#so shut up and let me finish this episode of vampire diaries

[fruitiest-floot-loop]

Technically by watching intense dramatic tv shows when I have a composition project due in just doing research on film music and getting inspiration.

[eleanorroseaxoxo]

The Transition of Jonathan Byers

Heavily based on Vicki's transition in The Vampire Diaries [Season 1, Episode 06], credits to the lines used from that episode in this fic go to the writers.

Nancy was in her bedroom in the Wheeler House, loading her shotgun. Nancy promised herself when she was thirteen that she would never go down the path her father did with hunting the supernatural, mainly because she believes that some of those creatures could be innocent. But now Will's missing, Barb's missing, and there's a seven foot tall monster crawling around Hawkins, Nancy couldn't take the risk.

As she finishes loading her weapon, someone begins frantically knocking at the front door, thank god she was home alone.

"I'm coming!" Nancy yells as she walks towards the front door. She opens it to see Jonathan standing there. Weird, Jonathan's wearing sunglasses, in November?

"Hey." Jonathan greets her. "Can I come in? The sun is killing me, my eyes are on fire."

"Yeah, come in." Nancy ushers Jonathan into the house and shuts the door behind her. "How did it go at the lab?"

"I don't remember?" Jonathan states as he rubs his neck, it's aching for some reason. "It's all a blur."

"Jonathan, did they do something to you?"

"No, I don't know, I-"

"Did something happen, Jonathan?"

Jonathan looks around the house, desperate for something but doesn't know what. "I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

Nancy's starting to become concerned. "Jonathan-"

"Sorry Nancy, could you just not talk so loud? My head, it hurts. I need quiet." Jonathan states as he stumbles to the kitchen.

An hour and a petrified call to Mrs. Byers later, Joyce and Hopper knock on the door to the Wheeler Residence. Nancy opens the door seconds later, panicked.

"Where is he?" Joyce asks the girl.

"In the living room."

"Did he eat something, take something?"

"I-I don't know, I don't think so."

Joyce makes her way to the living room, Nancy and Hopper behind her. She enters the living room to see all the curtains closed, food packets everywhere, and her son curled up on the floor.

"Jonathan, sweetie." Joyce makes her way to her son and couches down in front of him. "How are you?"

"Not good."

"Okay, uh, where does it hurt?"

"My gums."

"Your gums?"

Jonathan nods, on the brink of tears. "My jaw hurts. My gums, there's something in my gums, and it hurts."

Joyce goes to hug her son. "Oh, sweetie-"

Jonathan retracts away from his mother. "No! Just leave me alone. Just-Just turn it off!"

"Turn what off, kid?" Hopper asks, quizzing him.

"The talking, the chatter, just turn it off." Jonathan cries.

"Jonathan, what happened when you went to that lab?" Nancy questions.

"Lab?"

"You went to Hawkins Labs?" Hopper exclaims. Instead of an answer, Jonathan just groans. Hopper slowly starts putting the pieces together. "Joyce, step away from him for a minuet, please."

Joyce looks at Hopper to question him, but he gives her a look and she backs away.

"Kid, look at me." Jonathan looks at him and Hopper begins examining his face, mainly his eyes. "Right, I want you to go to Mike's room, shut the blinds and stay there until I come up, alright?"

"Chief, I don't-"

"Just do it, Jonathan."

Without further questions, Jonathan slowly stands up and walks upstairs. Hopper lets out a sigh and starts to pace.

"You know what's wrong with him?" Nancy questions the chief.

"Yeah."

"What is it?" Joyce pleads.

Hopper sighs before answering.

"He's transitioning."

Joyce and Nancy look at each other, confused. "Transitioning to what?"

Hopper contemplates for a moment on whether he should answer Joyce honestly, the truth could break her. After a few moments of contemplation, Hopper responds.

"A vampire." Joyce and Nancy appear stunned by this news, Joyce realising that her son is turning into a vampire and Nancy in shock as Jonathan is technically the first vampire she's came across. "The lab must've injected him with some vamp blood before killing him." Joyce lets out a cry, her son is technically dead. "He's new, he hasn't completed his transformation yet."

"H-how does he do that?" Nancy questions.

"He has to feed on human blood."

"A-And what if she doesn't?" Hopper doesn't answer Joyce at first. "Hop!"

"He'll die. He may only have a few hours left."

Joyce stands there, in shock. What would she rather have, a dead son or an immortal, blood-sucking vampire for a son? "Nancy, can you go check on Jonathan, please."

Without any questions, Nancy heads upstairs. Leaving Joyce and Hopper by themselves.

"It's ok." Hopper tries to comfort her. "He doesn't know what's happening to him yet."

"He's not stupid Hop!" Joyce cries. "He's gonna figure it out sooner or later."

"Right now, he doesn't remember anything." Hopper explains. "A part of him is still human, but slowly, the deeper he gets into the transition, the memories will start to come back, and then he'll know he has to make the choice."

In that moment, Nancy rushes downstairs. "He's not there!"

"What?"

"He' s not in Mike's room, or anywhere upstairs." Nancy exclaims. "Mike's window is wide open."

"Right, okay-okay. Let's split up." Hopper decides. "Joyce, search around the neighborhood. Nancy, look around the outskirts of the woods, I'll look in the town square. Radio in when and only when you find him."

A few hours later, Hopper found Jonathan downtown in an alleyway, ripping into some poor girls neck.

Yep, Jonathan's officially a vampire.

[kpopfanfictrash]

L is for Lunacy (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Established Relationship / Light Angst / Fluff

<< A FOLLOW-UP ONE SHOT TO THE ART OF WAR MORE >>

Synopsis: After two years of being sworn enemies (and 42,000 words of shenanigans), you and Jungkook had finally begun dating. As it turned out though, dating wasn’t any easier than coming up with the perfect witty retort to wipe the smirk from his face. When you came to the first Big Decision of the relationship, it was honestly anyone’s guess as to how things would go.  

Warnings: handcuffs (male + female), oral (male + female), very explicit dirty talk, degradation, semi-public making out, spanking, condom-less sex, cum play, things get soft (except Jungkook’s dick). Seokjin randomly procures invitations to formal events; no one really knows how.

Word Count: 15,790

Author’s Note: In order for this to make the most sense, I would recommend reading The Art of War More first! Thank you :)

“One thousand bottles of Smirnoff on the wall, one thousand bottles of Smirnoff!” sang Seokjin, wildly off-key. “Take one down, ice someone with it, nine hundred and ninety-nine bottles of Smirnoff on the wall!”

As the bus jolted over a pothole, you were launched sideways to land on Jungkook’s thigh. His response was a grunt, steadying you with one hand – lingering longer than necessary on the small of your back.

When you looked at him, Jungkook wriggled both brows.

“Fine,” he sighed when you withdrew from his grasp. “Just know that my lap is always available seating.”

“For anyone?” Taehyung popped over the seat in front of you. “Or just for Y/N?”

Jungkook’s brow crinkled. “Why would you want to sit on my lap?”

“You have solid thighs.”

“He has a point,” you agreed.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung a moment, then you. “Only you on my lap, thanks. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.”

Feigning outrage, Taehyung opened his mouth only for Seokjin to hit a high note at the back of the bus. All of you winced.

“How’d Seokjin get an invite to the hockey midseason banquet, anyways?” you wondered out loud. “He’s not even on the team.”

“I’ve long given up on asking pointless questions like that,” Jungkook said. “Seokjin’s going to go where he wants to go.”

“I guess.” You paused and then shrugged. “At least he decided to bring Gina as his date. Now we can all hang out together!”

Jungkook made a non-committal sound. “Is Gina still hooking up with Hobi? Surprised he was cool with her being Seokjin’s date.”

“No. That kind of fizzled,” you said, disappointed. “I don’t think he was ready for the whole boyfriend thing. Gina’s been kind of bummed, so hopefully tonight’s a good distraction.”

“Good thing distraction is Seokjin’s middle name.” Jungkook grinned. “Plus, I hear this hotel’s amazing. The banquet is being held on the fiftieth floor with this amazing view of the lake.”

Horrified, you stared. “Fiftieth floor? Sounds dangerous.”

“It’s all enclosed, babe.”

“Still. I wouldn’t put it past Taehyung to fall out.”

Taehyung popped back up over the seat. “You rang?” When Seokjin hit another high note, Taehyung winced and threw a crumpled-up tissue in his direction. “I swear to god, Jin!” he yelled. “If you sing one more annoying verse, the next tissue I throw won’t be clean!”

Seokjin immediately shut up, much to Gina’s laughter beside him.

Taehyung returned to you and Jungkook. “Anyways. What’d you say?”

“My girlfriend thinks you’re going to fall out of a window tonight,” Jungkook said cheerily. “Bets for or against?”

“Hm.” Taehyung considered. “I mean, it’s in my best interest to bet against me falling out, but what’re the odds?”

“Taehyung,” you laughed, reaching up to smack his arm. “Stop.”

“You didn’t say which window!” He shot you a grin. “I could just tumble from the first floor and make a fortune.”

“Well, now we know your plan,” Jungkook pointed out. “So, that’s out.”

Before Taehyung could respond, Gina plopped down in the seat across the aisle from you. Stretching both legs, she lifted her arms overhead.

“Hey, guys,” she yawned. “How much longer until we reach the hotel? I’m beat.”

“Half an hour. And maybe you wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t stayed up until 4:00 AM…” You gave her a pointed look.

“I had to! I was studying.”

“Oh?” You arched a brow. “And what about after that? When you were just re-watching old episodes of The Vampire Diaries?”

“Y/N.” Gina looked at you, appalled. “You can’t just end things right when Klaus shows up in Alaric’s body. I’m not a monster.”

“Clearly.”

With another large yawn, Gina settled into her seat. “What’s the plan for tonight, anyways? Do I have time to take a quick nap?”

“Depends on how long your naps are,” said Jungkook, leaning over. “We’re supposed to reach the hotel at 4:00 PM, check in and then have until 6:00 PM to get ready, which is when the banquet starts. You could probably sneak a nap in there.”

Grinning, you turned. “Look at you,” you cooed, poking his cheek. “Memorizing the schedule and everything.”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned faintly pink, but he seemed pleased with the praise.

“Aw.” Gina made a face. “Gross. Anyways,” she said, turning to Taehyung. “Where’s your date?”

Reluctantly, Namjoon popped his head over the seat. “Hey.”

When he appeared, Gina cracked up. “Wait – you’re Tae’s date? Hope you put out. I hear that’s expected at these things.”

“Really?” Taehyung arched a brow. “So, are you and Seokjin planning on doing the nasty?”

Gina made another face. “Don’t be revolting, Tae.”

“Huh?” Namjoon looked around in alarm. “What’re you talking about?”

“Bad timing,” Jungkook laughed. “Gina had just finished asking who Tae’s date was.”

“He came with Maria.” Namjoon pointed at the back of the bus. “She’s back there somewhere with Nichole.”

Gina glanced in the direction he pointed. “And how are you invited to hockey formal?” she asked, turning back. “Aren’t you like, afraid of sports, or something?”

Namjoon looked somewhat offended. “I’m not afraid of sports. I’m a student athletic manager! I have a place at this banquet, which is more than I can say about you and Seokjin. How’d you two get here?”

As they started arguing, you felt Jungkook stiffen beside you. Namjoon wasn’t the only student athletic manager for the men’s hockey team. Last year it was a guy named Luis, but he recently transferred to women’s soccer, sticking hockey with a new face. 

A familiar face. Park Jimin.

You happened to see him when you first boarded, settling the question of whether or not he would go. He had decided to go; he was here.

It had been almost three months since you’d found out about Jimin’s lie. Back in freshman year, you and Jungkook had flirted and made plans to hang out at a party one weekend. Jungkook had to bail and asked Jimin to tell you – which he then didn’t. The resulting spiral of miscommunication resulted in you and Jungkook being enemies for almost two years.

Obviously, it wasn’t entirely Jimin’s fault. At any point, you and Jungkook could’ve gotten over your pride and just talked to each other and cleared up the whole thing. Neither one of you did though, which let the dumb feud continue – it was Jimin’s lie which started it though, and that was a hard thing to forget.

It was also something you had yet to talk to Jimin about. When word went around campus that you and Jungkook had started dating, it could’ve been your imagination, but you saw less of Jimin after that. It seemed pretty clear he had been avoiding you.

He had seated himself as far away from you and Jungkook as possible; all the way at the back, where Seokjin was taken a seat. Based on his uncomfortable posture beside his date, you got the feeling Jimin was having second thoughts about coming.

Squeezing Jungkook’s thigh, you waited until he turned his head. Even if Jimin was here, you weren’t going to let him ruin your weekend.

“We ended up together,” you murmured, only loud enough for him to hear. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “It really doesn’t matter.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “I just… get so annoyed when I see him. If it weren’t for his lie, I could’ve been with you this whole time.”

“Maybe.”

Jungkook blinked. “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” you repeated, glancing up. “Or – maybe we would’ve both argued over something dumb and because we were young and immature, we would’ve broken up.”

Jungkook bit his lip. “But we’re still young and immature.”

“Touché. I’m just saying things happen the way they do a reason,” you added. “Or maybe they don’t, but you can’t change the past. What’s important is we’re together now.”

“I guess.”

Reaching for his hand, you entwined your fingers. “And more importantly – if you don’t stop sulking, you won’t get your present later.”

Jungkook perked up. “Present? You got me a gift?”

“Maybe. If you keep asking what it is though, you won’t get it.”

Mouth snapping shut, Jungkook stared out the window and you began to count down in your head. 5, 4, 3, 2 –

“So, is this present in addition to my Christmas gift?”

Bursting into laughter, you smacked his arm. “It’s just a fun gift, okay? You’ll see later tonight. Gosh, can’t a girl spoil her boyfriend?”

Jungkook’s gaze darkened, caught on a singular word. “A gift for tonight, tonight? Or for the banquet?”

“We’ll see,” you said smugly, sitting back.

“Y/N…”

His voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine which you pointedly ignored. Turning away, you faced towards the aisle.

“You could always take a nap now, Gina,” you offered. “Before we reach the hotel.”

“And have Seokjin take pictures of me drooling with my mouth open? No thanks,” Gina sniffed.

She was right. Seokjin would do that.

Taehyung popped back up over his seat. “Are you and Seokjin sharing a room?” he asked, curious.

“What’s with your weird, pervy interest in Seokjin and I? Unfortunately, yes,” Gina sighed, slouched low in her seat. “I’m too poor to afford the single room rate.”

Seokjin finally appeared over the seat back behind you. It seemed he had managed to convince Parnce to switch seats – something he’d been texting about in the group chat since you boarded over an hour ago.

“Hey!” he blurted, offended. “I’m a delightful roommate, I’ll have you know. I leave chocolates on the pillow and everything.”

“Seokjin, it’s a hotel,” you pointed on. “They already leave chocolates on the pillows.

“Shhh,” Seokjin said. “I’m trying to impress a date here.”

Gina threw her scarf at Seokjin’s head. “I’m only your date because no one else agreed to go!”

“That’s not true!” 

“Is so!”

“I mean, it’s kind of true,” Seokjin fake whispered to you, as though Gina couldn’t hear. “Allison and Elaine found out about each other.”

“Well, why did you keep them a secret?” you huffed. “No wonder you’re alone if you pull douchebag shit like that.”

“I didn’t keep them a secret!” Seokjin protested. “I told them both we weren’t exclusive, but…” Trailing off, he sighed. “What can I say? The ladies always want more.”

Another wadded up tissue hit Seokjin square in the face.

“Thanks, Tae!” Gina flopped back in her seat.

“There’s more where that came from,” Taehyung said, sitting down.

Seokjin stared in horror at the tissue on the floor. 

“Hey! That... that one wasn’t used, was it?”

Sliding her sunglasses onto her nose, Gina pretending to sleep as the bus descended back into chaos. 

Reaching out, Jungkook poked you in the side. “Seriously,” he whispered. “What’s my present?”

“Oh, would you look at that?” you said, sitting up straight. “There’s the hotel!”

Although Jungkook pouted, he allowed the conversation to be redirected and even helped gather your things off the bus.

As soon as you entered the revolving doors, you were immediately met with a blast of warmth from the lobby. You sighed in relief – and then came to a stop. Based on the lobby alone, this banquet was going to be fancy as fuck.

Jungkook had explained what the purpose of this banquet was once or twice, but you weren’t really listening at the time. Apparently the hockey team had a midseason and an end of season banquet. The midseason one tended to fall during their time off around finals, since it was one of the few times during on season when the players could drink.

“Whoa,” Seokjin breathed, coming to a stop alongside you. “I definitely didn’t pack nice enough underwear for this place.”

“Underwear?” Gina looked up in alarm. “Nobody’s going to be seeing your underwear this weekend, Seokjin. Except maybe the mirror.”

“I’ll know though,” he said. “Deep down, I’ll know I’m wearing cotton boxer-briefs instead of silk, like I should.”

Jungkook turned to face you. “Is that the present? Did you get me silk underwear?”

“No.”

“Did you get you silk underwear?”

“Still nope.”

“Huh.” Slightly deflated, Jungkook began to walk towards check-in. “I’m becoming less interested in what this present is.”

“Hey!” you laughed, punching his arm.

Check-in in was luckily fast – the hotel had set people aside for your group and before you knew it, you were loaded onto an elevator and pressing the button for the twentieth floor. Even though it wasn’t as high as fifty, you still warily eyed the panel.

“What?” Jungkook set his bag on the floor.

“Nothing.” You paused. “The windows all lock, right?”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m just saying! If Taehyung really fell from the twentieth floor, he would die.”

“Well, I guess Taehyung will just have to stay out of our bedroom, huh?”

Jungkook arched a brow when he spoke, gaze dark with something which made your skin tingle. Suddenly, the long hours of banquet ahead seemed like too much. It was fairly tempting for you to skip the whole thing and spend it in your hotel room with Jungkook. In bed.

The elevator dinged to announce your floor.

“This is us,” Jungkook said, grabbing your suitcase.

Slinging his duffel bag over one shoulder, Jungkook wheeled your suitcase out of the elevator. Your room was all the way at the end of the hall, past the ice machine and neon red exit sign. Dubiously, you glanced at this as you passed.

“If there were an actual emergency,” you said, slipping both arms around his waist to rest your head on his back. “Those stairs would be a death trap.”

“Hopefully there’s no emergency, then.” Jungkook pushed open the door. “Here we are.”

As you glanced over his shoulder, you froze. 

“Holy shit.”

Wandering forward, Jungkook set his bag on the floor. “What?” he asked, turning around. “Is there something wrong?”

Staring at the room, you somehow managed to close the door behind you. 

The space was airy, light and gorgeous. The décor was simple in that way which made you absolutely certain each item cost more than the entirety of your suitcase. Fluffy, white pillows were piled on a bed with an actual metal latticed headboard. Gauzy curtains covered the windows, and –

“Champagne?” you blurted, rushing forward. As you passed the front hall, you caught a glimpse of the closet. “And oh my god – robes. Robes, Jungkook! Plural!”

He grinned, watching you run about the room in excitement. “So, you like it?”

“Like it?” You came to a sudden stop, crystal champagne glass in hand. Realizing something, you frowned. “Wait, Jungkook. How the fuck did you afford this?”

“I came into some money overnight.”

“Sounds ominous.”

Jungkook grinned. “Actually, Seokjin’s Uncle got us a room as a favor. There’s no way I could’ve afforded this.”

Setting the champagne glass on the table, you scanned the room as you crossed to his side. “Not yet,” you teased. “Not until you make it big in the NHL. Then you’ll be able to afford all the presents for me!”

A shadow crossed Jungkook’s expression, gone before you could determine its source. He laughed, turning around and bent to unzip your suitcase. Lunging forward, you grabbed for his hand. 

“No peeking!” you scolded.

Jungkook froze and looked at you innocently. “Whoops.”

“Don’t ‘whoops’ me,” you said, slapping his wrist. Huffing, you pushed your suitcase into a corner. “You’ll get your present later. We’ve got to get ready for the banquet now.”

“That’s not for hours,” Jungkook whined, flopping down on the bed.

As soon as his ass hit the sheets, his t-shirt rode up to reveal a flat strip of abs. Momentarily distracted, you stared before you shook yourself free.

“Nice try, Jeon!” Spinning around on your heel, you entered the bathroom. This obviously prompted a new round of exclamations. (“Oh my god, there’s a heat rack for the towels!”)

An hour later, you were putting the finishing touches on your make-up while Jungkook changed in the next room. Taehyung had texted fifteen minutes prior and invited everyone to drinks in the lobby. Reading his text had made you laugh, since it made you all sound so grown-up and formal.

The entire event made you feel this way – as though you and Jungkook were two kids playing dress up. College was such a weird time. On the one hand, you lived on your own and were forced to make decisions about your future and on the other, you had barely reached legal drinking age.

College was a strange limbo of job interviews and beer pong in the same twenty-four-hour period. This, though – fixing your make-up while Jungkook changed in the next room – felt scarily adult.

Although you had only been dating for months, you could already see this becoming reality. The realization was startling, making you stare at yourself in the mirror.

“Hey, babe?” Jungkook called from the next room.

“Uh, yeah?”

Somewhat dazed, you screwed the cap on your mascara.

“When are you going to be done? I need to go to the bathroom.”

Sliding your make-up bag off the sink, you gave a final pat to your hair in the lights. Inspecting your face one final time, you turned in your robe and walked from the room.

“Coming!” 

The moment you exited the bathroom, you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook had already gotten dressed and stood beside the window to survey the city. His hair was parted on one side, slightly slicked back with several loose strands hanging about his face. He was dressed in a suit – grey with a black shirt, and by far the fanciest outfit you’d ever seen him in.

Swallowing, you stood there for a moment while you eye-fucked your boyfriend.

Still facing the window, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Are you going to stand there watching me all night?”

“No,” you said loftily, entering the room. “I’m going to get dressed so we can go to the banquet, come back to this room and I can rip that suit off you.”

Jungkook turned, slightly dazed. “Fuck. Yes. That.”

He walked towards you, pausing his stride to brush a chaste kiss to your temple. Grabbing his lapel, you turned him towards you to press a kiss on his lips. Jungkook smiled, melting forward but before you take it any further, he pulled back.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he laughed, squeezing your waist before walking away. “If you kiss me like that, I won’t stop. And then I’ll definitely mess up your hair and we’ll never make it to the restaurant on time.”

Stepping into the bathroom, he shut the door.

You grinned, wandering further into the bedroom. Your dress still hung in the closet; you’d placed it there upon arrival. Thankfully, it didn’t wrinkle too much on the drive here.

“What if that’s what I want?” you called to him through the door. “We can skip the formal, stay here and just have sex.”

Jungkook remained quiet. He hated talking while either one of you was on the toilet – it was a whole thing with him, which resulted in your merciless teasing.

Slipping your dress from its hanger, you moved towards the mirror. "I'll take that as a yes, Jeon!" you said, glancing around for your shoes. "Stay silent if you want to skip the formal, hang out here and have crazy bunny sex."

After a moment, the toilet flushed and the sound of the sink turned on. 

Jungkook yelled back, "What's crazy bunny sex?"

Plopping down on the bed, you set your dress on the duvet. "You know!" you huffed, feeling around when a phone vibrated. "Don't rabbits have like, a crazy high sex drive? Where'd the phrase 'doing it like rabbits' come from?"

"As interested as I am in whatever hybrid fanfic you've dreamt up, maybe–"

Although Jungkook continued to talk, the sound of it faded when you unearthed his cell phone. A name flashed on the screen – BOB SUTHERLAND, which would've meant nothing to you except for the text message.

Hey, Jungkook! Thanks for finally returning my calls. There are a few NHL teams looking for a second-string center and–

The rest of the message was cut off, but it was enough for you to understand. You recognized the name Bob Sutherland. He was a recruiter for the NHL and a damn good one, if Taehyung's word was anything to go by. The fact that he wanted to scout Jungkook didn't surprise you, but it was surprising to hear Jungkook had returned his calls.

Staring at your phone, your heart began to beat a bit faster. Jungkook didn't want to go into the NHL now – did he?

The NHL, or the National Hockey League, was the end game for any hockey player. It was a mixed bag if players went into the league straight out of high school, played in lower leagues for a bit, or played in college until they got recruited. Even then, there were only so many good years an athlete had to play. It made sense for Jungkook to want to leave University for his dream job, but you hadn't thought it would happen so soon.

The sound of the bathroom door opening jerked you from your trance. Frantically tossing his phone to the bed, you grabbed your dress and stood to look around for your shoes.

Stepping into the hall, Jungkook smiled when he saw you. "Is that your dress?" he asked, spotting the fabric. "Are you gonna put it on? Can I watch?"

"I thought you said you didn't want to have sex," you said, forcing yourself to smile as you brushed past him.

"It's not that I don't want to have sex," he grumbled, fastening a cuff link. "It's just that if we did, there's no way in hell we'd make it on time."

Although you continued to smile, the contents of that text replayed in your mind. Exhaling lowly, you tried to push this aside. Jungkook would talk to you about it when he was ready. You couldn't fault him for being curious about graduating early. A lot of NHL and MLB players did it – it’s just, you had thought Jungkook wanted to finish his degree.

Shutting the bathroom door, you leaned your head to the wood and willed your thoughts to remain calm. It would be stupid to blow this out of proportion. You and Jungkook had only been dating for three months; it was too soon to expect him to tell you every little thing. Especially something so ambiguous as potential recruitment.

You two hadn't even said I love you to each other yet.

Jaw clenched, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Maybe that was why you were getting so worked up about this. It wasn't for lack of emotion you hadn't told Jungkook you loved him, but lack of courage. 

You did love him. You had for weeks, maybe months and maybe longer than that.

It was self-preservation that forced you to swallow the words each time Jungkook did something sweet, sexy or just plain adorable. For the number of times you had bitten your tongue over the past weeks, you were surprised you had a tongue left to speak with.

Still, you’d only told one other boyfriend you loved them and that hadn't ended so well. You and Jungkook had only been dating for three months. It was too soon to place that kind of pressure on him.

Especially not if he'd be leaving University at the end of this year.

Fear gripped your heart, forcing its way to your lungs while you willed yourself to breathe. You waited, taking deep breaths until the paralysis subsided. Numbly getting dressed, you tried several times before realizing the futility of your zipper.

Dropping your arms, you opened the door a crack.

"Jungkook?" 

"Yeah?"

It was probably your imagination, but he sounded far away. In more ways than one.

"Can you zip me up?" 

"Sure thing, babe."

As you walked from the bathroom, you held your dress with both hands so it wouldn't fall down. Jungkook's eyes widened as soon as he saw you, seated on the edge of the mattress with his broad thighs spread. 

His phone dropped from his grasp.

"Fuck," he breathed, staring hard.

The longer he looked, the more your face heated. Jungkook had a way of looking at you which set fire to your veins, which made you feel seen and wanted and heard. He exhaled, tongue darting out to touch the corner of his lips and almost imperceptibly, his hands tightened on the duvet.

"The zipper?" you reminded him, fighting back a smile.

"Right. Uh," he said, standing up from the bed. Immediately, he winced. "Um. Give me a second."

After another deep breath, Jungkook walked closer, but his gait remained awkward; concealing his boner.

"Are you sure you can dance like that, Jeon?" you teased as you turned around.

"No," he huffed, hands replacing yours on the dress. "Maybe if you could be a little less hot, that would be great."

"I'll try. Maybe if I put spinach in my teeth, or something."

"Nah. Even then, I'd still do you."

"Wow, that's l–" Clamping your lips shut, you stopped the l-word from escaping. "Um, that's lunacy, Jeon."

When he didn't immediately respond, you began to panic but then Jungkook chuckled, moving the zipper upwards.

"Done," he announced, stepping back.

Slowly, you turned. 

Jungkook's gaze darkened. 

Nervous, you smoothed both sides of your dress down. It had taken you a while to pick this one out; several trips to the mall with Gina and eventually, she’d been the one to make the final call. The dress was more revealing than what you usually wore, with a deep-cut neckline and mostly open back. It did wonders for your curves though, highlighting what Jungkook claimed to be his favorite assets.

Then again, Jungkook claimed that about every part of your body.

Still, the way he stared made you feel Gina had made the right choice.

"Whoa," he said hoarsely.

Laughing, you took his hand in yours and dragged him towards the door. "Come on. We're going to be late."

Playfully, Jungkook dug in his heels. 

"We can be a little late," he said, contradicting himself.

"Nope." Cheerful, you stepped into your heels at the door. "You're the one who said you couldn't control yourself if you kissed me."

Although Jungkook sighed, he grabbed the key and opened the door to the hall. You followed him outside, where Jungkook shoved his wallet in a pocket and gallantly offered his arm.

"M'lady."

"Jungkook," you sighed, accepting the gesture. "That line didn't work on me before. It's not going to work on me now."

"Wrong!" he said as you walked down the hall. "It did work. Now we’re dating, right? You're mine. In like, a romantic way. Not in a creepy, possessive one."

You laughed as the elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. Jungkook followed, refusing to let go of you all the way to the lobby. He wasn't being subtle about it, keeping a hand on your waist, his thigh pressed to yours, his fingers drifting lazily over the curve of your back.

His fondness for touch usually made you feel wanted, but now you couldn't help but wonder if there was something else to it. Maybe the reason he wanted to be so close was because he knew he was leaving at the end of the year.

Stomach sinking, you told yourself to stop it. Jungkook hadn't made any decisions and you were sure he’d talk to you before he did. 

Or – you thought that he would.

Anxiety remained even once the doors opened and you entered the lobby. It refused to lessen throughout the entirety of pre-dinner drinks and even as you rode towards the banquet in the elevator, you found yourself in the back, quieter than normal.

Apparently this was noticeable enough for Gina to pull you aside as you entered, shooing Seokjin away with instructions to find them good seats.

"What's wrong?" she asked, tugging you behind a plant.

"Nothing!" you insisted.

Gina gave you a look.

She was dressed in a slinky red number tonight. You had picked it out right after she made the final decision on yours. Had Gina been allowed to choose, she would've worn the same t-shirt and jeans she always did. You had thought it would be funny to see her in something so sexy, but like everything else, Gina pulled it off effortlessly.

Based on the way people were staring, including her date, you knew you had made the right choice.

She narrowed her eyes. "Something's up," Gina said. "Normally, Seokjin's impression of Christopher Walken cracks you up – god knows why – but today, it didn't even make you crack a smile. What's going on?"

"It's nothing," you insisted, glancing around the room. Jungkook had paused at your table, scanning the crowd to see where you were. "Gina, we really should get–"

"Is it lover boy over there?"

Alarmed, you met her gaze. "Gina!” You dropped your voice. “I told you we hadn't said that yet."

"Oh, please." Gina rolled her eyes. "Boy is so whipped for you, it isn't even funny. He probably just doesn’t want to say it too fast and scare you off. Remember how long it took you to admit that you liked each other? This is the same. You're both playing emotional chicken."

Unable to stop yourself, you snorted. "Emotional chicken? Maybe, but…” Hesitant, you glanced around the floor. “Gina, what if he went into the NHL this year?"

Gina paused. "This year?"

"I mean... a lot of players do. There's only so long you can play hockey professionally."

"That’d make it harder to date for sure. Where’s this coming from, Y/N?"

"Nowhere," you said. "Just something I've been thinking. It would make it harder to date, right?"

"I guess. But so what?"

"I… huh?"

"So what?" she repeated. "Even if Jungkook does leave at the end of this year, how does that change the fact that you love him?"

Having no response to this, you stayed quiet.

Gina reached for your hand. "I'm just saying," she said, a bit gentler. "There’s always a million reasons it might not work out. All you can control is what you do now and how honest you are. Starting with... oh, I don't know... telling your boyfriend how much you love that flat ass of his."

"It's not as flat anymore!" you blurted, defensive. "He's been doing squats."

"Yeah, whatever." Grinning, Gina pulled you from behind the plant. "We should probably get back before Seokjin grabs the mic to sing Tiny Dancer. Just promise me you'll think about telling him?"

"Okay, I'll think about it," you sighed, following her towards the tables.

Spotting you from across the room, Jungkook grinned and waved a hand overhead. Seeing his face, a familiar rush of butterflies appeared. Except it wasn't just butterflies anymore; now there was a whole goddamn symphony and from the moment you saw him, you knew Gina was right.

You should tell him you loved him.

Maybe not now, though because as you approached your table, a familiar silhouette appeared by your side.

"Y/N?" Jimin said, sounding tentative.

Feet faltering, you came to a stop. 

Even from across the room, you could see Jungkook's gaze darken. Jimin stepped between you though, blocking your way to the table. Somewhat reluctantly, you waved Gina on.

"Go on," you said with a sigh. "Tell Jungkook I want the steak."

Gina nodded once, glared at Jimin, and continued walking towards Seokjin. She knew you could handle being alone with him.

Jimin waited until she was out of earshot before speaking. 

"Hi."

"Hey, Jimin."

Nervous, he swallowed. "Um, you look nice tonight. I mean you always look–"

"Jimin," you interrupted, folding your arms over your chest. "Get to the point."

"Right." He gave you an uncertain look. "I just wanted to... apologize."

"Apologize for what?"

Somehow, you managed to keep your expression neutral.

Glancing over his shoulder, Jimin saw Jungkook staring. He sighed and turned back. "For what I did freshman year."

"And what did you do freshman year?"

"Wow." Jimin gave you a half-smile. "You really aren't going to make this easy on me, huh?"

"No," you responded. "I don't think I will."

Something serious, almost sad entered Jimin’s gaze and he nodded. "Right. I guess I deserve that. I wanted to apologize for lying to you freshman year. I should've told you what really happened to Jungkook."

"You should have.”

"I know." Jimin bit down on his lip. "It's just that... I really liked you. And you seemed to like me back, so I thought it would be easier if Jungkook was out of the picture...." He trailed off, looking miserable. "It was stupid, I know."

Some of your anger lessened at his expression. He truly did seem as though he was sorry and while that didn’t change what had happened, it didn’t seem worthwhile to hold onto something so petty.

You hesitated. "It wasn't... stupid, exactly."

It wasn’t stupid in the way he implied and in a way, you realized you understood. You had liked Jimin freshman year, which was what made this complicated. You had also liked Jungkook and maybe you would’ve stood a chance back then if Jimin hadn’t lied. Then again, maybe not.

It was like what you told Jungkook earlier. It was pointless to ask what if because what ifs weren't what happened. All you had was the current situation and where you went from here.

A thought popped into your mind.

"Can I ask you something?" you said, lowering your arms.

Jimin blinked. "Sure."

"Why did you end things between us freshman year?" you asked. It was something you’d wondered for years. "If you liked me enough to go through all that with Jungkook... then what happened?"

Because he had been the one to end your fuck buddy relationship. You had been perfectly fine to continue seeing him sophomore year, but Jimin had been the one to pull back. It was something that’d always bothered you, but you’d never had the courage to ask.

Jimin gave a lopsided smile. "I wanted to date you, Y/N."

"What?” You looked at him, stunned. “When?"

"Freshman year," he said. "I mentioned going on a date a few times. Getting dinner together, being my date to my dorm's formal... you always turned me down and after a while, I stopped asking."

Dimly, you recall what he’s talking about. He mostly asked first semester, but you remember Jimin mentioning all those things. You always thought he wasn’t serious, but maybe that was just what you wanted to think. You were still hurt by Jungkook, not looking for anything real and maybe you were the one pushing Jimin away.

“I… I didn’t think you really liked me like that,” you said quietly.

Jimin offered a sad smile. “I could’ve been clearer, I guess. I didn’t want to scare you, so I was purposefully vague…” Considering, he shrugged. “I broke things off with you because I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way. Call it self-preservation, or whatever.”

“Oh,” you responded, voice small. 

Seeing your discomfort, Jimin sighed. “Hey, it all worked out – didn’t it? I’m having a good time with my date and you and Jungkook look happy together. I’m glad you are. I just wanted to apologize to you in person, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you said slowly. “I appreciate that.”

“No problem.” Jimin hovered a moment, clearly unsure whether to go. “Well. I should be getting back to my table…”

“It’s just,” you said, interrupting. “I’m not the only one you should apologize to.”

Jimin looked at you in surprise.

“I appreciate you saying something to me,” you said. “And I’m not mad anymore, but Jungkook trusted you back then. You were a dick to him just because you liked me. I’m not the only one who deserves an apology.”

Jimin’s cheeks turned a bit pink. “Yeah. I know.”

You paused a moment, but he didn’t say any more and at last, you nodded. “Thanks again, Jimin.  I hope you have a good rest of your night.”

“You, too.”

Turning around, you left his side.

Oddly, your heart felt lighter with each step you took. You hadn’t realized how much the anticipation of that conversation had weighed upon you. Ever since seeing Jimin enter the bus, you had imagined something like this would happen.

Even if Jimin had been avoiding you, it wasn’t like you had been close friends before. Acquaintances, maybe, but even that dwindled once you realized Jimin’s lie to you freshman year. That kind of breach of trust really shook your foundations.

Maybe in the future you could be friends with Jimin again but honestly, you had no inclination to do so now.

Jungkook was already seated when you reached the table, his napkin unfolded and set on his lap. As you took your seat in the chair beside him, he looked over your shoulder.

“What did Jimin want?”

You glanced his way. “He wanted to apologize.”

Jungkook said nothing, his expression inscrutable.

“He said he was sorry about what happened freshman year.”

With a rough sort of laugh, Jungkook sat back in his seat. Playing with the corner of his napkin, he slowly exhaled. 

After a moment, he said, “Now?”

“Huh?”

“Now?” Jungkook turned to face you. “Jimin says he’s sorry now for what he did?”

“I mean, he –”

“He’s just sorry because he got caught,” he muttered, jaw tight.

“Maybe.” You considered, then sighed. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter. He just wanted to apologize. He said he’s glad that we’re happy.”

Jungkook’s next laugh was sharp and he looked away. It wasn’t often he got mad, but when Jungkook did, it was hard to pull out of. He tended to brood, turning things over and over in his mind until the edges were dull.

Reaching out, you placed a hand on his leg. “Hey.”

Jungkook stayed where he was.

Shifting, you reached to place a kiss on his cheek. “Jungkook,” you said softly, squeezing his thigh. “There’s literally nowhere I’d rather be but right here with you.”

Finally, Jungkook caved and turned to look at you. 

His eyes were large and dark, full of something you couldn’t quite place but felt in your soul. Something fluttered in your stomach and you held your breath, anticipating what he was about to say.

His hand covered yours, thumb brushing gently against your palm. “Y/N, I –”

“NOOOO!”

“YES! VINDICATED, AT LAST!”

The sound of the commotion jerked you apart and, craning your head, you spotted the source of the turmoil several seats down at the table. 

Jungkook sat back with a thump, swallowing whatever it was he had to say.

Taehyung stood in front of his chair, one of those silver food platters on the table before him. It seemed dinner had begun to be served and Taehyung had gotten a dish with a lid. When he opened said lid, there had been no food on the plate – only a singular bottle of raspberry Smirnoff Ice.

Dramatically pushing back his chair, Seokjin stood to claim his victory. “Drink!” he declared, spreading his arms. “I’ve finally done it! I’ve bested my enemy, pulled the thorn from my side, tricked the eternal trickster – wait, why are you smiling? Why is he smiling?” he demanded, glancing at Gina.

Gina shrugged.

Taehyung knelt, per the official rules of Icing. He was halfway through what you could only assume to be a very warm bottle of Smirnoff Ice and yet, Taehyung didn’t seem angry. Instead, he had one brow cocked in a way which implied he’d still somehow won.

Seokjin stared at him in confusion.

Continuing to chug, Taehyung gestured beneath Seokjin’s chair.

The next moment seemed to happen in slow motion. Face gone suddenly slack, Seokjin bent and looked under his seat. He paused for a moment, staring at something and then sighed.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

A green apple Smirnoff Ice was under his chair.

“Oh, damn,” whispered Jungkook in sympathy. “Green apple is the worst flavor.”

Finishing his bottle, Taehyung slammed it on the table. “Fuck is right,” he said grandly as he stood. “Don’t forget to kneel, man.”

“But… but – how?” Seokjin cried, looking up. “I checked under my chair before I sat down!”

Mysterious, Taehyung shrugged and sat down. “It’s not your place to question, but to chug.”

As Seokjin sighed and got on with it, Gina leaned over . “Taehyung paid me a hundred bucks to plant it after he’d already sat down,” she whispered, then grinned. “Worth it.”

You snorted into your napkin, hiding it quickly when Seokjin glanced your way. As soon as he was done chugging, Seokjin set his empty bottle on the table and sank low in his seat.

“One of these days,” he muttered to no one. “I’ll get my revenge.”

Gina patted his arm. “Sure you will,” she said, twisting around in her seat. “Oo! They have those mini hot dogs. I love those.”

Seokjin instantly perked up, since he was also a mini hot dog fan. The table settled down after that, once the meals were distributed and people starting to eat. Jungkook cut into his steak beside you, exhaling in relief when he saw it was perfectly cooked. Jungkook had a thing about the temperature of his meat.

You wanted to talk more about Jimin, but the music was loud and the conversation so sensitive, you eventually gave up and figured you’d have time to talk later.

Jungkook’s hand found your thigh midway through the meal, so you knew he wasn’t holding onto a grudge. Or maybe he was and he was just really good at hiding it. Jungkook wasn’t normally the type to be jealous; you knew that wasn’t what this was really about.

It had more to do with what you told Jimin at the end. Jungkook had considered Jimin his friend at one time. It had hurt him as much as you when he’d realized what Jimin had done.

All through dessert you watched Jungkook, trying to read his expression until eventually, his lips quirked and he reached for your hand.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook murmured, arching a brow. “Promise.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”

Jungkook laughed, shoveling the last bite of cake in his mouth. Setting his napkin aside, he stood from his seat and reached for your hand. Pulling you out of your chair, he led you in the direction of the dance floor. Most of the tables had already been cleared, their residents disappeared to start the next part of their evening.

Actual awards were only for the end of year banquet, or so Jungkook had told you on the bus. For the midseason banquet there were superlative awards given out, but they were usually distributed at brunch the next morning.

Jungkook pulled you to face him in the middle of the dance floor. One hand on your hip, he drew you close to the music. 

“I’m positive I’m fine,” he said. “Sorry that I overreacted.”

“You didn’t,” you said, tilting your head up. “I know it’s a sensitive topic.”

“I know.” Jungkook still looked troubled. “It’s like you said, though. Who knows what would’ve happened freshman year? Maybe we would’ve worked out. Maybe not. Either way, there’s no point in worrying. We’re together now and that’s what matters.”

“Right.” Stepping closer, you leaned in and rested your head on his chest. “We are.”

Jungkook’s grip on you tightened. “And besides,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t really want to spend any more time thinking about Jimin tonight. I’d rather think about you.”

“Me?”

“Mhm,” he said, low in your ear. “You, and how beautiful you look in that dress.”

“Just this dress?”

“All dresses. All clothes. Also – no clothes. Hell, you could wear a potato sack and I’d still think it was hot.”

Laughing, you looked up. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

Jungkook grinned, his smile bright in the newly dimmed lights. Within the past half hour, someone had turned down the overhead lights for ‘mood lighting.’ The tables had all been pushed back to clear space for the DJ and make a path to the windows. The sight of the city laid out before you was, indeed, spectacular.

A view rivaled only by the man standing before you.

“What?” Jungkook’s grin widened at your expression.

“Just thinking about how good you look,” you said with a sigh. “Can’t wait to use my present on you later.”

His eyes darkened. “So, it’s something to use on me?”

“Whoops,” you said, delicate. “Did I say that? Must’ve misspoke.”

His grip on your waist tightened as you danced. Lowering his head, Jungkook’s lips grazed your ear.

“Y/N.” He spoke softly, one hand sliding to the small of your back. “Don’t tease me. I’m not above public indecency.”

A thrill ran down your spine. “How indecent?” you asked, just as quiet.

To everyone around you, it merely looked as though you were dancing – turning around the room in time to the song. In reality, Jungkook’s breath quickened while your heartbeat raced, tilting your chin upwards to see him.

His gaze had turned positively carnal. “Y/N, just say the word and I’ll fuck you right here and right now.”

“Jungkook,” you whispered. “There are people around.”

His ensuing smile was cocky. “So? Bet they could learn a thing or two.”

“And you think you’d be the one to teach them?”

“I’d say so,” he said quietly. “Based on how loud you are when you come, I’d say I’m doing something right.”

“I see.” Blithely, you continued to dance. “Its statements like that which are exactly why I needed to bring your present.”

Jungkook’s expression melted to nothing. “Y/N,” he whined, all semblance of cockiness gone. “Please tell me what the gift is?”

“Nope. The build-up is half the fun!”

“When it comes to you,” Jungkook groaned. “It doesn’t take much to get me worked up.”

“Hm. You’ll have to control yourself better than that if you want to cum tonight, babe.”

Jungkook made a tortured sound in his throat. “Y/N...”

“Yes?”

Rather than answer, Jungkook grabbed your hand to pull you from the dance floor. Grinning at the broad panes of his back, you grabbed your dress in one hand so as to not trip on your heels.

“Jungkook,” you laughed, passing knowing expressions. “Slow down!”

Jungkook obliged but continued to walk until he found a suitably secluded alcove. Pulling you with, he turned you around to press your back to the wall, dripping his head for a kiss.

Melting into his touch, your arms found his neck to pull him even closer. Jungkook’s body molded to yours, one arm on the wall while his lips devoured you. You arched against him, fingers sliding up his back to entwine in his hair. Jungkook whined when you tugged, breaking away briefly to rest his forehead to yours.

Breathless, you laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” he murmured.

“Mm, nothing.” Your hands slid to his waist. “It’s just… this kiss reminds me of another one.”

“Which one?”

“You know… the one at that party…”

“Oh, yeah.” His lips quirked. “When I beat you in beer pong.”

“Okay, you didn’t beat me.”

Lowering his head, Jungkook’s lips brushed that sensitive junction between neck and collarbone. A sigh escaped when he slid to rest either hand on the wall beside you. Keeping his body carefully separate, only Jungkook’s hot lips chased over your skin. His tongue flicked a heated path up your throat, holding himself back just to prove that he could.

Pulling away, Jungkook met your gaze. Heat radiated from every line of his body, tempting you further to close the distance between you.

“You’ve gotten better at that,” you whispered. “Less tongue.”

Jungkook’s upper lip twitched.

Before you could respond, he bent to kiss you again and all thoughts of reprimand went out the window. Instead, you arched upwards, craving his touch. Jungkook seemed to be of the same mindset, hips caging yours as he ground his way forward.

Hands returned to his hair, you anchored yourself with each breath you stole. Whatever lipstick you’d had on was long gone by now; Jungkook’s hand found your back and – remembering the backless dress you wore – he groaned.

“What bra do you wear with this, anyways?” he said, pulling back.

“None.” Staring at him, your upper lip curled. “I am wearing underwear, but I’ll admit they don’t leave much to the imagination.”

Jungkook looked tortured. “What are you doing to me?” he pleaded, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes. 

Before you could respond, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to your jaw.

“When we get back to the room,” he murmured, marking his way towards your ear. “I want this dress off. Panties on. Keep the heels on. Splayed out like that on the bed, so I can bury myself between your legs and eat your pussy all fucking night.”

“Sounds ambitious,” you breathed, your head hitting the wall.

“It is.” Jungkook smirked. “I like to set goals for myself. And whether I win or lose, you still win.”

“Oh, do I?”

“Mhm. If I don’t edge you all night, you get to come. And if I do, you still get to come. Win-win.”

Laughing, your fingers curled in his hair. “Well, I –”

“Get a roooom,” Seokjin booed as he walked past. “The bathroom’s right here, guys. People have probably been nauseated walking past you for however long you’ve been back here making out.”

Flustered, you glanced over Jungkook’s shoulder and realized Seokjin was right. The back of his tuxedo disappeared into the men’s bathroom, with the women’s room directly across from it in the hall. Groaning softly, you lowered your face to Jungkook’s lapel.

While you hid, Jungkook started to chuckle. His laughter shook your frame, making you smile until eventually, you started to laugh as well.

“Whoops.” Jungkook pulled back, only to wince. Reaching down, he adjusted the too-tight fabric stretched over his crotch. “Um. Maybe we should head to our room.”

“Already? There’s still a few hours left of the banquet.”

“I know, but…” Jungkook glanced past you, looking into the main room. “We came, we drank, we danced… I just kind of want to be with you now.”

“Well, alright,” you said, allowing yourself to be led down the hall. “If that’s really what you want.”

“It is,” he assured, pressing the down button for the elevator.

You smiled, leaning your head to his shoulder while you waited for its arrival. The lights in the hall were dim, bass thumping loudly from the DJ in the next room. Laughter and shouting echoed down the hall, but the spot by the elevator was relatively quiet.

When Jungkook’s phone went off in his pocket, you jumped. “Oh,” you laughed, glancing up. “That scared me.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook said, fishing around in his pocket.

When he saw who was calling, his expression changed and he immediately pressed off. Stuffing this back in his pocket, he shot you a quick smile and faced forward.

The elevator dinged.

You stared at his back as you entered, uncertainty churning your stomach. Things had been going so well, you had almost forgotten about the events of earlier – the text message you saw on his phone and what it might mean for your future.

Now, it was all you could think about. It wasn’t fair to press Jungkook to talk before he was ready but in all honesty, you were kind of going crazy. As the doors shut behind you, you turned to face Jungkook.

“Who was that?” you asked, innocent.

For a moment, Jungkook looked panicked. He hid this quickly behind a mask of indifference, which looked even stranger than the panic had on his face. Jungkook was not an indifferent kind of person.

“Um, no one,” he said quickly – too quickly. “Just my mom.”

Jungkook was a terrible liar.

Setting aside the fact that he was a classic mama’s boy and would have never have ignored her – maybe he would’ve said he can’t talk right now, but he at least would’ve answered – he now fidgeted anxiously like his feet were on fire. Eyes narrowed, you stared as his profile while the numbers of the floors ticked slowly down.

“You can call her back if you want,” you offered.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, then shut it. “Uh – no, that’s okay. She’ll send me a text if it’s important.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Facing forward, you casually stepped from his arm in the guise of being too warm. The numbers had almost reached the twentieth floor, but it wasn’t the descent which had your stomach tied in knots. In your peripheral, you saw Jungkook glance your way while you stared stubbornly at the doors.

The elevator slowed.

“We’re here,” you announced, striding into the hall.

You kept a few steps ahead of him as you walked, gaze focused on your room at the end of the hall. Even though you knew it was unfair to be mad, you couldn’t help the hurt which hounded your thoughts.

When Jungkook had taken out his phone, you had seen the name of the person calling him – Bob Sutherland, the very same recruiter who’d texted him earlier. Each step you took made you angrier, wondering if he’d already gotten the offer, or maybe he’d even accepted. You weren’t sure what the NHL recruiting process was, let alone what your place in it would be as his girlfriend.

Coming to a stop at your hotel room, you halted and waited for Jungkook to catch up.

He did so easily, brow creased as he reached to take hold of your hand. “Hey,” he said gently, turning you to face him. “Is something wrong? Did you want to stay at the banquet longer?”

You looked at his hand for a moment before raising your gaze to his.

“No,” you responded. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Jungkook hesitated. “Want to talk about it, whatever it is?”

You scowled. “I said nothing’s wrong.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Y/N,” Jungkook said with a smile. “Come on. You can tell me – what is it?”

For a moment, you just stared at him. Your first instinct was to push this down, to pretend it didn’t bother you, but that was cowardly. The situation clearly upset you and trying to pretend otherwise wasn’t fair to you, or to him. 

Before you could change your mind, you blurted, “Why’d you lie about your mom calling you just now?”

The words slipped past in a rush and Jungkook froze. The look on his face would have been comical had the circumstances not been making you sick to your stomach.

“I – what?” 

“Right now,” you explained. “Before we entered the elevator, you said your mom called, but she didn’t. Admit it.”

Jungkook stared at you a second longer, then glanced at the door. “Maybe we should talk about this inside…”

“No. Let’s have the conversation right here.”

Gaze narrowing, Jungkook returned to you. “I really think this is more of an inside the room conversation, Y/N.”

“You can’t tell me you want to go into the NHL in the hall?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I – what? Who told you that?”

“I saw your phone earlier,” you said, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “That NHL recruiter texted you – Bob Sutherland, right? I didn’t mean to see it, but it was right there on the bed, and I…”

Jungkook paused, then shook his head. “And you... waited this long to talk to me?”

“Um, hello?” you shot back. “Pot, this is kettle.”

He winced. “Okay, fine. I guess I deserve that. I just... didn’t want to say anything until I was sure this was even an option.”

Bleakly, you laughed. “What does that mean? You were only going to tell me once you’d decided? Maybe once you had your jersey and a new apartment in some other city?”

Jungkook’s expression darkened. “It’s not like that,” he said as you pulled away.

“It is like that,” you responded, stopping before the door. “Can you open this? I don’t have the room key.”

Jungkook didn’t move. “Y/N.”

“Open the door.”

“Y/N,” he said, softer this time.

You waited another moment, then slowly exhaled. 

“What?” you said, glancing sideways.

This was a mistake, since Jungkook was an awful liar and you could tell he wasn’t lying right now. All his emotion was etched clear on his face – regret, uncertainty, and something more, something stronger. The feeble spark of anger in your stomach extinguished with a hiss.

Stepping forward, Jungkook placed both hands on your arms. “I didn’t want you to stress over nothing,” he said quietly. “That’s the only reason I didn’t tell you right away.”

Jaw tight, you glanced over his shoulder.

“I swear,” Jungkook continued. “It’s just… we haven’t been dating long and things are going so well. I didn’t want to mess things up between us.”

“Don’t you think that’s kind of dumb,” you muttered, moving your gaze to his. “You didn’t want to mess things up, so you kept something big from me?”

“Come on, Y/N,” he pleaded, frustration notched between his brows.  “If I went into the NHL this year, I’d have to leave University before you. I’d have to move to whatever city picked me.”

“I know.”

“We only just started dating!” he said, looking tortured. “You only just started calling yourself my girlfriend. I didn’t want you to break up with me. Not when I don’t even know what I want. I don’t know if I want to go into the NHL this year. I just…” 

He stopped and inhaled, looking helpless.

There was such confusion on his face, such ardent sincerity that whatever anger you felt began to ebb away. It didn’t vanish entirely; you still wish he would’ve told you, but looking at him, you understood why he did it.

“It’s... okay,” you said finally.

Jungkook glanced at you, uncertain.

“It’s okay,” you insisted, sliding both hands up his arms. “I… yeah. It’ll be fine, Jungkook. Now, will you listen to what I have to say?”

Although he seemed skeptical, he nodded.

“Jungkook.” You looked at him seriously. “This is your career, okay? This is your future. I’m not going to break up with you just because you graduate early.”

“You don’t know that,” he countered. “That’s a lot to ask. Long distance is hard, Y/N.”

“I know.”

“It’s unfair of me to ask you to do that.”

“I think I’ll decide what’s unfair to me, Jeon.”

“I just...” Running a hand through his hair, he left the strands ruffled in the back. “I needed more time. More time to figure out what I wanted, more time to make you…”

“Make me what?”

“Make you fall in love with me, too,” he said quietly.

You went still.

The hall around you fell silent – so quiet, you heard the sound of your heart beating. Or maybe that was his; the sound was too loud, whoever it belonged to. It drowned out all coherent thought and left a ringing noise in your ears. 

Before you could respond, Jungkook shut his eyes.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I know it’s too soon. We haven’t been dating that long and fuck, I probably shouldn’t have said it like that. I should’ve done something romantic, right? With flowers and music and – I don’t know. I just love you, Y/N and it’s really hard to keep it in, when –”

Reaching up, you pressed your palms to his cheeks. “Jeon.”

He opened his eyes, face squished in your hands.

“I love you, too,” you said seriously.

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he tried to speak, but the sound was constrained by your hands.

“Oops, sorry,” you said, releasing his face. “What was that?”

“You... love me,” he repeated, dumbfounded.

“Yeah.”

“Wow.” Jungkook paused. “Huh.”

Futilely, you tried to hide your smile. “Is that seriously all you have to say?”

“Kind of.” Jungkook grinned but after a moment, his smile began to disappear. “I really am sorry I lied, Y/N. I promise I wouldn’t have kept it a secret much longer.”

“I know,” you said quietly, taking his hand. “I get why you did it. That’s a giant change to be thinking about.”

“It is, yeah.”

“But,” you added, grip tightening. “I love you, Jungkook. I want to be with you. You don’t have to hide these kinds of things from me.”

Wonderingly, his gaze roamed your face. “No?”

“No. We’ll work through it together. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said, expression softening.

“Good.” You smiled. “You won’t scare me off, Jeon. Promise. Just tell me where your new apartment is and I’ll rack up frequent flyer miles.”

When Jungkook smiled, the corners of his eyes creased. “What if I decide to move to the moon?” he challenged.

“I might question your sanity, Jeon, but I wouldn’t be scared.”

“What if I decided to move to mars?”

“I might be a little scared,” you admitted. “Only because then, you’d probably be neighbors with Elon Musk.”

Jungkook laughed, reaching past to press his key card to the door. The light on the handle turned green, letting you in. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you with, not bothering to turn on the lights.

As soon as the door fell shut behind you, Jungkook turned and pressed you to the wood. He immediately bent and began to kiss up your neck, placing one hand on the door and the other firmly around your waist. Pulling you close, he curved your body to his.

You found yourself no better, one hand sliding into his hair to open his mouth with your own. Jungkook groaned, his voice graveled, and the heat shot straight to your core.

“Jungkook,” you said, breaking away.

“Yeah?” he murmured, kissing back down your neck.

Heart stuttering, you forced yourself to focus. “I love you,” you whispered, your curving in the darkness.

It felt so good to finally say it out loud, to stop holding back what you had been feeling for some time. 

Slowly, Jungkook bent to press his forehead to yours. “You sure?” he said quietly. “Don’t feel like you need to say it because I did. Just because I’m stupid in love with you doesn’t mean you need to be.”

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop being dumb and kiss me.”

Jungkook snorted when you grabbed his tie with one hand to pull him towards you. Elbow buckling, he pressed you against the door while his laughter fanned your face.

Tilting your head upwards, your lips lightly brushed. “Want to know what your present is?”

Jungkook answered immediately. “Yes.”

“It’s going to sound silly now that you told me you loved me.”

“Hey, you said it back!”

“I did.”

“… I still want to know what my present is.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, walking a hand up his chest. “Alright, so maybe I went into that one drawer of your nightstand.”

Jungkook stilled.

“And maybe I brought something for us to play with.”

In the darkness, you heard him audibly swallow. 

“What… what did you decide to bring?”

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you lifted your lips to his ear. “Maybe the handcuffs.”

The next moment happened faster than you could comprehend.

Seizing you around the waist, Jungkook picked you up to carry you towards the bedroom. You squealed, smacking his ass from your upside-down position. Ignoring you, Jungkook flipped on the light as he walked and, upon reaching the bed, deposited you on the mattress.

You bounced on the landing, grinning as you adjusted yourself on the duvet.

Jungkook had already begun to remove his tie. He paused with it half-undone, staring at you on the sheets. Wriggling your ass deeper, you arched a brow.

“Alright.” Jungkook placed his hands on both hips. “How do you want to do this?”

You grinned. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at your hands. “I mean – do you want to wear the cuffs, or should I? Should we do this on the bed? Do you want the cuffs on my wrists, or what?”

“Whoa,” you exhaled, sitting up. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”

Jungkook paused, then nodded and smiled. 

Leisurely, he began to walk towards your suitcase. He undid his cuffs as he walked, placing them on the nightstand before he bent to the zipper. Opening the flap, he scanned the inside and immediately spotted the handcuffs on top of your sweatpants.

Glancing over his shoulder, he arched a brow. “Really?”

“What?” you said, somewhat defensive. “I wanted to protect them from damage.”

Jungkook reached out and shut your suitcase. With the cuffs dangling from one hand, he stood and looked once more at you. A hunger had entered his gaze which made you squeeze your thighs together.

“Why don’t we start with you?” he said, moving closer. “I’ll make you feel good and then you can decide if you want to cuff me.”

“That sounds good,” you whispered.

Jungkook came to a stop at the foot of the bed. Gaze raking your frame, he traced every curve with an indecency bordering on obscene.

“I wasn’t kidding before,” he said, gaze lifting. “I want you naked except for those heels and your panties.”

A thrill traveled your spine, slowly extending your legs to stand from the bed. Without looking away, you reached behind your back to slowly unzip your zipper. You caught your dress before it fell, pressing it to your chest and keeping it there.

Jungkook exhaled. “The rest of it, sweetheart,” he said, sounding hoarse. “I want to see those pretty tits of yours on display.”

“Oh, do you?”

Teasing, you lowered the fabric until your nipples were practically visible. They caught at the fabric, pressed against silk while Jungkook swallowed hard.

“Yes, please,” he said.

Without looking away, you dropped your dress to the floor.

Jungkook sucked in a breath as he stared. His gaze trailed your breasts, rounded and peaked; the apex of your thighs, where you could already feel yourself slick with arousal. He glanced at your feet, still in the heels he said not to change out of.

A growl escaped him when he reached for his cock. Palming himself over his pants, Jungkook stared hard at your body.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, needing him to touch you.

His gaze snapped to yours. “Look at you,” he murmured, stepping closer. Sliding a hand to the back of your neck, he tilted your face up. “Nipples already hard for me.” Reaching out, he palmed your breast. “Is this pussy wet for me, too?”

“You know it is,” you said breathily.

Nose ghosting your neck, Jungkook traced a path down your throat. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“What’re you going to do?”

“Gonna take a look.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Gonna see how wet I can get you – just me, though,” he said, stepping back. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself yet. Understand?”

Eager, you nodded.

It had been a few months since you started having sex and in that time, you had learned to read each other well. Jungkook knew that after a fight, you usually liked him to be in control. The mental exhaustion was tiring and you just wanted to come, and come hard.

“Good,” Jungkook said with a smirk. “Now, sit on the bed.”

Turning around, you sat and scooted until your back hit the headboard. Jungkook’s hands found his belt, slowly undoing each notch while you watched. Pulling this from the loops, he dropped it on the floor to shrug from his jacket.

Once free, he knelt one knee on the bed. “Spread your legs,” he said quietly. “Good girl.”

You obeyed, feeling liberated by the lack of control. You trusted Jungkook to take care of you, to listen to you and to know when to stop. It was part of what made sex which him better than anyone else. He understood you in a way you found hard to describe.

“Here?” you asked, spreading your legs on the sheets.

Jungkook moved towards you. “Here,” he agreed, slipping one metal cuff around your wrist.

You inhaled when he closed it, threading the links behind the bedpost and taking your other hand in his. He clicked the second cuff in place, leaving you with both arms overhead, splayed out on the mattress. Arching experimentally upwards, you found your arms restrained.

Withdrawing, Jungkook sat back on his heels. He stared at you a moment, then slid his hands up your torso. Almost recently, he bent his head to flick your nipple with his tongue.

“Oh,” you gasped, arching upwards.

Your wrists strained at the metal, but the sensation was more discomfort than actual pain. The fact that you couldn’t touch him had your skin on fire. Jungkook’s mouth was sloppy, teasing your nipples just the way you liked, urging them to peaks so he could suck with abandon. You arched on the mattress, the cold metal of handcuffs biting into your skin.

You hadn’t been lying – you’d never done this sort of thing with any previous boyfriend but with Jungkook, you found yourself wanting to explore. No one had ever made you feel this comfortable, this open and trusting he would make you feel good.

Switching to your other breast, Jungkook blew on it gently before taking it in his mouth. When he grazed you with his teeth, you let out a whimper and he sucked in earnest. The noises he made made your cheeks heat, your barely clothed core grinding against the duvet.

Your lace thong was sticky, drenched in evidence of easy arousal. Jungkook seemed to realize this as you did, his finger drifting to dip beneath the edge of the fabric. Reluctantly pulling away from your chest, Jungkook twisted the fabric to stare at your cunt.

Although you couldn’t see, you could feel how indecent it was. Drenched lace snagged in the folds of your pussy, revealing your glistening sex to his darkened gaze.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned, brushing his thumb up your folds.

The way you shuddered made him moan and he did it again. Jungkook’s thumb slid lower, lazily stroking the entrance of your pussy. He teased until you clenched around him with need, arousal dripping from your cunt to gather at your ass.

“Feet up.” Jungkook pulled back. “Thighs spread.”

You did as he said, placing your heels on the mattress to spread your legs. Jungkook’s jaw clenched at the sight, staring hazily at you like it was the first time. Immediately, he bent and lowered himself between your legs.

“Y/N,” he moaned, dragging his tongue up your sex.

You shuddered at this, tugging on your restraints, which held. Arching against him, you pushed your hips forward while Jungkook ate you out. He wasted no time, lips immediately wrapping around your swollen clit, coaxing you hard and fast towards your first orgasm of the night.

Sliding both arms under your thighs, Jungkook used them as leverage while he licked your pussy. Burying himself between your legs, he devoured you with such ecstasy, you could barely breathe.

The hard lines of his back strained against his shirt and you wished this was gone, wished you could see his pretty skin, but Jungkook seemed determined to make you come like this – his tongue buried in your cunt and his nose brushing your clit.

Your entire body seized, ready to come but then he pulled back and slid two fingers in at the hilt.

Gasping, your entire pussy quivered when his tongue returned to your clit. “Oh my god,” you blubbered, arching against him. “Oh my fucking god, Jungkook.”

His fingers were relentless, immediately fucking the warm wetness of your pussy. The squelch they made sliding in and out was obscene, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It felt too fucking good, with them pounding your cunt and making you see stars.

If you could have, you would’ve grabbed his hair and ridden his face, but you couldn’t. Instead, you arched as hard as you could and gripped your thighs together – Jungkook growled between them – unable to do anything but take it when he gave you your orgasm.

It crashed into you like a wave as you cried out in pleasure below him. You shuddered apart; Jungkook kept both arms wrapped around you until you were done. As the pleasure finally subsided, he gradually slowed his mouth to look up.

He grinned, lips red and wet from his exertions.

With a groan, you collapsed back on the bed. The metal bit into the skin of your wrists, your chest rising and falling while Jungkook shifted above you.

“You okay?” he asked gently, dropping a kiss to your lips.

You nodded, turning your head to capture him in a kiss. Jungkook kissed eagerly back, thighs settling on either side of your hips. He finally pulled away, reaching for the bedside to locate the key.

“Yeah,” you said, waiting for him to unlock the cuffs. “I feel really good, in fact.”

Jungkook grinned and released the cuff from your right wrist. You lowered your arm to your side while he undid the other, patiently waiting for your wrists to be freed. When you were, Jungkook bent his head to press his lips where the cuffs used to be.

He then moved to your feet – you had nearly forgotten you still wore your heels, but Jungkook slid them easily off to drop them to the floor.

You moved to sit up but Jungkook bent and kissed you again. His hands slid to your hair, thighs caging your waist while his tongue slipped past your lips. Desire lazily curled in your stomach; rather than sate you, your previous orgasm had left you hungry for more.

“Jungkook,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Why’s your shirt still on?”

Jungkook snorted and sat back, reaching for his front. Without looking away, he began to undo his buttons. He moved slowly, pushing each button through fabric at a maddening pace until you whined and pressed your hips up to his.

“Eager?” he teased, tugging an arm from the sleeve.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor, you sighed in satisfaction. No matter how many times you saw him, the sight of Jungkook shirtless never ceased to amaze.

“Wait – stay there,” you said, reaching to run a hand up his front.

One of Jungkook’s tattoos dipped to his pec, swirling above his dusky nipple in delicate lines. When your thumb casually brushed this, he shuddered.

Pleased, you looked up. “Sensitive, Jeon?”

“You know I am,” he grumbled, though he seemed far from perturbed. Gaze glinting in darkness, Jungkook lowered himself to his palms. “Do it again.”

You obeyed, casually dragging a finger over his pert, rosy nipple. Jungkook inhaled through his teeth, staring at you while you began to tease. When your fingers moved to his other nipple, he actually whined and lowered his head.

“Okay,” you said, making a decision. “I’m going to need you in those cuffs now.”

Jungkook lifted his head. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” you exhaled.

He immediately sat back on his heels, shirtless and slacks strained across his erection. It was obvious from the way he sat it was uncomfortable and yet, Jungkook made no move to relieve himself. The sight sent a thrill down your spine.

This scenario had crossed your mind more than a few times, you had to admit. Having Jungkook seated before you, ready to do whatever you wanted. He was just so big and strong – the sight of him kneeling was more than you could bear.

“Scoot back,” you said, jerking your chin at the headboard.

Jungkook obeyed, scooting until he leaned against the latticed metalwork of the bed. Arching a brow, he asked, “What now?”

“Now,” you said, grabbing the handcuffs to move towards him. “I’m thinking about how I want you.”

He smirked. “What’re you thinking?”

“I could cuff you to the bed,” you wondered. “Or… no, I know what I want. Get back on your knees.”

Jungkook licked his lips and nodded, moving into position.

“Wait,” you said, making him pause. “Take off your pants first.”

He stopped and slid his hand under the top of his slacks. Undoing first the button, then the zipper, Jungkook slowly dragged them down muscular thighs. Once his slacks fell to his ankles, Jungkook kicked them to the floor.

“Now your boxers,” you instructed, gaze hungrily roaming his frame.

The handcuffs remained in your hand, but Jungkook paid them no attention while he stripped down to nothing. Keeping his gaze on yours, he dragged his boxers lower. The second his cock was freed, it sprang up to smack his muscled abs.

You nearly groaned at the sight of how hard he was. The tip of his cock was reddened and leaking, a thick bead of cum working its way down his shaft.

“Hands behind your back,” you said, lifting your gaze.

Jungkook did as he was told, the muscles in his biceps bulging as he went. Although you audibly swallowed, you pushed past this and went to attach the first cuff.

“Is this okay?” you asked, glancing up at his face.

Jungkook smirked. “Yeah. Put the other one on.”

Cheeks hated, you nodded and fastened the other behind his back. Jungkook exhaled, dark hair flopping forward while he experimentally tugged with his arms. The cuffs didn’t give. You stared at him a moment, drinking in the sight of him naked, kneeling and utterly yours.

Unable to stop it, you smiled.

Jungkook glanced up. “What’s that look for, baby?”

“Nothing,” you said, scooting backwards. “You just, um…”

“What?”

“Look fucking hot.”

His cheeks flushed, a fact you found endearing – even with his dick standing hard and thick between his thighs. Bending, you placed a hand on either side of his legs.

Curious, you looked up. “Have you ever done this before?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No. I never really… wanted to do this with anyone else.”

Warmth filled you, knowing exactly what he meant. There’d been no one else you trusted this much either. It was a strange thing to relinquish control, to surrender yourself to someone else and trust they wouldn’t hurt you.

“Same,” you whispered. 

You bent and licked a strip up his cock.

Jungkook groaned, head rolling back as you teased his length. Sitting up, you spit in your palm to wrap most of the way around his cock. You began to slide up and down and Jungkook exhaled, thighs twitching beneath your palm. His eyes drifted shut, enjoying your touch as you stroked his dick.

Seeing the way his arms strained at the cuffs, you grinned. “Enjoying yourself?”

He cracked open an eye. “Wanna touch you,” he said.

“Too bad,” you sing-songed, bending to wrap your lips around his cock.

Jungkook groaned, straining once more against the cuffs. You refused to take him all in your mouth at one go, sucking on the tip before tracing his sensitive head with your tongue. Jungkook exhaled, hips pushing forward in an attempt to coax you further onto his dick.

Pulling back, you left him with a pop. “Uh-uh,” you said. “You’re not the one in control here, Jeon. I am.”

“Oh, yeah?” A devilish glint entered his eyes. “Prove it.”

Heart pounding, you pushed yourself up and moved closer. Sliding a hand into his hair, you angled his head to kiss him on the lips. Jungkook melted forward, lips chasing yours before you pulled back. 

Settling just beyond his reach, you smiled and let your hand return to his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook whimpered.

“In a bit,” you answered, thumb brushing his tip.

Jungkook’s tongue poked the side of his cheek, staring while you continued your motions. Head lowering, you took him again in your mouth and slid partway down. Lifting off, you trailed his frenulum with your tongue and then bent to take him all the way.

“Shit,” Jungkook gasped, staring while you deep-throated his cock. “Fuck – that feels so good, baby. Ah.”

His hips bucked when you took him deeper and in response, you pulled back.

“Nope,” you said with a smirk. “Every time you do that, I’ll stop. Keep still, baby,” you said, continuing to fist him with one hand. “You can do that for me, right? Be a good boy?”

Jungkook’s gaze turned heavy with desire. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I’ll be so fucking good for you, baby. Promise.”

Taking him back in your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks to move faster. Balancing both palms on his thighs, you forced your head down until you gagged on his cock. Pulling back, you let spit break over your lip and fisted him roughly, making him sloppy and wet.

Jungkook whimpered again, straining at the cuffs. His nipples were rock hard and upon seeing this, you lifted to lick over a nub.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook blurted, hips thrusting forward.

You let him fuck your hand for a few seconds, his hard length chasing the warmth of your hand. And then you pulled away, relinquishing your grip and Jungkook’s eyes widened, realizing what he’d done.

“No,” he groaned, chest sagging.

He looked utterly defeated by the realization you might stop – or at the very least, you’d make him work for it harder. The only thing wrong with this assumption was that you were now obscenely horny and just wanted him inside you.

“It’s okay, baby.” Using the same hand, you lifted his chin. “You did so well, lasting for me as long as you did.”

Jungkook looked at you, hopeful. “So, you’ll let me come?”

“Oh. No.” His face fell. “At least,” you allowed, positioning yourself over his cock, “not until I feel you inside me.”

It had been a few weeks since you had stopped using condoms. Soon after you started dating, you decided to get tested since you were already on the pill. It was worth it the first time he came inside you and swirled his fingers through the mess.

Jungkook watched you remove your sodden panties, dropping them on the floor and returning to his lap. Lowering yourself, you let the soaked folds of your center gently brush his cock. Jungkook hissed as though you had wounded him, straining against the cuffs like he could break them.

Immediately, you stopped. “Jungkook?” you asked, gaze roaming his face in concern. “Are you still okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, practically panting. “Fuck, yeah. I’m good, but I need to be inside you. Now.”

“So impatient,” you tsk-d, reaching to grasp his cock beneath you. One hand on his shoulder, you began to lower yourself on his length.

Just his tip entered at first, parting the velvet walls of your sex and making you moan. You’d already come once tonight, but with how tight you were, that seemed a distant memory. Sliding your hand lower on his cock, you dropped yourself lower to take him inside you.

Jungkook stared; transfixed by the sight of him entering your pussy. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Feel stretched enough, baby? Need anything from me?”

“N-no,” you stuttered, already feeling the burn.

He looked up and arched a brow. “How about this?” he murmured, shifting his weight. “Since I can’t use my hands or my tongue on your pussy, how about I get you wet like this?”

“Like what?”

“Take your hand off my cock so you can touch yourself,” he suggested sweetly. “Put your finger in my mouth first, though. Wanna taste you.”

You obeyed, thighs trembling as you released him and brought your finger to his lips. Jungkook opened, wrapping his lips around your digit to easily suck. You inhaled at the sight, thoroughly aroused as you felt yourself slip another inch on his length.

Jungkook released your finger. “Now put that hand between your thighs,” he said, waiting for you to do so. “There you go, baby. I know how swollen your clit was when I sucked on you earlier. Is it still like that? Still puffy and needy for me?”

Slipping your hand between your legs, you circled your sex. “Yeah,” you breathed, sinking down on him another inch. “It’s still like that.”

“Good.” Jungkook smirked. “Give it a pinch, then slowly rub it.”

The second you did this, a wave of pleasure swept through you.

“Again,” Jungkook said.

You did it again.

“And again.”

This time when you did it, you felt your hips settle against his. Glancing down in surprise, you realized his cock had nestled all the way inside you – his thick girth split you so prettily, the wetness of your pussy soaked into his base.

“Oh,” you exhaled, looking up.

Jungkook’s eyes glinted. “Ride me.”

The way he spoke sparked fire in your veins, reaching for his shoulders as you slowly moved upwards. Once you were nearly empty, you dropped to take him all in one motion. You gasped at the sensation, head tipping back as you did it again.

Gripping his shoulders, you controlled the pace to slowly move up and down. You went purposefully slower, reveling in the feeling of him being inside you, the sight of his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.

Leaning onto your palms, you lifted your hips and sunk down on his cock. You swiveled your hips as you went, letting him feel how wet you were for him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groaned, taking a deep breath.

His gaze roamed your chest, rising and falling with your hips; your cunt, swallowing him whole to drip onto his thighs. A moan left him at the sight of your clit, so swollen and pretty but unable to touch.

“Baby,” he moaned.

“Yeah?”

Sitting up straight, you let him fall from your body and repositioned yourself above him. Sinking down on his length, you slid both hands to his hair and eagerly kissed him. Your chests brushed as you rode him, rolling your hips over his massive cock.

Growing impatient, Jungkook finally snapped his hips upwards. “Please,” he panted, lips dropping down your throat. “Please undo the cuffs, Y/N. I need to fuck you.”

“Okay,” you agreed, reaching beside you to grab the key.

It took you a few seconds to unlock a cuff and the moment you did, Jungkook moved. He didn’t wait for the other one to be released – pushing you back on the bed, he hiked your leg up and buried himself in you to the hilt. Lips parted, you stared at him dazed as he suddenly filled you. The stretch felt so fucking good, your eyes watered.

Softening, Jungkook brushed a kiss to your lips. “That okay?” he murmured, reaching down for your clit.

It was swollen, like he said and your eyes nearly rolled back as he began to play with you.

“Oh my god, yes,” you mumbled, stretched out beneath him. “Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me hard.”

His gaze immediately darkened. “Alright, baby.”

Knowing exactly what you meant by this, Jungkook pulled out. He flipped you over, pulling your ass in the air so your pussy was on display. His fingers swiped at your entrance, feeling how soaked you were before he lined himself up and plunged inside you. It was a more intense stretch this way – his cock hit so deeply like this, filling you up with a despondency you craved.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, chest pressed to the bed.

Your thighs were eagerly spread, Jungkook’s hands on your hips while he fucked himself into you. Each time he filled you left you groaning, your pussy deliciously stretched by his massive cock.

“That’s it,” Jungkook grunted, fingers gripping your waist. “God, you take my cock so well, baby. Such a good little slut for me.”

He paused, waiting for your reaction and you moaned in response. You weren’t always in the mood, but sometimes all you wanted was to be called his filthy whore. Wanted Jungkook to use your pussy like his cum dump, fucking you over and over like he couldn’t control it.

“That’s right,” you groaned, spreading your legs wider. “All yours, baby.”

Jungkook grunted and spanked you, jolting you forward. Your ass quivered when he did this again, timing his efforts with each thrust of his cock.

“Fuck yeah, it’s for me,” he panted. “Got you on all fours like a bitch in heat. You just want to be stuffed full of cock – right, baby? Want your pussy fucked full of cum?”

“Yes,” you moaned, pushing back. “Full of your cum, Jungkook. Oh.”

“That’s right – only my cum,” he said, satisfied. “Only my dick knows how to fuck you this good.”

You moaned, unable to be more coherent than that.

“You think the rest of the floor can hear you?” Jungkook mused, his hips never wavering. “Think they can hear you moaning my name, making such a sweet mess of my cock? Think they’re all jealous they don’t have a perfect pussy like yours?”

“Fuck, Jungkook!” you gasped, arching your back.

He spanked you again. “Hope they can all hear what a perfect slut you are. How nicely you take a big cock, how much you like being fucked full of my cum.”

Reaching down, Jungkook slipped an arm under your chest. He lifted you against him, pressing his chest to yours from behind. His hips never ceased, his cock continuing to split you open while he fucked like that. You could feel yourself quivering, core clenching hard on his cock while you neared your next orgasm.

Which is why it felt so sudden when Jungkook decided to pull out.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, sagging in his hold.

Your head spun, wanting – needing­ – to come and if it weren’t for his arms around you, you would have collapsed to the sheets. Jungkook kissed your neck once before he turned you around and laid you down on the bed. It was necessary for him to take the lead since your thighs were still shaking.

Balancing his weight on his palms, Jungkook gave you a shy smile. “I just…” He shook his head. “I wanted to see you.”

Melting at his words, you stared back at him. His gaze was so open, so hopeful that you lifted your arms and pulled his chest down to yours.

“Wanna see you too,” you whispered, kissing him softly.

Jungkook reached down to position himself between your thighs and this time when he filled you, it felt different. He began to move slowly, rolling his hips while he kissed down your throat.

Each thrust he gave was deep, purposeful, and designed to complete you. It did – no, he did, you realized as your arms slid around him. When he fucked you like that, each roll of his hips brushed your clit and soon enough you found yourself right back on the edge.

“Jungkook,” you groaned, pressing your face to his shoulder.

Your fingers dug into his skin, hips chasing his while he buried himself inside you. Over and over, his cock hit that place deep inside which made you cry out beneath him.

“Oh,” you gasped, clutching him tighter. “Jungkook.”

Dropping to one elbow, he began to fuck you faster. Grabbing one of your knees, he hiked this over your waist and began to thrust harder, driving you towards your orgasm.

“Love you,” he murmured, hips chasing yours. “Fuck.” Jungkook sighed. “So glad I can say that now.”

“Love you too,” you whispered, fingers curling into his hair.

With each thrust he gave, you felt yourself closer to falling apart. His heat was everywhere – on your lips, on your neck, with his thick cock inside you. It was nearly unbearable, how full of him you felt.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, burying your face in his chest. “P-please. Come inside me. Wanna feel you.”

“Yeah?” His breath hitched. “You want me to fill you up? Get this pussy all messy with my cum?”

“Please, Jungkook,” you gasped.

“You first,” he demanded, thrusting into you with an intensity which stole the breath from your lungs.

Gasping him by the shoulders, you felt yourself clench as he fucked you harder. When you came, it was with his name on your lips and his cock inside you. Feeling you clench tightly around him, Jungkook swore and gave several deep thrusts.

It was only a few seconds later you felt him release, hot spurts of cum filling up your cunt. There was so much of it, your pussy eagerly taking until it couldn’t take anymore. You felt some of it dribble out the sides, sliding to your ass from your fucked-out hole. Jungkook stayed there as long as he could, pushing his cum deeper inside you with each lazy thrust.

Your sensitivity was overwhelming but you pushed through it, wanting him to stay inside you as long as possible. Arms wrapped around him, you pulled his chest down to yours and smiled happily upwards, feeling his cock soften inside you.

Jungkook brushed a kiss to your forehead. “Y/N…”

“Yeah?”

“Can we get this other cuff off me?”

Snorting, you looked and realized he still had the cuffs attached to his left wrist. Twisting beneath him – Jungkook whined when he slipped out – you reached for the key. He immediately brightened once the cuff was released.

You grinned. “Better?”

“Better,” Jungkook said, flopping back down.

“Jungkook!” you grunted when he landed on your hips.

“Hm?”

“I need to get up.”

“No, you don’t.” He pancaked on top of you and grinned. “See? Now you’re trapped.”

Laughing, you grabbed for his bare ass. “I really have to get up,” you said. “All your cum is still inside me, Jeon.”

“Damn, okay,” he said, shaking his head. “If that’s a hint, fine. I’ll eat it out of you, just give me a minute.”

Your eyes widened, intrigued by this idea but you pushed it aside. “No – now, Jeon,” you said.

Jungkook grinned. “Alright,” he exhaled, rolling off. “But come back here soon!”

“Or else what?” you said, swinging your legs over the bed.

“Or else I’ll be lonely.”

When he exaggeratedly pouted, you laughed.

Stretching both arms overhead, you made your way towards the bathroom. Your entire body felt sated; full of that heavy-limbed sensation which only came from a mind-blowing orgasm. At the bathroom you paused and looked over your shoulder.

Jungkook remained on the bed, hair rumpled and clothing still on the floor. He looked gorgeous, but that wasn’t what first crossed your mind. The first thing you thought was you wanted more nights like this in the future.

Not just the sex part (although that would be nice), but this. Him in your bed, ready to go to sleep next to you. Ready to wake up in the morning. Laughing and talking and just being together.

It was easy to picture yourself doing this with him five years from now, twenty, even fifty. Realizing this, you paused and waited for the panic to come.

Nothing happened and after a moment, you exhaled.

Jungkook glanced up from the bed, caught you looking and smiled – which sent a wave of rightness through you. This might be it, you realized. He might be it.

Oddly enough, the thought didn’t scare you at all.

© kpopfanfictrash, 2020. Do not copy or repost without permission.

Author’s Note: Thank you very much for reading!

THE ART OF MORE CHARACTER ASK GAME

[raeandwhatnot]

Study Break- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: You are doing an assignment for college and Charlie comes to the rescue!

Warnings: none just FLUFF

Words: 1.4k

A/N: Hello! This is my first one-shot/imagine, and I hope you like it! I am obsessed with jatp and Charlie right now, so expect that a lot right now XD I will soon be writing harry potter, marvel, and teen wolf stuff as well! Enjoy this Charlie Gillespie imagine!

“Baaaabe?” I hear Charlie call out from down the hall. I look at the time to see it was 7PM. He must have just gotten home from work. I’ve been doing college assignments for the past four hours straight! I just couldn’t get these math problems right! I knew I should have taken my math credit sooner!

“I’m in our room!” I shout back. I rub my eyes to make sure that I don’t look so exhausted. I tried to continue doing my work when Charlie walks into our room. I turn my head to see he had Subway in his hands. “Aw, you got us dinner?”

Charlie chuckles, “Of course! I knew you would be working so much you would have forgotten to have dinner. Plus, I was hungry, and I didn’t want to make food. How is your work coming along, by the way?”

I shake my head and turn towards my computer, “I can’t figure out these last few problems! I am almost done, too! See, this is why I am a theatre major!” I exclaim in frustration.

Charlie sets down his backpack next to the bed, walks over to me, and kisses my forehead. “You need a break. Let’s eat,” Charlie says while his lips are still on my forehead. As much as I wanted to try to get this assignment done, I knew getting food in my body would make me feel better.

“What did you get me?” I ask while shutting my computer.

“I got you a six-inch meatball sub with cool ranch Doritos and two chocolate cookies. Just like you always get,” Charlie smiles and hands me my bag of food.

“Wow, I can’t believe you remembered my order!” I said in aw. Charlie and I have been dating for about four months now, and sometimes I can’t believe he remembers these little things like what I get from a random fast food place!

Charlie sits crisscross on the bed, “Babe, you get it every single time! How could I forget?”

I shrug my shoulders while unwrapping my sandwich, “I don’t know. It’s a small thing that I wouldn’t think someone besides my family would remember.”

Charlie shakes his head and chuckles, “You underestimate my memory! I am offended!” I roll my eyes at his sarcasm and take a bite of my food. Charlie then scoots on his side of the bed and pats on my side, “Come here, babe. Let’s watch some TV while we eat.”

I grab my bag and sit next to Charlie. He turns on the TV and changes it to Netflix so we can continue re-watching The Vampire Diaries. Once we were done eating our food, I snuggled up next to him. I could feel my eyes getting heavy from the long day of college assignments. When the episode ended, I almost fell asleep, but I quickly open my eyes and sit up so I don’t fall asleep. Charlie notices how tired I am, “Why not just end the day and get a goodnights rest.”

I shake my head and rub my eyes, “I can’t. I had my break, and now I need to finish this assignment tonight. I won’t want to tomorrow, so I need to do it now.” I get up from the bed and back to my desk to turn on the computer.

“(Y/N), it’s now 8 o’clock. You don’t like to do assignments this late!” Charlie says while throwing away our trash.

“I know, but I can’t leave this unfinished. It’s due tomorrow, and I wanted to turn it in a little early,” I say pulling up my work.

Charlie walks over to me and bends down to my level. “Well, I have missed you all day! Why don’t we cuddle while you finish?” Charlie asks.

I turn my face towards him to see that he was pouting like a child. I giggle at his actions and kiss his pouting lip. “Fine, but don’t distract me too much. I need to get a good grade.”

Charlie’s eyes light up, “I promise I won’t distract you!” Charlie pecks my lips and jumps on the bed. I grab my computer and notebook and follow Charlie to his spot. I sit right in front of him and lay on his chest with my computer and notebook on my lap. As I was doing my work, Charlie was on his phone while connected to his his airpods in one hand and with his other hand he is caressing my arm and thigh to help comfort me.

Time passes by, and I finally figure out the last few problems of my homework. I quickly turn it in and shut my computer. I toss my computer and notebook to the side, turn around, and I wrapped my arms around behind Charlie. He puts his phone down and takes an airpod out of one ear. “I’m guessing you’re done! I knew you would figure it out!” Charlie says as he places one hand on my back and one hand on my head.  

“That took too long. I can’t wait for this semester to be over so I don’t have to take math ever again,” I whine which is muffled against Charlie’s chest.

“I know, babe. You’ve just got a couple weeks left,” Charlie says while playing with my hair.

I groan loudly, “I know, but I just want to be done already!” Charlie chuckles at my complaining and kisses my forehead. I unwrap my arms around him and sit up to where I was sitting in front of Charlie. He looks at me with a goofy smile. “Thanks for putting up with me and my complaining with school.”

Charlie also sits up from his slouched position. “It’s nothing. College isn’t easy, and of course you are going to have rough patches along the way. You have every right to be frustrated at times,” Charlie says while pulling me closer to him.

“Yeah, but I feel like I just complain about it all the time. I just appreciate your patience,” I say while getting even closer to Charlie. Our faces were only a couple inches away.

“I’m always here for you,” Charlie smiles, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. I smile back and kiss him lovingly. Charlie kisses back immediately and pulls me towards him. We end up laying on the bed, and I giggle in the kiss. Charlie pulls away as he turns the both of us on our side. He then rests his hand on my cheek and rubs his thumb on my cheek bone. “I’m super proud of you, (Y/N).”

I blush at his comment, “Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate it.” As Charlie was rubbing his thumb on my cheek, I could feel my body telling me that it was time for bed. I kiss Charlie’s nose, “I am going to get ready for bed.”

“Yeah, I’m getting tired, too,” Charlie says while yawning. I give Charlie two more pecks on the lips and get off the bed. I grab clothes from my drawers and go into the bathroom to get changed. I quickly do my nightly routine so I can go back to cuddling with Charlie. Finally, I finish getting ready for bed and go back into our room. I see Charlie now changed into sweatpants and no shirt. He was on his phone texting. He then noticed I came back in a huge, baggy shirt and shorts. He puts his phone down, “I know you’re tired, but do we want to watch one more episode of Vampire Diaries?”

I look at the time to see that it was 8:30. “Yeah! We can watch one more episode. Plus, Klaus is about to come into the show!” I say while climbing into bed. Charlie clapped his hands and whispered a happy ‘yes’, and he turned on the TV back on so we can continue watching the show. Charlie pulls up his side of the covers to climb into bed with me. I rest my head on his shoulder and place my hand on his bare chest. Charlie rests his head onto mine and holds my hand that’s on his chest.

He gives me a quick kiss on my forehead, “I love you, babe.”

I look up to Charlie and say softly, “I love you, too!” He smiles down at me and pecks my lips. I go back to resting my head on his shoulder, and watch the show before we ended up falling asleep when the episode ended. 

[hqhunybuns]

hot, steamy, slow shower sex with osamu after practice 👁👁

I thirst after Osamu with a heavy passion 😩👌

Shower sex with Osamu after practice

The weekend never looked so dull-- usually your weekends were full of debauchery and mischief, either from the Miya twins antics or your other friends dragging you along to a sleepover or random three a.m. Walmart trips; it was a nice break from your usual rambunctious life.

Your parents had fled your home for the weekend, claiming they needed a weekend to rekindle their already over bloomed relationship, leaving you alone to do what you did best… binge watch tv.

The plush tan couch cushion you sat yourself in hours ago kept you cozy as you fisted snacks into your awaiting mouth, eyes never wandering from your show. It was late afternoon by the time you checked your phone for the first time today, not feeling bad for blatantly ignoring your boyfriend for mystical teenagers trapped in love triangles.

Osamu should be here at any time, or so you had thought. The next time you checked your phone, it was nearing nine at night. He was supposed to come by after practice and make dinner for the two of you, his idea, you might add; if you had it your way, your dinner would be mac and cheese and chicken nuggets-- but Osamu had standards, and he called that meal pathetic the first time he saw you eat it.

He was adorable in his own right, but it was annoying on how much he was a food elitist. You’re a grown ass person, you should be allowed to eat Oreos at eight in the morning as cereal without being judged!

Just as Elena had confessed that she loved Damon, the doorbell broke your concentration. Heaving yourself from the cocoon of blankets and pillows you had made for yourself on the couch, you swung the front door open and beamed.

“There’s my sweaty boyfriend! Come in, come in! I made you your own little fort beside the couch!”

The tall boy peered down at you, not entertained by your invitation, merely passing you and slinging his gym bag by the door. You grabbed his hand and drug him to the couch, pushing him into the bundle of plush pillows and warm blankets. He opened his mouth to speak but you quickly placed a finger over his lips.

“I have one more episode before this season is finished, give me forty minutes and you’ll have my complete and utter attention,” You removed the finger from his mouth and held up your pointer and middle finger in the air. “Scouts honor.”

Osamu didn’t object, he let you do as you pleased-- he enjoyed the fact you were sitting in his lap while engrossed in The Vampire Diaries, his arms encircled your torso and held you close to his built but considerably sweaty, body.

He entertained himself by texting his brother or scrolling down Facebook aimlessly, exhaling deeply whenever he saw a funny meme. He wanted to show you the deep fried minion meme but he knew that you were too engrossed in your terrible CW drama. 

“I knew it! I knew that was going to happen! This show is such bullshit, next season better be better or I won’t watch it anymore!” you huffed, slouching into Osamu.

He sighed and circled his thumbs on your waist. “You say that after each season.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but maybe next season’s gonna get better.”

Sniffing the air, you whipped your head and stared at Osamu’s confused expression. “Why do you smell like you haven’t taken a shower?”

“‘Cause I came here straight from practice, figured you’d want me here soon as possible.”

The glimmer of a thought ran through your mind and went straight to your mouth. “Can I take a shower with you?”

Osamu smiled lightly, “Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart. C’mon, get up.”

You giddly jumped from his lap and to the floor, waiting for him to stand before ushering him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you. The gray haired boy wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed his face into your shoulder.

“‘Samu, you smell like a teenagers sock drawer, let go so we can get clean.” you sighed happily, leaning into his embrace.

“Just missed ya’, is all.” he breathed, letting go of you.

The two of you stripped of your clothes, leaving them piled on the tiled floor. You opened the glass door of the standing shower and invited Osamu in, taking close attention to his nicely defined torso and toned legs, zoning in on his cock, which was already half hard.

Ice cold water spouting from the shower head caused you to yelp, but it was quickly replaced with a steady, warm stream. As soon as Osamu and yourself agreed with the water temperature, you turned around to face him. 

“It should be illegal to be that hot.” you commented quietly, cupping his face with your hands before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

He chuckled before returning the kiss, dipping both of your heads under the downpour of water. You giggled into the kiss, breaking it to take a gulp of air, trying to avoid getting water in your mouth.

Osamu’s hands slowly cupped your breasts, his thumbs going to swirl your hardened nipples. Your breath hitched, leaning into him and your back arching. He claimed your mouth with his once more, licking your lip, asking for an entrance.

You obliged, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hands didn’t seize their antagonizing slow assault on your breasts. Your hands trailed from his face to his hair, tugging on his dark locks lightly, bringing him closer to your body. He groaned into the kiss, groping your breasts harder.

“Osamu…” you hushed, pleasure dripping from your words. 

One of his hands continued their playing while his other one dipped to your throbbing sex, taking his time to spread your outer lips and plunge a finger into your pussy.

You gripped his shoulders, pleasure slowly rising and your stomach becoming warmer by the seconds. Osamu was relentless, adding another finger into you and proceeded to curl them as he thrusted. 

“Fuck, ‘Samu,” you moaned, your back hitting the shower wall.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re needy,” he praised quietly, removing his fingers and bringing them to his lips, licking his digits clean. “Guess I should give ya’ want ya’ want.”

His cock was more than hard, you could see it twitch with excitement. You went to grab his member before he grabbed your hand, stopping your actions. “Turn ‘round for me, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t just ignore him when his voice is low and raspy-- you’d pay him to talk to you for hours when his voice got like that, but then again, his voice got like that whenever he was ready to fuck you into oblivion.

Turning around, he bent your torso and had you brace yourself against the shower wall with your hands. If this were any other time, you’d be teasing him, but at the moment all you needed was to be fucked until you couldn’t stand.

Osamu’s hands gripped your ass with one hand and lined himself with your drenched hole with the other. Before you could hurry him up, he slammed himself into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

He set the pace, with quick, hard thrusts that barely gave you time to recuperate. Your legs shook as you moaned in ecstasy, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. 

“I thought about this all day,” he groaned. “‘Bout how tight you’d be for me, and how you’d sound for me.”

You bit your lip and moaned, “Osamu, please! Please fuck me harder!”

He stopped his breakneck pace mid stroke and leaned over your back, his heavy, warm breath in your ear. “Ya’ sure you can handle it?” 

“Yes, please just ruin me already!” 

Osamu’s hips snapped harshly, his speed increasing tenfold. You could barely withhold your weight, but once his thumb met your clit, you thought you'd fall. 

His balls slapped against your ass as he continued to wreck your pussy, his grunts and groans going straight to your sopping cunt. Your pussy clenched against his cock and your lower stomach growing a tight knot. 

With a couple more thrusts, your pussy clamped around his cock, cumming around him. You swore you saw lights, your legs shaking as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Osamu stopped prodding your clit with his hand and gripped your hips, bringing you back into his cock.

“Osamu! Fuck, God, please!” you moaned, your body still sensitive from your orgasm.

He pounding into your cervix, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’re going to have bruises in the morning. “Say it again.”

“Osamu!” Your forehead rested against the shower wall as your boyfriend used you as a cocksleeve.

“That’s right, Y/n, I’m the one that’s fuckin’ ya’ this good.”

Your second orgasm was approaching quickly, and you could tell Osamu was reaching his soon, as his pace lost rhythm, his thrusts more erratic. Your cunt squeezed his cock with your second orgasm, garnering his own release.

He held your hips close to his, your pussy milking him for all he has. He gave a few more weak thrusts, riding out his orgasm before removing himself from you and helping you stand. He brushed hair from your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You good?”

You nodded, a lazy smile on your lips.

“Yeah, more than good. Now, let’s get cleaned up, season five is waiting for us downstairs.”

[cakesunflower]

Two’s A Party [C.H. One Shot]

A/N: So basically I read this sentence prompt that went “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed, something’s wrong with you” and instantly thought of Calum and viola this was born. Funny how I was legit talking to @5sosnsfw last night about how writing smut is so bleh and then I wrote this about 24 hours later. Calum just does it to me, man.

This is written in 2nd person which I rarely ever do in a proper one shot so enjoy it while it lasts LMAO. This is all just smut/situations leading up to it. 

It’s only about 4k words so...... Happy reading!

The party had died down around two-thirty in the morning, your apartment engulfed in a pleasant, calm lul as opposed to the enjoyable rowdiness your friends brought with them. Besides, it wasn’t even a party, per se. More so a get together with your closest friends where you watched movies, ate lots of food, played board games, and drank even more alcohol. It was a fun way of winding down from the week and getting ready for the weekend, jobs and other adulting commitments making it difficult for you to see your friends as often as you’d like.

Especially those who didn’t stick around for too long, given their lifestyle, vastly different from your own, had them constantly traveling.

“Are you still going?”

Your eyes flickered away from the TV, which was playing an episode of Vampire Diaries—you weren’t sure why; you vaguely remembered one of your friends wanting to watch an episode just for Ian Somerhalder—and you looked up at Calum emerging from the hallway. He was eyeing the glass of wine you were sipping from, his own eyes a bit glassy from the hits he’d taken, curls ruffled a top his head as he slowly made his way over to you.

He was the last one still at your place, the rest of your friends having climbed into their Ubers after bidding goodnight, and you didn’t mind at all. You loved Calum’s company, sober or otherwise, and you didn’t have to tell him he was welcome to stay over for him to know.

You lowered the glass after swallowing the bittersweet sip, a lazy, tipsied smile gracing your lips. It was your second glass of wine—thought that was after a round of ill advised shots Luke wanted to take and a couple of hits from one of your other friend’s pen. You weren’t drunk, but a pleasant, enjoyable buzz hummed through your veins and tickled your skin. Your head kind of felt heavy on your shoulders, nothing you weren’t used to, but it was a welcome feeling.

“Don’t judge me in my own home,” you responded, watching as Calum snorted as he stepped over you. You were sitting on the ground, on a floor cushion that was softer than your couch, back against it as you absently watched the show with a throw blanket on your lap.

You felt the couch subtly move behind you, hearing Calum grunt gently as he laid down, legs dangling over one side of the arm rest as his head rested on the couch near where yours was as you remained seated. “Why’re you sitting on the floor?” Calum asked, voice raspy and just a little bit muffled due to his cheek pressed against the couch.

You licked your lips, tasting the wine, wondering if you should pour some more as you drawled, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

You knew why, of course. He wasn’t entirely sober, and whether he was drunk or high—especially high—it was when every question that ran through Calum’s mind was voiced. His need to know things always took over, asking, asking, asking. And you were always patient with him, always answering, wanting to do your best to feed his hunger of knowing. That’s how it also worked when you told him about the classes you were currently taking in grad school, and he asked you about the lectures and readings. He couldn’t go back to school like he wanted, not yet anyway, so you let him live vicariously through you. Calum always did the same when you asked about his life on the road, the wanderess in you never silenced.. Give and take, always.

Calum was silent for a few moments, the only sound in your apartment coming from the TV as the show continued on. You watched with slightly hooded eyes, unable to truly focus. At this point, you may be more tired than high. But you wanted to enjoy Calum’s company for as long as you could.

“Can I ask you another question?” he finally spoke up, the lazy drawl in his deep voice enticing. When you hummed in response, Calum asked, “What the fuck is sexual abandonment?”

You let out a groan, throwing your head back, just barely grazing Calum’s side where he lay as you felt and heard him chuckle at your reaction. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as thoughts of your ex flashed through your mind, more annoyed than pained. There was no love lost, but Calum was really blowing her shit right now. “Listen, shut up. I can’t believe I dated someone who used that as a reason to break up,” you huffed, straightening your head with a shake of it. Calum’s chuckles were deep behind you, all too amused, as your face scrunched up at the mere thought of your ex-boyfriend. He really had said he was dumping you because of sexual abandonment. You figured that’s why you’d never date a law student again. Or someone named Greg. You snorted as you raised your glass of wine. “I’m surprised he didn’t sue me.”

That only had Calum laughing harder, your smile growing as you swallowed your wine and looked over your shoulder. He was pressing his face on the couch cushion, shoulders shaking from his raspy laughter, and you could see the crinkles by his eyes as he did so. He was fucking adorable.

You bit your smiling lower lip, forcing yourself to look away from him and back at the TV screen, face scrunching up once again in distaste as you sounded disapprovingly, “Ugh.”

“What?” Calum questioned through a somewhat squeaky and endearing voice as his laughter dissolved into chuckles, taking a breath to calm himself down.

“That,” you answered, pouting at the TV as you watched one of the characters kiss the other’s neck, the recipient of it looking far too much like she was enjoying it. You couldn’t relate. “Not fun. Does absolutely nothing.”

From behind you, you heard Calum let out a disbelieving scoff, and without even looking at him you could hear the frown he wore as he said, “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed, something’s wrong with you, doll.”

You finished off your wine with a roll of your eyes, putting the glass on the coffee table and blinking back some focus as you realized you put it a bit too close to the edge and pushed it further to the center of the table. Settling back against the couch, you informed your Australian friend, “No one I’ve ever been with has turned me on by kissing my neck. Either they just suck at it, or something really is wrong with me.”

Calum clicked his tongue in disapproval, and you felt his right arm wind around you, settling across your collarbones as he remained behind you. You enjoyed his warmth, the closeness not unfamiliar, until he shifted and you felt his lips brush along the shell of your ear as he murmured lowly, “They didn’t know what they were doin’. You need someone who does.”

Either you were drunker than you initially thought, or this was starting to take a turn you hadn’t been prepared for. Still, the sound of his husky voice sent a shiver down your spine, stomach flipping excitedly as you played with him for a brief moment, perhaps as a way of testing to see if you were right about the direction this was headed in. “Let me know if you find anyone willing.”

The hand that was wrapped around you was settled near the nape of your neck, throat working when Calum dragged a finger along the side of it in a featherlight touch. “Already have.”

Yeah. This was definitely going where you realized you desperately wanted it to go.

You inhaled deeply, the anticipation suddenly buzzing your veins more than any of the drinks had, biting the inside of your lower lip as Calum hummed, “Come up here, yeah?”

You moved without much thought, getting up from the floor to scoot up to the couch as Calum had moved, the blanket falling to the floor. Without having you face him, he had you settled between his legs, relaxed, hands settling at the juncture of your thighs where the heat of his touch seeped through the thin material of your leggings. Your heart was thundering your chest, in overdrive as you breathed in the scent of his familiar cologne deliciously mixed with the faint scent of weed, feeling Calum sit up behind you as his chest pressed against your back.

“Relax, doll,” he murmured, voice all too enticing, “just watch your show.”

It had been challenging to focus on the damn show before; did he really think you’d be able to now?

Still, you did as he said, ridding of any tension built from anticipation as you leaned into his sturdy chest, gaze on the show playing on the TV as you felt the first soft pressure of Calum’s lips. He started on your left side, where your neck met your shoulder, and you reveled in the coincidence of your decision to wear a tank top tonight.

Calum’s movements were slow, purposeful, as he pressed close mouthed kisses, starting a trail leading up the side of your neck, and each touch of his soft lips against your skin had you lightly biting your bottom lip. It was embarrassing how the sensation of his lips already had you realizing that, yeah, this was better than anyone else who’d ever tried this on you.

His hands were on your hips, teasingly sliding to the juncture of your thighs, the brush of his fingers flipping your stomach desirably. You weren’t oblivious to the way your heart was picking up its pace, already starting to find it difficult to focus on a bunch of vampires on the TV screen as Calum’s lips reached the spot where your jaw and neck met. The added sensation of his stubble scratching gently against the previous kissed spots, along with the tickling brush of his curls, had you biting your tongue as you tried to keep your breaths steady.

The wine that buzzed in your veins only heightened everything you were feeling, taking in a soft breath when Calum teased your skin with a nibble. Your eyes fluttered as his kisses trailing down started slowly becoming more intense, more playing with your skin with the use of his teeth and tongue, heart leaping in your throat when he chuckled against you. You felt his deep, quiet laughter in his chest against your back. With a squeeze of your hips, Calum murmured, “I can tell you’re already enjoying this.”

You didn’t want to give in too easily—give into what, you weren’t sure—despite leaning your head back just a little against his shoulder, hooded eyes still on the TV as you breathed, “Only a little.”

Calum, of course, took that as a challenge.

He scoffed lightly, bringing his left hand up to cup your right jaw, turning your face towards his as he lifted his head to look at you. The distance between you two was practically nonexistent, and you wondered if his dark, blown out pupils were because of whatever high he may be riding or because of what he was doing to you. You knew yours damn well had to do with him.

There was a boyish, wicked smirk growing on his lips, his hand warm against your cheek, thumb brushing along your lower lip as he leaned in close. You tried to ignore the way your heart jumped when Calum’s lips brushed against yours, just barely, so close but not entirely, as he whispered arrogantly, “You’re a shit liar.”

And then his head was ducking once more, and this time as his lips trailed to your collarbone, you felt the newfound passion behind his kisses—one that you welcomed wholeheartedly.  

The enticing burn of his stubble was soothed by the warm press of his lips, only to be teased unforgivingly with his teeth and tongue as he bit and sucked at your skin, determined to leave marks you both knew you’d wear proudly. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes still on the TV but not at all in focus, head leaned back to willingly give Calum access. Your right hand gripped the edge of the couch, digging into the soft material, while the other had a mind of its own and reached up to bury your fingers in the back of Calum’s head, lost in the strands of his curls.

He took his time with the kisses, never dialing back on the fervor, knowing just how much he was picking up your heart rate as he felt your body react to him. It drove him crazy, hearing the small gasps and sharp inhales you sounded every time he added a new mark to paint your skin with, wondering if you could feel just what you were doing to him, too. You could.

Calum’s hand that was gripping your jaw shifted, just a fraction, enough to allow for his thumb to slip past your lips, grip on your thigh tightened when you, without hesitation, wrapped your lips around the thumb and sucked. “Fuck,” Calum groaned breathily, lips dragging on your skin as you didn’t even try to hide the smirk that threatened to grow.

He kissed another mark he left on you before lifting his head, lips no longer on your skin and thumb no longer in your mouth. Your eyes met his dark ones, his no longer glazed from the weed but solely because of you, barely giving you a chance to let out a breath as Calum used the hand that held your jaw to turn you towards him more, closing the gap as his lips that had been teasing your neck for God knows how long finally met yours in a searing, toe curling kiss.

The two of you moved, lips never leaving one anothers as you turned to straddle Calum where he sat, the TV in the background drowned out by the sounds of your sharp breathing as you kissed, suddenly feeling a bit too constrained by the clothes that you both wore. You felt yourself easily getting lost in the feel of Calum’s lips against yours, working perfectly as the kiss deepened and the tongue that had been teasing your neck effortlessly slid against yours. Your fingers gripped the hem of Calum’s shirt, and he easily got the message as he reached behind to grip the material off his back and lift it off of himself completely, the kiss breaking for a brief moment that you used to take off your own tank top.

You grinned lazily at the sight of his unruly curls, messed up by your own fingers and the act of taking off his shirt, biting down on your lower lip as you noticed Calum watching you watch him. The incredulity of this whole situation wasn’t lost on either of you, but it wasn’t something you wanted to think about. That would come later.

So for now, Calum wrapped his arms around your waist before getting up effortlessly with your legs around him, smirking at the startled exclaim that fell past your lips as Calum lowered you onto your back on the couch, getting on his knees above you. Reaching your hand forward, you gripped the pendant of the necklace he wore, tugging him down to connect your lips once more, mouth craving to slant against his as Calum eagerly returned the kiss. He used one hand to plant by your head to keep himself above you, the fingers of the other digging under the band of your leggings and panties and giving them a quick tug downwards.

You couldn’t help the giggle that fell past your lips as you helped him in taking off the offending materials, the kiss breaking as he sat up to rid himself of his own pants. Both of your movements weren’t as frenzy as the pace of your heats, taking your time in ridding the clothes despite the pressing urge to once again close the gap between the two of you.

You looked up at Calum, your breathing heavy, as he sat on his knees between your legs, gaze never leaving yours as he rolled on the condom he’d taken out from his wallet. You wondered if his lips once again craved yours, wondered if his felt electric from the kisses shared while yearning for more, admiring the pinkness of his mouth from treating you so well.

There was a heat firing up your body as Calum openly admired you as well, laying bare all for him. Did he also find this turn of events unexpected? Was he also grateful things had taken this path, just like you were? Because fuck it if you never imagined getting to be with him like this, savoring every piece of him for as long as you could.

He leaned down to kiss you again, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his chest press against yours, gasping into his mouth when his finger teased your slick folds. Calum’s lips curled into a smirk, the rasp of his voice chilling as he groaned at your wetness and mused, “No one could’ve turned you on like this except for me, doll.” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails sensually dragging across his skin as he added another finger into you. “Always remember that.”

As if you could ever forget.

You were lucky that Calum took mercy on you, hearing the whimper you released and he swallowed amidst your kiss, pumping his fingers a few times, dragging them against your walls, admiring your tightness before pulling them out and teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. Being verbal wasn’t something you found yourself capable of, all of the sensations starting from the second Calum had pressed his lips to your neck to now overwhelming you, but you knew Calum and you knew he would wait until you gave him the go ahead.

So you kissed him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth, the press of his chest against yours syncing your heartbeats, as you begged, “Please, Cal.”

He reveled in the moan you let out as he buried himself inside of you, the kiss breaking as your eyes shut and head tilted back at the sensation of him filling you. Calum dropped his lips to your throat, curls and eyelashes brushing against your skin as he squeezed his own eyes shut at the feel of you around him, snug and right. He cursed under his breath, guttural and blissed, feeling the confirming squeeze you gave his bicep a moment later that allowed him to create a pace that effortlessly drove you both crazy.

One leg on the couch while the foot of the other planted itself on the ground, Calum so easily hit that spot that had your heart jumping and head dizzying. You were overwhelmed by him; by him filling you up so well, by his lips on your throat, by the hand that wasn’t holding him up reaching between the two of you so his thumb could toy with your clit.

Calum lifted his head, taking in the flush of your cheeks and blissed out look in your eyes as you looked up at him through a hooded gaze, and he couldn’t be more entranced if he tried. He smirked breathlessly, nipping at your lower lip, grunts falling past his throat as he praised, “Take me so well, baby. How’s it feel knowin’ only I can get you like this?”

You let out a sharp breath, the urge to feel his lips against you strong as you confirmed breathlessly, “So good,” before kissing him like your life depended on it because, honestly, it felt as though it did.

The familiar coil in the pit of your stomach tightened as Calum kept his pace, thumb still circling your clit, and you knew that Calum knew you well enough at this point. You didn’t realize how well until he urged, “Let go, baby.”

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you felt yourself do just that, the satisfied, blissed out sounds you let out music to Calum’s ears as his own release soon followed, burying his head in the crook of your neck so you could feel the press of his lips and scratch of his stubble. Even the pendant of his necklace dragging across your skin sent shivers down your spine, the mix of all these heavenly sensations taking over in the best way possible.

Your breathing was labored, as was Calum’s, whimpering softly as he pulled out of you and rid of the condom in the makeshift garbage bag made from one of the empty takeout bags. Calum then picked up the blanket and you lazily shifted over as much as you could towards the back of the couch, letting Calum settle next to you—though you ended up a bit on top of him. Neither of you minded.

You stared up at the ceiling, willing your heart to calm down as you reveled in the warmth of Calum’s bare body against yours in the minimal space your couch offered. The blanket reached up far enough to cover your chest, Calum’s toes just barely peeking out from the other end. He’d propped his head on the armrest, your own laying against his chest as his fingers lightly trailed up and down your arm as his own stayed wrapped around your shoulders. The TV was still on, as was that damned show, though neither of you paid it any attention. How could you, when you’d just done what you did?

Your stomach was still fluttering, lips electric, biting them before breaking the silence between you two. “So I guess nothing was wrong with me. Everyone else just sucked.”

Calum let out a deep chuckle at that as his fingers that had been dancing on your arm trailed over to your neck, brushing against the sensitive spots that were blooming into the bruises he’d intentionally left. Voice a low murmur, the smirk ever present, he responded smugly, “I know.”

You scoffed, lightly smacking his chest with the back of your hand, earning another laugh from him. Reaching your hand up, you took Calum’s that was trailing along your neck and played with his fingers, a thought popping in your head as you bit the inside of your cheek. Watching your fingers play with his, you dared yourself to hum, “Know what I’ve been wondering?”

He allowed you to pull off one of his silver rings before taking it between his fingers and sliding it over your thumb, the only place it’d fit. “What’s that?”

You took a silent breath, preparing yourself as the anticipation started building up without much doing. Tilting your head, you looked up to meet Calum’s curious gaze, his eyebrows quirking at the not-so-innocent smirk tilting at your lips. “If the rumors about your head game are true.”

His eyes darkened and you knew you had his attention—not that you’d ever lost it. And when your smirk widened, biting your lip, Calum’s own wicked one came out to play, already pulling off the blanket to make his way towards your sensitive heat. Your heart jumped, gasping as he got to his knees on the floor and gripped your hips to turn your body towards him, smirking up at you from between your legs as he taunted, “Only one way to find out.”  

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Parent Trap AU

Part 4

Marcus Moreno x Reader

A/N: The dreaded Ex appears. But lots of Family time and Protective!Dad Marcus. Hm. There may only be 2 more parts after this. There will be lots of headcanons about them though. 

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

Pedro Tag: @m-1234 @fioccodineveautunnale @artsymaddie @blo0dangel​ @mcrmarvelloki​

It had been a several months since that first date; things have gone much better. The two of them had gone on several dates, both together and with their kids. The four of them had become their own makeshift family.

Currently Shade and Artemis were spending their Saturday together, baking brownies and cookies while watching some Netflix. Artemis really enjoyed The Vampire Diaries, so an episode was on in the background. As they were mixing the batters, there was a knock on the front door. Shade left Artemis to finish mixing the brownies, to answer it.

She opened the door and immediately frowned at who she saw standing there. It was Mike, her ex, Artemis’ father.

“What are you doing here?” She asked in a whisper, angrily.

“What? I can’t come see my daughter?” He asked in a disinterested voice.

“No. Not when you compare her to your other kids and make her feel less than. Get off my property,” She demanded, moving to shut the door.

He grabbed hold of the door, stopping it from slamming in his face.

“I have a right to see her,” He said loudly, trying to push the door pack open.

“No. No you do not. You didn’t want her when I was pregnant with her. You didn’t want her for the first 7 years of her life. I gave you the courtesy of being in her life, and you have made her feel worthless every time she’s seen you. You don’t get to waltz in when you feel like it and mess up her life the way you did mine. Now, I’m goin’ to say this one more time: Get. Off. My. Property,” She stated firmly, putting her weight into closing the door.

The door reluctantly closed, and she locked it as quickly as she could. She could hear him yell at her through the door, before stomping off.

She slid down to the floor, her back against the door. She sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around her knees, bowing her head down.

“Momma? Are you okay?” She heard Artemis ask.

She lifted her head up, looking at Artemis who was standing in the entryway of the living room.

“Yeah. Yeah baby, I’m okay. C’mere,” She waved her over, opening her arms up for her, straightening her legs out.

Artemis rushed over to her, crawling into her lap. Once Artemis was comfortable, Shade held her to her close, rocking her slightly.

“I don’t want to see him anymore,” She hears Artemis whisper to her.

Shade nodded softly, murmuring she understood.

At that point, her phone rang, and as she answered it, she sighed with relief as she heard Marcus’s voice speak.

“How are my girls doing? We still on for tonight?” Marcus chipper voice asked.

“Yeah. Um. Actually… do you mind if we come over to you? I’ll… I’ll explain when we get there,” Shade wondered as she tried to think quickly.

“Sure! Come over whenever you are ready, we will be here!” Marcus replied still trying to sound happy, but she could hear the concern.

Shade hung up, and the two of them got up. Shade quickly cleaned up the kitchen, tossing the abandoned batters. Shade packed an overnight bag for the both of them, wanting to get away from the house for the evening. Once their bags were ready, the two of them got in the car and drove off. They arrived at Marcus’ home in less than 20 minutes and made their way inside.

Marcus looked at the two of them, worry furrowing his brow.

Artemis dropped her bag, and immediately hugged Marcus. Marcus picked her up, hugging her tightly. Artemis buried her face into his chest, and Marcus spoke to her softly, carrying her to the guest bedroom.

Missy came downstairs and gave Shade a hug in greeting, and looked around confused.

“It’s a long story, kiddo. So, what do we wanna do for dinner?” Shade asked, trying to distract herself.

“I was thinking takeout? Not pizza, but maybe some Chinese?” Missy offered as the two of them walked into the kitchen.

The Hero

Marcus carried Artemis into the guest bedroom, so they could talk. Artemis had quietly said she wanted to talk to him when he had picked her.

The two of them sat down onto the bed, and Marcus waited for her to speak.

“…my dad came by today. He wanted to see me. Mom wouldn’t let him. I don’t want to see him anymore,” Artemis rambled quietly.

Marcus felt a slight swell of anger build within him; Shade had told him in great detail many of the things he had done in the past. He had constantly allowed his kids to bully her and made her feel like she was a burden.

Marcus pressed a kiss to her head, before looking her in the eyes, “Hey, you are perfectly allowed to choose that. If you don’t want to see him, you don’t have to. Besides, you are mine. Just like Missy. You two are both my kids. Nothing will change that.”

Artemis looked at him, tears building up her in eyes, “Really?”

“Really, really. You’re mine. You are my daughter too,” He said firmly.

He hears her sniffle and pulled her into a hug; he allowed her to cry and let it out. It took several minutes, but soon the tears subsided. She pulled away, rubbing her eyes.

“Do you want to go eat dinner, or do you want to relax in here for a bit, and eat later?” Marcus wanted her to have the option to rest if need be.

“Not really hungry. Wouldn’t mind just taking a nap if that’s okay?” She requested, her voice a little hoarse.

“That’s perfectly fine. It’s the summer anyway, sleep schedules are allowed to be off from time to time,” He said with a smile, tucking her into bed after she slipped off her shoes.

Artemis smiled back a little, curling into a ball under the covers. Marcus stayed with her until she fell asleep, turning the light off and leaving the door propped open.

Marcus stepped back out to the kitchen, smiling as Missy told Shade about her day as they wrote down the takeout order to call in. Missy looked up as she heard him stepped in and smiled brightly.

“Hey dad. Where’s Artie?” Missy looked past him as she asked.

“She’s not quite hungry right now, so she’s going to take a nap. You can join her if you want, I’m sure she would like your company,” Marcus proposed as he leaned the kitchen island.

Missy was down the hall in seconds.

It was quiet as the two of them stood there, the air felt slightly tense in some way.

Marcus slowly walked around to Shade, tugging her gently into his arms. She all but collapsed into his embrace. He felt her take a deep breath, releasing it shakily. Marcus simply held her, knowing she simply needed someone to be there for her.

“I can’t believe he just… showed up. Like. Like he hadn’t ignored her for the past year. I hate him. I’m so glad I never put his name on her birth certificate,” She muttered the last piece.

Marcus gently pulled back a bit and looked at her confused.

“Every time….” She began but stopped, taking another shaky breath. “Every time he pops back up, I worry that he’s going to try and take her. Try and… fight for custody of her.”

Marcus sighed sadly, feeling her pain.

“Well. Guess it’s a good thing you have me. He’d have to pry her from my cold dead hands to take her from us. I know… I know this is sudden but… I know two things. One, I want to marry you soon. Two, I want to adopt Artie. You two are my girls, just as much as Missy is. I’m not letting either of you go,” Marcus declared looking her in the eye.

The Artist

Shade blinked rapidly at that declaration. Of all the things she expected him to say, that was not one of them.

“You… you what?” She whispered not quite believing him.

“I don’t mean to unload this all on you suddenly. But I wanted you to know that I want and love both of you. I wanted to talk about this to you in a more romantic setting, but-” His statement was cut off by her kissing him.

Shade couldn’t help herself. It was probably the sweetest thing she had ever heard, and she was overcome with the urge to kiss him. She felt him smile as he kissed back, one of his hands resting at the base of her neck. Shade’s arm found a home around his neck, keeping him close.

When they finally parted, they were panting slightly, trying to catch their breaths.

“I love you,” She said softly to him.

“I love you too honey,” Marcus replied kissing her nose.

They spent the rest of the evening constantly near each other, and the girls when they both got up to eat.

The Hero

The next morning, Marcus slipped quietly out of the bed, kissing Shade on the cheek as he left her. He got dressed and drove back to Shade’s house. The two of them had talked last night about her and Artemis staying a couple more days. So, he was going to drive to their place, to get more clothes for them.

He had a spare key on him, so when he parked, he simply let himself in. It didn’t take him long to pack up a suitcase for both of them, with clothes and some toys/stuffed animals for Artemis. He had just placed the bags in the trunk when another vehicle pulled up.

A tall man with dirty blonde hair, and a scowl on his face stepped out.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asked as he stepped up to him.

“Marcus Moreno. You must be Mike,” Marcus wasn’t impressed by him.

“Yeah. I am. Where is Shade and Artemis?” He demanded to know.

“None of your business. So how about you leave?” Marcus refused to answer.

“How about you to tell me where my brat is and her whore of a mother?” Mike got directly in his face.

Marcus was done. He wasn’t going to allow this cretin bad mouth his family. He couldn’t stop himself. He threw a punch, knocking Mike down.

“I’m going to say this once. You will leave my fiancé and OUR daughter alone. You will not harass them. You will not show up out of the blue like this. You got it? As a Heroic, I have dealt with villains of all shapes and sizes. But men like you? Men who treat their children as disposable? You are the worst,” Marcus said with disgust.

Mike looked up at him with slight fear and realization, “Wait. You’re THAT Marcus Moreno?”

Marcus raised an eyebrow at him, nodding once, daring him to say something else.

Mike scrambled to get up on his feet and ran to his car.

Marcus stared harshly as he watched him drive off. He was then suddenly aware… that he had an audience.

He awkwardly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as some fans had stopped and recorded the whole scene.

“How long have y’all been there?” He asked somewhat embarrassed.

“The entire time sir. Are you really engaged?” A teenaged girl asked staring at him in awe.

“Yeah. I am,” He answered with a nod.

He heard her go ‘awww.’

The boys of the group asked for an autograph, which he happily did. One of the boys, started to leave but turned back.

“That was really cool… defending your family like that. Wish my dad was like that,” He said to him, before walking away.

He didn’t quite know what to say to that, and once the coast was clear, he got into his car and drove off.

When he returned home, and brought the bags inside, he checked on all 3 of his girls. Missy and Artemis were still passed out. Shade was slowly waking up when he stepped into his bedroom.

“Hi. Where did you go?” She asked sleepily.

“Went to go get you some stuff from your house. Ran into Mike,” Marcus said with a wince thinking back to the situation.

She shot up and stared at him concerned.

“Umm. I might’ve punched him… and referred to you as my fiancé. And called Artemis “our daughter.” It was…. Not my best moment,” Marcus confessed.

She stared at him incredulous… before several snickers escaped.

Her giggles continued for several minutes, which caused Marcus to chuckle a bit as well. Marcus told her everything in detail, especially the part about the audience.

She still giggled but sobered up finally to tell him, “I’m just glad he didn’t try to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Never,” Marcus played it off, with a wave of his hand.

She was about to say something else but there was a powerful knock at the door.

Marcus made his way back downstairs, answering it quickly.

“Miracle Guy? What are you doing here?” He questioned looking at his best friend.

“You haven’t been answering your phone calls or texts,” Miracle said making his way inside.

Marcus pulled out his phone to see he had several missed calls and texts from… everyone.

“HQ has been losing their mind, apparently one of those kids was livestreaming the entire incident. Everyone wants to meet this fiancé of yours. Every news outlet wants an interview about your new love interest and everything,” Miracle explained with a shake of his head.

“Okay. Well. Then they are just going to have to continue wondering. Not that I’m not happy to see you and all MG, but why are you telling me this and not someone from admin?” Marcus asked him curiously.

“Oh. I am here to call a best friend foul. Why haven’t I heard about this fiancé of yours?” MG teased him.

“Marcus? Everything okay?” Came Shade’s voice as she stepped downstairs, dressed.

MG looked at him surprised as he looked between Marcus and Shade.

“Shade? No way. S’that you? Wow. You look great!” MG exclaimed giving her a hug as she stood next to Marcus.

“Hi. Yeah. It’s me. I hear you finally settled down, wife and kid and all,” Shade said with a smile.

He smiled proudly, nodding.

“I’m guessing his little performance caused some problems,” Shade noted hesitantly.

“A little bit, but nothing that can’t be handled,” MG said with a shrug.

“Yeah. If any damage control needs to happen, please let me know what I can do to help,” Shade offered with a half shrug.

“Alright. Good to know,” MG said as he made his way to the front door.

Shade moved to check on the girls, allowing Marcus and MG some privacy again.

“Damn. You have so much to explain man,” MG said lowly.

“I’ll tell ya everything when I come in later today. Suspect I am going to have to give a statement and such,” Marcus promised with a smile.

“You better,” MG said as he took off.

Marcus closed the door, staring at his left hand as he did so. He had taken off his ring a month after he had started dating Shade, feeling it was time. He looked at his leather jacket, specifically the lump that could be seen in one of the pockets.

He hears Shade leading the girls into the kitchen promising pancakes for breakfast. As she did that, he made his way upstairs, closing the door, so he could make some phone calls.

One of which was to his mom. It took only two rings before she picked up.

“Hello my sweet boy. What’s happening?” Came her cheerful voice.

“Hi ma. Um. Some things have happened, and I needed your advice,” He began, before explaining everything that happened this morning.

“I… I want to marry her. Even… I even have the ring… but…” He didn’t know how to explain his feelings.

“The closer you get to Shade, the farther you get away from Isabelle?” His mother supplied.

“… Yes. Guess… part of me never thought I would wind up here again. Deeply in love with a woman that I want to make mine forever,” Marcus whispered looking down at his lap.

“But that doesn’t mean you are forgetting Isabelle. You still have the memories you shared with her. If you feel in your heart that she makes you happy, and that you want to take that step with her, then do it. Isabelle wouldn’t want you to put your life on hold,” His mother tells him softly.

He hummed softly, “You’re right. Guess… I guess I’m just scared.”

“Just because you’re a Heroic doesn’t mean you are fearless, my dearest. Now, go take care of work and tonight talk things out with Shade,” His mother ordered.

Marcus hung after thanking her and made several more calls to work. An hour later he had to make his way into work and make official statements.

The Artist

Shade took care of the kids while Marcus did what he needed to do. As the girls played outside, she suddenly got inspired to draw. She pulled out her sketchbook from her things and began to draw. She sat outside with the girls as she drew, smiling at the giggles she heard occasionally.

Eventually, she felt the girls hover over her shoulders to watch her work. She was quietly drawing Marcus in his superhero outfit, with a hand on his hip and the other hovering over his sword handle.

It was the first time she had drawn him in a very long time and for the first time she had so many ideas floating in her mind. She stopped when the girls wanted to hang out and sat her sketchbook on a table inside the house. The three of them watched some movies. Marcus didn’t come home for dinner, and the girls went to bed at about 10pm.

Shade waited for him in the living room, returning to her sketches. It was close to 11pm before the front door open and Marcus walked in and collapsed onto the couch next to her.

“Tired?” She asked setting her book and pencil down.

He turned his head to look at her and nodded tiredly. He pulled his arms out of his jacket, just letting it sit there.

“Today was a mess but everything is settled for now,” Marcus said with a sigh.

He was quiet for a moment, reaching into one of his pockets. He pulled out a small velvet box.

“Not… not quite how I wanted to do this but,” He said as he handed it to her.

She took it from him, slowly opening it. Inside was an engagement ring that had a rainbow of gems lining the band.

“Not going to lie… I’ve… I’ve carried that since college. I kept it in a lockbox when we broke up. I was going to say some cheesy line of ‘my world was black and white, and you brought color to it.’ When we started to date, I took off my old wedding band, thinking it was time. The past 10 months just made me remember how much I loved you when we were younger and that love has just grown exponentially,” He began to explain.

She listened to him closely, her eyes flicking between him and the ring.

“It took me a long time to get over most of the guilt I felt with moving on with my life. It still creeps up every now and again, like… this morning. But I want you to stay in my life. You make me so happy. You and Artemis both have are so wonderful. I can even see Missy changing for the better. She’s so much happier with Artemis in her life. You… don’t have to decide now, if you are overwhelmed, but I was serious when I said I wanted to marry you,” Marcus concluded taking a deep breath.

Shade stared at him in shock. It took a minute for it to fully process what he said. She blinked rapidly as she stared at the ring, and felt tears welling up in her eyes.

She slowly pulled the ring from its box. She examined it with a smile that slowly grew. She slipped it onto her left ring finger, noting that it fit perfectly.

“No time needed. I love you and Missy too. Artemis… was so shy before she met her. I never would’ve thought she’d hit a boy to defend someone being bullied,” Shade joked thinking back.

Marcus chuckled, nodding his head.

Marcus leaned over to kiss her. Shade kissed him back enthusiastically, the two of them smiling at each other. The two of them heard giggles around the corner followed by a shushing.

The two of them shook their heads, and Marcus called out, “Ladies. What are two doing up at this hour?”

The two of them waited for a moment before they heard two sets of feet rushing to them. The girls ran to them, jumping into their laps, excitedly talking, and asking questions at rapid fire.

The two of them laughed at their excitement and waited for them to settle to answer questions.

Missy was sitting in Shade’s lap, while Artemis was in Marcus’.

“Well. The two of you are bright and intelligent. I guess we should talk this out with you two,” Shade said looking at the girls. “Are the both of you okay with us getting married?”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, nodding happily.

“Does that mean we will be sisters?” Artemis asked somewhat shyly.

“Yes. It does. Are you okay with me being your dad?” He asked her directly.

“… kinda thought you were already,” Artemis said quietly, looking down.

Marcus nodded his head, and Shade could see some tears forming in his eyes, as he hugged her.

“Yeah. I am sweet girl,” He told her.

“Missy. What about you? Are you… are you okay with me being your mom?” Shade asked her hesitantly.

Missy was quiet for a moment, before answering, “Yeah. There’s lots of room for you and Artie in my heart.”

Shade thought back to one of their first conversations and realized what she was referring to.

“Yeah? That’s good to know. Do you remember what else I said that day?” She asked her.

“That you don’t want to replace my mom. Though… like Artie… I kinda thought of you as my mom already,” Missy admitted.

Shade smiled at her sweetly, hugging her.

“So. We are all okay with making this family legit in the eyes of the law? Say aye,” Shade said jokingly.

There were three ‘ayes’ in response followed by several giggles.

The four of them spent some time talking further, before heading to bed.

Marcus and Shade spoke more about details, like, wanting to make the engagement long while they found a home that was big enough for all four of them. The two of them didn’t want to rush anything and wanted to make sure they got everything ready. The wedding wasn’t going to be large grand affair; something small for them and their friends and family.

They didn’t have anything set in stone yet, but they knew one thing for sure. They had each other, and their girls were happy.

[lunnanunna]

Not Twilight

Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Summary: Ollie gets Chan and Felix to watch Teen Wolf with her and she’s more than pleased with the outcome.

A/N: I’m currently re-watching Teen Wolf, and and just had to write something about it. I definitely feel like Ollie would be a fan of the show, so here you go. Also what Ollie thinks and says about the show, are actually my opinions, so yeah. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Feedback is greatly appreciated. 

“Let’s go you two,” Ollie said, shoving both Chan and Felix into her bed. They had promised her a day where they would relax and watch one of Ollie’s favorite shows.

“I take it back. I don’t want to do this,” Felix whined in English, trying to fight passed the small girl. Ollie glared up at him, hands on her hips.

“Lixie, we promised her,” Chan said, smiling at the younger Australian.  The freckled boy grumbled to himself as he got on Ollie’s bed and crawled over to the side. It was pushed up against the wall, so Felix could comfortably sit on the edge without falling over.

Chan waited for the eldest to grab her laptop that was sitting neatly on some shoe boxes that held her favorite Crocs (Chan tried not to cringe at the sheer amount that was there and the many more stored underneath her bed.) Once Ollie grabbed her computer, she sat next to Felix, squeezing as much as possible so Chan could fit as well. It didn’t work.

“Noona. There’s no room for all three of us,” Chan said, as he tried in vain to stay on the bed.

“I guess that means that we can’t do this,” Felix sing-songed as he got up and started to crawl off the bed.

“Freeze!” Ollie shouted, and the boy did so. He slowly turned to look at Ollie, an annoyed smile in place. Chan chuckled beside her.

“We’ll set up camp somewhere else,” Chan said, getting up and gently pushing Felix back on the bed.

“Why?” Felix whined, not unlike a cat. Ollie snorted at the sound.

“This is why you’re the leader,” Ollie said, giving Chan a salute.

The leader smiled, then began to look around the room, “This is actually a simple fix.” Ollie watched as he grabbed some pillows from Jisung’s and Jeongin’s beds, and began to place them on her’s. He then fixed them up so they were propped against the wall to add padding.

“You handsome genius,” Ollie praised as she went to fetch a bit more blankets and pillows from other rooms. Chan beamed, then smacked Felix with the pillow that he currently had in his hands.

“Come on. We promised Ollie,” was all that Chan said. Felix rolled his eyes, but smiled when Chan did.

A few seconds later and Ollie came back with some pillows and blankets that looked like Felix’s and Changbin’s. The younger blond rolled his eyes, but got up and grabbed them from her, setting them down next to the others on her bed and helping Chan fix them up.

Soon all three of them were sitting with their backs against the now padded wall. Ollie propped the laptop on the space in front of her as she sat criss-crossed, folding herself as much as possible to bring the computer closer to them.

“What are we watching again?” Felix asked, as he watched Ollie pull up a new window and begin to search for one of her many streaming platforms (She had the most out of all of the group and the boys tended to hop off her accounts.)

“Vampire Diaries?” Chan answered, though it sounded more like a question as he thought back to the name of the show. He was pretty sure it wasn’t that, but he knew that it had to do with some supernatural things.

“Hell no!” Ollie looked offended by Chan’s answer. The leader looked at her with wide eyes. “I refuse to watch anything involving vampires.”

Felix looked over Ollie’s head, and gave Chan a questioning look. The older just gave a shrug with a slight eye roll, earning a chuckle from the younger.

“I saw that,” Ollie stated, looking at the boys through the reflection of the currently black screen. Both boys turned away, looking at anywhere other than Ollie. The girl chuckled.

“Okay, so if it’s not Vampire Diaries, then what is it?” Felix asked warily looking at the lilac haired girl.

Ollie grinned like the Cheshire Cat, “Teen Wolf.”

“Aren’t there vampires in that too?” Felix quirked a brow.

“No. You’re thinking of Twilight,” Ollie simply stated, “This show has everything, but the most overused supernatural creature.”

“Vampires,” Chan and Felix said in almost perfect unison. Ollie was impressed.

“Exactly.”

“This is gonna be so stupid,” Felix muttered, purposely loud enough for Ollie to hear him.

“Trust me. You’re gonna love it!” Ollie said, folding her hands in front of her face. Chan could sense a squeal coming, and a few seconds later it did. The Aussie snorted.

“Is it some teen romance thing?” Felix asked.

“There’s romance, yes. But there’s also action and comedy. Mostly from Stiles,” Ollie answered looking at the screen as the video loaded.

“The hell is a ‘Stiles’?” Chan asked, looking at Ollie confused.

“Exactly,” Ollie said pointing at the blond, who now looked more confused. “Please, just watch the first episode. If you don’t like it, which I doubt it, then we don’t have to watch any more episodes. But I lowkey want you to keep watching to see Corey and Theo, they’re the best.” Ollie gushed, and Chan could already see that they were her favorites.

“When do they come in?” Chan asked.

“Last two seasons,” Ollie pouted, “ I hate that I have to wait so long.” The boys laughed as she grumbled.

“Okay. Let’s see how the first episode goes,” Chan said, leaning back. Ollie nodded and pressed play, then leaned back, with half of her back resting on Chan. Felix rolled his eyes (Again), but also sat back. The three silently watched the first episode, with Ollie mentally praying that the boys would like it and would like to keep on watching it with her.

By the end of the episode, Ollie was grinning from ear to ear, just like she always did whenever she watched Teen Wolf. She was about to ask the boys how they liked it when she saw a hand reach to press play on the next episode. Ollie turned to Felix, with a knowing smile.

“Shut up. I need to know what happens.” He blatantly ignored her in favor of watching the recap, which was ridiculous to watch, seeing as they just finished the previous episode not even a minute ago. Laughing to herself, Ollie turned to the leader who was also watching the screen intently.

“It’s good, Noona,” Chan simply stated, shrugging his shoulders, a small smile on his lips.

“Victory,” Ollie whispered, beaming.

“Hush,” Felix hissed, and Ollie couldn’t even bring herself to be mad at Felix for shutting her up. She was just happy that she now had converted the Aussies to the Teen Wolf fandom. She didn’t want to mess this up, so she silently smiled and focused her attention back on the screen, contentedly watching with her two favorite Australians.

“He’s so screwed,” Felix stated as Scott panicked about Allison’s father.

“Totally,” Chan agreed. Ollie bit her lip to hide her smile.

Ollie’s Masterlist

[ellewritesathing]

So Close - S.S. XLIII

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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Word-count: 7k+

A/N: and that’s 5b!! it’s been crazy but thank you all for reading 💕

Considering how quickly he got you home, you were pretty sure Stiles broke about a dozen traffic laws in the process, but you were too relieved to crash on your living room couch to care very much. Noah would void any speeding tickets he got anyway.

You settled into the living room couch and Stiles disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a blood bag and you started pushing yourself up as you argued that you didn't need it. Blood might speed up the process, but it was sickening to drink (and that was when you were alone). It might take a little while, but you’d heal on your own.

“No, listen to me, okay?” Stiles said, kneeling next to the couch to look you in the eye. “You almost bled out in my Jeep. I know you’ll heal on your own, but this’ll make it go faster. And I- I need you to heal.”

Your eyes dropped from his and to the blood bag that he was trying to put in your hand. Mumbling, you curled your hand around the bag. “You fight dirty, Stilinski.”

“You know it, sunshine,” Stiles said with a wink and barely-there smile.

“Can I at least get a straw?”

“What are you gonna do? Drink it like a juice box?”

“Not if you don’t bring me a straw.”

Stiles laughed but disappeared into the kitchen anyway. His laugh was the only thing from this entire night that felt right. It made almost dying feel worth it. But any trace of that laugh was gone when he came back from the kitchen with your straw in one hand and his phone in the other. Scott had texted him.

Mason was the Beast, and he was missing.

You set the bag down on the couch and got to your feet, closing your eyes for a second when you started seeing stars. “Oh my god, we’ve gotta looking for him-”

“Malia’s on it,” Stiles said, guiding you back onto the couch. “So is everyone who’s not on the verge of dying. Plus, Kira’s bringing Scott home now, so we can talk it through with them.”

Annoyingly, his logic checked out; if you went out there now, you could get killed. So instead, you sighed and laid back down on the couch. It hurt too much to keep fighting anyway. “Stiles … will you stay with me until they get back?”

“Of course.”

You made space for him and Stiles sat on the couch with you, very politely ignoring your bloody juice box. As weird as the situation was, it was made weirder by the fact that Stiles reached over and put the tv on. It felt wrong to watch tv when you were drinking blood and the world was ending outside. You guys managed to watch an entire episode of New Girl when Scott and Kira got home and tried to sneak up the stairs to his room.

“We should probably go check on them,” Stiles said, still massaging the one side of your head to make up for when he tried to run a hand through your hair and accidentally got stuck in some of the matted bits. His cheek rested on the top of your head.

You stretched out with a sigh. The blood had kicked in by then, and you were healed enough that moving didn’t hurt or pop open any of the wounds. “Probably.”

“After another episode?” Stiles asked.

You laughed and started untangling yourself from him. “As much as I’d love that, I need to take a shower.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to mention that but … you kinda smell.” Stiles faked being oblivious as he stretched out and you hit him lightly with one of the throw pillows. He burst out laughing. “What? It’s true.”

You rolled your eyes but went upstairs with him anyway, parting ways in the hallway outside of the bathroom.

Seeing yourself in the mirror, you looked rough. Your clothes were shredded and stained, your arms were scraped up, and there was some blood on the corners of your mouth from when Stiles tried to save you. Kind of scary, but nothing a shower and change of clothes couldn’t fix.

It took longer than expected, but once you were finished and dressed, you looked like yourself again. You were still drying out your hair when you met Stiles in your room. He was sprawled out on your bed, reading through one of the library books you’d taken out when you guys were still trying to figure out who and what the Beast was. He had dark circles around his eyes.

Until that moment, it hadn't registered how difficult this night must have been for him. He'd had to play lacrosse before all hell broke loose and pretend everything was fine. He pretended when you woke up too. You wondered how many times he tried to wake you up before trying to feed you, or how it felt to find you and Liam in a bloody heap in the parking lot.

“Hey, how is your back healing?” you asked as you made your way over to him. Stiles lifted his arm and you ducked underneath to lie down on his chest. “Still sore?”

Stiles shrugged and moved the book so you could get comfortable. “Sometimes. None of them got me deeply,” he said casually. You might have believed him if you couldn’t hear his heart. “What about you?”

“I’ll be back to normal by morning,” you said, placing your hand on his chest. “Do you need me to take some of your pain so you can sleep?”

“Nah, I’ll just take an Advil if it flares up,” Stiles said. Again, his heart jumped ever so slightly, but you didn’t want to push it. This night was stressful for him.  

Stiles laid the book down on his stomach and put his hand over yours on his chest. The bandage on his wrist brushed your arm as he moved and your heart lurched. He shouldn’t get hurt so much for you.

“You know, it wasn’t supposed to be like this,” you said.

“Be like what?” Stiles asked.

You tapped his chest uncertainly and took a deep breath. “Deaton said the blood was supposed to be temporary because I died,” you said quietly. “But it’s been like three months and if I don’t drink it then it’s like my body shuts down. I’m supposed to be like Scott but I’m like something out of the freaking Vampire Diaries.”

“Hey, it could be worse. You could be from Twilight,” Stiles pointed out. You rolled your eyes, but he laughed and squeezed your hand slightly. “No, I know it’s not supposed to be like this but it has to be for something, right? Like if you stayed at your fancy private school then everything would be different. Or if Scott hadn’t been bitten then we'd have Derek trying to alpha his way out of a paper bag." That made you smile. "It’s like … as much as this sucks sometimes, it has to be for something.”

It was quiet for a moment, so still that you could hear Stiles’ heartbeat without your super hearing.

“Right?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you moved to prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand still on his chest. You smiled at him and looked down at his lips for a second before meeting his eyes. “I think you’re my something.”

Stiles’ mouth curled up at the corners and he took his hand off yours to move some hair behind your ear. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” you said with a smile. Your hand snaked up from his chest to cup his jaw and you leaned in to kiss him as he tilted his head up. The result was a slightly clumsy kiss at first, but neither of you minded.

---

Seeing as Scott barely survived his fight with the Beast, you all decided to let him sleep in while you met in the kitchen to discuss what to do. Noah had already put an APB out on Mason in case he showed up, and Liam and Malia had been searching through most of the night. Scott didn't need to be there right then, he just needed to heal.

“It still might not be him,” Liam said from the barstool next to you. He’d been so upset the whole morning, understandably so, but it hurt to see him like this. Your other friends must have felt the same because they didn’t say anything. Liam untangled his arm from yours as he said, “But Hayden’s at the school looking anyway.”

“I can keep checking the woods,” Malia offered.

“And my mom can check all the hospitals in the county,” Scott said as he walked in. He didn’t have a scratch on him this morning, but he still needed to rest. “We can find him.”

“What happens then?” Liam asked.

“We figure out a way to save him,” Scott said.

“Okay, where else could we look?” Lydia asked.

“Let’s ask Corey,” Scott said. He put his hand out and grabbed something from the shelf behind him, and Corey materialized a moment later.

All your friends jumped. Liam pulled you behind him as he got to his feet did. It was almost cute enough to distract from Corey's eavesdropping.

“Wait, wait, wait! It’s not my fault,” Corey stammered. “They took him and I couldn’t do anything.”

“They took him? Who?” Scott asked.

“The Dread Doctors,” Corey said. It only took a second of Scott glaring at him for Corey to crack and launch into an explanation of what happened when they left the school the night before. “See, so it wasn’t my fault! I- I was trying to protect him.”

You touched Liam’s arm lightly before he could snap at Corey for not doing a very good job. “We know you tried,” you said. “But it looks like we’re going to need a new plan. Can you tell us anything else?”

Corey looked away from Scott and thought about it for a second. You hoped that some part of him trusted you like Josh did. Eventually, he nodded. “I can tell you everything.”

---

It was decided that the best way to find Mason was to split up. Stiles and Lydia went to talk to Noah, Kira was trying to get her sword back from her dad, Malia gave up on the woods to deal with her mom, and you, Scott, and Liam were going to deal with Theo.

If there was one thing you hated more than your friends splitting up, it was meeting with Theo in the Dread Doctors old operating theatre.

The place gave you the creeps; it was dark, filthy, abandoned, and to top it all off, Theo was there. He stood with his back to you, staring at one of the empty pods. It looked haunted.

“They called him Der Soldat,” Theo said, still looking at the pod. “That’s German for ‘The Soldier.’ I’m pretty sure he fought in World War II.” He turned to face you guys and sighed.

“And he was a Nazi,” Scott guessed.

“And an alpha werewolf,” Theo said. “The Dread Doctors were using him to prolong their lives. They’ve been doing it for decades. Actually, probably longer.”

“Wait, how old are these guys?” Liam asked.

“Who knows,” Theo said. He didn’t add ‘and who cares’ but you knew he was thinking it. He didn’t care about anything other than his own survival. “But wherever they go, he goes, too.”

“So we find him and we find Mason,” you said, arms crossed over your chest. Theo nodded. “How do we find him?”

Theo took a breath and looked down at the ground for a second. “Keeping him alive requires a pretty unique set of conditions: there’s got to be a power source, it has to be underground-”

“And on a telluric current,” Scott said. He took out a copy of the telluric current map from his jacket sleeve and handed it to Theo. It hung in the air for a second - with you not thinking this was a good idea and Theo probably not believing this was happening.

He took the map from Scott and smiled as he unfolded it. Almost all the currents intersected in the Beacon Hills Preserve. “Looks like we’re going for a hike,” Theo said.

Scott looked over at you and Liam, asking what you thought without talking. Liam shrugged, all he wanted to do was find his best friend. You weren’t so sure about it but you nodded anyway. It was better to have Theo in your sights than lurking around in the dark on his own.

That’s the only reason why you sat with him on the drive out and why you walked behind him when you got there. Working with him to find Mason was one thing, but trusting him was something you weren’t prepared to do.

After an eternity of walking through the woods in the dark, Scott asked, “So where is he?”

“I thought we were looking for him,” Theo asked, pretending to sound confused.

“You know who I’m talking about,” Scott said.

“Deucalion?” Theo asked. You rolled your eyes.

“You shouldn’t trust him,” Scott said.

“You’re the one who let him live,” Theo said.

“I’m not a murderer,” Scott said.

“You still think you’re gonna get through all this without killing anyone?” Theo asked. He threw a look over his shoulder at you and Liam. “I guess that’s why you have them.”

“Yeah, so don’t push your luck,” you snapped. Theo laughed and looked ready to say something equally snippy but then Liam stopped. He looked like someone punched him.

“We’re close,” he said, looking at the ground. Scott asked if he had Mason’s scent and Liam nodded, but he didn't move.

“Great. Which way?” Theo asked.

Liam looked at you out of the corner of his eye before flicking his eyes over to Scott. He didn’t trust that Theo wouldn’t kill Mason as soon as you found him.

“Oh, you think you’re going to leave me behind?” Theo asked, laughing slightly. Man, the longer this went on, the more unhinged Theo got.

“Liam …” Scott started.

“Look, he wants to kill him,” Liam argued.

“I just want his power,” Theo argued. Like that was any better. “You want to fight someone that actually wants to kill Mason? Go fight Parrish.”

“Who did you see when you put on the mask?” Liam asked.

“I already told you - it wasn’t Mason,” Theo said.

“You want us to trust you?” you asked. You jutted your chin at him. “Then tell us who you saw.”

Theo sighed exasperatedly and looked over at Scott for a second. “I saw a man dying in the snow,” he confessed. “He was impaled on a spear.”

“It’s called a pike,” Scott said. “Lydia told us the story.”

“Then you guys know what it means,” Theo said, surprisingly unbothered by not knowing something. “Time’s running out. Where is he, Liam? What direction?”

Liam still didn’t seem convinced that he could trust Theo, but he was right about time running out. “I can stay here with him,” you offered quietly, touching his sleeve lightly.

“No, it’s-” Liam shook his head. He sighed and started storming past Theo and Scott. “He’s this way.”

The four of you went back to walking in moody silence but Liam picked up the pace as you got closer. He was getting impatient. He didn’t say anything as you guys reached an old wooden structure in the woods - calling it a cabin would be generous, it just looked like a wooden box with overgrown trees around it - or as he reached out to grab the handle, but Scott caught his hand just before he touched it.

“Listen,” Scott said.

There was a heart beating somewhere beyond the wooden frame.

“It’s him.” Liam threw the creaky door open and raced inside.

Scott followed behind him fairly quickly, probably to make sure Liam wouldn’t get lost, which left you with Theo. He looked at you, you glared at him, he laughed under his breath, and then he went inside. You cast one last look at the woods before going inside.

It reminded you of the root cellar that Blake had kept everyone’s parents in; surprisingly built up and covered in dust and decaying roots. The stairs were so old that they groaned with every step and you hoped that none of them were rotted. All you needed was to get a broken ankle.

When you finally reached the bottom, you got goosebumps. It was freezing and only lit by dim green light. This place was haunted by the ghosts of all the failed experiments and violent deaths of the woods. Suddenly, you were glad your friends had decided to split up and that most of them didn’t have to see this.

Liam found Mason collapsed against the big pod that emitted the green light. As happy as you were to find Mason, you couldn’t take your eyes off the decaying body inside the pod. Der Soldat.

Reflexively, you reached out for the person next to you only to find yourself holding onto Theo’s wrist. You let go with a scowl and nodded at Der Soldat. Theo’s eyes landed on him and you could see how hard he was working to not show any emotion on his face.

“It’s connected to him,” Scott said, spotting the tube that ran from Der Soldat’s stomach, up the pod and out again, and into the back of Mason’s neck. He crouched next to Liam to see if he could help Mason.

“What is this thing?” Mason asked. You didn’t even realize he was awake.

“I don’t know,” Theo answered. His eyes met yours for a second and it felt like he meant it.

“Liam, I can feel it,” Mason said. He sounded like he was close to crying, which was understandable considering everything he’d been through these past few weeks, let alone these past few hours. He took a shaky breath. “It- It’s in my skull.”

“Don’t move,” Liam said, looking up at Der Soldat. He was trying to figure out how to disconnect them without ripping out parts of Mason's skull.

“Careful,” Scott warned.

Liam turned to Theo. “What are they doing to him?”

“I don’t know,” Theo said. He sounded too harsh for your liking, even if he was fed up with no one believing him the whole night.

“Guys, let’s focus,” Scott said. Always the alpha. All Scott’s attention was on Mason, and if you were him you wouldn’t want anyone other than Scott on your side. “Mason, we’re gonna get you out of here.” He turned to Liam very slowly and added, “Hold him still. I’m going to try to pull it out. Mason, let me know if it hurts you.”

“Scott, wouldn’t it be easier to sever the tube?” you asked, trying not to sound like you thought the current course of action would kill Mason.

“We’ll try that next,” Scott said. He wrapped his hand around the bit of glass that encased a part of the tube and started pulling.

Immediately, Mason started screaming. Scott let go. “It hurts!” Mason groaned. “It definitely hurts.”

“I barely moved it,” Scott said to Liam.

The clicking started before Liam could respond, coupled with the heavy breathing and low hum of their suits. You looked at Theo out of the corner of your eye before you both turned to face the Dread Doctor. If this was a trap, he didn't know about it.

You moved, slowly, in front of Liam and Mason as Scott stood up.

“They wanted us here,” Theo said in a low voice. He didn’t take his eyes off the Dread Doctor, but they snapped to the other side of the room when the clicking started again. Another Dread Doctor. You just needed one more to complete the set.

“Help Liam get that thing out of Mason’s neck,” Scott told you quietly.

You crouched down and nodded at Liam as one of the Dread Doctors hissed from the back of the room. It called Theo a failure. As much as you agreed, you had other problems you needed to focus on.

You looked for the part where the tubes connected. If there was a weak spot, that was bound to be it. There wasn’t one. But if you could cut the tube, then you might be able to make a run for it, even if someone had to support Mason and the thing attached to his head.

“Liam,” you whispered. You nodded at the tube and reached for your knife. He nodded and held onto Mason. The two of you just had to trust that Scott and Theo could hold off the Dread Doctors while they verbally destroyed what was left of Theo’s self-esteem.

“From you, we learned that true evil only comes from corrupting something truly good,” the Dread Doctor hissed. Theo threw a punch at him.

You forced the knife through the tube as all hell broke loose. Scott jumped into action and Liam dove forward to protect you from the other Dread Doctor, but Mason was groaning. The fluid was leaking out of the broken tube. He yelled for Liam, and you tried to help but it was like he couldn’t even see you there. You thought you’d killed him when he screamed and got to his feet.

“Transformation without frequency,” the Dread Doctor said.

Mason’s eyes started glowing and you backed away as quickly as you could. Liam called out his name as the shadows started engulfing Mason. “That’s not my name,” Mason said in a deep and distorted voice. The shadows wrapped around him and he transformed into the Beast.

You ducked as it swung its arm at you and heard it crack one of the Dread Doctors’ masks. You crawled over to Liam and Scott in an attempt to get away, lungs burning from the memory of being torn out the last time you got close to this thing.

The Beast lifted one of the Dread Doctors into the air by their neck and literally squeezed their head off. The body fell with a deafening thud. And then it threw Theo to the ground and grabbed the other Dread Doctor, dragging it up the stairs.

By the time you guys got up there with it, Parrish was there and Chris and Gerard were unloading shotgun bullets into The Beast’s back as it tried to get away. It started transforming on the other side of the bridge, but you weren’t looking at Mason when it was done.

“La Bete du Gevudian, I know your name!” Gerard said. The man turned to look at Gerard over his shoulder. “Do you remember mine?”

He grimaced slightly. “Argent.” The man took off into the forest and Parrish raced after him.

“Who the hell was that?” Scott asked.

“You’ve seen the Beast of Gevaudan,” Gerard said. He nodded in the direction where the man and Parrish went running. “That was the Man.”

“Sebastien Valet,” Chris said, much more helpfully.

“But if that was Sebastien then … what happened to Mason?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Chris said, taking his eyes off the woods to look at you. His heartbeat jumped. “We’ll follow Parrish. You kids see if he’s still alive and take him to the animal clinic.”

“Theo will be fine,” you said.

“Not him,” Gerard said with that creepy smile of his. “The Surgeon.”

As if in response, the Dread Doctor on the floor’s suit let out its familiar clicking sound. You only had a second to look at Scott before he dove to pick up the Dread Doctor. With your brother carrying the almost lifeless body of your enemy, you and Liam led the way back to the car.

At least with Scott keeping the Dread Doctor together, you got to drive. You made it to Deaton’s in record time with minimal curse words.

You threw open the back door for Scott and Liam to carry the Dread Doctor, but paused when you got inside and saw Stiles with Deaton and a case file. They knew something.

“He’s still alive,” Scott said, snapping you out of your thoughts. He and Liam pushed past Stiles and Deaton to put the Dread Doctor on the exam table. The suit was still clicking, but not humming. “Can you keep him alive?” Scott asked as Deaton started feeling where the Dread Doctor’s organs should have been.

“I’m not sure he technically is alive,” Deaton said.

“Screw keeping him alive. How do we get him to talk?” Liam asked.

“Personally, I don’t think we utilize torture nearly enough,” Stiles said. God, you missed him a disgusting amount for only being separated for a day.

You were about to say that the Dread Doctor needed to be alive to talk when a man’s voice echoed in your head. “Come.” You blinked in an attempt to focus.

“Did you hear that?” Liam asked.

“Come to me,” the man said. It had to be Sebastien. You looked towards the back door to try and figure out where he was. “To me.”

The Dread Doctor bolted up, his suit clicking and making a high-pitched vibrating noise. It was almost as good at scrambling your brain as one of Lydia’s screams. You clutched your ears and collapsed to the ground as everything in the clinic shuddered. You and Stiles crouched together, and you barely saw Liam jumping into action before Scott started yelling.

“Liam, wait!”

The Dread Doctor sent out a blast that knocked Liam into a wall and walked out. He sent off another one when he was outside, frying the electrical circuit and magnetizing the door. You barely had enough time to pull Stiles out of the way before one of the tables tried to decapitate him.

You didn’t have time to check on Stiles before Liam ran towards the exit and another set of sparks went flying.

“Stop!” Deaton yelled. You and Stiles got to your feet, holding shaky hands. “It’s electrified.”

You stood deathly still as you tried to drown out the electricity and focus on what Sebastian and the Dread Doctor were saying. He wanted the pike but the Dread Doctor said the Argents had it.

“The cane,” Scott whispered.

“But they took it,” Liam said. “They took the cane.”

And then the Dread Doctor fell to the ground. You jumped at the sound his skull made as it met the pavement. He was dead. All the Dread Doctors were dead.

---

“Maybe there’s something in here,” Scott said as he flipped through the pages in the case file that Stiles had brought. “Something about how he was a genetic chimera.”

“Mason had a vanishing twin,” Deaton said.

“Now we’ve got a vanishing Mason,” Stiles said.

“Wait, he ate his twin in the womb?” you asked. It wasn’t the weirdest thing to ever happen but you couldn’t help your reaction. Deaton nodded but Liam started talking before he could say anything.

“What does that have to do with him turning into a 250-year-old French guy?” Liam asked. “How does that even happen?”

Deaton touched Liam’s arm gently. “Hold on, Scott might have something.” He paused for a second to breathe and gather his thoughts. “Mason’s twin wasn’t entirely gone. That’s what made him a genetic chimera.”

A moment of silence passed and then Scott said, “The DNA was still there.”

“Metaphorically speaking, the DNA of Mason could still be inside Sebastien as well,” Deaton said with a nod.

“How?” Stiles asked.

“Life is energy. Energy doesn’t just disappear,” Deaton said. He looked down at the mask on the exam table. “The Dread Doctors may have found a way to break the rules of the supernatural world, but there are some rules that simply won’t break.”

“So Mason can’t just be gone?” Liam asked, sounding more hopeful than he'd been all day.

“Somewhere in Sebastien, Mason has to still exist in some form,” Deaton said. Stiles picked up the mask as Deaton spoke. You half expected it to start clicking. “A spark of energy, a flicker of memory.”

Stiles looked up. “Hang on … Liam, you said Mason said something right before he turned.”

“He said, ‘That’s not my name,’” Liam said.

“He finally remembered his name,” Scott said, looking at Stiles.

“Damnatio Memoriae,” Stiles said.

“That’s what they wanted!” Liam said. “They wanted Sebastien to remember his name.”

“So all we need to do is get Mason to remember who he is,” you said.

“How do we do that?” Liam asked. “Walk up to the Beast, yell Mason’s name and turn him back?”

“Not us,” Scott said. “Lydia.”

---

Either Sebastien remembered Lydia from Mason’s memories or he got lucky at the police station. Thankfully, she was still alive - Noah got her to the hospital in time - but you and Liam had to wait in the waiting room while Stiles and Scott spoke to her.

You stood up when Scott started walking closer. “Is Lydia okay?”

“She’s gonna be fine, but …” Scott took a breath and looked over your shoulder at Liam. “She can’t really talk.”

“Then it’s over, isn’t it?” Liam asked. He was so upset when you turned to look at him that he looked ready to punch a wall. But he kept himself still. “There’s nothing we can do to save him.”

Scott’s phone vibrated and you frowned at him. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I’ve got two voicemails from Kira,” Scott mumbled. “Give me a second.”

He walked away to take his call and you turned back to Liam. “I’m sorry, biscuit,” you said gently. As you sat down next to him, you took his hand in yours. “We’ll figure something out. You know we’re not going to give up on him.”

“Thanks,” Liam said with a small smile. It was probably all he could muster up at the time. You didn’t want to pretend that you knew what he was going through, so you just held his hand.

When Scott turned back around, he walked over quickly. “Get up,” he said.

“Why?” Liam asked.

“Because I’ve got an idea,” Scott said. “And because this isn’t over.”

“What’s your idea?” you asked. Scott got his goofy smile on his face like he knew what you were going to say when he was done explaining. Rightfully so, because as soon as he was done, you said, “This is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.”

“I know,” Scott said with a smile. “Come on.”

You and Liam followed Scott to Lydia’s room where you waited for Melissa to bring the cortisone shot. It was an awful wait but you were glad to see Lydia again. She couldn’t talk but you braided her into a bad replica of one of her signature braids. You’d just finished when your mom came in with Stiles behind her.

“Lydia, this is going to have to be just between us, since I can get fired for it,” Mel said in her gentlest voice.

“It’s a cortisone shot,” Scott explained in his alpha voice. It made you wonder if you had a voice like they did. “It’s gonna bring the inflammation down.”

Lydia nodded and Mel prepped the shot. She took the bandage off Lydia’s neck and you dropped your gaze. You weren’t the only one who was squeamish.

“Oh, yeah, okay. I’m gonna need to leave,” Stiles said awkwardly. You grabbed his hand to keep him in place and gave him a look. “Okay, fine. I’m not leaving, but I still might faint.”

“I’ll catch you,” you teased quietly. You squeezed his hand and reached for Lydia’s hand with your other. And then Liam fainted.

“Okay, Lydia, this is going to hurt like a bitch,” Mel said, ignoring the passed out teenage boy at her feet. She held Lydia’s chin in her hand and put the needle in her neck before anyone could change their minds.

Lydia started gasping and squeezing your hand. It was over quickly but she winced with every movement she made. Still, she managed to get dressed and stand through the elevator ride without complaint.

“Okay, I’ll get Malia,” Stiles said when you all stepped off the elevator. “Text me when you guys find Parrish.”

Scott handed Lydia off to you and rushed behind Stiles. “Hold on,” he said, pulling something out of his jacket and handing it to Stiles. The talons.

Lydia mumbled something and you tried to zone out of Scott and Stiles’ conversation to focus on her. You asked if she was okay as you and Liam kept walking with her to the parking lot. You hadn’t gotten much further by the time Scott and Stiles finished, but when they were done Stiles came rushing up to you guys. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple and you made him promise to be safe.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he dashed off again, and you caught Lydia smiling at you when you were done. “What?”

“I told you when you got back that he was crazy about you,” she said, voice barely there.

You rolled your eyes and nudged her lightly as you walked. “Let’s get through tonight and then you can tell me you told me so all you want, okay?”

---

The electricity crackled through the tunnels as the four of you raced around trying to find the Beast. It was concerning, but everything in these tunnels was concerning. And wet. One of the pipes must have burst but you couldn’t hear a leak anywhere.

“Scott?” Liam whispered as he came to a stop. “Do you hear that?”

“I heard that,” Lydia said.

“Lydia, save your voice,” Scott told her.

Liam looked down at the ground. He lifted his foot and the water sloshed around him. “Hey … Lydia, get out of here!” He shoved Lydia out of the puddle as electricity coursed through the water.

Up until then, you’d never been electrocuted. It felt like something was eating away at your insides, burning you up from the inside out. And if that wasn't enough, Liam and Scott were screaming which made it impossible to focus on anything.

Theo stepped out of the shadows, said sorry to Lydia, and then picked her up and threw her down one of the shafts in the tunnel. You scrambled to get closer but it was like there were needles in each of your muscles. Scott barely got there in time to catch her. Then Theo sank his claws into Scott.

“Feel that, Scott?” Theo asked. “Kanima venom.” He killed Tracy. There’s no other way he could have her power. And if he was the one that electrocuted you, then Josh was dead too. “Just let it happen. Let it go.”

You reached down to get Lydia but your arm was too short. You were half hanging down the empty shaft to reach her. Theo kicked you out of the way and you almost fell in.

“Let everything go.”  

“No!” Scott yelled. His grip had to be fading by now. Lydia was screaming as she struggled.

And then she fell.

The Beast growled in the distance as Theo straightened himself out. “You hear that?” he asked. “That’s the sound of real power.”

Your heart raced as Theo left. You couldn’t think. Lydia wasn’t supposed to get hurt. You scrambled over to Scott to make sure he was okay but it didn’t feel right.

“Scott, I need to find her,” you said. “She- she’s not like us. She could be dead.”

“Go,” Scott said. “Liam and I will handle Theo. You need to go find Lydia, alright?”

You mustered up a nod as you got to your feet. “Alright.”

You started running but everything in the tunnels looked the same. Frustratingly, you realized you might have had a better chance at finding Lydia if you’d jumped down the damn grate that Theo pushed her down. You were about to give up and your search and give that plan a try when you caught her scent. It was mingled with fear, but that only made it stronger.

You had to be right on top of Lydia when you saw someone coming out of the shadows. You threw them against the wall without thinking, and then they pinned you and pressed a blade to your throat.

“Nice sword,” you said a little breathlessly.

Kira smiled as she let go of you. “Thanks. Sorry, I’m a little late.”

“You’re right on time.” Something pounded a little further down the tunnel and you shared a look. “I’m saving Lydia. Do you want to help or find Scott?”

“Help first. Boyfriend later,” Kira said with a nod. The two of you ran to the door that Lydia was hitting and Kira cut it straight off the hinges before you had the chance to do anything. She smiled at a very freaked out looking Lydia. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“I’m just glad you made it,” Lydia said. Her voice was getting stronger. It gave you hope.

With renewed energy, you grabbed Lydia’s hand and the three of you started running through the tunnels. It was easier to find the others this time; you were stronger when you had your friends with you. Plus, once you were close enough, it was easier to track them by sound than by scent. The others could hear them too so you didn’t have to stop as much to pull them in the right direction.

You got there just as Scott fell to the floor, blood dripping down his neck.

It took Lydia a moment to catch her breath. The cortisone shot must have been wearing off by now. “Mason?” Her voice was stronger than before but all it did was get Sebastien’s attention.

Sebastien turned to face her and scowled. He started walking closer, each step echoing off the tunnel walls.

“I think you’re gonna need to try it a little louder,” Kira said, reaching for Lydia's hand and backing up slightly.

Sebastien’s eyes started glowing as he stalked closer. The shadows wrapped around him, and he started transforming into the Beast when Lydia took a breath and steadied herself.

When she opened her mouth again, it didn't sound like her banshee scream. It ricocheted in your skull all the same, but this was focused. Under the weight of her voice, the Beast started to crumble. The shadows appeared once more and then Mason fell through. The only reason he didn’t hit the floor was that Corey materialized to catch him at the last second.

But there were still shadows.

The Beast wasn’t materializing like it used to. Instead, it was wailing as it drifted through the tunnels. You thought it was going to disappear when Parrish managed to grab hold of it.

Scott got himself together and threw the cane at the Beast like a javelin.

The second the metal pierced the shadows, the shrieking got louder. The Beast was engulfed in blue-white light, being torn apart from the inside out, until Parrish stood alone in the tunnel. His flames went out.

“Is everyone okay?” Scott asked as everyone caught their breath.

“Not everyone!” Theo growled. He was covered in electricity, and he was pissed.

“Jesus Christ, what is it gonna take for you to die?” you asked, storming closer and shifting. There was no way you were going to let another one of your friends get hurt because of him.

Theo had other plans. He gathered all his electricity in his hand and shot a bolt of lightning at you. It probably would have killed you if Kira hadn’t jumped in front of you and used her sword to absorb the power.

“The Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo,” she said, sounding more sure of herself than you'd ever heard before. The electricity stopped as Theo faltered. “Your sister wants to see you.”

Kira shoved her sword - still glowing from the lightning - into the ground. The concrete cracked in harsh lines towards Theo before opening up at his feet. Two very demonic looking hands clawed their way out of the hole and Tara stood up.

It was eerily silent as she grabbed at him and started pulling him down. The silence was broken by Theo’s screams.

“Scott, help me!” He grabbed at the concrete as his sister pulled him under. “No! No! Scott, help me! Please!”

And then he disappeared. The ground closed up behind him.  

“Woah,” you whispered. Sure, you were ready to kill him a minute ago, but now that he was gone … your heart broke a little bit. He sounded so scared at the end. You forced yourself to remember all the awful things he’d done and the fact that he was going to kill you, too, to keep from crying. Instead of unpacking all those emotions, you said. “I hate this place. Can someone give me a ride to check on Malia and Stiles?”

---

“It’s not that bad.”

“You had glass in your chest.”

“I got better.”

“You’re lucky we’re in a hospital so I can’t kick your ass.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try,” Stiles said, throwing his empty jello cup in the trash can a few feet away. “Physically, yeah, you could totally kick my ass. But emotionally? That’ll wreck you.”

“You might have a point,” you said begrudgingly as you fixed his blankets. There was a bandage just above his heart, poking out of the hospital gown. You forced yourself to stop staring at it and look him in the eye. “Plus, then I’d have to break in another boyfriend and that would be a real hassle.”

“Please, you could have house trained Liam in the time it took for us to go out on a date,” Stiles said as he rolled his eyes. He smiled as you laughed at his bad joke, taking your hand in his and holding it against his chest. You’d have given anything to know exactly what he was thinking.

But telepathy wasn’t one of your powers, and that look on his face was making you irrationally nervous. You’d known that face all your life. You’d been dating that face for almost a year. That face had no business making you nervous.

“You know, the winter formal is coming up,” you blurted out. You had near-instantaneous regrets, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “Your back and chest should be healed by then and even if they’re not-”

Stiles made no attempt to hide the annoyingly smug grin on his face. “Are you asking me to the winter formal?”

“No,” you said defensively. You pulled your hand back and started picking at your nails. After having Stiles watch you squirm for an uncomfortable amount of time, you added, “I mean … do you want to go? To the formal, I mean.”

“God, no. I hate parties,” Stiles said. You felt ready to crawl into a hole and die. Of course, he didn’t want to go - school dances were a socially anxious nightmare. “But-” Stiles reached out for your hands and pulled them away from your face “-I would love to go to the dance with you. Assuming you’re asking me to go with you.”

You were quiet as you looked at him. While Stiles was still riding the high of making you nervous, he was being sincere. He’d go to the dance if you wanted to. “Really?” you asked quietly.

“Really,” Stiles repeated with a smile. He ran his thumbs across your hands gently. “You wanna go to the winter formal?”

“With you?”

“With me.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment. “You’ll get me a corsage that matches the flower in your lapel?”

Stiles leaned in as much as he could without hurting his chest. “I’ll even wear a tie,” he said.

You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “Then it’s a date.”

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[theogbadbitch]

Life just seems so unreal right now. I’ve been trying to force myself to be “ok”. I finished a episode of Vampire Diaries the other night and I just sat for a hour and cried. It just feels like everything is coming all at once. Let me shut up y’all don’t care LMFAOOOOO

[banrions]

so. i’ve now finished vampire diaries season 4. 

heyyyyy hayley. i missed you. i wish DESPERATELY that we had gotten to see her and katherine interact. ANYTHING. a one second phone call. i don’t care it would have been GLORIOUS and we were DEPRIVED and i can’t believe i never latched onto all the parallels of those two the first go around but i am PAYING ATTENTION NOW. 

s4 is PEAK elena and rebekah and i loved every minute of it. bekah took one look at elena and wanted to fuck her and spent the rest of the time being petty bc elena was a bitch to her first. (bekah is the wronged party in like.... 9/10 of the shit in tvd and this season was full of me screaming at my screen for ppl to be nice to her.) 

which is one of the reasons i love matt donovan. the other, is that he is actually a good guy and i just love him a lot. every other dude on this show is Terrible ™ but matt donovan is not one of them. he’s a good egg. 

the road trip elena/bekah episode and then katherine and the three of them in the diner is the actual best thing this show has ever done, other than letting nina dobrev face off against herself alone. and if this show were actually smart and good and had ppl behind the scenes who wrote good shit they would have capitalized on it. 

alas

they are not

pitty for them and for us

god the whole sirebond elena/damon thing was terrible and stupid

i actually found the caroline/klaus dynamic more interesting this go around. weird. still enjoy them more platonically bc klaus doesn’t deserve love but i like when they face off a heck of a lot. 

yet again, bonnie mostly just drives me nuts. i’m gonna be annoyed abt this every season. i should love her. this show sucks. 

so. bring on season 5 and petulant human katherine and her daughter drama. i remember literally nothing else except that they went to college and ppl would not shut up abt some jackhole named enzo. i can’t remember where i stopped watching, but we’ll find out i guess. 

[theonyxpath]

Well, in a manner of speaking, Luke. This week wraps up our Lunars Kickstarter for a deluxe edition of this Exalted 3rd Edition sourcebook. The 72 hour warning just went out today, and we’re already seeing a dramatic upswing in pledges!

Look below in the Kickstarter section of The Blurbs! for more info and links!

Looking forward to see how it wraps up, and thrilled so far with how it has been going. Next up, we’ll be taking a couple/few weeks off and then starting the Contagion Chronicle Kickstarter for our Chronicles of Darkness “crossover” chronicle book.

More news on that as we get closer to the start, but if you want to get started with early Contagion Chronicle info, go ahead and check out the link to Matthew’s character creation session in the Onyx Path Media section of The Blurbs!, below.

Wraith20 Book of Oblivion art by Ken Meyer, Jr

Meanwhile, last week I placed Print On Demand proof orders for five different projects, and I expect to put out a couple more in this coming week. They’ll come my way whenever the PoD printers get them done and out, but it is still really great to know so many of our projects are nearing the finish line.

(PoD Proofs are the books printed out just like they will be for any of you who order them from DriveThruRPG, just early so that I can look through them and make sure there aren’t any printing errors.)

In the Monday Meeting this week, we reviewed our thoughts about next year’s brochure and found them good. Thanks to all of you who sent me your thoughts, either in the comments or directly!

We’ll be setting up a separate meeting group to handle what we’ll actually be putting into the brochure, it’s size, how many we’ll print, all that stuff, now that the strategy has been set in the larger Monday Meeting.

Signs of Sorcery art by Alex Shiekman

Having just had a full schedule review meeting last week, this week’s reports on the projects were done in record time. We had a few discussions on switching a few of our developers around; mostly because of some of their life issues.

This is really an important part of what we have been trying to do for years at Onyx Path, and which has been working out very well with our in-house dev crew being able to pitch in and resolve issues this last year, in particular. If a creator needs to ease back, or even drop out for a while, we want to work with them to make the transition something that is actually a good thing, or at least minimally disruptive, as they tackle the challenges of their “real” lives.

If you listened to last Friday’s Onyx Pathcast where our crew interviewed Rich Dansky, you’ll hear him mention how the chance to develop Wraith20 had him dancing with joy. But, you’ll also hear him talk about the real-world losses that occurred while Wr20 was being worked on: he lost three cats, both his parents, and went through a divorce.

Through all that personal upheaval, we were prepared to reconfigure the development of the project in whatever way Rich needed, and ultimately Matthew was able to help Rich finalize the project by providing both creative and process support.

EX3 The Realm art by Gong Studios

It might have been easier to just drop Rich when the rest of his life, day-job included, started to slow down progress on the project, but I am very glad that Onyx Path is able to maneuver to support creators like Rich through their tough times.

It’s not easy and does not come without cost. I know we have lost fans who wanted/needed their KS’d books earlier, and while most of our backers understood the reasons, some didn’t. Nor are we always perfect in how we work things out.

But we’re trying, Ringo. We’re trying real hard….

Changeling20 Players Guide art by Ken Meyer, Jr

It’s what we do so we can take all of you to the many amazing game lines, the…

Many Worlds, One Path!

BLURBS!

KICKSTARTER:

With our Kickstarter for the Deluxe version of EX3‘s Lunars heading into the last three days, we are well over 400% funded and have over 2175 backers! Multiple Stretch Goals have already been achieved, and we’ve just gotten started. So c’mon and get your beast-form on and join the fun!

The Story Told Podcast has a wonderful interview about Lunars: Fangs at the Gate: https://thestorytold.libsyn.com/bonus-episode-5-exalted-lunar-ks-interview-with-eric-minton

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This Friday’s Onyx Pathcast is a Sell Me On episode where our titanic Trio take the suggestions they received from our listeners on Twitter, and give five minute spiels on the wonders of ten Onyx Path game lines. If you ever wanted to know why one of these lines is cool – this is the episode for you!https://onyxpathcast.podbean.com/

And Here’s More Media About Our Worlds:

If YOU have a podcast, YouTube or Twitch channel, or talk about games on a blog or other website, and want to perform actual plays or make reviews of our games, please reach out to the Gentleman Gamer on the Onyx Path forum. From there we’ll share emails and get you started, so when you do start producing content we’ll be able to promote it on our blog and YouTube channel!

In case you missed it last week, we hosted an Exalted character creation session for Lunars: Fangs at the Gate. Here’s the link to the video Neall Raemonn Price, Dixie Cochran, and Matthew Dawkins put together: https://youtu.be/cRr9WZHa2PA

Matthew’s also been busy running They Came from Beneath the Sea! for the folks at Red Moon Roleplaying! Here’s the latest episode in that series: https://youtu.be/QM2f6njFwng

And to show Matthew clearly has too much time on his hands, here’s a link to a character creation session for the upcoming Contagion Chronicle! More sessions will follow: https://youtu.be/STOec6if8NE

We have a new game to show you this week, with Occultists Anonymous – an actual play of Mage: The Awakening 2E – having put a first session up on YouTube. Check it out, as the viewer numbers are shooting up already: https://youtu.be/r6NroG9vRe4

Devil’s Luck Gaming continue with their excellent costumed Scarred Lands actual play: https://www.twitch.tv/DEVILSLUCKGAMING

Red Moon Roleplaying also uploaded their finale to the Changeling: The Lost 2E chronicle they’ve been running: https://youtu.be/cjRkH8HHJ5I

And last but not least, one we might have missed from a few weeks ago: Garblag Games has several episodes of their Scion series up on YouTube and we seriously think it’s worth checking out: https://youtu.be/yXz0Quc_Ln0

Please check any of these out and let us know if you find or produce any actual plays of our games!

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As we find ways to enable our community to more easily play our games, the Onyx Dice Rolling App is now live! Our dev team has been doing updates since we launched based on the excellent use-case comments by our community, and this thing is both rolling and rocking!

Here’s an update from the App devs:

Onyx Dice!  We’ve recently released the Changeling: The Lost, Trinity Continuum: Aeon dice, and now the Geist dice.  Next up on our radar is: Demon: The Fallen,  Mummy: The Resurrection,  Kindred of the East, Vampire Dark Ages, and Mummy: The Curse.

We have a serious issue on the Pixel and Motorola phones that prevent the user from using the app correctly.  A fix is coming shortly.  A temporary workaround is to minimize the app without shutting it down, and then restore it.

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UK Games Expo: May 31st – June 2nd Gen Con: August 1st – August 4th Save Against Fear: Oct 12-14 GameHoleCon: October 31st – November 3rd We’ll also be back at PAX Unplugged later this year.

And now, the new project status updates!

DEVELOPMENT STATUS FROM FAST EDDY WEBB (projects in bold have changed status since last week):

First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep)

M20 Victorian Mage (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

City of the Towered Tombs (Cavaliers of Mars)

Geist2e Fiction Anthology (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition)

Across the Eight Directions (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Exalted Essay Collection (Exalted)

Legendlore core book (Legendlore)

Kith and Kin (Changeling: The Lost 2e)

Scion: Demigod (Scion 2nd Edition)

TC: Aeon Ready Made Characters (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Trinity Continuum Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum Core)

TC: Aeon Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Heroic Land Dwellers (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

Monsters of the Deep (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

Tales of Aquatic Terror (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

Masks of the Mythos (Scion 2nd Edition)

Scion: Dragon (Scion 2nd Edition)

Wraith20 Fiction Anthology (Wraith: The Oblivion 20th Anniversary Edition)

Redlines

Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition core rulebook (Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition)

Creatures of the World Bestiary (Scion 2nd Edition)

Chicago Folio/Dossier (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Let The Streets Run Red (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Cults of the Blood Gods (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Dragon-Blooded Novella #1 (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Distant Worlds (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Second Draft

Tales of Good Dogs – Pugmire Fiction Anthology (Pugmire)

Heirs to the Shogunate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Scion Ready Made Characters (Scion 2nd Edition)

Deviant: The Renegades (Deviant: The Renegades)

Scion Companion: Mysteries of the World (Scion 2nd Edition)

M20 The Technocracy Reloaded (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

Development

Hunter: the Vigil 2e core (Hunter: the Vigil 2nd Edition)

Lunars: Fangs at the Gate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

WoD Ghost Hunters (World of Darkness)

Oak, Ash, and Thorn: Changeling: The Lost 2nd Companion (Changeling: The Lost 2nd)

Night Horrors: Nameless and Accursed (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

Memento Mori: the GtSE 2e Companion (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition)

Pirates of Pugmire (Realms of Pugmire)

Manuscript Approval:

Trinity Continuum: Aberrant core (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

CofD Dark Eras 2 (Chronicles of Darkness)

Editing:

V5 Chicago By Night (Vampire: The Masquerade)

V5 Chicago By Night Screen (Vampire: The Masquerade)

Spilled Blood (Vampire: The Requiem 2nd Edition)

Scion Jumpstart (Scion 2nd Edition)

CofD Contagion Chronicle (Chronicles of Darkness)

Witch-Queen of the Shadowed Citadel (Cavaliers of Mars)

Post-Editing Development:

Signs of Sorcery (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

Night Horrors: Shunned by the Moon (Werewolf: The Forsaken 2nd Edition)

Tales of Excellent Cats (Monarchies of Mau)

Wr20 Book of Oblivion (Wraith: The Oblivion 20th Anniversary Edition)

C20 Novel: Cup of Dreams (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Aeon Aexpansion (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

M20 Book of the Fallen (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

Indexing:

ART DIRECTION FROM MIRTHFUL MIKE:

In Art Direction

Ex3 Monthly Stuff  

Chicago By Night

Aeon Aexpansion

They Came From Beneath the Sea!

EX3 Lunars

Hunter: The Vigil 2

Shunned By the Moon – Sketches and finals coming in.

Contagion Chronicle – AD’d for KS.

Scion Jumpstart

VtR Spilled Blood – Going over notes.

Marketing Stuff

In Layout

Dystopia Rising: Evolution

Book of Oblivion 

Signs of Sorcery

Proofing

M20: Gods and Monsters – PoD proof ordered.

Pugmire Roll of Good Dogs and Cats – PoD proof ordered.

Adventures for Curious Cats – Waiting on art fixes.

Trinity Core – Putting inMind Meld changes.

Trinity Aeon – Putting in Mind Meld changes.

Ex3 Dragon Blooded – PoD proofs ordered.

Geist 2e – 2nd Proof.

C20 Player’s Guide – Waiting on fixed piece of art to do 2nd Proof

In Media Res – Inputting proof corrections.

The Realm – Art is arting, book is proofing.

At Press

Scion Hero – Printing. PoD proof getting worked on.

Scion Origin – Printing. PoD proof ordered.

Scion Dice – At Studio2.

Scion Screen – At Studio2.

Fetch Quest – At Studio2 prepping for shipping.

False Images – EX3 novel – On sale at DTRPG.com this week in PDF/PoD/eBook versions.

TODAY’S REASON TO CELEBRATE: 

Our friends at The Bodhanna Group have published their first book! Wizards, Warriors and Wellness: The Therapeutic Application of Role Playing Games is a short booklet that gives a basic overview of the benefits that can be gained through intentional use of Tabletop Role Playing Games. It introduces readers to the therapeutic value of RPG and how this can be focused for treating various mental health disorders and behavioral challenges. One warning: although this should be enjoyable and informative for gamers of all sorts, the therapeutic strategies inside are for trained professionals. https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/268200/Wizards-Warriors-and-Wellness–The-Therapeutic-Application-of-Role-Playing-Games Congrats to all the team at TBG!

[bananashemmo]

#292: The Vampire Diaries AU

A/N:

The Vampire Diaries is my all time favorite shows of all, my constant Delena feels is driving me insane and every time I’m inspired of something it comes from their relationship. I’ve never been this attached to a show before and even though I’ve finished the seasons many years ago I can still watch every single episode, cry, laugh and feel complete with my favorite made up characters. Every bit of this is inspired of Delena scenes.

Read When We Collide here //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“Who allowed you to walk outside without guardians to watch you?” The exposing voice of Luke surprised you in the middle of a breath, making your feet pause and your breath hitch in your throat. “I didn’t think you’d need people to watch over you when you’re over 18.” You looked over your shoulder to see his unsatisfied face. He wasn’t happy you were outside and truth was you knew you had broken a promise. “Yes, people over the age of 18 are allowed to guide their own decisions. But not you.” Your eyes widened by his words making you cross your arms. “So what, you’ve the one who’s going to take my decisions now? Or what about Calum? No wait, a better choice! Michael!” Luke’s eyes boiled with fire by your lack of seriousness. You were not the one to joke a lot but it pissed him off rather much that you didn’t even take his warnings into situation. “You think this is a joke? You think I’m just saying this just to have some sort of control over you? I am trying to save you, Y/N.” That was the thing that was being told all the time. That you had to be saved, that you could never be the one to be in control only because of your weaknesses. You wanted to be independent, you wanted to prove that they didn’t have the power they thought they had. “How about saving me by not saving me? Maybe that would start wonders.” You threw your hair over your shoulder and started to walk again down the street, not caring about his reaction or what he was going to say. You already knew the words and you also knew you had crossed the line so not make things worse. He could run for you if he wanted and he could leave, nothing would matter to you. “If you won’t walk with me willingly I’ll throw you over my shoulder without a word. Your decision, for once Y/N.” His voice was dead serious to the point of shivers running down your spine but you held your head high and kept on walking. It was no use fighting against him but at least he had to catch you first.  You just had to shake off the fact you were more scared than brave. If you just kept walking with your mind the right place you wouldn’t have to think about the surroundings around you. But as a jolt ran through your body and you expected to see Luke’s face behind you as someone sneaked their arms around your waist you were shocked. “Is that the doppelganger I see?” The face wasn’t recognizable but the redness in his eyes were enough for you to scream. You weren’t able to say anything and you shut your eyes preparing for what was going to happen. It wasn’t something you wanted to witness to. You weren’t supposed to peak your eye open but you did and a shaky breath escaped your lips when the vampire looked just as pale as you probably did. Behind him stood Luke with a irritated look on his face, most probably illustrating ‘I told you so,’. Ripping the heart completely out from the guy’s body Luke threw it to the ground instantly and dried off the blood on his pants. “Thank you.” It had been a bit of silence before you said anything, you were too shocked but in the end so grateful. “I don’t do this because I want the control over you.” He mentioned and wrapped a secure hand around your waist. “I’m doing this because I care for you.” 

Calum:

“If you’ve come to yell at me, don’t. I’ve had enough complains today the last thing I want is from you as well.” You looked confused by his words, he wouldn’t even look at you but you could tell the glass in his hand was about to crack. His eyes were deeply focused at the fireplace burning with ashes. The brownness in his eyes really came to notice with the flame reflections of orange and yellow/red. You weren’t sure if you should walk out or stay because he really seemed to be in the mood of a yell. Even if he said he didn’t want to do it his voice showed a hint of frustration, anger, and most importantly aggression. You never wanted to be on his bad side when he was in this mood. “You were the one killing him.” You weren’t angry, you weren’t sad. It was a face left with no emotions you wore. Calum blinked twice and looked towards your direction without a word said. Though, he was thinking a billion. “Yes, I killed him Y/N. He was coming after you, there was no way he was going to get in control once the transition was over. Some are just not meant for being vampires.” He watched you take the steps closer and you stepped onto the carpet he was standing at. “Some are just meant to be human.” “Wasn’t that the same thing you said about me?” You almost couldn't believe the way he was thinking. Just the second it was about someone else he wouldn't think twice if their life was worth it. If they stood in the way it was better ending lives than recreating ones. "That whatever had to be done I needed a second chance. I needed to see if I could stand living this life because mine wasn't worth ending yet?" Calum bit harshly onto his lip by your words, barely wanting to flick his glance at you. "That was something different." "How can it be something different? No human life is different from other? We're all worth the same!" You wanted to march over and knock some sense into him but no matter what he never seemed to understand your perspective. He just wanted to do what was best in order for him to live his life without worrying a little too much. "Because this is you. And I'm nothing without you by my side no matter if you hate me or you love me!" You rolled your eyes by his words, almost wanting to block it all out. One side you wanted nothing else but to kiss the life out of him but on the other side you just wanted to smack him. Right across the face because with how selfish he was being right now it shouldn't be accepted. "I'd never hate you. That's how simple it is." It had been a while before you had said something, almost a full minute. You had been thinking back and forth but no matter what you always seemed to forgive him. It didn't matter who he hurt to get to that place but he never left your side to stand up for you and that was the truth. He looked at you while shaking his head, clearly affected by the words said from before. You weren't sure if you were supposed to walk out or not but when he filled the steps between you and placed his hands in your hair this was where you were meant to be. To fill his lips, his cold heart seeming to heat up once you were in his full comfortable reach.

Michael:

"I’m not sure if this is a good idea.” You took the small steps forward into the living room, almost too afraid to get any closer. It was like everything had been increased, things seemed bigger, everything felt clearer. It was stressing you out to the biggest and it wasn’t helping when you spotted Luke standing in front of the couch. Michael stood with his arms crossed watching the scene in front of him with an unsatisfied look on his face. He didn’t like where it was going but nobody wanted to listen to him. Calum held your hand carefully and guided you, assuring that nothing was going to happen. “Cal, I can smell the blood running through his veins.” You looked at Luke trying your utter best but the thirst was coming first. No matter how many times you thought about something else you couldn’t avoid looking at Luke if he was a snack. “I can’t hold it back.” “You just have to believe it, Y/N. Don’t let the blood get the control of you.” Michael shook his head by Calum’s words and tried not to interrupt, biting down on his bottom lip in worry. Luke looked both scared but also secure at the same time. He thrusted Calum, he was after all one of the oldest. He knew what was going on and he knew what to do in case of stuff like this. "You're just new at this. You just need to train to make sure no injuries happen. Remember. Luke is your friend." No matter how many times you repeated Calum's last words about Luke you couldn't help but shutting your eyes a couple of times. You could hear everything. His heart pumping for more blood and you could literally taste it. "I, I can't." You almost wanted to cry but in the end the cravings for blood filled more. Your movements were so quick Calum didn't get the chance to react before you were ready to dig your teeth into Luke's neck but Michael was. He had been watching and waiting for this exact moment to happen. And he knew just exactly what to do. Pulling you away from each other Luke grasped onto his neck with wide eyes, feeling Calum pull him away. With Michael's fast movements he was quickly to push you away and into another room, smacking the door afterwards. You were breathing heavily and feeling your fingertips dance over your lips where the dark red color was dripping down from the skin. "Oh my-, Oh my god, I hurt Luke! Michael I hurt Luke." "No you didn't hurt him. Calm down." Michael seemed a bit stern but also had a gentle side, deciding to grab a napkin and dry your lips from the blood. "You barely dug your teeth into him." You looked at him with your head shaking. "I can't do this. I'm a monster." "Yes you can't, don't be like that. You just need to control it." It was easy for him to say he had years of practice. You knew you had to think logical, he had gotten through it but you just thought it was impossible. "Hey, look at me." He grabbed your chin gently and made you look up at him. "I believe in you, okay? I believe that you can get through this. You just need to control the lust and your target. That's the way forward." He gently caressed your cheek and waited until your breathing came back to normal. This was a new life that had started for you and if you didn't get the control of it it was going to hunt you for the rest of your life.

Ashton:

"Old books and fiction stories? Are we seriously going through all of this just to figure out what is going on with this werewolf curse?" Ashton didn't look pretty impressed about the surroundings. Old bookshelves covered in cobweb along with books older than his own vampire years of age didn't seem to catch his attention. He rather wanted to  go outside and do something else but volunteering for help also included this. "We need to see what is going on. It could be dangerous for all of you." You looked over your shoulder after checking the first shelves, watching Ashton sigh heavily. "Couldn't we just get a witch to figure this out?" Ashton asked the question more to himself than you and Michael, "I mean, it would save us some time." "We could have asked a witch if we knew a witch." You responded without looking at him, it was enough his leather jacket was almost reflecting in the daylight. Ashton scoffed by your words and looked between the books next to you, almost knocking into you in the process. "You know, there's plenty of spae for you too." You nodded your head towards the shelf next to Michael. "But I choose to stand by this one." Ashton looked down at you with his hazel eyes and nodded his head down at you, "I mean, considering my powers against your human ones you aren't really the fastest to read the titles." You almost wanted to bite down on your lip and looked over at Michael for help. He looked back at you with a face that said he wasn't going to interrupt your discussions. You always had these kind of arguments they never seemed to end and nobody ever wanted to participate. You just kept on going like you were hating each other for life without an end to it. "Seriously Ashton, just move." You didn't want to push him but you just tried a bit but couldn't get anywhere. With his strength he looked at you as if you were just a small feather. "Don't look at me like that." You spat and tried to focus back on the books, "I don't like that smirk of yours." "You don't like anything about me yet I'm still constantly here to help your ass." He replied back, not expecting a sneaky comment from you and you held it in. You wanted  to find the book in quiet and peace, not wanting to hear Ashton's voice anymore. Puzzles came from the door making Michael and Ashton look towards it with their quick hearing, and a gasp came from their mouths. The librarian was standing with an arrow ready to shoot towards your direction and if it wasn't for Ashton quickly standing in front of you it would have hit you right in the chest. "Oh my god." You whispered, watching Michael hunt her as she tried to escape. "I told you." Ashton said as if he was in serious pain and tried to reach back to pull the arrow out. "I save you as much as I possibly can." You didn't know what to say other than just stare at him with wide eyes and a wide mouth open. "Consider it me taking a bullet for you beautiful." He commented and leaned back to finally reach the arrow and pulling it out. It was bloody but not something that disturbed you and he winched as if he had gotten a paper cut. "Now where's the bitch I can kill." He looked back at the door but you stopped him by grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers and wanting nothing else but for him to stay.

[katleowriting]

Sister of Darkness- You’re Undead to me

He you go, episode 5 with the vampire diaries rewrite!

Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15001889/chapters/35573652

Fell/Gilbert House

Parker sat up in her bed, she looked around and smiled. Over the four days since the founders party, she had managed to move all of her stuff from the Gilbert house to Sarah's house. Or would it be her house now too? Parker didn't really know, but she was there now and she was extremely happy about it. Jeremy helped her some with bringing over her larger stuff, even Vicki had stopped to help. Elena was almost silent when she helped her pack the rest of her stuff in her room, along with Jenna who couldn't shut up about how Parker was all grown up, and didn’t need anyone to take care of her anymore. There was also lots of complaining about what are they going to eat now that the only one in the family that could cook was leaving. Parker had promised to return if randomly if only to keep everyone else from being subjected to take out for the rest of their lives.

Getting up from her bed she walked to her bathroom and brushed her teeth, and then took a shower before getting dressed to head to the school. Walking down the stairs, Parker, passed pictures of her and Sarah growing up together, then there were some of them with Zach at the boarding house. Smiling she walked into the kitchen to find Sarah drinking coffee and flipping through magazines. The kitchen was already more organized than when it was just Sarah there, all of the coffee cups were actually together.

"Hey, how are you doing this morning?" Parker asked pouring herself a large mug coffee.

"Good, thanks to you for organizing the cupboards. I could actually find stuff." Sarah said with a laugh before going back to her magazine.

"I’ll see you tonight, I'm off to the school and then Zach asked me to come over for a while, and help him with something at the boarding house." Parker said putting a lid on her cup and picking her stuff up.

"Is he going insane with only his nephew there? Grab me a good book while you there." Sarah grinned not looking up from her magazine.

Mystic Falls High

Parker sat at her desk during lunch and waiting for Stefan to come in and make up a test he’d missed in one of his classes. Not a few minutes later he walked in and almost let out a sigh. Ignoring him she pointed to a desk with a paper on it and he got to work. Six minutes later he laid the paper down on her desk.

"I take it you've talked to my little sister?" Parker questioned looking up at him.

"Yeah, we are going to meet up at the grill later to talk." Stefan said standing near the door, so people could see he was finishing up a talk with the counselor.

"Well I have a feeling you're going to tell her another lie, so tell me the truth. How is it going with Damon?" Parker asked looking him in the eye.

"He's Damon, never underestimate him. He's strong, stronger than I am. It'll take longer for him to be weakened enough to move him to the family crypt." Stefan warned with worry in his voice.

"Good to know, I'm going to hang out with Zach during that stupid car wash tomorrow and I'm also going over there tonight after I get out of work." Parker said shaking her head and ending the conversation. Sending Stefan on his way to whatever class he had after lunch.

Salvatore Boarding House

Parker walked up the steps of the Salvatore house with Stefan only a few feet in front of her. Entering the house it all seemed quiet, until Stefan disappeared at vampire speed causing her to go on alert and run to the basement where there was suddenly noise. AS she basically flew down the stairs Parker could see Zach leaning against the wall holding his throat and Stefan was glaring at Damon.

"Yo, Z man, you okay?" She asked walking up to him to start looking his neck over, seeing slight red marks in the shape of Damon’s hands.

"I'm fine, you shouldn't be down here though," Zach replied trying and failing to push her to the stairs, "You don't take vervain."

"Stop Zach, you know I don't need vervain. I can't be compelled, so stop and let me help you." Parker growled causing Zach to freeze and let Parker finish her inspection. Parker grabbed his head and tilted it from side to side seeing the slight bruises form. "You'll live, any tighter and you could be dead, due to lack of oxygen."

"Got it Parker," Zach said as both of them made their way up the stairs to the couch waiting for Stefan to come back up.

"You young man are late, my baby sissy won't be too happy," Parker said shaking her finger at Stefan, a fake stern look upon her face as he entered the room causing Zach to laugh at the scene. Smiling Stefan left knowing that they were both okay and safe upstairs.

Twenty minutes later Zach had gone to the bathroom and Parker got up off the couch and silently walked to the basement, the door was still open so she ran down the stairs as quietly as humanly possible, and for her that was practically silent. Once down the stairs she walked to the door of the cell Damon was in and looked at him, she mentally started taking stock of the shape he was in, and how close she could estimate possible desiccation.’ Stefan was wrong, it will take him longer to be weak enough than what he thinks’.

"My little brother and Zachary won't be too happy that you’re down here," Damon mumbled before he groaned slightly in pain, Parker could see some of it wasn’t all real pain.

"I honestly don't care. Don't you think it’s  kind of funny that Katharine and my little sister look absolutely identical. Not just sorta, but actually fully alike. Not like family, but practically the same person." Parker chuckled drawing Damon's full attention.

"How do you know that?" Damon groaned looking at her, eyes narrowing. "Stefan wouldn't have told you, and Zach doesn't know that little detail, so he couldn’t have told you."

"I like to snoop.One can't live in this house for almost three years and not snoop, Damon. Did you honestly think I didn't look around. I mean, Zach can only pay so much attention to what someone is doing while he's asleep. In his room, on the main floor,”  Parker smirked as Damon tried to chuckle, "I liked it here, at one point my mom insisted that she help Zach clean because I was staying here. I helped out to but, I mainly hung out upstairs. Zach was always down stairs on the main floor, so I went into rooms he said not to. Like your room and Stefan's. I must be honest, I liked your room better than Stefan's, his is to cluttered. Your’s is more clean and sleek, in an antique kind of way."

"Why are you down here?" Damon asked groaning again.

"I'm bored, and Zach said I couldn't go upstairs, I think he caught onto me snooping in your guys rooms. But silly him, he never said anything about coming down here." Parker smiled with a hint of red around her iris. Before walking away she stopped hearing when she heard Damon's voice again.

"She had a picture of you, Katherine. She told me it was from when she was human, five hundred years ago. It was given to her hand maid with the stuff left behind when she was sent to the church to burn." Damon whispered causing Parker to scrunch her eyebrows and frown before walking up the stairs.

Fell/Gilbert House

Parker lay in her bed the next morning staring at the ceiling, thinking over what Damon had said before she walked out of the basement. How did Katherine have a picture of me over a hundred years ago? How is the picture from when she was human? Parker thought to herself as her door opened to Sarah standing there in a bikini.

"I'm going to the high school car wash, Caroline wants more help and apparently she thinks I look sexy in a bikini." Sarah said before leaving.

Rolling her eyes Parker got out of her bed, to take a shower. Once out of the shower she braided her hair minus her bangs. She put on her black shorts and red tank top, with her black ankle boots. Grabbing her phone, wallet, and a sketchbook with pencils, Parker left for the boarding house.

Salvatore Boarding House

Arriving there Parker  just walked in and sat on a couch, Zach barely noticed her as he dusted some shelves. Quietly Parker started to sketch something she had seen the night before in a dream.

Twenty minutes later Parker heard slight whispering from the open basement door but chose to ignore it. It wasn’t much longer when she heard one of the glass doors open. Frowning Parker stood up when she heard someone walking in, they sounded like they were wearing sandals. Hearing the steps head to the basement, Parker, stood up and started walking in that direction hearing, "Damon?"

Quickly Parker ran in the direction Zach was in and grabbing him dragging him and pulling to start running in the direction of the basement. Quickly Zach understood something was happening and they were in a race for the basement. Once down the stairs Parker gasped at the sight of Caroline starting to unlock the door of Damon's cell.

“Stop Caroline!” Parker gasped, moving forward to try and pull her away from the door.

"You're going to open the door," Damon repeated over and over to Caroline, trying to block her from hearing the other two.

"No," Zach shouted running and grabbing the lock. Damon started to struggle and fight to open the door from his side, Parker managed to push Caroline to the Stairs.

"Get out of here. Now. Run." Parker yelled at her moving to the door to try and help shut it. But Damon was quickly opening the door, even weak he was stronger than two humans. Damon pushed Zach to the ground, snapping his neck. When he turned to Parker, he slammed her into the wall. The last thing Parker saw was Damon running up the stairs after Caroline, and all she could feel was a throbbing from the back of her head and the rest of her body.

Parker came to with a groan, looking over she saw Stefan holding a now dead Zach. Tears started to form in her eyes, Stefan saw this and just looked back down at Zach. Parker slowly stood up holding onto the back of her head, once she was fully standing she almost walked up the stairs slowly to her stuff. Grabbing her stuff She looked back at Stefan with tears running down her face before she moving out of the house and to her car.

Fell/Gilbert House

Entering her house ten minutes later, Parker was still crying when Sarah came out of the kitchen. Seeing her best friend in tears and holding her head, Sarah, ran to her and dragged her to the couch. Quietly Parker told her through her sobs about Zach and Damon, both girls having been told the Salvatore secret by Zach, when the two of them were in high school. As members of founding family's and Parker being the eldest they were told the true history of their town. Sarah told Parker about seeing Bonnie set the water at the car wash on fire with her magic, and that the younger female had gone to her grandmother. The two spent the rest of the night drinking straight from the a bottle of bourbon given to them by Zach.

[prettylittleliarsxxxx]

In 2009, Vampire Diaries showrunner Julie Plec welcomed viewers to Mystic Falls for what would become eight seasons of epic love and epic twists. The following year, Pretty Little Liars showrunner I. Marlene King kicked off the seven-season story of Rosewood, a town filled with high-stakes friendship and mystery. Both shows would attract rabid fanbases that would sustain them until they aired their final episodes in 2017.

EW asked King and Plec to talk about their experiences saying goodbye.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: When it came to ending your shows, what were you most nervous about? I. MARLENE KING: At the time, I was the most nervous about keeping it together at certain moments on set, for example the scene in the finale where the girls say goodbye. We knew that would be really really difficult and I was sort of punching myself for writing it, but I knew that it would be worth it. Then as we got closer to airing the episode, we all started to get a little bit nervous about how it was going to be received because people are really harsh on finales.

JULIE PLEC: I felt that heavy pressure as a fan of television to make sure we stuck the landing because I get so crushed when I see what I perceive to be a mediocre series finale. I wanted people to talk about the finale of The Vampire Diaries as one of their favorites, which is a lofty ambition, but it certainly drove me hard creatively to make sure that we had put as much thought and love into it as we possibly could.

Once the finale aired, was there anything that surprised you about the fan reaction? KING: I was very floored by the Spoby fans. It never occurred to any single one of us that those fans would be unhappy with the ending because I feel like there’s this remarkable, wonderful moment between Spencer and Toby where he realizes she is the real Spencer. He was her knight in shining armor, but the fans were still upset that he had sex with Alex Drake. So that really surprised me. I felt like they got their happy ending, but the true Spoby fans were very upset and I feel bad about that to this day.

PLEC: For me there’s always that faction of shippers who can’t look at an episode in a global way and enjoy the experience of the entire story, who can only really count minutes of screen time for their ship, and I figured, when all was said and done, that there would be some cranky people. But I also decided I didn’t care. I decided I wasn’t making the finale for anybody who still had anything invested in the love triangle. I was making it for people who were invested in the relationship between the brothers. That freed up Kevin [Williamson] and me from any pressure we felt about what the fandom might think.

What were the biggest debates when crafting your endings? KING: We had so many different endings. At one point in time, I was going to end with the girls saying goodbye, and then we were going to end with the Mona reveal, and then we were going to end with a little reboot, not to set up a spin-off, but with the new girls saying, “The mythology of this town continues.”

PLEC: I wanted flash-forwards. Ever since we decided to put Elena in a sleeping beauty spell that couldn’t be broken until Bonnie died, I wanted to see the scene with 85-year-old Bonnie and Damon by her side, and they’re the best of friends. And then she dies of natural causes because I just thought that Bonnie deserved a rich and full life. I had this scene in my head for so long and then Kevin [felt] that stories are more impactful when you play them in the here and now. So we compromised by showing everybody just slightly ahead in their life and having those characters observing from peace, which in my opinion worked like a charm and I’m so happy we did it that way. The other big debate we had was: Which Salvatore brother is going to take the bullet for the other? We debated that so much because we could make a really strong case for either. And we finally settled on Damon was going to die. And then Kevin walked into the room and he’s like, “What’s Stefan’s life going to be like?” I said, “He’s going to be happy with Caroline and uh uh… uh, I don’t know.” [Laughs] I’m like, “You’re right, it needs to go the other way.” It was so funny because we had thought about it in the room so much that we had talked ourselves into one path, but all we needed was him to walk in and be like, “But… isn’t it cooler the other way?” And so we switched it. He gets all the credit for that.

Marlene, did you ever consider killing a main character like Julie did? KING: No. I’m a total happy-ever-after person. I felt like the fans deserved to see the girls happy and the characters deserved to be happy. They’re going to be scarred from this existence for the rest of their lives, but I wanted to give them hope.

PLEC: I look at Friday Night Lights as one of my all-time favorite series finales and that is what you 
want. After all the roads you’ve traveled with these people, you just want to know that they’re going to be happy. I’m a big believer in shows that make that choice.

KING: I still want Walter White to be alive. [Plec laughs]

You both directed your series finales — why was that important to you? KING: I love directing because first and foremost you get to be with your on-set family. But also, as the creator, there’s nobody who knows how to put it on the screen more than you. I might not be the best director in the world but my team around me, we all work together to make it the best episode. There are more experienced people than me at directing, but I always feel like my heart and soul is up on that screen. I think Julie probably would feel the same way but you can tell me if I’m wrong.

PLEC: Everything you just said is exactly how I would sum that up. The only thing I would add is that often the relationship between a showrunner and an episodic director can be fraught with tension, and I wouldn’t want to have that tension around for the last episode, which is such a celebration. And secondly, what I was able to do because I was there deciding if we could run over was then very fluidly honor the set we were leaving behind for the last time, or say a big group farewell to Damon’s car when we wrapped it for the last time, and then not to mention, honor each actor individually as they shot their last scene. So it turned into one big celebration, which somebody else wouldn’t have been able to do that without worrying about the time they were wasting.

KING: I’m sure you found this experience too where it was such a group effort. There were recurring actors on our show who weren’t even in the finale who came to say goodbye to certain characters. It was such a family affair.

PLEC: Yeah, the overall experience was so profoundly beautiful. Watching these actors get hit with that realization that they’re done and this family they’ve built is gathered around them to say goodbye, watching them all completely fall apart was so great. It felt like we were graduating high school.

KING: That was our wrap gift was high school yearbooks that we put together over the course of the whole season to give to people.

PLEC: That’s such a great gift.

I know both your fandoms loved to talk about certain couples being “endgame.” What do you feel are the biggest myths out there about ending shows? PLEC: When fans would say, “Oh you’re teeing up endgame,” I would say, “I am teeing up nothing because I am letting these characters tell me how they want their story to end.” And within that, you’re working off of actor chemistry, and you’re working off of your lead actress leaving the series after six years, which shuts the door to explore a return to the other corner of the love triangle. I would’ve happily worked my way back around to Stefan and Elena at some point in the series if Nina Dobrev hadn’t left, if the story led me that way. There is no definitive end to anybody’s story when you’re dealing with the fluidity of chemistry because when it gets stale, you want out. It doesn’t matter if these characters are supposed to be together forever, if their chemistry gets stale, you want somebody to die, you want to put somebody in a coma, you want to write them off the show, anything to save you.

KING: I would say that too. I totally agree with that, 100 percent. But for us, what I didn’t understand because I had never gone through a series finale before was the absolute yin and yang of it. In one respect, you have so much relief and it’s like the weight of the world is off your shoulders and, at the same time, you’re experiencing a death. I never expected to have such extreme feelings at the same time. It was exhausting.

Looking back now, is there anything you’d do differently? KING: Yes, I would have Spencer and Toby kiss! I wouldn’t change anything plot-wise — we always knew Alex Drake was going to be our Uber A — but I do feel like I would’ve loved to have given Spoby the extra bonus happy ending, but you’d have to have another hour for that.

[Plec admits she has one regret that she won’t discuss, but she will say it involves kissing.]

What was the most difficult scene of the finale 
to write? PLEC: All year long, I cried to the point where it got embarrassing. So I thought when I finally wrote the script that I would just be sobbing, and I didn’t. I thought, “Oh god, I’ve lost my ability to be in touch with my soul.” [Laughs] But then I made up for it by crying the last 10 days that we shot the series.

KING: I finished the script, except for that scene where the girls say goodbye. I didn’t write that until the day before the table read. I just couldn’t get it out.

PLEC: Marlene, do you think you’ll ever feel this way again when you bring something to a close?

KING: I might change my mind but I want to say no. This was so special that if I ever get it again, I’ll be shocked.

PLEC: Yeah, me too. I’m incredibly grateful to have gotten to feel as much as I felt.

[emwrites]

Chris Evans- The Meeting (part 1)

I smoothed out my black pencil skirt as I stood in the elevator, straightening out my blouse and letting out a shaky breath as I rehearsed everything in my head. This is the most important interview I’ve been to, so I need to make sure I say all the right things. I closed my eyes and recited everything in my head, breathing deeply.

The lift came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, and I opened my eyes only for my gaze to land upon a tall, suited figure who was stepping into the elevator. My breath hitched slightly as I took in the appearance of the man who had not yet spared me a glance. His beard was scruffy, his light brown hair perfectly styled. Whoever he was, he intrigued me. He was clean cut, wearing a blue suit with polished black shoes and a perfectly aligned spotted grey tie.

The man pressed a button for his floor and turned to face me as the doors closed, my eyes suddenly meeting his beautiful blue orbs. His lips instantly turned up into a small side grin.

“Hi.”

God, his voice was sexy too. The lord is either with or against me right now.

“Uh, um.. hi.” I stuttered out, face palming internally at how pathetic I sounded. Nice going, jackass. My cheeks heated up while he chuckled deeply.

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?” His voice was rough but velvety soft, it was the most audibly pleasing sound I’ve ever heard.

“No. Well, erm- I have an interview today.” Smiling nervously up at him, I mentally applauded myself for managing to form a sentence without sounding illiterate.

Just as I answered him, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I cleared my throat quietly and once again smiled at the stranger, whose gaze was on me the whole time.

“Well… bye.” Could I have sounded more awkward? Probably not. I went to step into the hallway as the man’s voice blessed my ears once again.

“Good luck,” the stranger grinned at me from inside the lift, “and relax. You’ll be fine.”

As I smiled back at him, the doors closed and I was left staring at my hazy reflection in the shiny metal. Jeez, that was the most awkward encounter of my entire life, but his looks made it worth the pain my pride felt.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the reception desk and I was asked to take a seat in the waiting area while I waited for the interviewer. My foot tapped nervously and five whole minutes passed before someone came to get me and I was taken to a quiet room at the end of a long hallway. Closing my eyes briefly, I somehow calmed myself and entered the interview room with a friendly smile on my face. Thankfully, the interviewers were incredibly nice and seemed pleased with the answers I provided to their questions.

“Well, thank you for your time miss. We will have someone call you with the news before this evening.”

Saying my goodbyes, I left the room feeling confident and proud of myself. Upon leaving the tall company building I hailed a cab to take me back to my apartment that I shared with my friend, Chrissy. The cab dropped me off on my block, and I quickly paid the driver before hopping out and practically running into my apartment.

“Chrissy!” I shouted as I slammed the door shut and slipped my shoes off before running into the kitchen, finding her sat on a stool eating cereal in her pyjamas.

“Blimey, what is it? Was it an ex? Did you see Lady Gaga?!” She stared at me wide eyes in shock as she threw questions at me.

“What? No! Ok, brace yourself. I saw the most attractive guy EVER today. I’m talking ‘instantly drop to your knees’ kind of attractive. Tall, sexy, UGH. I’m still in shock.” I held my hand to my chest and babbled to Chrissy as she took huge mouthfuls of cereal, listening intently.

“Mm,” she held up a hand to stop me as she swallowed, “sounds gorgeous. What colour were his eyes, what was he wearing?” Her eyes narrowed as she grilled me and took another mouthful of food.

“This amazing fitted blue suit. Let me tell you, his biceps looked so good. Oh, and he had blue eyes,” I sighed as I remembered how gorgeous he was. Chrissy groaned as she chewed; we have similar taste in men.

“God, blue eyes are my weakness. They’re like an ocean I would gladly drown in.” I giggled as Chrissy wiggles her eyebrows at me and stood to put her bowl in the sink. “So, how’d the interview go? Did you get the job?”

“It was great, actually, they’re gonna call me sometime today- which reminds me,” I rummaged through my bag to retrieve my phone, “I need to make sure my ringer is on.”

“Girl, you’re gonna get it. You have way too many pros in your resume not to, it’s like a hundred pages long!” Chrissy exclaimed. I have to admit, I feel pretty confident about this.

“Thanks, Chris. You got any plans today? I’m thinking, Man of Steel and pizza.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and watched her eyes light up at the mention of her favourite movie.

“Bitch, you BET I’m free. Get your pyjamas on, I’ll set it up and order the pizza!” She squealed and ran off to set up the TV. I laughed at her excitement and quickly changed into short pyjamas, throwing an oversized tee on and putting my hair up in a high ponytail. Within an hour the pizza had arrived and we were ready to start watching the movie, and I made sure I had my phone next to me so I wouldn’t miss a call if I received one.

“Ugh, what a MAN. Seriously, if he crashed into my back yard, I’d give him much more than a place to stay.” Chrissy mumbled as Henry Cavill came on screen, almost making me choke on mine.

“Honestly, I can’t disagree. I’d let superman snap me like a twig.” I put down my pizza slice and got up from the couch.

We finished Man of Steel and watched a few episodes of The Vampire Diaries. I stood up and stretched a little, and realised how thirsty I was after the pizza.

“Hey, you want a drink?”

“Nah I’m good babe, be quick or you’ll miss the good b- ooh, my boy Matty blue is on, be quiet!” Chrissy shooed me away as I laughed and made my way to the kitchenette. I grabbed a glass and was filling it with water when I suddenly heard my phone’s ringtone go off loudly, making me drop the glass which somehow didn’t smash. Bolting over to the couch, I grabbed my phone as Chrissy paused the movie.

“Hello?” I tried to sound as polite and friendly as possible, and like I hadn’t just ran to pick up the call.

“Miss Y/L/N? Hi, it’s Evans & Co. here. We’re calling about your interview this morning.” A pleasant female voice informed me from the other end. Chrissy stared at me expectantly as she took another bite of her pizza.

“Oh, hello! Thank you for contacting me.” I made sure to smile as I spoke- mom always said they can hear the smile in your voice.

“Well, we have good news- you got the job!” I gasped quietly and jumped up and down briefly before she began to speak again, “are you able to start on Monday at 9am?”

That gave me two days to get some new clothes for the office and celebrate.

“Yes, of course! Thank you so much for this, I’ll be there at 9am on the dot!” Grinning from ear to ear, I said goodbye and hung up the phone.

“You got it?!” Chrissy stood up, dropping her pizza slice in the process.

“Yes! I’m staring on Monday! This is amazing, we are DEFINITELY going shopping!” I exclaimed and hugged Chrissy, the two of us jumping up and down excitedly.

“Congrats! Oh my god, we have to go out and celebrate. It’s nearly,” she paused to check her phone, “4 o'clock now, why don’t we get ready to go for dinner somewhere?”

Briefly discussing where to eat, we agreed on a nice restaurant in the city, and ran off to get ready. We both take ages to get ready, so there was no rush.

We left the flat at 5, and managed to get a table at this restaurant which was rather busy tonight. Chrissy insisted on getting a glass of champagne each, so we both sipped our champagne while we ate.

That night when we got home, we were ever so slightly tipsy, but I had the best sleep ever.

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Monday morning rolled in, and I woke to my alarm at 7am feeling somewhat refreshed having gone to bed early. I groggily dragged myself out of bed and showered, yawning as I got dressed in my new clothes I had bought on Saturday and dried my hair. Applying some makeup, I made sure I looked good enough for an office but not too glam. Subtle glam. Yeah, that’s totally it.

Slipping on my court heels, I scribbled a note for Chrissy and slapped it onto the kitchen counter before checking the time; 8:15. I grabbed my bag and shoved my phone in it, checked my appearance once again, and set off outside. The cab I had booked the day before was waiting for me at the side of the road, and I jumped in and gave the driver my destination. I arrived at the large company building at 8:50, thankfully I was on time. By the time I got to my floor, it was 8:55, and I stepped out of the elevator only to see the woman who had interviewed me.

“Ah, Y/N! My name is Lexie Hardwell, call me Lexie. I’m in charge of this floor, so I’ll give you a tour and then you can get to work!” Lexie beamed at me making me feel much more relaxed.

The tour of the floor didn’t take long, and I was soon sat at my very own desk. During the lunch break I managed to chat with my new coworkers, who were thankfully very nice. The day passed surprisingly quickly and I was loving the new job, which consisted of sorting paperwork and doing online work with a bunch of figures.

“So, how was your first day?” Lisa, my new coworker, was chatting to me as we left the office and made our way to the elevator.

“It was great! I really enjoyed it, I’m so glad I get on with you guys as well,” I smiled at her as we waited to reach the ground floor.

“Oh, just WAIT till you meet the boss. His name’s Chris Evans, he owns the company. He is so dreamy,” she pretended to fan herself as she chatted away. “He’s tall, handsome, and his voice alone could make your knees weak. Trust me.”

I chuckled and told her I hadn’t, but I was now very intrigued. Hopefully soon I’ll meet the almighty Chris Evans.

As we walked through the lobby, in the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure quickly approaching from my left. I nearly choked on air as I turned my head to look at him, only to see the sex god I shared the elevator with on the day of the interview. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he walked toward me like a freaking runway model and his eyes met mine, and he winked at me as he walked past me toward the lifts.

Lisa grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the building and the evening sun hit me as we stood by the entrance.

“Girl, did you see him?!” She whispered loudly, “isn’t he so hot?!”

“Um, hell yeah! I’d have to be blind not to see how good looking he was,” I breathed out and looked through the glass door into the lobby, remembering those crystal blue eyes. “Who is he?”

“He- who is he?! It’s him. That, honey, was Mr Evans- our boss.”

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A/N

Legit just decided to write this because Chris is ultimate daddy and I love daddies lmao

Thanks for reading!