#watching n talking about it with ray is so healing bringing shit up as it happens. love to be haters together

[sillyandquiteawkward]

Idk lad I started with fo1 as a kid and fuckin loved. I have some issues with it but overall solid 8/10 adaptation

i will accept my hater roll. im 4 episodes in and its a little less bleak (ep1 was soooo rough yeesh), but i think theres so many little (and big) things that bug me that it ultimately has been just. idk. i think theres some good meat in there and i do like some of the themes getting touched upon but man. man there is a lot i dont particularly like. we shall see how things end

[thewriterg]

♡︎nsfw alphabet♡︎

Pairing(s): Miles Morales x Fem!reader,

Summary: Miles Morales Nswf abc’s —flufftober day; 11—

Warning(s): Language, Kinks, college au, and all around NSFW lmao

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— I’m feeling lazy today so *shrug

Aftercare

Miles 100% would want to clean you up even if you made him do all the work in his opinion his Miss deserves the best

(You Also better do your part 🤨)

Body Part

Miles favorite body part of yours is most definitely your hands the way you hold him and when you run them through his hair *chefs kiss

Miles favorite body part of himself will probably be his height like he likes how taller he is then you but you can still bring him to his knees yk?

Cum

He likes to cum inside you he starts going nuts as soon as you clench around him he’s also not against your mouth but kiss him and make him taste himself immediately he’s in love.

Dirty Secret

Just like the rest of the bug boys he wants you to use his own webs against him to tie him up lol

Experience

Probably Gwen and maybe like two other random frat party hook ups

Favorite position

Reverse cowgirl he likes to watch’s your boobs bounce up and down he also wants to see your face so missionary comes 2nd

Goofy

It honestly depends, if you’re letting off some steam or honestly want a intimate serious moment then he can be serious other than that he ready to here 101 sex jokes

Hair

He keeps himself trimmed doesn’t care about yours though he enjoys clear land or carpet :)

Intimacy

Miles is very intimate he could be naive in lots of thing but when your in the mood he catches on pretty fast and enjoys you while he can before you take over

Jack Off

He doesn’t really sees a reason to he has you and no one’s touches him better than you not even himself congratulations y/n he’s hooked

Kink

Praise.

Do I even need to elaborate?

Location

Boobs.

Motivation

When you wear skirts or tighter clothes that shows off your figure he looses his fucking shit and will shamelessly stare at you

No

Hard kinks like bodily fluids and pain not against love taps though

Oral

Miles loves rimming he loves rimming you and he loves when you rim him, he also loves some good bj’s and fingering

Place

Privacy.

Miles does not have any beef with Mr. Good ol’ bed room feeling fancy and need a change is scenery… shower

Quickie

Absolutely.

Miles his a college student he lives off of quickies

Risk

Not a big fan of the thought of being caught it just not something he’s particular or as static about

Sext

Once again college. student.

Miles knows his fair way around dirty talk and sexting and his more confident than In person

Toys

Miles understands that Toys aren’t the enemy they are friends to help but he doesn’t use them quite often

Unfair

You make up to 96% of teasing in your relationship

The other 4%; Miles Tipsy, Miles sleepy, Miles just being miles and rubbing

Volume

Very vocal.

Moans, whines, groans, mewls, you will hear everything

Wild Card

Once Miles were eating you out and was sure he begin to loose consciousness and of course you felt the limpness of his head

You will always be hesitant to face ride after that

X ray

6.5 to 7 inches

Spider genes

Yes

Mark. him. up.

Hickeys, harsh kissing marks, scratches on his back

He will indeed keep coming back to to remark him because he heals so fast

You two are fucking rabbits

Zzz

Unless Miles has had a particularly rough day he always waits for you to go to sleep first drawing shapes on your hip, tangles legs, head scratches, etc.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 15) - Trouble In Paradise

Summary: The reader is enjoying settling into her newfound children’s book career and shares how important the bracelet she gave Jensen is to her. A rainy day allows the reader to enjoy her shift into motherhood despite all of the bumps that go with it. But not everything is smooth sailing for the happy couple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, mention of past abuse, nightmares, major angst

A/N: Uh oh. Big uh oh. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Two Weeks Later

“Honey bun,” sang Jensen as he stepped into your home office you’d set up in the small reading room in the house. “Must you work today?”

“I do occasionally have to work on that drawing thing,” you said. He pouted and laid out on the daybed, picking up a copy of the third book. “Give me another hour to finish with these pages.”

“Can I hang out and watch you draw?” he asked.

“Knock your socks off,” you said. You picked up your stylus again and went back to your pad, Jensen sitting up and watching from the other side of the room. “You can sit closer if you want.”

He got up and pulled over a chair, crossing his legs in it.

“I basically draw using my stylus and this pad and it shows up on my laptop screen,” you said.

“We could get you a better screen, like your own separate work computer. I know your stories are picking up a lot of steam.”

“I’m okay for now. All I need to do is finish illustrating this book and my five book deal is done and ready for print,” you said.

“Can I make a request?”

“I would love to put in a giraffe for Zepp but the story takes place in the woods,” you said.

“Baby giraffe? Maybe just in the background?” he asked.

You backed out of your current page and went to the last two where the foxes and wolves were playing with their friends. You tapped on a tree and erased it, sketching out a loose shape.

“Look up a giraffe for me?” you asked. He tapped away on his phone and pulled up a picture. “Thanks.”

You drew a picture of a rough giraffe, softening it some before adding colors.

“You’re really good at that,” he said.

“The characters are easy. Backgrounds can get boring,” you said. You went back to your original set of pages and worked quietly, Jensen watching carefully. “Yes?”

“Just wanna spend time with you is all,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Okay, baby,” you said. You worked for another hour, Jensen asking the occasional question but mostly staying silent and close by. After you sent off the pages for review you turned to him, Jensen offering a soft smile in return. “All set with work for the day.”

“Awesome,” he said.

“Where’s the munchkins?”

“A movie,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into it. “Tell me a secret.”

“A secret? I don’t think I have too many of those left from you,” you said. He opened his eyes and looked at you through his lashes. “What?”

“You said you got this on vacation,” he said, holding up his wrist, the bracelet you’d put on him two weeks ago still there. “When we were down there, I was talking to Ray and he kinda implied it wasn’t just a souvenir.”

“I was upset that day when he bought it for me. It meant I was safe was all,” you said.

“How long after did your mom…”

“A few months. She went on bed rest after that trip.”

“Y/N, I know when you’re holding back, honey. I would never judge or tell anyone anything. You know that.”

“You got hurt because you lost someone and you got hurt and it sucks right? But it’s kinda like something happened and then you heal from it right?”

“Yeah…” he said. “What don’t I know?”

“You know how anxious you were to get in the car and drive down to the beach?” you asked as he nodded. “You’ve never been afraid of a person, Jensen. It’s like that feeling...but everyday and you’re expected to live your life normally when you constantly have that over your head.”

He was quiet, glancing past you as the room grew darker from some passing clouds outside.

“Canada wasn’t the first time you saw your father since you were adopted, was it,” he said.

“You wouldn’t believe what a good lawyer and shitty laws will do for a piece of shit like that,” you said.

“You were a kid.”

“With zero physical evidence. Everything was circumstantial. So he got out and he came to apologize or some bullshit and Ray decked him.”

“The more I learn about Ray, the more I like him.”

“My mom kicked him in the nuts.”

“I really like that woman,” he said. You smiled and he moved his chair closer, pulling you into his lap. “I don’t mean to make you talk about your dad. I was curious was all.”

He went to take off the bracelet when you put a hand over it.

“I don’t want to remind you of something bad, sweetheart.”

“Like I said, I was upset. Very upset and in public and I went down to the beach to try to hide away. Ray bought that for me and told me I was safe when he put it on me. All it means to me is that you’re safe.”

“What about you? What do you have?” he asked quietly. You cocked your head and moved your hand to rest over his chest. “Alright, sort of a dumb question.”

“Not dumb,” you said, trailing your fingers down his chest.

“Guess you’ll just have to stay as close as humanly possible.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you said.

“Do you have a restraining order against your father?”

“No but that’s only because Ray managed to get him kicked out of the country. He found some loophole law. He was born in the Yukon so technically he’s not American and he got him kicked back.”

“Scratch that. Ray is my new favorite person,” he said. “If only we could send him someplace we’ll never visit like...a deserted island. Or Hell.”

“I appreciate the thought but I’m not scared of him anymore,” you said. “I am however afraid our plans of lunch at the brewery are going to get rained out.”

“We can enjoy ourselves right here. I’ve never heard a complaint yet about my grilling.”

“You know what? I got the perfect idea.”

“Okay,” said Jensen, sliding the foil packet off the grill and onto JJ’s plate. You’d decided to have lunch on the grill, sitting out under the covered back patio off the playroom. It was pouring rain but you were plenty dry there. “Chicken, marinara sauce and cheese. Then we got chicken, ketchup and baby carrots for Arrow. Zeppy wanted to try barbecue sauce and onion which sounded good to me and then Y/N went for the salmon and lemon.”

You helped the twins open up their foil packets and get their food on their plates, dicing up the chicken for them before going to your own plate.

“Daddy,” said Zeppelin while he chewed on a big piece of chicken. Jensen hummed and worked on his own food. “Can we play race cars after lunch?”

“Sure,” he said, JJ shaking her head.

“I don’t wanna play cars,” she said. Zeppelin stared at her and his bottom lip wobbled. “You’re a cry baby.”

“JJ, that’s rude,” you said, Jensen glancing at you and nodding. “Apologize to your brother.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled. 

“We’re gonna play cars after lunch and you’re welcome to join,” said Jensen. “Your brother goes along with what you girls want to play quite a bit so I think you can do the same for him.”

“I still don’t wanna play cars,” she mumbled.

“You play cars with the Padalecki boys all the time,” you said.

“Not little kid cars,” she said. “He doesn’t know how to play right.”

You saw Zeppelin getting upset again and sighed.

“There’s no wrong way to play,” you said. “Zepp’s littler than you. You gotta be the big sister and do what he wants sometimes.”

“Mom would have played dress up,” she grumbled. “Not stupid cars.”

“Enough,” said Jensen. “You’re old enough to know better.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Your brother wants to play cars. We played horses all morning long and you barely let him have a turn at that so like I said, we’re gonna play what he wants and you are welcome to join us but if you don’t want to, you can play something else,” he said. 

“Baby,” she said under her breath. Jensen didn’t catch it but you did.

“JJ you’re in timeout after lunch. Ten minutes,” you said. 

“I didn’t-”

“You just called him a baby. You want to make it fifteen?” you asked.

“You’re not my mom! You can’t give me timeouts,” she said.

“Half an hour now,” said Jensen. She stared at him and he shook his head. “Eat your lunch.”

Zeppelin spent half of it crying quietly and JJ barely touched hers before she was following Jensen inside. You threw your head back and sighed before you went inside to get some tissues. When you came back out Arrow was hugging him tightly.

“Let’s clean you up, buddy,” you said as you squatted down beside them. She let go of him and you wiped off his face and helped him blow his nose. “Feel better?”

“We can play dress up,” he said. You picked him up and hoisted him on your hip. 

“We’re gonna play cars. Arrow, do you want to play with us?” you asked. She smiled and nodded. “Hey how about you go wash your hands and then you can bring out the bucket of cars and we’ll play out here. How’s that sound Zepp?”

“Okay,” he said. Arrow went inside and you carried him around as you collected the trash and threw it in the bag you brought out. You tied it up and left it in the corner to put in the bin later before you you walked to the edge of the covered patio, rain coming down at a decent rate. “Y/N you’re my mom right?”

“I’m one of your moms,” you said. “I’m gonna adopt you that way everybody can know I am though.”

“Cool,” he said softly, resting his head on your shoulder. “Mom can we play in the rain?”

“Hear any thunder?” you asked. He shook his head. “See any lightning?”

“Nuh uh,” he said.

“Then we can play in the rain all you want,” you said. You walked out to the grass and spun around with him, getting a giggle out of him. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked. You spun around again and he laughed.

“There it is again!” you said. He giggled and you spun around a few times until you were dizzy and took a seat. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as you noticed Jensen leaning against the post of the patio. He was smiling and you hopped up with Zeppelin, waving him around in the air until you were back under cover. You set him down and he ran over to Arrow, picking out his favorite cars from the bucket and handing her some. 

“Well that might have been one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” he said. 

“You took a picture, didn’t you.”

“Oh several,” he said. He glanced back at the twins and then at you. “It clicked for you just now didn’t it.”

“Being a mom? Yeah.”

“You didn’t look to me on how to discipline JJ and you made him feel better and you made him laugh. You went full mom there and I’ve kinda been waiting for that.”

“I know it’s just playing they’re arguing over but I just hate...there is so much of you in him,” you said.

“I know and that feeling will never go away but it means you love ‘em and loving them is my only requirement for us working so this was actually a really good thing.”

“Those two are so sweet,” you said.

“It’s the twin thing. Oh what fun we have to look forward to when they are teenagers and they lie to us for one another,” he chuckled.

“Yeah but I’ll take it. Did you really give her a half hour timeout?”

“Fifteen minutes. She needs to share more and he doesn’t like confrontation so he goes along with what she wants but it’s not her road or the highway.”

“She’s been a little…”

“I know. Since we told them about the engagement,” he said. “We gotta talk to her on her own.”

“Let me take a crack at her first?” you asked.

“You got a hunch?”

“I don’t think having a mom again is a problem. I think the idea of losing a mom again is.”

“That makes sense considering she was attached to your hip before all this.”

“I’m gonna go see if I can get to the bottom of this. Now go play cars,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you headed inside, drying off some with a towel in the laundry room before you went up to JJ’s bedroom. You knocked and cracked open the door, catching her splayed out on her bed. “JJ. Can we talk?”

She rolled and put her back to you. You sat down on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath.

“You know your brother did what you wanted all day. You have to share,” you said. She didn’t say anything and you lay back on the bed, turning your head. She rolled back the other way and you sat up. She rolled again and you tilted your head back. “JJ do you want me to be your mom?”

“No,” she mumbled. 

“Are you lying?” She didn’t move and you sat back, her face scrunched up. “Are you scared if I’m your mom something bad will happen to me?”

“I don’t want two dead moms,” she said. 

“I have two dead moms,” you said. She blinked her eyes open and sat up. “My first mom, I never met her. She died giving birth to me.”

“You only had a dad when you were born?” she asked. You nodded and pulled her into your lap. “Did he get married again?”

“No. My dad was very mad my mom died. He took that out on me. He was a bad guy. He went to jail and I got adopted by my mom when I was your age. Ray was her boyfriend. He acted like he was my dad in a lot of ways. I was sixteen when my mom died. I understand it hurts, sweetie, and that it’s scary and you don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

“I thought if I was bad you and daddy wouldn’t...and then I don’t have to feel bad again.”

“I am so sorry honey but you can’t stop that feeling from never coming back. The only way you could not get it would be to not love anyone or anything and that’s not a life at all. It’s the price you pay for loving someone. Your mom was an accident. But Daddy is young and I’m even younger and I promise you will not have to feel that way about me for a very, very long time.”

“How long?”

“How about fifty years?”

“Fifty years? That’s forever,” she said. 

“I’ll give you fifty years if I can be your mom and you stop picking on Zepp. Deal?”

“Okay. I’m sorry I made him cry.”

“I’m not the one that needs an apology,” you said. “Now do you want stay in here all by yourself or do you want to come play with us?”

“I can play?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” you said. You got up and carried her down on your back, setting her down to let her run off out to the porch. Jensen got up from his seat and held up a finger, ducking back inside to where you were.

“That’s what I like to see,” he said as she gave Zeppelin a hug and he handed her a car.

“I did have to promise not to die for fifty years.”

“Fifty? You got off easy. I had to promise a hundred after the accident,” he chuckled. “I should have noticed she was scared.”

“I have more experience being a scared little girl than you do. I got experience with letting people get close again too,” you said.

“How’s that working out for ya?” he smirked.

“He’s lucky he’s hot,” you said. He threw his arm over your shoulders and grinned. “Do you want to get married in the fall?”

“This fall?” he asked.

“Can we pull it off that fast?” you asked.

“Yeah. We don’t have to book a venue which is the hardest part. I don’t see why not. What’s the rush?” he asked.

“It’s easier to adopt them if we’re married,” you said. “I don’t really want to wait longer than we have to if that’s alright.”

“I’d say let’s go drive down to city hall and get a justice of the peace right now if I knew my mother wouldn’t kill me for it. How about I call up the lawyer and ask him to start prepping the paperwork as if we already were so it’s all set to go,” he said.

“You have a lawyer?” you asked. “They’d do that?”

“Y/N, honey. My taxes alone frighten me not to mention I own a business with employees and what qualifies as a business write off still confuses me and wait you don’t have a lawyer for your book deal?”

“Should I have one?” 

“Greg is your lawyer now,” he said. “He’s good. He’ll do all the paperwork for us.”

“Oh good cause all the forms online were confusing the hell out of me,” you said. He shook his head and pulled you in close. 

“Silly goose,” he said, a loud boom of thunder shaking the house. “Let’s get the crew inside before it pours.”

“Who wants to build a fort?” you asked that afternoon. JJ jumped up and down on the couch and Jensen walked in with an arm full of blankets and sheets. Three little hands shot up and Jensen lazily tossed the blankets on the couch, covering the three of them.

“Hm, where’d those three munchkins run off to…” he said, Arrow ducking her head out first, hair all in her face. Jensen giggled and she rolled her eyes, the other two climbing out. “Alright. I’m gonna grab clothes pins and a few more things. You guys start designing.”

You stood back and let JJ organize, figuring out her first choice of blanket for a roof was too small. Jensen returned with a bag of clips, some twine and the step ladder, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“How they doing?” he whispered.

“Picking out the roof,” you said, Arrow rushing over and grabbing his hand as Zeppelin climbed on JJ’s back and held up a sheet over the two of them with one hand. You smirked and she let out another eye roll.

“Daddy, can you pick up Zeppy so then he can put the blankie up? I told them they’re too small,” she said.

“Sure,” he said. “Tell me where you want it to go.”

Twenty minutes later the family room was covered with sheets, tied off to the stairs, chairs, the ceiling fan after Jensen broke out the larger ladder to get up there and assured you it wouldn’t bring the whole thing crashing down. 

“Can we sleep in here tonight?” asked JJ. 

“I don’t see why not,” you said. “There’s plenty of room on the couch. We’ll bring down your comforters when it’s bedtime,” you said.

“Can we watch Cars?” asked Zeppelin, glancing at JJ. 

“Okay,” she said. She gave him a hug and picked him up, Jensen smiling to himself as he looked on.

“Can we get pizza for dinner like a real sleepover?” asked Arrow. 

“We did cook up all the chicken at lunch,” you said, giving Jensen a side eye.

“Yeah we’ll get one,” he said. “Why don’t you turn on your movie okay? We’ll be right there.”

You let Jensen pull you into the kitchen, smirking as he picked you up and sat you on the counter.

“Seems like today’s crisis has been averted,” you said.

“I’m sure they’ll go back to tormenting each other tomorrow but I’ll take it,” he said, reaching into the drawer next to you, pulling out a menu. “So. You interested in pizza?”

“Oh that looks interesting,” you said, taking the pamphlet out of his hand and tapping at a special. “One cheese, one speciality, boneless wings and garlic bread? My little carb loving heart is in love.”

“She’s not the only one,” he said, leaning up on his tip toes and kissing you. 

“Are you coming?” groaned JJ from in the fort. You shook your head and Jensen kissed your neck, even nibbling before he pulled back. You smacked his chest and he set the menu down, giving you a wink.

“We’re coming in right now. Don’t wait for us kiddo.”

You woke up sweating, Jensen shushing you, arms wrapped around you. You took a deep breath and caught the clock said it was almost three. You turned in his arms and buried your head in his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“You’re okay. Bad dream is all,” he said softly. You nodded and started to relax, flinching when there was more thunder. “Hey, it’s okay. Nothing’s gonna get ya.”

The thunder shook the house and you tensed up. Jensen pulled the covers over both your heads and you crammed in as close as humanly possible when more thunder hit.

“Honey look at me. Please look at me.” You lifted your head and saw a horrible face in front of you, a scream ripping out of your throat.

“Y/N,” you heard as you woke up absolutely drenched, Jensen’s hands on your face. “Honey, talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“Night terror,” you said quietly. 

“Yeah, JJ used to have them. I didn’t know adults could get them,” he said. 

“Can I have a cold washcloth? And some water?” you asked. He got out of bed and padded into the bathroom in his boxers, settling back into bed and handing you the water. You drank it down while he wiped off your face and neck, running it over your head. “Thanks.”

“You okay?” he asked. 

“Mostly feel embarrassed.” He frowned and you put the glass on your nightstand, staring down at your sweaty shirt. 

“Should I call Ray?”

“It was a stupid nightmare. I’m fine,” you said.

“You were sat up eyes wide open and talking and shouting and I couldn’t wake you up,” he said. “I know adults really shouldn’t be getting night terrors so maybe something triggered you or something during the day.”

“I know my triggers and I know when it’s just a stupid nightmare. Back off,” you said. You got out from under the hot covers and went outside to the balcony, the air nice and cool from the storm earlier. The slide of the door was loud in the the quiet and you rubbed your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve seen you have nightmares. That was a lot worse,” he said.

“I thought I saw someone watching the house earlier.”

“What?”

“It was the neighbor’s kid, the teenager. It was his friend and he came over late but I thought...it freaked me out. That on top of thinking about the fact my father is not rotting in a jail cell most likely sent me over the edge,” you said. He walked in front of you, resting his hands on your arms. “I’m okay. Needed some air was all.”

“Alright. Tell me if something like that happens again?” he asked. You hummed and he gave you a kiss. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s head on back to bed.”

“What do you mean?” you growled into the phone the next evening. Jensen lifted his head from his book in the family room and you walked away, stepping out to the private patio area on the side of the house. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s been fifteen years. He has every legal right to be in the country.”

“In the country! He got an apartment seven minutes from where I live!” you said. “I have little kids here, Finn. Tell me there’s something I can do.”

“I can get a restraining order-”

“That doesn’t mean shit to him. I need him fucking deported. I need him gone.”

“Y/N, you know me. I have never agreed to it but he paid his debt as it was assigned and he quietly followed the law. He did what he was supposed to and I’m sorry but until he does something, I can’t do anything besides help you and your fiance’s family get a restraining order.”

“So until he does something horrible again, I can’t do anything about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No Finn. I appreciate the heads up but...I have to go.”

You hung up and squeezed your phone tight. He knew where you lived. He was minutes away and there was absolutely zero help until something went wrong. You sat on a bench and bounced your leg. Nothing could go wrong. You couldn’t let anything go wrong. Who knew what the son of a bitch would do to any one of them.

You stopped bouncing your leg just as you heard the door open. You lifted your head and stood, spinning around to Jensen standing there.

“Everything alright?”

“Actually no.”

“Who was on the phone?”

“My ex,” you said, swallowing. You crossed your arms and thought of the things Jensen had told you about acting and getting in character and all that. You were gonna destroy him. Fuck you were going to end up shattering him into a thousand pieces he’d never put back together. 

You couldn’t really lie just to keep them away from him, could you? 

You saw Arrow run past in the house and made your face hard. Broken heart but safe kids was worth it.

“I thought you didn’t talk to him anymore,” said Jensen. You turned up your chin and he smiled. “You are the worst actress in the world. Who was it really?”

“I think we’re moving too fast and I want to take a break and I would appreciate it if you gave me my space to figure this out on my own.”

“Uh, what?” he said. You brushed past him and he followed you in, all the way up to your bedroom. You got out a bag and he flipped it shut. “What the hell is going on? Who was on the phone?”

“My boyfriend,” you said. He stared at you and you sighed. “You’re a great guy but I’m sorry. I can’t do the house and kids thing. I want to go see the world and not be tied down and you’re just...you’re too damn old for me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe you should have trusted your first instincts when you saw me and Doug,” you said. He stared at you while you shoved some clothes in a bag. You slung it over your shoulder and he caught the backside of it. You took off your ring and put it on the table by the door, Jensen dropping his hand. “I just can’t do this anymore. It wasn’t you. I’m sorry. I really need to go.”

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A/N: Read Part 16 here!

[whereisten]

Cat and Mouse

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | more coming soon

Summary: You’re the daughter of an extremely well-known pastor. You’ve lived a quiet and sheltered life, that is until you meet and fall in lust with a gang leader they call the Grim Reaper.

Pairing: Gang Leader And Yandere!Taeyong X female reader (college student)

Genre: angst, SMUT, violence, if you squint there may be some fluff

Warnings: graphic and violent scenes described, murder, mentions of religious practices (this in no way is meant to offend followers of Christianity), blood and death mention, character death, gun and knife mention, profanity, toxic relationship, little alcohol use, drug addiction themes, stalking, manipulation, blackmail, waterboarding (torture), obsession, posessiveness, sexual assault is briefly mentioned. Breast fondling, thigh riding, corruption/innocence kink, pet names, recording of sexual acts, oral sex (male and female), car sex, unprotected sex, penetration, sir kink, breeding kink, bdsm themes (choking, restraints, knife play, intense gun play, blood play), orgasm denial, overstimulation, c*eampie. Ohmygodihopeilistedeverything

Word Count: 26.2K (I had to make up for not updating this for MONTHS)

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DISCLAIMER AND A/N: where do I start? First of all, as mentioned in part 1, Taeyong is a manipulative and evil man in this, please remember this is fiction and definitely DOESNT represent the real Taeyong. The acts of violence are graphically described, I’m talking blood and gore, please do not read if you are sensitive to these things. Also, Taeyong is yandere in this, Hes not a true and honest lover and I hope that we all understand that what he does is sickening and wrong. This is also influenced by the manhwa, Killing Stalking. With that being said, I am so sorry for taking forever to update this, but I hope you all think it was worth the wait at the end❤️

[A Week After Thanksgiving]

“Mark...I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

You held Mark’s hand as you exited the elevator in the hospital and squeezed it lightly.

Mark turned and gave you a small smile. “It’s alright, thank you for being here with me now.” His eyes were wide and adorable as they always were. He had no idea that you were the cause for his pain, that you knew exactly who hurt him and could bring him to justice, but refused to.

Taeyong wore his skull mask when he attacked Mark and refused to mention you, so Mark thought he was just the victim of a random attack..he didn’t think it was—personal.

It had a been a few months since it all happened and you were slowly becoming more comfortable with keeping the truth to yourself. After all, you loved Taeyong, you were dating now and you couldn’t bear the thought of being without him. He made you feel wanted, desired, and loved. He showed you new things, he made your life so much more exciting that it was before.

Yes, he messed up by hurting Mark, but he told you he would never do it again..just as long as you did what he said.

And so you hoped that he’d never discover you here with Mark today at the hospital. Mark had to take a few X-rays to ensure that his ribs were healing correctly. You went with him because it’s the least you could do for being the cause of all this.

The two of you now waited for the doctor to come in with the X-ray prints in his assigned hospital room. You shimmy off your coat and hang it on a hook by the door while Mark lays in the hospital bed, still in his gown.

“These gowns are kinda awkward, like If I sit up right now, you’d get a clean look at my bum.” Mark laughed, his eyes shutting tightly.

You laughed out too. “Oh, then don’t sit up please, just imagining that makes my eyes water.”

“Y/n...there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you..” Mark cleared just throat as his tone grew more serious.

Oh no. Is he going to ask you about that night? Does he know that you know who his attacker is?

You nod slowly and bite your lips.

“I feel like..we’ve known each other for a while now..and with finals coming up and everything..I know we’ll be away from each other for a while..but when all this is over..would you like to go..ice skating with me..just me?”

Your mouth falls open and your eyes widen. Was he really asking you out?

“You know..there’s that new park with the Christmas lights and cool decorations..we can grab something to eat before..or-or after, whichever works for you..” Mark swallows hard as he waits for your answer.

“Mark...that’s really..this is really sudden..I’m not sure..”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it.” Mark gives an awkward laugh.

“I-I appreciate it, Mark. But I’m kinda seeing someone right now.” You pout and look away from his round eyes.

Had you not known Taeyong, you probably would’ve gone with Mark. It was an adorable idea, you loved spending time with him. And while you couldn’t see him as a romantic interest for all these years, maybe a date would’ve changed your mind. But it was too late, you loved Taeyong.

“Oh? Who is it? How have I never met him?” Mark’s mouth fell, but he didn’t look upset, he looked happy for you rather.

You nodded quickly and opened your mouth to speak, but the grumbling of your stomach interrupted you. You laughed in an effort to cover up the sound, but Mark’s eyes floated down from your face and to your stomach while you clutched it.

He smiled slowly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t eat anything before we came here.” You looked away, feeling your face become hot.

Mark chuckled. “It’s okay! I’m hungry too, there’s a Starbucks downstairs, wanna grab something for yourself and for me too?”

“Sure!” You jumped up from your chair, thankful for an excuse to leave this somewhat awkward conversation.

“I’ll be right back!”

You headed downstairs and ordered a protein pack and coffee for Mark and a muffin for yourself. You thanked the cashier and hurried back to the elevator.

It was crowded with people at first, but as you approached your floor on one of the higher levels, more and more visitors, nurses and doctors started to exit.

All except for one.

The man dressed in scrubs kept his head down, his hair tucked into a blue surgical cap and his face covered with a face mask. You stood in the corner of the elevator and watched him closely. Something about him seemed off. Why was he holding his head down? Why did he stand in the middle of the elevator with his arms crossed?

But then again, maybe he was worried about something, maybe you were over thinking.

You sighed and leaned your head onto the wall. It felt like the longest ride ever to your floor. You looked at the numbers on the elevator light up as you passed each floor.

But then, you heard the man chuckle lowly. It was a haunting sound, a familiar sound.

His crackling voice echoed in the now empty elevator. Your brows furrowed and you stood up straight. 

“Oh little mouse, what am I going to do with you?”

That voice..

Taeyong turns and walks towards you and before you can even comprehend what’s happening, he presses your body into the corner of the elevator.

You fall back, your grip on your bag with food and coffee tightening as you swallow hard.

Taeyong’s eyes are dark, filled with fire and disappointment as he stares into your eyes.

You barely recognize him in the doctor’s uniform, but you finally notice the neck tattoo he had.

How did he know you were here?

Your mouth falls open, you can’t even form coherent sentences as he towers over you and gives you an evil look like he’s ready to kill you slowly..and painfully.

“You love him, don’t you?” Taeyong spits out angrily.

“Wait..wait Tae, I can explain.” You shake your head.

“He doesn’t have anyone to go with him to his doctors appointment, it’s the least I could do.”

“I don’t give a shit if that loser doesn’t have anyone to be with, you aren’t supposed to be here! You were supposed to listen to me! How many times do I have to tell you you’re mine?” Taeyong’s voice grows louder, he slams his hand onto the wall beside your head.

“You’re the one that put him here! How can you be so..so selfish? He doesn’t deserve any of this?!”

“And I do? I deserve to be hurt by you going behind my back to be with him? You aren’t loyal to me and that hurts, y/n.” Taeyong’s face softened a bit as he searched your eyes.

“Behind your back? You’re not my father! I don’t have to answer to you, you won’t even claim me to your friends and you expect me to be loyal to you?”

“Oh and loyalty? Taeyong, I could easily tell everyone all that you’ve done. I could tell the police, news stations, EVERYONE..”

Taeyong suddenly grips your throat, stopping you mid rant, and leans in closer. “But you won’t..will you?”

You grit your teeth, breathing heavily as he tightens his hold.

“Everything I did, I did for you..you ungrateful brat.” He releases you, but quickly takes you by the wrist and leads you out of the elevator. He hurriedly brushes past all of the nurses in the hallway, no one suspecting him even as he drags you behind him.

He finally finds an empty room. He tosses you inside and locks the door behind him.

He takes your bag and coffee from you and places it onto a table by the window, leaving you standing there in the middle of the room with your mouth agape.

He stares out the window and begins to talk to himself.

 “I let you out of my sight for one moment and you do this to me? I thought I was clear the first time. But it seems I wasn’t. Oh little mouse, don’t you know I don’t like repeating myself?”

 He turns back to you slowly. His low eyes stare into yours as he takes his mask off, and you finally see the handsome face of your lover.

His lips are pursed and he steps closer to you.

“Taeyong..” you swallow hard, nervous by his calm demeanor. He watches you like a predator watching his prey, he’s unpredictable and like a stranded gazelle, you’re not sure what to do, where to run to.

Do you run out the door and make him even more upset? Do you press the buzzer and call for help?

You could do anything to get away from him right now, but you don’t. Why? Because you want him.

“Get on the bed..” once in front of you he pushes your chest lightly, making you stumble on the hospital bed behind you. You push yourself up on both elbows while breathing heavily, watching as he crawls over you slowly and carefully.

His breath now on your lips as you tremble under him. “How will you make this up to me, little mouse?” He tilts his head and stares at your lips, the gazes down your neck.

“I-“

“Put your hands above your head..”

On impulse, you do as he says.

He still stares at you while grazing your neck lightly with his soft lips. He dips his hand into his pocket and pulls something out, but you can’t figure out what it is.

His eyes break away fro your neck and go to your hands where he tightens one zip tie around each wrist and the metal bar of the bed.

He tightens them tightly, watching as you squeal and fidget under him.

“Taeyong..I want to touch you..please.” 

Your high pitched begging and innocent expression almost gets to Taeyong, but he shakes off the feeling and stares at your chest sticking up in the air.

He pushes himself up away from you, forcing your legs further apart as he takes a kneeling position between them.

Your button down dress rides up your thighs and to your hips as a result, just barely exposing your panties to him.

Taeyong bites his lips and runs his hands up your thighs slowly while groaning. His thumbs press into the soft skin as they work their way up to the apex of your legs.

Your breath hitches and you lick your lips.

“Taeyong..touch me.”

“You’re always begging, little mouse.” Taeyong  chuckles, his hands now running up your sides and squeezing your breasts through the fabric gently.

A shakey breath leaves your lips as you wriggle under him, anxious to feel more as your panties become increasingly wet just from his touch.

He takes your lips on his into an angry kiss, biting the bottom and licking over it. 

He slowly pumps your breast through the fabric, adoring your mewls and the way your head falls back as you ache for more.

“Wearing black I see? You’re dressed appropriately for a funeral.” He chuckles through his lips now covered with your red lipstick then takes his own time unbuttoning the buttons one by one to reveal more and more of your beautiful skin.

Once all of the buttons have been undone, he separates the limp fabric covering your chest and stomach.

You hiss with the sudden exposure to the frigid air.

“Oh? And no bra? Is this how Mark likes it? Oh, what has he done to my innocent girl?”

Taeyong’s look of danger makes you move under him again. His dark eyes are so tempting, but mysterious. You just wish he’d touch you again.

“We..we never did anything, Taeyong. I promise.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Taeyong runs his cold hands up your abdomen again, this time, letting them rest around your neck, as if to choke you once more.

You fidget under him while you try to think of what to say.

“You’re squirming like there’s something inside you already maybe we should get it out.” Taeyong lets your breasts go and reaches over for something on the small table beside the bed.

He raises the shiny object to his face and smiles widely. “Let’s play doctor.”

His husky voice lets out.

He brings a scalpel to your chest with the sharp blade just barely pressing into it.

You take in a sharp breath, your chest collapsing at the feeling of the cold metal on you.

“Taeyong..”

“Taeyong? It’s doctor to you.”

“Doctor..what are you doing?” You gulp.

Taeyong’s mouth tilts upward into a smirk as he watches the scalpel dance on your skin, threatening to break into it if he just applies a bit more pressure.

“How does this feel, little mouse?” He draws the scalpel along your thigh now, stopping just before your folds.

“Is it cold? Does it hurt?” Taeyong pauses before continuing, looking into your large eyes and glancing down at your swollen, parted red lips.

He then looks down to your beautiful skin and hums lowly. “Mmmmm I like the way your skin is reacting.”

Your arms and neck are littered with goose pimples, every slight tough from the knife makes you shiver, but you’re even more turned on for some reason.

“Can you feel the edge when I press it into you?”

Taeyong looks into your eyes as he presses the scalpel a little harder onto your belly.

“Y-yes, I can feel it, Doctor. Please, don’t hurt me.” You bite your lips.

Taeyong chuckles. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m in control, just relax. I haven’t actually cut you..yet.”

He bites his lips then looks down at your hard nipples. He feels his member poke through the thin fabric of his scrubs, he knows he can’t hold back, but he’d love to have you like this for a longer time. You’re tied up and on full display just for him. Your eyes still hold that innocent look that he adored. That unknowing look that makes him so weak as he ruins you time and time again.

He circles the scalpel around your nipple. The delicate feeling makes your head spin. You can’t think of anything but him. You moan and bring your body up towards him more.

“Please.”

He looks down at your soaking panties and smirks. “You seem to be liking this a lot.”

He uses a finger to bring down the thin fabric covering your aching opening. You jump in response to his finger just barely grazing against it.

He then takes the scalpel and slowly cuts the fabric, your pussy now exposed to him. He licks his lips and leans down to lick your nipples.

“Yes...that feels good.”

You swear you could cum just from the feeling of his wet tongue circling around your nipple.

He sucks on it fervently as you struggle against your restraints. You can feel his hard member brush against your folds and you just want to stroke it before greeting it with your needy flower.

Taeyong then kisses your neck, his hands still pumping your breasts as he grinds down into you.

“Tell me..where it hurts..” he says in between kisses.

“Tell the doctor what you need, little mouse.”

He licks a long stripe up your neck then bites into it as you yelp.

“Please..Doctor. I need relief down there. I need you to fuck me.” You whine and struggle again.

Taeyong groans and lowers the waistband of his scrubs. He pushes two fingers deep into your opening without warning. Your legs shift on the bed as you throw your head back and moan loudly. 

“How about this?” Taeyong teases you as he slowly moves his fingers in and out, curving the top of them so they hit your sweet spot.

And while it does feel good to have something inside you, you know you need more.

“No..no doctor, I need you.”

Taeyong chuckles as he takes his fingers out and replaces it with his dick, pushing into you so hard, the bed creaks as it moves and hits the wall.

“Yes! Yes, that’s it.” You cry out.

He sucks your nipple again, but your silk walls closing around his aching member makes him dizzy. He anchors himself with his hands on your thighs and focuses on pushing in harder, deeper than ever before.

Your mouth falls open as he ruins you, driving you crazy with each thrust. The sounds of his low groans and his hips snapping into yours fill your ears.

Your mind goes empty, you can only think of one word.

Taeyong.

He’s all you can think of as you begin to unravel. He soothes your nerves and needs with his cock stretching you out and you couldn’t be more relieved.

He takes your ankles into his hands and places both legs on his shoulders, burying into you at a different angle.

Your head falls back as you moan loudly, not caring about who could possibly hear you in the hallway or next room over.

He smirks as he looks down at you going insane from his movements. He then places two fingers onto your neglected clit, massaging it as he slides in and out of your quivering pussy faster.

“Oh, I’m going to..I’m going to cum.” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure.

“That’s it, little mouse, the doctor is making you feel so good.”

He sticks his tongue out and licks your breast again, covering it in spit as you begin to leak onto the sheets below you.

Your eyes shut tightly and begin to roll in the back of your head as you cum.

Taeyong continues to fuck you hard, the metal bar hitting the wall at a steady pace now as he approaches his own high. He watches your quivering pussy swallow his dick and coat it in your cum.

Your body falls weak while you come down. You can only feel over sensitivity as Taeyong continues to use your body. He watches your breasts jump with each thrust and groans, your eyes wet with tears and your wrists becoming irritated from struggling against the zip ties. Everything about you is so perfect to him.

He slides out of you quickly before stroking his member and releasing onto your belly.

He breathes heavily, locking eyes with yours while every drop escapes onto your perfect skin.

He collects the cum with the scalpel he placed to the side. You tremble and watch.

“Open your mouth.” He demands.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

“Lick it, carefully, we wouldn’t want that wonderful tongue of yours getting cut, would we?” He places the scalpel with his cum onto your tongue. You lick it off slowly, praying that you don’t cut your tongue in the process.

While you do that, he traces his fingertips around and in between your folds to collect your juices, then sticks his fingers into his mouth and licks the essence off.

He leans down and kisses you, his tongue circling around yours to combine your seed with his.

You moan into his mouth as you kiss and taste each other.

When he pulls away, he looks onto you lowly and licks his lips.

He tucks his member back into his pants and gets off of the bed while wiping his mouth.

He watches you on the bed with your arms tied to it still, you look up at him questioningly. Why was he taking so long to let you loose?

He fixes his mask over his face. “You’re too good to let go..I’ll have to kill Mark for good.”

Your eyes widen and you tug harshly against the ties. “No! No, no you can’t!”

“Why not? Do you love him?”

“Taeyong! It’s not like that at all! Please trust me, he’s just my friend.” You start to cry, there’s nothing you can do, you’re tied to the bed.

“I'm doing this for us.” Taeyong takes the scalpel and puts it into his shirt pocket before heading to the door.

“No! No you can’t! There’s cameras! You won’t get away with this, Taeyong! I swear I will tell everyone the truth this time!” You tell in a last minute attempt to stop this crazy man from hurting Mark.

Taeyong chuckles. “That almost sounded like a threat..” he turns back to you and gives you a dark expression, you tremble and cower down.

“but I’ll forget about it because I love you..also, my guys will take care of everything, even getting you out of here.Just sit tight while I take care of this.”

Taeyong ignores your cries, shuts the door, and hurries to the elevator. He heads up to Mark’s floor.

Once on the floor, he walks over to the nurse at the main desk on the floor and asks for his room.

“I’m Doctor Lee, I need to follow up with a patient named Mark. Which room is he in?”

Meanwhile, you yell loudly, trying to get anyone’s attention while also trying to slither out of the ties. But unfortunately they’re too tight. The floor also appears to be relatively empty as no one seems to hear you.

After several minutes, a nurse finally runs into the room and is startled to find you naked and tied to the bed.

“Please! Please stop him! He’s gonna kill Mark!”

The nurse runs over to the bed and quickly looks for scissors to cut you loose. “What happened? Who did this to you? Are you okay?”

You’re hysterical as she cuts you loose. She can barely figure out what you’re saying. “No, please don’t worry about me! We have to find him before-“

“Shhh..ma’am you have to breathe, you have to slow down, I am going to help-“

She’s interrupted by the sound of a loud alarm blaring through the hospital.

“Code Red! Code Red! Everyone please find an escape route or escape room immediately.” The automated message echoes through the halls then repeats again.

The nurse’s eyes widen while she helps you button your dress up.

“Code red? Shit.”

“Miss, what does that mean?!” You jump off the bed and rub your wrists.

“That means there’s someone yielding a weapon in the hospital, they may or may not have already hurt people. Come with me! We have to go to the escape room!” She takes your hand as she opens the door, but you pull it away and run off towards the stairwell.

“Ma’am!!” She yells after you but you don’t stop, you run up the stairs to Mark’s floor.

Tears continue to fall as you sniffle and run.

You can’t believe you were so stupid to let Taeyong do this..again.

You could only pray that you would reach Mark in time.

You push the door open and are finally on Mark’s floor. As you run towards it, you notice there’s a loud ruckus by his room.

“No..”

You run even faster, pushing past the nurses as you get closer. But what you see stops you in your tracks.

Mark is on the hospital bed being pushed by several nurses and a doctor. They hurry to an operating room, but it seems like you were too late. 

Your hand flies over your mouth at the sight.

The same scalpel that Taeyong used on you sticks out of the brown haired boys neck. Blood gushes out and splatters the nurses uniforms. His eyes are closed and he seems to be choking, begging for air.

“I’m not getting a pulse! Move faster, we’re running out of time!!” A nurse yells as they rush past you.

Time seems to move in slow motion. You can’t think clearly, you can only feel pain. Your head spins. You hold onto the wall for support. How could he do this? How could he kill someone innocent? This was all your fault. 

You held your head in your hands and screamed loudly as you banged it onto the wall behind you.

“This is all my fault!! Oh, God! Why?!” You cry uncontrollably.

All the memories of Taeyong flooded your brain. It’s because of him. Your life turned upside down because of the devil with a sly smile and tempting touch. And you fell for it every time, like a fool, you fell into his trap.

You had to get away from him, he wasn’t going to let you go easy, you had to run.

So you bolted out of the hospital and into the snow without your coat or cell phone so he wouldn’t be able to track you.

You ran fast, the cold, harsh air stabbing your throat. Everything became a blur, you couldn’t see where you were going, but you knew that you just had to keep running.

You finally found a bus that had just approached its stop. You jumped onto it and headed to the back immediately. You sat down and held your face in your hands as you sobbed quietly, eventually drifting to sleep.

————

You’re woken up by a quick tap on the shoulder.

Your eyes open slowly to see the bus driver smiling at you fondly.

“Ma’am, this is the last stop.”

You sit up straight and rub your eyes. “Wh-what time is it? Where am I?”

“It’s 10 p.m, you’re at the last stop on the east side of town. Are you..alright? Shall I call for someone to help you home?”

You shake your head and look outside to see darkness. “No..no I’m fine, I’ll just go, thank you.”

You grab your bag and step off of the bus, walking quickly to the brightly lit downtown area. There had to be somewhere that had an available phone to call your parents from.

But then again, should you call them? What if Taeyong tapped their phones too? What if he was after them now that you were missing? He wouldn’t hurt them if they truly didn’t know where you are, right?

You hold yourself tightly and continue to walk briskly through the freezing streets.

“Miss? Do you need a coat?” A man calls out to you, but you shake your head and walk faster. The last thing you wanted was for some random man to try to “help” you.

Additionally, you didn’t know how many men worked for Taeyong. Once he told them to look for you, they could be anywhere, just waiting in the shadows to grab you up.

You found a table outside of a restaurant and sat down to take a break once you were far away from the man.

You held your head down and rubbed your eyes. 

What could you do now? You’re alone in a new town with no cellphone and you can’t just call your parents or friends.

You were too busy in thought to notice that the lights in the restaurant had been shut off now.

“Ma’am, excuse me, but we’re closed now and I have to put the chairs away- wait, don’t I know you?” The man’s voice interrupted you.

You looked up slowly and sat back in your chair. “Ah yes, I’m sorry, I was just resting..”

You wipe your eyes then rub your hands together to warm yourself, but when you look up at the man speaking to you, you instantly recognize him.

“J-Jaehyun from History 201?”

Jaehyun smiles and drops the garbage bag he’s holding.

“Y/n? How are you? It’s nice to see you.”

You nod and smile. You hoped you didn’t look at terrible as you felt. You had been crying all day, your eyes must’ve looked ridiculously swollen.

“I’m-I’m sorry, for uhhh, coming here like this.”

You looked down at the floor, and away from his handsome face.

You always had a weakness for Jaehyun. He was your partner in class last year and helped you with your final project the most. He was kind, always sparing time to help you with flashcards and study for hours into the late night at the library.

“Oh, no worries! I haven’t seen you around campus a lot this year, it’s nice to see you now! Wait, where’s your jacket? It’s freezing out here.”

“Oh..I don’t have one, I sorta ran here..actually, it’s a long story.”

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna close up and grab you a coat, okay?” Jaehyun smiled widely then grabbed the garbage bag and turned the corner to go to the dumpster.

You immediately jumped up and started walking. 

Not again, not again. 

You couldn’t get another innocent and kind person involved with Taeyong. If he or any of his men even glimpsed Jaehyun with you, they’d beat him to a pulp.

You paced through the streets, and looked around for any restaurant that would be open late.

You felt terrible for running away from him when he was only filled with good intentions, but you had to to protect him.

About fifteen minutes into walking down a new street, you hear the honking of a car horn.

You step to the right and further away from them, but the person slows down and matches your pace. You don’t dare to look over, you only walk faster and look for possible routes to run through to get away from them.

“Hey! I told you to wait! What are you doing?”

Jaehyun yells out through the passenger window.

“Please, Jaehyun, I just can’t..I can’t be seen with you right now. It’s difficult to explain.” You held yourself and marched forward.

“Whatever is going on with you can wait! Right now, you’re about to catch pneumonia if you don’t get out of the freezing cold. Hop in! And I’m not asking this time.”

Jaehyun turns his car in front you swiftly once at a pedestrian walk way, you’re forced to stop walking. You look up at him with red, watery eyes.

“Please, y/n..I want to help you.”

You take one final glance at the area around you and see no one in sight, so you jump into the car and take off.

——————

Jaehyun takes you to his small apartment.

You step into the living room as he locks the door behind him.

“Do you live here..by yourself?”

Jaehyun chuckles as he takes his coat off and throws it into the coat closet.

His muscles now showing clearly in his tight white shirt.

You gulp and look away quickly.

“Yes, I live here by myself, over 15 miles away from campus..why? Well, for starters, that restaurant we were at is my family’s restaurant. It’s left in my care, so I have to be closer to it than I am to school.” Jaehyun shrugs before continuing. “And no roommates because who wants to be so far away?”

You give a small smile and look at the tiny but cozy apartment. It was much different from your house where you had floors and rooms that were endless.

No wonder why Jaehyun is so humble and giving.

“Yeah, it’s not much, but it’s enough.”

He trots past you and to the kitchen. “Take a seat, I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Jaehyun washes his hands while you sit down onto the couch in his living room. He then sits down beside you and hands you a glass.

“Do you need anything? A jacket, a blanket, change of clothes?” Jaehyun stares at you through wide eyes.

You laugh and smile widely again. “You’re too kind, Jaehyun..but some sweats and a T would be amazing right now.”

Jaehyun immediately jumps up and heads to his room. A few minutes later he hands you Nike sweatpants and a plain white T. 

“The bathroom is on the right, feel free to change in there.”

You thank him profusely before heading to the bathroom.

You cringe when you see yourself. Your hair is messy, unkempt, your eyes are swollen like they were stung by bees, and your neck donned a love bite courtesy of Taeyong.

You washed your face and did your best to fix your hair before heading out.

Once beside Jaehyun, you take a deep breath and explain everything to him.

“Jaehyun...I don’t know what to do..I hope that you will not judge me.” 

Jaehyun shakes his head. “It is not my job to judge, y/n, go on.”

“There’s a man..I love him..well, I think I love him. He makes me feel...new, unexplainable things. He makes my heart weak… but Jaehyun, he is a bad man. He’s hurt my friend, and I-I dont think I can be with him anymore..” you start to cry again. “So I ran away.”

“Shhh..shhh don’t cry, you did the right thing. It hurts now, but I believe you will be happier now that you are away from him.” Jaehyun holds you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and looking into your eyes deeply.

Jaehyun was right, you were away from him and running was the right thing to do. But why did it feel wrong? Why do you feel guilty? Why did you feel like the one that betrayed him?

“Would you like to tell the cops about him?” Jaehyun rubs his hand along your arm. His touch is soothing, his broad chest makes him feel at home. You slowly start to lean into him more.

“No..no, I still love him. I can’t..plus he’s smart, he’ll get away with it, and take me again.”

But you want to be taken, don't you, little mouse?

You close your eyes tightly in an attempt to drown out his voice.

“That’s alright then, y/n. We don’t have to tell anyone.”

Jaehyun whispers.

Tell him what I did, tell him how good I made you feel just today. Your legs around me as I fucked you hard into that flimsy hospital mattress. Your essence dripping down your shaking thighs, the way you called my name...

You breathed slowly. Don’t think of him, don’t think of him.

“I’m so scared, Jaehyun, I don’t know what to do. What if he hurts someone else that I love?” You sob into his chest.

“Don’t be scared, y/n. I’m here now, he won’t find you in this little, dingy apartment, okay? And you can stay here as long as you’d like, don’t worry.”

You nod. “I-I don’t have my phone because that’s what he uses to track me. Jaehyun, he’s a dangerous man, you must not tell ANYONE that I am here.”

Jaehyun’s brows furrowed. What kind of man would track his lover? He didn’t like the sound of him, but he was happy to know that you were out of that crazy man’s grasp and with him now where you’d be safe.

“I understand, y/n. I won’t tell anyone, not even your parents.”

You smile and thank him once more.

“You can sleep on the bed, I’ll take the couch.” He says before standing up from beside you.

—————

[One Week Later] 

It’s been a few days since you ran away. You stayed inside Jaehyun’s apartment quietly, not even opening the window to look out at the sunshine and snow.

Jaehyun would visit you during the day whenever he had time. He just wanted to make sure you were safe.

But then he’d leave and head to work or school to prepare for exams.

You prepared for exams on an old laptop that he found at a thrift store for you. You would draft up emails to all of your professors, letting them know that you wouldn’t be able to attend class because you were mourning the death of your close friend, Mark.

Jaehyun would then send the emails once he was on campus so that if Taeyong and his men decided to hack into your account and search for you IP address, they would be met with the college IP address and not Jaehyun’s.

It was an elaborate, but tiring plan, but so far it seemed to work. 

Jaehyun also visited the post office to drop off a letter for your parents. You hoped it would get to them for it explained that you were alright and safe far away from the college. You stated that you needed to take some time away to grieve your loss and you hoped that they would try to be okay with that.

Knowing your parents, you knew they would have a fit at you running away and leaving your cell phone behind. But they had no choice but to accept it, for your safety and for theirs.

The news of Mark’s death hit everyone hard. You saw your college mates mourn and host a vigil on the news and cried once again. They said that the murderer snuck into the hospital in scrubs and a face mask, but all security footage for that day had mysteriously been “lost.” They had no face on camera, and no one to give a description of who the assailant might be...other than you, of course.

You could never forgive yourself for what you did to him. How could you have been so naive?

Now, Mark was dead and his family and friends were experiencing immense pain. 

You silently cried yourself to sleep that day, praying to God for forgiveness.

Taeyong, on the other hand, wasn’t begging for forgiveness. No, Mark’s murder was nothing to him. He was going to take you away from him, and that couldn’t happen, so he got rid of him just like any other enemy that threatened his peace and tranquillity. Instead, Taeyong went about  threatening anyone and everyone in an effort to find you.

Taeyong was furious when Taeil tracked your phone only to find it still at the hospital. You had vanished out of his sight for the first time since he met you, and that was unacceptable.

He slowly started to feel himself go psychotic. He couldn’t focus on other tasks, jobs were incomplete as everything came to a standstill because of his preoccupation with finding you.

“She’ll be back, she has to come back.” Taeyong paces about his office.

“Don’t you think you’ve taken this a little too far?” Johnny sits in the leather chair across from Taeyong’s desk and purses his lips.

“No..no I don’t think I’ve taken it too far, Johnny, but you know what I do think? I think you and the rest of these guys are fucking lazy! You’re supposed to be the best of the best and you can’t find a fucking college girl? How far could she have gotten, she doesn’t even have a car!”

Taeyong slams his hand onto the desk.

Johnny sighs. “We’re doing the best we can, we’re looking for the spoiled brat 24/7. There’s only so many places we can check, wherever she is, whatever hole she’s in..we’ll find it. But I must ask, what if she doesn’t want to be found, Taeyong? If she’s gone through this much trouble, are you sure she loves you?”

“Shut up!” Taeyong throws his sands of time stature to the ground, leaving sand and broken glass everywhere.

Johnny remains unfazed in his seat, for Taeyong did have these tantrums every now and then.

Taeyong walks over and stares at the broken pieces before bending down to pick one up.

“What about her piece of shit father?” He asks, still staring at the three-edged glass in his hand.

“He knows nothing… we traced all his emails and text messages, but nothing. It seems she’s run away from her parents too. Maybe she’s just tired of this privileged life.” Johnny shrugs.

“I don’t believe his lying ass, and you shouldn’t either. Has he agreed to meet with me yet?”

“He won’t meet with you, Taeyong, he's pissed enough to know that you’ve gotten to his daughter. He doesn’t even care that we’ve slowed down our deliveries.”

“Hmmm I guess I’ll have to get nasty with him..” Taeyong’s dark eyes widen as he smirks.

Johnny raises his arms. “Taeyong, when’s the last time you slept? You look like a raccoon. I’ll call over our favorite girl, you know the flexible one. God, I love when she takes us both, that college girl of yours could never do the things she does.”

Taeyong steps towards Johnny, still gazing at the glass with a wild expression.

“Get a good fuck and sleep well after, what do you say?” Johnny lifts the corner of his mouth into a smile.

Taeyong leans down and into Johnny’s face. Johnny's brows furrowed as he leans backward and away from him.

But Taeyong holds the back of his head with one hand and presses the edge of the glass into his neck with the other. 

Johnny groans as it just barely pierced his skin. “Taeyong, what the f-?”

“I don’t want anyone but that “spoiled brat,” and if I don’t get her, I’ll kill all of you myself. I’ll start with you first..so the next time you get a coffee or bagel from Gordo’s, let someone else taste it first..it’d be a shame for it to have just one extra...and deadly ingredient.” Taeyong presses the glass in harder as Johnny hisses.

His eyes widen, Taeyongs grip on the back of his head tightening, his nails digging into his scalp.

“I love her and she loves me..but you wouldn’t know anything about love, would you, Johnny? If you did, you’d know that lovers have to fight sometimes. Not everything is all roses and fucking flowers. She wants me to fight for her, and that’s what I intend on doing. So stop opening your mouth and get moving, I don’t want my dick sucked tonight.”

“You’ve lost your mind.” Johnny lets out once Taeyong releases him.

“And that’s the bad part, Johnny, I haven’t lost it yet. I’m just getting started.”

Johnny huffs and heads for the door.

“Oh, and Johnny boy, send Taeil in.”

—————

[One Day Later]

Your parents eat their dinner after a long day of work combined with worry for your safety. Your dad tried to keep your mother calm and collected, but she struggled to swallow each bite.

“I-I just don’t understand..” she puts her fork down and holds her head in her hands.

“She’s fine, honey. We should just trust her and continue the search. The church has done a wonderful job with helping us look for her. But thank God we received a letter.” Your father continues to chew.

“It’s not enough, how do we even know she wrote that? And that Taeyong guy, why does he keep asking to speak with you about her? What does he know?”

Your father slams his fork down and looks at your mother. He takes her hand and places it onto the table while looking sternly into her eyes.

“Don’t..you ever call that name in this house. He’s a fool and he will never get close to our family.”

“He already has! Him and his men have stalked me for days! I don’t know what they plan to do to us, I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry about them, they’d be foolish to lay a hand on you.” Your father looks into your mother's eyes deeply.

“What have you done? Why are they after us?”

“I haven’t done anything except serve the good Lord.”

He looks onto the table.

She pulls her hand away. “Do you think I was born yesterday? I know all about your dealings with him..” she looks up at the gold walls and fancy paintings around the dining area.

“Do you think I believe all this came from the church? You must think I’m those idiots that you preach to, believing nonsense.” She scoffs.

Your father gasps. “How could you say that? The church..our religion, it isn’t nonsense! I thought you changed from that sinful girl I met so long ago, I thought you were better than this..”

“And I thought you were better than to get involved with a gang leader! But look at you! Desperate for more than we NEED! How is this a Christian life? Look at the example we set for our child, we’ve taught her this lavish lifestyle that we can’t even say we’ve earned honestly like good people, where is our humility?!”

“We’ve set an amazing example! Do you remember where you were before you met me, on the streets scouring for your next fix! Imagine raising your child while in that state, without me!”

She sits and gives him a harsh look before opening her mouth to respond. “You’re full of sh-“

But a loud, compilation of multiple sounds fills the house. Your parents cover their ears.

“What the hell is that?!” Your mom jumps up and looks around. It seems all of the televisions in the mansion have turned themselves on.

“What in God’s name?” As your father listens closely, he recognizes something from audio of whatever is being played on one of the televisions.

I want us to cum..together. I want you to get so full of my cum..Do you want me to fill you up?

He hears the man say.. then a high pitched moan follows.

Yes..sir.

No. This can’t be happening. It couldn’t be your sweet voice.

Your father jumps up and runs to the closest television screen, the one in the living room.

Your mother follows behind. “What is going on? Was there a power surge or something? Why are they all-“

She stops talking as she is stunned by what is being played on the screen at full volume. The noise is almost unbearable.

The video of you being taken from the back by Taeyong plays on the large screen. Your hair messy, mouth open as mewls and moans spew out, your naked body being pummeled into by the demon as he grips your waist and pulls you onto him. You look into the camera and at yourself before letting out a loud whimper.

Yes...sir, oh God, Taeyong..please I’m gonna..

Your father turns away and stares at the floor intently, trying to drown out your cries and the sounds of skin slapping on skin in the video.

“Oh God! Turn it off!!” Your mother yells.

Your father then looks around the room for the TV remote, finally finding it on the couch.

He firmly presses the power button, but nothing happens. He runs up to the TV and presses the power button on its base, but still nothing happens.

“No..this can’t be happening.” He mutters, his eyes widen.

A new video then starts to play, displaying you naked and kneeling on the ground below Taeyong. Your father recognizes his tattoos as he rubs his thumb along your round lips.

Stick your tongue out, little mouse.

Ah yes..just like that..

Taeyong groans as you lick his tip leaking with precum.

“Unplug the damn thing!”

Your mother yells again as she turns away and covers her ears.

Your father finally reaches behind the TV and tears the cord out of the socket.

Your parents breathe a sigh of relief as the video stops playing.

However, they would now have to unplug each and every TV in the house that blasted a sexual video of you.

“What is this? Is he doing this to blackmail us?” Your mother starts crying.

“I’m going to kill that bastard…”

“He’s ruined our daughter! Oh, God..how could we not see the signs?” She runs off to her bedroom with her ears still covered. The house is filled with the music of your moans and Taeyongs grunts. All the videos of you and him that he had taken played throughout.

Your father’s face is haunting, he looks dark, strange, his eyes shaking as he thinks of what to do next.

————

[Two Days Later]

Your mother enters the hair salon as she usually does on a Tuesday afternoon.

She greets the stylists and goes to the back room where her hair is to be washed before the cut.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, a stylist enters the room and places a black robe around her, tying it in the back.

“How are you today?” The male voice says smoothly.

“I’m alright.” Her eyes are still a bit red from crying, she was really worried for you, especially after seeing the videos that Taeyong had taken. She’s too preoccupied with her thoughts to look up at the man.

“Lean back for me. Close your eyes, just relax.”

The man takes her head and leans it against the wash bin as she moves to get comfortable.

“I can tell you’re going through a lot right now.”

“Yes...I am.” She nods slightly and closes her eyes.

The man hums then places a small amount of shampoo onto her hair before wetting it with the hose.

He massages her scalp with slow and tenuous movements, pressing his tips into her scalp while making circular motions.

His thumbs place pressure onto the back of her neck, carefully kneading into it and loosening a knot.

“That feels good...I don’t think I’ve had you before..” your mother lets out, she’s holding back an embarrassing moan, for his fingers just feel so incredibly good.

Her mouth falls open.

“Of course you’ve had me before..”

“I would definitely remember these hands.”

The man chuckles. “Oh? I hope your daughter remembers them.”

Her eyes open quickly. “What did you say?”

She tries to sit up in the chair, but the man grabs her by the hair and forces her back down.

“Relax, mom..it’s just me, Taeyong...I’m not gonna hurt you if you do what I ask.”

He continues to massage her scalp and hums a low tune. Your mother's eyes grow, she looks above her and sees the red haired man with crazy eyes. She reaches back to grab at his arms, scratching his skin as she squirms in her chair.

“Let me go! Let me go! Help! Someone help me!”

She yells for help, but the terrified stylists in the salon's main lobby sit in silence. Johnny has already locked the doors to the salon and holds two pistols in his hands, ready to aim at anyone that makes the slightest move.

“No one can help you, my love, only you can help yourself.” Taeyong smiles then grabs her arms and places them across her chest.

“I’m gonna ask you once..” he walks around the chair and bends down over her, gazing into her teary eyes.

“Where is she?”

“I could ask you the same question! What have you done to her?”

“Everything I did to her you’ve already seen on your TV. I know you’re hiding her from me. Where. Is. She?”

“Fuck you! You’ll never see her again! Even if I did know where she is, you’d have to walk over my dead body to get to her!” She spits out but Taeyong only laughs. He looked crazy, his red hair disheveled and eyes dark, his skin was extremely pale like he hadn’t gone outside for a while.

“Sweetheart, that’s no problem for me, but I’d rather not have to watch her mourn your death.”

Taeyong walks behind her and turns the hose on again, but this time he grabs a towel from the counter behind him.

He forces your mother’s head back, nearly breaking her neck in the process. She grunts and breathes through gritted teeth before grabbing at his arms again.

He throws the towel over her face and pours water onto it. Your mother starts to choke, she can’t breathe as water soaks through the towel, flooding her mouth and drowning her slowly. Her nostrils flare as they attempt to take in oxygen, but only take in water as well.

She flails about in the chair, her legs stomping and her nails leaving deep scratch marks into Taeyongs skin.

Taeyong hisses but laughs as she struggles to breathe.

“You’re a tough one. But all you have to do is tell me where she is..”

A muffled scream escapes.

“What was that?” He turns the hose off and lifts up the part of the towel covering her mouth.

She takes in a deep breath and coughs up water.

“Please! Please stop! I don’t know where she is!”

Taeyong replaces the towel and begins to waterboard her again.

“Hmmmm do you expect me to believe that?” Taeyong growls out. He’s growing impatient.

Another muffled sound escaped her after a few seconds.

Taeyong lifts the towel. “Ready to talk now?”

“Yes! Yes..” she chokes.

“I think her father knows..where she is, he told me that a member of the church saw her..please you can’t hurt her! She’s not a piece of shit like my husband is. She’s kind and a good person, please I beg you to not take out your frustrations on her.” She sobs.

Taeyong lifts the towel off completely.

“I won’t hurt her..I love her. I’m just a little..upset is all.” Taeyong speaks softly. 

“And your husband..well he’s been ignoring me..that doesn’t make me happy..”

She stares and shakes like a cold, wet dog.

“Call your husband..” he hands her phone back to her.

She hesitantly dials him up. Her mind is filled with regrets for giving in, how could she put your life at risk? How could she tell the truth about your father getting info from a man that saw you in the city on the east side? The man said he had seen you come off of the bus and offered you a coat, but you quickly refused and walked away. That’s when he saw you meet up with a guy at a restaurant not too far away.

Your father had already figured out who you were with after he visited the area himself. He’d seen Jaehyun close the restaurant, he followed him home and the next day he followed him to the library on campus.

He had an insider watch closely over Jaehyun’s shoulder as he signed into your email account.

The truth was known to him, but he wouldn’t tell anyone or seek you out himself. He thought it’d be best if it remained a mystery. Even to his own wife.

“Hello?” Her husband answers.

She sniffles. “He’s here...you have to tell him where she is..or he’ll kill me!”

“No, oh God, no...where are you?!” He asks but before she can respond, Taeyong grabs the phone away from her and presses the ‘FaceTime’ button.

Once he answers, Taeyong smiles widely and places the phone in front of your mother. He rests his chin on her shoulder as she cries.

“Hey there, pastor, long time no see.”

“Taeyong..you maniacal asshole, leave my wife out of this!”

“But why? You’ve been ignoring me so I decided to spend some time with her. I must say she’s a lot nicer than you. She reminds me of your daughter too..”

He looks at the side of her face before kissing her cheek softly. “I miss her so much.”

“She told me that a little birdy told you where y/n is..let’s not waste anymore time. Tell me now!”

“I can’t do that, I can’t put her at risk!”

“Are you sure you want to keep saying no to me?” Taeyong grabs a pair of trimming scissors behind him and holds it to her neck, pressing the tip in to show obvious indentation.

Your mother cries out loudly. “Just do it!”

He shakes his head and bites his lip. “I’m sorry, honey, but I can’t give our daughter to him.”

His wife’s eyes widened. “You-you can’t be serious..you’re gonna let him kill me?”

He starts to tear up. “To protect our daughter...I have to.”

Taeyong chuckles. “Well, would you look at that..the crazy bastard doesn’t care about you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” The pastor shakes his head as it lowers.

“But I know what he does care about..money..”

Taeyong lifts the scissors out of your mother’s neck and places it onto the counter.

“See..I knew he wouldn’t care if I threatened your life, mom..I knew he wouldn’t care if I posted those videos of me fucking his daughter all over that grand house of his..but I do know he’d care if he loses his church..”

Taeyong takes his chin in his hand.

“What would happen if during one of your wonderful sermons..I put those videos of me and your daughter on the big screens.. Ah yes that online streaming service you have that reaches millions..oh, how disastrous would that be? All those families tuning in to porn unknowingly..you’d be ruined, wouldn’t you pastor?”

“How could your daughter be with me, a gang leader?”

Your father looks back at the screen furrowing his eyebrows and tilting his head. “These threats won’t work, you wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but let’s not stop there, pastor. Imagine what chaos would ensue if those emails between us just so happened to leak...a pastor..conducting the drug business in his own town?”

“Taeyong..”

“Just tell him where she is, God damn it! He’ll ruin us!” Your mother yells.

“Everything would be stripped away from you..it starts with the church, then harassment from the media as they call you a hypocrite…I’ve wanted to let the people know who you truly are for the longest time..I’ve spared you, but now, I have nothing to lose. I’ll fuck up your life, pastor.”

Taeyong grins an evil smile that the pastor just wants to smack from his face.

The pastor closes his eyes and sighs. He just couldn’t let the world know the true criminal he was and furthermore, he knew Taeyong would eventually catch up to you. What was the point of holding back?

Then, he thought of a plan, something that would catch Taeyong off guard. Taeyong’s weakness was that he believed he always had the upper hand in every situation, he’d never suspect what the pastor was about to do to him.

“Fine..but I won’t tell you where she is, I’ll bring her to you..tomorrow, meet me at the corner of 5th and Herst, in the alleyway. I’ll have her there for you.”

Taeyong smiles. “Perfect. Until then, your wife and I will keep each other company, maybe we’ll watch some movies and enjoy popcorn or something.”

“Taeyong, no, I need her.”

Taeyong chuckles. “Are you sure about that? Just a few minutes ago you didn’t care that I had a pair of scissors in her neck..”

“Yes but..”

“End of discussion,father, I’ll see you at 9 tomorrow night. And don’t even think about bailing on me, because for each minute you’re late, I’ll remove a finger or toe from your beautiful wife.” Taeyong ends the FaceTime call.

————

[The Next Day 9:30 PM]

Somehow, you were able to burn the onions.

You turned away for just a split second, then turned back to see your once white onions become black.

“Damn it.”

That’s when you hear the door open. You were cooking dinner for you and Jaehyun. It was a late dinner, yes, but Jaehyun had to close the restaurant. 

“What’s this?”

Jaehyun laughed as he entered the kitchen and saw you tossing black onions into the sink.

“Uhhh..I’m cooking..well trying to cook spaghetti and meatballs..it’s not as easy as Gordon Ramsey makes it seem.”

You pout.

“Oh, you didn’t have to..” Jaehyun places his bag down and steps beside you in the kitchen.

“I know..but it’s the least I can do, you've welcomed me into your place and kept me safe, and for that, I’m forever thankful.”

“It’s nothing, really, I’m just helping you get away from what sounds like a crazy man.”

Jaehyun places his hand on top of yours.

You turn and look up into his gorgeous brown eyes.

He steps closer, his steamy breath tingling your forehead. You look at his lips and lick your own, you always had a small crush on him and now he was right in front of you, making your heart shiver and your mind cloudy.

He leans forward while still looking into your eyes 

“The pasta is sticking to the bottom of the pan.” He whispers, almost seductively.

Your eyes widen as you step back and turn to the pot with the pasta.

“Oh! You’re right, oh no!”

Jaehyun laughs out.

“Hey!” You smile, feeling your face become hot from embarrassment.

“You’re cute.” Jaehyun takes his bag out of the kitchen and goes to his room.

“Thanks but I just wish I could cook!” You yell out to him.

He changes into a white t-shirt and pajama pants and walks back into the kitchen after a few minutes.

He watches from the entry way as you pour olive oil,  a bit too much olive oil, onto the pasta. He smiles to himself.

“Being cute is enough, I like having you here.”

“Really?” You raise your eyebrows, then look back at him with an innocent expression.

“Yeah..” he nods and steps close to you once again.

“I-Jaehyun..I’ve always..” your words stumble out of your mouth as his close proximity makes you hot again.

He towers over you, licking his lips and crossing his arms. “Always what?”

You shake your head. You thought of Taeyong and how a part of you still loved him. Jaehyun was nice to you, you couldn’t ruin the friendship you had.

“N-Never mind.” You look away.

Jaehyun tilts your head back to his while holding your chin.

“Say it...please.”

You search his eyes, you’re enamored by him, completely taken aback by his touch and warmth.

You begged for God to forgive you for having sinful thoughts when you looked at him, you wanted to lay kisses onto his collarbones and run your fingers through his hair. You wanted him to kiss your lips for a long time as he wraps your legs around his waist and touches you..everywhere.

He leaned down, watching your lips part.

You were so close..but then..his phone rang.

He closed his eyes and sighed before stepping back. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back, I think it’s my lab partner.”

You nod then turn back to your bubbling spaghetti sauce.

“I don't know what you’re talking about, I don’t know where she is!” You hear Jaehyun’s voice raise from his bedroom.

Your brows furrow. Who found his phone number? Who found him and possible found you? You hadn’t left his apartment since getting there.

You walk over to him and stand in the doorway, watching as Jaehyun angrily addresses the person on the phone.

“You’ve got the wrong number!” He hangs up and turns to you.

“Who was that?” You ask quietly, as if the person on the phone can still hear you.

“Someone that claims to be your father..”

His phone rang again. 

Your eyes widened as you stared at his phone screen. “Ask him..what time was I born.”

If it’s him, you needed to talk to him, you needed to tell him that you’re okay.

Only you, your father and your mother knew the time you were born.

3:33 A.M

Your father always praised it as a holy time. “You’re an angel” he’d always say.

Jaehyun answered the stranger and asked the questions like you asked him to. “If you’re her father, what time was she born?”

He put the phone on mute then turned to you.

“he said 3:33 AM..”

Your eyes grew as you reached for his phone. “It’s him!”

You unmute it. “Dad?”

“Yes, dear, oh my God, thank God you're okay.” You can hear him start to sob.

“Dad, it’s okay, I’m okay.” 

“I knew my prayers would not be in vain..” he cries.

“I need you to come back, sweetheart. We’ve got him, and we are gonna put him away for good, but we need your help.”

“Dad..what are you talking about?”

You look up at Jaehyun, his arms crossed and his brows knitted.

“That crazy man! He’s been after you since you ran away, but I got him! I tricked him into meeting up with me. He thought I would turn you in to him, but instead I had the cops ambush him. They arrested him, he’s being brought to the station right now, thank God.”

Your head begins to spin, your eyes start to blur as water fills them. “W-what do you mean ‘they arrested him?’”

How did they find out that Taeyong was the one to kill Mark? And why did you feel a sudden sense of despair now that he was arrested? He deserved it, right?

“Taeyong kidnapped and assaulted you, that’s what I told the cops, y/n. I told them that you ran away to get away from him. You have to come in as soon as possible to give a statement.”

“No..n-no, dad I can't do that..it isn’t true”

Silence falls over the phone. “What do you mean?”

You start to sob as you thought of Taeyong and all of your moments with him.

“I-I love him. I can’t deny it, my heart hurts just knowing he might be put away.”

Even after all he did, you still felt something for him.

“Are you stupid? This man is a monster! I saw the things he did to you in those videos!” Your father spits out into the phone.

“Yes! And I let him do those things, I enjoyed it! I can't lie to you or to the police!”

“You leave me no choice! If you don’t come back, I’ll come and get you myself! And I’ll have Jaehyun arrested for kidnapping too!”

You gasp. “Dad..you can’t do that..” sniffling, you look up at Jaehyun.

“He has nothing to do with this.”

“Then come home and make a statement! This is the only way out..for BOTH of us, we have to take him down!” Your father yells over the phone loud enough for Jaehyun to hear.

You hang up the phone and hand it back to Jaehyun.

He shakes his head slowly as he takes it. “Y/n...you don’t have to go back.”

You wipe your eyes. “I’m sorry, Jaehyun, I’m so sorry for all of this. I have to go back and make things right or...you’ll end up like….” Mark. You didn’t finish your sentence because Jaehyun still didn’t know that you knew who killed Mark.

“End up like who? You know what, it doesn’t matter.. Y/n, just stay with me, you’ll be okay..” the sorrowful look in his eyes eats away at your heart.

He reaches out for your hand, but you pull it away.

“Jaehyun.. I’ll be okay, I’ll see you on campus.”

Jaehyun sighs and looks away.

“I’ll need a hoodie.” 

You grabbed one of Jaehyun’s hoodies and headed out of his apartment and to the closest bus station. Jaehyun walked you to it, and even waited for the next bus to arrive before he left.

As it approached, he felt his heart beat heavily in his chest. He was worried for you, but donned a small smile when you turned back to him to say bye.

You took his face in your hands and placed a light kiss on his cheek. He frowned as you pulled back and looked into his eyes.

“Goodnight, Jaehyun..I’ll see you soon.”

While on the bus, you thought of everything that happened. How worried and upset Taeyong must be about you running away. But he killed Mark, he killed an innocent person and your heart aches for your loss.

So why did you worry about Taeyong’s current state in jail?

Once at the bus stop, your mother gave you a big hug and held your face in her hands. “I’m so sorry to make you do this, honey, but I’m so happy you’re back home.”

You smiled softly, attempting to hide your worry as you looked into your mother’s drained face. She looked like she hadn’t rested or eaten well.

“I’m happy I’m home too.” 

Your father nodded and hugged you too, but didn’t say anything, even during your ride to the police station.

When you entered the station, an officer took you into a room where they would ask you important questions.

“Please let me go in with her, she’s probably traumatized!” Your father begged as they took you away.

“Sir..we can’t let anyone else in, she isn’t a minor, so there’s no reason for her to be accompanied by a parent. We will provide her with whatever she asks for and give her as much time as she needs to tell us what happened.” The detective spoke to your parents as they waited in the lobby.

Your heart ran wild, your hands shook and grew sweaty as you stood only in what seemed to be a slowly collapsing box. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as the clicking sound of the door shutting behind you echoed in the room.

It was just you and the detective now.

“I’m going to turn on the light in the other room beside us..Once it is on, you will be able to see the room through this one-way mirror. I need you to identify the man in front of us..but do not worry, we can see him, but he can’t see or hear us. I ask that you answer honestly, but do take your time. We need as much info as possible. Understood?”

You nodded and swallowed hard. “Y-yes.”

She flicks the light switch and your heart drops almost immediately.

Taeyong sits in the center of the room, his wrists bound together with handcuffs. He looks tired, pale, like he hadn’t slept since you left.

The bags under his eyes donned a dark, almost black shade, and made him look even more dangerous than he did before.

Your mouth fell open. He looked like a sad puppy for the first time, he didn’t look like someone that could possibly kill an innocent person. He didn’t look like a gang leader at all, no, he looked like an innocent boy.

You wanted to run to him, hug him and apologize for leaving him. You wanted to see him happy again.

You start to twiddle your thumbs. “I-I can’t do this.”

You turn to the detective, but she places her hand on top of yours and nods slowly. “Yes..you can. Don’t worry, survivors like you often have this exact moment of uncertainty. But it is important that you take your time. Let’s start with a basic question. Do you recognize this man?”

“Y-yes.”

“What is his name?”

“Taeyong..his name is Taeyong.” You slowly start to speak more.

“How long have you known the suspect?”

“Suspect..” you whisper. “I’ve known him since July of this year..but…”

“What is it?” She turns to you, still holding the voice recording device in her hand.

“Why..why is he a suspect? What did he do?” You sounded ridiculous to the woman, but she didn’t notice that your eyes had not moved from watching Taeyong. You were falling for him over and over again silently. If it weren’t for the glass in between the two of you, you would’ve taken him into your arms and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, for you had missed him as well.

Taeyong could sense your presence even though he couldn’t see you. He was pissed that he had been set up by your father, a part of him knew that his guys could get him out in time, but he still hated the fact that he was made to look like a fool.

He knew he would kill your father as soon as he could instruct an assassin to do so, but that still wouldn’t solve his ache for you. He was overjoyed when your father finally agreed to bring you to him, he even made reservations at the finest restaurant in town to celebrate your reunion. He would kiss your lips all night long and lay beside you until the sun came out. He would never let you out of his sight again. But sadly, tonight nothing went as planned.

And to hear his father accuse him of engaging in non consensual activities made him furious.

“Dear...you’re the one that claims he assaulted you..is this not correct?”

So he wasn’t being arrested and charged with Mark’s murder, they had nothing on him for that. He was being falsely accused of a crime against you.

Taeyong stands up and walks over to the mirror. His hands still in his cuffs as he places them flat against the mirror. He searches for your face, knowing he won’t be able to see it even if he tries harder, but hoping that you’ll see his face filled with regret and pain.

“Y/n…” he calls out to you softly.

You can’t hear him, but you can see your name fall from his sweet lips.

You place your hands onto the glass to match his, tears falling from your eyes.

How can you accuse your love of a false crime? Especially when he looked so weakened, so low and desperate?

“No..no he didn’t kidnap or rape me, it was all consensual…” you state firmly, your eyes still locked with Taeyongs.

“Are you saying that this man, Taeyong, has never touched you without your consent? It’s okay you can be honest with me, he can’t see you.”

You shake your head. “I allowed him to love me..each and every time...because I love him..we love each other.”

“Ma’am, do you wish to press charges against Taeyong?”

“No, no I don’t, I want to be with him.”

The detective sighs and clicks the stop button on her recorder.

“Okay, if that’s the case, then we will have to set him free.”

You step out into the lobby as your parents stand up to greet you. You wipe tears away. “I couldn��t do it..I couldn’t lie.”

Your father’s face falls. “W-what are you saying?”

“She has decided to not press charges, you guys are all set to leave, the suspect is a free man, so I’d suggest leaving before he does.”

“You can’t be serious! She’s being manipulated by him! That’s emotional abuse!” Your father yells.

“Sir..”

“Please, you have to understand, our daughter is not like this. He’s turned her into someone else..he’s violently seducing her.” Your mother begs.

“I understand, but there is nothing we can do. If she says she does not want to press charges, then we are only wasting our time here. Our station could be in deep trouble if we keep the suspect any longer just for your daughter to change her mind.”

Your mother looks away.

“Pastor..” the detective turns to your father, “please, come with me.”

You and your mother step aside while the two talk. 

“You of all people know how powerful Taeyong is..how could you get us into this mess?! He has information on all of us and we arrested him before he could use it against us, but now he’s free and aware of our plan! You were supposed to have her plead a case so strong, it would put him away for life! Do you know how much danger you’ve put me and the other sergeants in? This business that he runs affects ALL of us.”

The detective speaks angrily to your father.

The police were just as involved in Taeyongs drug movements as he was. They’d take a profit from the business made in the city, they were the ones that planted it on criminals that needed to be put away.. they also provided it to CEOs and big white collar men so that they wouldn’t be arrested for possession.

But the police had been upset for quite some time at how Taeyong controlled everything, they thought it should be one of their own, not some street kid that had killers everywhere, ready to strike.

“There’s no telling what he’ll do now.” The detective cursed.

“We still have the videos..” your father looked to the floor.

“Videos? What videos? The ones of them having sex like normal adults? Yeah, those are gone anyway, you know that hacker of his works fast.” The detective rolls her eyes.

“I’m sorry..but don’t worry, we still have another chance..”

The pastor had devised a backup plan in case this one fell through. He’d send you out of the country to another school and under a different identity. Then he’d tell everyone that you had been murdered by Taeyong, and would conjure up evidence against him.

You were in the car, heading back home when your parents started to argue.

“This is ridiculous!” Your dad yelled.

“Don’t blame this on her! You’re the one that got involved with this guy!”

“She has the power to end all of this!”

He retorted.

You sat in the backseat and looked out the window, thinking of Taeyong and whether or not you should’ve lied.

“But that’s alright, we’ll send her away to that one catholic school in Italy! She’ll be able to repent and beg for God’s forgiveness!”

Your father let out.

“What?”

You turned to him.

“You heard me..you’re going away, you’ll be finishing your studies elsewhere so you can be away from this monster and return back to Christianity. Don’t think you’re off the hook after what we saw in those videos. The sins you committed..I can only pray for mercy.”

“No! You can’t do that!” Your voice rose.

Your mother turned to you. “Your father is being a bit dramatic right now, but it’s true. It’s for your own safety.”

“Mom..don’t send me away..” you panted.

She reached out and laid her hand on your thighs. “Sweetheart, it will be okay, we will visit you whenever we can, and you’ll get to travel! It will be so exciting to leave this town behind.” She gave a small smile before turning back around. 

Your father calms down slowly. “Y/n..” he takes a deep breath. “I don’t want to be so harsh on you, but..”

“What..who is that?” Your mother squints and looks out onto the front yard of your house. 

Multiple men stand along the front of your house, dressed in black and those same glowing masks that you could never forget. They were haunting enough, but as they stood still with large weapons and motorcycles beside them, you felt a chill run down your spine.

“No…” your father says with wide eyes.

“It’s him.”

The car slowly comes to hault.

Your dad locks the doors. 

“Stay inside.”

“What are we gonna do now? The cops aren’t gonna come, are they?” Your mother rubs her temple.

When you look through the front glass you see him at the center, leaning onto his motorcycle.

“How the hell did they get through the front gate?”

“Don’t be an idiot, you know they have their ways.” Your mother turns to him.

But all you can do is watch Taeyong. The way he sits coolly on the bike, leaning his head back as he runs his fingers through his crimson hair.

He removes his mask and places it beside him on the seat.

He’s alluring, beautiful. The night sky only adds to his sexy and mysterious aura. 

“I want to go to him.” You whisper. “He’s here for me.”

“Are you insane?” Your dad turns to you.

“No, but you’ll send me off to another country whether or not I want to..I can’t do that.”

“Y/n..sweetie,no..” your mother starts but you quickly unlock the door and jump out of the car, running out of it and to Taeyong without care or worry.

You have no thoughts, just desire. You want to be beside him, you want to feel him again.

You hug him tightly.

“Little mouse..” he whispers into your ear while looking over your shoulder and onto the dumbstruck face of your father in the driver's seat.

He hugs you tightly and rubs your back. 

“Taeyong..I’m sorry, I was scared.”

“I know..but I’ll never hurt you, you know that.” He leans back and grips your throat while looking into your eyes. He gives you a wicked smile as he rubs his thumb along your bottom lip.

He then leans down and kisses you hard, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

Your teeth clink against each other as your heads turn.

You pull yourself closer to him, not caring about your parents or anyone else watching the two of you. You feel amazing, your craving is finally satisfied as his tongue licks your lips.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. “We have a lot to talk about don’t we..”

Your father jumps out of the car and walks up to the two of you.

“This is enough! Stop terrorizing us! Give us our little girl!” He cries out.

Taeyong’s eyes flicker up to him as every one of his guys points their gun at your father in unison, stopping him in his tracks.

“You’ve got some nerve, pastor…” his mouth lifts into a smile.

“But I’ll make a deal with you.. I won’t tell anyone or the media about tonight or your involvement in drug crimes..”

Your mouth falls open, what did Taeyong mean?

“Just as long as you leave us alone AND pay all of us double the amount for each delivery.”

Your father stumbles over his words, his eyes racing from the men that point guns at him then to your face.

“Please..anyone, anyone but her.” He begs.

Taeyong chuckles. “No..no, I want her. She’s not just “anyone.”

He looks down into your eyes.

Your father sighs and accepts defeat, as he sees how enchanted you are by him. There is no going back, you've been completely corrupted by him.

“Fine. But please don’t hurt her.” He steps back.

“Goodnight, pastor..” Taeyong waves and smiles wickedly.

You jump onto Taeyong’s bike and head off to his apartment.

————

Once in his place, Taeyong takes you to his living room.

He instructs you to stand in the center while he takes his leather jacket off and plops down onto the couch.

“Taeyong..I’m sorry.”

You play with your fingers behind your back and bite your lips. He looked amazing in his black button up and black jeans. Three buttons were open to reveal his toned chest.

“I know you are...but that’s not enough..where were you?” He tilts his head and spreads his arms out along the top of the couch.

“I..I was with a family member on the east side. Please Taeyong, I was scared I didn’t know what to do! Please forgive me.”

“What do you do in church when you beg for forgiveness, little mouse?”

“I...pray, I get on my knees and pray.” You nod.

“Then what should you be doing right now?”

You instantly fell to your knees on the hard, cold floor. You whimper at the harsh pain you felt. 

You put your hands together. “Please..please don’t hurt anymore people.”

Taeyong’s cat eyes lock with yours as your heart races. “Little mouse...I was in so much pain when you left me. I’m upset so I need you to answer me honestly, where. were. You?”

You begin to tremble. “Taeyong, I’m here now, isn’t that enough? My aunt decided to help me deal with the loss of M-“

Taeyong’s eyes widened. “Mark? I got rid of him for you! For us! What is there to mourn?”

“Taeyong, he was my friend, nothing more, I need you to trust me if we are going to make this work.”

You licked your lips as you spoke through furrowed brows.

“I trust you..do you trust me to protect us? To protect what we have?” Taeyong leans forward.

You nod quickly. “Yes.”

He stares into your eyes for a moment then leans back into the chair. “Prove it, crawl to me.”

Your mouth opens to protest but the glint of danger in Taeyong’s eyes stops you. You just need to do what he says in order to get what you want. The aching in between your legs had no plan to go away until you were satisfied by him.

You crawled over slowly then kneeled once you got to his bent legs.

You sat up straight, the heels of your foot under your bum, and looked up at him through your lashes.

He was so handsome, you wanted to climb up onto his lap and make love to him.

He waved a finger. “Take your sweatshirt off..”

Taeyong had noticed that you wore a men’s hoodie, and he wasn’t too happy about it, but he ignored his suspicions.

“Who does this belong to?” He took it from you as you lifted it over your head, your breasts falling victim to the crisp air in the apartment.

“It’s my..cousin’s!” You answered quickly.

Taeyong threw it to the side and looked back at you. “I hate when you lie to me, sweetheart.”

“I’m not lying! I promise!”

Taeyong keeps eye contact with you as he reaches into his waistband and pulls out his gun.

He takes the safety off and places it right in front of you.

You shy away from the intimidating weapon and whimper.

“Taeyong!”

“If you’re telling the truth, lick it like it’s me, little mouse.”

You’re hesitant but raise your head back up. You stick your tongue out to lick the underside of the gun first, your eyes brimming with tears.

“Don’t cry, love, I won’t hurt you..even though I could pull this trigger right now and end it all..” 

Taeyong watches your eyes widen.

“I could end the pain that I’ve experienced because you threw me away.”

You shake your head. “I didn’t throw you away, I love you!”

“Keep going..don't stop until I tell you to, or I’ll be even more upset. What did you say we needed to make this work? Hmmm trust..that was the word. So trust me..”

Taeyong sighed

You continue to lick it, the cold metal leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

“Use those pretty lips.” Taeyong feels himself harden in his pants as he watches you below him blow the gun like it’s him.

You flatten your tongue along the round tip of the barrel then sink down onto it completely. Your cheeks hollowing as you imagine that it is Taeyong’s tempting member in your mouth.

“Fuck..you’re beautiful..” Taeyong pushes the gun in and out of your mouth, watching as your spit coats the metal.

Your eyes are locked with his as he begins to palm himself through his jeans. He pushes the gun in deeper and faster  to hit the back of your throat. You gag as tears run down your cheeks.

He can’t take it anymore. He removes the gun from your mouth and places it down onto the couch behind him.

He quickly zips his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free. You lick your lips and replace the gun with his cock, enjoying the salty taste of his precum and moaning onto him. You move your head up and down rapidly, using your tongue and the plush inside of your hollowing cheeks to bring him to the edge. He groans and throws his head back.

He holds the back of your head and bucks his hips into you. You gag, his rough movements making your throat feel raw. Your jaw becomes locked. But he goes even faster then holds you down against him as he cums in your mouth. The feeling of him finally using you to orgasm is beyond satisfactory. Your underwear is soaked.

Taeyong pants and leans back into the couch. “Tuck it back in for me, little mouse.”

Taeyong flinches at the feeling of your cold, soft fingers on his limp cock.

You zip his pants up and wait for more instructions.

Through low eyes he motions for you to go to him. You stand up straight and wipe your mouth and cheeks.

“Take off your pants, sweetheart.”

You immediately draw your pants and underwear down in one quick sweep, your heart beats fast. You want to feel him so badly.

Taeyong bites his lips while looking into your completely naked body. “You’re gorgeous and you’re all mine..”

He holds your waist and brings you down onto his lap.

“Do you want to ride me like a good girl?” Taeyong’s husky voice enters your ear, his fingers dip in between your thighs, tapping against your dripping folds.

You hiss and breathe heavily.

“Yes..” 

“Yes, what?” Taeyong holds your neck and looks into your eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl..” he pats his thigh.

You give a puzzled expression. “I-“

“It’s easy, just move like you did on the stool..” Taeyong smirks.

“Okay.” You nod and place your hands on his shoulders.

He grips your waist again and presses you firmly onto his thigh, pushing your body forward and backward while looking into your eyes.

You let out a whimper as the rough fabric presses onto your flower.

Your soaking heat coats his jeans. You move faster and faster. Taeyong watches your face twist as you experience a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

He presses his tongue flat against your nipple. You grip his shoulder harder and moan out his name.

He circles his tongue around the swollen bud then pulls away.

“How do you feel, little mouse?” He flexes his thigh under your open legs, making you yelp and fall forward at the unexpected friction against your aching pussy.

“It feels..so good, sir.” You struggle to get out, your hips rocking back and forth. You find that one spot that makes you weak and continue to ride against it. Your clit feels incredibly stimulated by the rough material. You feel raw, but sexy under Taeyong’s gaze.

“Sir..I’m going to..” you gasp.

Taeyong licks the other nipple while his hand massages your breast, pumping it while pressing his fingertips into the soft skin.

Your body shakes onto him, you throw your head back and moan loudly as you come undone on his thigh.

The combination of his swift tongue on your nipple and his clenching thighs on you sent you overboard. You saw stars.

Taeyong smirked then grabbed your ass to force you to keep moving on his thighs. You trembled and cried out as overstimulation set in.

“I’ve missed you, little mouse, I’ve missed the way you taste.” He whispers against your chest then lifts you up and places you onto the couch beside him.

You’re on your back still recovering from your orgasm when he crawls over you slowly. He holds your ankles kissing along your right leg as he slowly places it over the couch. He then lays down and faces your leaking and exposed pussy.

“Mmm so pretty.” His warm breath makes you flinch.

He picks up his gun and teases your entrance with it, sliding the metal in between your folds as you cry out.

“Taeyong!”

You try to pull yourself up on the couch, but he pulls you down by the waist. Your knees clink together.

He presses the gun into you harder, rubbing it up and down, just barely touching your clit. He spreads your legs open again, his fingers digging into your thigh.

He bites his lips as he uses the round tip to part your folds and tease your entrance, swirling around the juices that escaped earlier.

“Fuck..I wanna taste you..”

He licks the gun clean of your juices as he watches you below him with dark eyes, you lick your lips and moan.

“Ahhh you’re so needy, little mouse. Should I fuck you with my gun or my mouth next?”

He rubs your clit with the gun as he bites his lips and waits for your answer.

“Keep going, sir. I like it.”

Taeyong leans back down and kisses your clit. “Why not both?”

He places one finger into your throbbing pussy slowly circling it around. You whimper and arch your back as it feels good to have something finally inside you. He then places another finger inside to stretch you out. He slides them in and out easily while using his thumb to press onto your clit. His fingertips tap onto your g spot teasingly.

“Oh my god!” Your arch your back even more then massage your breasts. The sight of you below him like this makes him weak. Your skin sweaty and hair disheveled, your lips swollen and red from you biting them. You’ve been corrupted by him yet again.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He removes his fingers and replaces them with his gun, carefully sliding it in and out as you adjust to the cold metal not inside you.

“Fuck.” Taeyong curses. Something about your pussy welcoming his gun makes him dizzy. The danger of it all is unbelievably hot to him.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels..strange, but good, sir, please keep going.” You prop yourself up on your elbows and  look down at the black object sliding easily into you. You let out a moan.

“So good, s-sir.” 

Taeyong pushes your legs further apart .

 You begin to ride it yourself, your eyes floating from the wet gun and to Taeyong’s veiny hands and muscular arms decorated by tattoos. His red hair is parted to the side but a strand fell into his forehead during all the action.

His lips are red and plump, just begging to be kissed by you.

Your velvety walls begin to clench as you move up and down onto the object faster. Taeyong watches your fucked out expression while you chase your high. Your breasts bounce fervently as you move your body faster. Endless whimpers leave your lips.

“Are you going to cum?” Taeyong leans back down over your opening and lifts up the skin above your clit.

“Yes—sir!”

He flattens his tongue against your clit then circles the tip of it around it.

He pushes his tongue in firmly, licking upwards at unpredictable paces ll while never letting your eyes contact go.

You throw your head back as your eyes roll in the back of your head. 

“I’m…Taeyong!” your body shakes, the knot in your stomach finally being relieved, you can’t finish your sentence. Taeyong’s tongue drives you crazy, you can’t think straight. Your body felt like it had been transported to another real mmt as his tongue still massages your clit.

You fall back into the couch, your movements stopping.

Taeyong takes his gun out and licks up your cum while closing his eyes and savoring the taste.

He places the gun beside him then leans down to kiss you so you can taste yourself.

“I love you...but I’ll just have to punish you for running away.” He kisses your forehead as your eyes open.

That itch for Taeyong had been satisfied, but now you had to deal with the consequences of your actions.

“I have something to show you.” He whispers while taking a strand of hair out of your face.

He takes you to the guest room where he has placed a large, wooden cross onto the wall.

At the ends are straps for one's arms and legs, your eyes grow.

“Taeyong…”

He takes your hand and brings you closer to the large cross while smiling. He turns to face you.

“Did you think I’d let you off this easy? Tsk tsk” Taeyong smirks. He quickly lifts you up and places your legs around his waist. He then lifts your arms up one by one and attaches them to the cross. He backs away and allows your naked body to dangle.

“Taeyong..please! I said I was sorry!”

“And this will prove to me that you truly are…I had trouble sleeping because I was so worried about you...now, I must return the favor.” He says as he brings both feet together and buckles your ankles to the cross as well.

He steps back and marvels at the beautiful sight of you on the cross.

He smiles. “Y/n...you’re my savior, you’re all that I need, you’re my religion, and I would do anything for you.”

“Taeyong..please, my arms hurt.” You cry out.

“Shhh don’t beg, my love.”

He turns and grabs the remote for the TV right across from you.

He presses the “on” button and you immediately see a video of Taeyong taking you from behind. 

“I’ve made a special movie for you..it will play our most special moments over and over tonight. This will ensure that you will never forget what it’s like to be with me again.”

“Taeyong, I never forgot about you..” you say softly in a final attempt to be let down.

“Then why did you stay away for so long?” Taeyong growls out, his eyes are wild, like he is holding back a deep anger.

Your mouth falls open into silence.

“My love..I hope you can appreciate this gift.” Taeyong then exits the room, leaving you alone with the bright and loud TV playing compilation videos of you and Taeyong having sex, along with disturbing videos of murders being carried out by his gang.

You cry silently and close your eyes tightly, but you can’t drown out the sound. Your arms and legs hurt from being strained for so long, you’re not sure how much more you can take after just an hour.

“Taeyong!” You call out but there’s no answer.

You stay suspended on the cross and cry throughout the entire night.

You struggled against the restraints from time to time, until you couldn’t even feel your arms. You closed your eyes tightly and looked up, down, to the side..anywhere but forward where the TV was. And somehow, you were able to close your eyes and fall asleep to the sound of your moans and Taeyongs deep voice in the video. But soon you were woken once again by a violent and disturbing video of torture or murder.

The next morning, Taeyong came into the room and untied you. He shut the TV off and carried your strained and numb body to the shower.

“Taeyong..” you whispered softly, your tired eyes opening slowly as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

“Yes, little mouse, I’m here..” He kissed your cheek, then trailed his soft, warm lips down your jaw and neck.

He helped you shower then took you to his bed.

He then covered your body with a blanket and sat on the edge of the bed beside you. He bed smelled like a field of flowers, the plush and bouncy pillow below your head felt especially heavenly.

“Did you do all those things to those people?” You mutter out with your eyes closed.

“Yes..they were bad people, they deserved their punishment, just like you deserved yours..”

Your eyes open wide.

“But lucky for you, you’ve begged for forgiveness and gained it from me.”

Taeyong gave you a small smile. “You should rest now.”

He was about to leave but you called out to him.

“Taeyong...do you trust me?”

The last thing you wanted was for Taeyong to do some digging to find out who you really spent time with during those two weeks. If he found out you were lying and found out about Jaehyun, that would be the last straw. He’d lose it. He would kill the both of you, and maybe your parents too.

You wanted reassurance that he would let it go once and for all, that you could move on and be like you were before.

Taeyong looked back at you and gave a questioning look as he raised an eyebrow.

But he didn’t say anything. He leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Your eyes closed and you finally found some strength in your arms and wrapped one around him, your fingers lightly scratching his back as his lips caressed yours.

His fingers press into your scalp while he listens to you moan.

“Should I trust you?” He says before kissing your neck.

You whimper as he presses his chest onto yours, his pelvis resting against you. You widen your legs a little, your breath leaving you as soon as you feel his hard member poke against the blanket.

He continues to kiss your lips, the way his tongue leaves gentle licks along your bottom lip and the way his hands move on your scalp puts you in a trance.

You reach down into his boxers and take his hard member into your hand, cupping it and moving it up and down slowly.

A groan leaves his lips and enters your mouth, you continue to stroke his member. 

He then kisses your neck. “Oh, little mouse, you’re too good and making me feel this way.” He growls and bucks into your hand.

You feel a growing moisture in between your legs.

“You should trust me..I’m yours.” You whisper against his ears as you rub the precum in his tip with your thumb.

“I want to feel you..please.”

Taeyong kisses your collarbone and sucks hard. “Say it.”

“Want to feel you inside me..” 

A whimper escapes your throat. You’re so pent up, you feel you might burst.

Taeyong lifts himself from you and throws the blanket beside you, revealing your naked body and drenched entrance.

“What do you want me to do?” Taeyong smirks, his forehead glistening with sweat. He removes your hand and replaces it with his own, positioning his cock right in front of your needy opening.

“Taeyong…” you gasp as you watch the toned figure above you and run your hand down his abs.

He nearly cums as he watches his name fall from your innocent lips. Your eyes widen and you lick your lips while your chest rises up and down rapidly.

He watches you stare at his cock as he pleasures it himself.

“Fuck me..”

Taeyong chuckles then rubs his tip in between your folds. You moan at the feeling of something finally against your throbbing hole.

He doesn’t waste any more time as he pushes into you, thrusting your body upwards against the bed.

“Yes..”

You feel every vein of his wonderful cock as he runs it against your silky walls. You clench without control and whimper as he pushes in harder.

“Are you going to cum so soon, little mouse?” Taeyong tilts his head as he watches your jaw tense. He holds onto your knees, pushing them further apart making you cry out.

Your legs wrap around his waist. Your hands shake and grip his back as if to hold onto your sanity.

He presses his thumb onto your clit. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes..”

Taeyong continues to move his thumb sensually in circles onto your body. He looks into your pure eyes.

Time moves in slow motion as your body trembles.

 You cry out his name one final time and dig your fingers into his back.

Taeyong cums soon after, groaning and releasing onto your breasts as they move up and down rapidly.

He treasures the sight of your entire body shining with sweat and now his cum on your beautiful chest.

He leans down and kisses your nipples before flattening his tongue onto each one slowly.

“Oh..Taeyong..” you moan and close your eyes, your hands running through his scalp.

You cum again a few minutes after. That day, you and Taeyong made love and love again on his bed, your bodies entangled with each other while you change positions. Your tongues never grew tired, your hands covered all areas of skin, your neck covered in love bites. and your bodies sunk into the cloud-like bed once it was all over.

But as you laid down beside Taeyong, you couldn’t help but think about how Taeyong never answered your question.

He never said if he trusted you.

————

[Three Days Later]

Taeyong dropped you off and picked you up from all of your classes. He didn’t let you see or speak to your parents. But they didn’t reach out to you either. You wondered why they gave up so easily, but then you remembered your father's words. He only wanted to protect himself and his money. It hurt knowing that he was this way all while being involved in illegal activities with Taeyong.

You finally realized that it was your father that caused the break in, you felt betrayed by the man you were raised by.

You started to question your faith, but you still visited the church and prayed. You prayed for your family’s health and safety, you prayed for Mark’s safe arrival in heaven and for your forgiveness. Each time you thought of him, you teared up.

You also prayed for Jaehyun’s safety. You hoped that you wouldn’t run into him on campus, for you knew that he would ask too many questions.

The fact that Taeyong could possibly have his guys watch you on campus to see who you interacted with made you nervous.

No one was safe around you until you gained Taeyong’s trust.

And when you asked for it, Taeyon would only give you a small smile and caress your cheek with his thumb. He’d say you were “cute” or start to kiss you.

But last night he said “soon..I will.”  

You weren’t sure what he meant by that but his words haunted you even as you walked to class.

You looked onto the sidewalk and gripped your backpack, you were about to cross the street at a stoplight when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, stranger.” 

You turned to see a dimpled, brown haired boy.

Jaehyun. Oh no. 

You looked around nervously. “Jaehyun! Hey, how are you?”

He smiled widely. “I’m alright, how are you? How have you been doing?” He stepped towards you with a look of concern.

“I’m fine! I’m sorry about what happened, I-I blew things out of proportion.” You smiled back, but your eyes still looked anxious.

Jaehyun looked around, then looked back at you.

“What-who are you looking for?”

“Huh? I’m sorry, what?”

“You keep looking around like someone is watching you, is everything okay?” He whispered.

“Oh! Haha, yeah everything is fine, I was just looking for my friend, we’re supposed to walk to class together!”

“Oh, I see. Well, I’d love to study or even have dinner with you if you have time today..”

“I’d love to, but I already have plans…” you looked out across the street and pretended to wave to someone.

“Oh! She’s over there, I’d love to talk more, but I have to go, I’ll catch you l-“

You start to walk away, but Jaehyun takes your hand and tugs you back slightly.

He stares at your wrist. You hadn’t noticed that when you waved, your sleeve had fallen down slightly, revealing the subtle markings left from the straps Taeyong used to tie you to the cross a few nights ago.

Jaehyun’s eyes grew. “Y/n..what is this? Are you in trouble?”

You tugged your hand away and rubbed your wrist. “It-it’s nothing! I just had a, um, an allergic reaction to this bracelet my mom bought me!”

Jaehyun tilts his head. “Y/n..you can talk to me.”

“I’m fine, trust me..I’ll see you later, okay? I really have to go..” you spring away as Jaehyun opens his mouth to protest.

While in class, you struggle to focus on your studies. You thought about Taeyong, and how you could love someone that killed people. Those videos replayed throughout your mind, but so did the memories of Taeyong’s bright smile and laugh. You can’t push away the feelings you have when you look at him, falling into him every time as he magically makes you forget all that he’s done. Is this love? It felt like it, but something still felt wrong.

“Miss y/l/n...care to join us?”

Professor Li interrupted your thoughts.

You nodded. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

“In 2 Samuel 11, David displeased the Lord by doing what?” The professor's deep voice echoed in the silent classroom of about 50 people.

Your mouth falls open. You hadn’t read that section and had no clue what the answer was. 

“I-I..”

He stepped closer to your desk with his book in hand. “Stuttering? No, David did not do that..”

He looks down on you intimidatingly. You sunk down into your chair as your face felt hot.

“Miss y/l/n, I don’t understand how you can take so much time away from class only to fall behind..you’ve had plenty of time at home to read, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, Professor.”

“Then why haven’t you read this? Do you expect knowledge and information to just jump into the tiny brain of yours? You have to read so you can absorb it all, make it bigger.”

“You’re right, I’m s-“

“Don’t apologize, just open the book and read the words, or do I need to send you back to English 101?”

A few snickers erupted in the class. Your vision became blurry as you teared up.

“No, professor, I will read it tonight.” Your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Did we all hear that class? Miss y/l/n has decided to actually do the readings for class, let’s give her a round of applause..” Everyone clapped for you and some students started to laugh out more as the professor rolled his eyes and walked back to the board.

You grabbed your backpack and quickly headed for the door when class ended.

“Miss y/l/n..I need you to stay after class for a few minutes..”

You sighed and stepped to the side to allow other students to leave his class.

Once the room was empty, the professor called you over to his desk.

“Are you okay?” The 50-something year old looked into your eyes over his glasses.

“I’m fine..” you played with your thumbs in front of your skirt.

“Do you have...personal.. stuff going on at home?”

“Yes..”

Professor Li was always jealous of your father. He hated how much power he had and made it known to you every time he had you in class, but today he really embarrassed you and you just wanted to run home and cry.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m sure being the child of a pastor is no easy task…” he stands up and stretches.

“But remember to always have faith, to always believe in the good Lord, and to serve him well..”

You nodded. Of course you knew all of this, but why did he make you nervous with each step he took towards you?

“With that being said..I suggest you spend less time with these sinful boys and more time with your head in the books.”

“I’m sorry? I’m not following..” your brows furrow.

He chuckled and looked to the side as he stood in front of you and leaned back on the desk.

“Come on, y/n..these little skirts that you wear even during the winter time..the knee highs..where is your modesty?”

He eyed you up and down and even had the audacity to bite his lips as he stared at a loose button in your top.

You scoff. “Shouldn’t you be worried about your wandering eyes and sexualization of me?”

He stood up straight and looked onto you sternly. “What did you say to me?”

“I’ve done nothing for you to accuse me of ditching class to engage in sexual activities..” you firmly let out.

He laughs then grabs your waist, you jump and try to push him away but he pulls you onto him firmly.

“Let go! You creep!” You shove him away.

“Y/n..” 

That familiar voice echoed in the room.

The professor immediately lets go and looks frightened.

You turn to see Taeyong.

“Taeyong?” 

Taeyong doesn’t look at you, he glares at the man that touched you and walks over slowly.

“Hey, little mouse, I was worried about you..” he says coolly, but the look on his face is hauntingly unreadable. You feel your stomach grow sick as he gets closer, the crazy glint in his eyes becoming more and more visible.

He looks at you and takes your face in his hand. He wipes a tear that has fallen down your cheek with his thumb.

“I saw everyone leave class...except for you.” His eyes shift from your face and onto Professor Li’s.

The professor swallows hard, his skin crawling with unease as Taeyong’s aura is dark and nerve racking. He had no idea who this man was but the tattoos, red hair, and piercings told him enough.

“...why is that, professor?” 

“Miss y/l/n is falling behind on her studies, but now I see what, or rather, who she’s been preoccupied with..” the professor eyes Taeyong up and down and looks at him with disgust.

Taeyong smiles wickedly. “I’ll be sure to take care of what’s keeping her from succeeding, Professor..maybe you should take care of those...lingering hands..”

He turns to look up at the crucifix above the professor's desk.

“I'm sure the lord is not too happy about that move you just pulled.” He still has that crazy smile on his face as he takes your hand.

The professors mouth fell open.

“We should leave..” Taeyong did everything in his power to hold back his desire to bash this man’s head on the desk.

You both walked away, but not before the professor let out one final remark.

“Lust..It was a sin of lust that David committed.”

You continued walking as the professor let out a chuckle.

Taeyong drove you back to his place in silence.

“Are you upset with me?” You turn and ask him while in the passenger seat of his brand new sports car.

“No, of course not, I know it was out of your control.”

You didn’t know what to be more worried about. The fact that Taeyong waited only a few minutes for you to disappear from his sight before he searched for you, or the fact that he let your professor off so easily. It was unlike him.

“Will you hurt him?” You ask.

Taeyong hums for a moment and tilts his head. “Maybe..maybe not, what would you like me to do?”

“I-I don’t know, he was so mean to me..” you shocked yourself. Your immediate response should’ve been “don’t hurt him.” But instead, you actually contemplated whether or not he should receive some sort of punishment. Was Taeyong changing you?

“Well, little mouse, I’m sure everything will work out in the end...don’t worry about him, he’ll never place a finger on you again.” He turns to you, there’s a wild look in his eyes that you can’t describe.

You approach the apartment complex and Taeyong parks into a spot designated to him. You click open your seatbelt, but Taeyong holds your hand.

“Hey..” he calls out to you softly and looks down to your lips.

“Yes..” 

Taeyong is captivated by your eyes, deep and so round. 

He clicks his seatbelt open too and leans over to kiss you, turning his head as his warm tongue brushed against your bottom lip for entrance.

You close your eyes and deepen the kiss, your arms going up and around his neck to pull him closer. Your thighs tighten together as you feel a wet sensation building in between them. Taeyong has this effect on you, every time, he so easily turns you into a begging and needy mess.

Taeyong grips your thigh and pulls it away, leaving you subject to the cold air in the car.

You moan into his mouth as you feel his digits press onto your slit, gliding up and down slowly.

He chuckles. “Ahh such a good girl…” Taeyong kisses your neck as he pushes one finger in, your body shifting in the seat to get a better feeling of his wonderful fingers inside you. The image of Taeyongs veiny, tattooed arm disappearing into your skirt makes you moan with more volume.

“That’s it, little mouse, tell me how good your pussy feels..” He pushes another finger into you then rubs your bud with his thumb.

You bite your lips as his fingers pump in and out of you while pressing onto your sweet spot. But Taeyong taps against it teasingly, barely pressing into it.

“Harder...please.” You breathily exclaim.

“No..you have to tell me how good it feels..”

He says against your neck then bites it.

“Ahh!” You yelp. “It feels good, s-so good.”

He watches your mouth fall open through low eyes, your pussy becoming increasingly wet as he continues to explore your walls with his long fingers. 

He takes your hand and places it onto the tent in his pants. “Do you feel that?”

“Yes..” you bite your lips.

He bucks into your hand as you palm it. “Do you want it? Tell me badly you want it..” a smile falls onto his lips as he whispers against your jaw.

“I want it, Taeyong, I want you..fuck me please.” 

Your hips move on their on onto his hand, you can’t hold back any longer and clench just at the thought of Taeyong fucking you hard in his brand new car.

But Taeyong pulls his fingers out, a pop echoing in the car. He licks his fingers slowly and closes his eyes.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

You whimper at the sudden emptiness.

“Take your panties off for me, but leave your pretty skirt on..”

You immediately drag your underwear down your legs and leave it on the floor, then turn to Taeyong and wait for his next instruction.

“Get in the back..” he demands and turns the dash cam on his windshield around to record the inside of the vehicle instead.

You go to open the door but Taeyong stops you.

“No, no...through here..crawl back there.”

He smirks as he taps the center console.

You crawl over it, your hands resting firmly against the back seat as your abs flex to bring the rest of your body to the back.

But Taeyong chuckles and wraps his arm under your stomach. He grips you tightly, holding you in place as you whimper.

“T-Taeyong?” You breathe heavily while in this weird position, your ass up and head down as your knees rest on the arm rest.

“Yes, little mouse, I just want to admire you from this angle for a moment.” You hear a low chuckle escape Taeyong. He flips up the frilly end of your skirt.

Your bare ass and dripping pussy is now on display for him and the camera.

He uses his other hand and swats your opening. Your legs become weak.

The high pitched noise you make makes Taeyong grow even more.

He slides his fingers in between your folds, coating them with your slick once again.

“I love your body, sweet girl, but your pussy is my favorite part..it’s so wet, I wish you could see it right now.” His deep, husky voice is laced with lust.

He spreads his index and middle finger to separate and expose your silky hole, but does so at an awfully slow pace. You moan and move against his fingers, hoping to gain more friction.

But Taeyong withdraws his fingers and slaps your ass.

“You’re being impatient, little mouse..”

“I’m-I’m sorry, please..I need you..” you beg.

Taeyong hums as he watches your essence run down your thighs and even to your pink knee highs.

Your arms begin to hurt from holding your body up.

Taeyong continues to play with your flower, pushing his fingers in and out while you’re at this new angle.

As you get closer, clenching around him as your legs tremble, he moves his fingers faster, creating a sinful sound with your body as your high pitched moans grow louder.

Taeyong takes his fingers out slowly just as you’re about to cum. He bites his lips as he watches your smooth skin become even more wet, essence running out of you like a flood.

He can’t take it anymore, he has to fuck you so he takes his arm from under you.

“You may go back now.”

He leaves the car and joins you in the backseat.

He immediately moves to the center of it and brings you over his waist.

You kneel over him and unbutton your shirt. Taeyongs eyes are glued to your dainty fingers revealing your chest to him.

“Taeyong… I want you so badly.” You moan out then lick your lips. 

He looks delectable under you, his ruby red hair pushed back and his eyes low.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls his aching member out.

“Do you want my cock, little mouse?”

He leans his head back onto the head rest while he watches you unhook your bra in the back.

“Y-yes”

“Then you should take it, right?” He looks down and taps his dick against your thigh.

You nod and kneel directly over his delicious cock. You lower yourself onto him slowly, your hands gripping his shoulders as you cry out from the satisfaction of him finally being inside, filling you up completely.

“Good girl..” Taeyong whispers. He leans back and watches you bounce on him, your breasts jumping and your eyes shutting tightly.

You swivel your hips as his cock slides in and out of you, grinding into your tight, plush pussy.

Taeyong runs his hands along your thighs, pushing your skirt up your stomach so he can finally see you take his cock and cover it in shining slick.

The car is filled with grunts and moans as you ride him, you finally find the perfect spot, his dick curves into you and presses against it.

“Oh!! Taeyong, I’m going to..” you throw your head back, the bundle of knots slowly start to unravel. You move even faster.

“Mmmm..yes, sweetheart, I know..” Taeyong says smoothly before gripping your waist with both hands and picking you up off of him.

“Taeyong! No..please!” You cry out, once again you are so close, only to be shunned away from your release.

He turns you around and lowers you back onto him. He slams into you as he brings a hand to your neck. He presses his thumb and fingers into the side of it as you whimper.

Your legs spread more as Taeyong’s dick curves into you at a different but still satisfactory angle.

He squeezes his hand around your throat and buried himself into you deeper, using your body more like a sex doll as the camera records.

He thinks about how fucked out you looked right now, your mouth open, practically drooling and your hair messy. Your hands grabbing at your breasts and playing with your nipples. He knows he’ll watch this video later and enjoy watching you lose your innocence in the back of his car, he’ll enjoy the sight of each whimper falling from your pretty mouth and your skirt riding up as you kneel over him in cute knee highs.

He then uses his other hand and rubs his fingertips into your clit. 

You gasp as your eyes open. You clench around him without control now.

His hips snap into you harder and his hand tightens around your neck. “I'm going to cum in you, sweetheart, going to fill you so well with my cum. Is that what you want?” He growls in your ear. He can just imagine how beautiful you’d looked with swollen breasts during a pregnancy, the glow of your skin and full cheeks as you carry his babies. Somehow, you’d be even prettier.

He draws circles into your clit even harder, your pussy becoming consumed by him as he combines it with his tip rubbing against your sweet spot with every push.

“Ahh! Taeyong!” You scream his name out. “Yes! Yes!”

“I’m going to push it so deep into your fertile pussy, breed you and make you mine forever, would you like that?”

“Yes! Yes, Taeyong, I want you” your head falls back over his shoulders releasing onto him as his dirty words echo in your mind.

Your body shakes as he releases into you as well, keeping his promise and cumming into your depths as he holds you fast against him.

His fingers push into your mouth. You close your eyes and suck them clean as your movement onto his cock slows.

He slides out of your opening a few more times, making sure that not one bit of his cum escapes you.

He kisses your neck. “You did so well, little mouse. I’m so happy you’re mine.”

———

[A Few Days Later]

You studied in the library with Jaehyun, focusing on your papers and last minute research before you went home—to Taeyong’s place to sleep. There was barely anyone on your floor in the library, so you figured no one could watch you and Jaehyun there.

Living with Taeyong was definitely different from living with your family, but you didn’t mind it. Taeyong usually stayed out late, but when he did come home, he’d cuddle you and make sure that you’re okay.

 You’d watch movies together and enjoy take out every now and then. Other than feeling like you were being watched 24/7, life with Taeyong wasn’t that bad.

“Do you need me to read over your paper?” Jaehyun leaned over to you. 

You look up from your laptop and stop typing.

“Hmmm that’s a good idea. Thank you! And I’ll read over yours.”

Jaehyun smiles as you switch laptops.

“Jaehyun? What is this?” You’re confused as you only see a blank page on his laptop.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that..just scroll down.”

He watches you scroll down the page.

But there’s only one sentence in the middle of it.

Y/n, will you see a movie with me after finals?

You smile widely and look up at him.

He blushes. “Keep scrolling.”

Pros of dating me: Hand holder Top tier hugs Tall Dimples Good cook Can and will make you laugh Cons of dating me: I might pass gas if I laugh too hard  None :)

You giggle after reading the last sentence. You wished so badly that you could date Jaehyun. He was caring, sweet, a devout Christian, and yes, unbelievably handsome. But the timing was bad. You loved Taeyong, you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

And so, your smile faded as reality set in.

You clear your throat. “Jaehyun..I wish I could..you’re an amazing guy, but..”

“Was it the passing gas part?” Jaehyun’s brows furrow.

“No!” You chuckle. “No, it’s not that at all.its just..I’m seeing someone right now..”

“Oh.” He nods slowly, the corners of his mouth slowly fall and his dimples no longer show.

“I’m sorry, Jaehyun.”

He smiles brightly again. “It’s okay! I thought I’d ask, I really like spending time with you, but I completely understand..let’s focus on finals then.”

You nod.

—————

[The Next Day]

Taeyong picks you up from class, but doesn’t take you home.

“Where are we going?” You look at the side of Taeyong’s face, he looks especially striking with the light from the red stop sign on his face, his strong cheekbones peeking through. His eyes are intense, but your attention goes from his hands gripping the steering wheel to his biceps flexing as he turns the car, and from his thighs in his black skinny jeans then to his button down silk shirt with three loose buttons.

 You bite your lips as your mind runs wild with thoughts of him on you.

“We’re going to do something very fun tonight. Think of it as a...couple game! In the end, we’ll be closer than we’ve ever been.” Taeyong says excitedly.

“That sounds fun.” You smile. 

But you slowly came to the realization that this would be an interesting night as you approached a gloomy and daunting warehouse.

“Taeyong..what is this?” You ask as he puts the vehicle in park.

“Come on. You’ll understand once we get inside.”

It’s just the two of you inside the dark box. Taeyong pulls a chain that makes bright led lights turn on above you. When you look around you large cases  and tables all around. It didn’t feel like you were about to play a game there.

You hear a muffled scream and shuffling.

“What was that?” Your eyes grow as you recognize the sound of a man in distress.

“Ah..yes, our contestant..”

Taeyong takes your hand and leads you to the corner of the room.

“Contestant?”

You stumble behind him as he walks fast. 

You see a camera on a tripod, and as you get closer, you see that it is set a few feet in front of a man tied to a chair with a black bag over his face.

His body is completely tied to the chair with rope wrapping around his midsection and legs.

His hands are bound together on rest on his lap.

The man screeches as he hears the two of you step closer to him.

“Taeyong?! What have you done?” You turn to him and begin to panic. You prayed that it wasn’t Jaehyun.

“I have a surprise for you, little mouse.”

You always dreaded Taeyong’s surprises.

He goes behind the man and tears the bag off.

A breath leaves your body when you recognize the man, even with bruised eyes and a bloody, swollen lip. A rag is over his mouth to quiet him.

“Ta da! You didn’t think I’d let this bastard get away with what he did to you, right?”

Your mouth falls open. “Taeyong..no..I don’t want this.”

You watch Professor Li’s eyes widen once he recognizes you. He cries harder and louder, his shrieks so bone chilling, you cringe.

Taeyong laughs out. “Of course you do!”

He bends down and places his head into the crook of the professor’s shoulder.

“He treated yourself like shit, then touched you inappropriately...don’t you want him to suffer?”

Taeyong smiles wickedly.

“N-no..I..I don’t know.” Once again you found yourself questioning everything you had learned. Does everyone deserve forgiveness? 

“You do know, little mouse. That fury in your veins, that tingling in your body that makes you want to choke this bastard till he can no longer breathe...embrace it. Don’t hold back.”

You look away.

Taeyong begins to grow impatient. “He’s an asshole, what if he goes after another girl in his class? Don’t you wonder how many women he’s fucked just so he can give them a passing grade?”

You close your eyes tightly and feel tears fall on your cheek.

Taeyong stands up straight and walks over to you.

He cups your face.

“Little mouse, you always ask me if I trust you...if you do this for me, if you prove that you will kill anyone that touches you because they’re not me..then I will trust you.”

Your eyes open. You can’t explain this need to please Taeyong, but when you look into his mahogany eyes, you feel a fire start in your chest.

You nod slowly. “I—I want you to trust me, Taeyong, but I don’t know if I can do this.”

Taeyong smiles slyly. “I know you can’t, that’s why we’ll do it together.”

He takes your hand and leads you over to a table with all sorts of weapons laid out.

Professor Li squirms in his seat and cries out so hard, he begins to cough.

He begs for this to end, to be released. You think about Taeyong’s words. 

Taeyong picks up a large and intimidating hedge shears.

He hands it to you.

“I’m going to hold his dirty hands up, I want you to open and close this like they’re scissors. We are cutting the evil away from this world.” Taeyong smiles softly.

The professor is a tyrant and uses his status to lure girls in. He’s disgusting and the world would be a better place without him. You said this to yourself over and over, trying to convince yourself that what you’re about to do is justifiable.

You stand to one side of him while Taeyong stands across from you and on his other side.

The professor still tries to get out of the chair, but he’s bound so tightly, his efforts are in vain.

Taeyong grabs his elbows, straightening out his tied  arms up and in front of him. You open the trimmers and position them around his wrists.

Taeyong’s smile grows. “Just like that, sweetheart. Now, snip snip.”

You look at his trembling hands in front of you, ignoring his tears and snot nose as the memories of him gripping your waist and pulling him onto you flood in. You remembered the intense discomfort, the slight panic before Taeyong saved you. You knew you didn’t want anyone else to experience it.

You pressed the handles together and SHRING. 

His bound hands fly to the floor, blood splatters across your face as well as Taeyong’s.

Taeyong laughs loudly as the old man screams out in pain. Blood gushes from his exposed tendons and tissue. You nearly throw up at the sight and drop the shears.

You back away and look in horror as you finally see clearly what you have done.

“T-Taeyong..” you pant.

“You did so well, little mouse..” Taeyong steps towards you and holds your hands.

The professor passes out from blood loss,his head hangs low.

“I-I killed him?” You sob.

“Yes..you did, now he can’t hurt anyone else.”

“But Taeyong..I..” your hands shake. Taeyong pulls them to his face and kisses them.

“Shhhh...it’s okay, I trust you, all that matters is you and me now.”

You nod slowly. 

Taeyong pulls you closer to him. He holds your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. You’re both covered in blood, but it feels so good to hold each other.

Your heart rumbles and your eyes close, you enjoy the touch of Taeyongs heavenly fingers on the small of your back.

Taeyong is so turned on by you finally proving your loyalty to him. You killed someone even while looking like an innocent angel. It was beautiful, you are beautiful.

Taeyong is electrifying, each kiss sends sparks throughout your veins. The adrenaline still pumps through you as you collapse into him and groan. His lips taste like the sweetest cherry, but he smells like blackberries. 

You can’t take it anymore, you need him on you, rubbing his hands all over you as you make love. You pull your shirt over your head and look into his eyes.

“Fuck me..”

Taeyong smirks and rubs his bloody hands over your chest slowly, pushing your breasts together and pinching your nipples.

You moan out into the empty warehouse as he watches your smooth skin become nasty with blood. Your neck smeared with splattered markings.

Taeyong pushes you into the wall, spinning you around so his chest is on your back.

He gets on his knees and pulls your skirt down at a painfully slow rate.

“Taeyong..please.” You cry out as you step out of it.

He only gets out a low and husky laugh as he places his hands onto your butt cheeks and massages them.

He separates them carefully while staring at your essence dripping from your folds.

He licks his lips then licks onto the slit slowly.

You whimper and push your butt out to him more. He grabs your ankles and licks again, only this time, pushing the tip of his tongue in harder to brush it against your clit.

You yelp while grabbing your breasts and playing with your nipples.

“You’re so hot, sweetheart.”

Taeyong lays his tongue out flat again, going in deeper and flexing his tongue.

On instinct, you grind against his face, praying that he goes a little faster because you’re so close from his teasing, you could cry.

“Taeyong!! Please don’t stop!” You gasp and move faster.

He flips you around by placing his hands on your waist.

“Use me, little mouse.”

He sticks his tongue out then buries his face in between your legs once more, only this time, he maintains eye contact with you. His devilish eyes watching your shining, blood covered breasts and the way you bite your lips.

He moves slowly, but you grab his hair and grind down onto his mouth. He flexes his tongue and pushes it in as deep as possible.

“Ahh! Taeyong..fuck..” 

Hearing you curse is all he needs to hear, his boner straining and flinching against his tight jeans.

You move your hips faster and ride his face as he watches you above him, you can only feel that feeling in your stomach, that release that you’re so close to while looking into his low eyes.

Your clit brushes against his nose over and over, he hums to send vibrations through your core.

Your pussy clenches and your grip on his hair tightened, but Taeyong continues to explore every part of you with his tantalizing tongue.

“Taeyong..fuck..oh my god.” Your hips stop moving and your body weakens, but Taeyong quickly stands and takes your hand.

He takes you with him to the table and brushes off all of the weapons that were on it before.

He presses you down onto the table with his chest on your back again then zips his pants and lets his cock loose. He doesn’t give you time to adjust as he slides his needy cock into your soaking flower.

He brings your ass to his hips and groans. 

“Ahhh..my nasty girl.” His hoarse voice enters your ear.

He snaps into you harder, lewd sounds of his cock gliding into your wet pussy fill the room.

He presses his hand into the small of your back. 

You whimper. “Harder, Taeyong..” 

“Oh? Greedy, now aren’t we?” 

Taeyong brings your ass back onto him so hard, you feel the breath leave your body. You cry out his name as he does it again.

His cock fills you up perfectly, grinding against your velvety walls even as they tremble.

Taeyong pulls out then flips you over.

He wants to see just how well you take him because it just feels so good.

He groans as you spread your legs across the table for him to see your drenched pussy aching for him.

You run your hands down your body and lick your lips. “Please..Taeyong...I’m so wet for you..”

Taeyong holds you by the crook of your knees and pushes into you again, watching as your right opening somehow molds itself around his cock, coating it in your delicious juices.

You bite your lips to hold back a moan while you watch Taeyong bury himself into you. He would’ve sucked your gorgeous tits like he always does but this time he just wants to watch himself fuck into you, he wants to see you become filled with nothing but him.

He grips your legs hard and moves faster, his movement blurring as he chases after his high.

The added stimulation of his new speed makes you clench uncontrollably. You throw your head back and welcome another orgasm just as Taeyong welcomes his. This time, he doesn’t pull out, he thrusts into you one final time and coats your walls with strings of cum.

Your groans and moans mesh with each other and fill the room.

Taeyong pulls out of you and taps his cock against your clit. You moan and flinch at the overwhelming stimulation.

He leans down and kisses your lips as he teases your sensitive opening.

You whine and move your hips against his cock. It is only somewhat limp and even though you’ve just cum, you still want more.

You press onto his chest lightly to stop the kiss. You look into his eyes.

He chuckles. “What? Do you still want more?”

“Yes..” you bite your lips and look at him with wide, innocent eyes, making his heart shutter.

He sits on a chair adjacent to the table and right beside the professor’s dead body.

“Come here, little mouse.” He pats his lap. 

You lower yourself onto him and slowly rock back and forth until you feel him grow inside you.

Ecstasy floods throughout your bodies all night as you make love. You pay no attention to the dead man in the room or your bodies covered in blood. 

You even forgot about the camera with the beeping red light.

————

[Two Days Later]

Taeyong had just dropped you off at class when he decided to sneak into your parents house. He knew your father would be home and in his office and he also knew that with some bribing, his security guards would easily let him in without notifying him.

Your father plopped himself into his seat, placing his glass of whiskey beside his notepad on the desk, never realizing the figure in the corner of the room.

Taeyong watches as your father opened up his laptop to see nothing but a black screen.

“What the-“ he mumbles and looks over his glasses onto his keyboard. “God damn technology..”

Taeyong clicks the small clicker in his hand to play the video on your father's laptop.

You father squints and looks closely He jumps once the video starts playing.

‘Just like that sweetheart, now snip snip’

He recognizes the voice in the video.

His eyes enlarge.

“What in the-“ 

He tries to pause the video but he can’t, only Taeyong has control.

“Oh..God.” He sits back in his chair when he sees you. his beloved daughter, cute the hands off of a man.

He continues watching as his eyes brim with tears.

He sees the man pass out then you tearing your shirt off. He turns away from the screen and sobs.

“My daughter...my poor daughter.”

“You should be proud of her..”

Taeyong steps out from the corner.

Your father jumps in his seat and grabs his letter opener. “Who’s there?”

“It’s your son-in-law, I knew you’d be thrilled to see me.”

Your father sits back in his chair and looks at Taeyong through eyes of pure hatred.

“what have you done to her?”

“I’ve only allowed her to be her true self. You should be so worried.” Taeyong sits down across from him.

“Yeah..she killed someone, but hey, if you knew the guy, you’d probably kill him too.” He shrugs.

“I will bring you down, Taeyong. And I’ll get my daughter back. You have turned her into a monster like you!”

Taeyong shakes his head. “Oh, you fool, don’t you see that’s why I’m here? To let you know that that can’t and will never happen. Why? Well, if I go down, your daughter goes down too.”

Your father brows furrow.

“Who yielded the weapon, pastor?”

He stays silent and grits his teeth

“Oh, but here’s a better question, where IS the weapon?”

Your father sighs. “I hope you endure nothing but pain and suffering when she finally leaves you!” He grumbles out.

“Ah, is it buried somewhere on this 32 acre land you’ve got here?” Taeyong places a finger or his chin and begins to laugh.

“Ah, yes that’s right, it’s buried here somewhere, in the lawn of the man that knew about the crime because he just watched the video. Was the killer’s father the one that hid it to protect her? Oh no!” Taeyong fakes surprise. 

“Do You follow me? It’s a chain reaction, father. I go down, your baby goes down, then you go down as an accessory to the crime.”

Taeyong stands up and brushes his jacket off. “It’s a pity that whatever you and that detective has planned for me will never work. That pathetic attempt you made at getting me locked up for life showed me everything I need to see, and now, I won’t hold back…”

He leans forward and places both hands on the desk. “I am the grim reaper, after all.”

“Fuck you, you can’t threaten me!”

Taeyong laughs and leaves the room.

———-

[A Week Later] 

With finals over you rarely saw your friends, you didn’t even message Jaehyun because you suspected that your messages were being tracked.

You couldn’t take the risk.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, grew worried for you. He asked your friends but no one claimed they had seen or even spoke to you. Just like him, they always got your voicemail when they called.

He went to your father and begged to see you, but that’s when he learned that you no longer stayed there.

When he asked where you were, your father hesitantly told him about Taeyong’s apartment complex because he wouldn’t stop pushing.

He warned him and even told him that Taeyong was a gang leader, but Jaehyun wouldn’t listen. He wanted to save you. The marks on your wrist made him worried and he knew you needed help before it was too late.

He went to the complex and snuck around, hoping not to be seen by anyone. He waited in his car to see if you’d leave at some point. Once he spotted you, he would call out to you and have you jump in his car. He’d speed off with you to get away from this place.

The upper-class and bougie complex was really quiet. It didn’t seem like many people lived there, but there was an eerie aura that Jaehyun couldn’t ignore.

He waited all night for you in his car, but never saw you. He didn’t see anything to be exact. Well, not until a red-haired man and several other guys in black left. They drove off on their motorcycles with the red haired guy leading in front.

Jaehyun quickly unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of his car he snuck in through a door that hadn’t been shut all the way. He got onto the elevator and took it to the top floor where Taeyong’s supposed penthouse was.

Once he got to the door with the apartment number, he rang the doorbell and looked around nervously.

You looked at the screen that showed you a real-time video of your doorstep and nearly screamed when you saw Jaehyun. You quickly opened the door.

“Jaehyun! You can’t be here! You have to leave!”

You shook your head.

“I just wanted to know if you were okay! I haven’t heard from you in days-“

“Yes! Yes I’m fine but you have to leave!”

“No, you’re not fine. You’ve been kidnapped by a gang leader. Come with me and we’ll go far away! You’ll be safe.”

You gave him a look of confusion. “What? I don’t need to be saved, Jaehyun. I like it here, and I haven’t been kidnapped, who told you that?”

“I don’t need anyone to tell me, y/n! The fact that you’ve been locked up here all night and have your phones turned off tells me that he’s controlling you! He’s taken over your life and you need to get out from under his grasp.” Jaehyun’s eyes search yours, quietly pleading for you to take his hand and run away with him.

“Jaehyun...you have no idea what you’re talking about…” you sigh. “We love each other, okay?”

“But y/n..”

“Just leave! I don’t want to be with you!” You shut your eyes tightly. Jaehyun has been so kind to you, but you felt conflicted with his words. Was he just a product of your old life that you needed to leave behind? Or did he have a point?

He steps back and nods.

“I’m..I’m sorry”

“Jaehyun..” you start to apologize but he walks away swiftly, holding his head low.

You shut the door and lean against it as his words played in your mind.

Jaehyun turned the corner and was about to head for the elevator when he saw another man walking towards it. The man dressed in all black like the other men he saw downstairs. Jaehyun holds his head down and takes the stairs instead.

Jaehyun jogs down the stairs, and about 7 flights down, he bumps into a group of intimidating men.

They smoke cigarettes in between their tattooed fingers and all turn to him.

“Uh..excuse me..”

Jaehyun moves through a small space created for him to pass through, but his heart races. These men looked like gang members, he wondered if he could get out without being noticed.

He runs down the stairs even faster, he gets to the bottom floor, turning the corner to leave. He’s met with the tall man with a broad chest. He collides into him full speed, but the man doesn’t budge. Jaehyun falls back.

“Jaehyun...leaving so soon?” The man says lowly.

Jaehyun looks up slowly, then attempts to bolt in the other direction, but the man wraps his arms around him and pulls him back. He places a towel coated in chloroform over his mouth.

Jaehyun’s vision becomes blurry, he eventually passes out and stops struggling against the man.

————

[The Next Night]

You lay your head on Taeyong’s lap while you watch a movie together. Your mind is preoccupied, however, you think about what Jaehyun said. Was Taeyong too controlling?

“What are you thinking about?” His deep voice lets out.

“Nothing..”

“I trust you to be honest with me, little mouse.” Taeyong massages your scalp.

“Of course…” you answer softly and close your eyes, his long fingers feel good.

“So tell me..who is Jaehyun?” 

Your eyes open and you pick yourself up from his lap.

He grips your chin inbetween his thumb and index finger. “I’ll give you one chance to answer me honestly.”

“He-He’s just a friend..we had a class together and studied together sometimes..” you try to play it off coolly but deep down you panic. How did Taeyong know about him?

“So why did I find this on his dresser?”

Taeyong reaches beside him and dangles your gold cross necklace in your face. You forgot that you had left it at his place.

“I-I must’ve lost it in class.”

“That’s not what Jaehyun says..” Taeyong’s eyes grow angry, he gritts his teeth as he lets your chin go.

“J-Jaehyun? Where is he?” 

“Is this who you ran off to? Is this your “cousin?”

Taeyong stands up from the couch.

“No! No, Taeyong, please believe me. I didn’t stay with him!”

“But he says you did, and I found your necklace earlier today, so are you lying to me?!” 

Your mouth is agape, you weren’t sure what to say, do you tell Taeyong the truth or lie again? Either way he’d be upset.

He huffs. “I can’t believe this..” he pulls out his phone and dials someone up.

“Bring him in!” 

“Okay. Yes I stayed with him, but we didn’t do anything! He was just helping me! I swear!” You cry uncontrollably.

The door clicks open and someone throws Jaehyun inside. His throat is red and bruised with what looks to be a chain pattern.

His hands are tied but he yells as he falls on the floor in the center of the room.

“Do you love him?” Taeyong tilts his head and watches your face, waiting for any slight indication that you are attached to him.

“N-no I dont, I promise he means nothing to me, just let him go!”

You sob.

Jaehyun looks hurt by your words but says nothing, he looks up at Taeyong.

“He means nothing to you? So if I kill him, will it hurt you, make you sad?” Taeyong pouts.

“Taeyong! Please don’t do this again.” You reach out to him, but he steps back.

“Why are you crying so much if you don’t love him?” 

You don’t have an answer.

Taeyong is disappointed, he trusted you, he thought you only loved him, but your actions told him otherwise.

“He’s very pretty, I can see why you fucked him..”

“No! I didn’t, we never-“ you start.

“She’s telling the truth. We never did anything because she only thought about you.” Jaehyun finally lets out.

Taeyong nods. “That’s nice to hear, but I don’t like that you are pretty, Jaehyun. I’ll let you live, but I think we should rough you up a little..”

Taeyong looks up at Johnny and nods. Johnny and Jungwoo each take Jaehyun’s arm and hoist him up. They hold him still as Taeyong flicks his Swedish blade open.

“You came here for her, didn’t you?”

Jaehyun grunts, he breathes heavily through his nostrils.

“Well, I’m going to give you something that will remind you of me every day..when you look in the mirror, you’ll remember how badly you fucked up.”

Taeyong smiles.

“Taeyong, please!” You beg one final time c but he ignored you.

“Y/n, it’s okay, I should’ve listened to you from the first time you said no. I shouldn’t have come here, this isn’t your fault!” Jaehyun cries out.

Taeyong places the sharp blade into Jaehyuns forehead. Jaehyun’s screams make you cover your ears.

Taeyong’s wild eyes watch the sharp tip ruin the beautiful, soft skin of his forehead. Blood gushes out and runs all over Jaehyun’s face as Taeyong carves an X into it.

“No!!!” Jaehyun pulls and tries time and time to move his head but the three men on him keep him still.

“Oh God! Taeyong!” You can’t help but sob heavily. You couldn’t believe this was happening again.

Taeyong throws the blade to the side and smiles as he adores his artwork.

The men let go of Jaehyun and let him fall to the floor.

You crawl to him and hold his face in your hands. Taeyong’s smile drops. You couldn’t possibly be touching and comforting another man.

“And so the truth comes out…” he growls.

“Jaehyun, I am so sorry.” You wipe tears from his eyes and hold him as he cries. Your hands shake as you look at the deep carving inflicted by Taeyong.

“It's okay, it’s not your fault.” Jaehyun’s voice is raspy and hoarse after all his screaming.

“Little mouse...if you wish to leave me...then go, just leave. I can’t take this heartbreak anymore. You’ve lied to me too many times.”

Taeyong sits down on the couch. He sighs and looks away.

“I’m sorry, Taeyong, but I really can’t do this anymore. You hurt anyone that gets close to me..”

“Because I love you..but I guess you do not love me too. I expect loyalty from you at the very least.”

“Taeyong, I-“

“Get out of my sight!” His voice raises. 

You look at Taeyong then back at Jaehyun, he needed to get to a hospital immediately.

You quickly stood up and helped Jaehyun.

“I’m sorry..” you say one final time before taking Jaehyun’s hand and running out the apartment. You felt an uncertainty and a rush as you ran down the stairs. You were free from Taeyong but a part of you didn’t want that.

You pushed the exit door open. Jaehyun pointed out his car. “Over there.” 

You grabbed his key from his hoodie pocket and helped him into his car. He was drifting in and out of consciousness so you would have to drive.

Meanwhile, Johnny watches from the window.

Taeyong stares at the floor while feeling heartbreak and disappointment.

“They’re about to leave, Taeyong, should we proceed?”

Taeyong sighs and thinks for a moment. Should he let you go and move on? Could he be without you forever?

No.

“’X’ marks the spot..” he says and a clicking sound echos into the apartment as a bullet is loaded into the barrel of Johnny’s sniper gun.

You help Jaehyun into the passenger seat and begin to walk around to the driver's side, but a sharp sound rings out into the night then a crash follows.

A bullet flies into the windshield and hits Jaehyun, causing his head to explode into a million pieces in the car. His brains and blood splatter all windows of the car.

Your mouth falls open, your eyes water, you become dizzy. The only thing you can do is stumble and walk backwards and away from the car.

No no no no, this can’t be happening.

You fall to your knees and let out a loud wail into the night as Taeyong heads for the elevator.

Your head falls into your hands as you sob. Another innocent person is killed..because of you.

You feel Taeyong’s cold fingers grip your shoulder. Your face still in your hands while you cry uncontrollably. He’s done it again.

“I told you I’d never let you go, little mouse. You can run and hide, but you’ll always fall into my trap.”

And It’s then that you realize, you truly are stuck with Taeyong—forever.

[unloved-cadillac]

The Doctor Friend. (Levi x Reader)

Summary: you fell and twisted your ankle but hey, at least you got the cute doctor.

C/n: Doctor Levi has been on my mind for a while now.

Of all the times that you wanted to die, this just sealed the deal.

Hange knew that you had bad joints and a horrible stamina, but no. She wanted to go bike riding because “it’s so fun!!” Little did you know, the four-eyed lunatic didn’t know how to ride a bike and as she took off, trying to catch up to you, she bumped into your bicycle and a whole collision took place.

“Ow!” You tell as you lift your head up and hold your leg. “Holy shit! Y/n, are you okay?!” Hange asks frantically as she puts her glasses back on. “Do I look okay?! My leg is twisted in the fucking bicycle!” You tell at her as you try to move your leg out. “Wait. I can help. Don’t scream.” Hange says and leans down to analyze your leg. It caught in the chain and the bar held it in a very awkward position.

“Why in the actual fuck would you suggest bike riding if you don’t know how to ride!?” You ask as she begins to pull your ankle out. “I-I don’t know! It seemed like fun!” You roll your eyes, clearly annoyed, but that emotion got throw out the window as Hange yanked your leg out and pain shot through your system.

“HANGE! WHAT THE FUCK??!!!” You tell and hold your leg. “I’m sorry but it worked. Come on. Let’s get you to the emergency room.” She helps you up by throwing your arm around her shoulder and you hopped to her car.

The ankle started to swell and it burned. The utter shock and pain made your eyes water but you weren’t crying. It was just so “hot”. Hange tried talking to you and lighting up the situation but all you did was glare at her.

“Listen, an old friend is the doctor at the hospital. We’ll be done in no time.” She smiles and you scoff and hold your ankle. You propped it up on the dashboard and saw how it looked like a dog had bitten it. “God help me not kill this woman.” You mumble as you glare at her. Hange gulps as she drives and tries not to speak to you to anger you more.

~~~~

Hange helped you out the car and took you into the hospital. She took you to the counter and began to speak frantically. “Please. My friend has a broken ankle and I don’t know if she’s going to die cause it looks really bad so please help her.” You furrow your eyebrows at Hange as a few teardrops fell from your eyes.

“C-Calm down ma’am. We’ll help her. Marco! Get a wheelchair!” The young receptionist yelled to a younger man and a wheelchair was brought to you. They took you to a room and you had to sit on the bed while you waited. You looked at your ankle, wincing as it began to bruise purple and black.

Few minutes passed and the door to the room opens, revealing a man in white coat.

“Hello. I’m Dr Ackerman. I’ll be attending your injury.” He says and you nod at him. “I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself as he looks at your chart. He smirks and holds up the clipboard. “I know. So,” he walks to you as he puts on latex gloves, “let’s take a look at that ankle. Lay it on the bed for me.”

Nodding, you place the injured leg on the bed and he began to examine it. “How did this happen, Ms L/n?” He asks. “My friend and I went bicycle riding and she forgot to mention that she couldn’t ride so she bumped into me and my leg twisted in the bicycle as I fell.” He picked his head up and narrowed his eyes. “Your friend wanted to ride when she couldn’t?” You nod and chuckle. “Hange is always so clumsy but this made her ten times worse.” You say. “Hange? Hange Zoë?” He asks and you nod. Your eyes widen when you realize.

“You’re the doctor friend?” You ask and he nods.

You watched him as he pressed and felt your ankle and winced when he hit a certain spot. “Hurts here?” He asks and you nod. “Hm. Okay. So let me take an x-ray of it. Won’t take long. We just need to know if you didn’t have a fracture.” Levi helps you down and his strong arms carry you to place you on the wheelchair. “All set?” He asks as he stands behind you. “Yeah.”

The x-ray didn’t take long. You did have a tiny fracture but a fracture nonetheless. You and Levi spoke about your mutual friend and each other. You found out that he loved tea but the hospital’s tea was one of the worse he has ever tasted. You told him about your work and how your boss always wore funky ties and funny socks to match which made him chuckle. “He tells the worst jokes too. It’s so weird but it makes us all happy.” You say and he nods. “Yeah. It’s good to have a good boss who tries to make your day better. Take mine for example. Dr Pixis has been here since I was an intern and is old enough to retire but he won’t until he sees the new wing of the hospital up and going.” “That’s nice of him.” You say and Levi hums in agreement as he massages your ankle.

Levi took you back to the room and began to tape your ankle up. He put a cast on it and then wrote on his notepad. “It will take a few weeks to heal. The swelling itself, will be down a bit in a few days but you will need to go to an orthopedic surgeon to drain the fluid from it. I’m giving you a prescription for some pain killers.” You smile as he talks and you start to notice how freakin attractive this doctor was.

The way his hair was set in a stylish undercut, black piercings on both ears, grey eyes that shone blue and his clear skin. He definitely has a skin-care routine for sure.

He hands you the note and you put it your pocket. “When you go out, the nurse will bring you a pair of crutches. So use that and try not to put pressure on your ankle.” He says as he pushes you to the front of the hospital. Hange ran up to you and Levi pulled you back as she got closer. “Oh, Y/n! Are you okay?! Levi is she okay?” She asks and Levi scoffs. “She’s fine, Four-Eyes. Apparently, you’re the one who caused this.” Hange slumps here shoulders in defeat. “Yes. But it was an accident.” Hange groans and you chuckle. Levi squats next to you and you look at him. “Take care, Y/n.” He shoots you a smile and you smile back at him. “I will, Levi. You too.”

Levi wakes up and walks away as you watch him leave. Hange switches her gaze between you and him and she stands in front of you. “He’s cute huh? Want his number?” Hange asks and you shake your head. “Hans. Just take me home. Oh. Wait, you need to get my meds first from the pharmacy.” You take out the prescription letter from Levi and your eyes read the medication. But what caught your attention was the little message at the end:

‘Hospital tea is shitty. Call me if you want to have a good cup of tea with me. Don’t forget your meds, brat.’

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Levi.

You smile as you read it over and over again. You tear that part off and hand Hange the prescription. Maybe this whole nightmare of a day wasn’t so bad after all.

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[starryseung]

hwang hyunjin + smut

requested; nope!

word count; 1.4k words

angel!hyunjin pulls you closer by the waist, your back flush against his bare chest. you hum lightly, still in daze after the long night of playing games and screaming around the house. he groans when the first rays of the sun hit his face and he brings the sheets further up, covering the two of you. smiling against your skin, he rubs soft circles with his thumb on your waist above the white shirt you had borrowed from him to sleep over at his place.

“hey,” he mumbles on your neck, hair tickling your back. “let’s do it,”

you chuckle softly; he was obviously joki—

“i’m not kidding, by the way,”

that was enough to wake you up fully, your previous tiredness fading away in a millisecond. your eyes snap wide open and you turn around with a shocked expression, only to look at him with his signature grin, eyes closed to form small crescents.

“a—are you serious?”

he hums, sending delicate vibrations down your spine. was this how he wanted to tell you that he wanted you to take his virginity? sure, you two had been talking about it for a while now and since you were experienced, you didn’t mind talking to him about it. but you didn’t know where all this sudden confidence was coming from.

“have you... thought this through? they’re gonna kick you out, baby,” you try convincing him, knowing full well it wasn’t going to work. however you didn’t want him to be banished from heaven so soon; he’d just gotten his wings a few months ago, and the skin around it hadn’t even healed yet.

“yeah y/n, i have,” he brings your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. you expected you would be the one comforting him, soothing him with his first time. but here you were, being calmed down by someone whose virginity (and home,) was going to be ripped away soon.

you turn around to face him and he doesn’t waste a second to meet his lips with yours, catching you by surprise. hyunjin adjusts your position, bringing you above him as he keeps his lips on yours. you suck on his bottom lip with the least pressure, making him exhale at the new sensation. his grip on your waist tightens when you move lower, bringing the pale skin of his shoulder between your teeth to lightly nibble on it, kissing it to soothe the sting.

you do the same on his chest, feeling on your stomach as he slowly gets harder under your touch. little whines spill out his pretty lips, and you can tell he’s trying so fucking hard to not buck his hips into you to relieve the pressure, but you don’t increase your pace one bit, wanting him to experience the best of him and you.

you lean back to palm the erection under his boxers, admiring the red litter of hickeys on his chest. he throws his head back into the pillows, eyes screwed shut as he lets out the most sinful noises you’ve heard from an angel. you grin down at him, increasing the pressure around his length. he whines again, muttering something between ‘go faster’ and ‘take it off, please’. you’re impatient too, swiftly bringing the fabric down to his thighs, carefully taking his length in your hand.

just the warmth and soft skin of your hands on him is enough to have him jolting, hips bucking into your hand in need of more friction. his lips still bring out the sweetest sounds, ones you can listen to all day, and you slowly rub your hands up and down his length. he whimpers at the sensitivity, and you curse under your breath as you watch him fall apart.

“fuck baby— one sec,” you remove your hands from him as he chokes out a pathetic cry. you move up to the bedside table and open the drawer, bringing out the small plastic bottle of lube. spilling a generous amount on your hands, you jump back onto the bed, motioning your hands once again up and down his length, this time the cold liquid coating his dick making it hard for him to hold back his loud moans.

you pump him slowly, clasping your hand tighter at the base every time. his mouth hangs open at the heavenly sensation (how ironic), a throaty moan leaving him each time you increase your pace a little.

you experiment further, bringing your thumb up to graze over his slit and he all but mewls, eyes filled with tears as he feels his orgasm dangerously close. you do it again and this time, his cries come out in stutters as he lets himself relax, falling off the peak as pleasure takes over him, thick spurts covering your hand and his abdomen. he’s breathing heavily, too heavily, and you’re waiting for him to relax, rubbing your hand over his. you take note of the large black patch on his left wing, as if it was about to burn to ashes any moment. you gulp, looking back up at him.

“you’re good?” you squeak out, smiling as he nods a quick ‘yes’. you lean over to kiss him, your thigh brushing over his length making him wince.

“still sensitive?”

“needed you, not that,” he replies, eyes cracking open to look at you with a grin.

hyunjin brings down his hand from your waist to your shorts, rubbing over your underwear. a whine leaves you this time, and you drop your head down as he pushes in harsher, not knowing what he’s doing, but knowing the effect he has on you. he pushes the fabrics aside, groaning when he feels your wetness on his fingers.

you lean back abruptly, making him move his fingers from you; but you replace them with yours, pushing in two fingers slowly but easily. he growls deeply when he looks down at your legs spread open for him, feeling himself get aroused once again when your fingers pump in and out of you at a rapid pace, moans pouring out of you. you pull your digits out of you instantly, positioning your hips just above him.

you take support on his abdomen, lowering yourself until you feel his tip in you. you curse at the same time, relaxing when he’s completely inside you, your walls clenching around him uncontrollably. you’re sitting that way for a moment, stopping to catch your breaths when hyunjin wriggles his hips, giving you the green light to move.

the lube you previously used on him made it easier for you to bring your hips up, stopping when he’s almost out of you, and then lowering back down, cursing deeply. hyunjin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, thrusting up into you subconsciously as he grips your hips harshly, nails digging into your skin. he moans aloud shamelessly, your mouth left open and brows furrowed as you bounce on his dick, his tip brushing every sensitive spot when he’s fully inside you.

you bring your hands down to your clit, pressing on it as you find your voice again, heaving deep breaths as you feel your high approaching. hyunjin swats your hand away, altering your fingers with his as he presses down on the nerves, his pressure somehow making you see thousands of stars with eyes closed.

“f—fuck hyunjin, i’m— shit,” you cry out, speeding your shallow, tired movements in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm. hyunjin thrusts into you again and again, feeling your walls tighten around him as your high washes over you, spilling around him. he thrusts deeper inside you, coming for the second time that morning as his warmth fills you up. 

you’re both breathing heavily as if you’ve just ran a mile, your head lying on his sweaty chest. you look at his right wing, almost entirely black except for the few feathers out of place. he takes one last deep breath before grunting, pulling out of you as he sighs in content.

you feel your juices seep out of you, feeling as if all the energy is getting sucked out of you bit by bit. you roll over to your side and off of hyunjin, looking up at the ceiling as the events of the late morning replay in your head.

“hyunjin,”

“hmm?” he hums, turning his head around to meet your eyes.

“y—your wings,” you sniffle, head and heart feeling heavy at the realization.

“baby, i don’t need the wings if i have you,”

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a/n; FORGIVE ME FOR THE ENDING. I KNOW, I WANNA SLAP MYSELF TOO😔 also, new culture is to listen to ‘mixtape 5′ and ‘awkward silence’ while writing porn >:D

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Soul ties - Part 7 (Bucky Barnes au)

“You had a speech, you're speechless

Love slipped beyond your reaches”

"Steve told me about what happened. Are you okay?"

"Sure. Don't worry, Bruce," you said as you looked through the microscope. "We have work to do."

"This doesn't mean we can't talk about it if you need to."

You watched him mixing chemicals with hesitant hands. "This should work, by the way. I think I found the right..."

"What? The right what?"

"Shit," he muttered as foam started forming at the surface of the liquid. "We need to leave. Now, Y/n!"

Bruce ran towards you and dragged you out of the lab, closing the fire door. You were still right in front of it when the explosion went off, deafening you for a few seconds. You looked around you, wondering why no one else was freaking out about the lab blowing up.

"Y/n, hey, it's fine."

You looked around you. You were hearing Bruce again, but where was he? You pulled your hair, tears running down your face and your heart beating out of your chest. Everything seemed blurry and dangerous. Why wasn't anyone scared?

"I'll go get someone." That wasn't Bruce. Who? All you knew was it was a woman's voice.

You fell to your knees : why didn't they hurt?

"It's okay, I'm here. Breathe." You knew this voice. Of course you did. Why weren't you able to see whoever had spoken? Your vision was less blurry than before, but still... You couldn't think straight.

"Here. Do you feel my hands?"

A pressure on both your shoulders encouraged you to nod. You did feel hands on your shoulders. Looking up, you recognised his long dark hair, then the two blue orbs staring at you.

"Breathe in, slowly. You got this."

"Wh- what's happening?"

"Nothing bad. Just breathe. I got you."

Your feet left the ground as Bucky carried you somewhere. Your breathing was fast, just like his pace. You laid your hand on his chest, instantly feeling his heartbeat under your palm. It was so much slower than yours. You closed your eyes, shifting all your focus on this single heartbeat, doing your best to forget about yours.

"Okay, I'm sitting you down right now. You can open your eyes, it's fine."

You couldn't let go of him. You must've been grabbing his shirt really hard, because he decided to sit down next to you and keep holding you. When you opened your eyes again, you were surrounded by billions of stars. The familiar room soothed you, and so did Bucky's presence at your side. Your breathing calmed down progressively.

"Thank you," you whispered. "What happened? The lab exploded and...nobody cared. Is everyone okay? Did Bruce get out?"

"It was a minor lab malfunction. It was a minor explosion. No one got hurt."

"Minor? No, it was...it was so loud." Unwelcome memories were flashing before your eyes and you shook your head to drive them away. "It was like Sokovia all over again."

"Oh, alright... Look at me." You tilted your head up and met with his blue eyes. "You had a panic attack. It made you feel everything stronger. That happens, okay?"

"Does it? Do you have those to?"

He nodded with a sigh. "They're normal. After what you went through..."

"What gave you yours?" You bit your cheek. "Sorry. I just...when whatever this was happened, I saw them again. My parents. The bomb making our rooftop fall over their bodies. It was..."

"Hey, I'm here now." Bucky hugged you tighter and you gave in to the embrace. Damn, being close to him made you forget about everything else. "I have those in the middle of the night, sometimes. Whether it's because I remember something H.Y.D.R.A made me do or a nightmare waking me up, they're always like what you went through here. Thing is, you don't have to go through those alone."

You hesitated before taking his hand.

"H.Y.D.R.A.? As in...the ones that did those things to Wanda and Pietro?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't know they'd done those things to you too. I'm sorry."

Bucky gave you a weak smile before looking down at your joined hands.

"They're the one who gave me the arm. I mean, not this one, but...that's them. The super soldier serum, too."

"I'm guessing they didn't make you fight the Nazis..."

"I fought for them." He looked away, letting go of your hand. You furrowed your brows and grabbed it back.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," you said. "But you're back now. Alive."

"At what cost, though?"

"We wouldn't have met." You blushed instantly after saying that sentence. "I mean..."

"No, you're right." He looked back at you as he leaned his head against the wall behind you. "Sometimes I just feel like I can't get rid of what's left of them. I can't be the old me again."

You waited before saying anything back, putting some orders in your thoughts. "I never knew the old you. But I like who you are now."

Bucky paused for a moment, scrutinising your face as if searching for a lie. "I still feel, look too much like...like him. The arm was a first change, but..."

"It's not that easy. I get it. Just...know that's okay, too. It takes time to heal."

--- Two days later

"Look who's up, if that isn't the birthday girl!" Sam exclaimed as he handed you a cup of coffee. You'd just walked into the kitchen and you already had a smile on your face. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks, dude."

"And look who woke up hours ago? Damn, y'all have messed up sleep schedules."

"Shut up, Sam," you and Bucky said in unison, causing you both to laugh a little.

You hadn't heard from Darren in two days, but you weren't feeling that down about it anymore. You'd been getting to know Bucky more and seeing him laugh along with you and Sam as the sun rays hit his profile felt like home.

"Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thanks, Bucky." You smiled to him but looked away pretty fast – this might or might not have anything to do with Sam looking at you with a grin.

"Anyway," he says, "I hope you're not busy working with Banner today because-"

Your phones buzzed, and the three of you read the name of the expeditor. You hesitated before you grabbed your phone and read the text Darren had sent you.

"Got plans for your birthday?"

"It's not what I wished he'd said...but it's a start, I guess." You let out a sigh, pondering what to respond with.

"Before that husband of yours interrupted me, I was actually telling you about your plans for the day, lady."

"Really? And what are those plans exactly, bird guy?"

"First, don't call me that or else I cancel the stripper Nat hired for you."

"The what?" You almost spat out your coffee, triggering Sam's laugh and bringing an amused smile to Bucky's face.

"I'm kidding, Y/n. We did plan a party, but no stripper. Sorry."

"You'll be the death of me. But thank you for doing that for me." You shook  your head as you end up laughing along. Your mood darkened a bit when you read the text again. "Should I tell him to come?"

"If you want to." Sam shrugged. "Just remember how he talked to you the other day, and don't be too nice with him, alright?"

"What about this : I do, actually. It's up to you to show up tonight at the compound, if you really want to be there or not." Bucky tilted his head to the side before he nodded. "Okay, sent. Now what can I help with, for tonight?"

"Nothing! Bucky's picking up the cake last minute tonight, and Scott and I are in charge of the playlist."

"Then I'm sure it'll be a sick playlist. In a good way, of course."

"You like his music taste?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stop bickering, the two of you. And as a matter of fact, yes!" You chuckled  at the thought of tonight's party. "Who will be there, by the way?"

"Pretty much everyone. Nat's coming back from D.C. for the occasion and Tony and Pepper said they'd come too. I think Sharon said she'd be there, and..."

"Ooooh, that'll make Steve happy," you chimed in.

"Don't say that in front of him. They kissed once and he's not even allowing us to tease him about it."

"He's no fun," you complained.

"I heard that!" Steve shouted from the other room.

"Go see elsewhere if we care, old man!" Sam laughed at your comeback, and you heard Steve chuckle as well.

Damn, your birthday was off to a good start. You could only hope that feeling would last.

-- I KNOW it's getting long, but bear with me and I promise you won't regret where these two will take you! I'm starting to think this will be 15 parts long max. Might be shorter too. Let me know what you thought about this part!

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V’s Route but MC fell in love with Seven instead of V. What would it be like? What about twins reunion in this circumstances?

Ohh this is AMAZING and I love it, I actually wanted to write a fic about that lol (also I’m sorry it became like a whole fucking book at the end lmao)

Also I don’t know if it’s canon that he had feelings for the MC on V’s route and I accept it as canon because I like to suffer pft

Let’s assume this takes place in more than three days! And I added some bits of Saeran’s route too so you know, make it ✨DRAMATIC✨

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First he’d be suspicious of you, but he doesn’t want to show it and I just ADORE that idea

Seven would joke around with the you while sneakily trying to figure out some info, but then you will turn it on him somehow, you will start to get serious and then BAM say it was a joke, or you’ll suddenly flirt with Seven which will make him go like ‘oh shit who gave you the right’

So the first days, you and Seven would probably joke around a lot in the chatrooms, at points you’d have serious talks.

I like to think that at one point Seven calls you when it’s late, and he starts talking about the stars, so you go out to your little balcony (lets just assume the room has a balcony lmao) and then you look up at the stars. And Seven gets super emotional but he can’t really explain why to you. But you don’t ask him to explain. You listen, and comfort him.

Then you will say something like at that one phone call “I want to grab all the stars from you” (not a direct quote) and Seven will be shocked and speechless. And that’s when he realizes. He’s in love with you.

But he knows that maybe V is falling a little for you too, he just doesn’t realize it yet. And V has done so much for him and Saeran, that he doesn’t want to intrude.

Besides, he doesn’t want you to get hurt. So he stops appearing in the chatroom so often and he never really answers your calls.

Then Ray took you to his room to take the elixir, and that’s when V came in like NO YOU DONT and it makes Ray break a bit.

But he breaks more when he figures out what’s happening. He’s heartbroken.

At one point he takes you out to the garden and tells you that he actually likes you a lot, and he holds you very close to his heart. And you reply that you too, but not in a romantic way, subtly rejecting his advances. Before you could explain to Ray, he runs away.

He’s never felt so much anger in his entire life.

Seriously he’s mad.

I mean, you’re the first person he has ever felt he actually loved...but you still chose that idiot over him!

He knows how much you like talking to him, he sees the little smile you make when you text him or call him, talking about spaceships and the stars, and who knows what else.

And at this makes him weak. Rika takes that chance to let Saeran out. He’s vulnerable and broken, and it’s the perfect chance.

Meanwhile V is trying to figure out how to get you out of there and Rika takes the chance that Saeran is making you weak to try and convince you to join Mint Eye.

She tells him to completely block your access, and, even if Saeran doesn’t want to, she forces him to bring you to her room.

There, she gives you a bit of food, and talks about her devil, but you keep defending V and the RFA. She tells you how she wants to make weak people happy, and how to get everyone in the RFA into Mint Eye.

You refuse, but Rika keeps trying to lure you in. At one point the two of you walk to the garden.

While you’re talking, you successfully do get some information out of her. Shes telling you a story about two boys, twins. They were from a broken family. Their dad wasn’t interested in them, wanted to ge them killed even, and their mom was an abusive alcoholic. One of them was strong, and the other one was a bit weaker. So once , when the strong one left, she took the weaker one, and made him the strongest.

You were...confused to say the least. And you were worried.

“So what happened to the two boys?” You asked.

But before Rika could answer a shadowy figure with mint colored hair made its way to you.

It was V.

Both Rika and V bickered for a while, but before you could pay attention to them you saw your phone blink. You quickly picked it up.

Seven.

“Hey, Y/N,.......stay right there. I managed....now I can track you......pleas....safe....”

“Seven?!” But before you could say anymore, the call ended. You looked up to see V being taken away by two men in cloaks.

“Wait! What do you even think you’re doing?!” You asked, but Rika glared at you and tightly grabbed your hand, leading you once again to her room.

You were extremely worried. And Rika hated it. She hated how you didn’t understand, how you couldn’t see her point of view. She was mad, but she was trying to keep her cool.

Until you stood up, and confidently asked her to take you to V.

She was outraged. How could you still believe in him, defend him, when this was all his fault?! Why can’t you see she’s in the right?!

When you got into the cell, you saw Saeran...or was it Ray?

He was...he was acting strangely. When he saw you he shoved you into the cage, and locked it, but his face was one of guilt.

“I....Y/N....I....I....” he panted, and he looked around the room anxiously.

He was having a panic attack.

“Hey, hey, Ray listen-”

“Don’t call me that!!! That weakling he’s...he’s dead!!!” But then he stopped and his eyes widened. “N-no...I...Y/N...how could I do this....? I....” before he could say anything he ran away.

Fuck.

When you turned around, you saw V was laying, a bit unconscious on the ground. You quickly ran over to him, and tried your best to take care of him. He was sweating like crazy, and his words were slurred, so you couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.

After a few hours, you had fallen asleep, with V laying on your knees. You were finally getting some rest when....

“Y/N!!” Someone whispered (more like yelled.)

And you looked up.

Messy red hair....stripped glasses....that voice....

“S-Seven?!”

He nodded and looked over at V. He felt a pang in his chest as he saw how close you were, I mean he was laying on your lap. But he ignored it. He had to get the two of you out of there first.

Both of you helped getting V to stand up. Seven held V up, and told you to follow him.

But then you felt someone grab your hand, holding you tight and you yelped. Seven immediately turned, and put his hands in this pockets, ready to probably take out a weapon of some sort.

You struggled as you looked at the person who was holding you.

Ray.

“Y/N. Where are you going? Why are you with that...that traitor? You promised me you would never leave me, you said that you would never leave me!!”

“Saeran...Ray, please listen to me. This is not safe, Rika is using you, please come with us, you can finally get rest, you can be free and!” But Saeran held you tighter.

Seven almost dropped V. He looked at Saeran up and down, his face filled with shock.

“Sae....ran...? Did they call you Saeran...?”

“My my. This isn’t how I intended your reunion to go. Now look what you’ve done V. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” A sinister voice said behind Saeran.

Seven became even more pale. “Ri....ka...? But...V said....you’re supposed to....”

“I see you’ve fallen for all his lies Saeyoung. Well, this just makes things easy for me. V lied about everything, about me, about Saeran. Do you know see him for what he is?? A liar. He didn’t want me, to be happy, to help others become happy, his love shone so bright, that it burned me. He didn’t want to love me, all of me! V is a traitor, and now I’ve come to take you out of that hell and bring you to paradise...!”

Saeyoung (?) looked at V. And then at Rika. And then at V once again. He...he didn’t know what to believe anymore...what the fuck was going on??

Then, V stirred and slowly looked up towards Rika.

“Rika....I’m really sorry. About all this, about everything. This was not how I wanted things to end...but you have to let it go...please. The love I gave you...it...it wasn’t real. We have to be honest Rika. We found comfort in each other, we used each other to try and fill the empty void we have. But it wasn’t the right thing...instead of healing, it destroyed us even more...”

“What are you saying V? Our love was real. You just didn’t give me enough, you didn’t love all of me.”

V sadly shook his head. “No Rika...I’m sorry. I...it wasn’t real. I didn’t love you. I was just looking for comfort, for someone to-”

“LIAR! LIAR LIAR! OUR LOVE WAS REAL V! IT WAS, I FELT IT!!! How could you...how could you even say that...it was real...it was all real it was real...” Tears started streaming down her face. Saeran quickly turned around and held you even tighter.

“HEY! The intruders are here! Come get them immediately!” He screamed. A few believes started coming down the stairs, and Saeran laughed maniacally, telling you that you were all finally going to get what you deserved.

Saeyoung finally snapped back to his senses. He was confused, of course, but right now you were in danger. “Saeran...please let them go...”

Saeran laughed. “Yeah right. No way I’m letting them get away with you. I finally have something  you really want...and I’ll make sure to make it impossible for you to get it back...”

Fuck fuck fuuuuck.

You sighed and looked at Saeran.

“The fuck you looking at? You want to plead for your life maybe? Hahaha that’s hilarious. After all this I’ll make you my toy. You’ll never be able to get out of your room, and I’ll slowly watch as you break down, and that the only thing you feel is pain.”

“No Saeran...I’m...I’m sorry for this...”

Before Saeran could even ask you what the fuck you were doing, you bit him.

Hard.

Seven and V watched you in surprise, but they snapped out of it once they heard you yell RUN and when they saw the believers following after you.

Seven carried V, and every five seconds he would look behind him to check you were fine. Saeran and the believers were behind you, and they kept coming closer and closer. You managed to finally get out of the building, and Seven screamed at you to get in the car, but before you could do so, Saeran appeared in front of you, blocking your path once again and laughing maniacally.

Of course that was before you heard a zap and he dropped to the ground.

A man with longish brown hair appeared behind him, an annoyed look on his face and he motioned for you to follow him.

You all got into the car and quickly drove away from the place. Seven was driving, while you were in the backseat with V and the mysterious man was in the front seat. He was grumbling a lot, and he kept cursing at Seven for making them come out all this way, that he had no business in this whole affair and that Seven just had to drag his fucking ass over here. He also promised to overwork him like hell when they came home.

After a few hours, you made it to this cabin hidden in the woods. All of you made your way out and helped place V on the bed.

It was about 2am. You were tired and hungry.

Thankfully both Seven and Vanderwood (that’s what he was called) gave you a few snacks. They stayed in the living room space while you sat besides V’s bed, trying to nurse him, and you also texted the RFA, trying to explain everything that was going on.

At one point you may have fallen asleep. But when you woke up it was almost 4am. You went out to the living room where you only found Vanderwood on the couch, smoking.

“Umm...Mr. Vanderwood?”

He sighed and looked up from his computer.

“What?” He asked.

“Uhm...I just wanted to know where Seven was? Is he in the kitchen?”

He shook his head. “He went outside for a bit, that little brat. I’m not complaining though, since I finally get to have a smoke.”

You nodded and went outside.

It was chilly. The sky was cloudy.

You walked straight ahead, and after a few minutes, when you were about to give up,you found him.

He was sitting on the ground, in front of a beautiful pond. He was currently throwing rocks, trying to make them skip, but he failed. So many times.

You sat next to him, but he didn’t even look at you.

Honestly neither of you had talked much. It was sort of awkward, after all, before you literally got locked in a cell and everything, he had ignored you the whole time.

“Uhm...Seven...”

No answer. But you still wanted to figure out what had happened back there. Why was he so shcoked when he found Saeran, and why did Saeran hate him so much?

“I...wanted to ask something. How do you...know Ray..uhm, well...Saeran? Was he close to you? And why does he...why does he want to hurt you...? And...why did Rika call you Saeyoung?”

Seven sighed, and you looked at him.

Actually....looking at him from this angle....

You slowly reached out your hand, startling Sven, but you slowly took off his glasses. He looked at you.

And then you realized....

“The...The twins from that story....it was you guys...his name is Saeran, and yours is Saeyoung...”

Saeyoung glared at you.

“Hmph. Seriously. I’m the one who should be asking the questions here...!! But...it’s not all your fault...it’s V’s...you just got dragged into this whole mess for no reason. Ugh, how dumb to you have to be for this to happen?”

Saeyoung said, angrily as he grabbed his glasses and put them back on. You were taken aback.

“E-excuse me? Saeyoung what do you.-”

“Don’t call me that! Seriously you come waltzing around, let someone take you to a place you don’t know, then you play along with what they tell you! Do you have a death wish?! And now you’re coming here and trying to get into my stuff! Don’t do that. Go away and mind your own business, you have nothing to do with this.” He stood up and cleaned imaginary dust from himself. You stood up too.

“Well, I want to help. I may not have been a part of this at the beginning, but I am now, and I want to do everything I can and help you all. Especially you and your brother, what Rika did was awful! And Saeran, he’s being exploited, he can’t be there anymore he will end up breaking sooner or later!!”

“Jesus fucking christ! Just shut up! Why don’t you just call someone, a friend or maybe your family or something, and leave. I’m serious, you can’t be here anymore. Now go back and take care of V. Maybe once this is all over you can go and ask him out.” He grumbled.

“Wha...ask V out? I-Seven I don’t like him! Besides weren’t you just telling me to leave a few seconds ago? I don’t get what you’re even trying to say!”

“Yeah right. I mean this whole time you’ve been flirting with him, and you’ve spent the whole time by his side!”

“Yes, because I want to help Saeyoung. Seriously what’s up with you, I’ve never seen you like this before!! If it’s about Saeran we can get him back, but please let me help!”

“Why are you still insisting on that!!! Stop being so freaking stubborn and leave!”

“NO!” You screamed. You wanted to cry. You wanted to...yell.

Maybe even punch him. Or at least throw some pie in his face.

“You have nothing to do with this!!! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SAEYOUNG! And I-I want to protect everyone, I want to protect you, the RFA,your brother! PLEASE, let me...let me help you all....”

Saeyoung looked at you, with his mouth open. You sniffed and tried to wipe the tears off your face.

Silence

Saeyoung slowly walked towards you, stopping mere inches away from your face.

“You...you love me...?” He asked.

You nodded and gently pushed him. “Which is why it hurts to see you say all those things you dumbass. I want to be there for you. For all of you.”

“Heh, the dumbass here is you. I...you know I’m dangerous right? I mean, do you even get the work I do? You could end up hurt...” he looked at the ground.

“I don’t care Saeyoung. As long as I get to be with you....I really love you, you know....and once all of this is over, and we get Saeran...I want to spend the rest of my time with you....”

Saeyoung looked at you and gently moved a strand of your hair away from your face. He smiled.

“Seriously...do you even know what you’re saying? You’re going to have to put up with a lot, you know.”

You smiled back. “I know. And I don’t care about how hard it gets, I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Saeyoung laughed. “That’s what she said.”

Before you could scream at him for that horrible joke he just said, Saeyoung grabbed you and kissed you; holding you tight. The kiss was messy, desperate, the two of you wanting more of each other.

But you pulled away when you heard your phone ring.

V was awake!

Saeyoung smirked and whispered you were going to continue later, and he grabbed your hand and quickly brought you to the cabin.

-

-

- So the whole thing became a bit of a blur.

V woke up, and he explained everything to you.

Saeyoung was mad. Really mad. You had to try and calm him down.

That night, when V went away for a walk and Vanderwood was in the other room, resting, Saeyoung explained to you more in depth about his situation. He told you about his father, a well known politician, and about his mom, how she would just drink and drink, and use him and his brother as blackmail.

He told you about his relationship with V and Rika. You immediately understood why he was angry at V. I mean, the man took his brother and then kind of helped his fiancée make him an angry ball of hate.

That wasn’t good.

You also explained about mint eye. Saeyoung was honestly heartbroken.

Your conversation was cut short though, as Vanderwood, who had at one point left to take a smoke, came back with a wounded V.

He had been stabbed.

All of you rushed to the hospital. On the way there, you got a phone call from Saeran, who was crying.

And he said....he said goodbye.

“Wait, Saeran, please wait!!!” But the call ended.

Saeyoung looked at you with a worried expression, and as soon as you dropped V off at the hospital, (where Jumin was waiting btw) Saeyoung got on the car. You got on after him, and he told you to leave, that it was fine. But you shook your head. You were going to do this together.

Saeyoung drove so fucking fast. He was nervous. You were too.

Then, as you came close to Mint Eye...you heard a loud bang, and you saw an explosion going off a few miles in front of you.

Saeyoung and you were speechless. You made your way to where Mint Eye was supposed to be, but you only found dust and debris.

You spent the whole night looking.

But you couldn’t find anything.

-

-

-

Thankfully, a few years later V had recovered. He was traveling around the world. Rika was caught and she got sent to a mental institution.

You never found Saeran’s body.

It was tough.

The first few weeks he didn’t talk at all. I mean, the encounter that he had with his brother after about 8 years was one where Saeran just hated him.

It hurt. Knowing that Saeyoung wasn’t able to explain everything, to beg for forgiveness.

Saeyoung was absolutely devastated. Thankfully, you were always there for him.

You stood beside him on all his sleepless nights, and whenever he had a panic attack you were there to comfort him.

Even if it hurt, Saeyoung was slowly recovering. A few months ago he managed to get out of the house. And he formally asked you out.

You were finally settling down. Some days would be hard, others not so much. But you always stood by his side.

At about your third RFA party, V suddenly appeared!

Everyone was happy and pretty shocked too!

Saeyoung didn’t want to say hi, so he sulked on the side.

But then, behind V came out a figure...a figure that you recognized.

“SAERAN!” You screamed and you ran over to him, giving him a big hug. Saeran was startled at first, but he slowly wrapped his arms around you and rubbed circles on your back while you sobbed.

Saeyoung he...he dropped his glass filled with PhD Pepper.

When you let go of Saeran, his twin quickly walked over to him, speechless.

“Saeyoung...”

Before Saeran could say anything though, his twin quickly held him tight. The two of them were sobbing, and Saeran hugged his brother back too.

It was beautiful.

After that, Saeran started living with the both of you. He apologized to you many times, but you told him that it was fine, that you should focus now on the present.

Saeran had such a soft spot for you, sometimes he’d get a bit cranky with Saryoung though, but it was funny lol.

He made a garden, and every day the three of you watched movies while eating ice cream, sometimes Vanderwood even joining you!

Thankfully Saeyoung had managed to get them out of the whole agency thing, so they were just chilling.

AsforV, thankfully he got the help he needed, along with all of the RFA members (though they would sometimes come to you.)

In the end, all of you ended up living happily...ever....after

I’m sorry pft

The end!

[yourcoffindoor]

Bulletproof Heart Pt.2

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: Request from Anon- “ could you write one where the reader is a rock singer and they and mcr are on warped tour together, and they both lowkey like each other but think they’re both out of each other’s league, and find out that they’re both secretly into nerdy stuff + maybe getting together?

TW: Mentions of an abusive relationship.

AN: The plot thickens. Sorry for the delay in uploading <3

Enjoyyyy <3

That night after everyone had stumbled back to the bus in a tipsy stupor, you couldn't shake the thought of your encounter with Gerard from your brain. And what's more, you hated yourself for it. For awhile you tossed and turned, hoping the unwelcome feelings you had would fade to nothing so that you could fall asleep at last.

But your curiosity got the better of you, and there was only would person who could give you the answers you were looking for.

"Hey Gavin, are you still conscious?" you whispered from your bunk. You heard the rustle of sheets moving in response.

"Hmmm?" a low and sleepy sound of acknowledgement answered.

"I'm just wondering...what do you know about Gerard Way?"

As soon as the words left your lips, Gavin's curtains swung open with superhuman force.

"Y/N are you in love with Gerard Way?!" Gavin's voice was no longer tired, having morphed into a sharp and excited whisper. In addition to being the band's social butterfly, he always knew the gossip about everyone within a 20 mile radius.

"Christ, really Gavin? We only spoke for like fifteen minutes."

"So it was like a love at first sight situation?"

"You are so annoying, I swear to god."

"Do you want info or not?" he threatened.

You sighed. "Fine, yes I do."

Gavin cleared his throat as if preparing for a presentation. "OK, so everyone has something good to say about him, seems like a really genuine guy. I've heard he was in a long term relationship for ages, but its been broken off for awhile now. "

"Hmm," you murmured, trying to sound indifferent, "yeah he seems like a sweet guy."

"Yeah and every girl with a pulse seems to be after him. You got some competition out there." he teased. "But seriously, if you're interested you should go for it. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. It's been three years since...you know who."

Gavin didn't say his name, but he had said enough to bring on a wave of sad memories. "Thanks. I'm uh, feeling pretty tired, so... I'm just gonna get some sleep."

"G'night." Gavin said softly, as if aware he had brought out long buried and very unwelcome feelings.

You rolled over in your bunk, pulling your blankets up over your head, unwilling to dwell on the memories that had been drudged up by only a few words. Three years ago. That's when you finally had the strength to break it off with Alex.

You were a different person when you met him. It was your first relationship, and you were naive and forgiving, unable to see the dozens of red flags that should have made you run away from it all.

You had answered an ad that he had posted asking for potential band members for a punk band he was forming. It had been your dream to pursue music, and you responded right away, hoping you'd hit it off. You weren't expecting Alex to be so damn attractive, and when your audition was successful, it was only a matter of time before a relationship began to develop between you.

He was older than you, more experienced, and eager to take you under his wing where he could have the most control. You mistook his over-protectiveness as a sign of love, and he slowly cut you off from people outside of the band, leaving you isolated and dependent on him.

Eventually he would get angry if he saw you speak to any other man. He took your phone regularly so that he could look through it, questioning you about anything he didn't like. The fights you had were loud and ugly, your voices rising and crashing like cantankerous bursts of thunder. Eventually, they became violent.

You were stuck in a cycle of affection and fear, held there as if caught in a tide that would never bring you back to shores of sanity. But you did eventually find the strength to get out when your friend reached out to you, offering you a place to stay. You packed your bags that night and didn't look back.

Your band was not just a career for you, it was a symbol of healing, proof that you were able to overcome it all and strike out on your own. You rolled over in your bunk, and pushed the unwanted memories aside, reminding yourself of the promise you had made to be the best damn band on Warped tour. Nothing was going to change that now.

x x x 

Your first performance went by in a haze of adrenaline and sweat. The crowd was young and eager to see what you had to offer, and you were all to happy to give them something they'd remember for a long long time.

There were several people in the crowd who were fans already, proudly wearing your band's shirts and mouthing along to all of the lyrics. Others were slowly converted, headbanging enthusiastically by the end of your set. When the band's final song was met with deafening hoots and cheers, you'd felt like you'd accomplished your mission.

"We fucking killed it!" Gavin declared as he slumped in the nearest chair, exhausted.

"The crowd was good, huh?" you beamed as you wiped the sweat from your face, still breathless from your onstage antics. "Let's hope they're all like this."

"Can't get any worse than our first show ever, remember?" Liz laughed as she recalled the groups early days. "Never had so much beer pelted at me in my life."

People milled about as you and your band mates caught your breath. A few musicians from other bands popped in to say hi and let you know that they enjoyed your performance.

"Hey you actually made it!" Gavin jumped up from his chair as he noticed a new face entering the backstage area. "Guys did you meet Frank last night? From My Chemical Romance?" A man with wide hazel eyes gave a quick wave from the the entryway.

"This guy was goin on and on about how you guys were the best new band on warped tour. Had to see if he was just full of shit."

"He always starts bragging when he's drunk." you rolled your eyes.

"Well, I'm glad he did. You guys put on a pretty kick-ass show. Plus Gerard really wanted to check it out."

Your heartbeat, which had only just settled from jumping around on stage, began to speed up again.

"Gerard?"you asked softly, caught off guard by the mention of his name.  You didn't see the familiar black haired boy near frank. You only saw Gavin attempting to give you a discreet wink, which you returned with a harsh glare.

"Yeah actually we were all there. Mikey and Ray had to run to another show. Don't know where Gee disappeared to though," Frank craned his head, looking around at the hustle and bustle that was happening permanently everywhere on Warped tour. "Ah, there he is. Gerard!"

You saw Gerard, surrounded by a small circle of fans, each holding something they wanted him to sign. You felt a strange pang when you noticed they were all pretty girls, and Gavin's words from last night came back to haunt you. You got some competition out there. You struggled to identify just what emotion was suddenly eating away at you--were you really jealous? Or was it the realization that even if you decided to make a move, it was probably hopeless?

Gerard nodded at Frank. "Be there in a sec!" he shouted, continuing to sign autographs until he had gotten through everyone.

Frank spoke with your band mates, but you were too distracted by the knowledge that Gerard had watched you perform to be sociable. You were anxious as to what his opinion would be, but tried to push it out of your thoughts.

You watched nervously as Gerard spoke to Frank and Gavin, noticing that he would glance over at you every so often. When your eyes finally met he gave you a nod and a warm smile. You gave yourself an internal pep talk to try and stay calm. You can just be friends, you don't need to do anything except be friendly. For the love of god, act normal.

Eventually he made his way over to you,offering another soft and lopsided smile,but his time it almost seemed as if he was shy. "Great show. From one lead singer to another, your band has a fucking killer sound."

You thanked him, grinning like an idiot while cautionary alarm bells went off in your head.

"I might be a bit biased though, because of the shirt your wearing."

You looked down, having forgotten what you threw on that morning. It was one of your favorite shirts,  a short sleeved tee with the X-Men symbol emblazoned on the front. You'd had it for years, as evidenced by the smattering of small holes peeking through the bottom edge. Oh no, you thought, he likes comics too?

"You're a fan?" you asked coolly, a stark contrast to the giddy panic that was building up inside you.

"Yes! I actually wanted to make comics before My Chem was a thing." He spoke animatedly, his round hazel eyes widening even further. "But life had other plans. Not that I'm complaining."

That familiar heat rose in your cheeks. This conversation was dangerous, and you were trying desperately to fight the feeling that this man was something close to perfect.

The world around the two of you became an insignificant blur as you both discussed comics at length, and you hung on every word, taking turns revealing how you first discovered them and sharing your favorites. He even recommended a few titles that you had never heard of. His demeanor was passionate and lively, entirely different from the sullen boy you met the night before.

"I uh, I'm actually working on a comic at the moment," he began, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, suddenly bashful, "If you're interested you should stop by the bus sometime--"

Gerard's eyes focused on something just behind you, and you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder. You turned and felt your stomach drop to a sickening low. There, standing next to the drunk who was hitting on you last night, was your ex-boyfriend Alex.

"What are the odds!" he smiled at you, blank looking smug beside him. You found yourself at a loss for words.

"What...what are you doing here?"

He scoffed. "Ouch Y/N, is that anyway to say hello? I'm here for the same reason you are." He turned his attention to Gerard. "I'm Alex. Y/N and I used to have a band together back in the day. Well, a bit more than that actually." He smirked at you, instantly transforming any butterflies you had felt while talking to Gerard into pure revulsion.

This was your worst case scenario, and it was one you had never even considered to be possible. Seeing his face again made you freeze up, and you were at a loss for words. You looked up at Gerard through your eyelashes, wondering if the dark and overwhelming swirl of emotion inside you was showing on your face. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly as if he could sense that something wasn't quite right.

"Nice to meet you," he replied curtly before turning his attention back to you. I'll uh, let you catch up. I'll just be over there with Frank...if you need anything."

You merely nodded, too caught up in your feelings to respond properly. "I'll catch you later then."

Alex saw this opportunity as a chance to reach for an embrace, but you stepped back and out of reach.

"Just what the hell are you doing?"

"What are you implying? I'm just dropping in to say hello before Midnite Heist performs later. I'm their new drummer after all. I can't even do that?"

"No," you said, struggling to maintain a low voice, "You can't. I told you I never wanted to see you again. We may be on the same tour, but that doesn't mean you can approach me. Don't try it again."

He laughed, clearly embarrassed to be spoken too like that in front of his band mate. "If you're trying to get with that Way guy, don't bother. You're punching way above your weight with that one."

You took a moment to steel yourself, and decided to walk away rather than let thing turn into a scene. Before you turned to leave, you offered one final warning.

"I haven't forgotten what you did to me. Speak to me again and you'll regret it."

You walked off, hearing mocking 'Ooooh's from Alex and Brent as you left. You saw heads turning in your direction as you stormed away towards the bus, including Gerard's, but you couldn't be bothered by that now- not when you were struggling to keep it together.

Fuck Fuck Fuck your internal monologue looped on a bitter repeat. This was going to be the longest tour of your life.

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

Boston Boys [Part Eight]

Summary:  Sebastian ends up in Aurelie’s trauma bay; Chris is MIA. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1675 Chapter Warnings: Gun violence, gunshot wound, implied smut.   Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo​​. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

Boston Boys Masterlist

“Dr. Juneau, you’ve been requested in Trauma One.”

Aurelie frowned. She hadn’t been requested by a single patient since the night John had come in to have his cut stitched up. Locking the computer she had been working on, Aurelie left her white coat behind and made way for the trauma bay.

“Adult male, approximately thirty-five. Dropped in the ambulance bay where an incoming rig found him.”

Aurelie took in as much of the information as she could while the nurses and techs hooked the man up to machines and started an IV. When the brief was over, she took a good look at her patient. Covered in blood and shaking, his face was pale and his breathing was labored.

Seb. No wonder he had asked for her. His eyes met hers. They were full of panic. She spotted movement from the arm where the nurse was attempting to start an IV. Seb’s hand was reaching out for Aurelie. She shook her head briefly.

“All right, I want a second IV, I want x-ray, CT. Figure out where this blood is coming from, what kind of injuries we’re looking at. Have a crash cart ready -- not just on standby, but ready. Now, move!”

The already chaotic movement of the team became more energized. Aurelie found the trauma scissors in her pocket and cut off his shirt while a tech cut off his pants.

“Doctor,” one nurse began, catching Aurelie’s attention, “I’ve got two GSW’s, one through-and-through in the left shoulder -- in the back, out the front -- and one still sitting near the diaphragm.”

Aurelie nodded. “All right, cancel CT, I want a mobile in the OR. Switch to oxygen on the gurney, start sedation meds, we’re rolling out now before that bullet moves. This needs to happen fast. Alert surgery.”

She let the team take Seb to the elevator; she jogged behind, texting Chris as she followed.

Seb’s in my trauma room. Wtf happened?! Heading to surgery now. Will keep you updated.

Aurelie was scrubbing out of the operating room when the familiar sounds of a scuffle called her attention to the hallway. If it was loud enough that she could hear and make out the sounds, it was serious. She finished her task and went out to see what was going on.

“Let me see him, you have to let me see him!”

Security was battling the determined mission of a redheaded woman, begging, pleading, demanding she let them see someone. Aurelie knew right away who she wanted to see.

“All right, all right, c’mon. She’s upset, can’t you see that?” Aurelie said sternly, getting between Scarlett and the guards. “Stand down, for fuck’s sake.”

Scarlett allowed Aurelie to help her to a nearby bench, but the guards didn’t go far. Aurelie motioned for them to stay calm, then sat down next to Scarlett.

“We got the stray bullet out. It was close to his diaphragm, so he’s on a ventilator right now so that we can control his breathing and allow the area to heal.”

“But he’s going to be okay?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot from crying, and there was blood all over the front of her. “Aurie, you gotta tell me he’s gonna be okay.”

She hated when people called her Aurie, but this wasn’t the time to point that out. She looked sideways at the guards; one was genuinely not paying attention and the other was purposefully avoiding the personal note in the conversation.

“Barring any complications, he’ll be fine. He’s going to SICU right now, but you’ve got to let them get him settled and resting before you see him, all right? If you promise not to make a scene again, I’ll make sure you get ten minutes with him before you leave.” She held up a hand as Scarlett leaned in to hug her. “But you cannot -- cannot -- let on that you know me. To protect what I do here, I can’t be connected. To anyone.”

“I understand.”

Aurelie stood then, pulling the scrub cap from her head and shoving it in her pocket. No doubt Chris would be here soon -- they needed to talk. Stitching up random criminal lowlifes was one thing. Saving the life of someone she considered another brother was too close to home.

The pounding on Elsa’s apartment door spooked her from a deep sleep. She breathed heavy and fast as she sat up in bed, trying to decipher if the knocking was actually at her door. When the pounding started again and it was at her door, fear gripped her tighter. She just knew the bank robbers were on the other side of the door, ready to finish her off.

“Elsa, open up! It’s me, it’s Chris!”

Breathing a sigh of relief, she scrambled out of bed and went to the front door. She undid the deadbolt and the chain lock before twisting the lock on the knob. She let Chris in and immediately locked the door behind him.

“It’s three in the morning! What the hell is wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me!”

Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him and kissing her roughly. Elsa reacted in kind, going along with it when Chris tugged at her legs, lifting her up off the ground and wrapping her legs around his hips. He pushed them against the nearest open wall, knocking a few picture frames from a shelf in the process. Elsa bucked her hips against him, and that’s when Chris knew he needed to slow things and explain himself.

“I wanted to see you the other day, when you called. I’ve got a lot going on I can’t tell you about right now --”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and finish what you started.”

Chris grinned and pressed his lips to hers again. Elsa climbed down and pulled him toward her bedroom. She tossed off her nightgown and scooted back on the mattress while Chris tossed his shirt aside and pulled his belt from the loops holding it in place.

A few hours later, they were in the kitchen. Chris was making pancakes in his jeans, and Elsa was sitting on the counter watching in his t-shirt. She was laughing at a joke he made, thinking about how easy it was, being with Chris. There was no pressure to be anyone other than who she wanted to be, who she really was.

“I’m glad you came by,” she said, leaning over the griddle to kiss him.

Chris flipped the last pancake onto a stack with the others and turned off the heat on the stove. “I’m glad you let me in. What I was saying earlier, you know, I got a lot going on. Sometimes, there’s gonna be things I can’t tell you. But, I promise you, there’s no other girls, nothing that’s gonna hurt you. I want to tell you more, but I’ve at least got to tell you that because if I don’t -- if I don’t -- Elsa, I can be myself with you. I need that in my life, more than I can explain. You ground me, you keep me real. I know it hasn’t been that long, but you -- you’re a game-changer. I want to do better because of you.”

For a speech like that, Elsa could forget about the pancakes. She slid off the counter and put her hands on his bare hips. “I was thinking the same about you just now. About how I can be myself with you. It’s … it’s easy, being around you.”

Chris smiled. “Easy, yeah. That’s exactly it.”

Elsa went up on tiptoe to kiss him, effectively erasing the pancakes from his mind as well.

Before Aurelie closed out her shift the next morning, she went up to the surgical care unit to check on Seb. He was still on the ventilator, but holding steady. Scarlett was there too, curled up in a chair with a blanket. Aurelie was as quiet as she could be, but Scarlett was a light sleeper.

“Hey,” she greeted, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Thanks for whatever you said to the nurses. They let me stay all night.”

Aurelie nodded. “How long have you two been …?”

“Together. We’re together. It’s new. I was hung up on Chris for a long time, you know, but Seb never gave up. Guess I finally gave him a chance to show me what he was about and I was all for it.”

“That’s good. He’s been after you since before you and Chris, you know.”

“Really?” Scarlett’s eyes watered over.

“Yeah. Trust me. Sisters know shit.”

Scarlett nodded. “We were at a bar, some guy got mouthy. We made to leave and the guy followed us out, tried to grab me. I can hold my own, but --”

“But Seb wanted to protect you,” Aurelie finished.

“He did. I thought -- I thought he was going to die right there in my arms, you know? All the close calls we’ve had, all the referrals. Some dumbass in a bar was gonna be the one to take him out.”

Aurelie looked down at the gurney, and blue eyes looked back up at her. She motioned for Scarlett to come over. “I think he’s gonna be just fine. You’ve got a lot of years of this asshole ahead of you.”

Scarlett was out of the chair in an instant. She slipped her hand into Seb’s, and his eyes moved from Aurelie’s to hers. Aurelie promised both of them that things were going to be fine; she would send the floor doctor in immediately.

“Hey, real quick -- was Chris upset when he came by?”

Scarlett frowned. “I haven’t seen Chris since he left the shop yesterday.”

“Huh. Okay.”

So no one had heard from him since he went to see Robert the day before. Frowning, and with a million scenarios playing through her head, Aurelie alerted the charge nurse that Seb was awake, then hurriedly gathered her things to get out of there and start looking for her brother.

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[mikkomacko]

Sweet As Honey 5

Harry prides himself on his attention to detail. 24 hours after he'd met y/n he had noticed that she can't sleep with socks on. He knew it wasn't because she was hot, minutes before she had whined about it being cold, stealing clothes from Harry to sleep in and wearing them for a good fifteen minutes before tugging off the socks and settling in for sleep. Her toes were like popsicles when they brushed against Harry's calves but she never put the socks on.

Nearly five years later, he knows everything there is to know about her. She can't sleep with windows open, she doesn't like melted cheese, she can't use chopsticks but insists on using them anyway, even if it means stabbing at her California rolls. He's always been proud of how well he knows her.

For the first time in his life, he wishes he hadn't memorized her period calendar because the disappointed droop of her eyebrows and the pout on her lips is heartbreaking.

"You," She says pointedly. "are the world's best husband."

Harry gapes at her, confused by her reaction. He'd expected maybe some panic as she realizes that it should in fact be her time of the month or even a shrug with a, "Just late. It's ok." Instead she sits up, elbows digging into her thighs while she rubs at her eyes in frustration.

"S'that bad?" Harry questions, sitting up as well. He rubs his hand over the soft skin of her back, hoping it'll relax her. "How dare I?"

She whines, low in her throat like she's genuinely upset about this and it makes him panic a bit. What did he do? What could've possibly been said that he'd hurt her feelings?

"I wanted to surprise you." She mumbles dejectedly, lifting her head to look at him. He immediately reaches for her face, looking over her watery eyes and flushed cheeks. His heart hammers, blood rushing to his ears as it hits him and he's not so proud of his attention to detail anymore because how could he have not noticed? She only threw up in the middle of the night or after smelling tuna. She had been sleeping an awful lot. She'd been weepy about things that were honestly no big deal. He fights the smile that's tugging at his lips because he'd hate to get excited about this and it not be true.

"Baby," Harry croaks, a lump lodging itself in his throat. His heart pounds rapidly in his neck and his stomach is flipping.

"I had a really cute plan." She whimpers and it makes his chest ache in guilt. Damn him and his thoughtfulness.

"Are you-" His voice cracks. He takes a second to clear his throat and try and swallow down the lump of excitement but it keeps bouncing up.

"Nick was gonna help me and everything." She blubbers, tears streaming down her cheeks and Harry's quick to bring her to his chest, laying her legs over his thighs.

"Y/n please," Harry begs, desperate for her to confirm the thought that's swirling around in his head, so overwhelming he's a little dizzy.

"We're having another baby." She cries into his shoulder, hooking her arms around his shoulders. It's like the winds been knocked out of him, a shaky laugh leaving his tingling lips.

"Holy fuck!" Harry gasps, squeezing her tighter. He feels so over the moon that he can only think to hold her in hopes that his excitement goes into her. He thinks he could probably squeeze her to death.

"Are you happy?" She mururms quietly, nudging her nose deeper into his shoulder.

"M'so happy baby." He breathes, squeezing his eyes shut because they've started to burn with tears. "You're giving me another baby! Another little bug to love for the rest of my life. How could I not be happy?"

She laughs wetly, squeezing him back. "Just checking."

They stay sat together for a bit, Harry rocking her back and forth in his arms and basking in the news. He chuckles to himself, unable to believe that he managed to get y/n pregnant a second time without even trying.

"Do you think it was that time in the shower tha' did it?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"For future reference." Harry scoffs, offended that she'd even ask. "What it I'm trying to get you pregnant again and I need to know the best positions and stamina, huh? Or how h-"

"Please stop!" Y/n groans but she's giggling. Harry silences, still smiling and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

~

Y/n meets his gaze in the rearview mirror, lips threatening to turn up into a smirk at how nervous and fidgety he is.

"It's just a fifteen minute ride." She tells him, reaching into the front seat to squeeze his shoulder. Harry nods, releasing a puff of air and reaching for the gear shift. The car jolts into motion, Harry pulling out of the pick up zone and to the intersection. Y/n hears the blinker click on as she checks on their newborn, making sure he hasn't spit out his pacifier. He's sound asleep, his button nose furrowing and chubby fists clenching as he dreams.

"S'he ok?"

Y/n looks back at Harry, catching a glimpse of his eyes in the mirror before they return to the road in front of them.

"Yup. Still sleeping like a log, just like his daddy."

Her words raise a smile on Harry's lips, his shoulders visibly relaxing. The radio is playing quietly in the background, all lyrics unintelligible and while it'd usually bother her, she doesn't ask Harry to turn it up.

"Traffic's not too bad," Harry murmurs, brow furrowed in focus. "think I'll take the back roads instead of the highway."

Knowing he's incredible nervous, y/n just nods. She relaxes back into the seat, curling her legs under her. She looks down at Arlo, grinning softly at how much she loves him. She rests her left arm on the edge of his car seat, stroking his fist with her pointer finger. Still sleeping, he clutches to it, tiny fingers barely wrapping around her knuckle. Her head drops to the back of the seat, watching her baby snooze until her eyes get heavy and drop closed.

Harry tightens his grip on the wheel, sparing another glance in the mirror at y/n. She hasn't said anything in a bit and he wants to make sure she's ok. He sees her eyes shut, lips parted as she naps and it makes him grin. He focuses back on the road, determined to get his family home safely so they can rest comfortably.

By the time Harry pulls up to the house, his hands ache from holding the steering wheel so tightly and it's taken him an extra ten minutes due to how slowly he drove, but he's so relieved that he managed to get Arlo home without waking or harming him.

Harry parks close to the door, sighing in relief and shutting the car off. He climbs out and opens the back door, softly gripping y/n's elbow.

"Darling,"he rouses her. "we're home. Let's get you two inside."

Harry's heart flutters as he watches her gently pry Arlo's fist off her finger, groggily unbuckling her seat belt. She unclips the car seat, grabbing it by the sides and hauling it into her lap. Harry takes it from her, holding the handle on top in one hand and her hand in the other, helping her down.

"I'll get the rest, yeah?" He passes the car seat over to her, swiftly kissing her forehead. Y/n nods, giving him a grateful smile and taking the keys from him. Harry closes the door, walking around to the back and opening the hatch. He slings their duffle bag of clothes over his right shoulder and the baby bag over his left, carrying the box of gifts from their loved ones in his hands.

Y/n and Arlo aren't downstairs when he gets inside so he leaves everything in the living room, heading upstairs to find them. The door to their bedroom is open and a quick look inside shows him that they're not in there.

He finds them in the nursery, y/n sat in the big, plushy rocking chair in the corner with Arlo attached to her breast. He knees are weak as he walks to them, y/n looking up at him with a sleepy smile. Harry squishes into the chair next to her, glad they got one big enough for both of them to sit in. He wraps his arm around her, cupping Arlo's head with the other and brushing the pad of his thumb over his little cheekbone. Arlo lets out a little noise of content, stirring a bit before focusing on his feeding again.

"Look at him." Y/n whispers, resting her head on his shoulder. Harry squeezes her hip, cheeks hurting from smiling.

"S'our little bug."

"We get to keep him forever."

"Won't be enough."

Y/n giggles softly. "No?"

"No, m'gonna want more time with him."

"Good luck with that Harry." Arlo pulls his head back, mouth opening in the tiniest of yawns against y/n's chest. Harry's so in love he thinks he could burst.

"I've got too much love for forever with one bub. Think ya might need to give me a few more."

Y/n lifts her head, shaking it softly at him. She presses a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Let's get through our first night with this one and then we'll talk."

~

Hiding behind his sunglasses, Harry waits for Anne to climb into the car before shutting the door. He reaches for the passenger door as y/n comes around the front, keys in hand. Before he can pull the handle, she's jumping forward and grabbing his wrist. Harry looks at her questioningly, eyebrow quirking out from under the tinted Ray-Bans he's wearing.

"I'm glad you invited them. I think they're a little sick of the house."

Harry chuckles lowly. "Better than being sick of that shit hotel."

"I'm just-I'm proud of you Harry." Y/n mururms, choosing to ignore his comment and instead cups his jaw between her chilled hands. "I know this is all really awful but you're doing so amazingly. I don't think I'd be able to be as kind as you're being."

Harry shrugs, flattered at her compliment. "Ya take better care of 'em then I do."

"I'm just taking care of them for you. I can force myself to be kind if it means you get the healing you deserve Harry."

His heart swoops with love, meeting y/n in the middle for a quick but sweet peck. He pulls open the car door for her, using his other hand to pull her hand off his jaw and kiss the back of it.

"Let's go before ya get sick again." Harry half- jokes, taking notice of the chilly October air. The last thing he wants is his wife sick again because he kept her out in the cold too long.

The five members of the Styles family sit in silence, listening to radio and Arlo babble little noises from his car seat at Anne and Gemma. There's a tension in the air, not as painful as the one from the first time they were in a car together, but it's extremely noticable and seems to be coming from Harry.

He's stuck in his head, mulling over the fact that he needs to speak to his mother soon. He can't draw it out any longer. He needs to know her intentions and whether he's ready to have her back in his life. He wants to know if she's going to run away because he doesn't want his family and himself getting too attached.

Harry's exiting off the highway when Gemma breaks the silence.

"I was thinking of being Wednesday Addams. What do you think?"

Harry chuckles, recalling all the times he's seen her dressed as Wednesday Addams for Halloween. "Think you've probably already got tha' costume. Dressed up as her for about three years straight, at least."

Anne giggles from the backseat as Harry looks up at the mirror to give Gemma a teasing smile. She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Whatever. You were always better at choosing costumes than I was."

Harry smirks, knowing that's damn well true. When he was younger he usually always placed in the costume contest at school while Gemma wasn't even nominated. Kids got tired of the same ol' Wednesday Addams every year.

They pull up to Party City, Harry parking as close to the front entrance as he can get. Gemma, fed up with the teasing from her brother, rushes Anne out of the car so she can get out, stalking to the building without so much as a look back. Harry laughs, pulling open the door and unlocking Arlo's car seat. At the sight of his dad, Arlo's lips part into a smile and he excitedly kicks his sock covered feet up.

"What's got you so excited bug?" Harry coos, chuckling when Arlo giggles at him. Harry slips the handle under his arm, shutting the door as y/n and Anne come around the car, baby bag on y/n's shoulder.

"Shall we go, honey?" Harry asks, grinning and holding his hand out for y/n to grab. She rolls her eyes at his words but takes his hand anyway.

"What happened to darling?"

Harry shrugs. "I'll call ya darling after Halloween. Until then you're honey and this little one," he nods towards the car seat in his hand. "is bug."

They enter the store, Harry releasing his wife's hand to get a basket. He settles the car seat on the top portion, making sure it's stable before taking the baby bag from y/n and setting it in the basket.

"You've always called him bug." Y/n pouts, slinking under Harry's arm to stand between him and the basket. She tickles Arlo's little belly, getting the heartiest laugh out of him.

"I change it up a bit," Harry defends, pushing the basket towards the costume area in the back. He has to waddle so he doesn't step on or crush y/n but he doesn't mind. He likes having her pressed against his front. "but from now until Halloween, he's only bug."

Giggling at Harry's stubbornness, y/n doesn't argue. They find Gemma in the back, looking over superhero costumes. Anne walks over to here, pointing out a Scarlett Witch costume. Harry grins at Gemma's look of disgust.

"I'll start on this end, you start on that one?" Harry asks, leaning over y/n's shoulder to gaze at his son. Arlo's eyes flicker up to his, green twinkling at the sight of Harry and he swears he'll never get tired of how happy Arlo always is to see him.

"Alright bug, say bye to daddy."

Arlo's eyebrows scrunch at y/n's words, squeezing Harry's heart in the process. He lifts his hand, wiggling his fingers with a smile. "Bye bye bug."

Harry releases the basket, letting y/n push it away. Arlo's squeals something that resembles the word bye and it makes Harry's smile grow. He walks to the opposite end of aisle, starting to go through the pictures of costumes on the wall when he spots a werewolf mask. Grinning mischievously, Harry peaks down the aisle to find y/n busy with looking for their costumes. Before she loses her distraction, Harry grabs the mask and quietly disappears down another aisle.

He comes back around the one adjacent to where y/n is talking quietly to Arlo. Harry slips his sunglasses off and hooks them on his shirt. Y/n is too focused to notice Harry tip-toeing up to her, pulling the mask over his face. He comes up behind her, roughly grabbing her shoulders and leaning over her shoulder so she can see the bloody wolf face, growling as best as he can.

It seems to be a good growl because she jumps, immediately turning his grasp and shoving the heel of her palm into Harry's chest. It's enough to knock the wind out of him, Harry immediately pulling off the mask and trying to catch his breath while he laughs.

"Oh my God, you dumbass!" Y/n scolds, reaching forward to make sure he's ok. Harry rubs the spot on his chest, still chuckling when the most terrified little screech echos down the aisle. Y/n immediately whips around, lifting Arlo out of the car seat as he wails. The cracks of his cry are utterly heartbreaking and Harry throws the mask to the aisle next to them, reaching for Arlo.

"Oh no, bug." Harry whines, guilt sinking into his stomach. He didn't even think of how he'd probably scare Arlo as well. Y/n rocks him back and forth, soothingly rubbing his back.

"Way to go Harry." Gemma calls from down the aisle. Harry keeps his guilt riddled eyes on his sobbing child but flips Gemma off behind y/n's back.

"It's ok love," y/n murmurs, lips close to Arlo's ear. "It was just daddy." She angles Arlo so he can look at Harry. Harry frowns, taking in Arlo's red cheeks and tears. He takes him from y/n, holding him as tight as he can without hurting him.

"M'sorry bug." Harry whimpers, wiping Arlo's cheeks gently. Y/n had managed to quiet him a bit, leaving Arlo in whimpers and hiccups. "Daddy's so sorry, just wanted to scare mumma, not you."

Y/n scoffs in offense, lightly punching his arm. Harry continues to bounce Arlo in his arms, grinning up at his wife. "Hell of a hit ya gave me earlier." His chest throbs as if proving his words.

"Learned from the best."

Harry chuckles proudly. "Maybe I should put ya in the ring with me again. Liked seeing ya get all fiesty."

Y/n laughs as if his request is absurd. He pouts at her reaction because it definitely wouldn't be the first time he strapped gloves to her hands and taught her to defend herself.

"Wha's that face for?"

"Nothing." She smirks. "Stay here, I'm going to get a worker to help us so we can get out of here before you traumatize our son."

His pout grows, looking back down at a still hiccuping Arlo. Harry wipes over his cheeks again, pressing a small kiss to Arlo's forehead. "Mumma's the best huh?" He whispers, lips quirking up when Arlo's big eyes lock on his. "Yeah, she's even giving us another bug. Don't worry though, you'll always be daddy's number one bug."

Arlo smiles as if he completely understands what Harry's saying. Harry hopes he does.

~

"Ya don't think she'll cause a fight or anything, right?"

Y/n gnaws on her bottom lip, folding extra onsies to pack in Arlo's overnight bag. She shrugs and it makes Harry falter in panic.

"Ya think she will?"

"I don't know!" Y/n sighs, throwing a blue onsie down and pressing her palm against her forehead. "She was pretty upset when she found out they were staying here and I really don't think she'll be able to keep her mouth shut. She's so protective of you."

Her words make his heart flutter despite his nervous suspicion that Marie might start a fight with Anne and Gemma. Harry had planned on dropping Arlo off at Marie and Steve's earlier today but he'd gotten a call that they weren't home and would just pick Arlo up on their way home. He'd usually be glad that he didn't have to drive further out of the city but today he just wants a little peace before he sits down with Anne to talk. It seems Marie might ruin the peace for him.

His phone chimes in his hand and he lifts it to read the notification that their front gate has been opened by code. Knowing it's Marie and Steve, Harry tucks his phone in his pocket and lifts Arlo out of his crib. Careful to not wake him, Harry gets him buckled into the car seat and slips an extra pair of socks on his feet. A glance out the window tells him it might storm later so he throws a blanket over Arlo too.

"You've got bottles packed darling?" Harry asks, picking up the car seat. Y/n is standing in the doorway, diaper bag and overnight bag on her shoulders. She nods at him, patting the bag as proof.

"Let's go greet the beast then."

Y/n chuckles at his words. They're halfway down the stairs when the front door opens, both their eyes widening in panic because Anne and Gemma are in the living room.

"We're here for our little Arllie!"

Y/n and Harry hurry down the stairs but by the time they reach the living room, Anne and Gemma are standing near the coaches, heads hung while Marie and Steve just stare at them. Harry gulps nervously, waiting for a tumble weed to blow between them while they draw their weapons.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad." Y/n greets, smiling nervously. She glances between the two families, clearing her throat. "This is Harry's mom Anne and sister Gemma."

Both women look up at the sound of their names. Gemma waves shyly.

"These my parents Steve and Marie."

Marie pushes past y/n and Harry, storming towards Anne. Harry's chest siezes, his grip on the car seat tightening. Marie stops in front of Anne, placing her hands on her hips and keeping her stare emotionless. Anne looks up at her sheepishly.

"You are absolutely the most stupid woman I've ever met." Marie says scoldingly. Anne's eyes fall at her words but she offers no rebuttal. Harry can't help the rush of love that spreads through his veins. After a moment of silence, Marie let's out a breath.

"Now that that's been said, it's lovely to meet you both."

Harry's mouth falls open in shock and he doesn't have to look at y/n or Steve to know their expressions mirror his own.

"N-nice to meet you." Gemma stutters, looking over Marie's shoulder at Harry. Her eyes are wide and begging but Harry just shrugs. He's not going to stop Marie front doing what she pleases. She's taken care of him and loved him when he needed it most.

"I'd love to stay and chat but I know Harry's got to get going soon and I don't want Arlo out late in the cold. We'll have to catch up another time." With that, Marie turns on her heel and proudly struts to Harry.

"Hi dears!" She coos, placing a kiss on y/n's cheek and then Harry's. Harry snaps his mouth shut, smiling tightly and kissing her cheek as well.

"'lo mum." Harry murmurs, squeezing her with his free arm. She pats his cheek, beaming.

"Like I said, we should get going but we wish the best of luck tonight." Harry nods at her words, heading towards the door to put Arlo in the car for them. Steve nods at him in greeting, always being the quieter of the two.

"We'll be right back." Y/n says behind him, following him out of the house. Together, they move Arlo's car seat to his grandparents car, both of them pressing soft kisses to their baby's cheeks. They stay in the driveway, watching as the car drives away with Harry's arm over her shoulders to keep her warm.

"That could've been so much worse." Harry nods, thoroughly surprised that Marie had a civil conversation with Anne.

~

"So this is the behind the scenes look of a boxers life, huh?"

Harry snorts at Gemma's words, dropping his bag onto the dresser and tossing his keys onto the table. She makes it seem like he's some insanely famous boxer when he's really only known in the city. If you left the state and said his name to a local boxer, he'd be unknown. He doesn't tell her that though, he likes that she thinks he's a big shot.

"S'just ma changing room ya nutter." Harry teases, gracefully falling onto one of the tall chairs around the table. Y/n follows him, easily slipping between his thighs as he parts them for her. The chair is tall enough that she can lay her head on his chest, palms resting on his abdomen.

"It's a lot better than waiting outside for good seats, I'll tell you that." Anne chuckles at her daughter's words while y/n smirks. Thanks to Harry, she's never had to do that before. She's always been more than a fan.

"Gotta warm up soon pet." Harry mururms in her ear, patting her left hip. She whines low in her throat because she's exhausted from the baby growing in her tummy, and she's really content standing here with Harry around her.

He chuckles at her. "Know you're tired, stay here and rest while I get ready. "

"Really?"

"Of course, I'll wake ya in time to tape me up and walk me out, yeah?" He presses his lips to her temple, one of his hands sliding around to cup her stomach. "Can't go out without ma loves."

Y/n nods sleepily. Harry stands up, chuckling at how y/n stays pressed against him with her arms now tight around his waist. Harry waddles her to the couch, pressing another kiss to her forehead before sitting her down. She flops back like a rag doll, eyelids heavy and sluggish. He adjusts a throw pillow against the armrest, urging her to lay down with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Once she's settled, curled up and already falling asleep, Harry gives the TV remote to Gemma and takes his gloves. He exits the room, heading to meet Liam and warm up.

~

The soft sound of y/n gently snoring are barely heard over the TV but Anne and Gemma keep the volume low, not wanting to wake her. They're sat at the table, Anne's eyes flickering between the sleeping girl and the screen. She can't seem to stop looking at y/n, so incredibly grateful for her.

Anne loves seeing Harry with her, even if it does make her stomach burn with unbearable guilt. She usually hates to be proven wrong but she's so proud of Harry. Seeing him take care of his wife and baby, treating them with the utmost compassion and love. She can't believe she ever looked him in the eye and thought she saw a monster. She can't believe that the hands that stroke Arlo's cheeks and hold y/n's waist are also the hands that almost killed Jack.

"She's been sleeping a lot." Gemma whispers, obviously watching y/n too. Anne hums her agreement, not sure if she should speak what's been on her mind lately. She doesn't get to think about it for too long before Gemma is nudging her and saying, "You think she's pregnant again?"

Anne nods, eyes watering as she replays the image of Harry gently holding y/n's stomach earlier. The soft caress, the nausea, the exhaustion. They're all signs pointing to her being pregnant.

"Then we better make sure we get to stick around for this one."

Anne couldn't agree more.

~

Harry's struggling.

Like really struggling.

His arms feel like lead, every punch he throws at his opponent too slow and just leaving him open to receive a bunch of punches to the ribs. The blood on his eyebrow is dripping into his eye, comprising the sight of his left one. His head pounds in time with his heart, throbbing in his forehead and ribs. He can't get his body to move quick enough despite Liam's yells of instruction. He can hear y/n calling out to him, her voice echoing in his foggy brain. Harry knows he's got a concussion already and it's making him stumble around the ring.

"Come on Harry!"

He manages to swing another punch, gritting his teeth as his fist collides with his opponents jaw. Harry tried to recall the man's name but nothing comes to mind.

The man stumbles back, giving Harry another chance to deliver quick jabs to his abdomen. His burst of energy is short lived and before he knows it, the man is blocking his fists and sweeping a foot behind Harry's.

They crash down to the floor of the ring, Harry groaning at the pain in his spine and ribs. He tries to kick his legs, to swing his arms but he's 100% pinned. Grunting, he drops his head down, pushing his abdomen up roughly to try and throw the man back.

The ref is counting down next him and as he reaches eight, Harry stills. He can't get out of this, his body is on fire and he's so nauseous. He turns his head to the side, blinking sluggishly as the ref announces the other man the winner. His weight is lifted off of Harry but he can't stand, too exhausted. He manages to focus on y/n's worried eyes before his vision goes fuzzy around the edges, growing until he's seeing nothing but black.

[multific]

Your Love Story

Xavier Plympton x Reader

Warnings: Swearwords, this is considered to be an AU, because it follows the original storyline, but I modified the majority of it.

Summary: Your father is a businessman with connections and power, you were always considered to be a rich kid and a brat so you spent all your life trying to prove that you didn’t need your father’s connections to start your own life. And that is why you went to Camp Redwood.

 Your love story started at a bar where you worked, near the camp. You worked alongside two of your great friends, Nora and Tory. Nora and you met when she was drunk at a bar and a guy was trying to get her to go with him but you interfered and helped her, the two of you had been best friends since then.

When she told you about the restaurant/bar her father wanted to open near a camp, you knew that this will be your chance of finally proving to everyone that you didn’t need your father to help you out and that you were capable of living alone. He always wanted you to live in luxury and wealth, that was one of the reasons why he didn’t want you to leave, but at the same time, his hand reached out everywhere, so he knew, you’d be safe. When the bar opened, you were excited and happy, but it soon became evident to you that you did need the help of your dad. But you kept most of your dignity and only asked him when it was absolutely necessary. So, in the end, you did start your own life, but at the same time still received the help of your father. After two years of working at the bar, you just didn’t care about what others had to say and started to really enjoy your life. You bought yourself a caravan and you were living in it now, you got your car from your father for your birthday.

And as soon as the red sports car was in front of you, you accepted your fate as the rich kid and stopped fighting against it.

Obviously you used a fake last name, you didn’t want everyone to know who you really were, so your made-up name was Y/N Green. Not a very creative one, but everyone seemed to believe it, even Nora went along with your plan.

Tory was what you’d call a typical black girl. And you loved her, her attitude slowly started to stick to you and you began to change. You stopped taking shit from others and had a big mouth with a no fucks given attitude. Nora told you one time that it’s like a part of Tory was stuck to you while a part of you got stuck to her.

Each year you had a plan for summer and that summer you had two promises, one, you’ll have a great time no matter the consequences and two, no boys. Since your ex was an asshole and broke up with you over a simple fight, you didn’t need the drama. You wanted to sunbathe, get a nice tan. Give all the boys hard-ons and then walk away. That was your plan. A plan you wanted to execute, but as soon as you met with a certain blonde, it all went out the window. Margaret brought all the counselors over to introduce all three of you to them.

His name was Xavier Plympton. He was around your age, handsome, gorgeous eyes and great physique, but there were problems with him, of course.

First, Montana, his ex, she seemed to be around him all the time, and you even caught them kissing once, however when you asked Chet about them, he said that it was nothing in between them other anymore.

And second, he gave you major gay vibes. You saw him giving an aerobics class to the others and just the way he moved set your alarm off. But if he was gay, why would he flirt with Montana? Maybe he wanted to hide it?

Even so, you didn’t care. There was something about him that you liked so much, not just his appearance, his attitude, the way he carried himself. You never imagined you’d have a crush on a guy like him, but there you were. Standing at the bar staring at the glass in front of you while thinking about ways to get closer to him.

You felt pathetic, never once a man or boy made you feel like that.

“Alright, I have big plans for tomorrow. There will be a party and we NEED to be there.” came in Nora after her coffee break.

“Okay. I’m on for anything, but why do we NEED to be there?”

“One name, Greg.”

“Oh no.

“OH YES.” Greg was the local handsome guy, well not counting the new counselors at the camp and Nora was head over heels for him, well more like she wanted him to do her at least once. “He’s holding the party at his house, Y/N you’ll be our designated driver since you have a car and Tory really wants to drink, so you can’t drink.”

“So, you are making me go to a house party and I can’t even drink? Doesn’t sound like a great time to me.”

“You can always just sit here and think about the new blonde counselor while daydreaming.”

“I don’t daydream.”

“So, you’re not denying it?”

“Should I? He’s good-looking but an idiot at the same time.”

“Great, so you’re coming! Tory, Y/N’s in!”

You heard her talking to Tory  in the kitchen while you let out a long sigh, there was no way you wouldn’t go to a party like that, but the fact that you couldn’t even drink bothered you.

***

The next night all counselors of the camp were sitting outside drinking beers while talking. They slowly got used to each other and all the guys called dibs on the girls, they were having a great time.

“Chet, you have no chance with Y/N, she’s too good for you. She’ll definitely choose me.” said Trevor.

“Right on, man. I bet she likes your moustache.”

As everyone laughed at Chet’s joke, they noticed a car pulling up. You got out of the car and walked over to the bunch. Everyone was quiet. You looked like you just walked out of a party, which you were. You stopped and everyone was looking at you.

“Alright Mr Muscle. I need help, come.” you said as you pointed at Chet. Chet didn’t believe it and could only watch as you started walking back to your car. Suddenly he came to his senses and as everyone looked at the other for answers, Chet had a grin on his face. “Don’t get excited, Muscles.” they heard you call back and everyone laughed except the man in question.

Everyone observed in silence as you got to the other side of the car opened the door and motioned for Chet. Chet got someone out and picked the person up. You started walking back to the bonfire and turned to look at Brooke.

“I will need a bucket.” without a question she stood up and ran to get one. Meanwhile Chet got back with an obviously very intoxicated Nora in his arms. “Sit her down.” you said and pulled a hairband out of your purse and pulled her hair back to a ponytail.

“What happened?” Ray asked.

“We went to a party, she had too much to drink. And there was this guy. I think they drugged her.”

“Why did you bring her here?” Montana asked. “She needs to go to the hospital!”

“No. I know what to do. Just watch her for a while. I need to phone someone.” Your eyes went from Montana to Brooke who just came back with the bucket. You thanked her and knelt down to Nora.

“If you need to puke, in this please, I don’t want to clean up after you. I need to call someone. Tory is at home, you are safe. You are at the camp with the others. Ray, Montana, Xavier, Trevor and Brooke are all here okay?” she gave you a weak nod, you knew she didn’t or barely understood you. You turned to the others and locked eyes with Xavier. “Please look after her. I will be short.” when he gave you a nod you stood and left to call you father.

To say that you were angry would be an understatement.

You left for that party in hopes, Nora will finally have the night of her life, instead after a toilet break you found her drugged and nearly getting raped. You quickly got out of there and dropped Tory off at her place.

You were angry, but your father was angrier. To have someone hurt his daughter’s best friend was an unforgivable sin to him.

“He’s about 6.2, has short blonde hair and is dressed in a green top with jeans, he’s still at the party if not, I know what his car looks like, he has a white Pontiac. I don’t care what happens to him, Dad. Just…”

“I know, Sweetheart. My men are already on the way. I will call you when it’s done. Tell Nora that I’m sorry and be strong Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Dad. I wouldn’t have called you, but this son of a bitch needs to be taught a lesson or two.”

“Got it. Consider it done.”

“Thank you, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When you put the phone back and turned around you nearly got a heart attack. Xavier was walking your way and since all you saw at first is a dark figure, you nearly dropped dead.

“Hey.” he called out.

“Hi. Thank you for looking out at Nora.”

“Yeah, she seems to be in a bad shape. Are you okay though?”

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine, thank you. I think I’ll take her home now.”

“Good idea.” the two of you walked back to the others while he was saying reassuring things to you and you told him what happened.

You felt a lot better after talking with him and you also felt closer to him now.

***

The next couple of days were pretty uneventful. You and Tory ran the restaurant while Nora was healing and trying to get over the trauma.

You didn’t talk with anyone from the camp either. Pretty boring days.

Until one night you were the one to close the place up. After you did, you walked out and saw a very familiar car pass by. It looked exactly like one of your father’s business partner’s car. The plate number also matched. You got curious and followed him.

You left your car behind when you saw him enter a small road and followed by foot. He went to the camp.

And your instincts were right. You found him trying to strangle Xavier while pointing a VHS at the guy. You got fed up with his shit as you heard Xavier plead.

You came out from behind the tree and kicked him off of Xavier. The man got really angry and was on his feet ready to kill whoever dared to kick him, but he instantly stopped as he saw you out of all people. Xavier was both confused and stunned.

“Mr Blake. I assume that what I’m seeing is only a misunderstanding and you were just asking for directions, right?” Xavier looked from you to Blake and noticed something in his eyes he never thought he will see, fear. But not just regular fear, genuine fear. Blake looked terrified of you.

“Miss Y/L/N…” Blake couldn’t find his words.

“I really hope that it is just a misunderstanding otherwise I might have to think that you lied to my father.”

“No no no. I was just talking to Mr Plympton over there.”

“Talking? And what does Mr Plympton says about that?” you looked at Xavier who was still on the ground mouth, agape in shock.

“I-“ he started but Blake cut him off.

“Please Miss Y/L/N, I just… You have to understand I need to earn money and-“

“And what? In order to do that you trick guys, I know your method. You promised to my father that you’ll stop once you get the loan from him. And yet here you are. Blackmailing another guy for what Mr Blake?” Xavier was now standing slightly behind you, taking your words in, he didn’t understand why Blake called you on a different name, but you seemed pissed.

“I-I-I’ll stop. Like I promised, Miss Y/L/N. I really will.”

“If you ever just think about him or any other to trick, I’ll make sure my father hears about it, Mr Blake. And we both know if one thing he hates more than something happening to me is liars. Right?”

“Yes, yes. You’re right Miss Y/L/N.”

“Now go back to whichever sewer you crawled out from. And forget his name.”

Without saying another word the man basically ran back to the backseat of his car. But you stopped him once again.

“HEY! Leave that here!” Blake understood and dropped the VHS on the ground hopped back into the car and sped off. “What a disgusting rat that man is.” you said to no one in particular. You went to pick the VHS up and got your lighter out. You handed both to Xavier. He just looked at you then at the items in your hand.

“What just happened?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you in the car, but I just can’t let you go back, so you are coming to my place for a little chat. Shall we?” he got the tape out of your hand and with the lighter he burnt the thing in a bin.

You waited in the car for him and when he was finally sitting next to you, you started the engine.

After a good five minutes of silence you began to talk.

“I bet you have like billions of questions. Let me start off with this, my father is, what you’d call a gangster a mob leader. He has connections all over the world. When I was born, his standards changed. After my mother’s death, he promised to always keep me safe. Imagine that, a teenager girl having money, all I had to do was call Dad, and I got it. Anything. So, after my rebellious years ended, I began to get interested in his business, I went to meetings with him and whatnot. Then Blake came in one day. He said he needed money for a movie that he was making so he loaned money from the father. About a week later, I found out just what kind of movie it was, and I wouldn’t have problems with it, you know, we are all different, but when I learnt that Blake emotionally pressured the guys, I just couldn’t leave it at that. So, Dad called him in. Blake promised he’d stop and it was only a one-time thing. It wasn’t, you are not the first nor the last he promised great roles and whatnot in exchange for a short movie. Don’t think that I’m judging you or anything. You are a victim, he entices you with his sweet words and then you find yourself in this.” Xavier just sat there watching you as you drove. So many things made sense now. From your expensive clothing to the red car even the phone call he overheard after Nora was drugged. He knew he should be scared and thankful but he just felt at peace.

“I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you, yeah thank you. But… why did you help me?”

“As I said, he disgusts me. The method, forcing guys into porn and then blackmailing them with it is just, angers me.”

“Okay. Okay. Why are we going to your place?”

“Well, I needed to lie about my last name for a reason. I just want to be sure you won’t tell to others. And since you are still in shock, you might spill the tea, so you are going to stay with me and tomorrow when you’ll be able to think clearly, I’ll drive you back.”

“Sounds reasonable. But really, Y/N, thank you.”

“You’re Welcome, Xavier.”

Shortly after, you arrived at your caravan and Xavier looked at it like he never seen one before. You lived about away from Camp Redwood, about a fifteen-minute drive, on a piece of land with a great view of the woods.

“You live in that?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you said you’re rich.”

“Well, my dad is. But don’t judge a book by its cover.” Xavier definitely should have. It might have looked simple from the outside, but on the inside the place had everything and it had a nice homey feel to it.

“Go take a shower if you want to.”

“Thanks.” Xavier got into the bathroom and stopped for a moment. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe that his knight in shining armour was you. He never thought that you the sassy bartender that he actually pretty liked would turn out to be a help to him. He felt like he could cry out of happiness, which he ended up doing. All the emotions came flowing into him, all that fear he felt when Blake called him and when he was in the car with him. All the relief when you made Blake look like a scared child as he ran with his tails between his legs.

It was certain. If he wasn’t in love with you before, now he truly was. From your appearance, your attitude, how hardworking you were and now, like an angel you came to his rescue and saved his ass. As he was taking a shower while slightly sobbing, you were outside, doing what you best at, calling Dad.

You explained the situation to him and he was pissed, just as you said the one thing he hated right after if someone messes with his only daughter is liars. When your phone call ended Xavier came out of the bathroom. He was obviously crying and it made your heartache.

“Awww.” you said as you stood up from the table and went to caress his check and get rid of his tears, but as soon as you touched his check with that gentle hand of yours, fresh tears rolled down from his eyes as he desperately hugged you.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really. I don’t even know how to properly thank you.”

“I really hope that those are happy tears, Xavier.” you said as you pulled back from the hug, but you were still holding each other. Your comment made him smile a bit. “See? Much better.”

“They are, happy tears.”

“Good. Now sit, I have some drinks in the fridge, drink something while I take a quick shower.”

At Xavier was left alone with his thoughts again as he sipped his coke and looked around the caravan. It had cassettes laying around, flowers and plants it even had a small TV and a very modern looking phone. The phone started to ring, alerting Xavier. He contemplated picking it up. Then Xavier looked at the clock, it was so late and yet someone was calling you? What if it’s an emergency? In the end he picked it up, thinking he’ll just say that you are in the shower and to call you back in a few minutes.

“Hi, Y/N is in the shower now, can you call her back a bit later?” the other end of the line was silent before a man started talking, a deep manly voice, it spent chills down Xavier’s spine.

“I assume that you are Mr Plympton, right? I’m Y/N’s father.”

“Right, sir. I-I would like to thank you, your daughter really saved me today.”

“Oh, I know. I’m actually in the car right now. You see, I thought I might need to have a short conversation with Blake. Would you like me to tell him something in your name?”

“No, thank you. I’d rather forget all about him.” Xavier felt his palm getting sweaty.

“Very well. You know, Mr Plympton, you are a great guy, My Sweetheart told me about you before, treat her well.” the last part of the sentence was so intense it left Xavier both speechless and breathless. Before he could reply, the phone call already ended and only the annoying beeping sound was heard.

“Did he scare you?” you were now out of the shower wearing your pj’s and standing in front of him. “Don’t let him scare you. He won’t hurt you.”

“O-okay.” you smiled reassuringly at him.

“So, are we sharing the bed or do you plan on sleeping on the floor?”

You shared the bed.

Xavier was never anxious around women before, especially not if he was in a bed with them. But with you, he was facing the other way while he felt your back against his, he just couldn’t sleep. He was relieved, yes, but what scared him more, admitting his feelings towards you or your father? Then you spoke up, he thought you were already asleep.

“You know, I always liked you. The day Margaret walked in with you guys, I just knew, I will have a thing for you. I feel like my old shy and anxious self when I’m with you. No, I feel like I can be myself. Everyone thought that I was just another rich kid, a bitch who got everything from Daddy, and don’t get me wrong, they were right, but what they never saw is that I never used that against anyone. Only against those who deserve it. But being titled from the first second… that’s why I used a fake name. To start fresh. I will always have my dad behind me, taking care of me, buying me stuff, but I felt like I could finally be me.” Xavier felt you turn around and he didn’t dare to move, your words were so sincere, he wanted you to continue, he wanted to know more about you.

“Are you awake?” he heard you ask and felt your hand against his back. He still didn’t move. “I think I might be in love with you. And it slightly hurts because I’m sure you don’t see me that way. I saw you with Montana at the lake, kissing and I saw you flirting with Brooke, I always wanted it to be me, selfish right? And then I saw Blake, my blood boiled. I know his technique and I immediately knew that he was using you for something.” you began to run your hand up and down his back, it got him relaxed. “I’ll take you back to the camp tomorrow, I don’t care anymore if you tell the others or not. Sleep well.” you gave one last stroke and pulled your hand back. You wanted to go to sleep, but he turned around. Your eyes locked with his and you weren’t sure what you saw in them. You felt shy for some reason. And when he started to speak you noticed just how close to you he was, you left his hot breath on your face, you felt his body heat, and you felt the vibrations that his deep voice caused as he spoke.

“I love you too. I don’t know how to express it well since I never felt like this before. But I’m pretty sure about my feelings, I love how passionate you are when something happens to your friends, you have an amazing smile and personality. I also have to admit that your father scares the living hell out of me. But that won’t stop me. Even if I have to face him, I’ll tell him that I love his daughter. I only flirted and kissed Montana to get you jealous, which apparently worked, so…yay. But you saved me. I used to be a drug addict, nearly got myself killed and Blake found me on a bench passed out with a needle in my arm. I guess you can say that he saved me. But he soon showed his true side. He promised to get me into real deals, movies, and commercials whatever, if I do that one thing for him. I ended up doing it, even though I’m not gay. I thought I escaped him but he came back to haunt me with it. I feel like such an idiot.” he looked away from your eyes and closed them, when he felt your hand on his cheek once again, he opened his eyes and looked into yours, you looked so sad yet so happy at the same time, just like how he felt.

“You are an idiot.” he let out a small laugh, “But you are my idiot.” when you said that all of his sadness disappeared. He began to lean closer to you and when you did the same, he placed his lips against yours. It was a small, slow yet passionate kiss. It was a kiss shared between two souls that finally found each other and became one.

***

You never slept better than in his arms. With your head on his chest listening to both his heartbeat and his breathing.

Both of your sleep were abruptly interrupted when your phone began to ring. You let out a loud groan and leant over the bed to pick it up. Xavier meanwhile moved to a new position in order to get back to dreamland.

“Yes?” he heard you say. He heard the voice on the other end of the line but obviously couldn’t make out what the person was saying. Suddenly he felt the air in the room change, it got so cold. He looked behind his back and saw you frozen in one place with your mouth agape.

“What?” he asked but you didn’t answer. “Baby, what is it?” he asked again. You held a finger up and talked to the person on the phone.

“I understand. We will be there.” you placed the phone back down.

“What happened?” he asked for the third time. When you looked at him, he felt it, something was wrong.

“They are all dead. It was Tory. She came to the bar thinking that Nora would be there, but she wasn’t so she went to the camp to look for her and…and… all she found were bodies. All of them are dead, Xavier. Everyone, Chet, Trevor, Montana, Brooke even Nora is…dead.” you couldn’t believe it, so many emotions rushed through you.

“What do you mean? Who would do such a thing?”

“The police said that it was Mr Jingles. But... we have to go. Leave I mean. Get this thing attached to the car and leave.”

“What? And leave without knowing what happened to my friends? No, I can’t.”

“Tell me one movie, scenario or whatever where the people left behind were safe, where they didn’t die when they went looking for a killer, Xavier. We need to leave. We go to my home. Dad will get this case solved. I’m not dying the day after I finally had courage confessing.” you stood up from the bed and began to rearrange stuff. Xavier thought it through. You did have a point. And he didn’t want to die either. “I know that running is for cowards and running back to my dad is just... looks bad, but I say fuck it. I rather be an alive coward than a dead ‘at-least-she-tried’.” you said while packing.

“Okay. We leave. I’m too pretty do die.” Xavier said in hopes of lifting your spirit, it was obvious to him that your survival instinct was better than his and that you still didn’t fully realize that Nora was dead, but he will be there when you finally will.

***

This is it, your love story, of how you met Xavier Plympton and ran back home with him. But at least the two of you were alive and together.

When the fact that your best friend was dead finally sank in, you mourned her for months. You went to the funeral with Xavier who held you while you cried and broke down.

The two of you never went back to Camp Redwood. You barely talked about it, only when you spoke about how you met. It was a bittersweet memory.

In the end, your father found out who the real killer was and that’s when both you and Xavier found peace again. Knowing that the murderer was behind closed bars and to be executed.

After five years of dating, Xavier asked you to marry him. After your father gave him the blessing the two of you had a small yet meaningful wedding. Well, as small as you can get with your father in the picture.

Xavier felt like he got the ending he truly deserved. With such a tough background, he ended up being a well-known actor with many roles, he ended up being the perfect husband to you and what he never thought he would achieve, Xavier Plympton became the perfect father for his three children.

Truly a happy ending to your love story.

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Boston Boys [Part Eight]

Summary:  Sebastian ends up in Aurelie’s trauma bay; Chris is MIA. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1675 Chapter Warnings: Gun violence, gunshot wound, implied smut.   Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

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“Dr. Juneau, you’ve been requested in Trauma One.”

Aurelie frowned. She hadn’t been requested by a single patient since the night John had come in to have his cut stitched up. Locking the computer she had been working on, Aurelie left her white coat behind and made way for the trauma bay.

“Adult male, approximately thirty-five. Dropped in the ambulance bay where an incoming rig found him.”

Aurelie took in as much of the information as she could while the nurses and techs hooked the man up to machines and started an IV. When the brief was over, she took a good look at her patient. Covered in blood and shaking, his face was pale and his breathing was labored.

Seb. No wonder he had asked for her. His eyes met hers. They were full of panic. She spotted movement from the arm where the nurse was attempting to start an IV. Seb’s hand was reaching out for Aurelie. She shook her head briefly.

“All right, I want a second IV, I want x-ray, CT. Figure out where this blood is coming from, what kind of injuries we’re looking at. Have a crash cart ready -- not just on standby, but ready. Now, move!”

The already chaotic movement of the team became more energized. Aurelie found the trauma scissors in her pocket and cut off his shirt while a tech cut off his pants.

“Doctor,” one nurse began, catching Aurelie’s attention, “I’ve got two GSW’s, one through-and-through in the left shoulder -- in the back, out the front -- and one still sitting near the diaphragm.”

Aurelie nodded. “All right, cancel CT, I want a mobile in the OR. Switch to oxygen on the gurney, start sedation meds, we’re rolling out now before that bullet moves. This needs to happen fast. Alert surgery.”

She let the team take Seb to the elevator; she jogged behind, texting Chris as she followed.

Seb’s in my trauma room. Wtf happened?! Heading to surgery now. Will keep you updated.

Aurelie was scrubbing out of the operating room when the familiar sounds of a scuffle called her attention to the hallway. If it was loud enough that she could hear and make out the sounds, it was serious. She finished her task and went out to see what was going on.

“Let me see him, you have to let me see him!”

Security was battling the determined mission of a redheaded woman, begging, pleading, demanding she let them see someone. Aurelie knew right away who she wanted to see.

“All right, all right, c’mon. She’s upset, can’t you see that?” Aurelie said sternly, getting between Scarlett and the guards. “Stand down, for fuck’s sake.”

Scarlett allowed Aurelie to help her to a nearby bench, but the guards didn’t go far. Aurelie motioned for them to stay calm, then sat down next to Scarlett.

“We got the stray bullet out. It was close to his diaphragm, so he’s on a ventilator right now so that we can control his breathing and allow the area to heal.”

“But he’s going to be okay?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot from crying, and there was blood all over the front of her. “Aurie, you gotta tell me he’s gonna be okay.”

She hated when people called her Aurie, but this wasn’t the time to point that out. She looked sideways at the guards; one was genuinely not paying attention and the other was purposefully avoiding the personal note in the conversation.

“Barring any complications, he’ll be fine. He’s going to SICU right now, but you’ve got to let them get him settled and resting before you see him, all right? If you promise not to make a scene again, I’ll make sure you get ten minutes with him before you leave.” She held up a hand as Scarlett leaned in to hug her. “But you cannot -- cannot -- let on that you know me. To protect what I do here, I can’t be connected. To anyone.”

“I understand.”

Aurelie stood then, pulling the scrub cap from her head and shoving it in her pocket. No doubt Chris would be here soon -- they needed to talk. Stitching up random criminal lowlifes was one thing. Saving the life of someone she considered another brother was too close to home.

The pounding on Elsa’s apartment door spooked her from a deep sleep. She breathed heavy and fast as she sat up in bed, trying to decipher if the knocking was actually at her door. When the pounding started again and it was at her door, fear gripped her tighter. She just knew the bank robbers were on the other side of the door, ready to finish her off.

“Elsa, open up! It’s me, it’s Chris!”

Breathing a sigh of relief, she scrambled out of bed and went to the front door. She undid the deadbolt and the chain lock before twisting the lock on the knob. She let Chris in and immediately locked the door behind him.

“It’s three in the morning! What the hell is wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me!”

Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him and kissing her roughly. Elsa reacted in kind, going along with it when Chris tugged at her legs, lifting her up off the ground and wrapping her legs around his hips. He pushed them against the nearest open wall, knocking a few picture frames from a shelf in the process. Elsa bucked her hips against him, and that’s when Chris knew he needed to slow things and explain himself.

“I wanted to see you the other day, when you called. I’ve got a lot going on I can’t tell you about right now --”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and finish what you started.”

Chris grinned and pressed his lips to hers again. Elsa climbed down and pulled him toward her bedroom. She tossed off her nightgown and scooted back on the mattress while Chris tossed his shirt aside and pulled his belt from the loops holding it in place.

A few hours later, they were in the kitchen. Chris was making pancakes in his jeans, and Elsa was sitting on the counter watching in his t-shirt. She was laughing at a joke he made, thinking about how easy it was, being with Chris. There was no pressure to be anyone other than who she wanted to be, who she really was.

“I’m glad you came by,” she said, leaning over the griddle to kiss him.

Chris flipped the last pancake onto a stack with the others and turned off the heat on the stove. “I’m glad you let me in. What I was saying earlier, you know, I got a lot going on. Sometimes, there’s gonna be things I can’t tell you. But, I promise you, there’s no other girls, nothing that’s gonna hurt you. I want to tell you more, but I’ve at least got to tell you that because if I don’t -- if I don’t -- Elsa, I can be myself with you. I need that in my life, more than I can explain. You ground me, you keep me real. I know it hasn’t been that long, but you -- you’re a game-changer. I want to do better because of you.”

For a speech like that, Elsa could forget about the pancakes. She slid off the counter and put her hands on his bare hips. “I was thinking the same about you just now. About how I can be myself with you. It’s … it’s easy, being around you.”

Chris smiled. “Easy, yeah. That’s exactly it.”

Elsa went up on tiptoe to kiss him, effectively erasing the pancakes from his mind as well.

Before Aurelie closed out her shift the next morning, she went up to the surgical care unit to check on Seb. He was still on the ventilator, but holding steady. Scarlett was there too, curled up in a chair with a blanket. Aurelie was as quiet as she could be, but Scarlett was a light sleeper.

“Hey,” she greeted, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Thanks for whatever you said to the nurses. They let me stay all night.”

Aurelie nodded. “How long have you two been …?”

“Together. We’re together. It’s new. I was hung up on Chris for a long time, you know, but Seb never gave up. Guess I finally gave him a chance to show me what he was about and I was all for it.”

“That’s good. He’s been after you since before you and Chris, you know.”

“Really?” Scarlett’s eyes watered over.

“Yeah. Trust me. Sisters know shit.”

Scarlett nodded. “We were at a bar, some guy got mouthy. We made to leave and the guy followed us out, tried to grab me. I can hold my own, but --”

“But Seb wanted to protect you,” Aurelie finished.

“He did. I thought -- I thought he was going to die right there in my arms, you know? All the close calls we’ve had, all the referrals. Some dumbass in a bar was gonna be the one to take him out.”

Aurelie looked down at the gurney, and blue eyes looked back up at her. She motioned for Scarlett to come over. “I think he’s gonna be just fine. You’ve got a lot of years of this asshole ahead of you.”

Scarlett was out of the chair in an instant. She slipped her hand into Seb’s, and his eyes moved from Aurelie’s to hers. Aurelie promised both of them that things were going to be fine; she would send the floor doctor in immediately.

“Hey, real quick -- was Chris upset when he came by?”

Scarlett frowned. “I haven’t seen Chris since he left the shop yesterday.”

“Huh. Okay.”

So no one had heard from him since he went to see Robert the day before. Frowning, and with a million scenarios playing through her head, Aurelie alerted the charge nurse that Seb was awake, then hurriedly gathered her things to get out of there and start looking for her brother.

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Take it out on me Part 3

A/N: hey guys! so I’ve been loving the feedback on this story but there’ve been a couple messages about how Auston is making you guys upset and I’d just like to give a little explanation I guess? I can’t justify cheating on a partner even in my writing and stuff but I know how tricky it gets when you’ve been threw so much shit that you’ve checked out of the relationship and just can’t figure out how to leave and that’s kind of the situation I’m trying to create. Idk if it’s working but, ya know.

Anyway trigger warning: a broken bone happens but this is pretty much the end of anymore physical abuse in the story.

With all that out of the way I hope you enjoy

I unlocked the door to the apartment and walked in quietly. I didn’t know if Auston was around or not but I didn’t want to bother him again if he was. I had just had the best afternoon with Freddie and I had been dreading coming home. I spent a little too much time in the foyer taking off my shoes and putting my keys on the right hook. Eventually there was nothing else to do in there and I ventured the rest of the way into my home. Auston was napping on the couch when I walked through so I kept going to our room where I decided to take my own nap.

When I woke up again it was because someone was touching my face. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into dark sad ones.

“You always look like an angel when you sleep..” he said quietly.

“Thanks..” we were quiet for a minute and unlike with Freddie, the quiet seemed wrong.

“I really messed up today.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know what happened, love. I got so upset and I just completely lost control.. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Well you did Auston. The second you thought about putting your hands on me in a negative way you hurt me.”

“I didn’t mean it..” he said standing up and crawling into bed with me. “Look at me please?”

“Okay..” I rolled over to face the other way and saw that his arms were open for me. “Auston I don’t think-”

“Please come here.. I can’t stand the thought of hurting you like that and you not wanting to cuddle with me..you always want to cuddle.” tears welled up in his eyes and I scooted forward a little bit into his arms. He pulled me closer and held me tight crying into my hair.

“I’m sorry I’m never good enough Auston..”

“Don’t say that. You are good enough. You always try so hard and it might seem like I don’t appreciate it but I do. You’re good enough.”

“You’re just always mad at me..it feels like I can’t win.”

“I’m sorry you feel like that.” he said flatly making me cringe internally. “Now can we please just have a nice night before I go away on a road trip? I’d really just like to be close with you and love you..”

“Of course Auston.” his face broke out into a cute grin and I couldn’t help but giggle and melt my bad feelings away when his lips touched mine.

“I love you so so much (Y/N). I’m bad at showing it but I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” I kissed him again as I slipped my hand into his boxers.

The next morning I was woken up by Auston shouting at me to wake up from another room. I stretched and slowly got up and out of bed. I was still naked from the night before so getting ready was easy. I didn’t have a lot of time so I threw on some leggings, a big sweater, and a hat. Auston came into the room and his face dropped.

“You’re seriously going to wear that to see me off?”

“Aus, what do you want from me?”

“How about a little effort? Other wives actually try to look good when they bring their husbands to leave.”

“Well I’m not other wives Auston. You knew that when you married me. I don’t have the time or the energy to do full hair and makeup every time I leave the house with you.”

“Just wish you’d care about how you look a little more..”

“Auston. We have to leave in like 5 minutes. I’m sorry I can’t put myself together in that little of time. Let’s just go already.”

“Can you at least put jeans on? You look sloppy.”

“I’ll stay in the fucking car!” I yelled exasperated. “We have to go now or you’re going to be late and I am not being blamed for that. Let’s go.”

“Way to ruin our last morning together for the next week.” he said pushing his shoulder into me as he passed. I let out a large breath and followed him out of the house.

The drive to the arena was dead silent. I drove and just kept focusing on the road instead of the angry man sitting next to me. When we got there he got out of the car and I stayed put. He came over to my side and opened the door.

“Love what are you doing?”

“I told you I’d stay in here so I wouldn’t embarrass you.” I said looking down.

“Well here the thing is it’ll be more embarrassing if you stay in the car like a rude bitch instead of talking to the guys.”

“Fine.” I said grabbing his hand and getting out of the car. 

He took my hand in a death grip and dragged me over to the boys roughly. I was going to have a bruise for sure later. I talked to the other boys trying to be pleasant even though the pressure on my hand was unbearable. No one noticed except Freddie. I kept looking at him and every time I did he was looking at my hand. After a few more minutes and more pressure on it, he had let go. I had lost feeling in my hand and my eyes had tears in them. I started hugging the boys goodbye. When I got to Freddie he hugged me extra tight.

“Get that checked.” he whispered.

“It’s fine Frederik.” I said into his shoulder before letting go.

“It’s not. Get it taken care of, today. Please? All I ask is that you get it looked at by a doctor and let me know what he says.”

“I guess I can do that.” I said nodding at him.

“Good. I’ll talk to you later. Call me or text or whatever.”

“Okay. Bye Freddie.”

“Bye (Y/N).”

I went through the rest of the boys before getting to Auston. I hugged him tight around his neck and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him before giving him a kiss.

“I’m gonna miss you Aus.”

“I’ll miss you too babe.” he pressed his lips to mine again as he put me back on the ground. 

“Good luck, although I know you definitely don’t need it.”

“Thank you baby.” he kissed me again until William interrupted.

“Okay lovebirds, break it up. We gotta go Auston.”

“Alright man I’m coming. Bye (Y/N).”

“Bye.” I smiled as I watched the boys board the bus. I waved as they were leaving and then went back to my car. I finally took a moment to assess the damage to my hand. It had already started bruising. It was yellow and purple was starting to show through. It was also swollen so I decided to listen to Freddie and go get it checked. It was a whirlwind afternoon in the hospital and when I got back home I decided to take a peaceful nap and just enjoy being completely alone.

I woke up and looked at the clock seeing that it was time for the leaf game I turned it on. The boys somehow won the game against Dallas. It was shocking to me because they were so overwhelmingly outplayed. Freddie was the only reason they were in the game at all. He was a brick wall for them all night. After the game was done I waited up to see if Auston was going to call me. I didn’t think he would considering how upset he was with me when he left that morning but I was hopeful he would. Not surprisingly though he didn’t. I was getting snuggled back in for the night when my phone rang with Freddie’s name on it.

“Hi, I’m so sorry I forgot to call. I didn’t know when you’d be back to the hotel or if you still wanted to talk and today has been so much and I’m just really sorry.”

“Hi.” he said chuckling slightly. “You don’t need to apologize. That’s why I called you.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t do anything.” he said with a moment of silence following it.

“That was a really good game tonight. You did so good.”

“Oh come on I was just playing the game. Doing my part, ya know?”

“You were a wall. Only reason you guys won was because of you.”

“There are more people on the team than just me.”

“Yeah but you had so many shots against while the boys didn’t have many shots on net at all. You’re the hero of the game.”

“Stooop.” he said laughing. I could tell he was blushing too and it made me smile.

“Proud of you Freddie.”

“Thank you. That really means a lot.” we were quiet again until he brought up the topic I didn’t want to discuss. “Did you go to the doctor today?”

“I went to a hospital yes. I knew I’d need an x-ray so I didn’t bother with a normal doctor.”

“What happened?” he asked quietly.

“Um..I’m broken. But it’s not really his fault I’m really breakable and-”

“Don’t you dare make excuses for him right now.”

“Freddie, my bones are weak and there’s been fractures there before from other things. If you look at my hand wrong it’ll break.”

“(Y/N)...don’t make excuses for him. He hurt you. He broke your hand. Intentional or not you’re broken.”

“It doesn’t even hurt that bad.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Fred-”

“It doesn’t matter.” he said more firmly. “What did the doctor say?”

“He said cast for 6 weeks then maybe a brace after He wants to make sure they heal properly again.” he went really quiet and for a second I thought I had disconnected from him. “Freddie?”

“I wish I had said something.”

“What do you mean?”

“I should have stopped him before he hurt you. I was right there and I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t do this to yourself. It isn’t your fault. You didn’t do this.”

“But I also didn’t stop it.”

“It wasn’t up to you to. You’re okay Frederik. Don’t put any blame on yourself. Please?”

“I can’t help it.. When I get back I’m taking you out somewhere. I have to start trying to make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I let you down. I’m doing it anyway.”

“You’re the sweetest Freddie.”

“I hate to do this but I have another travel day tomorrow so I really need to get some rest.”

“That’s okay. We can talk later. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

[vivxwrites]

Guardian Angel || Part II

*not my gif*

Word Count: 1656

Summary: Not gonna spoil :)

Warnings: Swearing, Hospital mentions

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

A/N: Hello! It’s back! I hope you guys like this part, I struggled with writing it and I realized that I’m not very good at writing stories when it comes to plot but overall it turned out okay. Let me know if you have any questions about it because some parts can be kind of confusing. :)

Parts: {I}, {II}, {III}, {IV}

You groaned and tried to sit up, to no avail. Your body was sore and achy and your head pounded violently. Your could feel your wings underneath you, totally crushed from the weight of body landing harshly on top of them. You coughed violently and it was only then that you realized that you were covered in ceiling plaster. It was caught all in your hair and surrounded you on the ground, where you laid on the plush carpet of an eerily familiar living room. You covered your eyes in an attempt to escape the blinding light that poured through the you-sized hole in the roof of the house. 

You felt something nudge your leg and you froze. Slowly, you peeled your eyes open, only to find that a little girl was peering back at you. Just like the living room, she too looked familiar and it only took one more glance around the house to place where you were. Carol’s. Well not exactly Carol’s, but Maria’s, which was surely close enough. What were you doing here and why did it look like Monica was looking directly at you?

“Who the hell are you?” You gave Monica an odd look and glanced around, trying to find who she was talking to. “Hello, weirdo I’m talking to you. You deaf or something?” 

Ok, now you were just plain confused. Could she see you? In your time as a guardian angel you had only met two people who could see you and they were both spiritual mediums, so it didn’t make sense that Carol’s Monica could see you. There was also the fact that she had never seen you or talked to you before to think about. “Erm, me?” Your voice was hoarse from lack of use, as you never really had anyone to talk to. 

“Do you see anyone else around here that I could be talking to?” Monica returned your odd look from earlier and you just blinked back at her. You were unsure of what to do, you had never been in a situation like this before. 

“No, I suppose I don’t. But, um, you can see me?” 

She nodded slowly back at you and furrowed her eyebrows. You gulped nervously. “Look lady, my mama says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers and she’s not home right now. What are you doing in my house?” 

“I don’t really know, to be honest with you. Everything’s a bit fuzzy.” 

“Monica who are you talking to?” Maria rushed into the room with her arms full of groceries, alarmed. She skidded to a stop in front of you and stared at you in shock. “Oh sweet Jesus.”

You shot her a sheepish smile, “So I guess you can see me too? Oh and, um, sorry for the hole in your roof there.” You pointed towards the roof and Maria snapped her head in that direction. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I’m not dealing with this mess.”

“Sorry Maria,” you muttered and she looked at you with a wild look in her eyes. 

“You know my name?” You went to respond but she held up a hand, silencing you. “You know what, I don’t even want to know. Stay put and do not move. Monica come with me.”

You sat awkwardly on the ground, unsure of what to do with yourself. You gingerly touched the feathers on your wings and winced in pain. You heard a muffled voice in the kitchen, “Mama she has wings! Is she an angel?” You smiled to yourself at Monica’s words and picked yourself up off the floor. You limped towards the pictures that sat above the fireplace mantle, every time you followed Carol to Maria’s house you would look at them. Carol rarely had happy moments but she was depicted with a grin in every picture on the Rambeau’s mantle. She was gorgeous when she smiled, like a ray of sunshine.

You don’t know how long you had been staring at the pictures when there was a knock at the door. You glanced towards it, wondering who was on the other side. Carol, perhaps? After the whole ‘Vers’ situation she visited the Rambeau’s quite often in her many attempts to rediscover herself. 

“Who’s there,” Maria asked.

“Fury,” came the reply. Oh so Fury was here, a bit odd but he did come around the place every once in a while, at least often enough for you to know who he was. Maria opened the door and in he came. 

 He walked directly towards you and before you knew what was happening, shocked you in the neck with some sort of taser. You fell limp against the ground and everything went dark.

“You think she’s connected to what happened last year?” Maria felt bad for having you shocked but you had freaked her out and she had no idea what she was supposed to do with someone who resembled an angel. She could never be too cautious with things like that and she had learned that after encountering the skrulls. 

“You mean Carol’s girlfriend getting stabbed by that freaky demon thing?” Maria nodded. “I wouldn’t rule it out. Let’s get her to the compound.”

Fury picked you up and dragged you to the quinjet that he had arrived in. He strapped you into the seat and then climbed into the cockpit with Maria following him. Monica opted to take a seat next to you and quietly observe you while you “slept.” Your face certainly went with the word angel and she thought your wings were magnificent. They were large and white and she could tell that they were strong but they were bent in odd angels and the left one was missing chunks of feathers. 

Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Fury and Maria made a game plan for when they arrived at the compound. They both agreed that Carol could not, under any circumstances, know of your presence in case you were somehow connected to the loss of her girlfriend last year. She was still healing and there was nothing they wouldn’t do to protect her. Fury suggested bringing you to the med-bay and keeping you weak with sedatives until they were sure that you weren’t evil and Maria found herself agreeing. 

When you woke up you were hooked up to a freaky machine in a place that you didn’t recognize. You looked down at your wrist to find all sorts of wires coming out and your heart started beating erratically at the sight. You were strapped to a bed in a bright white room, all alone. The only thing you could remember was the feeling of falling and a sharp zap to your neck. You rubbed the spot, it felt as though the stinging was still present. 

You were panicking and you finally understood what claustrophobia felt like. You ripped the wires out of your wrist harshly and to your delight they came right out. The machine beeped frantically after your movements and you widen your eyes in distress. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself and focused on finding your way out of the straps. There was nothing you could use around you to escape so you threw your weight against them and hoped for the best. After five tries or so you felt the pressure loosening and you threw yourself harder. The straps gave out and fell to the ground with a heavy clank and you scrambled out of the bed. 

“Rambeau we’ve got a situation. The girl escaped.”

Maria cursed, “Dammit. We’ve got to find her before anyone sees her.”

“That’s part of the problem. Most of the avengers were on mission but Stark’s AI just informed me that they’ve returned. Carol included.”

“Shit.” Maria dashed toward the nearest hallway and began the wild goose chase for you. It would be very very bad if Carol found you before she did. She and Fury still had no idea who you were or what you were doing crashing through her ceiling. You had escaped before they had a chance to question you and now Carol could just as easily come across you before either of them. Maria skidded to a stop when she realized that she was heading directly for the hanger and turned to make her escape just as she heard a voice call her name from behind her.

“Maria what are you doing here? Is Lieutenant Trouble here too?” Carol beamed at her friend and approached her before she swept her up in a warm hug. Maria returned the hug but when she pulled back Carol noticed that her smile seemed off, it was too tight. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. We’ve just come for a visit.” She gave Carol the same too tight smile again and Carol narrowed her eyes in suspicion, before dropping it and shrugging to herself. 

“Alright well I’m just gonna change out of this sweaty suit and I’ll find you so we can hangout, ‘kay?”

Maria nodded and flashed her a grin before she sped off, leaving Carol to eat her dust. Carol would dwell on her antics later, for now she desperately needed out of her suit. This mission had been grueling, but also on the easier side so she really couldn’t complain. She was on her way to her room when she crashed into something, or rather someone, and she was blinded by a streak of something white. Carol collapsed to the floor and landed right on her ass with an “oof.”

You cursed your bad luck, you were running through the long hallways, trying to find an exit when you slammed into someone, hard. They fell to the ground and an apology slipped from your lips, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay?” 

A/N: Let me know how you liked it, I really enjoy feedback! Feel free to check out my other stuff through my masterlist or request something. I had an awesome day today, thank you to everyone who came and talked to me. Thanks, Viv :)

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