to orgasm. The way she hummed, barely audible, when they kissed.

That tie remained. And one day, almost three months later, it got hotter.

Wilhemina had been making dinner, listening to the television drone on as she stirred her pasta in the pot, when her chest warmed. It was so sudden and so all-consuming that she almost dropped her tongs, Mildred’s name pounding through her head on a loop.

She had known what was coming before it did. She could sense her presence. Could practically see her smoothing down her skirt and running a finger over the brim of her hat as she walked up Wilhemina’s drive.

But the knock on the door — soft, three times — had still made Wilhemina jump, a lump of emotion lodging in her throat as she grabbed for her cane and walked slowly to the front door.

She knew it was her. Deep down, she knew it in her soul. They were tied together, whether Wilhemina liked it or not. But there was still that tiny, nagging voice in the back of her mind that told her not to get her hopes up. That wishing only led to disappointment.

Until she opened the door, heart pounding, and saw Mildred Ratched standing perfectly straight on her doorstep, a singular suitcase in hand.

“Millie,” Wilhemina breathed, like she needed confirmation. Like she was seeing a ghost.

Mildred swallowed, the smallest of smiles pushing at her lips.

“I was transferred to an institution not far from here,” she said softly, pointing absently behind her before ducking her head against her blush.

But Wilhemina caught it. She caught everything with this masterpiece.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of living in this city and...” She cleared her throat, fingers fidgeting with the handle of her suitcase. “And being apart from you.”

And just as Wilhemina glanced past her at the taxi sitting idle in the street, Mildred looked up, eyes glassy and almost vibrating with emotion.

“Does your offer still stand?”

Wilhemina had to physically bite the inside of her cheek to keep tears from her eyes, her fingers itching and playing on the top of her cane accordingly.

“Are the rest of your bags in the taxi?” Wilhemina asked, trying not to focus on the way Mildred’s chin was trembling. Trying not to hear the pounding in her head to kiss her.

Mildred nodded, and then Wilhemina was moving past her. A gloved hand skimmed over Wilhemina’s shoulder as she passed, just fleeting enough to be a tap.

“I haven’t paid the driver yet, I—“

But Wilhemina turned, and the angle was exactly like the first time she had walked past her in that stuffy university. But this time, the setting sun was glinting off of Mildred’s hair and there was a hope in her eyes, an intimacy that had Wilhemina’s hand tightening on her cane to keep her balance.

“You go inside,” she started, swallowing against the dryness in her throat. “Make yourself comfortable, set your things down. I’ll retrieve the rest of your bags and take care of the cab fare.”

It’s the least I can do, for him bringing you back to me.

Not even five minutes later, Mildred’s luggage was stacked in the foyer and the cab was driving away as Wilhemina stalked back up the short walk to her door.

She had expected Mildred to be sitting at the dining table, or putting her things in the bedroom. But to her surprise, when she closed the door, locked it safely behind her, and turned, Mildred was standing in the middle of her entryway, still holding tight to her suitcase and watching Wilhemina with sharp eyes.

Wilhemina tapped her cane, swallowing, and she didn’t miss the way Mildred’s eyes flicked to it.

And then, just like that, Mildred dropped her suitcase and practically ran to Wilhemina, gloved hands pulling her face down, pulling their mouths together.

Wilhemina let herself moan, tears instantly pricking her eyes at the memory of how good this felt. How right. And then Mildred’s hands were on her waist and she was pushing her back against the door. Hard.

“I missed you so much, Mina,” she breathed between kisses, peppering them over Wilhemina’s cheeks and down her jaw.

And then the tears did fall, because she had missed Mildred, too. So, incredibly much. More than she would have missed the air she breathed, the food she ate. More than she had ever missed anyone or anything in her entire life.

Her soul had been ripped from her, torn away and shipped off across the country. And now it was back, and with every kiss, they sewed themselves back together.

Stitch by stitch. Piece by piece.

~~~

She crowned herself with her nurse’s hat, pinning her hair back carefully around it and buttoning it up in the back. Wilhemina watched her. Watched the way she stood a bit straighter. Watched the way her feet came together and she shifted her weight, perfectly even. Perfectly level.

Wilhemina walked over, drawn to her like a magnet. And her cane clicked as she went, tapping down beside her and forcing a smirk to curl Mildred’s lips as she glanced at Wilhemina in the mirror.

She walked right up to her, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling Mildred back against her chest as her mouth found her ear.

“You look impeccable, darling.”

Mildred quirked a brow, eyes like daggers as they bored into Wilhemina from the mirror. She hummed.

“Almost good enough to eat.” Wilhemina pressed a kiss to her jaw, letting her eyes rake over Mildred’s perfect neck, the way it quivered as she swallowed, the shine of her hair pulled up in impeccable fashion just above her collar. She fingered the fabric there, letting her nails scrape over the soft skin just below her ear.

“Why don’t you take a bite, hm?” Mildred’s voice caught as Wilhemina’s nail pricked against her pulse point, and when she spoke again it was low, raspy. Dangerous. “See what happens.”

Wilhemina growled, leaning forward and tugging her earlobe between her teeth. She pulled Mildred flush against her, hand splaying out on her stomach. And Mildred gasped as her fingers found Wilhemina’s thigh, nails piercing the fabric. Wilhemina felt her swallow down a moan, tense, stutter. And then there was a long breath and a shaky sigh, and the nails in Wilhemina’s leg retracted as Mildred pulled away.

“I can’t be late for my first day of work, dear.”

She brushed down her dress, straightening out that perfectly pinned crown and putting the finishing touches on her hair.

And then, before Wilhemina could blink, Mildred wrapped her slender fingers around her tie and pulled her forward, dragging her out of the bedroom and through the house to the front door.

A disapproving tap of her cane, a small frown, and then Mildred had her purse and pressed a soft kiss to Wilhemina’s cheek, skirting out the door with a dark, “See you tonight, cinnamon.”

And she almost felt like it was a threat.

~~~

Wilhemina had never known love.

She had told Mildred flat out over dinner one night when traumas and pasts and fears were all laid bare on the table.

Mildred was different. She had known it and lost it. Seen people shattered beyond repair because of it. And she had put up those brick and mortar walls around her heart so that she couldn’t feel that kind of sadness ever again.

Yet somehow, every night that she came home to Wilhemina’s arms and her small smile and her absolute and complete honesty, she felt those walls start to fall. Little by little, brick by brick. And every morning when she awoke in her lover’s arms, after breakfasts shared and dressed zipped and buttoned, she had to rebuild it. Fortify herself for the world that lay just outside their door. The evil of it. The hurt.

It became all-consuming, this uneasy thought of love. It permeated every minute of her waking day, and haunted her dreams like some sort of cruel, intangible thing. But she always woke in Wilhemina’s arms. Safe and protected and entirely too vulnerable.

And one day, one tiny day that should have been absolutely nothing, Mildred was so consumed with the inkling of possibility of falling entirely too hard in love with Wilhemina, and what that meant for her future in this world, that she lost herself. Faltered, for a moment. Had to do up the buttons of her uniform twice before getting them to align. And forgot her lunch as she grabbed her purse and walked out the door.

~~~

It wasn’t unusual for Mildred to leave for work before Wilhemina did. It wasn’t unusual that she left for work before Wilhemina was even awake and out of bed.

At first it had scared Wilhemina, waking up alone and cold in a bed that had been so comforting and warm just hours before. Abandoned. Forgotten.

But Mildred had only been in the kitchen, cracking her eggs with such precision that Wilhemina had almost decided right then and there never to touch another egg again.

It just so happened that Mildred’s mornings got earlier just as Wilhemina’s nights got longer, the flex and pull of their schedules only crossing at certain points. A whirlwind of a double helix in flux.

Those days, Mildred would slip out of bed so quietly that Wilhemina wouldn’t even notice, usually awoken by the inevitable cold of an empty bed, rather than some sound from the bathroom or clattering from the kitchen.

Today had been no different. Today had been routine. Until Wilhemina opened the refrigerator almost three hours after Mildred had gone, only to find her lunch sitting packed and abandoned on the second shelf.

It wasn’t even a thought, the decision to take it to her. Just an action. The institution was on her way to work — well, almost on her way — and Wilhemina was already running early. It was nothing.

Until it wasn’t.

Wilhemina picked through the patients that crowded the common room, pursing her lips against the disgusted expression that was forming against her will. She stepped carefully, cane tapping lightly as she watched where she was going. The facility was impeccable, but this space, so unlike the hall, belonged to the patients. Not the nurses. Blankets were left forgotten on the ground, and shoes had been kicked off. And Wilhemina was just uncomfortable enough to worry about losing her footing.

She made it all the way to the other side of the room, coming up on a window like a sanctuary, before she realized that Mildred wasn’t here.

But just as the thought crossed her mind and she leaned forward to peer outside, Wilhemina heard her.

It was easy enough. The rooms were lavish, but mostly tile, and Mildred’s voice tended to carry, no matter how soft. But right now, it was hard. Harder than Wilhemina had ever heard it.

“I don’t care if he won’t take it, he needs it. If he doesn’t take his medicine, then not only will it put everyone else here at risk, but how soon can we expect them all to start refusing their medication? They need it, Betsy. They don’t know what is good for them. We know what is best.”

Wilhemina turned from the window, Mildred’s lunch clutched between gloved fingers. And Mildred must have noticed the movement, because she looked up. But just as Wilhemina let her guard down and offered a small smile, fingers twitching in a half wave, Mildred’s face melted, something like humiliation flushing through her perfect complexion as she marched straight to Wilhemina.

Shit.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing here?” Mildred whispered, gripping her fingers into Wilhemina’s elbow and pulling her back across the room to the nurse’s station.

“You forgot your lunch,” Wilhemina tried, keeping her voice down. Because somehow this was what wasn’t allowed. This was what was compromising.

A lunch.

Mildred’s humiliation shifted to horror, glancing for maybe the first time down at Wilhemina’s hands.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I don’t understand what the issue is, Nurse Ratched.” Wilhemina made sure to drag out her title. Just a bit too loud. Because she couldn’t seriously be upset with her for trying to be kind. For trying to do the right thing. She couldn’t possibly—

Mildred’s eyes narrowed before she glanced behind her. And when she spoke, it was through gritted teeth.

“Go set that down over there.” She indicated to a desk in the corner of the room. “And then go back to work before you screw something else up.”

A flat laugh fell out of Wilhemina almost before she could help it, fingers tightening on the bagged lunch. And before she knew what she was doing, she had shoved it into Mildred’s hands, leaning in impossibly close as she growled.

“Go set it down yourself.” She tapped her cane, too hard. Too loud. A few of the patients covered their ears. “You can be certain that this is the last time I ever do you any favors. Do you understand?”

Mildred’s nostrils flared, and her fingers twitched over the bag. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

And then Wilhemina straightened, nose twitching as she quirked her brow. “And let’s hope you never need it again.”

And then she was gone, breezing past Mildred before she said something else and the tears sticking in Wilhemina’s throat pushed up and fell.

She heard the bag crunch as she hit her cane on the floor, propelling herself forward, one step after the other, closer and closer to the exit. And she hated the way she hoped for Mildred’s voice to ring out, to call her back.

She almost looked back over her shoulder, a moment of weakness that she couldn’t afford. So she ducked her head instead, plowing ahead and storming down the hallway. Out the doors. All the way down the stairs to the street.

She fumed in the taxi, fumed all the way to her desk. Fumed for the next nine and a half hours that she sat at work, fingers picking at her typewriter as she swiveled back and forth in her chair, digging and twisting her cane into the weak wood floors as she ran over arguments and words to spit at her Mildred. Her Mildred. Nurse Ratched.

They weren’t the same woman. But neither was she. How could she be?

By the time Jefferson came to get her, going over final plans for the next day and collecting her paperwork, she had dug a nice little dent into the floor.

Small, deep. A bullet hole kneaded slowly and steadily. Just like the one Mildred’s words had worn into her heart.

~~~

“You wouldn’t like it if I showed up at your place of work without warning, would you?” Mildred’s voice was steady, arms crossed over her chest.

“Don’t—“

“Would you?”

Wilhemina’s cane hit the ground. “Stop that. Don’t treat me like you treat them. Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what? I’m just asking a simple question. The answer is either yes, or no.”

“Mildred, stop shrinking me.”

“You think I’m trying to control you?”

“No,” Wilhemina growled, stalking over to her as the last of her patience wore through. “I know you’re trying to control me. And you know that that’s not how this relationship works.”

She bent over Mildred, practically panting, and Mildred was shocked when a pang of regret shot through her. But then something hardened, because no. Wilhemina didn’t get to win this one. She had come to her office out of the blue. Could have exposed them. Put them both in danger.

Because Mildred had been careless. Forgotten her lunch. All for being so consumed with the idea of—

Mildred tipped her chin up, eyes hard as they met Wilhemina’s fiery ones. She stood her ground.

“Apologize.”

Wilhemina set her jaw. “No.”

She leaned up on her toes, leveling their height. “Apologize.”

Wilhemina shook her head slowly, eyes narrowing as her nose twitched. As her jaw set.

And then there were hands on Mildred’s shoulders and Wilhemina’s mouth was on hers, hard and fast and furious as she pushed her back, back, back, slamming her hard against the wall.

“Fuck,” Mildred hissed, and then Mina broke from her, mouth on her ear as she purred.

“Language.”

She scoffed, shoving at her, needing her off of her so that she could breathe. Think. Because when her hands were on her like this, and she was breathing like this, quick and ragged and right behind her ear, Mildred’s mind only comprehended one thing.

“Mina,” she tried, nails digging in as Wilhemina pulled her off the wall for a split second, only to throw her back against it again. She cried out, something hard knotting over her heart.

So this was how it was going to be? Fine.

Mildred lunged forward, kissing Wilhemina sloppily, desperately. Any way she could hold on to some semblance of control.

And she gasped, just as Mildred knew she would. So she took the opening, gripping hard into her waist and pushing her off, before her nails raked down Wilhemina’s arm and her fingers closed around her wrist.

Mildred pulled, yanking Wilhemina after her, across the living room, around the sofa. Down the short hallway, pulling harder every time Wilhemina tried to plant her feet. Until she threw her into the bedroom, Mina practically spinning around and pinning Mildred against the wall, the door jam digging into her spine.

She cried out, hands flying to Wilhemina’s shoulders. Clawing at her. Grappling for something to hold her down and hold her steady so she could get her advantage back.

“You’re so fucking infuriating,” Wilhemina growled, biting hard on Mildred’s neck. But no. She didn’t get to win.

So she pushed, hard, and sent Mina stumbling back. And Mildred was right there, stalking after her and shoving again, and this time, when Wilhemina stumbled, she landed hard on the bed.

Mildred was over her in seconds, panting as she crushed her mouth back against Wilhemina’s, tongues fighting as their teeth clashed. Her fingers found buttons and she yanked, the rip cutting through the room.

She didn’t even wait for Wilhemina to shrug the shirt off, fingers already dug into the waistband of her skirt and rucking it down, down, down.

She got it down around her ankles, but as she braced herself on Mina’s knees and pulled herself back up, Wilhemina’s hand found her chin, pulling her in for a bruising kiss and holding her firm as her free hand flicked open the buttons on her shirt, one by one, so fast it should have been impossible.

“Get your shirt off,” Mildred panted, hands scrambling to find purchase on Mina as she crawled up on the bed and straddled her.

But Mina pulled back, a smirk like death making her eyes go black.

“Ladies first.”

And that was the last straw. Mildred’s patience had already been tested from the ordeal this morning, amplified by the unexpectedness of Wilhemina showing up at her work. That stupid, thoughtful way she brought her the forgotten lunch. The tiny wave. Like she cared. Like she—

Mildred growled, practically a scream as she grabbed Wilhemina’s shoulders and shoved her down until she was swallowed by the mattress. Splayed a hand out over her chest to keep her pinned. Keep her down.

She could feel Mina’s heart hammering, could feel how fast she was panting. Gasping.

Nails clawed at her arm, dragging down as Mildred cried out. There would be blood soon. She knew that feeling.

But then Wilhemina pulled her hand from her chest, twining their fingers hard and pressing hot, wet, quick kisses down over the already reddening marks. Yanked her fingers back. Licked. Right over her palm.

Mildred moaned, the feeling going straight to her core, and then her hands were in Wilhemina’s hair and she was pulling her neck taunt to get better access. So she could bite and suck and mark her for everyone to see.

She sat up on her knees, gaining leverage. And Mina’s hands were on her ass in an instant, kneading. Hard.

“Logic would imply that I shouldn’t let you touch me until you apologize,” Mildred managed, back to base form as she leaned into Mina’s hands. As she moaned into her neck.

Her teeth dug into a particularly sensitive spot, pinching the already flushed skin. And just as Mina gasped, just as she thought she’d won, Mina’s hands fell to her thighs, the world spun, and she was on her back. And Mina’s hand was wrapped tight around her throat.

“No more talking,” she growled, her free hand scraping roughly down Mildred’s stomach, under the band of her skirt, and straight between her thighs.

“Fuck, Mina,” Mildred gasped, the words melting into a groan as her thumb slid over her underwear.

Wilhemina shoved her further into the bed, fingers tightening. And Mildred’s vision blurred at the edges as she gasped for breath.

Perfect. Delicious. Exactly what she wanted.

No talking. Only feeling. Only Wilhemina.

But then Mina spoke, voice hot by her ear.

“I said no talking. I don’t want another word out of you until you’re ready to apologize.”

She pushed her underwear aside on the last word, slipping two fingers easily inside. Mildred cried out, hands grabbing for the arm braced on her throat and holding on tight as her hips started rocking of their own accord.

“Apologize for what,” she panted, eyes screwing shut as Mina curled her fingers.

A flat laugh. A squeeze to her throat. Heat pooling between her thighs.

“For making an entire scene just because I brought you your lunch. Because I took time out of my day to make sure you were taken care of.”

Mildred was slammed back into the mattress again.

“What does your logic say about that, Nurse Ratched?”

There were tears pricking at Mildred’s eyes now, because she wouldn’t break. She wouldn’t. But Wilhemina’s fingers picked up their pace, and then her mouth was on hers, and Mildred knew exactly what was coming.

Mina bit down on her lip. Hard. Yanked at it, pulling until Mildred whimpered.

“Apologize,” she growled, fingers twisting and curling and nails pricking against Mildred’s throat.

Mildred barely had the competence to shake her head no, but she managed it. Because as loud as her body was screaming with a need for more, for so much more of this woman, her brain wouldn’t let her.

The rational part of Mildred’s brain kept the words stuck down in her throat, pounding that she didn’t need to say them. That this wasn’t her fault. That she had only been protecting herself. But the sentimental part kept pushing them back up again, harder and harder the longer Mildred stared at Wilhemina, eyes dark and predatory and so filled with hurt.

“I’m not letting you come until you apologize,” Wilhemina scolded, nails scratching over Mildred’s throat as her fingers moved faster, harder. Her thumb brushed over her clit.

Mildred sobbed, entire body vibrating with the beg for release.

It almost felt like she was choking, the way she was swallowing the words down, only for them to get stuck again. Suffocate her.

Wilhemina shook her head softly, holding Mildred’s eye contact like a lifeline as the smallest smile graced her lips. An angel above her. Salvation.

And that was it. Mildred broke for the millionth time with this woman, relinquishing control.

Letting go.

Her orgasm hit her without Mina’s permission, shaking through her body and sending lightning down her spine. And the words were pulled from her just before her vision went black, hands twisting on Mina’s arm and toes curling hard in the sheets.

“I lo-ove you.”

She didn’t realize that she hadn’t apologized, the wrong words coming out of her, until she blinked her vision back and saw Wilhemina’s wide eyes, clarity piercing through whatever hurt and determination had been there just moments before.

And then Mildred realized why the words had burned so hot in her throat. It wasn’t an apology. It was the truth. The reason. The explanation of why she had behaved the way she did and why she had lashed out. Why she had felt so scared and vulnerable that she couldn’t emotionally handle seeing Wilhemina somewhere she didn’t expect her.

She wanted to apologize then, wanted to take them back. Because she had let herself slip. Again. And all it seemed to be doing was causing more trouble. She wasn’t tampering anything down, she was spinning the world further and further out of control. Unthreading her reality and watching the picture unravel before her eyes.

“How do you always seem to mess everything up?”

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

“Everything you touch turns to dust. How is that even possible? You should win some sort of prize for screwing this many things up. I swear.”

Wilhemina’s hand over hers brought her back, the air deathly still as Mildred’s voice rang off the walls. Over and over and over.

She met Wilhemina’s eyes, heart still hammering in her chest as she fought to regulate her breathing. To calm herself down. It had always been so easy. Why was it so difficult now?

“Does that scare you...?” Mina asked softly, shifting over her as her gaze burned through Mildred.

Before she knew what she was doing, she nodded. Because it did. She did.

And Wilhemina matched her, nodding in time. “It scares me, too.”

At that she did apologize, a soft “I’m sorry” falling from her lips in a last desperate attempt to calm the situation. To salvage the last piece of anything. To pull control back down over herself.

But Wilhemina only shook her head, a softness in her eyes that Mildred had never seen before.

“Don’t apologize.”

And then that heavy silence. So familiar. So comfortable. Give their souls space. Let them figure it out.

The words would come when they were ready.

Wilhemina sniffed, tracing her thumb over Mildred’s cheek. “Do you remember when I told you that I had never known love?”

And Mildred nodded again, finding herself unable to do anything else with the way Mina was staring at her. Eyes glittering. Galaxies.

“I’m not sure that’s true anymore,” she whispered, gaze falling to Mildred’s mouth. Across the ages and spaces and miles between them. It could only have been inches now. “I don’t think it’s been true for a while.”

Mildred let the words swim around her, furnishing her sanctuary here, pressed into a bed underneath Wilhemina. Locked in orbit, pulled in tight and unable to do anything but stare.

She startled as a tear fell onto her cheek, swiping at it quickly as she sniffed. Came back to the present. The room fell back into place.

And then her world, her life, her eternity, her Wilhemina kissed her.

“My beautiful Millie,” she murmured, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. Until the world swam again, this time for a completely different reason, happiness and joy threading through her and pouring like stardust in her veins.

“Yours.”

~~~

“Shall we?”

Mildred threaded her arm through Wilhemina’s, pushing her hair up and letting her fingers ghost over the rim of her hat.

“I’d love nothing more, Ms. Venable.”

And the way that they walked together, their steps perfectly in time, Wilhemina’s cane tapping as she moved forward steadily, one foot after the other, matched with Mildred’s calculated walk, the way her feet barely crossed and she was almost pigeon-toed, like she was strutting down a runway.

It should have been illegal, just after the war. It should have been frowned upon. But the power that flowed off of them when they were arm in arm like this, the way Mildred’s heart swelled and her chin tipped up and she managed to physically look down on everyone in her path, had people scattering like rats as their heels clicked along the tile.

And the entire night, everyone at Wilhemina’s office party steered more than clear of them. Hushed whispers behind their backs had Wilhemina’s hands skirting just a bit too far down Mildred’s hips as she took small sips of her champagne, setting her gloved fingers itching and her thighs pressing together under her perfectly asymmetrical skirt.

And Mildred made it a point to turn her head, just so, and whisper in Wilhemina’s ear whenever she was mid-conversation with her coworkers. Sometimes it was nothing. Sometimes it was filthy.

But either way, she knew just the breath on Wilhemina’s ear was enough to make her pulse run a bit quicker.

And sure enough, before dinner was even served, Wilhemina had made some sort of excuse and the two of them were running from the taxi, through the rain, and huddling together on the porch as Mina dug for her key.

That night was her favorite night.

Both of them soaked to the bone, sharing over-poured glasses of wine, half-dressed and drying out in front of the fireplace.

And when Wilhemina gave her that smile, that particularly fond smile where her cheeks pushed up and her eyes softened, Mildred pushed her tongue into her cheek, fighting her own grin.

They kissed until the fire burnt out, embers barely flickering in the black room. And just as the last of the light died, Mildred and Wilhemina sticky and naked and curled together on the floor, Wilhemina made to get up.

Mildred’s hand on her arm stopped her, and she snuggled further against her to keep her still.

“No light tonight,” she said softly. And she meant it.

She wasn’t frightened. Not now. Not anymore.

“Millie?”

And Mildred let herself smile as she nodded. Because she had never been more certain of anything than she was of loving Wilhemina in this moment, and of letting herself be loved in return. Letting herself go.

The world wasn’t logical. The world wasn’t ordered. Not when it came to her. Wilhemina had come in and spun her right out of control. And she kept doing it. Over and over again. Like it was a game.

Maybe it was.

And as Mildred leaned forward, capturing Mina’s lips in a languid kiss and humming contentedly, she realized that she was absolutely fine losing, if it meant that she got to have this.

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the Einstein; teaser.

FRATHOUSE MASTERLIST.

If you were to ask Jungwoo how he found himself immersed into the frat life, he wouldn’t know how to answer you either. He is, to this day, confused as everyone else who knows that he is part of a fraternity.

He still remembers his first day of college, his freshman year. Growing up and learning to have social skills wasn’t easy for a little genius like him. Ever since he learnt how to read and write perfectly at the age of three, he hadn’t stopped learning anything new everyday. He had been blessed with the power of knowledge, and an immense hunger for growing up and keep learning.

At the age of fifteen he had already been proposed to enter college, something his parents had kindly declined. Jungwoo kept repeating to them that he wanted to go to college— he wanted to keep learning, he felt bored in high school. He needed something new to stimulate his brain, but they were strict on their decision.

He had to wait another three years to enter college, but that didn’t meant he lost his time during those three years. He already knew everything that there was to be taught in high school, that’s why he invested his time in learning a lot of different things that had nothing to do with school. He learnt French and Spanish in one year, he decided to grow different kind of plants in his house, finding the stranger ones the most beautiful ones. He played chess with the elders every evening when he went to visit his grandparents at the residency, and he also managed to reach his goal of reading one thousand books in three years.

He achieved all of that but the only thing he didn’t work on was his social skills, which were almost non existent. When he first stepped on campus he was accompanied by his parents, who were still nervous on how their son would react by the drastic change of environment. He had always been left aside in his hometown, but they didn’t want the story to repeat itself on this new fresh start.

His mother’s hands were trembling once he hugged her for the last time after they said their goodbyes. Jungwoo, on the other hand, had a bright smile on his face. He couldn’t believe that it was actually happening, this was actually real life and not one of his multiple dreams on coming to college. He could already feel himself getting excited by everything there was to learn.

The only thing he didn’t know was the fate that really expected him.

His first night on the dorm, he couldn’t sleep. He was accustomed— when he didn’t sleep in his bed, it was impossible for him to drift off. But that night was different. The loud noises of people screaming and laughing that was coming from one of the rooms on his floor made it impossible for him to even close his eyes.

That night he sat straight on his bed, looking at the door of his room. What if he went out and kindly asked them to tone it down? What if the went out there and tried to actually talk with people he didn’t know? All kind of intrusive thoughts invaded his mind as he tried to solve the dilemma on what to do.

He knew very well he would met with those kind of people. The ones who attended college only for the parties, drugs and sex. He didn’t know those kind of people— well, he didn’t have much friends, not even back home. But he thought it was stupid to lose your time by spending it wasted and destroying your body with all kind fo substances. “Ugh” he sighed under his breath as he took the handle of the door and swung it open, making his way to the room where all of the trouble seemed to be going on.

He knocked once, but no one seemed to notice. He knocked once again and laughs erupted from inside. A tall guy opened the door, shirtless. Jungwoo’s eyes widened once he saw the image before him, and he tried to look everywhere but at the guy. He could see a lot of people inside, all of them were dressed, thankfully for him. It seemed like they were ready to go out. “How can I help you my dude?” He tall shirtless guy said before him, drawing Jungwoo’s attention once again.

“Um— i was actually going to ask if you guys could tone—“

“No way, dude here’s a freshman you didn’t catch!” He tall guy screamed to the back, making another boy appear from behind him, hanging his arm around the shoulders of the shirtless guy. “Where were you hiding yourself lil’ boy?” He asked, titling his head to the side. He could see the boys’ eyes were red, maybe form the alcohol, maybe from the drugs. He couldn’t know. “I was in my room— but hey I wanted to ask if you guys could—“

“I’m so sorry we forgot about you!” The tall guy said loudly, taking Jungwoo by his forearm. “I think everyone’s here now! Let’s go!” He said dragging Jungwoo, who was still dressed in his pajamas, with him. “Hey! Where are you going! I have to go back—“

“What do you mean where are we going? Don’t you know what happens tonight?” The tall boy cut him off turning around to look at him. The people inside the room slowly started to go out, all of them were dressed in their pajamas. Another boy stopped behind the tall shirtless boy who was holding Jungwoo by his arm. “It’s the NCT fraternity’s welcome party for every freshman in campus!” He smirked down at Jungwoo, who already wanted to run away ever since he heard the word party.

“Oh, guys I’m flattered you’re inviting me but uh—“

“C’mon! We’re hosting this for you and you’re turning it down? Kinda rude if I say” the one who appeared from behind laughed. “I’m Yuta, by the way” he extended his hand, waiting for Jungwoo to shake it. “And I’m Jaehyun” the shirtless guy who was still holding him by his forearm introduced himself after the boy named Yuta. “I believe we’re a year older than you, so you better listen to your elders, boy” Jaehyun spoke pointing at Jungwoo’s noise, making Yuta laugh from behind.

Jungwoo’s smile had already disappeared long ago, and his furrowed brows were the only thing that gave away his current mood.

That night was still a blur for Jungwoo. He had drunk for the first time, but he had also saved a life for the first time. The darkness of all the rooms, the loud music and all of the people really overwhelmed all of his spirit, making him dizzy. He had never felt that way, and he swore to himself more than once that night that he wouldn’t drink again, ever.

His feet were dragging against the floor as he tried to look for the front door of the big house where the party was being hosted. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but the loud banging inside of his head made it almost impossible for him to even open his eyes completely.

Suddenly, the music stopped completely and the darkness of the room disappeared once someone turned all the lights on. “We need help!” Someone shouted, making the room panic as everyone gathered around someone in the middle of the living room. “Please stand back! We need help!” They kept screaming, and those screams pierced inside of Jungwoo’s mind, who was leaning back on the far end of the living room.

“He still has pulse!” Someone screamed back. “Please— everyone leave the room! Johnny! Call an ambulance!”

Everything was going too quick for Jungwoo to react— but when he saw the body of Jaehyun, the one who had dragged him to that hell, on the floor, it seemed like all of his senses came back to him in a rush. Jungwoo blinked twice before stepping on both his feet, slowly walking towards the body that was laying on the floor. “Didn’t I say for you to go out?!” The boy who was crunching next to him screamed in Jungwoo’s face, but he didn’t pay attention to it.

All of his attention was now set on how to help him— how to save him. His mind had completely shut down reality, and the only thing that existed at that moment was a problem to solve— how to make Jaehyun breathe again. It wasn’t something difficult for him, since he had already learnt years ago how to do CPR on people— a hobby he had during his high school years. He placed his head on Jaehyun’s chest and he could still properly hear his heart beat, that’s when he started.

And that’s how everything started for him. Jaehyun was grateful to no end for Jungwoo’s intervention, and managed to convince all of his fraternity brothers to let him in, even when Jungwoo himself had said multiple times that he didn’t want to be part of the fraternity. After being followed by Jaehyun everywhere for a whole month, he finally had to give in.

What he didn’t know is how grateful he would be for forming part of that family. All of his brothers accepted him for what he was: a little genius. None of them called him a werido, none of them made fun of him. It was the other way around, almost every time they came to him looking for help— or even advice. They all respected Jungwoo for his persona, something he had never experienced before.

That’s how his real life started— or at least that’s what he liked to think. That’s how things were for him now.

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HI ITS ME WHO'S NOT OVER JJK BLONDE SELFIE AND WILL NEVER BE -💫

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO <33333333

HONESTLY ITS THE WAY YOH SAY SUCH NICE THINGS AND I DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END BECAUSE INCONSISTENCY BLEEDS INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE FNEKALKD BUT I'M GETTING DONE WITH MY FIRST LEG OF EXAMS ON MONDAY SO YAY TO THAT!! OKAY I THINK WE'LL MOVE SLOWLY WITH BABY STEPS JUNGKOOK DROPPED SOME SELCAS JIMIN DROPPED SOME SELCAS IN THE WORDS OF THE LEGENDARY JEON JUNGKOOK ALL WE NEED NOW IS "together..BAM!" (THAT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER THE WAY HE SAYS IT 🤧)

YES IN THIS HOUSE WE SCREAM OVER JIMIN'S DISRESPECT HE IS THE PARAGON OF A MULTI-FACETED MAN THAT HAS US WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. THE AUDACITY 😤

CHANEL X JIMIN LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN AND OMG THAT SELFIE THAT DROPPED?? SIR???? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?? I MEAN YES BH SAID LET'S DROP SELFIES IN BULK BUT THAT ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN BLACK(GREY? I DONT KNOW FHSKKAJF) WITH THE SHIRTS UNBUTTONED!!! THEM COLLARBONES ARE FREE AND THEY'RE THRIVING IN THE OPEN IN THAT ONE. ALSO HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY. OH GOD LITERALLY HE HAS THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE KNOWS HE DOES HOT BOY SHIT LIKE SHUT UP OK YOU CANT DO THAT JAIL FOR U NDNSLSKAJJW

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE THATS RIGHT!! EVEN STRAIGHT MEN?? BRO LIKE HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL GENDERS JUST TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES FOR YOU IT'S INSANE AND OMG MISS SHIVI HAVE YOU SEEN THAT ONE CLIP IN WHICH JIMIN HOLDS HIS GAZE WITH THESE MEN WHO LOOK AT HIM (i think it was bon voyage?) and when they cross each other he JUST SMIRKS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR LIKE YEAH OK ALEXA PLAY I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT. AND YES I'LL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTIME 💗💗

12PM KST IS THE HOLY HOUR I TELL YOU ALTHOUGH I REMEMBER WAITING THE NIGHT BEFORE BE CAME OUT WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO COME AND BH WAS JUST LIKE "yea...no" OMG THAT'S AWESOME YOUR COUSIN'S VISITING YOU

HHFJDOSO YEAH IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THEY DID THE JUMP ALTHOUGHHHH I'M POSITIVE THEY'LL DO SMTH COOL LIKE THAT IN THEIR CONCERTS BECAUSE THEIR PERFORMANCE QUALITY IS JUST.. THROUGH THE ROOF IT'S CRAZY!! WHEN THE PERFORM WINGS?? LIKE HOLY SHIT NO CHOREO NO POSITIONS JUST BTS RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE MAKING THE CROWD GO FERAL I LOVE EVERY WINGS PERFORMANCE SO MUCH MY SEROTONIN LEVELS ARE ALWAYS AT A HIGH THEN. OOHH MY GODDD BS&T IS REALLY THAT BITCH!!!! WHO'S DOING IT LIKE HER TODAY NO ONE IS EXACTLY. AND NOOOO I TOTALLY GET IT WE THINK ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH THAT ACCIDENT HAS THE SAME EFFECT ON ME. IF ONLY YOU'D TOLD ME THEN IN 2016 THAT THAT ACCIDENT WAS THE START OF SO MANY I'D BE PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED (see: him basically stripping himself that one serendipity performance. holy shit.)

FOR REAL THO CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED OUT OF NOWHERE AND DO YOU REMEMBER JIMIN SAYINF uUH iM nOt wORkInG oN a SoLo SoNg aT ThE mOmEnT heHe LIKE ALL MEN DO IS LIE OK AT THIS POINT. BYE. YES TAEHYUNG DID WARN US BUT ARMYS (LIKE MYSELF) PUT THEIR CLOWN WIGS ON AND THOUGHT IT WAS KTH1 LMAO. OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T SLEEP THROUGH ANY OF THEIR UPCOMING SONG RELEASES BUT I'M SURE IT'S THE BEST FEELING TO WAKE UP TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFS AND SEE "Big Hit Labels" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE FIREEE. DUDE SERIOUSLY I NEED JIMIN TO GO LIVE AGAIN (although we've been well fed by namjoon for now🤧😌💗) LIKE THAT ONE YT LIVE WHERE HE SAID "O...M...G" SHUT UP STOP BEING SO CUTE I'M DHJSWLIFJWKALS

LMAO OKAY YEAH THAT'S VALID YOUR BLOG THEME IS BASICALLY ✨jimin✨ AND I LOVE THAT IT REALLY GRAVITATED ME AND YOUR URL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD YOUR BRAINNN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

YES YES YES JIMIN IS SO PERFECT AND THE SOCK DOODLESSS 😭😭😭 oooo so when did you get into giffing? how did you start? BROOOOO YOUR URL'S ORIGIN STORY. I LOVE IT WOW YES IT'S DEFINITELY GOT THE REQUIRED ✨pazzaz✨

NOOO OMG THIS URL IS YOUR BRAND LIKE YOU'RE A LEGEND ON ARMYBLR I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BUT STILL!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE AT THE END 💖

OMG QUARANTINE DID IT'S ONE GOOD JOB AND GOT YOU INTO BANGTAN YAY. OMG YOU AND MISS LIFEGOESMON ARE FRIENDSS??? LEGENDS INTERACTING THIS IS SO COOL. LMAO THE PARADIGM SHIFT YOU MUST'VE FELT FROM LISTENING TO STAY GOLD (WHICH BTW THE MV...THE LITERAL CUTEST OH GOD THE LITTLE DOG AND JIMIN'S LITTLE SMILES DHSJAOWO) TO THEN GOING TO BST IN WHICH JIMIN IS BASICALLY STRIPPING AND JUNGKOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO. YES BS&T HAS EVERYONE HOOKED THE POWERRRR. YOU FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH YOUR FRIEND'S ASSISTANCE OH GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 💓 EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAH OKAY MY STORY ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS YOURS IS BUT IN 2016 BASICALLY ALL I KNEW OF KPOP WAS GANGNAM STYLE AND WASNT WILLING TO CUANGE THAT PERCEPTION (FOOL BEHAVIOUR I TELL YOU) AND WAS TOO BUSY OBSESSING OVER ONE DIRECTION'S REUNION AND SO ONE NIGHT (THE NIGHT BEFORE JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY 🤧🤧) I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEIR BS&T TEARS MV AND I HEARD IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! THIS IS THAT SUPER ADDICTIVE SONG THAT I'D HEARD SOMEWHERE AND IT JUST SPIRALLED FROM THERE I REMEMBER SEEING JIMIN AND BEING LIKE 👀👀👀👀 WHO IS HE I LIKE HIM AND JUST HIS AURA DREW ME IN SOOO MUCH AND WHEN I WAS GETTING INTO THEM I REMEMBER WRITING THEIR NAMES IN MY NOTES TO SEE IF I COULD REMEMBER 🤧 AND I STILL HAVE THAT NOTE FROM 4+ YEARS AGO 💓 AND YEAH BASICALLY SEEING THEM DO ALL THE MUSIC SHOWS AND STUFF AT THE TIME WAS SO COOOL AND MIND YOU BH DIDN'T HAVE SUBS FOR BANGTAN BOMBS THEN SO WENT ON THESE SKETCHY DAILYMOTION TYPE SITES LOOKING FOR ALL THE CONTENT I COULD CHURN OUT LMAO

AND YES!! COURTESY OF YOU I DID WATCH SOME RUN EPS!! I WATCHED THEIR CANADA ONES SPEAKING OF WHICH I LOOOVE THAT PART WHERE THEY'RE DOING THAT SONG GUESSING THING IN THE MORNING AND JIMIN SAYS "are you cold?" 🥺🥺 TO TAE AND HUGS HIM URRHRHEHSJSJSH AND I ALSO SAW THE ONES WITH THE PUPPIES GODDDDD I LOVE THE PUPPIES ONE SO MUCH LITERALLY JUNGKOOK AND HIS DOG (MIRI?) OH MY GOD THAT LIL FLUFFER AND ADAM IS MY ICON WITH HOW HE JUST DID HIS OWN THING LMAO.

BUT ANYWAY!! DO YOU HAVE A FAVE ERA?? LIKE DO YOU EVER LOOK AT THEM AND GO "Damn I wish I was a fan then" BECAUSE HONESTLY I WISH I HAD STANNED THEM IN THEIR DOPE ERA BUT I DON'T THINK I WOULD HAVE SURVIVED JIMIN THEN DHKSOWID-💫

FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!!!!!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!!! AND YAYYYYY CONGRATS I HOPE THE FIRST LEG OF EXAMS WENT WELL <333333 AND OH MY GOD you’re gonna make me cry with the together baam goddddddd same one of my fave moments and jimin’s giggles after that 😭😭😭😭 my babies <3 :((((

that..... black suit selca....... that opened button...... like open one more dear sir who’s stopping you... just do it <33333 YEAH he totally needs to shut up with his i know im hot side it just kills me every single time 😭😭😭😭😭

LISTEN THAT BV3 MOMENT S H O O K ME OKAY????? THOSE GUYS LOOKED AT HIM AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT (AND HE SHOULD BE) AND THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR????? LIKE HE KNOWS HE HAS EVERY SINGLE PERSON; NO MATTER WHAT GENDER; WRAPPED AROUND HIS LIL PINKY LIKE THAT???????

OH MY GOD ME TOO I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE WINGS STAGE AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SO MUCH FUN IS JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEE THEIR ENERGY DURING THE SY TOUR MEDLEY WITH IDOL AND BAEPSAE AND FIRE AND DOPE ZSXDFGFCHGVJBHJN THEY JUST LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE CROWD AND THE MUSIC AND ITS JUST SO FUCKING SURREAL TO WATCH HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY DOING WHAT THEY DO!!!!! kinda makes me want to find that happiness and passion in whatever i do in my professional life <3 and LISTEN jimin said the break the soul commentary THAT HE COULD DO SERENDIPITY SHIRTLESS TOO. THE AUDACITY. HE SAID THAT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST.

YOU KNWO WHAT I THINK JIMIN WON’T GIVE US A HINT BEFORE DROPPING PJM1. HE’LL JUST DROP IT ONE FINE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE HE DROPPED PROMISE AND CHRISTMAS LOVE (i wasn’t here when he dropped promise but i read that on twitter sdfghjkl) AND NO PLS NO I DO N O T WANT TO SLEEP THROUGH JJK1 OR KTH1 OR PJM1 OR KSJ1 OR NAMGI MIXTAPE 3 OR HOBI MIXTAPE 2 OR ANYTHING BASICALLY YOU GET IT i had slept through dynamite cb because i had NO CLUE that they were gonna drop it at 1pm kst rather than 12 am kst. i was under the impression that since they dropped all the teaser pictures and the teaser itself as 12 am kst, the mv will drop at 12 am kst too. and I woke up like two hours after the mv dropped (which was almost noon my time) and i felt like A FUCKING FOOL AND I JUST 😭😭😭😭 NEVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭

AND YES BABIE NEEDS TO COME LIVE SOON PLS I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH :((((( AND HIS O...M.....G HAD MADE ME FUCKING SOBBBBBBBBBBB his yt live god he looked sooooooo fluffy with his hair and his tiny hands and his puppy eyes and soft voice im just so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NO NONNONONONO PLEASE IM NO LEGEND DON’T SAY THAT IM EMBARRASSED im just a normal fangirl who makes okayish gifs 😭😭 and ok yes so i started giffing LONNNGGGGGG time back on a different public fan forum from my country but i never knew the right process and stuff so obviously the gifs were shitty lmao BUT ANYWAY i got into gifmaking PROPERLY this in july last year and obviously struggled a lot in the beginning because i didn’t know shit about colouring and stuff lmao but i kept practicing and even though im not perfect rn i do think that i got better. i love giffing tho. its such a nice creative outlet and whenever i gif the boys it brings me so much happiness :( <33

AND YES ASDFGHJKL ME AND HER ARE FRIENDS SINCE A VERY LONG TIME SDFGHJK LIKE LONG BEFORE BOTH OF US GOT INTO BTS SDFGHJ and ah yes the whiplash lmaooooooo and you’re right god the stay gold mv is SO FUCKING PRETTY THE COLOURS IN THAT ENTIRE MV HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND JIMIN AND TAE AND JOON WITH THE DOGGO JUST EVERYTHING SDFGHJK <3333333 AND BS&T DUDE I GIFFED THE MV YESTERDAY AND IM 💀💀💀💀💀 (like i just giffed jimin from the mv but i did watch the whole thing 5647589 times <333333) AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!! I WAS A LILLY SINGH FAN (IDK IF YOU KNOW HER SHE’S A YOUTUBER) BACK IN 2016 AND PEOPLE BACK THEN HAD REQUESTED HER TO REACT TO BS&T MV AND I HAD WATCHED HER REACTION VIDEO AND (although it didn’t stick with me back then because i was a fucking fool) I DID SOMEHOW REMEMBERED THE JIN AND STATUE KISSING MOMENT AND WHEN IN 2020 I SAW THE MV AND SAW THE KISSING MOMENT MY BRAIN JUST!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE AND THEN I REMEMBERED I HAD SEEN THIS IN THE REACTION VIDEO LMAOOOOO i wish i hadn’t been a fool and gotten into them back then :((((

AH NO OMG YOUR STORY IS SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEE ATLEAST YOU WEREN’T A FOOL LIKE ME TO NOT GET ATTRACTED TO BS&T THE FIRST TIME OF SEEING IT!!!! I WANNA HIT MY 2016 SELF LIKE DAMN YOU YOU FOOLISH ASSHOLE AND yes omg how did y’all do the subs thing damnnnnn i can’t imagine

AND YES THE CANADA RUN EPIS ARE LOOOVVVEEEE and that vmin moment plsssssss i cry everytime 😭😭😭😭😭 it is just so soft and innocent and tae’s little smile after jimin just turns around and hugs him 😔😔😔😔 i love soulmates 😔😔😔😔 AND MIRI YES OMG EVERYONE WAS SO IMPRESSED BY THE LITTLE CUTIE AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK JUST KEPT ADORING HER THROUGHOUT MADE ME SO SO SOFTTTT and bro adam is me. i am like that. lazy and un-motivated AF. although if i were a dog and jin were to be my owner i would listen to him so well and jump on him every chance i’d get 😌😌😌

GOD YES RED HAIR DOPE ERA JIMIN 💀 BABIE BUT MAKE IT SEXY 🥵🥵 AND OMG YESDGFHG MY FAVE ERA IS HYYH. ORANGE HAIRED JIMIN. PLS. HE’S EVERYTHING. I WISH I HAD GOTTEN INTO THEM DURING THAT. LIKE THAT ERA IS ..... SOMEHOW SO FUCKING WILD AND STILL SO ASSURING AND CALMING ????? KEEPS ME ROOTED LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN DFGHJKL AND WINGS TOO DAMN I WISH I WAS HERE TO LIVE ALL THOSE AMAZING ERAS. but even though i wish i had gotten into them earlier... i think i found them when i needed them the most. I was going through a very difficult time last year and they somehow they made me feel so fucking safe and at home that the connection was instant. honestly i’ve never stanned or felt a connection with any celebrity as strong as the one i feel with bangtan. its like... they don’t know i exist but they still know EXACTLY what im feeling and what to say or do at that time to make me feel comforted. Its weird god but its true :((( SORRY I GOT EMO I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT SDFGHJKL

#anonymous #replied #💫

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Mr. Katsuki & Mr. Nikiforov

Promotion teaser for @yoiregencyweek. We’re so excited! Please vote for the prompts you want to see in the event.

Art by @littledancer8-writes Ficlet by @linisen

There are few things that made Victor Nikiforov lose his composure. He could count on one hand the times it had happened since presentation as an alpha, and all of them have been associated with Yuuri Katsuki.

The first time can hardly count as Victor’s fault at all. He had only been a year into presentation, hormones still raging in his veins, when Yuuri Katsuki stepped out from the carriage to attend a ball at the Nikiforov estate. Victor had been unable to stop himself from turning Mr. Katsuki’s hand and taking a deep breath right above his scent gland. His nose graced the glove-covered scent gland, and a gasp left Mr. Katsuki’s lips. It was a soft and almost inaudible, but Victor still heard it. He was sure he had been found out, and that Mr Katsuki would alarm his family. He glanced up to catch Mr Katsuki’s eye, which had grown wide in surprise. Victor carefully let go of his hand and straightened, still holding that caramel gaze. Mr Katsuki looked stunned, and Victor’s lips quirked up in a smirk.

“Pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Katsuki,” he greeted. “I shall hope you will save me a spot on your dance card.”

“Yes,” Mr. Katsuki answered, a bit breathless. Perhaps Victor’s show of interest and lack of property was not unwanted. “I do enjoy to dance.”

The second time was during a picnic that Lady Baranovskaya had ochastrated. Victor had been delighted to know Mr. Katsuki would be in attendance, and had approached the omega as soon as he was able.

“Perhaps I could get you something to drink?” Victor asked, turning towards Yuuri who locked his wide eyed gaze to him.

“Thank you, that would be most kind,” Yuuri agreed, his long dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks bashfully.

“How is the summer season treating you?” Victor asked after fetching lemonade, and Mr. Katsuki smiled the most lovely smile, making Victor’s heart leap in his chest once more. The conversation was very pleasant, and Victor found himself enthralled by Mr. Katsuki’s wits and humor. So much, that he did not notice the dark clouds that hurried to cover the previously blue sky. Thunder cracked, and the sky split open to pour down on them. They were both soaked in a second.

They hurried towards the tent to seek shelter. The muslin of Mr. Katsuki’s dress clinged to his frame, the white fabric sheer from the pouring rain. Victor could see every curve of his body from where the fabric had slicked itself on his skin. He averted his eyes quickly, even if he wished to look longer, to linger and see it all. Yuuri Katsuki is most lovely, and having more of his features on display was something Victor found hard to deny himself. As he looked away, he caught the wide eyed gaze of Yuri Plisetsy. The alpha’s eyes had dropped to Mr Katsuki’s form, lingering. A possessive growl rumbled in Victor’s chest. It was unbefitting for an alpha of his stature to act in such a way over an omega that was not his, and yet he could not stop. He hurried to shrug out of his jacket, only to hang it over Mr. Katsuki’s shoulders. Mr. Katsuki looked startled, but took a deep breath of Victor’s scent. For an alpha to be so bold was most definitely cause for scandal, but Mr. Katsuki did not seem to mind.

“Thank you,” he breathed, taking another deep breath of Victor scent.

The third time cannot be blamed on Victor either, because surely the stupidity of others cannot be something he shall have to answer for. They were at yet another dance, and Victor had to clench his jaw tightly so not to let his jealousy spill over as he watched Mr. Katsuki move across the dance floor in Mr. de la Iglesia’s arms. Victor was fairly certain that neither Mr. Katsuki nor Mr. de la Iglesia had any interest in each other beyond friendship, but there was still a possessiveness drumming in his veins as he watched them move across the dancefloor. He had to refrain from cutting in. He was saving their dance for later in the evening, for he wished for his touch to be the last Mr. Katsuki remembered during the carriage ride home. He made his way around the dancefloor instead. He was just passing a group of alphas when he heard a name he recognized.

“Frankly I do not see the appeal,” Mr. Bin said. “No matter how pretty their youngest is, is beauty truly worth the trouble of such a low class family?” Victor felt his stomach turn. For all Victor knew about the Katsuki family, they were hard working, well-educated, and their estate was prospering in the gentry class. He felt anger rise in his chest, and even though he should refrain from saying something, he found he could not stop himself.

“Mr. Bin,” he said, calling for the attention of the entire party. “Perhaps you should see too that you are able to pay your staff fairly, before you start judging others.” Victor got the pleasure of seeing Mr. Bin’s mouth drop in shock, before he turned and walked away. Perhaps he should ask Mr. Katsuki to dance now after all.

The final one is the most scandalous one, Victor knows. Yuuri Katsuki was withering in his bed, forehead damp with sweat and pheromones filling the bedroom, calling out for an alpha to take care of him, and oh how Victor longed to answer.

“Mr. Nikiforov please stay,” Yuuri gasped, back arching as another wave of his heat rushed though his body. Yuuri had fallen ill during dinner, or so they had thought. He was just about to leave to send one of the serves for the doctor when the first true wave hit. Victor should have realised. Yuuri’s scent had been even stronger tonight, and it had only grown sweeter as the night progressed. It was not proper, but Victor could not deny either of them this, if they both longed for it. He looked at those dark eyes, almost black as the night now. Yuuri turned onto his stomach in a lewd display of presentation.

“Alpha,” he breathed, and Victor felt a shiver run down his spine. He shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor, joining Yuuri on the bed.

“If we are to do this my darling, I feel it would be best if you would call me Vitya.”

“Vitya,” Yuuri breathed. “Please take care of me.”

“I promise,” Victor agreed, finally letting his hands touch heated skin. It shall have to be a fast wedding, he assumed.

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aala-13jellychocolate · 4 years

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THEY NEVER KNOW (Chapter Nineteen)

This GIF is not mine……

Author’s note: This is my first time writing, so I hope you all will forgive my mistake and grammar too. I’m hoping for comments on my writing. Thank you…

This story has taken little inspiration from Sehun web story “ Dokgo Rewind”.

I’m sorry, yesterday tumblr was not working, hence I couldn’t update sorry.

Summary, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven(M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen

-Sehun pov-

Things were out of my hand. On my way to find my brother's killer, and I caught up with Choi gang. How? Jinwoo trapped by Junsu.

Jinwoo on his way back to my place after accepting Wang's leader another letter for me. Junsu somehow manages to convince Woo-Shik(Choi gang leader.) that Jinwoo has stolen their new drugs package. And asshole brings 10 of his members to hurt Jinwoo. Taeyong has reached to help Jinwoo. And Yuna informs me. It won't be a big deal, but they were actually waiting for me, why? Y/n comes up. How? Junsu knows about My/Sehyun and her relationship. And he challenges Woo-Shik to win Y/n, to be specific for one night. And I've learned, asshole doesn't play by rules. The good thing about Jaehyun, he never touches women without their full consent. He flirts, intimate but never go too further. And I think Wang leader is also the same. While Woo-Shik already has many harassment and three molestation cases too. He is an authentic evil. Y/n need to stay protected, I'll do it. If I'm not wrong, if Woo-Shik cannot get hold on Y/n, he would try to go after Yuna. I have to make sure Yuna also have someone around all the time. Or I have to convince Y/n, and Yuna stays together most of the time. It will be easy to protect also save time and energy for me, Teayong and Jinwoo.

I cannot neglect, it would be challenging when jealousy is involved. Y/n is jealous of Yuna for some unknown reason. Or maybe because I was Sehyun for her, for a while, and another girl has my attention bothered her. And sensing Yuna's current loving behavior toward me, she is also the jealousy of my attention to Y/n. Did I mention I miss my brother again because I want to run away from this situation? If not, I DO MISS HIM LIKE HELL.

Back to the point, when Yuna called me about Jinwoo, Y/n saw demon through my eyes. I ask her to come with me, know a bit whatever I and my brother associated with, where unintentionally she is also involved. I was frightened. There will be a fight for sure, bloody too. I'm sure Y/n has never seen any fight. I hope after seeing she don't be fearful of me. It is the last thing I need after her hatred.

However, I was hoping to find anything on Jaehyun. Or something related to Wang leader. I sigh and suddenly notice Y/n was staring at me. I give her 'What' look.

"You know this car is a gift from my parents. I didn't say, but I love my car." I nod.

She huff and said, "Then DIRVE SLOW. If anything happens, small or big, I'll kill you." I have to admit. I'm fearful of her. I begin to drive slow; then we stay in silence.

I park her car far away from my place. We got down of the car, start walking toward my home. Y/N stop and ask, "The guys we are meeting killed Sehyun?" I can hear angry and agony in her voice. "I don't know, nothing is clear," I answer her truthfully.

"What's up with these people?"

I sigh, "Y/n, these people are connected." I smile and continue, "This gang leader may know about Sehyun case. No guarantee. We're here because they have Jinwoo." She nod.

I reassure her, "Y/n whatever occurs trust me, you will be safe. I won't let any harm to you, ever." She gives me a sarcastic chuckle, "I know. Let's go." I wasn't able to say anything. We started walking toward the meeting point. In the halfway, I hold her hand in mine. Before she starts her protest, I said, "You are my girlfriend. Please just follow the act." She is mad, she tries squeezes my hand, tightly to hurt me. I wanted to laugh. How should I tell her, her soft hand cannot hurt me? Her every and very small act make my heartbeat fast. She continues trying to hurt me as we walk. While I hold hand with affection.

We reach the destination and my luxuriate feeling dies, seeing Jinwoo in knees, near some black car, beaten. Taeyong continues protecting Yuna with the teaser, who was trying to touch her. My blood boils, if I wasn't holding Y/n hand, I would have attacks second I saw it.

Woo-Shik sees me from inside of his car. As he comes out, everyone gets alert. Taeyong and Yuna coming rush to me. I didn't utter a word. Yuna understands my silent question and tells me she is okay. Taeyong nod. Jinwoo gets up and walks toward me. I let go Y/n hand, look at her, and smile. She looks confused. I turn toward Jinwoo, reaching to him, I exams his body a bit. Taeyong comes and takes him where Y/n and Yuna was standing. He makes Jinwoo sit on the ground. Yuna sits beside him too. Taeyong was coming to help me, I silently tell him no with eye contact. He gets it. Y/n was chaotic.

I turn back to Woo-Shik, he comes closer along with his company and smirks while saying, "Sehyun, long time." He looks toward Y/n "You have an attractive girl, I have to admit." Shamelessly staring at her, "So, here is a deal. Give me your girl for a week and I will forgive you and your friends for my drugs." I keep calm with a blank face. I was aching to rip off his tongue for asking Y/n like property, however, my angry won't do any good. He looks here and there, and snickers, "I know, I said one night, but look at her. I need at least a week to completely know her." People behind him were silently smirking. Like dog waits for his owner to complete meat and pass reaming born of it.

I took a deep breath, firm and gentle voice I said, "If I say no?" Woo-Shik smirk, go to his car, sit on the car hood, and orders to fight. Now I smirk, they don't know what is going to happen once the fight starts.

-Y/N P.O.V-

You don't know why, but your heart was beating fast as something unpleasant will happen. And way the Sehun was driving, your fear was increasing. You don't have any will to die with a car accident, it made you scold Sehun a little.

When Sehun holds your hands, you feel annoyance. His hand hold was like Sehyun, only Sehun's hand skin was rough. Not wanting to go back again, there. You clutch his hand tightly, to show your irritation with his touch. He didn't even flinch. It didn't pester, it was playful maybe. You keep trying hard to hurt him while walking, like a child trying to build a card house when wind continuously blows.

You feel the change in Sehun's hold. It was gentle but reserved. You look up and see where you are. Yuna comes stands next to you. She gives you one, unsmiling look. Sehun let go of your hand. Surprisingly, you feel the loss of warmth, you were enjoying it.

Everything was confusing for you, and when the guy in brown start talking, you felt nausea. You didn't know if he was talking about you or Yuna. You know the fight will start, you have heard about it a lot Sehun's fighting skill too. But you never thought it would be like this.

It was hard for you to keep track, whose hand was moving, whose leg was. But Sehun was able to. You were okay until you saw a baseball bat, chains, and things you cannot name. Soon you saw blood. Sehun takes something metal thing from someone's hand and punches on his chest, maybe near to his chest, you don't know, but he fell on the ground in the worst pain and scream. Then a guy with the twisted wrist falls near your leg. You couldn't move, he was crying in extreme pain. Taeyong, push him away from you, harshly. Your eye widened, fear, hard to breathe, heartbeats faster, and numb. You can only see blood and scream and hitting noise. Everything makes you remember Sehyun, you image his scream while getting beaten. You can imagine his pain, screams, blood. He was killed mercilessly. You couldn't see anymore, your eye was blurred with tears. Before you can forget the real world and see more pain, Taeyoung stands in front of you, blocking sight. "Hey, look at me. It is okay." He keeps calling you. You may not able to see but you can hear everything, clearly. Your mind was imagining Sehyun, while it makes you remember Sehun. You try to ask Taeyoung to go and help Sehun, he is outnumbered, but words didn't come out of your numb frame. Your heart breaks thinking something will happen to Sehun too. You will lose him too. You wanted to know why, what, and how are things happen, you were losing your small world.

You want to deny your feeling. You want to lose your memory and have a new start. A new world, where there is no pain of losing people you love. Your phone was vibrating in your jeans pocket. With your numb hand, you take it out. Myung was calling, you couldn't pick up knowing your surrounding and your lost voice. You got a few notification asking, 'where are you?' and 'call back.' You have no idea how long you been staring at your phone. You look up when Yuna call Sehun loudly. And he was coming toward you.

-Sehun pov-

It got over sooner then I thought. Woo-Shik sneaks out while I was busy with others. I want him that most, he was my answer key but next time. I had a small cut near my stomach and arm due to shape knuckles besides that I prefect. I called Taeyoung to drop them in the hospital. I'm not a killer however I can kill if I want. I kept two of them in condition to drive. After helping Taeyoung put people in the car carefully; finally, I turn toward Y/n. I didn't look at her during the whole fight, not wanting the distraction. She was standing still with tears. While Yuna helps Jinwoo to get up from the ground. Me and Taeyoung go to them, I asked, if they are okay or not. I order them to go to my place and do necessity, I will be there in a while.

Y/n was looking at me whole while with widen eyes. I stand in front of her, two-steps away. I didn't speak to her, keep looking at my friends walking away. When I ensure they are okay and no one else is there seeking at us. I called Y/n. She didn't utter a word, keep looking at me from up to down. "I'm not going to hurt you. Don't be scared of me. Please." She was still. With all my courage inside me, I hug her. I know, she doesn't like me touching her. But she was shocked. To my surprise, she hugs me back after a few seconds. I can feel her getting better in my arms, warm feeling pass to my blood. She is not afraid of me. I pull her closer, she didn't protest. After a while, she utter, "Are you okay?" I assure her, I'm fine. She goes out of the hug. I thought maybe we will be friendly for now, but no, "Don't think too much out of my concern. I was worried for Sehyun's brother, not you." My heartbreak with her words, but I smile with a nod. We stand silently, for a while until we both got control. She starts walking toward, my place. I look at her in confusion. Before I could ask, she speaks, "I don't want to stay alone. I will sleep in the Sehyun bed." We silently reach to my place. She didn't utter a word went to my and Sehyun's room without looking at my friends, like she owns this place. Taeyoung and Yuna's face turns sour while Jinwoo was lying on my sofa. I clean up his treated his wounds properly. I took a detail of Woo-Shik, what he said when he cames and stuff. Ask Jinwoo to rest properly and avoiding to talk about Y/n which my other two friends wanted. I clean up my wound while Taeyoung sets up a bed for everyone.

I went to my room, to change my clothes. Y/n seems to use my bathroom without asking. She was wearing my brother's hoodies and my sweatpants without asking. Eating my pack of chips, on my bed without asking. She sees me and casually says, "You sleep upper bed, I will sleep in down one." She keeps her half-eaten snacks on the table, drinks water, goes to bed, and orders, "Off the light." I was at the door speechless. I don't remember allowing her to use my house and things like hers. If Yuna has behaved like this I had scolded her but I didn't know what should say to Y/n. The person I love plus my brother's girlfriend. I was busy in my thoughts, she called me again, "Sehun change, turn off the light and sleep. Aren't you tired?" I nod. After taking a shower, gone to bed, and slept.

Next morning, I feel good after a healthy and peaceful sleep. It was 9 am, I get down from the upper bed and see Y/n was still sleeping. I thought of waking her up, however, hearing her soft snore, I let her sleep.

When I go down, my friends were up and breakfast was also there. After breakfast, we start our discussion. Jiwoo was good, he didn't have anything major. I warn them for not starting the topic of Y/n's behavior. As per the condition, it was right to stay together. If Woo-Shik wouldn't have run away, we could have avoided it. Yuna was ready but seeing Y/n's unpredictable behavior, I don't know how to tell her; from today onward, me and my friends will be with her 24/7 when she couldn't bear me even for 24 seconds.

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iamkatehardy · 5 years

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Dream Team (Eames x Reader) - Pt 2

Tags: @sparklyreaderx , @titty-teetee , @iv-nyc , @ellar21 , @tiredoffeelinglost , @marvelgirl7 , @captstefanbrandt , @harleyquinns , @bsotstory , @mollybegger-blog , @scarrasco1325 (Tumblr won’t let me tag everyone, so I will be tagging in the comments ❤)

A/N: I am /was a bit sleepy finishing this, forgive my typos or repetitive language at the end 😥 Also, I ended up writing more than I originally planned, so there will be a Part 3! All your feedback and opinions are extremely appreciated! They are motivating and fuel me to keep writing. Hope you enjoy it ❤❤

You can find the Teaser, Part 1 and much more if you search for my Masterlist, in case you missed them.

Dream Team – Pt2

It had been a little over seven weeks since you left Aruba and joined the team, endeavoring to track The Spectre. Such assignment bordered on the impossible; every lead you found had turned up nothing but dead-end after dead-end. The whiteboard that used to have any information regarding the targets of the team was unusually empty, aside from a couple notes and scribbles Arthur made during the countless meetings, which were just another first-class ticket to nowhere.

In their eyes, you had some slightly unorthodox methods to gather information, but a forger needs to be clever and crafty, in order to find a way around the problems and get results; these days, expert knowledge in computer science could come in very handy when you’re physically forging. Maybe the information you needed was just a few clicks and firewalls away; you were pretty sure it was only a matter of time before you had Mallory Hanson’s documentation, correspondence and bank information in your hands. There could be a clue from his past that could point you in his direction, so you spent a lot of nights going over the files, but they didn’t seem to have the answers you were looking for.

Tension was brewing in the warehouse and heated discussions became more frequent; in order to avoid them, you moved your little corner to a more peaceful place of the warehouse, where you could sit, work and hear your own thoughts.

“Do you have any results yet?” – Eames appeared behind you; he was the only one who remained calm and rational about the whole thing, which made him pretty much the only person you could tolerate at that point; his warm hands rested on your shoulders, gently squeezing them, trying to reassure you.

“No, I don’t, not really.” – You turned your attention to him for a moment.

“Why don’t you take a break? – He said, in a kind and understanding way, carefully kneading the muscles in your neck and shoulders. – “You look like you need it.”

“No rest for the wicked, Mr. Eames.” – After rubbing your eyes, you patted his hand with a cordial smile on your face, before looking at the screen again.

He shut the laptop.

“Hey!”

“Listen, darling, pushing ahead instead of resting won't help you achieve quicker results; actually, it’s quite the opposite.” – Leaning on the edge of the table, he folded his arms.

“Do not lecture me…”

“Oh, I’m not lecturing, I’m just reminding.” – A satisfied smirk played on his lips, as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Of course, whatever you say.” – You were willing to wipe the smirk off his face. After getting up, you locked eyes with him. His eyes widened and his muscles got tense as you came closer; a mischievous smile puckered your lips when you noticed his reaction to the closeness of your bodies. – “Don’t worry, I don’t bite…”

“Not even for little old me?” – Chewing his lower lip, he studied you carefully, his eyes roaming over your body.

“Well…” – Lifting his chin with two fingers, you got closer. – “Maybe… If you ask really nicely.” – You purred, your lips whispering against his earlobe, with a devilish smile; there was something incredibly sexy about feeling your warm lips on his skin, so he took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, as he tightened the grip he maintained on the table, to avoid grabbing you instead.

Eames began to move closer to you, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he was cut off by another voice.

“Am I interrupting something?” – Arthur slowly paced the room with his hands behind his back.

“No, no, no, not at all.” – With a gentle caress, you pulled your hand away, stepping back and leaning against the table by Eames’s side.

“It’s time for the meeting, to share the updates on the situation.”

“What updates exactly, Arthur? Because I don’t have any… And I doubt anyone else does.” – You looked up at the ceiling, rolling your eyes.

“In ten minutes…” – He gave you and Eames a stern glare, as you both shared a look.

The team gathered in a circle to discuss the situation; Arthur came up with different theories and strategies, he wanted badly to be the one to crack the case. He picked up a sharpie and wrote furiously on the whiteboard, circling and underlining here or there, to highlight the important parts.

Your focus didn’t last; in five minutes your mind was wandering, as you stared off into the distance, bouncing on the chair. Eames kicked your chair, making you lose balance and come back to Earth, as your chair hit the ground with a loud noise. He tittered and you fixed your piercing gaze on him, while the whole team stopped to look at you both; you gave them an uncomfortable smile and they focused on Arthur’s rambles again.

“I only have five of my nine lives left by now and you almost made it four!” – You turned to Eames, whispering while pinching his leg hard.

“It was just to keep you attentive and alert during the meeting. Don’t be so upset, lovely.” – He spun the pen in his fingers, looking at the files placed over his lap, with an insufferable smirk on his face.

“Screw you.” – Shaking your head lightly, you took a deep breath, biting your lip to avoid a smile.

He put his hand on your knee, trying to get your attention once again.

“What now?!” – Glaring at him, you tried to contain you laughter and slapped his hand.

“What a feisty babe we’ve got here, huh?” – His thumb lightly rubbed your skin.

“Is there something you care to share with us, (Y/N), Eames?” – Arthur looked at both of you, in turn.

“Actually…” – Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him. – “As you know, many of my friends who were caught committing cybercrimes were offered immunity as long as they accepted working for the benefit of the government, in the Cyber Division of the Bureau, or the Agency… Meaning they have access to some information that people in general don’t. I pulled some strings and had a meeting with one of them; he told me the feds may or may not have bugged The Spectre’s house and phones, not long before he disappeared, since he was a person of interest. I would love to get my hands on those recordings.”

“Just like you said, people in general cannot access such information.” – Eames opened his arms and scratched the back of his head, before letting them fall again at his side.

“Right, except I’m not just some petty criminal you’ve pulled in off the street. It may take some days, because I’ll have a shitload of security layers to penetrate… But I know I can pull this off, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“(Y/N), are you even listening to yourself?! Messing with the Bureau is off the table. First of all, it’s a serious criminal offense, therefore, it has serious consequences; it but if that isn’t enough to stop you from doing it, then just think we shouldn’t draw attention to ourselves right now. I’m not letting you risk our safety.” - He looked you dead in the eye.

“Nothing in life comes without consequences.” – You came closer, wagging a finger almost in his face. - “A lot of self-righteousness going on right, Mr. Eames… We’re more alike than you realize, so don’t go thinking you’re a saint.”

“I’m not; I’ve never said I was! But I’m not letting you do it.”

“I have no memory of asking for your permission.” – You spat those words venomously, and Eames looked at the others, looking for their support. - “Oh, I didn’t ask them either…”

Eames shook his head and without speaking another word he left the room.

“You know what; let’s just take a vote first thing tomorrow. Hopefully things will be a little more settled by then.” – Arthur made a wise suggestion.

Within a short time everyone had left the building, except for you and Eames; you were about to go back to work when you saw Eames and had an idea.

“Eames?”

He was sulking in the corner, thrusting his hands on his pockets.

“Hey…”- You came up behind him, your hand sliding gently down his back. – “I’m sorry.” – You murmured apologetically, before planting a slow kiss on his shoulder.

“We all lose our tempers now and then.” - He looked at you over his shoulder.

You turned him to face you, putting your arms around him and settling your head on his shoulder.

“I kind of like it when you get all mushy like that.” – He looked down at you, running his fingers through your hair.

“Just don’t get too used to it.” – You smirked, slapping his shoulder playfully. – “Would you like a cup of tea before we call it a night?”

“Of course! Is there anything you need help with?”

“Thanks, but I’m good; it’s just tea, not Mission Impossible, I think I can handle it.” – You teased, patting his chest, before going to make the tea.

The voting was in the morning, and you knew you couldn’t change Eames’s mind, so you decided you’d stop him from voting instead, and you knew exactly what to do. You had grinded a couple sleeping pills, to make it easier to slip them in his cup of tea, you just had to make sure he’d drink it.

“If you’d like more sugar, just let me know.” – Smirking, you delivered him the cup, letting the fingers graze lightly against his skin.

He sipped the hot tea noisily, sitting down on an old sofa.

“Come…” – He patted the spot next to him, before taking another sip.

You straddled him, locking your eyes on his.

“(Y/N), please don’t go on with this…” – He took a deep breath, looking down at the cup of tea with a devilish smirk.

“I haven’t even started…” – After taking a sip of tea, you rested your head against his.

“Be careful; any day now, temptation might be bigger than my self-control.” – Bending his face over the steaming cup, he slurped loudly, looking at you with glittering eyes.

“Is today the day?” – Leaning closer, with a teasing smirk on your face, you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging it lightly.

“It’s definitely about to happen, especially if you keep teasing me.” – He carefully set the empty mug aside, before his hands skimmed your thighs, igniting your whole body.

“Is that so?” – You set your mug aside as well, letting a hand trail slowly down his face.

His eyes followed your motion, before they ultimately focused on your lips; he dipped his head, trailing slow kisses up your neck, before he finally reached your delectable lips, tugging your lower lip softly. As he slid his tongue along your lower lip, an involuntary low whimper escaped your lips, and you pushed your hips against him. Eames smirked with satisfaction against your lips, before pressing a lingering warm kiss on them; you leaned forward and kissed him back, the way you’d been wanting to since you first met him, wrapping your arms around his neck. After long minutes of claiming your mouth in hard, hot kisses, a yawn escaped his lips.

“I thought I was amusing you, Mr. Eames.” – Nudging his face with your nose, you chuckled.

“And you are!” – He turned his face lazily, just enough to kiss you once more. – “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m sorry.” – Rubbing his eyes, he yawned again.

“Who need a break now, huh?” –Your thumbs caressed his temples slowly.

“You… And maybe me.” – His eyelids started to feel heavy and he closed his eyes for a moment.

You unstraddled him, sitting by his side instead; putting an arm around him, you settled his head on your shoulder. Moments later, his soft quiet snores let you know that he was asleep. Reaching up and touching his lips with your fingers, you thought about what you did and your guilt began to overwhelm you. Although you put the pills on his tea, your other actions had been free from malice and manipulation, but you knew he probably wouldn’t think the same once he woke up.

The next morning the team reunited, in order to decide what to do. Arthur looked a thousand times at his watch.

“Okay, where the hell is Eames?”

“Maybe he’s late.” – You shrugged.

“I don’t think so; British people are very strict when it comes to punctuality. Nevertheless, we’ll wait, see if he shows up.”

“Suit yourself , Captain Smarty-Pants!” – You rolled your eyes.

You waited 5 minutes… 10 minutes… Half an hour.

“Please, can we get this over with?” – Ariadne asked.

“Finally somebody is making sense!”- Rolling your eyes, you sighed.

“Very well, let’s go on with it…”

Cobb and Arthur agreed with you about stealing Hanson’s tapes, but Ariadne and Yusuf didn’t; since Eames wasn’t there, the count was three votes in favor of stealing them and two against.

“Time to get down to business!” – Smirking victoriously, you picked your laptop and started working your way into the core of the Bureau’s network, to get the files.

It took you hours to plan how to do it without getting caught, and even more hours to follow the plan you made. After working tirelessly, you came back to the team.

“Kiss me and tell me again how brilliant I am.” – You dangled a flash drive in front of Arthur’s face.

“Is that what I believe that is?”

“Over 20 hours of recordings…” – You smirked.

Eames stormed inside the room, furious.

“It was you, wasn’t it?!” – He rushing over to you and grabbing your wrist.

“What is done is done.” – You broke his grip and faced him. – “And a lot of things have been done while you overslept. Suck it up, buttercup… We’ve got work to do.”

“Are you people nuts?!” – He looked at the whole team in turn.

“I’ve done this before, believe it or not. We won’t get caught, I’m absolutely certain of that. You found me on a fucking island on the Pacific! If I had ever been caught, I’d be wearing an orange jumpsuit for life.”

“Aren’t you afraid you will, after this?”

“Practice makes perfect! If they had detected the intrusion, they would’ve stopped me from accessing the information…They would’ve found me and arrested me by now. I’m pretty sure the worst is over. Relax, Eames.”

“Whatever happened, we need to put it behind us and work together. We’re getting really close.” – Arthur then tried to reason.

Although things with Eames were complicated at first, you ended up sorting them out; you made a hell of a team.

The following week everyone spent most of their days listening to the tapes, trying to figure out what information could be read between the lines.

“They look like normal talks. I give up. ” – Arthur was sick of hearing the same records over and over again.

“He keeps repeating these numbers...” – Eames circled the numbers on the paper on the desk.

“He disappeared with all his money, maybe that’s an International Bank Account Number…” – Ariadne pointed out.

“He won’t just put his money on a regular bank... When you have that much money, people make questions and that’s not good when you’re on the run. His money is probably stashed on an offshore account in some tax haven, even if those numbers lead us to an account, it’ll be a dead-end.” – Arthur sighed frustrated

“Where will these numbers take us?” – Eames threw the file and the desk on the table.

“We are so fucking stupid!” - You closed your eyes and buried you face on your hands laughing. – “Eames, I love you…” – You got up.- “ Where will these numbers take us? It’s a long shot, but what if the numbers will actually take us somewhere?”

“What are you talking about? I thought you only started hallucinating around 3 a.m., when the sleep deprivation kicks in.” – Arthur mocked you.

“What if those numbers are coordinates?” – You shrugged.

“Wouldn’t the cops have noticed that?” – Ariadne asked.

“Hanson had people everywhere; it wouldn’t surprise me if he bribed the feds to look past this… Or they missed just the numbers; they were thinly veiled in endless hours of meaningless conversations!” – You reasoned.

“Do you have any idea how many possible combinations are there?” – Arthur scratched the back of his head.

“Not that many! Look, the numbers are in groups.” – You pointed out.

“We can’t lose anything by trying, right?” – Eames looked up at you.

“Well, hell, let’s give it a shot!”

The team gathered around a table, discussing the possibilities. The list of places that coordinates using those numbers could lead was endless.

“God, it could be anywhere! From Armenia, to Liberia, Ecuador, Palau, Ivory Coast, some place in Siberia, Nauru, Monaco…” – Cobb clasped his hands on the table.

“Monaco, a sunny place for shady people!” – You smirked victoriously. – “French Riviera…No income taxes… Highest number of billionaires per capita in the fucking world… Culture, gambling, fake philanthropy… Everything Hanson likes.” – Spinning on the chair, you threw your hands up.

“Everything you like.” – Arthur teased you.

“Do you think he could be there?” – Cobb turned his attention to you.

“There’s only one way to know for sure, boss! You go there! ”

“There’s one small problem with your plan… It’s not easy for ordinary mortals to blend in.” – Eames cracked his knuckles.

“You’re a forger, I’m a forger… We could pull some strings and get new identities for the team. Of course I don’t mean a mere ID; we need to create a new persona, to the smallest detail and that will obviously require more than forgers’ work. Nothing can be left to chance: we need documents, bank accounts with seven digits, a million dollar house, dress accordingly that character, act accordingly to that character…”

“Aren’t you exaggerating a little bit?” – He chuckled.

“Not really, no. I know it’s expensive and difficult, but…”

“Money is not a problem; our patron wants The Spectre at all costs, as soon as possible.” – Arthur interrupted you.

“You have the freedom to create the personas, as you see fit.” – Cobb leaned back on the chair.

“Well, you have experience with it…” – An insufferable smirk formed on Arthur’s lips and you glared at him.

During the next days, you made a few phone calls, contacting some old friends to urgently help you get the new documents for the team. IDs, passports, finance data, criminal records, bills, bank accounts, driving licenses, college degrees, even dental records; a lifetime compilation of documents would be in your hands in the blink of an eye.

“Eames… The accent and how stuck-up you can be… But also charming when you want to.” – You wrinkled your nose. – “I decided you’d be British nobility. Also, no more shirts with funny patters while you’re there.” – After hitting his shoulder playfully with his file, you delivered it to him, along with a bag with fancy plain shirts. - “Cobb, you inherited a lot of money because your family has been in the banking business for decades. As the boss, you get a yacht, which is the perfect façade for the team meeting, by the way” – You winked at Cobb and gave him his things. – “Arthur, you ‘re a fucking bastard and for that reason you’ll simply be Cobb’s butler.” – Folding your arms over your chest, you gave him a satisfied smirk.

“What a great day to be alive!” – Eames mocked him.

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N).”

“I really wanted to do that, but I made you some megalomaniac scientist who’s looking for someone to co-found his research… Next time you’ll be the butler, though.” – You handed him his files. – “ Yusuf, a cunning mysterious oil exporter coming from the Middle East to find some business partners! All oil exporters have a Lamborghini, so I felt generous and got you one, enjoy the ride darling!” – Dangling the car keys in front of him, you delivered him his files as well. - “And last but not least, Ariadne. You’ll be Eames’s wife, that will grand you place wherever he goes! Lots of designer stuff, grace, poise… These are Louboutin’s, treat them kindly, please.”

She tried on the shoes, tripping and stumbling around.

“I’m ok.” – She opened her arms, trying to keep balance.

“Graceful like a newborn giraffe.. Hopefully it’ll get better.” – Chuckling because disgraceful way she walked, you scratched your forehead.

“And you, what will you be?” – Eames looked up at you.

“I won’t be anything; I will be going back home.”

“What?” – He tilted his head.

“We found out where he was, that was my mission.” – You shrugged.

“Except we haven’t found him yet.”

“That place is smaller than this city, you will!” – You gave him an encouraging smile.

“Your skills could come handy.” – Arthur added.

“I didn’t even get an identity, Arthur.”

“That would be a problem, if you didn’t have a dozen of different personas, (Y/N).” – He came closer and you shook your head silently. – “Also, Ariadne would miserably fail at trying to be a noble… Sorry Ariadne, but need something more suited to you, like an artist.”

“Can artists wear flats and sneakers? Comfortable clothes ? ” - Ariadne sat on the table, kicking the shoes off and sighing in relief.

“See?”- Arthur smirked and you rolled your eyes.

Eames got up, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“So, would you like to be my wife?” – He whispered.

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God is a woman

Namjoon x Reader Imagine

So, since it’s officially Namjoon’s birthday according to US time, I decided to post this imagine! I hope you guys enjoy it! 😘

That bon voyage teaser though 😳😫👏🏽

Genre: Smut; established relationship

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, sub! Namjoon, light bondage, breath play, cum play (slightly), oral (female receiving), and hand job. Basically, definitely 18+.

Inspiration

Life was stressful. Most people would assume that he’d be used to it by now, but nope. Six long years in, and being the leader for what was arguably one of the biggest K POP bands out right now had not at all ceased to be any less stressful.

Now, don’t get him wrong. Namjoon loved his job, if you would have to call it a job. He loved writing and producing music, he loved the boys, and most of all, he fucking loved ARMY. However, dealing the politics that came along with being in the music industry and especially with being the leader, could be a bit much sometimes. That’s why a break was exactly what he needed from time to time.

That is where you come in. Namjoon had met you two years ago, at the party of a mutual friend. Upon seeing you for the first time, he immediately thought you were the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life. You, however, weren’t as interested in him.

Initially, he had thought it was an act. I mean, he was a member of BTS and back then, they were really starting to garner attention so it wasn’t like he was unknown. He had experienced some girls who pretended to not know who he was, as to not seem like a huge fan girl, but he’d eventually find out the truth someway.

You though. You were different. You knew who he was and even acknowledged the fact that you were fond of some of their songs, but it didn’t make him any more special in your eyes than a janitor. This made him even more attracted to you, and he tried his damnedest to get you to go out with him. Being the smart woman that you are, you declined, knowing how messy things could get if his fans found out about it.

That didn’t stop him though. He got your number from one of his friends and proceeded to ask you out, multiple times. Even though you found him annoying, you also thought it was cute how persistent he was. Eventually, you relented and you guys went out on a date.

One date turned into two, two turned into five, and the next thing you knew, you and Namjoon were seeing each other on a regular basis. You two weren’t in a relationship, though. You’d both decided fairly early on that between him always being gone and working with the boys, and your own busy job as a business woman, a relationship would bring more stress than pleasure. And Namjoon found out fairly quickly that you were far more interested in pleasure, whether it be yours or his.

You wanting to dominate him came out in small ways at first. It started out simple, such as you telling him to fuck you harder or instructing him on how exactly to eat your pussy. Him being the type of person who loved making whoever he was with feel good, he’d thought nothing of it. However, when you came to him one day about six months after you’d both met asking if he would let you tie him up, he was definitely surprised.

“You want to what?” He’d shrieked, eyes bugging out of his head. Giggling at him, you reached out and ran the tips of your fingers down his cheek.

“Yes Namjoon. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you’d love it.”

“Tie me up?” He whispered, more to himself than to you. “So, I wouldn’t be able to move at all?”

“Well, that all depends on what you’d be comfortable with trying. I could make it so that you couldn’t move at all, but I know you wouldn’t be comfortable with that,” you replied, to which he nodded in agreement.

“I could just restrain your hands, tie them together at your wrists or to the headboard. Or tie up your legs,” you explained. He bit his lip in contemplation. He had to admit, he did like it when you took control in bedroom or told him what to do. If he was tied up, he’d have no choice but to listen to you.

“Let’s try it,” he agreed, making a small smirk spread onto your face.

“Are you sure Namjoon? Don’t feel like you have to say yes just because you think it’s something I want to do,” you advised him. However, he quickly shook his head.

“No! I want to. I think I’d really like it,” he admitted quietly. That night, Namjoon had the best orgasms he’d ever had in his entire life up to that point. After that, it was as if this unknown submissive came out of Namjoon. He quickly wanted to try more things with you, which pleased you to no end.

Now, a year and a half later, you were Namjoon’s Mistress and he was your baby boy. Even though you two weren’t seeing much of each other these days, due to work, that was something that was constant. His cock would always twitch in excitement at the mere thought of you, or what you had done to him the last time that you both were together.

With that in mind, he had begged you to join him on tour. Knowing how you felt about other people potentially finding out about the two of you, he was able to come up with a lie to explain why you would be joining them. You couldn’t tell him no after he’d told you that, and especially not since you’d been missing him too.

And that leads to now. Namjoon’s day had been....stressful, to say the least. It seemed like everything that could go wrong, went wrong during rehearsals for tomorrow's concert. The boys had also been too playful during rehearsals, which made it hard to get things done and promo that day had run longer than it was supposed to. Last but not least, he had been painfully hard all day because you didn’t allow him to come last night.

“Joon baby?” He heard your soft voice call out, bringing his attention back to you. You were kneeled on the bed in between his parted legs. “Are you alright?”

“Mm, yeah. I’m fine,” he confirmed. You raised an eyebrow and began to stroke his thighs softly.

“Namjoon, what’s our rule when we do this? Well, one of them,” you asked.

He bit his lip as he thought back to the list of rules you both had come up with whenever you engaged in Dom/sub play. “I must be mentally present, to ensure that nothing bad happens,” he recited.

“If you’re out of your head, you won’t realize what’s happening out here,” you gestured around the room. “For example, I just spent three minutes calling your name before you answered.”

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking about everything that went wrong today,” he admitted. “I’m here, I swear.”

“I don’t know Joon. Maybe we shouldn’t do this tonight,” you shrugged. Namjoon instantly groaned at that, pulling lightly on the restraints that bound his hands to the headboard.

“Mm, no. Please. Been waiting all day,” he whispered, making you smile. You moved up and swung your legs on either sides of his hips, sitting on his lap that was only covered by his boxers.

“Alright baby. But if you need to, make sure that you use our safeword. Yeah?” You clarified, making Namjoon nod in agreement. You brought your hands up and slowly caressed his face, making him moan in happiness. “My good boy,” you smiled, making him smile as well. “Just relax and let me take all the stress away, alright?” You whispered. He nodded and groaned as he felt you kiss him.

You pulled away from his lips all too quickly, making him whine at the loss. You made quick work of removing his boxers, sliding them down his legs. His hard cock instantly slapped against his stomach, the tip an angry red color and leaking precum.

“Oh, look at that. My little slut is already so hard, yeah?” You teased, licking your hand before closing it around his cock. He immediately groaned at the contact, hissing through his teeth.

“Told you. Been waiting all day,” he sighed, relaxing into the bed. “Oh God.”

“Oh, baby,” you tutted as you sped up the speed of your hand on him. He began to whine even louder and twist his hips around. He was already embarrassingly close to coming, so he wanted to hold out a bit. However, you knew him like the back of your hand and you could tell what he was doing.

“You’re about to come already? You greedy little thing,” you spat as your other hand joined the one that was already on his cock. You leaned over, letting a small drop of spit fall from your mouth onto the head of his cock. Immediately after that, you began to twist both hands on his cock. His head fell back against the headboard, and he could feel himself about to lose control.

“Mm. Gonna, gonna come M-Mistress,” he choked out, the amount of pleasure he was feeling making it hard to talk.

“Yeah?” You asked, smiling at him. His hips lifted off the bed and he was too close to worry about asking for your permission to come. Just as he closed his eyes and was about to let go, the presence of your hands was suddenly gone and his eyes flew open. He saw you sitting in between his legs, smirking at him.

“Did you really think I was just going to let you come that easily baby boy? Especially when you didn’t ask permission,” you griped, while still keeping the smirk on your face. “That’s the whole reason why you didn’t come last night.”

“Please Mistress. I, I need it so badly. Please,” he begged.

“Begging already baby? You must really need to come huh?” You asked as you rubbed his thighs. He instantly nodded and shifted around, trying to make the feeling of wanting to come subside just a little bit.

“Well, you’re so close to coming but I’m not even wet. Don’t you think you should fix that for me baby?” You wondered sweetly. He moaned loudly at that, suddenly wanting to taste your pussy.

“Please. Want to taste you,” Namjoon licked his lips at you. You quickly rid yourself of your panties before moving to untie his hands.

“Color baby?” You asked as you untied his left wrist.

“Green,” he replied swiftly. After untying his hands, he immediately laid down flat on the bed, wanting you to ride his face. However, you continued to sit on your knees next to him, making him raise an eyebrow at you.

“I’m just trying to decide if I should let you breathe or not this time,” you told him thoughtfully. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time you didn’t let him breathe while he went down on you. He had come almost immediately after you did so he figured that maybe that wasn’t the best thing for him right now.

“Your, your choice M-Mistress,” he whispered. You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“That’s right baby. You’re just my little toy to get myself off, right?” You asked and he nodded right away. You quickly maneuvered so that your legs were on either side of his head and your pussy was hovering above his lips.

“I’ll decide how I feel based on how good you eat me baby. If you’re doing good, I’ll let you breathe,” you said. “Think you can make me come in say, 5 minutes?” You looked down at him and he nodded.

“Can I use my fingers?” He asked and you thought for a second.

“I’m feeling nice today so why not?” You shrugged. “Time starts now Namjoon.”

He immediately hooked his arms around your thighs and brought you down upon his mouth. He took his tongue and began to slowly trace your folds, making you sigh. He quickly began to pay attention to your clit, sucking lightly on the bud.

“Fuck Namjoon,” you gasped, and you began to roll your hips over his face. He was beginning to have trouble breathing but he didn’t care. He just wanted to taste more of you.

He removed one of his hands from your thigh and stuck two fingers into his mouth to get them wet before pumping them into you swiftly. You threw your head back at the feeling of his long fingers sliding in and out of you.

“Yes baby. That’s my good boy,” you sighed as your praise encouraged him to work you even harder. Three and a half minutes passed and Namjoon still hadn’t made you come yet. You moved your pussy away from his mouth and looked down at him in between your legs.

“You have a minute and a half left. If you don’t make me come, you’ll be going to sleep without coming for the second night in a row,” you threatened, making his eyes widen. Whenever you chose not to let him come, it was never just a few hours or overnight. You always turned it into a game of trying to figure out just how long he could go before he was begging you to touch him. Even though he loved it, he did not want to have to experience that anytime soon.

“I can do it. Please. I’ll-I’ll be good,” he pleaded. You nodded and lowered yourself back over his face. His lips went straight for your clit while he added another finger into your pussy. He began to pump and suck hard, which he knew drove you crazy.

“Oh fuck yes,” you moaned. “Keep going, I’m gonna come baby.” Your words spurred him on and he continued doing what he was doing. Soon enough, you reached down and rubbed you clit as you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“Want me to squirt all over your face baby boy?” You asked, moving your hips to ride his fingers that were inside of you. He shook his head in agreement, holding his mouth open and extending his tongue. Seeing him like that pushed you over the edge, your orgasm exploding from you in small spurts. Namjoon happily swallowed everything you gave him, while also extremely aware of how hard his cock was behind you.

“Oh my gosh,” you groaned as you moved away from his face and perched yourself in his lap. You immediately kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue. Suddenly, you felt his cock slap your ass and you giggled.

“You did so good baby,” you smiled at him and he replicated your smile.

“Your-your good boy?” Namjoon asked hesitantly as he looked up at you. You held his face in both of your hands and traced his bottom lip with your thumb.

“Absolutely. You’re my amazing boy,” you praised and he preened at the attention. “How you doing baby? Color?” You checked in.

“I’m a little hazy,” he admitted. “But still green.”

“The haziness is probably from you being so hard, yeah?” He nodded and you pecked his lips with yours. “I’ll let you fuck me now baby. Come on, up,” you instructed as you tapped his face. You moved off of him and he sat up, as you both traded places. You laid down, spreading your legs wide and he instantly slotted himself in between them.

He grabbed the base of his cock and groaned at the contact. He lined himself up with your hole and looked back up at you. “Can, can I?” He wanted to ask one last time, wanting to keep being your good boy.

“Go ahead baby. Fuck me,” you nodded and he wasted no time in thrusting inside of you. He whined from how tight you were and began to pump in and out of you.

“F-fuck,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. He could feel himself just as close to coming as he had been when you were jacking him off, but he didn’t want to come so soon after he’d started fucking you. However, you had different plans.

“Come on baby. I know you’re so close. Come inside of me Joon,” you encouraged him. He opened his eyes and saw you biting your lip as you looked into his eyes. He glanced down and noticed that you were also playing with your nipples, which he loved. He sped up his thrusts, moaning loudly how at you felt around him.

“Go ahead baby. Let it go,” you told him and that’s all he needed to hear before letting go and spilling himself inside of you. The force of his orgasm was so strong, his body went limp and he fell on top of you with his head on your chest. Chuckling, you began to run your fingers through his hair that was damp with sweat.

“You alright Namjoon?” You asked and he nodded sleepily. “Come on baby. Pull out,” you tapped his shoulder. He reluctantly lifted himself onto his knees and slowly pulled out of you. He watched with hooded eyes as his come began to trickle out of you. Taking one finger, he scooped it up and thrusted his finger into you, not wanting any of his come to be wasted.

“Shit,” you moaned as you watched him. He pulled his finger out of you and licked it clean, smirking at you. Rolling your eyes, you got off the bed and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge. You handed it to him and watched as he drunk half of it in one go. After making sure that he was hydrated, you gently pushed him onto his back. You crawled back into the bed next to him and held your arms open. He immediately cuddled into you, loving the warmth you provided.

“You did so good my baby boy,” you praised, wanting to make sure he came down for sub space safely.

“Really?” He asked, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“Absolutely. Always so good for me,” you ran your hand over his head as you felt his body relax. “Sleep Namjoon,” you whispered but he had already began to doze off.

Needless to say, when Namjoon showed up at rehearsal the next day, he was so relaxed that he even surprised the boys.

“What’s up with you today?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah. You’re super...chill?” Hobi added. “You were about to blow a damn gasket yesterday.”

“I just, I did some meditation and prayer last night,” Namjoon replied with a large smirk on his face.

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts namjoon #bts namjoon smut #bts rm smut #bts rm #bts rm x reader #bts namjoon x reader #bts smut #bts #btsqualityypost

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btsismy6thkink · 7 years

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BTS REACTIONS: Receiving a nude from their S/O

Requested: Yep <3 (some of them a FaceTime but 1 isn't)

Disclaimer: A little smut

Jin:

Jin knew you weren't the happiest about your body, which was why he was shocked to find you texting him a nude during his break while at dance practice. You were naked, covering your breasts with your arm only causing him to find himself getting horny. He walked to the bathroom using the excuse that he needed pee, once he was locked in the bathroom he called you on facetime. You thought twice before picking up the call from your boyfriend as you had regretted sending him the pic in the first place being a little embarrassed, however you picked up “Hi Jinnie, what’s up?”, you looked at the screen and notice he wasn't look at you but instead looked up at the ceiling keeping in the moans begging to come you. “Oh, you're busy i see?” you looked at him trying to get a response, this time he finally seemed to notice you picking up the phone. “Baby you make me so horny at the worst times, that picture is amazing”

Yoongi:

You had been bored two days ago, waiting for Yoongi to finally come back from their tour knowing only a few days were left you had bought a see-through red lace teddy to put on and take a picture of yourself in it, but being too scared of sending it to Yoongi, you had put it off for two days. When you finally sent it, it was by accident wanting to sent a meme but accidentally send off your one and only nude to your boyfriend.

When Yoongi received the picture he instantly paused in his tracks on his way up to the apartment to surprise you coming home 1 day early, he studied the picture while biting down on his bottom lip causing it to almost bleed at the force. He put his phone in his pocket before getting in the elevator to your floor. He walked inside the apartment no warning as you were casually sitting just drawing doodles on a piece of paper on the couch. Before you could react he was standing in front of you with crossed arms not letting you express how happy you were just yet. “You think you can tease your daddy like this? luckily for you i was alone.”He smirked at you before pulling you up from the couch, kissing you roughly, one hand on your neck lightly choking you and the other rubbing the outside of your panties.

J-Hope:

Hoseok had given you a silk kimono for your birthday, because you had once mentioned you thought they looked cute on everybody you saw wearing on. However it was a present he had given you right before heading to the concert they were playing tonight, which meant you never got to show him how it looked on so you decided to take a shower and then put it on to take a photo of you wearing it without closing it. When Hoseok received the photo they had just finished the show and was walking to the dressing room, however he tried his best to contain his excitement which caused him to FaceTime you. You answered immediately, “Heeey Hobi, how was the show?”, he took a while before answering looking at you through the phone, “You think you can play me like this baby girl? you’re gonna get punished when i get home so don't bother putting clothes one.” He winked at you before hanging up.

Namjoon:

You had wanted to send a nude to your boyfriend forever but never once did you have the guts to actually do it, well that was until you were laying in bed in just you panties cuddling up with Koya, and your best friend barged into the room taking the picture of you. “Are you serious b/f/n? i was literally just chilling? i didn't even know you were here, also delete the picture” your best friend just laughed at you, “i send it to him, so you're welcome also i snug in to grab your phone 3 hours ago and you were just sleeping in the same position basically naked. Also he is calling you” she panicked throwing your phone at you before running out of the room. You sighed before picking up, only to see your boyfriend angling his phone at his dick before on his face, “well thank you for that surprise y/n” you blushed like crazy at his remark, “well i didn't take it so, it was my best friend?”. He raised his eyebrow before saying anything else, “well i should thank her then, however i wouldn't mind being there with you instead of in a cold hotel room baby girl”

Jimin:

Jimin had been at dance practice for the entire day, and frankly he was starting to lose his energy. Well that was until you texted him a nude of yourself wearing his shirt only to be lifting it to expose your body but one breast. At first he started blushing, but after looking at the picture he couldn't help but admire you, he was turned on but it didn't stop him from overshadowing that by thinking how lucky he was for having you as his girlfriend. He decided to just call you quickly on facetime, seeing as he was on break from dancing right now. When you picked up he could see the nervousness on your face, which only caused him to smile even wider, “you’re so beautiful y/n thank you for blessing me by dating me”. You laughed at him for well thinking he was silly, because you were the lucky one, “just make sure i get to see the same amount of you when you get back, also don't shower, i love you all sweaty.”

Taehyung:

You weren't going to send a nude to him, but you wanted to send a picture of yourself in the bath, once you had taken it you noticed that you boobs were fully out there for the world to see, but deciding he is your boyfriend so why not. He received it while he was in the recording studio listening to Jin do his part, he stood there just eyes glued to his phone, honestly contemplating how to punish you for teasing him, so he decided to call you just to warn you, you picked up soon after as you loved seeing his face and hearing his voice, but you weren't ready for the look his eyes was carrying. “Oh baby girl you better give me a show after that teaser” He put in his earphones just incase you made any sounds, as he looked at the screen. “Taeeee noooooooo, I'm not going to finger myself on facetime, but you're welcome to come home and do it for me.” With this he almost looked pissed off, and he just hung up with not warning clearly angry with you for teasing him and disobeying him.

Jungkook:

You hadn't seen you boyfriend for over a month, and frankly you were missing the attention, you got plenty attention in the him calling and talking to you but sexually not so much. Instead you decided to solve the problem you had by making him think sexually of you even if you were far away from each other. You took off your clothes before before laying on the couch taking a selfie revealing your entire upper body. When he received the picture he almost choked(he was eating with the boys). He quickly put the phone in his pocket trying to block out the picture so he wouldn't get a boner in front of his hyungs. He excused himself before going to the bathroom calling you on FaceTime. “Yes?” you answered being confused as to why he called you instead of texting, “Do you need my attention this bad? because you got it” he smirked at you before flipping the camera revealing his member standing up fully ready to play. “Well thats more like it daddy, i wanted to have phone sex seeing as i’m feeling needy”.

#bts #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook #KIM SEOKJIN #KIM NAMJOON #KIM TAEHYUNG #MIN YOONGI #PARK JIMIN #JUNG HOSEOK

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simplymakkari · 8 years

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closer to the fire - pt 7

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,405

Chapter Warnings: Murder (off screen); Drug Addiction/Use (referenced); Abuse (referenced)

Pairing: Grace/Chato Santana Summary: Grace Santana knew what she was getting into when she first laid eyes on the tattooed man they called El Diablo. Temptation’s hard to resist and after all, who can say they fell in love with and married the Devil?

[Teaser Trailer #1 - Fanmade]

viii.

CHATO

He ends up staying longer than he originally intends.

It begins to feel like home in a way that his never was since the death of his Abuela eight years ago. He's not sure whether he should be proud of that or not, because when he passes by his house within the next couple of days after Jorge's little stunt, it's been vandalized and ransacked with the word “DEVIL” spray-painted in red in the front. Like one of those warning signs from those zombie apocalypse movies and he has to laugh.

But Grace, bless her heart, tells him to fuck them and forget them, that karma’s going to come to them sooner and later, helping him patch things up, washing away their pathetic attempt at scaring him into the shadows. And karma does come after the men who did it. The police, on an advice from an anonymous tip, arrive to find their bodies charred out from the inside with nobody at the scene of the crime in an abandoned warehouse. (He never tells Grace what he's done, because he knows she wouldn't approve.)

They know he did it, of course. But there's no evidence and they can't charge him because they fear him and besides, who’s going to charge a dead man? He's supposed to be dead and here he is, living and breathing, defying the odds, a literal dead man walking.

He finds an artistic bone in his body, using a blank sketchbook given to him from Justine. Chato hopes she won't get in trouble if her mother finds out. He draws Grace; her eyes, her smile, her dimples. He draws her dancing, the way she looks so carefree in the dreams they share, the way she bites her lip when she's in deep concentration. He draws every part of her from memory, and then finds himself imagining deep down what she would look like naked; her hands on him, their legs tangling in each other's when they climax. He wonders what it would be like to have her, to take her as his own as his cock twitches guiltily in his pants in response. The pages and sharpened graphite do her no justice, he knows, but he'll wait. He tells himself that he doesn't care even though a part of him secretly does.

He never acts on his urges though because he knows Grace's been through a traumatic experience with her ex-fiancé of hers, the one who abused her, put his hands on her and made her bleed and destroyed her innocence; he's not sure if she's ready for that yet and he wants her to be comfortable with him before, if that happens. (God knows the last time he had an actual relationship with someone so he's taking this slow and because he doesn't want to lose her.)

Love.

Do I love her?

He thinks he does.

(but he's made so many mistakes in his life, they might as well be his default setting.

But she --

was never a mistake.

All this -- the before he's left behind in the world of living -- was never a mistake.

He still loves her.

He always will.)

She's his old lady, he likes to think her as -- a term Miguel used once upon a time before he went and got himself shot in the head during a police standoff he had no prior knowledge of.

Losing a member of his gang feels like an limb being ripped off. They're family -- or at least the closest thing to a family that they have. His boys treat him with respect and give him loyalty (and he thinks, more power) and he does the same for them but if anyone crosses him, he's not afraid to show them what he can do. He remembers the last time it happened and it was when he'd recruited the young man and he talked smack about Grace and wouldn't stop when Chato told him to, ignoring the boys’ warning of provoking him. The bubbling squelching of flesh is imprinted forever in his memory and the cries of his agonizing screams echo through the building his gang rallies in, fat sizzling under the char. The young man never dares to talk to him again and follows in line with the others and chooses to stay on his own accord.

(but even he can't mute the wrongs he's done, jerking awake with gritted teeth in the place called a beautiful dream, rasping his hands over nonexistent blankets to scrape off the feeling.)

Grace is learning his language more everyday and it makes him happier than he could think. He has someone else to share the language with beside Nicola, Justine, and Robbie. He notices that when she gets frustrated or angry, she rants in Spanish and he loves the way it fluently rolls off her tongue after weeks of practicing with him.

Chato's not exactly a man of self control.

But he's been a goner since the day he'd met her and he doesn't regret it one day of it so far, enjoying each minute he's spending with her. It's a nice contrast compared to the harsh nightlife of the Hillsiders, the way the world burns and erupts into chaos underneath his rule, his fire in the streets of East L.A. Nightmares plague him like ghosts and there are some days when his hands reach for hers, only to change his mind at the last second, jerking them away. He reminds himself not to get too close to Grace.

Because eventually, she'll leave.

Like his mother.

Abuela.

Veronica.

But she doesn't.

He wakes up every morning and she's still there.

(And then she isn't.)

_oOo_

GRACE

Tonight is Chato's birthday.

He'd let it slip nonchalantly right after her shift off at work and she's surprised to find he's a year older than her at the moment. She tries to ask what he wants for his birthday and he claims he doesn't want anything but she can tell he wants something .

He finally relents by jokingly telling her snow as his reply (even though he looks like he's totally serious) to which she gives him a knowing look of amusement and then asks her to come with him to Diá de los Muertos. “I can show you my world,” he tells her and she happily agrees.

He's sitting with her in their usual spot at The Inferno, her legs tucked underneath her jeans, his fingers absentmindedly playing with her curls as he listens to the music. He shifts his body weight on the couch and then next thing she knows, she's being pulled up and is being led to the dance floor.

Grace sways her body to the beat, letting it overtake her. Her hips swing and she throws her head back, hair flying back, her hand gripping against the back of Chato's neck as he looks on mesmerized and completely smitten. He licks his lips and he's looking almost hungry. Chato's fingers latch onto her belt loops, pulling her closer in an almost possessive, aggressive way and she finds herself being turned on by this show of display. Their eyes lock, their bodies rolling together to the rapid beat of the music, his hands on her hips as they practically grind against each other. And then it clicks.

All the lingering glances toward her, the way his eyes dart to her lips from time to time. He's been wanting to kiss her. So she'll let him, if that's what he wants.

Besides, she's been wanting to kiss him too. There's no way she's going to let this slip through her fingers. But first, maybe it's time to freshen up.

CHATO

The beat of music soon fades into a softer contrast and Grace laughs, pushing her hair back as exhaustion hits them both. Small sweat beads around her shoulders and trails down her arms and Chato finds himself wrapping her in his arms again, her back pressed against his chest as they both sway slowly to each thump reverberating from the floor and the walls straight into their bones.

Finally, she pulls away, a smile still etched on her face. She tells him that she'll be right back, and he watches her leave, her hands pulling away from his, their eyes never leaving each other's. He watches her disappear into the restroom with one last look toward him and heads back to his seat.

He's sitting there, smirking to himself, thinking about how lucky he is and thinking about how if he can't have snow tonight for his birthday, he's glad to have her with him.

But it's not until several minutes pass that he realizes that Grace hasn't returned.

It's not like her to take this long, even to freshen up and he finds himself worrying about her.

He's hesitant about barging into the women's restroom just to check on her, because then it occurs to him that it might be that time of month. But Grace's nowhere to be found when he pushes through the empty stalls, ignoring several cries of protests when she doesn't reply. He searches for her, asking several of her coworkers if they'd seen where she went to which they give out hesitant echoes of “no.”

He finds her walking barefoot on an empty street after stealing another car, her eyes glazed over like she's high and she practically throws herself onto him when she sees him, hands running up and down his chest with this look in her eyes as she peers up at him and he knows that something's so terribly, terribly wrong with her. He takes a step back, hands gently curling around her wrists to stop her advances as he tries to make sense of what the fuck is going on.

She tries to dance, twirling as she trips over own feet and he catches her as she continues to slur her sentences together, promising him that she's okay and that she feels amazing and that “I really want to fuck you right now.” He notices that when she waves over his shoulder with one free hand, that the road he's on, they're on, the road she'd been walking on, leads toward his house. She twists out of his encircled arms and starts stumbling backward, a mischievous grin on her face. “Catch me if you can.”

She runs, daring him to chase her. “ Shit! ”

The door’s already open when he arrives and the spare key’s still in the lock. He pulls it out and sets it on the table, shutting the door behind him as he flicks on the light. Grace's dress is on the floor along with her bra and panties as he steps further down the hallway, hearing the shower run in the distance. A glint of silver catches his eye. It's a gum wrapper labeled Vertigo.

Vertigo.

Why does that sound so familiar to him?

He doesn't go too far even though he's hesitant to leave her all by herself and goes to sit on the couch, waiting for her to finish and trying to figure out where he's heard of Vertigo before. He remembers that she's only had one drink, just one drink, not particularly strong enough to get her buzzed and wonders why she's acting like this.

Next thing he knows, he's shutting his eyes briefly for a moment, exhausted from all the adrenaline and running around when he finds Grace standing in front of him, hair wet, wearing one of his shirts that almost leaves nothing to his imagination. Her nipples push against the grey fabric shaping her curves and he finds himself growing hard and then she's straddling him. Her hands overlap his and she moves them closer to squeeze her ass and he's thinking about his sexual fantasies about her and how much he's wanting to take her here and now (and God, she's so fucking beautiful) and it doesn't help that she's beginning to grind on him and --

No. This is wrong.

(but oh God yes)

He stands up abruptly, gently pushing her back as much as it pains him when her hands start to reach for his face, leaning in to kiss him. She looks upset and hurt when she realizes that he's rejected her and he feels bad about it, but he knows if he lets it go any further, he'll end up becoming like her ex-fiancé and he doesn't want that.

“I'm not good enough for you?” She contorts her face into a mixture of hurt, betrayal and anger as she twists her body on the couch to face him, not understanding why he's doing this.

“No, no. That's not it,” he tells her because she's been so good, so good to him and he knows he doesn't deserve her at all. But he has to make her understand. “Look, you're not yourself right now. I--”

“You don't want me?”

He pauses, because oh God yes, he wants her, he wants to run his tongue over her nipples, her breasts and make her wet until she cums and moans his name, but he doesn't say that. She's not herself right now and he's determined to get to the bottom of this once and for all.

“You want this,” she snaps in an accusing tone, cutting off whatever he's about to say. She closes the distance between them, poking his chest. “I've seen the way you've looked at me. You want this.”

“I do,” he admits. “But not like this, Grace.”

A scoff of outrage releases between her lips and a flash of hurt crosses over her face once again. “I can make you feel good,” she insists, but it's said in a way like she's reciting something off a script. Like she's done this before. And it's so tempting, so fucking tempting and his cock wants to make the decision for him. But he resists and tells her that he “can't do that.”

Her mood changes almost instantly. She's hitting him with balled fists as hard as she can and he lets her and then she's crying. She's crying and clutching onto his shirt as she lets her body weight overwhelm her, mumbling softly as she meets the floor.

She's tapping her temples with her fingers as she looks at him with wide eyes. “He's in my head. And he won't leave. He's always gonna be there. He won't leave me alone.”

“He's not here,” he promises.

Her eyes dart around nervously though and her hands tighten around his. Her voice drops to a whisper. “But he's right there .”

No one’s behind him. He swallows when he turns back to her, her dark brown eyes glistening. Her eyes drift in and out of focus, fluttering. “I'm so tired,” she murmurs sleepily.

Chato doesn't know what to do. But he gently lifts her up and carries her to the couch, laying her down while her eyes turn vacant, rolling up in her head before she drifts off to sleep.

He calls Justine, asking her if he can talk to Nicola, because he'll never admit that he needs her help right now. She’s in a panic when he mentions the gum wrapper and Vertigo and he hears her yelling at Justine in the background. She tells him to stay where they are and that they’ll be over as soon as they can. She hangs up before he can tell her where they're at. She somehow finds him anyway, pushing her way in when he opens the door and normally, he would be mad and would tell her to get the fuck out of his house but this is for Grace. Justine gives him a small smile and a nod when she follows closely behind her mother.

He overhears Grace admitting that she thinks she crashed the car somewhere but Nicola brushes it aside, telling her that that's not important right now and “you hated that piece of shit anyway.” Grace eventually calms down a bit, although later in the evening, she becomes feverish and even more delusional, shivering and mumbling in her sleep. He wants to help her. But his powers can't heal her, can't cleanse away whatever's attacking her body from the inside, destroying her brain as it makes her relive her worst memories. Vertigo, Nicola explains to him, sparking his memory, makes you see your worst fear as it sends you down on a downward spiral, and for some users, can eventually lead to your death -- all trademarked and illegally brought to you by Count Vertigo from Starling City.

“Before . . . when she was with him , she used to take it small doses,” Nicola spills out hesitantly as she studies him warily, her tone venomous, “Just made her high enough for him to get it in her head that she liked it. God, that son of a bitch really fucked her up.”

Chato's quiet as he listens to Nicola. He turns his head to watch Justine place a cool washcloth on Grace's forehead.

“Not that that's going to change what he did to her,” Nicola continues, tipping the beer bottle she'd grabbed from his refrigerator in her hand, finishing it in one gulp, “It’s a miracle she even woke up in the first place. You know, she would disappear for days at a time and then show up again out of the blue like nothing happened? There were just days when she would just . . . not move for hours in my room and I would think she was dead. And then she would be gone in the morning. Like clockwork. Live. Die. Repeat. Over and over again.”

“What happened to him?” he asks after they sit in silence for a moment. He knows what happened but it would be nice to have confirmation that the son of a bitch’s still not kicking around. He's never seen the aftermath of what's happened besides in Grace's soul and nightmares. He hasn't wanted to punch anyone this hard since his father and that's an understatement to say the least.

“Oh, he's dead,” she tells him, meeting his eyes. There's hatred firing up in her eyes and the way her face turns impassive. “She killed him. I say good riddance. God knows how many times he put his hands on her without her permission.”

Nicola grabs another beer of the table and opens it, taking a gulp. Her face softens for a moment as she watches him. “You know . . . Maybe you're not so bad after all. I mean, I still don't like you and I don't have to but I think I can kinda see why Grace likes you . . . For some reason.”

Another head toss. Chato finds himself subconsciously searching through Nicola’s soul before he realizes what he's doing and pulls away. He understands now why Nicola doesn't like him. He's terrorized the streets, sowed fear into the hearts and minds of her neighbors and burned down their homes and stolen some possessions of theirs. She hates him for doing that and hates the day he had led his gang around the streets in a violent rampage which lead to the destruction of her own house when she was younger.

But he's a leader. He leads for an example and that is what he's doing even though she doesn't necessarily agree with it. It's just business. He feels bad about burning her house down and sees the accusing look in her eyes deep down as if they're saying, why couldn't you have waited one more day? But if he hadn't, she would've never ran into Grace again. It's funny how their lives intersected without them knowing about it.

But since the fallout from her birthday party, Nicola and Grace haven't really talked in the past few weeks and he's noticed how it's affected them. They're both too stubborn to admit it though: that they need each other. But they're waiting on the other to sprout apologizes first.

He begins to open his mouth to ask if they're still friends but all of a sudden he's interrupted by Justine rushing in a panic, looking scared, a kitchen knife brandished in her right hand. She quickly rushes toward an nearby window, peeking out past the blinds to where an unearthly light illuminates her face.

“Uh, not to ruin the moment here, but I think there's an angry mob outside your house.”

_oOo_

CLIFFHANGER!!! *evil laughter here* And I think this is probably the first cliffhanger in this story so far so yahhh. Happy Valentine’s Day!

NEXT UP: “We Need To Talk About Grace” Part 2 - Grace reflects on her feelings on Chato and an old face returns to wreck havoc.

NOTES:

So, hi. It's been a while, everyone --

“FOUR MONTHS TO BE EXACT!”

-- yup. it's been fou-- holy shit, really?!?! Well, excuse you but I've been trapped in the Upside Down for that long. Nah, I'm kidding (if you didn't get that, it's a Stranger Things reference . . . )

Anyway, I feel really, really super awful about leaving you all hanging for four months -- and I know you're probably thinking, why haven't you been updating? Well, life and work, mostly work -- but I hope you enjoy this chapter and this update (even though it's super depressing as fuck. Roofies are so not cool guys. Don't do it.). I rewrote this like five freaking times because it wasn't where I wanted it but whatever. I know you're probably confused but don't worry, it'll be cleared up in the next chapter. And then moving on to the Halloween-centric chapter (which is like four months too late from the time I originally wrote it. So whoops?)! But it'll be more lighthearted and happy!!!

But enough about that now because I've also been working on a movie trailer for this story, which you can see on my Tumblr (under the #closer to the fire tag) and my YouTube Channel (TheRisingAlleria[1997]) or by clicking the link above at the beginning of this chapter. I hope you enjoy that too because I tried very hard on it (even though it didn't reach my expectations.)

AND I'm looking for some more beta-readers!! So if anybody is interested, hit me up on Tumblr or PM me on here or on FF.net or Wattpad. I'm looking for someone who knows more about the DC Universe and has read a majority of the Suicide Squad comics (because I've only watched the movie and Chato's storyline in Most Wanted.)

Don't hesitate to leave your thoughts in the comments below! Whether it's a typo or just to say hello! :)

This chapter was beta-proofed by sirgnomethegiant. Thank you for your reader’s perspective on this story! :D you're an amazing person!

Follow TheRisingAlleria and thegracesantana on Tumblr for more updates! until we meet again

- Alleria

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