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Omg omggg I love having people to talk about our favorite supervillain!!!🥹🥹 I want to talk about this concept!! Hehe

Jonathan Crane would sooo love having an innocent gf, like just imagine Y/n being a family friend of Rachel’s, she’s a student teacher (studying to be a kindergarten teacher) and is living with Rachel through her collage years and meets Jon when some of Rachel’s court paperwork gets mixed up with Y/n’s teacher ones, like imagine she’s rushing to get them to Rachel and literally runs INTO Jonathan but gets knocked over and the papers go flying because he is a TALL man lmao. She’s profusely apologizing and Jonathan just has his eyebrows raised in confusion and a frown, which then turns into a smirk when she says she’s looking for her friend Rachel (Jonathan sees an opportunity to use Y/n to get to Rachel) Omggg but like imagine Y/n being oblivious to the danger and is just so sweet and adorable to Jonathan that he can’t go through with it🥹

His court look🔥🔥🔥

Who allowed him to be this gorgeous (and insane) WHO????

tattooed heart - jonathan crane x reader

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notes: i did not specify the readers major sorry sorry! but i had tattooed heart on repeat while writing this and i was like that song is jonathan cranes gf coded.

word count: 5.9k

summary: you're rachel dawes's college-aged childhood best friend and roommate, and one day your lecture notes get mixed up with her court documents. in a rush to bring the correct papers to her at the courthouse, you bump into none other than doctor jonathan crane.

warnings: smut 18+ mdni, swearing, kissing, p in v, creampie and general smut lol

as you were getting ready for the day, you applied your blush in the mirror, cheeks all rosy and pink, matching your soft pink nails. perfect, you thought to yourself as you added the final touches to your makeup, and looked through your closet for something to wear.

rummaging through your wardrobe, you settle on a white and pink floral print mini dress, perfect for summer, and pair it with some white stilettos. you did your hair up in your favourite hairstyle, and sprayed yourself with your favourite perfume.

you were getting ready to go to brunch with your girlfriends as it was a gorgeous day outside, and the girls from your college were planning to have a little get together. as you were grabbing your purse, your phone started to go off. looking at the screen, you notice it was your long time friend, rachel.

you were currently rooming with her since you were in college full-time, and the two of you were super close - inseparable, honestly. she had told you that you could move in with her, as she had a two bedroom home but she lived there alone.

the two of you go way back - she used to babysit you when you were younger, as her mother was best friends with yours. despite her being almost a decade older than you, you guys got along wonderfully. you had known each other ever since you were young, and the longstanding friendship between you two was something you both cherished deeply.

“hello?” you say, answering the phone.

“hey, so please don't hate me," she whines over the phone, "but i accidentally grabbed your papers instead of my court documents, i must've gotten them mixed up this morning."

"shoot - uh, okay. i'll be there in like twenty minutes and i'll bring them to you. where are they?" you ask her.

"the dining table, or somewhere in the kitchen - gotta go, see you in a bit. love you, your the best!" she says, hanging up.

sighing, you collect her stack of papers from the dining table, and grab your purse as you head out. the drive to the courthouse luckily wasn't too far off from where you were supposed to meet your friends, as the restaurant was only about a five minute drive from there.

putting your car into park, you grab her belongings along with yours, and step out your car, locking it behind you. as your high heels clicked against the ground, you looked around to see if maybe you could spot her. the inside of the courthouse was busy, and you were trying to find her as quick as possible since you knew this was a time sensitive matter.

you look through hallways and doorways, but didn't see rachel anywhere. you continue to pace up and down the halls, peering into empty rooms, trying to spot her. finally - you saw her standing at the end of a hallway near the back of the courthouse, and you rush over to her in your stilettos.

suddenly, with an "oof," you felt the wind get knocked out of you as the papers went flying. luckily, you didn't fall or anything, but every single sheet of paper did. as you glanced up, you noticed a very tall, (and very handsome) man in a suit and tie with glasses - and intoxicatingly blue eyes. the man stood at a good height of around six foot three, and managed to tower over you even with your high heels on.

"i-i'm so sorry." you say, flustered.

the handsome stranger raises a brow at you, seemingly irritated. he didn't appear to be too friendly, and he spoke sharply after you apologized. "you should really be more careful." he says to you, leaning down to help you grab your papers.

"o-of course," you stammer as he hands you the papers, "thank you, i'm sorry again. i was just in such a rush to get these to my friend, rachel, over there." you point to rachel, who finally noticed you, and ushered you over.

"miss dawes?" he asks, his tone shifting to something more curious, "you're a friend of hers?"

"she's known me ever since i was in elementary school. she mixed her papers up with my lecture notes this morning, so hence why i'm here bringing these to her." you say innocently, holding up the court documents. "i'm sorry, again."

he eyed you curiously for a moment, before smirking slightly. "that's quite alright. i never got your name, actually."

you tell him your name, and he responds to you once more, but his tone seemingly shifted into one much softer than before. "beautiful name, really."

before you had a chance to react, who you presumed to be another lawyer had rushed over to the two of you before speaking to jonathan.

"doctor crane, you're needed in the courtroom. mr. zsasz's legal team would like a word." he says in a hushed manner, before making his way back into the courtroom he came from.

"wait, you're jonathan crane?" you ask him with surprise.

you'd heard a lot about his work, it was phenomenal. he had made multiple headlines with his breakthroughs in psychology and psychopharmacology. his name was plastered on papers and articles, and he was very well-known in gotham for his achievements in his field, especially at only thirty-two years old.

"indeed i am." he says softly, and you could've sworn you saw fight back a smile.

"'i've heard about your work, it's incredible what you're doing." you tell him, to which he simply shakes his head.

"i respect the mind's power over the body," he says to you simply, "it's why i do what i do."

for a moment, you swore time stopped as the two of you locked eyes; his electrifyingly blue ones staring right into yours. however, that moment was cut short as a voice you recognized called out behind you.

"there you are!" rachels voice brings you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn around, "i told you to come over there, carl wanted to say hi." she points to carl finch, who was waving at you from a distance before returning to his conversation with someone else.

"right, sorry. i accidentally bumped into jonathan." you say with a smile, glancing at him, but rachel doesn't seem too happy to see him.

"doctor crane." she says as she acknowledges him unenthusiastically, clearly unimpressed with his presence.

"miss. dawes." he says back, just as annoyed, before changing his tone back to sweet and soft as he looks at you. "i'm afraid i have some matters to attend to, however, it was lovely meeting you. perhaps be a little more careful on your way out - don't want you bumping into anyone else." he said almost teasingly, before swiftly going back to where he was needed.

you smile to yourself, staring at the tall man as he walked away.

"don't tell me you bumped into jonathan crane of all people." rachel says, and you raise your brow.

"what? he seems nice, honestly." you tell her, but to that she scoffs.

"nice? god, no. i'm surprised he didn't rip you to shreds for bumping into him." she tells you, clearly irritated at just the thought of him. "i find it strange, you know. every time i try to get one of falcone's thugs locked up, he somehow gets the court to agree that their insane, and puts them into arkham."

as she was telling you this, it was going in one ear and right out the other, as your mind was too busy with the racing thoughts of doctor jonathan crane. his intoxicating smile, his baby blue eyes, everything about him was gorgeous - not to mention his height!

now, jonathan on the other hand, was thinking of you for an entirely different reason. yes, he found you to be pretty - beautiful, actually, he thought you were stunning, but that didn't stop him from seeing you as a means to get to rachel. jonathan crane was an opportunist, he was already plotting the second you told him you and rachel were practically sisters.

he figured that if he got close to you, he would get closer to rachel - meaning it would be easier to take her down and get her to stop sniffing around. he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to do it yet - though he had a few plans that he'd thought of. his first idea was to threaten you, scare you into giving information over about her, perhaps if he scared you enough, you would tell rachel to stop meddling with his plans.

but that didn't seem airtight enough. however...there was another idea that struck him - and it seemed to be the safer (and smarter) option. he would make you believe that he was falling for you, get you to trust him - and then once he had your heart in his hands, use you as leverage to get rachel to stay out of his way.

it was simple, really. he wasn't going to seriously harm you, just kidnap you once you let your guard down, then use you as ransom (hm, more like hostage) to persuade rachel to step down from any current and future cases where he had to act as an expert witness.

"are you listening?" rachels voice brought you back to reality, and you nod while she looks through her papers. "yeah - sorry, i'm late to this thing i have with my friends. i gotta go." you say, waving goodbye to her and checking your phone, realizing you needed to leave.

you swiftly drove over to brunch with your girlfriends, and the whole time, you found yourself fixated on the thought of jonathan. there was something about him, something that made your heart swell. perhaps it was his gorgeous eyes, or maybe it was that stunningly chiseled face - whatever it may be, he had a hold on your heart, that was for sure.

after saying your goodbyes to your friends after brunch, you headed off to the grocery store to run some errands. the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was gorgeous, so you decided to spend as much of your day outside as you could. as you were grabbing some apples from one of the produce bins, you turned around and-

ugh, not again!

you felt your body collide into someone else's, and you internally slapped yourself; why twice in one day?!

as you were about to start profusely apologizing, you noticed that you were eye level with a very familiar suit and tie - looking up, you see none other than jonathan crane; and this time, he's actually smiling.

"clumsy one, aren't you?" he teases, and you blush.

"i just can't seem to escape you, i guess," you say back, your pink blush accentuating the apples of your cheeks, "i didn't expect to literally bump into you again so soon."

"i had to run some errands, figured i'd do it after the whole court thing." he says. "actually, i never had the chance to ask you for your number."

when he said that, you started to actually blush profusely, and you managed to stammer out a response. "o-oh, yeah, right."

"yeah so, can i grab it from you?" he asked teasingly, with a small smile.

"o-oh, yes totally." you say, flustered, and he gives you his phone to put your contact information into. after taking it back from you, he asked you a question. "are you busy at all tonight? i know it's a long shot, but..."

"i'm not, actually," you say back, "i don't have any classes for the next few days, it's a reading break."

"well, in that case - how about you join me for dinner tonight?" he asks softly, and you could feel your heart racing.

"yeah, that works. just text me the details then?" you say.

"will do," he says, shamelessly checking you out once more, "try not to bump into anyone else, seriously." he playfully teases, and you laugh softly.

that same evening, you had finished getting ready for your date with jonathan. you opted for a classy, but sexy, look for tonight, and threw on your favourite heels. with your hair freshly done and your makeup on point, you felt pretty - you looked pretty.

spraying on a few spritz of your favourite perfume, you grab your purse and head outside of your place to meet jonathan, as he had texted you that he was here. you felt your stomach do little flips on your way to his car, and even though you were a grown woman, you still felt like a silly school girl with a crush around him.

you spotted his car parked outside your apartment building - a brand new, 3 series bmw with blackout tinting, and gun metal coloured paint. stepping to the passenger door, he reaches over and pushes it open for you, and you get in.

"wow," he says softly, "you look gorgeous, darling."

his tone (and words, duh) made you blush, and you notice he's still in a suit - just a slightly different one, and this time, no sweater vest. "thank you," you say sweetly, "you look really good, too."

"ah, i appreciate it, darling." he tells you, smiling as he speeds off onto the road, driving ever so recklessly - which you thought was hot.

the night went flawlessly, jonathans plan was definitely working out the way he had hoped. the two of you talked endlessly over multiple glasses of wine and dinner, really getting to know each other on a personal level.

he told you all about his time in college, and why he chose to work in the field of psychology, which you found fascinating. you had always liked a mature, well spoken, and intelligent man. you'd told him about your current major, the classes you were taking and your passion for it, which he found endearing. he thought you were absolutely intelligent and found you extremely well spoken for someone your age.

you were just so...sweet. so kind, affectionate, and innocent. again, even if you didn't look that innocent, your personality shone through your exterior - and my goodness did he think you were adorable. your kindness was unmatched.

now, jonathan had originally set this plan into motion to take rachel down (obviously), but he found himself getting slightly distracted with you. sure, he wanted nothing more than to get rachel dawes to stop sniffing around his rather illegal and criminal activities, however, you were far more interesting than he had originally thought. yes, he thought you were jaw-dropping, stunning, gorgeous, angelic (the list just goes on...) when he first met you, but he simply thought you were a pretty face and nothing more.

but boy, was he wrong. you were so much more than that, you were magnificent in his eyes. he was wondering how the hell you didn't already have a boyfriend, as it seemed someone like you would have men lining up just to have a chance with you.

you were thinking the same thing, unbeknownst to him. it was insane, really. he was undeniably handsome, and my goodness was he smart - a man dedicated to his job and passions, so brilliant and ambitious, but yet he didn't have a woman in his life. you thought surely the universe was on your side when it caused the two of you to cross paths.

it had been approximately a month since you and jonathan had gone on your first date - and many more followed. the two of you were enamoured with each other, unable to leave one another alone. he was a busy man, he worked a lot - but he made exceptions when it came to you. he'd never done that before.

he mentally cursed at himself for acting like a lovesick fool, but fuck, he couldn't stop himself if he tried. for a man with such self control; he lost all his inhibitions when it came to you. he was so cold, so calculated and cynical...was he not? well, not around you. his cold, frozen heart was melting, and he hated it - sort of.

he hated that you happened to be the one person he was going to use as a pawn in order to get to rachel - but on the other hand, he couldn't deny how he felt. he always thought love was a waste of time, why be in a relationship when there is no use for such a thing? hm, well - you changed his mind on that, too. he wanted so desperately to be your man, the one for you. the one who got to hold you at night, for you to be the one he came home to after a particularly stressful day at work, the one with his last name - ugh, he was turning soft! and of course it had to be with you of all people.

tonight, jonathan had been working late when suddenly, a guard had knocked on his office door.

"yes?" he asked curtly, "what is it?"

the officer sighed as he opened the office door, "miss dawes from the DA's office is here to see you. she has more questions."

"tell her that i do not have the time for any more silly questions-"

"she brought that girl you always talk about with her."

"...i will be there shortly." he says, sighing as he puts his glasses back on.

okay so, jonathan may have let it slip that he was going out with you to his coworker a few weeks ago. this one coworker had asked him if he could help file a report, but jonathan had a date with you that night, so he had casually said something along the lines of "no, i've got a date with this girl," and the coworker was shocked.

jonathan crane was going on a date? and he was telling people about it? that was huge news, and it soon turned into workplace gossip. jonathan was seething but i mean, he did it to himself, and this was the exact reason why he always kept his personal life separate from work.

jonathan made his way down from his office to go see rachel and you. he wasn't sure why you were here, but he didn't care. it didn't matter as long as he got to see you.

"miss dawes," he says, walking up to her, whilst softly smiling at you. however, once he looked back at her, his stone cold demeanour returned. "this is most irregular - i have nothing further to add to the report i've filed with the judge."

"i have questions about your report." she says nonchalantly, and you watch the interaction between the two of them.

you had driven her here, as her car was currently at the mechanics for maintenance, you had offered. that's what best friends do, after all. you'd insisted that you wait in the car for her, as you didn't want to come off as intruding on him at work, but she said it wasn't safe for you to wait all alone, in the dark, in gotham at an asylum parking lot. you couldn't lie - she had a point.

"uh, i'm just going to wait in the car, i think." you say to them both quietly, but rachel shakes her head. "nonsense, i'll only be a minute. like i said, i have questions, doctor crane."

"such as?" he asks.

"isn't it convenient for a fifty-two year old man who has no history of mental illness to suddenly have a complete psychotic breakdown just when he's about to be indicted?" she sneers, and he stares at her with a cold, emotionless stare.

"well, as you can see for yourself, there's nothing convenient about his symptoms." he says smoothly, and you notice behind the glass window, who appears to be carmine falcone is on a medical bed, incoherently mumbling to himself.

the two of them continue their little verbal quarrel, and you couldn't help but feel a little out of place, and perhaps, a little awkward as well as you watched the man you were falling in love with and your best friend argue over this.

eventually, rachel had threatened him saying she had paged another doctor at county general to go over falcones toxicology report, as she wanted to know exactly what crane had put him on. jonathan looked like he was holding his tongue, and you could tell he was getting irritated - you could see it in the way he was clenching his jaw silently.

he softly looked over at you, saying your name sweetly. "would you care to join me downstairs, darling?" he says, then turns back to rachel, looking annoyed. "perhaps we should discuss this another time, miss dawes."

"she is not going anywhere, especially with you." rachel sneered, and you huffed.

"okay, enough. i think we should all just take a breather, and just chill for a second. i'll be back, okay rachel? i told jonathan- er, doctor crane, that i was intrigued about his work here. he just wants to show me around; i asked the last time i saw him." you tell her, looking between her and jonathan.

rachel knew that you had been seeing him, and she was supportive (well, as best as she could be) since she adored you, but she despised him. she just couldn't wrap her around how someone as diabolical as him could get along with someone as sweet as you.

"fine, okay." she sighs, and jonathan softly takes your hand in his, leading you to an elevator that looked to be quite old and rigid, but you pushed it aside.

he took a key and turned it, as wherever he was taking you was clearly a restricted access area, and the two of you stood side by side, hand in hand as the elevator went downstairs.

yes - this was all part of jonathans plan to cut rachel out of the picture, to get her away from his criminal plans and secret toxins that he had been putting into gothams water supply. he was going to gas you next, as he knew rachel would come looking for you, then hold you for ransom (again, more like hostage), until rachel agreed to stop getting involved and dropped her involvement in any cases he worked all together.

as the elevator dinged, he stepped out first, leading the way with his hand resting gently on your back; the feeling was electrifying. his hands on you - it was driving you crazy. jonathan wasn't a very trusting person, so the two of you had gone on countless dates - but he didn't ask you out yet, ask you to be his, and you guys hadn't actually had sex yet, which you found a little endearing, if you were being honest. it seemed like he respected you and wanted more than just a quick hookup.

"this way, please." he says, his voice saccharine as he talks to you. as you follow his lead, he then takes your hand in his once more, and pushes a large, heavy, metal door open. you followed him, hand in hand, and continued to go along with whatever it was he was doing. you didn't think twice about it; you never felt a sense of danger near him.

glancing down from the top of a cascading staircase, you see what appeared to be inmates or patients of arkham asylum, in their jumpsuits, working with various chemicals and pouring them into some sort of water supply - a sewerage of some sort, maybe? you blink a few times, but eventually you look over at him with an innocent and adorably confused expression.

jonathan pauses for a moment, looking down at you and your small frame in comparison to his, and takes note of how cute you truly were. god, you were so pretty. sighing, he continued, trying his hardest not to let you affect him in any way. "this is where we make the medicine," he says, "perhaps you should..."

he trailed off before he could say "have some," unable to finish his sentence, and you look at him with that adorable pout that you had many times before.

he couldn't go through with it. this was the final part of his plan! he was supposed to hold you hostage! how else was he going to get rid of rachel dawes and stop her from meddling? you were like, his last resort, or something along those lines.

sighing, he shook his head. "no, i can't do this to you." he says, his voice soft, matching his expression.

"what are you talking about?" you ask innocently, as if you were oblivious to the scene around you. one thing about you was that you tended to see the good in people; even if others found them distasteful, you managed to see their best qualities.

therefore, when jonathan took you into some kind of illegal, criminal chemical distribution and production centre for his fear toxin, you innately looked past it - a typical you thing to do. they do say that ignorance is bliss, right?

jonathan eyed you curiously - were you serious? "do you know where you are right now?" he asked, tone still soft as he spoke to you.

"yeah, arkham asylum." you respond cutely, and he almost laughed. you were so adorable - so sweet.

"no- like, where we are right now, as in where we're standing." he clarifies, hoping you would understand.

"a lab?" you ask hopefully, and he nods, looking at you with a small smile.

"something like that, yes," he laughs softly, "you don't see the problem here?"

you tilt your head to the side to really emphasize your confusion, and jonathan feels this strange sensation in his chest - almost like there were butterflies flying around freely in there. "well, should i see a problem with this?" you ask innocently.

"yes," he says, "yes, you should. does this not bother you at all?"

"not really, no."

"but why?"

"cause i like you." you say, and he goes quiet.

you like him? you like him? you like him. for some reason, this makes his heart beat about a million miles a minute, and he gets flustered - nearly choked up. jonathan crane of all people wasn't one to ever be at a loss for words, but love changes us in ways we wouldn't dream of.

for a moment, you thought you'd really fucked up this time. he was quiet for so long, you thought perhaps you should take it back - save yourself before it was too late; confessing your feelings when they weren't mutual was one of the most embarrassing things that you felt could happen to you. but, before you could take back your little confession, his hands were on your waist, pulling you close to him.

his expression was something you'd never seen before, almost like he was searching your eyes for any trace of a lie, really trying to see if you were being honest with him. vulnerability didn't come easy to jonathan, and his walls were up so high - they were almost unbreakable.

almost.

as he pulled you close, his hands rested on your waist gently, pulling you flush against his body as he looked down at you. "you have feelings for me?" he asked quietly, and you nod.

"of course i do, i thought it was obvious..." you say just as quietly, your eyes trailing over his pink, plush lips.

suddenly, he was pulling you into a gentle kiss, which you immediately melted into, letting yourself fall into him. neither of you fought the fall this time, especially not jonathan.

"i need you," he whispered against your lips, "i think i-" he stopped himself, his heart skipping and his brain short circuiting from the thought of finishing his sentence.

"hm?" you ask cutely, pulling away from the kiss.

"i think i love you." he says quickly, and you smile sweetly at him. "i know i love you." you reassure him, and he smiles back at you. "darling, you truly are something else."

before you knew it, the two of you were sneaking away as if you were teenagers again. he took you through the staff only parts of the asylum, and eventually led you to the underground parking garage. the two of you were laughing amongst yourselves, acting like two high school students in love.

you had asked a security officer to hand the keys to your car to rachel, so that she could drive home, and shot her a text that simply read: "i owe u, pls dont hate me ok ily bye."

she sent back the following: "ughhh fine"

like jonathan, she also had a soft spot for you, even when you did things like this - you were like a baby sister to her, she adored you even if you were trying to sleep with the "enemy." well, her enemy anyways.

it was quite cold on this particular night, even though it was the middle of summer. as the two of you walked through the parkade, jonathan noticed that you were shivering slightly, and he quickly took off his suit jacket. wrapping it around your shoulders, he pulled you close, placing a few chaste kisses on your neck and behind your ear, as the two of you rushed to get into his car.

jonathan and you swiftly got in his car, his hand on your thigh as the two of you sped off to his place. the minute you two got out and stepped into his apartment building, the both of you were pressed up against each other. the two of you sharing sloppy kisses as you tried your best to hurry up and get into his apartment from the elevator, wanting nothing more than to get your hands on each other.

as he closed his apartment door and locked it behind him, you pounced on him, locking your lips with his in an instant. he needed you - and you needed him. both desperate and needy, you make out feverishly, hungry for more. it was meant to be - it must be. the way the moonlight shone through the big, glass window of his bedroom, illuminating you both as you made the moment yours.

you rush to help him out of his clothes; sloppy, hot kisses being shared between the both of you. he pushes you back onto his soft mattress, and he tugs your clothes off of you, pawing at your breasts through your lacy bra. once you were in just your lacy bra and matching lacy panties, he groaned at the sight.

"fuck, look at you, darling." he groans, and you feel your cheeks heat up from his words. "i've wanted you for so long."

his hands travel up your body, reaching for your bra clasp before undoing it, your perky breasts out for him to see. wasting absolutely no time, he slides your lacy panties down, too. you could see the tent in his boxers, and you smirked to yourself.

"please fuck me, jon. i wanna feel myself getting stretched out by your cock." you say to him, looking up at his face as he crawls onto you.

jonathan was almost at a loss for words - for someone so sweet and so innocent, your words were so filthy.

"yeah, is that what you want, darling?" he asked, pulling his boxers down to reveal is hard cock, dripping with pre cum. "d'you want me to fuck you stupid, hm? until you can't walk?"

his words made you moan, you were unbelievably turned on right now. you felt the tip of his cock line up with your drooling entrance, and you snake your hand down to your clit, teasingly playing with it while he watched. you moan, and he takes a hold of your hand. "you're fucking naughty, aren't you?" he asked, pinning both your wrists above your head as he forcefully thrusted his cock into your tight, warm cunt.

"jesus, you're fucking soaked." he groans, setting a fast and brutal pace as he fucked you. you arch your back at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix already - so deep you couldn't decipher whether it actually hurt or not.

"f-fuck, so good, ugh-" you moan, the sound of your voice mixed with his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt filling up the room.

"y-yeah?" he asks, moaning your name, "darling, fuck. this cunt is all mine, understood?"

you nod frantically, feeling his thick, fat cock sliding in and out of your spongy walls, stretching your tight little cunt out. "mm, uh-huh. o-oh, jon..!"

he continued to fuck you mercilessly, pounding your pretty pussy with such force, you knew he wasn't kidding when he said you wouldn't be walking tomorrow. you were a mess under him, screaming his name at this point, and he loved it. oh, how he loved seeing you fall apart underneath him.

"j-jon, baby," you moan, "i-i'm gonna cum."

"drench my cock, darling," he says, still fucking your soaking cunt with his thick cock, "show me, fuck- show me who you fucking belong to."

his words sent you over the edge, your mind going blank as you screamed his name out over and over, your legs shaking as he fucked you into oblivion, your release crashing over you like a wave. your soft walls enveloping his fat cock even more, tightening up around him.

"god, you're unbelievably tight-" he moans, "m'gonna fill this pretty pussy up, darling."

you started to babble incoherently, lost in the moment. "mm, f-uck- i love you." you gasped, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop them.

your saccharine, desperate voice sent jonathan into overdrive, and he was certainly starting to lose his composure. "i love you more." he groaned while painting your walls white with his cum.

he stayed on top of you for a moment, the both of you catching your breath and processing what just happened. eventually, he rolled off of you, and immediately pulled you into his embrace. you snuggled into his arms, your head laying on his chest; listening to his heartbeat as bliss consumed you.

jonathan subconsciously knew he couldn't go through with his plan as soon as he fabricated it, as you'd captured his heart instantaneously. you were so sweet, so oblivious to the fact that he was so imperfect, so dangerous. maybe you knew, he thought, or maybe you just chose to see the good in him, he wasn't entirely sure. he wasn't a saint, and he definitely wasn't a good man by any means, but for you; he would try to be better. he promised that to himself.

you'd dozed off while he was lost in his thoughts, and he looked over at you, snuggled up in his arms as you slept peacefully, and he held you a little closer - a little tighter. he never wanted to let you go.

your name had been tattooed onto his heart from the moment he had met you - permanent and forever there.

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[reystenius-01]

Little Lilo

in which you come home with a feline friend

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Alexia had gotten home from training a couple of hours ago now, and she was beginning to miss your presence. Since you had a day-off, and today was a session mainly for the midfielders, you had breakfast with your parents, who were visiting Spain for a while. When Alexia had met your parents for the first time, at the World Cup final in Australia, your Barcelona-loving father had practically swooned himself. Your patriotic English mother took a little more convincing, but Alexia managed to win her over through brunch (and a Jenni Hermoso jersey, which your mother immediately hung up in the spare room beside a Mary Earps shirt).

She was heating up one of the dishes on her meal plan when Nala started barking at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone else to be coming over, especially not with the racket Nala was making. With a sigh, she turned off the stove and made her way to the door, wondering who could possibly be causing such a commotion.

Opening the door, Alexia's eyes widened in surprise when she saw her girlfriend standing there, holding a tiny kitten in her arms. But what caught her off guard even more was the sight of yourself – your hair tousled and dishevelled, dirt smudges on your cheeks, and grass stains on your clothes.

“Mi amor, what on earth happened to you?” Alexia exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up in confusion.

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you held out the kitten towards Alexia. “Look what I found!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with glee. “Isn't she just the cutest thing you've ever seen?”

Alexia couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiasm, reaching out to gently stroke the kitten's fur. “She's adorable,” she agreed, her heart melting at the sight of the tiny creature. But then she glanced back at you, a puzzled frown forming on her face. “But seriously, what happened to you? You look like you've been rolling around in the dirt.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, taking off your shoes and nearly falling over. “Well, you see, I found this little one wandering around near the park,” you explained. “And, uh, she was in a bit of a pickle, so I couldn't just leave her there. I might have gotten a little carried away trying to catch her.”

“A p-pickle?” Alexia tilted her head in confusion at the terminology.

“She was… in trouble,” you adjusted with a smile, so convincing that Alexia almost didn’t notice your tell. You were avoiding eye contact.

“Mi vida…” Alexia crossed her arms, fixing you with a stern look. 

You gulped, before sighing and caving in, “I might have gotten a little carried away playing with him, but it was worth it.”

Nala, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, let out a low growl from her spot by the door, clearly not impressed by the new addition to the household.

Now, Nala was equally your child as she was Alexia’s, but you’d have to pull off some insane sweet-talking in order to get your girlfriend to let you keep the furry feline you were holding in your arms.

You sighed, casting a pleading look in Alexia's direction. “Please, mi amor, can we keep him?” Your voice was tinged with hope, Alexia’s heart nearly bursting as you pulled out the best puppy-eyes you could muster.

“You and your soft spot for animals,” Alexia teased gently, reaching out to scratch Nala behind the ears to reassure her.

Your cheeks flushed slightly at the teasing, but you couldn't hide the fond smile that tugged at your lips. “I can't help it,” you admitted sheepishly, pressing a kiss to the top of the kitten's head. “They just... they need someone to look out for them, you know?”

Alexia's heart swelled with affection as she watched you cradle the kitten in your arms, her eyes shining with genuine love and compassion. “Yeah, I know, amor,” she murmured softly, feeling a rush of warmth flood through her at the sight of her girlfriend's kindness.

Nala's growling had subsided, replaced by a cautious curiosity as she sniffed at the kitten, her tail wagging tentatively. It seemed she was slowly warming up to the idea of having a new furry friend around the apartment.

With a soft sigh, Alexia nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Alright, we can keep him,” she relented, her voice filled with affection. “But this is the last one, okay? And you’re on litter box duty. We’ve got enough on our plate with Nala, dios mio.”

An almost comical expression overtook your face. Your baffled expression morphed into one of mock offense as you raised an eyebrow at Alexia. “Oh, so now it's ‘we,’ huh?” you teased, feigning indignation. “Nala sneezes once and you’re on your feet like I just put on a Madrid jersey.”

Alexia chuckled, shaking her head. “Hey, don't be dramatic,” she teased back, nudging you playfully with her elbow. “Besides, Madrid jerseys are an abomination in this household. You know that.”

Your mock offense melted into a grin, unable to hold the act for long under Alexia's playful teasing. “Alright, fair point,” you conceded with a laugh, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Alexia's cheek. “But seriously, thanks for letting us keep him. I promise I'll take care of everything – litter duty and all.”

Alexia smiled at her, reaching out to gently ruffle the kitten's fur. “Hey, I'm all for expanding our little family,” she teased, shooting you a playful smirk. “Besides, Nala could use a buddy to keep her company when we're both busy with training and games.”

Your lips twitched into a playful grin as you shook your head in mock disbelief. “Well, well, well, look at you, embracing your inner cat lady,” you teased, leaning in to press a teasing kiss to Alexia's lips. “I never thought I'd see the day.”

Rolling her eyes, Alexia swatted playfully at your shoulder. “Oh, hush,” she retorted, though the fondness in her tone was evident. “You know you love it when I surprise you.” She leaned in closer, her voice turning softer. “And besides, anything to make you happy, mi cielo.”

You pulled a face, dodging Alexia’s hand that was about to smack your ass as you turned towards the bathroom to give the little guy a bath. “Amor, I swear you suck.”

“Last I remember, bebita, you were doing most of that last night.”

“Alexia Putellas Segura, you are so lucky I am holding Little Lilo right now,” you turned around slowly, a tight smile on your face.

“Little Lilo?”

“IT’S A CUTE NAME!”

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[yoon-kooks]

playboys & pancakes | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: When your fuckboy model friend Park Jimin returns from Paris, Jungkook can't help but feel a little jealous and protective over you even though the two of you aren't technically dating yet.

⛓️word count: 2.6k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, dirty talk, oc is a lil brat, boy gets jealous🤭, soft cuddling, jimin is a tattooed fuckboy, no explicit smut in this drabble

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a/n: this was a cute lil drabble request for jealous!jjk!! if you make it all the way to the end, there ✨might✨ be a special teaser... lmk if yall would be interested👀

In the middle of class, Jungkook stares at the seat next time him where you’re busy giggling and texting away for some unknown reason. He’s dying to know the context so he can use it against you later to see that pretty smile once more.

“Hey you,” you whisper, leaning over in his direction. It’s rare for the two of you to talk in the classroom since you both agreed it was best to lay low about whatever the fuck this is between you and him. It must be something urgent. “Do you know any cute girls who are single right now?”

Jungkook just blinks at you in utter disbelief. You’re already sick of him, aren’t you? You’d rather fool around with some cute girl than fuck some loser who makes her finish her homework a week before it’s due. Well shit. It was fun while it lasted.

“Asking for a friend,” you add. Not helping, by the way. Could you make it any more obvious that you’re trying to break off this… arrangement between you and him? “My friend said he’s down bad.”

Wait.

You flash your phone screen in Jungkook’s face for him to read what you were presumably giggling about earlier.

Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “A what tattoo?!🥵🍆”

Jimin🍄 [10:46AM] “Btw please tell me you know a cute girl who is as down bad as I am”

Jimin🍄 [10:47AM] “Paris was not as romantic as they make it out to be”

Y/N✨ [10:48AM] “hold on lemme ask the dilf”

The dilf has a lot of questions. The first being, “You have friends?” He’s mostly just teasing you for lacking genuine friendships despite being so popular, but this is the first time he’s heard you talk about a friend that wasn’t him.

“He’s a friend from high school,” you explain. “He’s been studying abroad for the past few years and just got back yesterday. I’m letting him crash at my place this weekend so we can catch up.”

Hmm. Jungkook wasn’t planning on sharing you with anyone this weekend, but this is a much better scenario than you outright abandoning him for someone else. In fact, he might even know just the right person to satisfy your friend’s needs.

“And why are you calling me a dilf—” 

He never gets an answer because the professor calls on you to answer a question on the board. You glance up and give the correct answer with no hesitation despite the distractions next to you and on your phone. Your nerdy side is just as attractive as your bubbly personality. 

He’s so lucky to have a girl like you.

“Jimin wants to have brunch with you tomorrow, by the way,” you say on Friday night as you snuggle closer to Jungkook on the couch. It’s one of those rare wholesome nights at his place where you aren’t dripping in pleasure, moaning your little heart out with him inside you. “I told him you’d hook him up with a baddie and now he wants to interrogate you to make sure you have good taste.”

“I think I have pretty good taste.” He looks right at your cute naked face with no makeup on. You’re also borrowing one of his oversized tees and using it as a nightshirt. Obviously, he has amazing taste.

“So you’ll come?” Your smile is so bright. How could he ever say no to that? “We can meet up with him there and go to my place after.”

“Sure,” he says. Besides, he’d like to see this Jimin guy for himself. From what you’ve said about him, he seems like a cool dude studying fashion design. But it’s also kind of fucked up that your closest friend abandoned you here without anyone else to rely on for all those years apart. It’s shitty to think how alone you must’ve felt until the two of you started talking barely a month ago.

“Cool, I think you’ll get along with him,” you yawn into his chest while twirling his hair around your finger. Thank god he decided to let his hair grow out so you could play with it as much as you want. “He’s like you but friendlier and fuckboy-ish.”

“If he’s friendly and fuckboy-ish, how is that like me?” Jungkook isn’t picking up what you’re putting down. He doesn’t like the sound of the fuckboy part, either.

“He has a lot of tattoos and a cute face, but he’s kind of mean in a teasing way. Just like you.” The twirling is slowing down. “A lot of people say he’s super attractive too.”

You reach for your phone that somehow ended up on the other side of the boy and pull up Jimin’s Instagram. Jungkook studies the page and clicks on a pic of your friend all suited up in Dior. Damn. Not only is he handsome, but he also knows how to pose and look good in photos. You kind of left out the part about him being an actual model.

Of course you have another attractive guy friend who enjoys teasing you. Of course this guy happens to be staying with you while he’s “down bad.” And of course Jeon Jungkook is not going to let himself feel a certain way about it.

The next morning, Jungkook wakes up to your arms wrapped around his waist as you’re still snoozing away on the couch. Very carefully, he peels your arms away one at a time, hops out of the blanket, and gives you his sleepy kitten to hold onto in place of him. You make this cute little whiny sound as you cuddle the cat.

Successful in leaving you undisturbed, the boy heads to his room and opens his sorry excuse of a closet. The majority of his wardrobe is just basic shit like hoodies, plain tees, ripped jeans, and sweats for the gym. He’s never really put a whole lot of thought into his fashion, but he woke up this morning with an urge to look somewhat good for brunch. It totally has nothing to do with that fashion model friend of yours.

After a good ten minutes of contemplation, he eventually goes with a nice crewneck and one of the few pairs of black jeans that aren’t all torn up. It’s just brunch anyway.

By then, you’ve woken up and thrown on that pretty beige sundress you left behind a few weeks ago. He’d conveniently washed it for you when he was doing a light load. Now you smell like his lavender laundry soap.

When the two of you get to the brunch place, you claim a booth and wait for Jimin to arrive. Your arm brushes against his as you flap through the menu. The booth is pretty spacious, and yet you’re sitting that close to him. He doesn’t mind, of course.

“I’m gonna get the pink strawberry waffles… but the chocolate banana pancakes look really good, too.” You point at the pictures like a child. “What about you?”

“Chocolate banana pancakes.” He didn’t have his mind made up until that very moment. You’re always stealing his food off his plate these days anyway. He might as well pick something you’ll enjoy.

“Ooh, good, now I can try it too,” you sing. Called it.

“Never said I was sharing,” Jungkook shakes his head. You both know he’s bluffing.

“What do I have to do for a taste?” you ask so innocently while leaning your soft tits against his arm. “Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and suck dad—”

“Hi Y/N, hey Jungkook.” Your handsome model friend slides into the other side of the booth and interrupts your enticing proposal. Your eyes light up in a way Jungkook has never seen before.

“Jimin!” you smile.

“Hey,” Jungkook adds, a lot less enthusiastic than you. Of course Jimin is even better looking in person.

After ordering, you ask Jimin to spill the deets on his Paris adventures. In addition to an internship, he also did in fact spend some time modeling for a few luxury brands. Now that he’s back home, he’s planning on taking it easy for a bit before moving forward with fashion design. 

So that’s why he’s asking for a baddie to kill time with. He can have anyone he wants as long as it’s not you.

As the two friends catch up, Jungkook notices the way you lean forward toward the other boy and laugh at nearly everything he says—although to be fair, he is a pretty funny and charming guy. That’s the kind of guy that would complement your playful personality so well.

The food comes shortly after, and you stare intensely at Jimin’s French toast even though you have a pretty pink waffle right in front of you and Jungkook’s pancakes right beside you.

“Really? The guy who just got back from France ordered French toast?” you snicker, turning to Jungkook to get him on your side. He chuckles, but only because you’re cute when you’re being mischievous.

“Would you like some, Y/N?” Jimin waves off your silliness. He must be used to it because it hardly affects him the way it affected Jungkook.

“Yes, please.” You cut off a small piece of French toast and go in for a taste. It gets not one but two thumbs up from you.

“Still a foodie, I see,” Jimin observes. You nod. He must’ve been the one you were dragging around to different food places back in high school. But now that’s Jungkook’s job, and he’d like to keep it that way.

So Jungkook waits. He waits patiently for you to ask for a taste of his food. After all, he ordered the chocolate banana pancakes with you in mind.

But instead, you’re minding your own business and digging into your pink waffle. Weren’t you offering a whole blowjob for a taste of his pancakes a little while ago? Now you suddenly don’t want it because he’d joked about not sharing it? This is stressing him out more than it should. 

You turn and catch the boy next to you aggressively sawing through his pile of pancakes with his butter knife. Hopefully you don’t pick up on his distress.

“Are the pancakes goo—” Before you can finish your question, a few freshly cut pancake pieces are plopped onto your plate beside the pink waffle.

“You said you wanted to try it, didn’t you?” Jungkook tries his best to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal. 

Your Surprised Pikachu face quickly turns into a smug look. “Thought you weren’t sharing,” you hum as you indulge in the moist chocolatey delight. At the same time, your free hand casually runs along the boy’s inner thigh and gives it a squeeze under the table. Playing innocent might be part of your personality, but you know exactly what you’re doing to him. “The pancakes are yummy, by the way.”

Still, your touch is as much of a comfort as it is a turn-on.

“So, are you still interested in the hot girl Jungkook knows?” you ask Jimin. Jungkook hasn’t even shown you a pic of the girl, and yet you’re already hyping her up. You also aren’t aware that it’s someone he’s slept with in the past, but he’ll address that another time.

“Listen, when I said I was down bad,” Jimin lowers his voice, “I meant I need to get laid as soon as possible.”

“Damn, what happened in Paris? Who hurt you?” you frown as you take a big sip of coffee.

“I’ll spill the tea later,” he sighs. Looks like it’s still a touchy subject.

To lift the other boy’s spirit a little, Jungkook pulls up an Instagram page filled with a ton of colorful floral tattoos. If you scroll down enough, you might even find a few pics of his tattoos there too.

“She’s a tattoo artist.” He rolls up his sleeve and points out a few floral pieces that match the style from the Instagram page. “She doesn’t really post pics of herself, but she probably has more tattoos and piercings than me.”

“And she’s hot,” you add in even though that’s already been established.

“I’ll ask if she’s free.” Jungkook pulls up her contact info and shoots her a message. She responds right away.

Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “Do you have time for a walk-in today?”

Jungkook🐍 [11:39AM] “I know a guy who’s interested in you”

???🌼 [11:40AM] “😳”

Jungkook🐍 [11:40AM] “interested in your tattoos**”

???🌼 [11:40AM] “😔”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “todays been slow pls send him my way thx”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “tell him he gets a discount if hes cute”

???🌼 [11:41AM] “IM KIDDING PLS DONT TELL HIM THAT ILL GET CANCELED”

“Yeah she’s free right now,” Jungkook says, trying to keep a straight face. “I’ll give you the address to her studio.”

“Ooh, perfect,” you squeak at Jimin who still doesn’t look completely sold on the whole thing. “You can scout it out as soon as we’re done here.”

“Wait, are you sure it’s okay? I know I said I needed this asap, but I’m mostly here to visit you,” he says.

“Well, now that you’re back from overseas, we can hang out anytime. I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him, downing the rest of your coffee. You’re such a good friend. “And besides, it could be life-changing sex waiting for you at the tattoo shop.”

Jimin nods at your encouragement. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll go.”

“Good.” You slide your ass right over Jungkook’s lap to get out of the booth. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t lean into it a little. “Be right back. I drank too much liquid.”

With you off to the bathroom, Jungkook sits alone across from the other boy. It always gets awkward when the mutual friend disappears. What are they supposed to talk about now that you’re gone?

“So… are you two, like, dating…?” Jimin wastes no time in addressing the elephant in the room. “Y/N always avoids the question whenever I ask.”

“What makes you ask?” The question is mostly to stall time until you get back, but Jungkook is also curious to know what you’ve said about him.

“The way she talks about you makes it seem like you guys are married,” he chuckles. Wow, he has a charming eye smile too. Jungkook would’ve been threatened by that level of charm, but he seems to have already let go of that feeling. “She told me you’re raising a kitten together and that you’re always scolding or spoiling it like a true dilf—her words, not mine. She won’t shut up about how you’ll make a good dad one day.”

At least he knows where the dilf propaganda comes from now. He’ll admit it’s a lot more wholesome than he thought. You really do just gush about him to your best friend. Maybe you feel the same way he does when it comes to this unestablished relationship between you and him. 

Maybe you also want something more.

When you return, you finish up your food, split the bill, and send Jimin on his way to the tattoo studio. Hopefully, it goes well for him. Not because Jungkook is worried the other boy might turn around and try something funny on you, but because he wants any friend of yours to experience the same type of feelings he feels when he’s with you. Damn. He wasn’t expecting to get all gushy this weekend, but he’s not going to fight it either.

“What’d you guys talk about while I was in the bathroom?” you ask on the way back to the car.

“Not much,” Jungkook shrugs. “Just about you calling me a dilf.”

“Oh no, I feel so exposed,” you whine in your favorite sarcastic tone. Then you turn to him and bat your lashes. Brat. “Am I wrong, though?”

a/n: okay i dont normally put notes like this at the end of my fics, but im gonna tease a potential jimin spinoff💖 lmk what you guys think!

⛓️pairing: model!jimin x tattooartist!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, fwb2l, possible angst (??)

⛓️summary: After breaking up with your on-and-off boyfriend for hopefully the last time, an old fling sends his handsome model friend to your tattoo studio. And apparently, he’s as done with love as you are.

⛓️warnings: jimin & oc are both heartbroken and starved for sex (as you might have noticed from this drabble lol), oc is an actual baddie with tattoos everywhere and a belly piercing, there will be a lot more warnings if i decide to go through with this!

[midnightfantasiez]

Twisted Love | 둘 (chp. 2)

SUMMARY: you were certain that you would never find love nor ever lose your virginity throughout university, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon came into the picture and offered to become your tutor; in exchange for keeping your grades up, and most importantly, teaching you everything you needed to know about sex. it was all just for fun & games, that is until one of you started to develop feelings for the other.

PAIRING: tutor!Sangyeon x afab!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: dirty talk, petnames (princess, sweetheart, baby), public sex, p in v sex, kissing, swearing, blowjob, breast play, praise, so they made a pact 😃, and Sangyeon is insane 😮‍💨

WORD COUNT: 2,250

A/N: jayden lee sangyeon. that's all you have to know.

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This has got to be the worst day of your life. 

Not only were you late, and you were pretty much unpresentable (in your eyes, that is), but you also just had to cross paths with the guy who literally took your virginity hours ago. 

To make things worse, it was pretty obvious that Sangyeon had been glancing right in your direction every few minutes whenever he could while trying his best to stay focused on what your professor was teaching in class. You could’ve sworn that there were a couple of times he had actually raised an eyebrow whenever he would catch you looking right at him, not focusing on your actual lecture of the day.

This is why you avoid attending parties, and it is also why you avoid drinking alcoholic beverages outside of the comforts of your apartment because the next thing that happens, you actually end up doing things that you’re going to regret for the rest of your life. 

Wait, rewind that. Maybe it wasn’t all too bad. You weren’t going to deny that Sangyeon made you feel so good, and you wouldn’t mind doing it all over with him again—

Wait, what? 

In the blink of an eye, two hours have passed quickly, all while you have been daydreaming or thinking about what happened last night.

Or rather, him.

As you tried shaking off the unnecessary thoughts, you quickly packed all your belongings away messily into your bag, not bothering to organise them as your main priority was leaving the room. When you followed the footsteps of your classmates, you tried your best to fill your mind with simple things to help distract you—what to eat for brunch, if you should head up to the library to do a little bit of work, or if you would instead go for a little walk outside of campus near the local park. 

Before you could even decide on an activity to keep you busy for the next couple of hours before your following lecture, you felt someone grabbing your wrist, stopping you in your tracks as you watched each classmate leave the auditorium individually. 

As you turn your head to see who it is, you are met by the same lustful grin he portrayed the night before, knowing that this will not look good for you.

“Let’s have a little chat, shall we?” 

Oh, hell no. 

Just as you thought, he would not let you off like that, especially when you both exchanged glances throughout the lecture. As the final student left, he reached his other free hand towards his back to close and lock the door, leaving you trapped in the hall. 

“It seems like you have not forgotten about me, huh? Was I really that good, darling?” he teased, leaning closer to you. 

If you thought yesterday was bad enough, today might be much worse. He was styled neatly yet seductive in your eyes. How could someone be so effortlessly good-looking? It shouldn’t have affected you much; plenty of guys dress like this on campus. Was it because you had sex with him last night that changed everything? Probably, but also, there’s something about him that makes you crave for him, for his touch. 

“I-I umm…look…what happened last night…was all a mistake, I swear,” you said, trying to save yourself from embarrassment, trying your best not to bring it up again because you might genuinely throw up thinking about what you did. 

But clearly, it seemed as if Sangyeon had business with you. “That wasn’t nothing, sweetheart. It’s more than that, don’t you think? Especially since you were the one who made the first move against me.”

God, Y/N. What exactly have you done while you were drunk? 

“N-No! It must be the alcohol, and I’m so sorry for what I did. I promise it was an accident!” 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t convinced in the slightest bit. “There are no such things as accidents.” 

Suddenly, he wrapped his fingers again under your chin and lifted your head slightly to ensure you had all eyes on him. You swore the tension in the air swiftly, making breathing harder each second. Something in your gut just tells you that whatever he was going to bring up next will probably not be good. 

And you were absolutely right. 

“Say, princess. I heard that you needed to pass this semester with at least a GPA of 3.5 and above to be able to move on to the next. Why not I’ll help tutor you to ensure you keep up the grades?” 

“But…aren’t you just supposed to help the professor prepare class materials for each lecture?” 

“Oh, honey. Teacher’s assistants do more than just that.” 

Sangyeon began taking a few steps forward, all while his hands were still under your chin. His other free hand slowly wrapped around your waist, pushing you backwards. 

“You see, we do more than just helping the professors prepare the class materials. We also keep an eye on all students to ensure that nobody is falling behind or failing classes. It just so happens that you will definitely need some assistance, especially after your performance from last semester, as I have seen.” 

Both of you were still moving backwards slowly, and all this time you kept your gaze on him. As much as you felt slightly terrified of the whole situation and also of Sangyeon, another part of you was entranced by him.

“Besides that, I think you owe me a little something, don’t you think?” 

“W-What are you talking about?” you questioned before you felt your back bump against the podium located right at the centre of the stage. Immediately, Sangyeon moved both of his hands to both sides, cornering you to ensure that there was not even the slightest chance of escape for you. 

“Who did you think actually carried you all the way back to the comforts of your apartment last night?” 

Oh, him. 

Looking at how you immediately connected the dots, a somewhat devilish grin was plastered on his face. Now, you weren’t sure if you would want to hear his proposal. 

“What are you suggesting, Sangyeon?” You tried your best not to shiver, but it seemed that your tensed body movements gave it all away, making the grin on his face grow wider each second. 

“I’m giving you a special package, sweetheart. I tutor you, and you repay me by making me feel good.” 

Wow, that was direct as hell.

You tried your best to straighten up and retaliate. “W-What makes you think I would have sex with you again? Don’t you know the phrase ‘whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’?” 

“Let’s be real. It was your first time last night, and you clearly have no experience in all of this. You’re eager to find out and learn more about it anyway.” 

“H-How did you know it was my first?” 

He chuckled. “Baby, it was pretty obvious with the way you cummed.” 

Right, the first time was always different. Your roommate told you so when you talked about it the previous semester. 

With that, you shut your eyes tight, not wanting to face reality at the moment. You just wished you could fly yourself out to space, not wanting to return again. 

“I’m helping you out in both ways, princess. It’s basically killing two birds with a stone. I’d say it’s a pretty good deal. So, what do you say?”

You had no idea how whatever happened thirty minutes ago led you into the situation you are in right now. 

Everything happened so quickly, and you both were having a pretty heated make-out session at the podium. Sangyeon immediately crashed his lips onto yours, savouring you like he did the day before. Obviously, there were no traces of alcohol left on your lips, but there was just something about them that lured him in, licking and kissing them as if it was his first time. 

There was no way you could back off, especially when his lips tasted so good, causing you to whimper slightly throughout the kisses. Naturally, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted your head, wanting him to deepen the kiss. 

One thing led to another; you both then proceeded to the back room, where it was pitched black and quiet. Next thing you knew, Sangyeon pulled his pants down vigorously and made you bend on your knees, positioning your mouth right at his cock before placing his thumb right at your mouth, opening it before making you take in his whole length. 

You could tell that he was already hard as fuck, especially when his bulge was pretty much evident through his pants as you both were making out as you felt it hit against your thigh. But now you were finally tasting all the goodness; this was the monster cock that he inserted into your core last night, making you feel as if you were on cloud nine. 

You sucked on it for a while before you naturally decided to move upwards a bit and circle your tongue around his tip. That was when you heard Sangyeon’s groan, and you opened your eyes to see that he arched his back and his head tilted backwards, indicating that he was enjoying this whole situation that was going on. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re doing so good for me, princess.” 

“Am I…doing a great job?” You asked in between the kisses. 

“More than ever, baby. God, you’re taking my cock so well,” he groaned before he grabbed hold of your hair and decided to push you in deeper, to the point that his tip reached the back of your throat, making you whimper slightly. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep it coming,” he growled, pushing you at a faster pace now, his cock getting deeper down your throat. In return, you could only shut your eyes tight, keeping up the pace until you finally felt his body twitch.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum inside you, princess,” that was his final warning because seconds later, he released all of his liquid into your mouth, the excess dripping down from the corners of your mouth. Sangyeon made sure that you didn’t waste a drop, making you swallow them all in front of him.

“Tell me, how does it taste?” 

“I-It tastes so good…” 

As soon as he heard that, he quickly pulled you up and slammed you down on one of the tables nearby, quickly pulling down the cargo pants that you were wearing before he had a little moment of admiring your ass, his hands moving in circular motions around them. 

“You’re so pretty, princess. And this is all for me,” Sangyeon praised before he grabbed hold of your underwear, pulling them down before positioning his cock at your entrance and pushing it all the way in, earning a yelp from you in return. 

He didn’t even give you time to adjust this time, it was as if he had gone ballistic, and all he wanted to do was to fuck you deep and hard. 

“Did you miss my cock, baby?”

“Hhngh…v-very much, Sangyeon…”

“How does it feel for me to be in you again?” 

“It feels…so good…” you whispered as you tried to catch your breath in between each thrust. 

“Take it all, baby. Take all of my cock,” he picks up his pace, thrusting in you harder and harder each second. He was basically just tearing your walls apart at this point, and he just continued to push in deeper with each moan and whimper you let out. 

“S-Sangyeon…I’m not going to last…” you cried. 

“Then cum with me then, do it together with me, baby.”

Leaning down to grab hold of your neck as he diverted your direction towards him, he crashed his lips onto yours again, all while he was fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. The kisses continued, and you were certain he was out of his mind now, not letting you breathe properly through it all. 

Eventually, you screamed into the kiss as you both finally released both of your liquids together, now slowing down the pace as you both broke apart for a breath of fresh air. Throughout the heavy panting, Sangyeon was slowly massaging your breasts, resting his head with yours. 

“So, Y/N. What do you say about our proposal?” 

It was the first time you heard him say your name, and it definitely sounded so good coming out of his mouth. 

So many red flags went through your mind. You knew very well how this was all a bad idea. There’s no way you could accept a trade like this; it was absolutely insane and out of the question. He was just a one-night stand, and now, your teacher’s assistant. Whatever happened between you two should’ve just stopped right there and then. It was far too risky and dangerous to keep this going. 

Saying no is the only probable answer at this point. There was no way you were going to agree with all of this.

No, you couldn’t. 

Ever. 

“You know…you’re umm…actually pretty good…with all of this…” you stammered, mentally wanting to slap yourself for even blurting out all of that. 

That comment only made Sangyeon grin much wider than he already did before, causing him to pull you up as he kissed you deeper and continued fondling your breast roughly. 

“I knew you’d say yes, sweetheart.”

Oh, god. Whatever have you got yourself into? 

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Baby, I'm yours: - Chapter six: "Never forget I'm your man"

Summary: Spencer has been preparing a surprise for his cherie. The team gets a 5 am call that puts everybody on edge. 

Warning: Extreme fluff, smut (p in v), cursing, and that's it. 

Word count: 10.1K

A/N: Honestly, this was self-indulging to write, and I hope you all enjoy it.  Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome! 

Btw, if you want the whole trip to Hawaii story, you can read the one shot here

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(Y/N)'s point of view

After a few weeks, I must say living with Spencer felt like it wasn't anything new. And don't get me wrong, it's not that it wasn't exciting, 'cos it was! What I mean is that it felt right, like what I had always been supposed to do. Yes, sometimes it felt like we needed more room, but we didn't care. His apartment was perfect for the two of us. We would spend the weekends cuddled on the couch, reading or watching old movies. Or kissing. Sometimes all three. It was our own paradise, our little piece of heaven we didn't want to tell anyone from work about. Between those walls, there were no cases, no sorrows, and no pain. Just us, in love, enjoying our company.

Yet still, we could feel the emptiness and sorrow of Emily's loss, and we discovered that sharing time with JJ and Will helped us. Taking Henry out to the park, or just having brunch together on Sunday. We knew she missed her as much as we did, and she became a big support for us during that period.

Morgan was going through his grieving alone though. He was mad at the world for taking Emily, and I completely understood his struggle. Penelope was always there for him, and I was glad those two could count on each other. It felt somehow similar to what Spencer and I had, though they weren't a couple: no matter what, they were always there for each other.

Except for that minute, when Spencer was nowhere to be found. It was Thursday night, and after he finished work, he rushed out of the bullpen telling me he had to attend yet another seminar. He had three seminars and a congress in the last three weeks and thought he promised he would be back home for dinner, it was already nine, and Spencer Walter Reid was nowhere to be seen. I texted him, but he didn't even read the message.

I stared at the kitchen and sighed. The primavera stuffed chicken was ready. I was turning into a Pinterest housewife who loved trying new recipes at least twice a week, or when work allowed me to. Spencer often joked his vest was going to start getting too tight if I continued cooking like that. That wasn't going to stop me, by the way.

- "Pumpkin! I'm home!"- Spencer announced as soon as he opened the front door.

- "Hey honey bunny! How was the seminar?"

- "Boring!"- my boyfriend walked to me as I set the table, and wrapped his arms around me- "I just wanted to come home and be with you."

- "Really? But you just sat next to me the entire day at work"- I felt his lips assaulting my neck as he chuckled and soon reached my mouth, holding my face with both hands, trapping me. As if I planned to move away from him.

- "The work time is not enough. Besides, I couldn't even kiss you. That's unfair"- and so, Spencer kissed me even deeper, and with more passion. As if he hadn't actually seen me three hours earlier.

- "Ready for dinner?"- I whispered as I parted from him slowly. If we didn't stop that kiss there, we were never going to eat.

- "Starving."

- "Go wash your hands while I finish here."

- "Yes ma'am"- Spencer pecked my lips and smiled before walking to the bathroom. I stared at him for a second and sighed. I never thought I could be so happy.

- "Hello?"- I picked up the phone as I reheated the mashed potatoes.

- "Hey nugget! What's up!"

- "Paco! I haven't heard from you in over two weeks, what happened? Were you mad? Abducted? New girlfriend?"- I heard my friend laughing at the other side of the line as I opened the oven and took out the chicken.

- "Neither, just lots of work. But I have great news, we are playing this Saturday in the Black Cat at eight, and you and the doc are officially invited to join us."

- "Sounds good! I haven't seen you play live in what feels like ages!"

- "I know, Mikey said he doesn't even remember your face."

- "How is my baby?"

- "I saw him earlier at rehearsal. He is ok, still dating the girl you didn't like, so please be nice and ignore her Saturday if she shows up."

- "Damn! Can't she get sick or something?"- Frank giggled. I knew he didn't like Mikey's girlfriend either, but I would always be the cruel one. He used to say a was a very jealous friend, but I wasn't usually wrong when I didn't like one of their dates.

- "I dunno, cross your fingers she doesn't want to go. Why do you hate her by the way?"

- "She looks like a gold digger to me."

- "It's not like Mikey is loaded."- Paco chuckled at his words and I simply sighed as I checked on dinner.

- "Yeah, but he is making good money and she seems to be very high maintenance. The last time I talked to Mikey, he told me he had bought her a new iPhone."

- "And little shit made me pay for pizza earlier!"- I laughed and grabbed a few dishes.

- "Well, if we don't have to catch any psycho killer, I promise we'll be there, front row, clapping and cheering you, as always."

- "Thank you nugget. I knew I could count on you. And how's doc?"

- "Good, he just got home and we are about to have dinner."

- "Give him my regards. I will leave you to enjoy your evening with your man. Love you!"

- "Love you, Paco. See you soon!"

Lucky for Frank, that weekend we didn't have to leave town, and after Spending most of the morning in bed, reading, drinking coffee, and making love, Spencer finally let me out of the sheets and into the shower.

- "I thought we could have some dinner before going to see the band"- he said as he drove through town.

- "Sounds good, I'm starving. Where do you wanna go?"

- "I dunno... let's see what we can find."- my boyfriend gave me a mysterious grin and held my hand.

- "Where are you taking me, Spencer?"

- "You'll see."

After less than half an hour, he parked outside the 24/7 dinner I used to frequent a lot when I was at the academy, 'cos it kept me sugar-loaded and caffeine high.

- "Hey, I remember this place."- I said as soon as we walked in.

- "Do you, really?"- Spencer's lips curved in a tiny smirk as he stared at me.

- "Yes, we came here after that party in Garcia's when I first joined the team."

- "Yes, we did"- Spencer grinned and pointed to an empty booth- "And I will forever consider that night as our first date."

- "Really?"- I sat and looked at him, raising an eyebrow- "You were aware back then I was dating someone else, right honey?"

- "I do. But I also know you never loved Paul"- I blushed and nodded. Though I knew it was true, it was very different when Spencer pointed it out. And even weirder when he remarked it with a cocky smile on his lips.

- "Are you implying I already loved you back in those days?"

- "Did you?"

- "I don't remember..."- I teased and he chuckled.

- "Well, I already knew you were the most special woman I had ever met."

- "I had been on the team just for four weeks or so."

- "And?"

- "You are full of shit, Spencer!"- I chuckled and he laughed- "Are you trying to tell me you've always loved me?"

- "You know I have, from day one."- he held my hand and kissed it- "It's true. I'm not telling you this 'cause I think you need to hear it. I wanted you to know 'cos that's how we all feel."

- "Can I take your order?"- a waitress interrupted us and forced us to pay attention to the menu instead. Spencer asked for a cheese sandwich and I ordered a burger, plus two cupcakes and two cups of coffee. Yes, we were hungry, but in our defense, we had spent most of the day in bed, naked.

- "That day you told me something I never forgot."- I whisper and keep staring at my hands as we wait for our food.

- "I remember I told you you had been an incredible addition to the team, and that your linguistic knowledge was a great tool to crack cases."- he said and rested his hands on mine, making me see one more time, how tiny my hands were compared to his.

- "No, you thanked me for being nice to you, even though you were a barely tolerable person. And I remember thinking how could you say that if you were the only person in the whole FBI I wanted to hang out and be friends with since day one."

- "See? You did always love me."- Spencer smiled and I shook my head.

- "I also remember thinking you had the most beautiful smile ever, but I didn't tell you 'cos I didn't want to make you nervous."

- "You made me nervous anyway, chipmunk"- Spencer chuckled and added- "You told me you liked my random facts, so from that day on I've tried to give you at least one fact every day. And you always seemed sincerely interested in what I was saying. I never really had a chance, chipmunk, I know I've fallen in love with you every day since the first time we talked."

I stared into his eyes and bit my lips, thinking no one had ever said to me anything nearly as romantic and sincere as Spencer had said. He smiled and so did I, fighting the tears in my eyes.

- "You are very romantic tonight, honey bunny."

- "Yes, I am, ma cherie. Let's say tonight I am happy I have you with me, and I just want to make you happy."

- "If I had known that was your plan, I would have never left that bed."- my boyfriend chuckled and blushed, funny how he could be so bold at times, and still, be the shy man I had fallen in love with over five years before.

We ate our dinner remembering the first year we worked together. All the midnight cupcakes we shared all over the country when we were out of the city for a case, and neither of us could sleep. And for the first time ever since we were a couple, we analyzed our trip to Hawaii and how much we both suffered for being fools in love. We had a very nice evening, it was so amusing to finally share what was going on in each other's heads during the time, I was really enjoying my time.

Spencer's point of view

That night I was freaking out. Three weeks in the making were about to pay off, and I was terrified anything could go wrong. And the worst part was having to lie to (Y/N). I had to use all my profiler's tactics to keep her in the dark about what was going on. The escapades after work, pretending I had to attend a congress or seminars, sneaking to work on a secret project I had for her, everything was going to come out to the light that night, and I needed everything to be perfect.

- "Do you wanna know what was infuriating all the years we were just friends?"- (Y/N) asked and took a spoon of her brownie and ice cream.

- "Do tell, ma cherie."

- "The fact you were oblivious to all the girls flirting with you! And I was always so mad and jealous!"

- "No one ever flirted with me! Ever!"- I excused myself, shocked.

- "You made out with Lila Archer in a pool!"

- "Ok! That was the only time!"

- "You got that waitress's phone number 'cos you did that magic trick for her!"

- "I was working!"

- "Sure thing! How long did you keep the card with the kiss she sent you? It was on your desk, on display!"- I laughed and shook my head, denying any interest in that woman.

- "I forgot about it!"

- "Of course, Mr eidetic memory!"- I chuckled and watched her smiling at me, looking honestly happy.

- "I don't know why you are whining so much, during our trip to Hawaii I had to keep the guys away from you! If I remember clearly, I had to pretend I was your husband many times during those days"- (Y/N) blushed immediately and shook her head.

- "I only said that to that first guy 'cos I really wanted it to be our honeymoon"- I hear her confess after all those years- "I tried to get your attention the entire time, and you didn't even look at me."

- "Didn't look at you? I couldn't keep my eyes from you!"- my voice was so loud I nearly shrieked, as my ears and face turned blood red immediately- "I was so in love with you, and there you were, walking around almost naked! Every day you wore a smaller outfit than the previous, you were driving me insane!"

- "What?"- She widened her eyes, absolutely surprised by my confession. I couldn't believe she had never noticed.

- "I had to take cold showers at least twice a day!"

- "I was sure you hated being there with me!"

- "I hated not being able to touch you!"- I held her hand, chuckling as I let my fingers linger from hers to her arm, caressing her soft skin- "Maybe that is why now is so hard for me to keep my hands from you."- (Y/N) smiled and sighed, staring into my eyes. I tried to look confident and calm, though I was neither of those things that night.

- "I was so in love with you back then"- my girlfriend whispered- "So in love in fact, it hurt."

- "I felt exactly the same"- I kiss her fingers softly and smiled- "We were really fools in love, ma cherie."

- "Fools, blind, stubborn... you name it. I'm glad those days are over."

- "Me too."- I stared at her in silence, gathering the courage to say the following words- "Ready to go to the show?"- she smiled and nodded, and I quickly raised my arm to get the check. It was almost time. And I still wasn't sure how I was going to pull the strength to do what I had planned for the last few weeks.

The bar was crowded, which worked perfectly for the plan, but it made me feel sick in the stomach. There were a lot of people, and if things didn't go well, I was going to be embarrassed in front of them all. I looked around as we walked in, making sure everything was perfect.

- "Is it just me or does this place seems cleaner than usual?"- (Y/N) asked, staring at the hundred fairy lights around us.

- "Maybe there is new management"- I suggested, and she seemed to find my answer logical 'cos she just nodded, holding my hand tight to not lose me in the crowd. Again, there were so many people there that night! Why?

- "Wanna get a drink?"- I asked her, sort of yelling to make sure she heard me in the crowd and pointed at the bar. She just nodded with a smile and walked there with me.

We stood in front of the stage, each one of us holding a drink. I looked at the instruments and felt the air leaving my lungs. But I couldn't chicken out of it.

- "Did you see the sign that said "Absolutely no crowd surfing or stage diving"?"- (Y/N) asked, giggling- "I am pretty sure they put that after the last time the guys played here!"

I heard her laughing, but I keep staring around me, trying to convince myself this is going to go well.

- "Hey, I was thinking tomorrow we could have brunch with JJ and Will. I miss her."- she added suddenly- "Unless you have some other plans for us."- I shook my head, licking my lips, still looking around me.

- "Sounds good."

- "Are you ok, honey?"- (Y/N) asked and touched my arm- "You look pale."

- "Me? Really? No, I'm ok."

I smiled, making my best to look natural. But I bet she was right, I must be pale. When you're scared, blood flow increases to your vital organs as part of the fight or flight response, while the blood vessels constrict in other areas, like the surface of your skin. And when your skin gets less blood flow, your complexion turns pale. I thought I could explain to her what was going on, but that was a very bad idea. I couldn't tell her why I was so nervous.

- "Sure?"- she asked and looked at me, concerned.

- "Yeah, I'm perfect. Don't worry, chipmunk."

And just as I said those words, the band walked onto the stage, and everybody started clapping, (Y/N) included. She actually started shouting in support. Mikey looked at her right away and chuckled, waving before grabbing his bass.

- "Hi, I'm Frank. These are my friends."- Frank announced on the mic, and avoided looking at the crowd.

- "Go Paco!!"- and he turned and looked at my girlfriend, smiling.

It's hard to believe both Frank and Mikey still got nervous before a show, considering they did it at least three times a month. Well, and if they still got nervous before performing, what else could I expect from myself that night?

The first three songs passed way too fast. (Y/N) sang along and jumped the entire time. At least she was enjoying the show. I looked around and noticed everybody was there too. Penelope and Morgan were with JJ at the back of the place. Hotch and Rossi stood at the end of the bar. And Lu was on one side of the stage, taking pictures of the band. I jumped a little, just to make sure I still could move.

None of them knew what was gonna happen, and I wondered what Rossi had thought when he stepped into the bar. It was clearly not the type of places he frequented, the same as Hotch, JJ, Garcia, and Morgan. Honestly, the only person who took me to these bars was (Y/N), to enjoy local bands, which I actually liked a lot after all those years. The first couple of times she took me to bars with live rock shows I thought she was trying to prank me. Then I realized people were nice, and no one was gonna beat me, and I finally got to relax, and enjoy the shows.

- "What are we doing here, pretty boy?"- Morgan texted me and I chuckled.

- "Please don't tell me we've got a case"- (Y/N) asked as soon as she noticed I had my phone in my hand.

- "No, Morgan wanted to talk to me. I'm gonna give him a call outside, I'll be right back, ok? Wait right here!"- she nodded and continued watching the show. I walked to a side of the stage and made my way to the back without being seen by my girlfriend, who luckily was really into the show to notice me.

Mikey walked all over the stage as Frankie sang and played guitar. The fact he wasn't the best lead singer, but still everybody enjoyed watching him perform was encouraging. It almost gave me hope.

- "Ok kids, this is the last song!"- Frank announced on the mic and I started jumping on my spot. This was it, I was doing this, it was real.

- "And we are gonna do something kinda different for once. First, I wanna invite my dear friend Shawn to come to the stage with us and join us on the keyboards."- the crowd clapped and cheered, at least they were all being nice.

- "And also, we've got a very special guest tonight. He is my brother, one of my best friends, and the nicest guy I've ever met! Come here before I start sucking your dick, Doctor Spencer Reid!"

I don't know how I managed to move and walked up to the stage. The lights blinded me as soon as I stood in front of everybody, and Frank tapped on my back, helping me to move until I reached the mic, the one he quickly started adjusting to my height. I looked at the crowd and tried to find my girlfriend, who waved and stared at me in shock. I smiled at her and took a deep breath.

- "Hi, my name is Spencer Reid"- I said into the mic and my voice started shaking- "And tonight I wanna dedicate a song to the love of my life, my girlfriend (Y/N)."

I could see her face blushing as she kept looking at me in shock. I was shocked I was going that as well, so we definitely shared the feeling. Shawn started playing the keyboard, I looked at Frank and Mikey and the two of them smiled at me, so I just grabbed the mic and started singing.

Don't wish it away

Don't look at it like it's forever

Between you and me, I could honestly say

That things can only get better

I know I was way out of tune, my voice was shaking, as well as my knees, and I can't hold a note for the life of me. But I looked at my girlfriend, who was still shocked to see me on stage and noticed her big, beautiful smile. And that's all I needed to continue singing with all my heart.

And while I'm away

Dust out the demons inside

And it won't be long before you and me run

To the place in our hearts where we hide

Surprisingly, and despite how awful of a singer I am, the crow started cheering. I could see Hotch and Rossi clapping, along with Morgan from the bar, as Penelope kept recording everything. I chuckled as I heard them cheering and focused my entire attention on (Y/N)'s eyes. I was scared she would freak out and run out of the bar. And that wasn't even the most stressful part of my plan. What did I get into? I didn't care at that moment, because I knew she was totally worth any sacrifice.

(Y/N)'s point of view

What on earth was Spencer doing on that stage? Why was he doing that?! How the fuck did Frank and Mikey get on board with this?! I didn't know what to think or what to do. I just stood there, in front of my boyfriend, who kept singing with all his heart and was absolutely out of tune, one of my favorite songs ever.

And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Time on my hands could be time spent with you

Laughing like children, livin' like lovers

Rolling like thunder under the covers

And I guess that's why they call it the blues

He reached one of my hands at the end of the chorus and helped me walk onto the stage. He kissed my hand as I stood by his side and looked at the audience for a second. Everybody here is cheering. Did they know this was going to happen?!

Just stare into space

Picture my face in your hands

Live for each second without hesitation

And never forget I'm your man

I chuckled nervously as Spencer pronounced those words in front of our friends. He actually wrapped an arm around my waist and swung with me, dancing on our spot. I was glad Morgan didn't hear him saying that. Well, Frank and Mikey did and they were gonna tease him just as much as Derek would. If not more.

Wait on me, girl

Cry in the night if it helps

But more than ever, I simply love you

More than I love life itself

Spencer kept holding my hand and spun me a few times as he sang. He was nailing it, he was owning that stage. I knew he was scared, but he was committed to his performance. I couldn't help but giggle the entire time, I was so nervous everybody was staring at us, and cheering at Spencer. But at the same time, I was so moved he had prepared this in secret just for me, to show me how much he loves me. It was the most romantic thing on earth, and I didn't know how I was going to top that.

And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Time on my hands could be time spent with you

Laughing like children, livin' like lovers

Rolling like thunder under the covers

And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Spencer finished singing and the bar blew up. Everybody was cheering and he just looked at me laughing, neither of us really processing what was going on. He bowed and waved at the crowd, but instead of walking out of the stage, as I thought we would, he turned to me and started talking on the mic.

- "Chipmunk, I know I am not the best singer on earth by far, but you are always singing the most beautiful songs to me and that always melts my heart. So I thought I needed to reciprocate you in the most painfully romantic way possible."

I chuckled as he spoke and looked around. Frank and Mikey were with Lu standing at one side of the stage, and "Baby, I'm yours" by the Arctic Monkeys started playing at the back. The whole place was filled with fairy lights and the main lights were dimmed, so it looked pretty romantic for a rock bar.

- "You have made me the happiest man alive ever since the day I met you. Just getting to live my life next to you was enough for me to die happy. But now that I've got you, that you are mine the way I am yours, I just... can't"- Spencer's voice broke and I held his hand tighter.

- "I love you"- I said as tears started falling from my eyes. He smiled and nodded, kissing my hand.

- "I love you too, ma chèrie. And I know this might be too soon for some people, but you and I wasted too much time hiding our feelings from each other. That's why tonight I need to ask you the only thing that could make me complete."

I froze as I stared at Spencer searching for something in his pocket and coming down on one knee in front of me. The crowd gasped as I widened my eyes, not even able to breathe. It was happening. It was actually happening.

- "(Y/N) (Y/L/N) would you marry me?"

I covered my mouth with both hands as I stared at my sweet prince charming, offering an incredibly beautiful ring to me. I looked into his eyes and started giggling, absolutely nervous and giddy with excitement, at the time I nodded and he smiled.

- "Of course I'd marry you, honey!"- in a second, he jumped from the floor and wrapped his arms around me. The entire place started cheering as Spencer hugged me and kissed me.

- "Really?"- he asked, shaking and I nodded, kissing him again.

- "Yes, really. I love you so much!"

- "I love you more!"- we kissed again and Spencer placed the ring on my finger. I stared at it and laughed, still in shock at what had just happened.

- "Congratulations!"- Frank, Lu, and Mikey screamed at the same time as they hugged us.

- "I can't believe this is happening"- I said as I chuckled- "And how did you guys get into this?"

- "Come on, let's get off the stage and we'll tell you everything"- Frank said and started walking. But neither Spencer nor I could move, 'cos someone grabbed my arm and pulled me.

- "Munchkin!! Boy genius!! Oh my god!! You're getting married!!"

- "Penelope?! What are you doing here?!"- I was confused, and it didn't get better when I realized Rossi, Hotch, JJ, Will, and Morgan were there as well.

- "Reid told us we had to come today for a surprise. And now we are all in shock"- Rossi said and tapped Spence's cheek- "Congratulations, kid."

- "Thank you for coming"- my boyfriend said as everybody hugged us.

- "We have so much planning to do!"- and of course, Garcia was ecstatic.

- "Lover boy!!"- Derek teased Spencer- "I can't believe you are getting married!"

- "Guys! We have to clean the stage for the next band, come on!"- Frank announced and clapped his hands- "We can keep celebrating back home!"

- "What?"- I asked and widened my eyes, still in shock.

- "I organized a little get-together at our apartment for tonight"- Spencer confessed, blushing even more- "I hoped you'd say yes and I thought maybe we could have a glass of champagne at our apartment afterward."

- "What? What do you mean with our apartment boy wonder?"- Garcia asked in shock. I opened my mouth to explain, but her expression left me speechless.

- "We... actually started living together a few weeks ago"- Spencer confessed, blushing, maybe a little embarrassed. Sure, he was cool performing in front of a whole bar, but he was nervous to tell our friends we were in fact living together.

- "And you didn't tell us?!"

- "We wanted to keep it a secret for a while until things were more settled and..."- Spencer tried to explain and I nodded. And all I managed to say was:

- "Surprise!!"- and felt Spencer's arms around me again. I stared at him, tears filling my eyes as I held his hand tight and simply smiled.

- "I love you so much, honey bunny."

- "I love you more, ma cherie."

- "Come on! Knock it off!"- Mikey argued, but Lu laughed at him.

- "They are about to get way worse, so get used to it."

- "Shit, and we have to work with them"- Rossi added, making us laugh as we walked out of the bar.

While we were out of our apartment, Lu managed to get everything ready for us. Spencer had gotten drinks and food in advantage and hidden it all at Lu's. I was shocked. I honestly never saw any of that coming. As soon as I opened the front door I read the "Congratulations Reids" sign hanging on the wall and nearly started crying again. There were balloons and decorations, it was a party! And I was completely in the dark about everything.

- "Spencer Walter Reid, you lied to me"- I argued as I stared around us. The team and our friends were getting settled and I still couldn't believe I was engaged to my best friend.

- "Yes, for three weeks I kept lying to you every day"- he confessed with a massive grin- "I was a little worried your profiling skills were not working at all this entire time."

- "Hey! I trusted you! Now I know I can't!"

- "No, you can't stop trusting me now, how am I going to surprise you for our anniversaries to come?"- Spencer held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, and kissed my lips sweetly.

- "I am never going to get used to seeing you acting like a couple"- JJ said and shook her head. I hugged Spencer and hid my face against his chest.

- "You kinda get used to it after you bump into them sucking faces every day for a month"- Morgan said (more like complaining) but still kept a silly grin on his face.

- "Yes, Strauss even forced us to go through an entire PDA seminar because of those two"- Rossi added, chuckling.

- "That wasn't just our fault!"- I argued right away- "I don't call my coworker chocolate thunder."

- "No, but it's a known fact that your coworker tells you during his lunch break that he wants to read to you while you are naked in bed"- Penelope's words made me blush in less than a second, and what made it all worse was knowing Mikey and Frank heard her.

- "Read her naked? That's nothing, once I walked into them having phone sex"- Frank said right away and I nearly yelled.

- "We were not having phone sex!!"

- "Situation said otherwise"- my friend added nonchalantly and I smacked his arm right away.

- "I swear, if you keep telling that story, you are not going to the wedding"- I threatened Frank and he fakely gasped, pretending to be insulted.

- "Ok guys, enough."- Spencer chuckled - "How about we make a toast?"

Everyone grabbed a glass and champagne bottles appeared out of the blue. I held my glass and Spencer's hand as I watched him thank our friends.

- "Honestly, this wouldn't have been possible without Frank, Mikey, and Lu. Thank you so much, guys, for all your help. Frank, I know you struggled hearing me sing during rehearsals"- Paco chuckled right away and raised his glass.

- "I never heard anyone who sang worst than me, you really gave me hope, doc."

- "I'm glad I inspired you"- Spencer laughed and continued- "Thank you guys for helping me propose to my lovely lady, I will always be grateful for all your support and encouragement during the last couple of days."

- "It was a pleasure, doc"- Mikey said raising his glass- "We all knew this was going to happen eventually anyway."

- "Yeah, it was shocking, but none of us is actually in shock right now"- Garcia added as everybody nodded- "Except for the fact you never told us you were living together."

- "I'm glad to hear that, 'cos I was a little scared you were all going to say it's too soon"- Spencer confessed and looked at our friends.

- "Kid, after how long it took you to tell her how you felt, I am glad you proposed within two months"- Rossi's words made me chuckle. Spencer raised his glass and simply said.

- "Thank you for sharing this amazing moment with us."

- "Cheers"-everybody replied and sipped their drinks.

- "Also, I hope you know this is not your engagement party. I am throwing you one in a few weeks in my mansion"- David announced and everyone cheered.

- "Thank you, papa pasta"- I reached out and held his hand for a moment, he squeezed it and cut me a big grin- "And thank you all for coming. I am sure you were all shocked when you heard the band."

- "The band was great, but when boy wonder stepped on the stage I was like "Wow! I never saw this coming in a million years'"- Penelope said- "And then he proposed and it all made sense! I kinda suspected this could happen tonight, but I refused to have hopes. After all the years you made us wait to get together, I really thought this was gonna take another five years in the making."

Spencer's point of view

I stared at (Y/N) standing on the other side of the room, piling dishes and glasses in the sink. Everybody was gone after sharing a happy moment with us. Finally. Don't get me wrong, I love our friends, but that night I realized that the ring on (Y/N)'s finger might be the biggest turn-on I had ever had.

I stood by the kitchen door and stared at her in silence. She looked gorgeous even doing daily chores. I still couldn't believe she wanted to marry me and spend the rest of her life with me. I was just a man and she was a goddess, how could she long for a lifetime with me? It made no sense. I had never been so lucky before. I had never been lucky at all, in fact. So if that goddess had fallen in love with me, the only thing left to do was to worship her as she deserved. And that I knew I could do until the day I died.

- "What is my lovely ​fiancée doing?"- I asked as I walked to her and wrapped my arms around her middle, standing right behind her.

- "Cleaning a little, so we don't have a messy kitchen in the morning"- she replied and rested her head against my chest- "I loved the way you just called me ​fiancée, by the way."

- "Did you know back in the mid-19th century, English borrowed that word from variants of the French verb fiancer, which means "to betroth"?

- "I love it when you talk facts, my sweet fiancé. Tell me more"- she whispered as she turned and faced me with a big grin.

- "The masculine form of the word is fiancé, with just an e at the end; while the feminine form is fiancée, with a double e, though the pronunciation of both is identical."- she smiled and kissed me, playing with her sweet lips against mine and running her tongue between them for a very brief instant. Way too brief for my liking.

- "Who would have imagined?"- she replied and smiled.

- "I'm guessing you, 'cos I just remembered you are a master in linguistics"- (Y/N) chuckled and nodded.

- "It's ok, it sounds cooler when you say it."

- "That's not ok. Let me make it up for that lousy fact, ma cherie."

- "How are you planning to do that, honey bunny?"- I just smiled and scooped her in my arms to start walking to our room- "What are you doing?"

- "Showing you how much I love being your fiancé, with just one e"- she laughed as I laid her on the bed and hovered over her, kissing her immediately. My hands cupped her face as I held her in place, positioning my body right upon hers. Her fingers played with my hair, and I moaned against her lips at the sensation. I loved it when she did that. I could live in that kiss and die happy any second.

- "You have been extremely romantic today, honey"- she whispered and giggled- "Maybe I should reward you."

- "No chipmunk. Tonight you are mine."

- "I'm yours"- she whispered and smiled as if the sentence had just hit her- "I've always been yours and now I'm gonna be yours until the end of time."

Her words melted my heart and I had to fight the tears, because of all the sweet things she had said to me over the years, those words were the prettiest and most meaningful. I caressed her cheeks and kissed her again, tasting her in my mouth. The warmth of her body underneath me was captivating, and it felt like a magnet, keeping me in place, unable to move.

- "I wanna feel you in me"- she whispered against my lips- "Please."

To hear her begging made my cock get even harder underneath my clothes. And that was a problem: there was too much clothing on us at the moment.

My hands quickly, but carefully peeled off her clothes from her body, as she tried to do the same with me, getting rid of my sweater and shirt in no time. She was now naked underneath me and I stood for a second to get out of my pants and boxers, as I stared at her in adoration.

- "Did you know that ring makes you look very sexy?"- I confessed as she blushed more, if possible.

- "No, I had no idea."

- "Yes, I can't imagine what your wedding ring will make you look like. I'm gonna have trouble keeping my hands off you after we get married"- (Y/N) laughed and I finally got rid of all my clothes and quickly returned to my place, between her legs. I kissed her with hunger as my hands moved up and down her body, as my hard cock rubbed against her clit.

- "Why would you try to keep your hands off me? I'm gonna be your wife, you'll have to fuck me hard every day. That'll be your duty"- she murmured between kisses, and I groaned at the thought of her being my wife- "And you wanna fulfill your conjugal chores, don't you?"

- "Yes"- I managed to give her a breathy answer as I focused on leaving sloppy kisses on her neck, as one of my hands pinched her nipple, toying with it between my fingers. I felt one of her hands moving slowly to my dick, and she slowly guided it to her entrance.

- "Eager, aren't we?"- I whispered and she giggled.

- "You have no idea how much I want you right now, daddy"

- "Tell me"- I begged right away, as her fingers played with my dick, stroking it and teasing me.

- "I want you so much I nearly dragged you to the bathroom earlier when the guys were still here. I've been wet since we were at the diner, and I just wanted to come back home and feel you filling every inch of me. I need you to feel your cum dripping from me."

- "Fuck"- I mumbled and focused on her breast again, licking them as she kept stroking me. Until this time, I begged her- "Please, let me fuck you. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock."- but she didn't reply. Instead, she guided me right to her entrance and my dick moved in slowly.

- "Oh god"- she mumbled against my shoulder- "You feel so good, Spencer. Please, fuck me."

And she didn't need to ask me twice. I slowly started moving inside her, as my lips focused on her neck, exposed to my will.

- "Is this what you were longing for, ma cherie?"- I asked her and she nodded, biting her lips, as soft moans erupted from her. That was music to my ears. I moved faster, feeling her nails scratching my back. I held her close to me the entire time as if she might disappear from one minute to the other. Which, I had always been afraid of.

- "I love you so much"- I heard her whispering- "Yes, daddy, just like that"

- "Oh, ma cherie, you are so tight and so warm, I really could just live inside you."

- "I won't object"- she answered and giggled- "I just wanna be yours"

- "And I, yours"- I rested my forehead on hers and stared at her beauty for a minute, trying to soak it all in.

- "Please, marry me"- I literally pleaded and she smiled.

- "You already asked and I already said yes, honey"- I nodded and sped up my peace, feeling her wrapped around my cock, all warm and wet, just like heaven.

- "And can we have a lot of babies?"- the question slipped my lips without me actually thinking of it, and when I heard it, I realized I had fucked it up. That wasn't the moment, I knew it, but I couldn't help it.

- "All the babies you want"- she gasped and looked at me. I smiled and so did she. Our lips were inches apart, and her moans kept encouraging me to fuck her a little harder, a little faster.

- "That's a dangerous answer, ma cherie."- I whispered and bit her lower lips, earring a soft whimper from her.

- "I'll take my chances."- she smiled and kissed me. I moved one of my hands between her legs and slowly started rubbing her clit, feeling her tremble underneath me.

- "Please don't stop, honey."

- "As you wish"

I could feel her walls pulsating around me as her moans became louder. She hid her face on the crock of my neck and bit me as her climax approached faster. I could feel my own release getting closer as well.

- "Please Spencer"- she whimpered.

- "What do you need, ma cherie?"

- "Make me cum, I wanna cum with you and feel you spilling inside me"

- "Fuck!"-

I rested my forehead against her and kissed her slowly. My hips kept crashing against her body as waves of pleasure rocked us. I kept up with my pace and felt her rise her hips a little, helping me reach that exact point inside her that made her come undone.

Her body twisted in pleasure as my fingers kept playing with her clit and I watched her cum underneath me as an opera. I could watch her unravel in pleasure forever.

- "I love you"- she whispered, panting, and kissed my lips before I let myself go into the pleasure and came inside her with a loud groan. She wrapped her arms around me as tight as possible while I came, and kissed my neck, marking me.

- "I love you too"- I managed to say a few minutes later, feeling the sweat on my forehead and her fingers playing with my hair again.

- "Sir, you are too good to me"- she whispered and smiled- "You make me so happy sometimes I feel it's not fair."- I chuckled and kissed the top of her nose, as I stayed still inside of her for a few more minutes, enjoying her warmth.

- "I know exactly how you feel, chipmunk."

(Y/N) was asleep next to me later that night, but I wasn't able to close my eyes. Her head rested on my chest as my arms still held her close to my body. I sighed and tried to chase away every sad and depressing thought from my head. I was too happy to be real, and that scared me. I had never been that happy and a voice inside me kept reminding me I didn't really deserve it.

- "Please, never leave me"- I whispered and kissed the top of her head.

(Y/N)'s point of view

The news of our engagement made mom and dad very happy. They were so excited they actually planned a family dinner with my brother (who was now single again) and no one fought. No one. It was magic. I had never seen mom so excited before in my life. She hugged Spencer over ten times during the night. And each time I reminded her he didn't like touching, but he dismissed my words with a smile and a simple shake of his head.

- "It's ok, chipmunk. I like feeling welcome."

- "Oh god! You are so welcome in this family, Spencer!"- and so, mom hugged him again, making dad laugh.

- "I had never seen her so happy before."- I pointed out as I poured more wine.

- "That's 'cos she was sure you were never going to get married"- Phoenix explained and lifted his glass to me, waiting to serve him some more as well- "Because of your work, not because you couldn't"- he added with a smile.

- "Sure..."

Diana was excited as well. Spencer sent her a letter telling her how the proposal went, and I added a polaroid picture of us from that night's celebration. When Spencer told me it was his mother who gave him the ring, I wrote her a whole letter myself, in gratitude not only for the gesture but also for her support. She replied in a few days, with a lovely letter calling me officially her daughter, and notifying me she would call me only that so from now on. Her letter also included a quote from Plato, which seemed so fitting for the moment it watered up my eyes when I read it: "Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."

I was in heaven.

Until we got a five am call to go to the BAU on a Wednesday morning. That wasn't normal. And there was not enough coffee in the entire FBI to keep me awake that morning. I sat at the table in the meeting room and looked around at my friend's sleepy faces. Derek was serious, staring at his notebook, Rossi and Seaver were talking about something, and Spencer was playing with my hand on the table. García walked in, looking scared, and stared at us, counting.

- "Where's Hotch?"

- "Any minute."- Rossi replied, not taking his eyes from his iPad screen

- "I didn't get a file sent to me. Did a case go directly to him?"- she asked as she sat down at the other side of the table.

- "Don't know."

- "When's the last time he called a meeting this early?"- Seaver asked and I was scared of that answer, 'cos it was the thought I had ever since the phone rang and I didn't even want to bring it up to not scare Spencer. Though it was obvious he knew it too.

- "Three years, eight months ago."- he answered and I squeezed his hand.

- "And what happened?"- Seaver seemed confused.

- "Gideon left."- I whispered and Spencer nodded. That freaked García right away.

- "Who's leaving?!"

- "Nobody's leaving, babygirl"- Derek sentenced right away, but he looked at us and I could read the nervousness on his face. He wasn't sure of what was happening, none of us were. And after Emily's death, I was afraid to lose another teammate. And sometimes I felt my life with Spencer was so perfect, something very bad was bound to happen.

- "I appreciate everyone coming in early."- Hotch said suddenly, walking in a hurry.

- "What's going on?"- Rossi questioned right away and my heart skipped a beat in fear of very bad news.

- "The Director called a meeting last night to discuss budgets."

- "They skipped over Strauss?"- Rossi seemed shocked.

- "She's away."- Aaron dismissed the question and continued- "The Bureau is facing a lot of changes and this unit is no exception. Over the next few weeks, each of you is going to be asked if you'd like to stay with the unit.

- "What?"- the question just left my lips and never went through my brain.

- "Why wouldn't we?"- Spencer asked, confused and I immediately held his hand again, going against all the PDA rules.

- "There are other options for you out there. And while I want the unit to stay together, I understand completely if you want to see what the alternatives are."

Hotch looked at us with something that could be described as crestfallen, but he kept trying to hide it behind his hardest face. I looked at Spencer and he turned to me. Neither of us liked the idea of leaving the BAU, and less the thought of losing another teammate. This was really bad timing.

- "Morgan, there's renewed interest in you from the New York office."- Hotch added and we all turned to Derek right away.

- "Nobody's called me."

- "They will."

- "That doesn't mean I'm gonna go."

- "Oh, I know."

- "Are you staying here?"- Seaver asked and I focused all my attention on reading Hotch's face as the thought his answer and finally said:

- "It's my intention."- it was clear it wasn't his decision to make. Someone wanted to shake our team. But why?- "All I ask is if you are contacted by another division that you let me know."

Hotch's speech was cut by his cell phone. I was still shocked and scared as I heard him saying to whoever had called that we were going to be there in 20 minutes. None of us moved our eyes from him during the time that phone call lasted.

- "Virginia State police believe they've uncovered a serial killer. They need us at Zacha Road and Route 7 as soon as possible. Morgan, you and Dave get out there."

- "What about this?"- I asked him and Penelope nodded.

- "Yes, we need to talk about this, Hotch."

- "We can talk about it later."- he simply replied and stood up. I looked at my teammates, all of us still trying to process what had just happened. But there was no time, we had to catch a serial killer. Again.

- "Relax, you know I'm not going anywhere"- I said to my boyfriend as soon as I reached his desk.

- "I know. Me neither."- he assured me and we both nodded as if we had just made a silent vow- "Well, I guess this is gonna be a long day."

- "I'll make a nice dinner to compensate."- my words made him smile and his eyes shone with happiness. We had each other, and that was all that mattered at that moment.

Spencer's point of view

(Y/N) made coffee and we started working on the geographic profile of the case with Ashley. Hotch locked himself in his office and none of us mentioned what had happened during the morning. Instead, we just worked. So far, all we knew was that a potential serial killer was killing and moving victims between states.

- "The only reason we have this case is because of an accident."- I mumbled, staring at the map.

- "You know the odds of that?"- Ashley asked and I heard my girlfriend chuckling.

- "Is that rhetorical? 'Cos you know he does"- Ashley smiled at (Y/N)'s comment as I just continued staring at the map on the board.

- "You think the unsub is working alone?"- Ashley asked us, but instead, (Y/N) asked her.

- "What do you think?"

- "Unlikely. It's high-risk to move one body out of state, but two?"- Seaver answered, and my girlfriend nodded.

- "Let's check the facts. Paige was abducted months after having Jake in captivity, and he traveled with both, which means he's criminally sophisticated."- (Y/N) pointed out as I nodded

- "Yes, it seems more like an organized operation as opposed to an individual offender."- I added, as she continued speaking.

- "Then he's probably done this before."

- "You think there are more victims out there?"- Ashley asked and I shook my head.

- "Impossible to say until we figure out how those two were targeted."

García walked in and held (Y/N)'s arm. She seemed excited or nervous. Probably both.

- "She is here!"

- "Who?"- (Y/N) wide opened her eyes and looked outside to the bullpen.

- "SSA Andi Swan! She's the head of the Domestic Trafficking Task Force and I love her work, she is a genius!"

- "Why is she here? Do you think Hotch is interviewing her as Emily's replacement?"- (Y/N)'s words froze me. I never thought of anyone replacing Emily, and getting a new teammate didn't feel right just yet.

- "Apparently she is collaborating with the case. Anyway, I have to run open cases for the last two years without any parameters to narrow it down, so I'll leave you, kids, for a while"- Garcia waved and walked out of the conference room.

- "Considering they are traveling with their victims, we need agent Swan's help"- I sipped my coffee and (Y/N) turned to me, nodding.

- "Yeah, and we need all the help we can get to finish this case quickly."

- "How are the wedding plans by the way?"- Seaver asked out of the blue. The fact she was the only one on the team I didn't invite to the proposal wasn't really a shock to anyone, 'cos they all knew she and (Y/N) had a very rocky relationship until Prentiss' death, and I didn't want to push it. She congratulated us as soon as she heard the news, though. And so far, she has acted very nice about it.

- "Slow"- (Y/N) sighed, staring at a bunch of papers- "We have been trying to find a place for the reception, but we haven't had much time to visit any because we have been way too busy with cases."

- "Rossi said you could use his mansion"- Ashley suggested- "That's a nice venue"

- "Yeah, we know, but we don't want to take advantage of his generosity."- I say and smile- "Besides, we still got time"

- "Yeah, we are not in a hurry."- (Y/N) added the second Hotch walked in with agent Swan, and they started filling us in with everything the Domestic Traffic task force knew about the case.

The wedding plans had been stressful, but fun. It was something I never pictured myself doing, but it was fulfilling in a way. (Y/N) and I were working on our budget and our guesses list. I was glad we didn't know many people. She asked if I wanted to invite my dad, but I didn't want to, it didn't feel right. We still hadn't set a date, but we weren't in a rush. We just wanted everything to be perfect.

- "Here are the missing coeds since 2009."- García's voice took me from my thoughts as she walked into the office and left a considerable pile of files on the table.

- "Wow."- Seaver's reaction was funny, both (Y/N) and I smiled as we saw her shocked face.

- "Thank you sweety"- my girlfriend thanked our friend- "Let's look at the last-known locations on these files. Maybe there's an overlap, so we can start narrowing this down"

- "They're from all over the place."- Penelope whispered the bad news and (Y/N) frowned.

- "Fuck, ok so then let's think. These guys hunt in target-rich environments, right? Let's start looking for clubs, malls, that kind of thing."- (Y/N) turned to Seaver and the two of them started going through the files at once.

- "What are Morgan and Rossi finding?"- I asked García

- "Uh, a lot of mud on the car and the victims."

- "Mud? Did it rain here?"- I frowned confused. That didn't make much sense.

- "No, not here. South. Morgan has a theory that based on the gas mileage, they must have filled up within 70 miles of the accident."- García explained as I nodded

- "Gotcha. How many gas stations do you find?"

- "Forty-two".

- "How'd you narrow that down?"- I asked and she stared at me perplex

- "I didn't."

- "Why not?"

- "I didn't have any more parameters."

- "Never stopped you before."- she looked at me and sighed, turning around and heading back to her office, shouting "I'll be right back!" on her way out. I looked at (Y/N) and she sighed.

- "You are doing the dishes tonight"

- "What? Why?"

- "Thanks, Reid."- Seaver added and I just stared at them, confused.

But I didn't have to do the dishes, 'cos we weren't home for dinner. We were stuck with the case and with an SSA missing, probably taken by the group. Meanwhile, we were all still thinking about that morning's meeting and the future of our team. Was this our last case together? Who was going to leave? I just wanted to solve the case as fast as possible.

As the team left to catch the unsubs, (Y/N) and I were left in the BAU with García in her office, following the whole mission.

- "I schedule two visits for this weekend if we are in town"- (Y/N) announced suddenly- "The Art Club of Washington and The Red Fox inn Tavern."

- "Jesus! That place is amazing!"- Penelope nearly jumped from her chair as she heard (Y/N)'s words- "How into the planning are you?"

- "Not really too advanced"- my fiancée sighed- "We've got time to settle on the guest list and a budget. That's it."

- "Honey, that's more than you had two months ago."- I smiled at Pen's words and wrap an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders as she kept staring at her hands on her lap.

- "Are you ok?"- I whispered and she took a few seconds to answer. And when she did, she cuts me a short smile and nods.

- "I really hated Hotch's talk this morning"- she mumbles- "I don't want anything to change. I can't deal with change again."

- "Nothing will change between us, I can promise you that."- I replied and kissed her temple. She sighed and nodded, trying to smile at me. Somehow, I felt as if I was lying to her. I didn't want anything to change, but I couldn't promise that either.

And I had no idea that in less than four months, everything I knew would fall to pieces. 

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THE MATT CASEY EDITION

A/N: @deanstead 's genius mind and fantastic Matt fics plus her anons have got me deep in the Matt rabbit hole, much love & kudos to them all… so here is my first ever Matt fic!

A - Amusement Park / Arcade

An arcade date definitely happens when you’re dating Matt. The two of you walk along Navy Pier one evening, it’s a lovely summer night and both so in love - you play shooter games, racing simulators, throwing games and more, with Matt winning you so many cuddly bears & animals.

B - Biking / Brunch

Brunch usually happens as a date for you and Matt to catch up after a long shift. You’ll meet each other there and get a booth, cuddling up and chatting away over some nice coffee or fruit juice, pancakes and fruit. The two of usually playfully steal bites of the others order.

C - Candlelit dinner / Cabin getaway

Matt will ask Kelly for use of his cabin once in a while, usually for the day during a holiday. The two of you unplug (not entirely due to careers) and enjoy being around nature.

D - Dinner Cruise / Drive-in Movie

The dinner cruise date is usually reserved for anniversaries and it’s something that you and Matt always look forward to and enjoy the nice meal on the water.

E - Eiffel Tower / Escape Room

Matt loves spoiling you and one time took you to Paris, France for a vacation holiday and one of your dates there was up the Eiffel Tower. He is a big romantic gesture guy and where else than the City of Love?

F - Football Game / Fireworks

The 4th of July celebrations are a date where you and Matt cuddle on a picnic blanket if he’s luckily not working, and watch the Chicago sky light up but if Matt is on shift then he’ll have you come to 51 and watch them there with you.

G - Gala / Glamping

A gala date happens more when Matt is an alderman but it happens once in a while for a charity or the firehouse. He looks extremely dashing in his dress uniform and you look lovely in your gown.

H - Hockey Match / Harvest Festival

Matt surprises you one autumnal Saturday with a date to a harvest festival. The two of you just enjoy the day, drinking cider, eating pumpkin pie and kissing in corn mazes together.

I - Interior Design Expo / Italian Restaurant

Somehow you and Matt ended up an interior design expo one weekend through his construction job and make it a date. Matt is in his element and thinks of ideas for his renovations etc. while you love the art and design side of things but the two love the merging of your interests.

J - Jacuzzi / Jogging

Matt Casey in jacuzzi is something we all need and it’s something you set up one date night staycation, bringing him to the warm jacuzzi to relax and enjoy which he does and does some more with you in your bikini.

K - Kayaking/Kickboxing

With you and Matt working shifts, one way you have dates is at the gym and you get him into trying out a kickboxing class with you and you both enjoy it.

L - Lakeside getaway / Live Music

A grateful survivor gifted Matt some tickets to a rock concert and of course he took you. Much like the Rush concert, the two of you got front row seats, met the band and got a backstage tour too.

M - Museum / Masquerade

You and Matt like to just spend quiet time with each other and Chicago is a wealth of museums that the two of you wander around hand in hand just enjoying the history around you both.

N - Nightclub / Nine Pin Bowling

Matt and you are very competitive and whenever there is a bowling tournament or game held in the firehouse then the two of you are revving each other up and riling up each other too.

O - Observatory / Orchestra Concert

The orchestra date happens when Matt is an alderman and the two of you are attending a benefit concert for the children’s hospital. It ends up being a soothing experience and the two of you enjoy the new date.

P - Picnic / Photoshoot

Matt and you will have picnic dates during the summer or spring, stretched out on the blanket enjoying each other’s company and laughing as you feed each other grapes or cuddling against a tree in the public park.

Q - Quiz Night / Quiet Time

One night Mollys holds a quiz night and of course you and Matt team up together to compete. He’s a smart guy - intellectually, emotionally & street, and so are you - so it’s no wonder that the two of you walk away with the top prize.

R -Resort Weekend / Road Trip

The road trip date happens when you and Matt go away for a long weekend or public holiday. You’ll pack the car up to go camping and roll the windows down, laughing and singing along to the radio.

S - Spa Day / Swimming

You’re big on keeping up your swimming abilities and the healing power of the water, so once or twice you have dragged Matt to your favourite pool or beach and just swim around. You do end up making out a few times but Matt tries to keep it PG-13 in public.

T - Tiki Bar / Tango Lessons

The tiki bar dates that you and Matt have, usually result in massive hangovers the next day but you both have a ton of fun and Matt is cute in his Hawaiian shirt and you’re cute with your luau on.

U - Upscale Dining / Unplugged Date

Matt enjoys just switching off and getting away from electronics. Sometimes the two of you will read together, just snuggle or sometimes cook

V - Valentines Day / Volunteer

Matt always makes sure he is the one organising your Valentines Day dates together and he always goes all out. Dinner cruises, fancy restaurants etc. these dates are very special to you and Matt.

W - Woodworking / Weekend

As Matt has his construction job, one way you end up sort of helping or doing something linked to his hobbies and skills is via woodworking, and he loves seeing how excited you get after creating something out of the wood.

X - eXcursions / eXpensive

Now an excursion date between Matt and you varies from date to date. It can be sailing and fishing, food tours, aquariums etc. they’re never the same and never boring.

Y - Yacht Cruise / Yoga

You love yoga and whenever you see that Matt is getting stressed out or worked up with his duties, you drag him to the yoga studio and get him into the different positions and he jokes that you want him more flexible for more mature reasons.

Z - Zoo / Zip Lining

You love animals and so does Matt, so the Lincoln Park Zoo is sometimes a date idea. Sometimes it’s a date shared between you both as you take the younger Herrmann kids out for the day or Boden’s son but either way, you and Matt just enjoy any time spent together.

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I wish food wasn't so normalized in this society.

Like oh were meeting up with friends lets do dinner or brunch or smth

Oh its your birthday lets do dinner!

Congratulations on xyz we made lunch reservations!

Like why can't we normalize events not revolving around food, lets go see a show, or a movie, or go to an amusement park, or go to a trampoline park or SOMETHING THAT ISNT EATING P L E A S E

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p&w: you, me and the avengers make three

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1824

Summary: pranks are all fun and games until someone gets hurt... and your hit list has quite a few names to cross.

(alternative title: all is fair in love and war)

A/N: I've finally got to it! Hope to write a few more short extras before finally commencing the sequel of poison & wine.

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You didn’t put two and two together until it became blatantly obvious that your friends had initiated a prank war that revolved around you. 

It started slowly and so casually that you chalked it off as your friends just really missing you. The first few days back to the compound, specifically the mornings, were taken up by Nat and Wanda who insisted on daily brunches or long coffee runs to catch up on all the gossip surrounding your trip to Asgard and your sudden relationship with Loki. 

The remainder of the day was for the boys as Steve and Bucky took up a lot of your time reminiscing on the old days and hoping to outdrink you when they noticed you could keep up with them. 

With this schedule thrust upon you, your nights were the only moments you had to spend with Loki and even then you both were quick to fall asleep, missing a chance to actually spend time together.

It wasn’t until you slept in one day enjoying Loki’s company for once that the pieces finally came together. 

Nat and Wanda were quick to ambush you into going out for lunch and when you explained that you would like to spend a day with your boyfriend did they double down. If that wasn’t hint enough, you were quickly surrounded by Steve and Bucky who insisted on taking you out on a trip to DC to visit the local museums. 

“What is going on?” you questioned them but the moment those words came out of your mouth did they quickly make themselves scarce. 

The final nail on the coffin was when you returned to Loki only to find him fending off his own brother.

“No, Thor,” he exclaimed. “I do not want to spar with you nor do I wish to venture out on the filthy streets of New York to visit Central Park. There is no amount of groveling that will convince me. I’m quite tired of these adventures you keep trying to convince me of so make haste and leave my sight before you find a dagger pierced to your side.”

Thor throws his hands in surrender as he backs out of Loki’s room. You’re quick to stop his exit though much to Loki’s discontent. 

“Actually Thor, stay,” you tell him, narrowing your eyes at the god. “I have some questions that are in need of answers.” 

You watch Thor visibly swallow as you direct him to the couch. 

“What’s going on?” 

“Nothing,” Thor answers too quickly. “I just wish to spend time with my brother, that’s all.”

“Right,” you whisper. You take a moment to gather your thoughts and let the silence in the room grow. Thor glances at the door and Loki starts to catch on. 

“Darling, what is this about?” 

“Nothing,” you wave him off as you settle on a course of action. “Old age must be getting to me because I just had some silly thoughts, that’s all.” 

You turn to Thor and smile. 

“You’re free to leave, Thor. Sorry to keep you.” 

Thor’s relief is instant as he jumps up from the couch and heads for the doors. The moment his hand reaches for the handle is when you decide to strike. 

“Oh and Thor?” you call out. “Tell Nat and the rest of them better luck next time because revenge is coming and it’s coming for each and every one of you.” 

Thor is quick to retract his hand and turns back to face you with complete and utter fear. Loki is amused at the sight but surprised to see you rendering his brother in such a state. 

“My love, an explanation please?” Loki speaks as he wraps his arms around your waist.   

“It seems like my friends and your brother have been scheming behind our backs,” you explain. “But I might be inclined to offer mercy if an apology is made.” 

“Apologies, my lady,” Thor quickly exhales, dropping down to one knee and crossing his arm across his chest. “My deepest and most sincere apologies.” 

“Apology accepted, Thor,” you laugh out. “You may rise.” 

“As much as I enjoy your groveling, brother,” Loki states with a grin. “What scares you so much about my darling little pet? I’ve never seen you so regretful after pulling pranks on me.”

“Well, I know what to expect of you, Loki,” Thor answers. “Daggers and magic and humiliation in front of many, many people but as for your better half…” 

Thor trails off unsure of how to explain it. 

“He simply doesn’t know what to expect,” you answer. “Perhaps I’ll leave all of you on edge never knowing when I’ll enact my revenge and when enough time has passed and all has been forgotten, in a moment of pure peace and serenity, I’ll strike everyone with the things they fear the most and likely cause such life-altering trauma that they potentially never heal from.” 

Thor looks at you in pure horror. 

“Or maybe I’ll place laxatives in your food,” you add with a wave of your hand. “It’s really hard to decide which one to do.” 

Thor can’t help the shiver of fear that runs down his body.

“I spoke too soon. You might be the better half in this scenario, brother,” Thor whispers. “You two are really made for each other.”

Loki can’t help but laugh at his brother’s expense as he presses a kiss on the curve of your neck before letting go of your waist.

“Though she be but little, she is fierce,” Loki comments. “It’s nice not to be on the receiving end of your wrath, darling.” 

You plop down on your couch as you try to plan every detail of your upcoming vengeance. The growing silence is evident and Loki takes notice of the glint of fire in your eyes. 

“What exactly are you planning?”

“It’s war, Loki,” you answer. “All is fair in love and war.”

The cork flies perfectly across the kitchen and you are quick to carry the overflowing champagne bottle to the sink. Nat and Wanda can’t help but laugh as you scramble for the pitcher of orange juice and top it off. 

“We really are sorry,” Wanda apologizes. “It really was a harmless prank.” 

“I’m not really sorry,” Nat remarks. “You come back from this mysterious trip in Asgard, disappear, and when you do eventually make your way back to us, you come back with a boyfriend and it’s Loki of all people.” 

“Careful Nat,” you smirk as you fill their champagne flutes. “You sound bitter.” 

She rolls her eyes, “I enjoy my independence thank you very much.” 

“I know I’ve kept certain things a mystery and that will remain that way for some time, but I am sorry for most things that you said Natasha, but not all.”

“Apology accepted,” Wanda answers. 

“Close enough,” Nat shrugs. “Apology accepted.” 

“Good, now please eat up,” you tell them as you motion to the plates in front of them. “I went through the greatest trouble of making breakfast.”  

You hide your smirk as you drink your mimosa watching as they both take bites from their breakfast burrito. There’s a distinct crunch which captures them by surprise. They chew through it and eventually swallow. 

“This is really good,” Wanda answers with a tight smile noticing now the smirk on your face. “What-uh-exactly is in it?” 

“Egg, chorizo, avocado, some cheese...”

“But there’s a crunch,” Wanda states. “What’s the crunch?” 

“Oh, that might be something I thought we should try out,” you explain as you turn towards one of the pan on the stove. “I had it when I was traveling in Thailand and it is so environmentally friendly.” 

“You didn’t,” Natasha exclaims, spitting out the second bite she just took. 

“See for yourself,” you say as you lift the lid revealing the crispy scorpions and spiders. 

Wanda is quick to scream and gag while Natasha’s face goes stone cold. They’re quick to abandon their plates as they run towards the nearest bathroom. 

You refill your glass of mimosa as Loki comes strolling into the kitchen. 

“Well everything seems to have gone as planned.” 

“Oh yes,” you answer as you pick up one of the discarded breakfast burritos and take a bite of your own. “If only they knew, I filled these with tortilla chips and not insects.” 

Loki laughs and presses a kiss on your temple. 

“So devious, darling,” he whispers. “So very devious.” 

After your successful prank to Nat and Wanda, an obstacle arose in trying to catch the super boys off guard. They knew they were next and their paranoia knew no bounds. Part of you was tempted to leave them in suspense for an immeasurable amount of time but you had a plan and you weren’t going to let it go to waste. 

So if Steve and Bucky weren’t going to come to you, then the solution would be to take the war to them. It was convenient in the end as the training room was just the place you wanted them to be in.

You watched as they spared against each other. With Bucky’s metal arm, Steve had no other choice but to have his shield to even the odds. They were so focused with one another that you slipped into the room with Tony’s control pad. 

“Hi boys,” you greet them as you cut the music. “You’ve been avoiding me.” 

Steve and Bucky look at you warily. 

“Come on, don’t look at me like that!” 

“We’ve apologized,” Steve states as he tucks his shield onto his back. “Whatever you’re planning, knock it off.”  

“I never accepted your apology,” you point out to him. “So no I will not.” 

“Doll, we really meant no harm,” Bucky insisted.  

“Well, maybe I do.” 

You’re quick to send a command on the control pad and watch as Bucky and Steve fly towards the wall. They groan as they make contact before you press the release causing them to slump to the ground. 

“What in the hell was that?” Bucky mutters as he rolls his metal arm. 

“Magnetic field,” you answer simply. “A very strong one to handle the both of you.” 

“How did you even get that programmed?” 

“Oh, I outsourced this part of my plan,” you explain. “Tony hated his honeymoon being disrupted but was very game into fucking with both of you.” 

“Ok, ok, we get it now,” Steve surrenders. “You are not to be messed with.” 

“I’m glad you learned your lesson,” you acknowledge. “But just to make sure…” 

You press another command and send it through watching as Steve and Bucky are sent flying to the ceiling before you turn it off. They don’t get a chance to get up as your second command has them stuck on the floor. Bucky tries to wretch his arm off while Steve tries to wiggle his shield off his back. 

You watch for a few seconds more before you turn off the command for good. 

“Apology accepted boys.”

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[yutafrita]

The Eternal Tragedy- CHAPTER THREE

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SEE YOU COWGIRL, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE!

Pairing(s): Mafia!Yuta x Reader, Mafia!Sungchan x Reader Reader Pronouns: She/ Her Genre: Angst, Sci-Fi, Fantasy Chapter Word Count: 9.4K Warnings: GRAPHIC depictions violence, GRAPHIC depictions of death, a LOT of blood towards the end of this chapter, alcohol use, mentions of a fraternity, suggestive scenes (?idk how else to describe this one it's like 3/4 in)

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It was odd to see Shotaro in the daylight. He had insisted on taking you and the waitstaff out for breakfast before your last day as a waitress, and while you and the rest of the waitstaff would get together on occasion, seeing the young man smiling out with all of you was definitely weird.

“I expect a whole parade when I leave,” Seulgi teased, her mimosa swirling in the glass in her hand. Shotaro had selected a rooftop restaurant in the fashion district of Neuvo Seoul, giving you all a view of the bustling city below.

“I don’t think you should participate in a parade at 100 years old,” Chaein taunted, earning laughs from everyone else.

“Are you excited?” Jisung asked you. He had been relatively quiet this morning, likely feeling nervous that he would soon be taking your place as a part of the waitstaff full time.

“Well, I’m excited to go to Mercury,” you lied, your smile still forced. “I just need to brush up on my accounting skills.”

“Being an accountant is just counting money, right? I do that everyday,” Irene sent you a reassuring smile. She was the most helpful when you told the staff about your robbery and that you would be taking the new job, even offering to go with you whenever you were sent to other planets for work.

According to Sungchan, the files and information you would need are in different places of the solar system as the syndicate never kept its information online. Since you would also be expected to… play with some numbers, you would need to visit the syndicates legal venues to help you do so. 

“There’s this really cool theme park there, I highly recommend going to it if you have free time,” Shotaro added.

“What is with you and theme parks, man?” Jisung questioned, seeming to be annoyed by his supervisor.

“Hey, life’s short! Let the man go to his little theme parks,” Goeun chided. She glanced your way, and you sent her the somber smile you had been wearing all morning. You liked your job. You liked your coworkers. Hell, you even liked your syndicate supervisor. The thought of not being able to work alongside them made your chest feel a heavy weight.

“You’re not dying, we’ll all still be bothering you,” Seulgi jumped in, catching the look you still had on.

You smiled again, “none of you guys could ever really bother me,” you shot a glance over to Jisung, “not even the little mouse.”

“They’re supposed to be rat ears,” Jisung sighed, his hands reaching up to cover the tiny mouse ears on his head. You all laughed again, watching a red heat rise on his ears.

Shotaro lifted his glass, “well, this is not a goodbye, this is just us wishing you good luck.” 

Luck, something that seemed to not be on your side lately. For the past week since your break in, you had been staying with Goeun and her younger sister, choosing to crash on their couch rather than be alone in the apartment. Sungchan, much to your dismay, put Yuta in charge of upgrading the security system of the place, and while it was certainly safer, the little nagging part of your brain could not get over the fact that your place had been violated. You even tried calling your mother afterwards, ready to swallow your pride and beg for her financial help, but she wouldn’t even answer your plethora of phone calls.

But, you need to be an adult again. So, after brunch and before your final shift for work that day, you went back to Goeun’s to pack up your small backpack.

“You can stay one more night,” Goeun pleaded, watching as you shoved your sneakers away. Her younger sister, Dosie, was unable to hide the joy she felt watching you pack, though. You loved her like she was your own sibling, but she made it very clear to you that she was unhappy with their current arrangement.

“Let her be, Goeun. Do you need any help packing?” she offered, removing the water bottle you had left on the floor without a proper coaster.

You shook your head, standing up as you finished gathering your things. “Thanks you guys, I’ll see you tonight Goeun.”

The sisters lived in a complex two blocks over from the Sosa subway station, so you started your walk over. Neuvo Seoul was fully alive now, and you melted together with the crowds of citizens and tourists alike moving about their day. You and Goeun both grew up on the other side of the planet in Paris-York, and while they certainly had their differences, you were convinced that large cities were all the same. All overstuffed with people, mostly a lack of regard for fellow pedestrians, random patches of town that smelled like piss, and a disinterested upper class.

You took your time getting through your commute, trying to bide your time and delay the inevitable. You wiped the sweat off the palms of your hands onto the bottom of the floral dress you still had on from the morning, nervous as your complex came into view. Stealing a glance at a newspaper stand, everything around you seemed the same. Your entire sense of self was crushed within a few brief moments, but not a thing around you seemed to have changed. 

You entered your apartment complex, waving hello to neighbors you passed on your way in. You moved up the steps at a sluggish pace, staring intently at your feet as you did so. 

“Ah, look who's back,” the cheery voice snapped your eyes up. Yuta was leaning against your door, his tail wagging once he saw the surprise in your eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“You really thought Sungchan wanted to leave your place unguarded after a break in?” Yuta scoffed. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I haven’t been home since the break-in.”

“Believe me, I know.”

“Have you been staking out in front of my apartment for a week?” you whispered, moving closer to the fox. 

“Me and a few other people,” Yuta shrugged. You resisted the urge to facepalm, already fighting off a headache at what your neighbors had to think. “Still haven’t found the robbers yet, sadly.”

“I know, Sungchan has been texting me that same message like every hour,” you grumbled, taking your keys out from your pocket. “Am I allowed to go into my own place now?”

“I guess I can allow it,” he sarcastically bit, moving to the side for you to quickly enter your place, “I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

“I won’t,” you bristled, shutting the door behind you. Alone in your apartment, any strength you felt was gone as you assessed your space. After the break-in, Sungchan had a few syndicate members help put your apartment back together as best as they could since the robbers also decided to break a few cups and picture frames on their way out. There was a faint echo in the space as you padded to your room, and an ache in your chest formed as you saw the empty wall which formerly held a painting your grandfather made.

A couple of earrings. Your favorite pair of heels. Several dresses. All of your vintage movies. Your grandfather’s painting. All of your flowers. All of your money.

It was an eclectic assortment of items to steal to say the least. You assessed the syndicate members' attempt to hang up your broken picture frames, frowning as you glared at the photo of you and your parents at your high school graduation. You went to your community college for two years before transferring to a university in Neuvo Seoul, but you remember how much this annoyed your mother. You wanted to save money, but she wanted a daughter she could proudly flaunt to her rich friends.

As the day progressed, you started mindlessly making dinner, watching the clock as you did. Then, you remembered the man outside your door.

Releasing a sigh, you cracked the front door open, “do you want ramen?”

Yuta happily took up your offer, perching himself on the chair in your kitchen island as you quickly served the two even plates. It was eerie. The peeling red paint of the apartment complimented the man very well: accenting the designer blood red suit he wore and his red fox ears and tail. He knew that your apartment wasn’t perfect, but his face still held one of fascination as his eyes scanned the kitchen.

“It was my grandparents. They bought it in 2060,” you don’t know why you decided to tell Yuta this. Maybe it was the way his eyes grew wide as you spoke, and how he quietly observed and listened. “My grandpa moved in with my parents a few years before he died, but he still had the lease to this place and left it to me.”

“Where do your parents live?” he asked, slurping up the ramen. You picked at your noodles, your elbows leaning heavily on your kitchen island.

“Paris-York, I moved here when I went to university.”

“Hm, Sungchan’s from Paris-York,” Yuta noted, and you raised an eyebrow in response. “He moved here when he was much younger, but I’m pretty sure that’s where he’s from.”

“It’s a… fine city,” you shrugged.

“Are you excited to go to Mercury?” he prompted. You noted that within a few minutes he had nearly finished his bowl despite you hardly even beginning to poke at your own food. You forced yourself to take a mouthful of noodles as you thought over his question. While you told the waitstaff that you were excited, you felt that you couldn’t hide the pit in your stomach anymore when it came to flying to Mercury.

“I guess. It’ll be my first time visiting another planet,” you admitted, your lip twitching. You felt too old to admit this. Most people have visited other planets and interplanetary travel had become extremely safe, yet you couldn’t shake the anxiety it made you feel.

“Are you afraid of ships, angel?” Yuta caught.

You frowned, “humans weren’t meant to travel between planets like this.”

Yuta pointed his chopstick at you, shaking his head as he did so. “You see, that line of thinking is what stops human innovation.”

******

Your last shift as a waitress in the garden was surreal. Taeyeon had given you a free dandelion tea, you were tipped supremely well working the bar, and you laughed with a smile brighter than ever as you walked back home afterwards with the rest of the waitstaff.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you chirped. The girls all tugged you into a group hug, and parted ways from you. You lingered outside your complex for a moment, watching the group of girls chat and finish the short trek to the subway station. A shadow you had felt since you left the club now hovered your shoulder. 

You sighed, “what time do I need to report to the ship station?”

“Sungchan’s having a car pick you up, angel. I think 1000 should be fine,” Yuta’s voice chimed, not even phased that you hadn’t turned back to face him.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” you grumbled, fiddling with the keys in your bag before you let yourself into your apartment building. Yuta slinked in behind you, humming as he did so.

“I like how much it bothers you,” he replied, and you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he wore a devilish smile. You pinched the bridge of your nose once you stood at your front door.

“Why don’t you just… go home? And rest? I think I’ll be fine on my own for a few hours.”

Yuta shook his head, “no can do, angel.”

You frowned, opening your front door. “Do you want to just sit inside then?”

A look of fear crossed Yuta’s face, and you saw him glance behind himself as if someone was listening to you two. You rolled your eyes at this.

“I’m not asking you to fuck me. I just feel bad at the thought of you standing out here in the cold for hours.”

Yuta pressed his lips into a tight line, seeming to weigh his options. You sighed, stepping one foot into your apartment before you glanced back at the fox man, “the door’s unlocked, if you decide to come in.”

It had taken Yuta about a half an hour, but he quietly entered your apartment as you were packing your suitcase. You were perched on the edge of your couch, nodding once you met his gaze. You had changed into decidedly more comfortable clothing that was vastly different from what you typically wore at work, but Yuta didn’t bat an eye at your sweats.

“You should be sleeping by now,” he commented, his back pressed against your front door.

“I could say the same to you. Seriously, when was the last time you slept a full eight hours?”

Yuta looked up, mulling over a response as you chuckled. 

“Before my initiation, I think.”

“Ah, of course,” you hummed, folding the last of your clothes. Shutting the suitcase, you set yourself on top to help press it together and make it easier to zip up. The center part of the luggage was refusing to close, and you hunched over it as you tried to shut it. 

So quiet you hadn’t even noticed he moved, Yuta had crossed the kitchen and living room to kneel in front of you, his hands meeting yours to quickly shut the suitcase without any hesitation. 

You flopped back onto the couch, sighing in defeat. “Thanks.”

Yuta stayed kneeling for a moment before moving to the furthest corner of the couch. “It’s no problem.”

“You know I don’t bite, right?” Your eyes were drooping, exhaustion already starting to take over as you stared up at the popcorn ceiling.

“I know you don’t.”

You yawned, “and you know I’m no one's property either, right?”

You heard Yuta sigh, as if this was an internal debate he had been dealing with already. “I know.”

“Then why are you even afraid of sitting near me?”

Yuta was quiet for a while, and in that time your eyes slowly started to shut, your breathing slowly evening out.

“I dreamt about you,” Yuta’s soft voice forced your eyes back open, your eyes meeting his. “It’s silly to put so much weight into dreams… but it was just so surreal.”

“Mmm,” you grunted, your eyes meeting his. “I dreamed about you too, but I’m not being weird about it.”

He chuckled then, shifting himself ever so slightly on the couch so that he could be closer to you. “You’re right.”

“I know,” you replied. Slowly, you began drifting off to sleep, the hum of your apartment lights sending you deep into your dreams.

Now, you stood on the top of a hill, a strong wind pushing your hair and dress around. The fresh air was powerful, filing your lungs as you stared up at the big, blue, open sky.

“I miss this,” a silvery voice next to you spoke. You glanced over. Sungchan stood with his hands in his pockets, the wind wrapping his hair around the horns on his head and fluffing the feathers on his wings. 

“No other planet in this solar system is quite as lovely as earth,” he turned his eyes to meet your gaze, “nor is any face as lovely as yours.”

“Even my dream version of you is overly flirty and… weird,” you sighed, “earth’s been uninhabitable since 2062 ”

“... it’s cute that you dream of me, even if it’s only after you dream of Yuta.”

“At least you aren’t covered in blood.”

“I’ve been on earth before,” he interjected. You glanced back over to the young man, watching as his jaw clenched tightly.

“We’re here now,” you replied, seeing the clouds roll over in the sky. 

Sungchan sniggered, “this version of you is adorable.”

“The dream version of you is weirder, actually.”

His arm wrapped around your waist, and he tugged you closely to him. You braced your arms, placing your hands on his chest in an attempt to push yourself off to no avail. Sungchan tightened his grip, pulling you closer despite you fighting against him.

“As long as you still think this is a dream, I’ll treat this as one,” he set his chin on the crown of your head, his voice vibrating against his chest and your cheek that was pressed against him.

“This is not what I’d want in a dream,” you huffed, dropping your arms in defeat. Sungchan’s hand hooked under your chin, lifting your eyes up to see him. “Let go of me,” you whispered.

“You’ll have to kill me first, for once.”

******

Your first day in Mercury, Sungchan had left you alone to deal with mountains of senseless documents at the syndicate's beer garden. Santiago de Mercurio was the capital of the planet and prided itself in being “classier” than other big cities in the galaxy, which really just meant more stuck up, brighter lights, and an underbelly you had to go digging for. In Neuvo Seoul, it was easy to just stumble into syndicate dealings and even easier to turn a blind eye. Here though, the Mercurio Beer Garden held an air of seriousness that The Garden you had known and worked at all these years, would never touch.

Johnny, the man you had met while training Jisung and also the night Sungchan had you pose for him, was the man in charge of the Mercurio Beer Garden. He had shown you the office filled to the brim with disorganized papers while wearing a sheepish grin.

“When was the last time you had someone managing the finances?” you asked the tall man.

He scratched the back of his neck, thinking this over. “I wanna say about four months?”

Johnny had set down what he deemed “necessary paperwork” in one corner and asked if you needed anything else. He seemed kind, and stood out to you from the other syndicate members you’ve slowly been acquainting yourself with, although his tattoo was just as prominent as everyone else’s. It was his lack of accentors that took you back. They were such a sign of wealth and status in the solar system that seeing someone as visibly well off as him not having any still surprised you.

“How’s Yuta, by the way?” Johnny asked you before he left you to your own devices. You brought out your calculator and reading glasses, already focusing on your task at hand.

“He’s fine, I think. I haven’t spoken to him since I left Mars,” you replied blankly. Johnny nodded, seeming content with this news before he stepped out of the office and left you alone. You did miss the fox man’s presence. You found him annoying sometimes, but other times, you found him comforting and kind- you liked speaking with him. 

Speaking with other members of the syndicate was difficult.

The interplanetary ship you were all on made you sick most of the time, and when you did try to be sociable to the two other people on board who were not Sungchan, they often hardly looked your way. Kun, the former accountant and the one currently piloting the ship, hardly says so much as a good morning if you weren’t asking him about previously filed paperwork. Ten, Sungchan’s general syndicate right hand, would only speak to you if he wanted help locating Sungchan.

Sungchan was true to his word when he said you only had to work thirty hours a week, but in the week you were on Mercury to avoid being cornered by the man you often kept yourself busy with overtime. It’s not like you had nothing to do- the numbers were a mess and made no sense. But, being alone with Sungchan still made you nervous, especially when at night, you would hear him and Ten having to deal with some potential traitors or snitches.

It was your last night in Mercury, and you shut the binder on your last updated financial information for the Mercurio Beer Garden. Most of the papers Johnny had shown you were next to useless and you ended up spending several hours shredding paperwork. The office was much more organized, and you were hoping that when you passed by next quarter, Johnny would properly maintain the information in the format and… style you had.

There was a knock at the door and you absentmindedly told them to enter. You had expected it to be Johnny or possibly even Sungchan.

“Working hard, or hardly working, angel?” the stupid nickname had you pause. You glanced up from the chair, blinking quickly to confirm that it was, indeed, Yuta.

“What are you doing here?” you laughed, hoping the smile you wore would offset any potential bite your question held. Yuta was dressed in a more casual manner with a designer long sleeve and sweatpants to still indicate his wealth.

“Johnny asked me to pass by Mercury for the weekend,” he moved and set himself on the chair in front of you, whistling as he examined the state of the office. “How did you manage to clean this up?

You two spoke casually for a few minutes. The club was doing well, he said, and that Jisung had picked up the slack surprisingly quickly.

“Oh, and we’re still monitoring your apartment. Not 24/7 but enough.”

“No updates on the robbers?” you asked, holding out a bit of hope that you’d get your money and painting back. Yuta shook his head, looking away in shame. “That’s all right I guess… I just want my grandpa’s painting back.”

“... I promise I’ll get it back,” Yuta affirmed, his eyes rounded as he looked at you with a seriousness that took you by surprise.

You shrugged. “At least I still have his apartment.”

You spoke for a few minutes smiling and leaning over your desk as you did so.

“Can I try something?” he asked suddenly, and you raised a curious eyebrow.

“I guess,” you went to reach for one of the binders, assuming that’s what he meant. His hand steadied under your chin, and your eyes widened in shock before the softness of his lips met yours. It took you by surprise, and you didn’t have much time to register it before he moved away from you just as quickly. Your mouth was agape in confusion, and Yuta chuckled at your expression.

There was a knock at the door, and in bursted a chuckling Johnny who didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air.

“Yooo, man you have to come out here! Ten and Kun’s game of darts is getting intense!” Johnny cheered, shooting you a small smile. “Leave the little lady to finish cleaning the books.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out there soon,” Yuta nodded. Johnny left the two of you alone with a shut door, and you watched as Yuta took a blank sticky note from the desk, snatching the pen in your hand to scribble something down. “If you ever need me for anything,” he set the pen back down, “call me, and I’ll be there.”

He moved towards the door before he turned back to you, “I would have beaten myself if I didn’t try that at least once. So, thanks.”

Quickly, and without thinking, you grabbed Yuta’s hand to stop him. He paused, looking back at you with surprise. Hesitating, you leaned over the desk, and met your lips to his again, this time fully kissing the man you had been thinking about non-stop for the past few months.

His lips were just as soft as you had hoped they would be, and he kissed you back without hesitancy, his hands cradling your face. He broke from the kiss, his forehead leaning against yours as his breath fanned over your lips.

“I gotta go before you get me into trouble, angel.”

******

You hated Mercury and Venus. Maybe it was the fact that on each planet you spent hours sifting through wordless, senseless documents that barely helped you in fixing the syndicates books. Maybe it was the fact that one room over in every hotel room you had to hear Sungchan or Ten “taking care of problems” that happened to crop up on both planets. Or, and this was what you figured was most likely the issue, was that intersolar traveling always got you sick.

Hunched over the toilet on the ship, you vomited out the contents of your stomach. Sungchan let Ten take a break from managing dinner for the night, and decided to cook everyone's steaks. It was surprisingly good, but no matter how good the food has been, your stomach has refused to hold any food while flying between planets. 

“Fuck me,” you muttered, crumbling back down to the floor, your back pressed against the metal bathroom wall. There was a slight shift in the air, and you opened your eyes to see Sungchan standing at the open door of the bathroom, holding on to a towel and a small bottle.

He looked up as if in thought, “maybe not right now, but later.”

You would be snippy if not for the fact that you felt like such utter shit. Sungchan sighed and sat next to you, offering you the towel. This was not the first time he had seen you hunched over the toilet. Everytime you found yourself sick from the centripetal force of the ship, Sungchan seemed to also find himself next to you with a towel and an awkward attempt to comfort you.

Blowing your nose on the towel, you noted the pill bottle in the man’s hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, coughing. The burn in your throat wasn’t helped by the throbbing in your head.

“Ah, Jaemin finally got his hands on some proper nausea medication,” Sungchan paused, seeing the furrow in your brows, “Jaemin is our medic.”

“Ah.”

“One of the possible side effects is sleep walking, though.”

“If it keeps my stomach inside my body for one more day, I don’t care,” you reached your hand out to grab the pill bottle, only for Sungchan to pull his hand away, keeping it out of reach. “Please?”

“It’s not wise for you to sleepwalk around a ship in outer space. You’re staying in my room tonight so I can at least keep an eye on you.”

“I am not sleeping with you,” you hissed before your stomach turned again, knocking you back over the toilet bowl. Sungchan’s hand was placed on your lower back, sending a chill down your spine despite the bile coming out of you.

The interplanetary spaceship had two levels. The bottom level had the kitchen, tiny living space, and meeting room. The top level contained the hanger bay for the smaller ships as well as a mediocre living quarters. 

There was a small shuffling of footsteps and you looked up from the toilet, your eyes stinging as you saw Ten glaring at you from the doorframe. He was a high level member of the syndicate and besides managing the food on the ship, when he was on land he served as the ears of the group, you learned. Ten’s head was tilted down at you, the shadows of the dim bathroom lighting making his ram horns look more eerie than usual. 

“Listen, I know you still aren’t used to interplanetary travel, but this is our only toilet and I have to take a shit.”

The mucus covered towel in your hand vanished and in a moment was tossed at Ten’s annoyed face. 

“Fuck off,” Sungchan muttered, leading to a disgruntled Ten.

“Fine, I’ll take a dump in the bucket- again. We’ll just have Kun manage yet another interplanetary sanitation fine,” Ten shuffled away from the bathroom, his feet echoing against the metal.

Sungchan turned his head back towards you, his hand shaking the pill bottle. “I’m not sleeping with you,” you repeated.

“You’ll be on the bed, I’ll be on the couch. I’m a gentleman.”

“You beat the shit out of a frontdoorsman for pronouncing your name wrong.”

“Do you want to stop throwing up or not?”

You curled up in the smallest corner of the large bed, your back to the open window. You hated looking out at the stars and seeing where you all stood in the empty void of a universe. You hated everything. You were miserable. Just two more planets to go and you’d be back on Mars, closer to getting that stupid deed.

“How’s your stomach?” Sungchan asked, breaking you from your train of thought. You glanced over. He was laying on his back with his arms tucked under the back of his head, his body visibly too long for the couch as his legs dangled off the arm.

“It’s… fine. Look,” you sighed, annoyed by your conscience, “let me take the couch. Or let me be in my own room.”

“You wish,” Sungchan chuckled, staring up at the ceiling. Sungchan was typically aggressive and irritable with even the highest members of the syndicate, yet with you, he was nothing less than doting to an unfortunately obsessive degree. He was difficult to read. “I’d kill Jaemin if you sleep-walked out of this ship.”

“I believe you. But you don’t even fit on the couch,” you noted. Sungchan wagged his toes, still chuckling to himself. “I’ll be fine.”

“I can fight, if you try anything.”

“I know.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“Good night, Sungchan.”

******

You were in love with Titan- or more specifically, Titan’s city of Jikanopolis. Titan was a moon of Saturn that humanity had managed to properly colonize. The buildings weren’t soaring like the ones in Paris-York, and the public transportation was better than what Neuvo Seoul offered. You loved the patches of greenery shoved into as many corners of the city as possible. You didn’t even mind the fact that technically the entire city was located under a ginormous greenhouse dome.

Sungchan noticed your sudden change of mood that first evening on the planet. You decided to have dinner in the patio of the bar the syndicate owned rather than staying holed up in the office as you had chosen to do these past few weeks at the other establishments. The night air was crisp, and while there were other patrons on the outside patio, you didn’t mind as you stared up at the deep golden night sky.

119 Bar and restaurant was at the heart of Jikanopolis on a gorgeous rooftop that overlooked the city. The Mercurio Beer Garden was high brow and certainly fancy- but the view and energy of 119 was miles ahead of anything on Mercury. 

“You look happy,” Sungchan stated, his blazer strung over his shoulders. You shrugged, looking back down at your nearly empty plate. Even the syndicate members of 119 were completely different from their other counterparts throughout the Solar system- all kind, boisterous, and easy going. Taeil, the chef at 119, instead of greeting you casually, asked what your favorite meal was. Hours later, when you had originally planned to step out to grab take out, the man had fully prepared the meal for you, smiling brightly when he saw the joy on your face. 

Sungchan stood out like a sore thumb here in Titan.

“It’s… nice here,” you decided to reply, glancing back up. Sungchan removed his blazer, hanging it on the plastic chair in front of you at the table before he sat himself down. He leaned his elbows on the table, staring intently at the plate you were still working on. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and while he seemed to zone out, you fully stole a glance at his dragon tattoo. Having to be around quite a few syndicate members these past few weeks, you’ve seen how they all distinguish themselves in their rankings. Yuta, Ten and Johnny were the only members you had seen with black ink for their dragons, small lines of red accenting the mouth. Jisung and a few lower level members had blue ink used as the primary colors on their tattoos. A few mid level members like Kun and even Taeil’s tattoos were a blend of red with green accents.

Sungchan was the only member you saw with his tattoo to be made up only of one color- red.

“My eyes are up here,” Sungchan waved his hand in front of your face, and you blinked quickly in embarrassment. “Saturn, god what a bastard.”

“Huh?” you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t sure why you bothered humoring him- Sungchan randomly speaking cryptically around you was something you should be used to by now. 

“Sometimes I just think about the namesake of the planets… humanity named them after their roman counterparts, not even their Greek counterparts.”

You mulled over this, “Mars just has a better ring to it than Ares.”

“Jupiter has a better ring to it than Zeus I guess,” he hummed, and you physically felt a chill rush down your spine. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine,” you replied briskly. “Saturn… which God is that one?”

Sungchan let out a deep sigh, leaning back on his chair and staring back up at the night sky. “He was the Dad of Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto, Vesta, Ceres, and Juno. God of time, generation, dissolution, wealth, liberation… he ate up all his kids except for the youngest one,-.”

“Jupiter,” you finished, meeting his gaze. He nodded. “I guess that makes sense as to why Saturn’s moon is named Titan.”

“I think you know the rest of that myth.”

“Yeah yeah yeah- Saturn ate a rock that his wife gave him, Jupiter kicked his ass and everyone lived happily ever after.”

Sungchan cracked a smile, his eyes not leaving yours. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Here’s that drink you wanted, Sungchan,” one of the staff members approached, his nodding at you as they set down the alcohol he seemed to have asked to be sent there.

You looked back up at the night sky. The light pollution of the city was so minimal compared to the other planets you visited, that you were able to clearly make out stars and the planet of Saturn from where you sat. You hadn’t been able to enjoy the view of them so much on the ship on account of you trying to not throw up from motion sickness, but being able to see them from here from the comfort of a moon made you smile. A genuine smile you hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages.

“You love Titan, don’t you?” Sungchan’s voice was calm, and when you looked back at him for a moment, it seemed like a pained expression flashed on his face before being replaced with his usual stillness. 

“I think so,” you admitted, looking back up, “the stars are just so lovely from here.”

“You do look quite lovely, even if it’s on Titan,” Sungchan grumbled. 

******

You and Ten were the only ones at the hotel for a while that night.

Sungchan and Kun had stayed behind at 119, and you decided to watch the large TV in the living room for the time being. You were half listening to the TV, half glancing out at the window behind the TV, taking in the night sky in the comfort of your PJs. There was a shift on the couch, and you looked over to see Ten, frowning at the screen.

“Why are you watching the news?” he judged, crossing his legs on the couch to get comfortable.

You shrugged, “I guess I just wanted to see what goes on around here.”

“It’s Titan, it’s like, the lamest place in the solar system.”

“Mercury was pretty lame,” you countered. The news channel was a local one, discussing fun activities occurring in the area over the upcoming weekend- simple. You loved it.

“Oh please,” Ten leaned forward, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “Titan does have one good thing I’ll admit,” he flipped through a few channels before settling on a grainy film, “this channel only runs on this planet due to some weird copyright law. It’s all the old movies and shows from earth that managed to survive time.”

Your eyes focused on the screen, listening to the over exaggerated voices, the awkward laugh track, and the fascinating dynamic between the wife character and her husband.

“How did you even find this?” you asked, settling in on the couch now.

“Yuta talks about it all the time, he’s from Jikanopolis,” Ten answered before laughing along with the cheesy punchline. 

You had been tempted to call the fox-man several times since getting his phone number, but each time you began to write the number out on your phone, you’d panic and clear it out. You tried and failed to get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your mind to no avail.

Titan. Maybe you could start the conversation about his home? You frowned at yourself, feeling embarrassed about your overthinking.

“What? You don’t like I love Lucy?” Ten snapped.

“Huh?”

“This show, you don’t like this show.”

“I wasn’t paying attention,” you admitted.

Ten then chuckled, “I mentioned Yuta and you immediately zoned out.”

You scoffed, “I’m just tired- your organization has horrible management when it comes to its paperwork.”

Ten was about to reply back with something witty before the hotel door opened. You two turned around on the couch, watching a chuckling, close-eyed Sungchan leaning on an annoyed Kun.

“Ten, help,” Kun grunted, struggling to handle the taller man who was muttering incoherently. Kun set his hand on Sungchan’s horns that were blocking his vision, pushing the young man’s head to lean forward instead of on Kun’s own shoulder, squishing Kun’s swan wings in the process.

“Mmm…Mhhh,” Sungchan muttered, his eyes struggling to open. “More… beer.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure buddy,” Ten sighed, leaping over the back of the couch to help Kun guide their boss into his room. “How did you manage to be the one to lead us again?”

“Kick… Kicked his ass,” Sungchan giggled, smiling an infectious smile that made even Kun’s lips twitch.

“Sure, man. Let’s get you to bed,” Kun and Ten started through the foyer, half carrying, half guiding him to his room. 

Besides some small shuffling, you didn’t hear much else as the duo got Sungchan into his bed. In the moment that they were in Sungchan’s room,you quietly moved into your own room, shutting the door silently as you did.

As tired as you were from interplanetary travel, you found yourself sitting in front of the floor to ceiling window in your room, staring out at the night sky again. The stars twinkled brighter here. The planet felt more complete than any of the other ones you visited. Even though in the sky you would catch glimpses of other ships, it never bothered you to see them like they would on Mars.

You felt like you were in a daze as you stared at the stars and the passing ships. Drunk by the soft sky and dazzling flecks of light. 

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” his softened voice surprised you. You stood up quickly, stunned to see Sungchan looking at you solemnly, his gaze illuminated solely by the light bouncing off of Saturn onto the planet.

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. Sungchan had shut and locked your bedroom door when he entered, this much you could tell from where you stood. He had his blazer slung over his shoulder and wings, his hooded eyes watching you closely. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you,” he pouted, tossing the blazer onto your bed.

You glared at the loose garment before looking back, “you should get back to sleep.”

Sungchan burped before he replied, “dance with me.”

“Wha-?” Before you could properly be confused, Sungchan closed the small steps between the two of you, wrapping you in his embrace and moving to guide you. “Let go of me,” you sighed, trying to push off of his chest.

“Humor me,” he whispered, resting a hand on the top of your head. You hesitated, before moving your arms awkwardly to your side, allowing Sungchan to sway your stiff body side to side. You inhaled carefully, afraid of moving too much and Sungchan retaliating in some way. Instead, the stupor you felt while staring at the night sky seemed to return in full force, as his ambrosial scent filled your lungs. 

You had been so close to Sungchan that you noticed his smell, but as you instinctually wrapped your arms around him (stopping at his wings) you found yourself enraptured in thoughts of him. Imagining you and Sungchan running through fields like the ones in your dream, sitting in libraries and sharing wistful gazes, wrapped endlessly in each other's arms.

You tilted your head upwards at Sungchan in an odd attempt to stifle the sudden yearning that flooded your system. His eyes were half shut, a sad smirk on his face.

“Dance with me,” he repeated, his voice now hardly above a whisper.

“There’s no music, and I have two left feet,” your voice surprised you. You were staring so deeply into the young man’s eyes, it was a wonder to you that you even managed to utter any coherent sounds, let alone an actual response.

“You’ll be just fine,” and with that, he swiftly laced his fingers through your own, guiding you. “This is a waltz,” he explained. It was strange, at his note, you found yourself almost perfectly matching his footing and hand coordination.

You chuckled at the absurdity, “I guess I’m a natural.”

“You always were,” he sighed, spinning you quickly before you faced each other again. The silent song that only Sungchan seemed to hear was enchanting to you, as you stared up at the tipsy man and matched his movements.

“You haven’t known me for long,” you pointed.

“I’ve known you for much, much longer than you think,” he continued leading the dance despite his eyes training so intently on you. 

Sungchan had stopped the dance, holding you tightly to him in a suffocating hug. Again, your brain went to different fantasies with Sungchan, each more surreal than the last: the two of you on earth at a bar, the two of you on earth riding bikes, the two of you on earth riding horses. You buried your nose in his shirt, earning a chuckle from him as you tried to get to the root of these invasive fantasies.

“You’d think you were the tipsy one,” Sungchan’s voice vibrated through his chest and against your face. His hand brushed against your neck, sending a chill down your spine as his fingers then trailed along your jaw, moving to tilt your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “What’s on your mind?”

Am I drunk? What the hell is wrong with me? Your brain was fighting itself as you stared up at the young syndicate leader. You had felt nearly nothing but contempt and fear of him, yet, despite him waltzing into your room announced, you felt hypnotized by just the thought of him. Being near him now, you felt your knees shake as his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

���I should leave,” he muttered, although he made no moves to do so.

Shamefully, you knew how he must see you in this moment- vulnerable, wide-eyed- and you relished in this. Sungchan had been doting on you without reason since the first time you met him, and now, in the silence in the penthouse on Titan, you saw briefly what everyone else actively saw- the head of a crime organization looking down at his prey.

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, and raised your own hand to hold up the one he had under your chin. His thumb stopped its circular motions of your bottom lip, and Sungchan stared with open eyes as you slowly parted your lips, sinking his thumb into your mouth and onto your tongue.

Even in the dim lighting you watched his pupils dilate, his entire body tense in surprise as your tongue swirled his thumb in your mouth.

“What are you doing to me?” He didn't seem to expect an answer, rather choosing to watch you with great intrigue as you released his thumb, moving to then insert his pointer and middle digits into your mouth instead. 

Taking in Sungchan’s euphoric aroma was one thing, but it was another to have a piece of him dancing on your tongue. He had stopped passively letting you maneuver as he did before, and had his fingers instead grace themselves however he saw fit in your mouth, pulling them out slowly afterwards in awe.

Sungchan brought his fingers back to his own lips, his eyes meeting yours as his other arm tightened its grip on your waist, keeping you as close as possible to him as he took in every bit of your saliva from his fingers to blend with his.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” he whispered, his now drenched fingers moving to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

You motioned to speak, before Sungchan’s eyes shut, his entire body slumping over your shoulder. You let out a small yelp, realizing that the literal head of the syndicate seemed to just… pass out on your shoulder. 

The heat on your cheeks and between your legs made you let out a frustrated groan as you struggled to move the man off of you. He was tall, firm, and was fully putting his entire weight on your body. 

“Shit!” you muttered, crumbling to the floor with the man on top of you, snoring loudly as his wings acted as a makeshift cage around your body. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you whispered.

You poked at the man's cheek in an attempt to wake him, only making him cuddle into your crushed figure as he muttered nonsense. 

“Terra… I’ll let you go… Terra.”

*****

It was 1999, and Sungchan pounded another vodka shot. He had been invited to yet another New Years Eve Party, and after having to endure hundreds of them in different mortal bodies, he had gotten tired of them. The only good thing about being twenty-two yet again, was that he still hadn’t grown a proper tolerance to alcohol. When you were all originally cursed, it was stipulated that he would be the only one to retain all of his memories, making sure that even when he was reborn, his infant brain would still remember who he truly was, and further torture him with the mind of a God, in the body of a useless mortal body.

It was 1999, and the humans around him at this shitty house were partying like it was the end of the world. Venus slung his arm over Sungchan’s shoulder, howling with joy at the sight of the younger man’s two empty vodka shots in his hands.

“It was just vodka, Johnny,” Sungchan sighed, waiting patiently to feel the familiar buzz. He still hadn’t encountered you in this lifetime, and while he was overjoyed to know that you were still alive (that this curse could be broken), he wasn’t holding his breath. So, he drank.

“Remember when a sip of beer had you on your ass? Little Bambi is all grown up!” Johnny fake cried, earning the attention of their nearby fraternity brother. Sungchan had joined a few in different lifetimes, and he figured he’d collect as many collegiate letters as possible- like a fun game for his miserable existence.

“Uh uh! He’s not a freshman anymore- can’t call him Bambi!” Pluto slurred, earning a laugh from Johnny.

“I don’t mind being called Bambi,” Sungchan sighed, glancing over his shoulder once a round of hollers were heard from the party crowd behind them. The party was at the fraternity house and the trio stood near the foyer, so Sungchan was staring up in awe as he saw you on the stairs making out with Mars. “Oh my Gods.”

Yuta furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and craned his own neck upwards to chuckle, “oh yeah, that Jaemin’s ‘best friend’.”

“I knew they’d fuck eventually,” Johnny took another sip of his drink, “he kept swearing they were just childhood pals but.. I mean- that tension is insane.”

Sungchan was staring up at you two without any shame, his mouth hanging open as he fought every urge to rip Jaemin off of you and whisk you away.

“You’re gonna catch flies,” Yuta teased before manually shutting Sungchan’s jaw. Sungchan sent a glare to Yuta, earning a collected laugh from the pair. 

For the rest of the party, Sungchan hovered nearby, forcing casual conversation with other fraternity members or party goers around him to not look suspicious, and hoping that Jaemin would leave you alone long enough for Sungchan to speak to you… just once. 

You could break the curse this time. He knew it. You just needed a push.

“... have to grab something,” Sungchan’s ears perked up at Jaemin telling you this. He couldn’t hear your reply over the blasting music, but he could hear your small voice whine. Sungchan covered his mouth, fighting the small smile he found wanting to cross his lips- you were just so cute. From the corner of his eye, Jaemin passed Sungchan, and he quickly took this as his cue to pass through the string of people blocking his path in the hallway, landing directly in front of this new version of you. Before you could respond, Sungchan handed you a soda can of your favorite soda.

“Uh… thank you? How did you even guess that this was my favorite soda?” you cautiously took the drink from his hands, leaning against the wall as you popped the can open.

“Lucky guess. So, what guy left you alone here?” Sungchan knew better than to tell you that he knew everything about you- your favorite drinks, your favorite flowers, the type of books you liked to read, your favorite places to be touched. He’s tried that before- and it never went well.

“Jaemin- but he’s gonna be right back,” you added quickly, your lip tugging in the way it did when you were unsure about something.

“That’s a shame.”

“How so?” you were curious, furrowing your brow as you sipped on the soda that had gotten warm from Sungchan hanging onto it for so long.

“Well, if it were me, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

You scoffed, but he caught the small blush forming on your ears. “You’re Sungchan, right?”

This caught Sungchan off guard. While he had known Jaemin for about two years now, he had never encountered you- this he would remember.

“I… I’ve seen you in Jaemin’s frat yearbooks,” you seemed embarrassed, and if Sungchan wasn’t holding back he would pinch your cheeks and hold you closely to him. Instead he cleared his throat and looked away, catching Jaemin’s head at the end of the hallway and struggling to maneuver through the throng of people.

“I have a yearbook from the 50s- do you wanna see it?” Sungchan took your small nod as a yes, and gently took your hand, guiding you down the hall and to his bedroom. It was a generally small space and didn’t have much in it beyond stacks of books and a neatly made full sized bed.

“This is the cleanest guys room I’ve ever seen,” you giggled, standing in front of the shut door as the music from downstairs was now muffled.

“I’m not a huge fan of messes,” Sungchan untucked the yearbook from his shelf, sitting on his bed to open it up. He glanced up at you, watching you hesitate. “You can stay standing, but I’m not gonna touch you or anything you don’t want.”

This seemed to quell your nerves as you sat next Sungchan, the bed creaking slightly at the new weight. He quietly flipped through the yearbook, and landed on the page he thought you’d like.

“Gosh those football uniforms were so terrible,” you giggled, leaning so closely to Sungchan that he stopped breathing. He could feel your breath fanning over his arm, your heat radiating off of you, and his mind nearly started spinning. Your hand then brushed over his as you turned the page over, gushing over the sweethearts page.

“I bet most of these people's kids are in this frat now,” you noted, your fingers tracing the hearts over the page.

“I think Jaemin’s one of them,” Sungchan noted, looking up to meet your gaze. This seemed to strike something in you, and you pressed your lips tightly together. Sungchan tilted his head, “did I say something wrong?”

“No… No. Um- did you see us…” your voice trailed off, looking away from Sungchan as you tried to piece something together.

“You guys making out for everyone to see? Yeah,” Sungchan chuckled despite the fire this caused in his chest. You scratched the back of your neck, sighing as if you were defeated.

“Can I… tell you something?” You asked, and Sungchan nodded, closing the yearbook. “I know you don’t know me-,” Sungchan held back a snort, “but… I've wanted to kiss Jaemin for years but… it didn’t feel as right as I hoped it would.”

Sungchan whistled, knowing that this was a very heavy topic to you. “That sounds rough. Maybe you should kiss someone else and compare?” Sungchan made sure it sounded like a joke, and you giggled, slightly punching his arm.

“All of you guys have been telling us to get together for years, so I doubt anyone here would-.”

“I would,” Sungchan cut you off, this took you aback, and you both looked towards the door as the music was cut off. “They’re probably gonna start the countdown soon,” he slid the yearbook under his bed, intending to stand up then until you grabbed his wrist.

“... have we met before?”

Sungchan froze, and sputtered out, “not in this lifetime.”

You laughed then, Sungchan’s favorite sound he mentally noted as he admired you.

“Kiss me,” this boldness surprised Sungchan, and while he didn’t smell any alcohol on  your breath he still asked. “Gosh, just be a normal frat guy and kiss me,” you taunted, hooking your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. 

Sungchan wrapped his arms around you, laying you down on his bed and earning a small gasp from your lips. You were addictive, Sungchan’s head was swimming as he swiped his tongue into your mouth, taking him deeper into full ecstasy as he tasted more of you. 

He knew this feeling. He knows it too well. He couldn’t stand it- he could fight it.

Your hands trailed from his face slowly moving past his chest and moving towards his waistband. This woke Sungchan up, and he jumped off you, accidentally rolling off of his own bed and landing on his back.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” you moved to the edge of the bed, worry striking your features as you studied Sungchan’s dazed expression. Sungchan swallowed deeply, looking up at you as the same feeling that took your life over and over again began to cloud his judgment.

“Kill me,” his voice was so quiet that you didn’t even hear him.

“Come again?” you asked, leaning closer to the edge of the bed. 

Sungchan leaned himself up on his elbows and your noses brushed against each other before he repeated, “kill. Me.”

You laughed, thinking he was making some weird joke.

“Falling off a bed is embarrassing but not enough for you to die over it,” you chuckled, reaching out and lightly tapping his shoulder. You glanced back at the door, sighing, “we should probably go and join for the countdown.”

Darkness. Sungchan’s senses all vanished again, the same way it had all these past times. He was trapped, truly, for whoever knows how long. He was in the darkness.

His sense of touch came back first and he immediately recoiled, his hands coated in something warm, his knees to the ground. There was a burning along his arms and neck, and he knew they were scratch marks. Then, his sense of smell returned, the reek of blood swarming and overwhelming his senses along with the saltiness of the tears streaming down his face. His hearing followed then, the silence in the room and the countdown starting from ten downstairs already confirming what his vision did shortly thereafter.

Your body had been yanked down from the bed, and your throat sliced by Sungchan’s broken lamp shards. Sungchan sobbed quietly, lifting your dead body to his chest in agony at having to see you dead, again, in his arms, by his own hands.

CHAPTER FOUR: SLEEPING BEAST

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if you’re hearing LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES) by EDISON LIGHTHOUSE playing, you have to know PARISA ELSAYED (SHE/THEY;DEMIGIRL) is near by! the 27 year old MORTICIAN at IVY LANE FUNERAL HOME has been in denver for, like, . SIX YEARS (AND 16 YEARS BEFORE THAT) they’re known to be quite BRAZEN, but being VIBRANT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MEDALION RAHIMI. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those THE SMELL OF TOM FORD LOST CHERRY, FIELDS OF WILD FLOWERS AND FRESH BAKED CINNAMON COOKIE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around WASHINGTON PARK long enough! pinterest || connections and wanted connections

BASICS

FULL NAME: Parisa Celina Elsayed NICKNAME(S):  "P", Pari, Paris. AGE: 27 DATE OF BIRTH:  October 30th, 1996 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Somewhere in California CURRENT LOCATION:.  Washington Park ETHNICITY: Iranian GENDER:  Demi Girl/Genderfluid PRONOUNS: she/they SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  lesbian RELIGION:  raised both Jewish and Muslim with interfaith parents, she considers herself modern Muslim and reform Jewish, and practices religion with fluidity, not constraining herself to what they consider outdated rules and practices. OCCUPATION: Mortician and co-owner of Ivy Lane funeral home FACECLAIM:  Medalion Rahimi

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5'5 WEIGHT: 115 pounds HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: brown PIERCINGS: both ears are pierced, their nose was pierced for most of their teenage years. TATTOOS:  none at the moment but that could change. SCARS|MARKS: a healed scar between their thumb and forefinger SIGNATURE SCENT: Lost Cherry by Tom Ford.

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: adhd PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: n/a PHOBIAS: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Rashid and Jeroens Elsayed SIBLINGS: Yazmin and James Elsayed RELATIONSHIPS: tba PETS: a Bernese mountain dog named Athena, a white cat named Blu

PERSONALITY ZODIAC SIGN:  Scorpio MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral FAVORITE FOODS: cheese pizza with extra cheese, hummus with chili oil, sushi, garlic parm french fries, the little pretzels with peanut butter inside. FAVORITE COLOR: sage green, mustard yellow LIKES:  going to brunch, walking barefoot on their hardwood floors, long flowy dresses and skirts, the feeling prosecco gives you, eating udon noodles in bed watching her favorite films, an ice-cold cherry coke.  DISLIKES: restrictions and rules, the sound of people chewing, when they don’t have at least one savory and one sweet snack in their home at all times HOBBIES: moonwalks, antiquing, dancing barefoot in their kitchen to “guilty pleasure” music.

HEADCANONS

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Parisa always felt like they had a special connection with their religious background, but their views have always been progressive and fluid, which is why they practice in a way that makes them feel both connected to their roots and yet free to live their life in their own way. Parisa refuses to live by the gender binary, so why practice a religion that way? They know this isn't the norm and so they are respectful in every way they can be without compromising their own sense of self.

Parisa has a habit of sitting on their balcony or walking (with their dog) at night, far past what is considered a normal time, just to look at the moon.

BIOGRAPHY

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The idea of freedom had always been something that Parisa embraced. They grew up in a home that traveled, two dads and two siblings that all went on adventures together, before finally settling in Denver when Parisa was just 12. They gave her a home and room to explore life with open, hungry wonder.

Parisa was the kind of kid who played barefoot in the mud, looking for worms and put flowers in their hair. When she found a turtle in a lake on a hike with her dads, they let Parisa take it home. They named it ginger, and they built it a habitat and it became their best friend, whenever Parisa had a free moment, their eyes were on that tiny shelled being.

|TW MENTION OF ANIMAL DEATH and DEATH and RELIGION| Parisa's first, but certainly not last, encounter with death was when they were 14, and Ginger was found dead. While devastated, Parisa also found themselves intrigued, by the circumstances, and suddenly, by death itself. It became a hyper fixation. Encyclopedia research and Google searches were sometimes dark, but informative. While everyone else viewed it as something to be scared of, Parisa soon found that was beautiful, in a way. When Paris learned that they could work in the funeral industry, everything changed for them.

Growing up both Muslim, and Jewish, Parisa knew that in some practices, women weren't allowed to attend funerals and that the individual funeral practices of each religion that they found themself deeply rooted in were also restricting them from working on something they truly felt passionate about, so thus began both Parisa religious, and gender, exploration.

Their gender identity had never been solid, in such a fluid household where gender roles had never been enforced, after therapy and research, Parisa's realization that they were genderfluid came around the same time that their take on religion was also fluid.

Judaism and Islam are two beautiful, but to Parisa, slightly restrictive practices, and since their family had never been fully restrictive, Parisa took that approach with the way they practiced. With as much respect as they could, they moved forward with their line of passion, focusing on their relationship with both themself and God in a way that felt right to them. | TW ENDS|

Arapahoe Community College allowed Parisa to get an Associate of Applied Science degree, Parisa finished their degree in two years and a job for a local funeral home as a funeral assistant, it was about almost three years in Parisa knew that the way they viewed death and funerals didn't align with the job they took on and after contacting someone who had similar views (wc on main), they moved back to Denver and opened IVY LANE.

Parisa has been back in Denver for six years co-running Ivy Lane, living in a home just a five-minute walk from their work.

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UAE Trip p.5

Day 5. Pahinga Day! 

After brunch nagpunta lang kami sa Marina Mall. Kumain ng lunch sa di ko maalala na steak house hahaha ang dami talagang servings ng food, ang sarap din ng mga side dishes. Nabigyan pa nga si Alei ng chocolate cake kasi, as usual, nacute-tan nanaman sakanya ung crew hahaha. After kumain, umikot lang kami sa mall, lahat ng store naka sale up to 70%. After non, pumunta lang kami sa bahay ng kapatid ni Ate, dun lang kami tumambay at nagpahinga. Naglaba na din pala ako nung morning para hindi na  maglalaba si mama pag uwi ko.. Hinintay lang namin si kuya don sa bahay tapos lumabas din kami, nag SB lang tapos namasyal lang sa WTC. Window shopping lang ganon. Nag grocery din pala kami. Kaya ko talaga nasabing mura bilihin don ( as long as di ka mag cconvert) kasi sa 50 aed may lechon kawali ka na, hotdog, chicken thighs, and chicken feet. Pagkauwi namin kumain lang kami dinner tapos nanuod. Nanuod ako anime, naglaro kami ni alei, nagharutan ganon. 

Day 6. Library and Museum

Nagpunta kami sa library don. Free din siya. Museum and library siya talaga. So, naglbot muna kami sa museum nila. Sobrang daming security personnel din sa loob. Secured na secured yung laman ng museum talaga tapos after non sa may library. Hindi na nga siya library kung tutuusin hahah naging park siya ng mga bata. Library/park siya ganon hahaha sayang nga lang kasi bawal matulog. Walang kapaguran si Alei mula nung pumasok kami don sa library na yon naglaro lang siya ng naglaro. Dami niya ding playmate. Salbahe din eh kasi may kalaro siya don tapos sinabihan niya ba naman ng “don’t talk to me” hahahaha tawa kami ng tawa nung nanay niya kasi maldita amp. Yung aalis na ung kalaro niya, iyak siya eh. Sobrang bilis niya kasi maattached tapos nagkaka sepanx ganon. Tumagal din kami don ng 4 hrs. Hindi mo din naman kasi mamamalayan ung oras. After non, pumunta kami sa Marina Mall, kumain kami sa Tim Hortons, nagtingin ng mga pabango. Yung isa talaga nagustuhan ko, yung Gucci Flora. Sabi kasi ni kuya na nandon “I’m sure you will like this” sabay spray sa kamay ko nung pabango, tapos yon, oo nga mabango. shuta hahaha sabi ko na lang “i will think abt it” kasi nga 500 aed ata yung 100ml. Hindi naman din ako ganon nagpapabango talaga. After non, hinintay lang namin si kuya dumating sa mall para sunduin kami. Nung dumating siya, kumain lang kami sa kfc tapos pumunta don sa corniche na malapit lang sa mall. Sunset na kasi non tapos ang daming ibon nanaman haha nagpahinga lang kami saglit don, pinanuod ung mga ibon ganyan. Nag decide din sila na mag Grand Mosque non kaya bumili kami nung scarf para matakpan ung ulo namin, tapos itong si Alei, naiinggit samin kasi gusto niya siya din. Buti na lang may panyo ako kaya ayon, tumahan yung meron na din siya sa ulo hahaha and, as usual, nacute-tan nanaman sakanya ang mga people. May mga designated place lang kasi to take pictures sa loob ng mosque tapos bawal din ung mga hand signs ganon. Edi nasita kami kasi nga naka peace sign kami pero itong bata todo peace pa din hahaha sumuko na lang yung security sakanya eh, tapos eto pa sabi nung security na “you take picture there” tapos itong bata naman sabi “where?” “ here?” “here kuya?” “here?” hahaha pota tawang tawa kami. di na kami makahinga kakatawa sa kanya kasi ang kulit kulit. tinanong pa niya bakit daw don ganon. After ng Grand Mosque, nagpunta kami sa Shawarma Cafe. Ngayon ko lang nalaman na okay palang partner ang shawarma at fries haha Tinikman ko din ung Karak , akala ko nung una coffee siya, yun pala tea. 

Day 7. Yas Island

Tbh, di ko na maalala kung ano yung ginawa namin nung morning na to hahaha tanghali na ata kami gumising nito tapos nagtuloy lang ng laba ganyan tas linis bahay at laro kami ni alei. Nung dumating si kuya don kami gumala. Pumunta kami sa Yas Island/Mall. Naggala nanaman, nag ikot ikot ganyan. Nasa Yas din pala ung Etihad Arena haha nakanuod sana ako ng concert ng Blackpink kung maaga aga ako pumunta sa UAE. Mura ticket eh. hays sayang. Nag decide din sila kuya na mag Khorfakkan nung thursday kasi naka leave si kuya hahaha sobrang spontaneous nilang mag asawa talaga. Edi nag isip na kami kung ano ung babaunin ganyan kasi mahabang byahe yon eh. 2-3 hours ata ganon. kasi malayo na siya, parang probinsya ba ganon. Kaya need ng baon. Pag uwi namin, nag prepare kami ng dadalin pati ung mga lulutuin na. para bukas alis na kasi maaga daw kami alis.

Day 8. Sharjah, Khorfakkan.

One of the emirates of UAE. Hindi ako sure kung 3 or 4 na emirates ung napuntahan ko sa UAE. Hindi kasi ako sure kung napuntahan ba namin ung Fujairah hahaha sabi ko sainyo bobo ako sa lugar talaga eh. Anws, papuntang Khorfakkan, nakatulog ako. Antok na antok kasi talaga ako. Tho,nakita ko yung dessert and ibang camel na naglalakad haha kaso di ko sila nakkita up close. sayang. Nagpunta kami sa park don tapos don kami nag breakfast. Pansin ko din saa lahat ng pasyalan  don, may park for the kids. Malinis pa tsaka well maintained kasi walang sira ung swing, walang kalawang ganon. After namin kumain at mag muni muni don, nagpunta kami next sa Dam naman. May playground ulit. Nag roadtrip nga kami kasi nakapunta kami sa port nila, parang province style ung napuntahan namin eh. Ang ganda din nung university na nadaanan namin. Sumakit din tenga namin don kasi mataas na lugar na pala ung sharjah, medyo patuktok na ganon kaya nag rring ung tenga ko nanaman. Hinahap namin ung aquarium nila eh, pupunta kasi kami.  25aed each lang din ung ticket, sobrang mura. tapos ung loob ng aquarium, hindi malansa. Fresh ung amoy niya. Hindi din ganon ka crowded. May isa pang place don, parang museum. Nandon ung mga bangka na gamit ng mga local sa pangingisda ganyan. Yung history ng sinaunang UAE, nandon. Ang cool. After non, umuwi na kami pa Abu Dhabi. Pagkaka alala ko din hindi na kami umalis nung nakauwi na kami eh. Nagpahinga na kami non sa bahay. Nanuod lang ako anime hanggang sa nakatulog ata ako sa sofa, ginising lang ako ni alei kasi gusto niya tabi kami matulog hahaha

Day 9. Last minute bili ng pasalubong

Tanghali na kami nagising dito. Mas nauna pa nga atang nagising sakin si Alei. Nasesepanx na ko dito pa lang eh. lol Kumain lang kami lunch sa bahay tapos pagka dating ni kuya umalis din kami para bumili ng ibang pasalubong ganyan. Pumunta kami sa Emirates Mall kasi naghahanap kami ng dubai na shirt para kina mama kaso wala naman. Kung saan saan kami naghanap non, tapos pumunta kami sa lulu supermarket para bumili ng spices. Don kasi may spices na pwede mo bilin in powder. 200 grams nga ng onion powder nasa 4 aed lang. Bilin din to ni papa eh, mga powders hahaha tapos after non bumili lang ako ng ibang chocolates pa, may nakita kasi akong galaxy, kaya ayon, binili ko na din. Kumain din kami ng takoyaki. Ang sarap ng takoyaki don eh no. Same lang din naman ng lasa dito pero mas malaki kasi don hahaa 2 pa lang nakakain ko busog na ko sa laki. Pumunta kami ulit sa bahay nung kapatid ni ate para magpahinga lang ganyan, higa higa ganyan. tapos umalis kami ulit para pumunta sa carrefour, dun pala may tshirt na pasalubong. 22 aed each. Nag grocery na din kami don. lahat ng free taste pinuntahan din namin hahaha tapos bumili kami nung ice cream na magnum style, b1t1 kasi haha tapos umuwi lang kami saglit sa bahay para ibaba ung mga binili tas ilagay sa ref ung ice cream tapos umalis kami ulit. nag dinner kami sa Off The Hook. The best nung sauce sa hipon talaga. Sobrang sulit kasi may voucher ulit si ate kaya nasa 70 aed lang binayaran namin. After dinner, pumunta kami sa jewelry store para kunin ung tax refund ko. sabi ni Shaffi “When are you going back?” tas sabi ko “Hopefully, next year” “Mashallah”. pagkauwi naman namin nag impake na kami para pag uwi mamaya ( kasi aalis kami ulit) papahinga na lang ganyan. Nag pack lang kami ng 1 hours kasi nakaayos naman na talaga ung gamit ko, ung mga pasalubong na lang talaga. After non, nagpunta kami sa Hudayriyat Island. Don daw nag taping ung Fast and Furious eh, corniche siya. Parang Manila Bay ganon kasi mya mga food stalls and restaurants sa gilid. Sobrang lamig nga lang talaga. Naglaro lang naman don si Alei hahaha. May pupuntahan kami dapat na lugar eh, 3 hours drive papunta pabalik kasi last naman na daw sabi ni kuya kaso nga lang sobrang lamig. Parang pa desyerto ata yon kaso sobrang ginaw talaga. di namin kaya pareho pareho ung lamig kaya sabi ni kuya sa susunod na balik ko na lang daw. Kaya uminom na lang kami sa bahay nung kapatid ni ate, uminom kami sparkling wine tapos nanuod ng Chucky tsaka Unlocked. Yung moment na to, iyak na ko ng iyak sa cr habang nag shower hahaha kasi nga sepanx na ko ganyan. Ayoko umalis. Ayoko umuwi ganon. Hays

Day 10. Last Day!

10 am kami umalis papuntang Dubai. Sa sasakyan pa lang umiiyak na ko lol. Naluluha na ko ganyan kasi nga hello, sepanx. Yung nasa airport na kami pag nakikita ko si alei, natulo na luha ko. Yung nag hihintay kami mag open ung checked in baggage naiyak na ko talaga tapos sabi pa ni Alei “tita, why are you crying?” tapos siya nagpupunas ng luha ko talaga. After checked in, kumain lang kami ng lunch. tapos ung hinahatid na nila ko pa Immigration, nakahawak lang sa kamay ko si alei tapos sabi niya “Tita, I know you’ll come back. You’ll miss me” sabay ngiti hahaha tapos ung nag bbye na iyak ako talaga haha di ko na alam kung naiyak na din ba si kuya or what pero ang sabi niya sakin “salamat sa pagbisita samin dito” kasi matagal na niya kami talaga pinapabisita don, Alam ko din na sobrang miss niya na kami haha yabang pero wala siyang choice talaga. Nagtatampo pa nga si alei nung paalis ako kasi hinihingi niya ung passport niya sa mama niya haha sasama daw siya sakin. Tuwing magkatabi kami ni alei sa sasakyan tapos tinitignan niya ung photos sa phone ko sasabihin niya “I want to go there with you”. Basta, sobrang lambing kasi talaga nung batang yon kaya nakaka sepanx talaga. Nung pumasok na ko sa loob ng immigration, naka smart gate kasi sila so walang officer na. Ilalapag mo lang ung passport mo somewhere tapos okay ka na. Wala ng tatak sa passport ganyan. Forda lakad nanaman ang peg ko dito and same pa din na mabigat ung hand carry ko. Pumunta din ako sa travellex para mag claim ng tax refund tapos ang pogi nung kuya na napunta sakin lol haha basta napost ko na yung non verbatim na convo namin dito eh. Ang gwapo talaga tsaka kung makatingin kala mo talaga ang tagal naming magkakilala haha napaka friendly. Sabi niya pa nung paalis na ko “safe travels. see you again soon.” Oo na, teka lang. aayos lang ako cv. Iipon lang ako ulit tapos babalik ako hahaha 

Ang seat ko pala ung sa may emergency eme ng plane so, more leg room for me. Stretch kung stretch yung legs ko. Hindi din puno ung plane kasi wala akong katabi eh. Naisip ko tuloy sila sguro ung mga naghanap ng work. char hahahaha judger amp. Natulog ako buong byahe kasi gabi naman and ang lamig niya. Buti na lang may jacket akong bitbit. 

Anws. yun lang. Eto yung UAE tour ko haha sana maulit siya kung hindi by December. Sa Feb 2024 na lang ulit. Mas motivated akong mag abroad ngayon talaga. Inshallah!!