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bronx-bomber87 · 10 months

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Good morning all and Happy Saturday we are onto episode 4 of S2.

2x04 Warriors and Guardians

If you need further proof these two are married long before they were dating it's this is ep. S2 is chock full of growth and goodies galore. I love it sfm. Also this episode is the intro of Nyla Harper. Who I absolutely adore. Tim and and Lucy are my top favs obviously. But she is right behind them in terms of characters I love to death. So excited for her to finally have joined this series rewatch. Off we go.

We start off with them talking to Rachel. Lucy hugs her and says happy birthday. Tim clearly has no idea it’s her bday and is feeling slightly out place in the convo. Rachel commends Lucy on her choice of gift. It’s a book 'Aeronautics Through The Ages.' Tim is a little shit and says it sounds like a real page turner. The sassy look Lucy gives him. I wish there was a gif of it haha Tim realizes quickly after Rachel's grandfather did the illustrations for it. That the gift Lucy gave was actually quite meaningful and sweet. Eating his words quickly after….

Tim is clearly feeling slightly awkward he didn't know it was her b-day. That coupled with watching the exchange between Lucy and Rachel. I think Rachel can sense this and asks if they’re still on for Friday. Tim does that lovely smile of his and says yes. Tim spots right away Lucy wants to say something after Rachel has left. He cuts her off at the pass LOL She has the pre-excited going to tell you something face haha Tim doesn't let it get far and squashes said excitement before roll call.

We rejoin our amazing duo in their shop. Lucy doesn't waste a second before starting in on the topic Tim cut off earlier. Rachel’s bday gift from him. Completely disregarding his grumpy behavior from before. Lucy tells him not to worry he’s riding with the world's best gift giver. She asks him what he’s thinking about getting her? Tim tells her nothing. Lucy is in instant judging mode. Tim goes on to say it’s only been two weeks. That it would be weird to get her something. Lucy then re-frames her question to him. ‘So, you just wish her happy birthday, and now you’re done?’ He’s so confident at first with his yep. It's quickly demolished by Lucy's loaded 'Okay....'

Tim looks over at her and see’s her facial expression. It's so damn telling. He knows he’s in trouble with his answer. Lucy's face says it all. I'm dying haha What I love so very much about this scene is that silent communication on Lucy’s end. Tim knows her so well all he has to do is look over and know he'll be in the dog house if he does nothing. Her face is saying 'It's your funeral...'

Literally all Lucy has to do is say ‘Okay’ and her body language and expression does the rest of the work. He questions his choice because of this. Tim then breaks and says he could get her something small…Lucy’s face in the final gif is perfection. She has won the first part of this battle and knows it. She is happy he has seen the light. Her face is basically saying 'There we go...' haha Look at him listening to his wifey's advice. Didn’t even fight her that much on it. So proud of him. Look at this glow up haha

They respond to their first call at a hospital. Tim is pitching Lucy gift ideas. Ironically he strikes out with his first idea. A baseball game. Having Chenford being canon now all his ideas would sit just fine with Lucy. He has no idea he is trying to give Rachel, Lucy gifts LOL Their convo gets interrupted by their call. Two social media wannabes stormed into this poor sick kids room and started posing with him.

They get arrested for trespassing and photographing a minor without a parents consent. Then the cutest thing ever happens. The kid comes out and asks for a pic with Tim and Lucy. They happily pose with him. I’m diabetic at how sweet this is. Look how happy they are to do it. Also you know their arms are touching behind that pillow. It’s the little things hehe.

Back at the station they’re booking their insta wanna be’s. Tim is trying once again to seek Lucy's approval on his next gift idea. I adore the fact that he is not only reaching out her opinion but relying on it heavily. He knows she’s going to be honest with him about them. Another foundation is being put in place here. He values her opinion and is letting her know that whether he realizes it or not. Also shall we talk about the fact there is little to no personal space between them in these shots? A theme I constantly love . One I have to remark on cause it's so obvious how they are always so drawn to each other. They don't even know they're doing it.

The fact they’re having a convo about a shooting range kills me. He literally went to paintball with Lucy haha Their banter in this scene is fantastic. Tim poorly defends his idea saying he sees couples all the time at the shooting range. No love you don't, you and Lucy are the couple that would do that and you would see. Not Rachel….

Lucy shoots down the shooting range idea instantly. No regrets on her part. Lucy isn't pulling any punches with him. She is right when she says once again he isn’t picking it for her. It truly is a terrible idea for Rachel. The sass she gives him. 'All the time?' He can't even fight her on it and knows it's a losing idea. He is so cute in his defeat though. Strike 2 for Tim.

Lucy gets a call from Nolan and Tim's interest is piqued. He tells her to answer it. Lucy does but not before she calls him out for why he wants her to. Tim clearly isn’t a fan of Harper's and wants more intel on her. Lucy makes sure to note this before answering haha The best part of this stage of their development is the two way sass. It’s not just Lucy lobbing sass grenades. Tim has his own pile now and is chucking them right back at her. It’s glorious. Brought out his playful/sassy side and it's here to stay.

Nolan asks them if it’s worse to disobey a direct order from your T.O. or to stand by and watch them get killed? Lucy looks Tim in the eyes and says depends on the TO....The Heart Eyes Lucy look at your heart eyes madam. Directed right at him this time. But she doesn't know why she's so invested in him and his love life....So very transparent and I’m not mad at it haha Clearly neither is Tim. He advises Nolan best he can about his situation before he hangs up.

Tim and Lucy are on the perimeter of a stakeout and back to the topic of the day. Tim is irritated because Lucy has shot down every single idea he has had. Lucy reiterates he is picking gifts he would like. (Or the woman sitting to your right would…) Tim once again tries to defend his choices. Saying it's not just guy stuff that Isabel loved doing this kind of stuff for gifts with him.

Let’s take a second to be proud of Tim. A moment of growth is happening here. I want to note and appreciate it. He brought Isabel up. It wasn’t even in a moment of sadness or anger. Lucy replies about her with her own opinion saying Rachel has different interests than she did. Biggest part of this is Tim concedes to her point. No rage or saltiness. Just agreement. He’s come so far. We may now dive back into the scene. This mini rant was sponsored by the ‘I’ll never stop being proud of Tim and his growth’ foundation heh.

Tim FINALLY comes to the conclusion he had been fighting all damn day. Lucy is right and he is wrong LMAO That his ideas aren’t working and he should just listen to her. Lucy knows what she is talking about and should just take her ideas for a gift. Lucy is so cute with her smile and reply and tells him basically haha You know she's thinking what took you so long? This woman been schooling Tim in ‘Lucy Lessons’ long before she coined that in S5.

Just listen to your wife Tim. She’s always right and you benefit from that. Her cute smile in that last gif is the best. She’s won another battle with Tim and knows it. He does too written all over his face. So annoyed she is in the right on this one and he can’t fight it not even a little. Happy wife happy life Timothy hehe. Lucy has his number and there is nothing he can do about it. He tries so hard to push back and not let her further into his life and she continues to creep in. To create more cracks in his armor and slowly destroy that wall of his.

This action shop is epic. Love Chenford coming in like complete BAMF'S to bail out Harper and Nolan. They don't miss a beat before they join them in the fight. I always love watching them in the field together. So in sync. Makes me happy to watch them in action. Such a power couple.

Grey has Harper apologize to John in front of Tim and Lucy. Its for putting him in danger for her own gain. He naturally takes it too far. Makes a meal out of it cause Harper can't stop him. He thinks a lot of himself afterwards till he turns around and sees Tim’s face lmao. The face he’s making in the pic below. The amount of judgement I’m dying. Eric you are a treasure. He tells Nolan ‘You always have to push it….’ So damn funny. Lucy is smiling and trying not to laugh as she follows Tim out. He can’t even with Nolan most of the time and it always cracks me up.

Tim follows Lucy’s advice with Rachel’s gift. He is pretty darn cute when he gives her his gift all poorly wrapped. It is nice to see him excited about someone. After all the drudgery of Isabel Tim deserves this. He deserves the world IMO. But I just love this man to pieces so. He got her a very specific plane for them to build on their date Friday. It’s adorable and Lucy crushed it. Tim knows now going forward how important Lucy's opinion is to him and for him. This is proof of that. I said last review his scenes with Rachel had purpose. This is just another facet of that. This situation proving him to how valuable that opinion is ❤️

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Side notes -non chenford. Now that Nyla has arrived this will get a little beefier. Her intro is epic af. The way she tricks Nolan and finds out he’s a guardian and not a warrior. It’s so funny how badly Nolan bombs his first impression with her.

What I love so much about Nyla is she takes zero crap from Tim. Not even for a second it’s hilarious. She schools him a little too. Her finishing line of their first scene 'Don't get your panties in a twist handsome, not say you're not tough. Just saying you're not me.' Look at Angela's face after she says that LMFAO She knows he just got put in his place. Tim is none too pleased. He doesn’t like how she rubs him the wrong way. Also with her character arc she’s basically the female version of Tim and I love it.

She’s so abrasive in the beginning (just like Tim was….) they gotta be or you wouldn’t see the astounding difference when they grow. Angela is enjoying her cause she gives Tim a hard time it’s so funny. Ever the best friend with him with him when she says 'She loves her' when Nyla walks away hahaha

I do love watching the bond develop between Nyla and John it’s fun to watch. And we get insight into why Harper with her Golden ticket took a position of TO. Her daughter. And so her SL begins and I love it sfm. As always thanks to all of you who like/comment and reblog these reviews. You make my whole day every time it happens. I shall see you all in 2x05 :)

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #waiting on s6 #s2 #2x04 Warriors and Guardians #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim x lucy #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well.#nyla harper #tim bradford x lucy chen

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aamy2100982 · 1 year

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today in: Me trying to forget the current history of the comics and completely ignoring that Venom will meet Spiderman in the movies. A stupid idea of what it would be like if by chance Movie!Eddie and Comic!Eddie switched symbiotes 🎉yiphi🎉

1.- "Let's go for some bad guys"

Venom and Comic!Eddie:

So I keep thinking about Venom constantly bugging Eddie about going after some bad guys. He just replies "Yeah, here we go let me finish this report" the exact same excuse that Movie!Eddie gives them every time. things get strange when Eddie actually saves his report, turns off the computer, gets up from the table and goes to the window leaning until he almost falls, they wait a few seconds and Eddie asks:

– So? Are you going out? Or..

– Wait, really?

– "really" what?

A few more seconds pass and Venom covers Eddie's body to go out to devour some heads, Venom's happiness cannot be explained in those moments.

Venom Symbiont and Movie!Eddie:

The symbiote is not usually begged because Comic!Eddie understands its needs, but this Eddie, Movie!Eddie, oh, if his Eddie was foolish, this was four times as foolish.

– I already said no and it's no

– Come on, I'm dying here!

– Don't be dramatic, have some chocolate bars and shut up, I'm working.

that's enough..

Other than tantrums and complaints, Eddie didn't expect the symbiote to do anything about it. At most he might break some valuable thing like the TV or scratch the couch more than Venom had left it. His surprise was great when he became unconscious and a few hours later he woke up on the roof of a building covered in blood and some bodies around him.

– w-what the fuck did you do?

– Sorry Eddie. Hungry, very hungry, we couldn't contain ourselves

Maybe he would have to rearrange his schedules, because he couldn't afford to be unconscious from time to time and wake up hours later covered in blood in some strange place

2.- Spider web

It had probably been a week since they got together, but Comic!Eddie was still trying to pull cobwebs off his wrists. At first Venom thinks it's weird that he did weird poses with his hands, then they went through Eddie's memories and now they make fun of him every time he tries to pull cobwebs.

While Movie!Eddie was very scared when he realized that cobwebs could come out of his wrists. He had to accept that they are very helpful most of the time, but he is still terrified of flying through the air.

3.- Trust

Venom and Comic!Eddie:

Venom was surprised to feel the trust Eddie placed in them. It was like it was almost impossible for Eddie that something bad could happen between them or that Venom would let something bad happen to him. In part this gave them self-confidence.

Venom Symbiont and Movie!Eddie:

It was difficult for the symbiote to show that Eddie that he could trust them and despite his misunderstandings, he had no reason to fear them. But the symbiote noticed that even with his previous symbiote there was this strange mistrust.

He partly understood, Eddie lives in a world without superheroes or supervillains with superpowers. For him, super powerful beings are just part of movies, series, comics, books...

In general, the fact that one day he was a normal reporter doing his job taking down a large company and the next moment he had a symbiotic alien, with superhuman strength and a fascination for eating brains. at least the Eddie of his universe was somewhat related to the superhumans that lived on his planet, but to this Eddie everything was so new and strange. Maybe things will go slowly, but they will teach this Eddie that he can put his trust in them, come what may.

4.- Anne

Venom and Comic!Eddie:

– Hey, I haven't seen Anne in this universe, where is she?

– Annie? oh amm, she- she died, long long time ago

– WHAT?!!1??1!

Venom Symbiont and Movie!Eddie:

*After Eddie had a call with Anne

– We didn't know that the Anne of this universe was still alive.

– Annie? Well yes, she's not alive in your universe?

– No

– And what happened with her?

– Suicide

*Eddie swallows dry – You say it like you don't care

– Not much really, We don't dislike her or anything, but kept Eddie constantly worried and got in the way of our plans. really annoying.

– oh

Maybe he's considering keeping this symbiote away from Anne.

5.- Flash Thompson

Movie! Eddie and the Venom symbiote are not going to meet Flash in the universe they are in. But I love thinking about Comic!Flash meeting Movie!symbiote, demanding that Eddie give it back.

Venom asking – who is that guy?

and Eddie like – Nobody, don't listen to him, let's just get out of here

6.- Head

Venom Symbiont and Movie!Eddie:

– Why do you always talk in my head?

– ?

– You know, Venom used to stick out a big head and talk to me.

– Oh yeah, we can do something like that

Eddie expected the big head of Venom, big white eyes and long, pointy fangs coated with saliva but instead, a small black tentacle without eyes or mouth came out of his shoulder. It wasn't threatening or creepy, it even seemed kind of cute.

Venom and Comic!Eddie:

Eddie did not comment on the Venom spectacle. But he would like them not to show their teeth so much, he doesn't know if Venom is asking him for things nicely, threatening him or seducing him

I have no ideas anymore, goodbye beautiful people <3

#eddie brock #venom comics #venom movie #venom symbiote #swap au #flash thompson #anne weying #symbrock #veddie #2023 #amy speaks

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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Thanks for answering my ask.....if you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Ooooooh, @elaine2895! You ask the good questions!

Shippy ship ship ships.... I'll list just five, if you don't mind, and some of them will be repeats from the character list I put together yesterday.

The majority of the couples below reflect a factor that I look for the most in dramas. My top three couples exist in their dramas beyond the initial courtship, beyond the first kiss. I like to see couples struggle, deal with problems, work things out. Even in T8S -- we saw an initial encounter, and then saw problems, and then saw the guys work out their problems. What we didn't see in T8S were the problems being worked out INSIDE of the relationship. But we got to see that in the other shows I mention below. I always want to see commitments being strengthened. That's the kind of maturity I look for in shows.

(That being said: She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat is still being written. So who knows what kind of commitment we might see from that dear ship down the road.)

1) Shiro x Kenji/What Did You Eat Yesterday (Kinou Nani Tabeta) -- always and forever my favorite ship. I'm a middle-aged mom. Seeing a couple well into their relationship, and managing their lives and tribulations after years of commitment, is something I want to see in most of my dramas/doramas, QLs or otherwise. I loved the maturity of this show, and this unbelievable couple was the concrete center of the show working fabulously.

2) Adachi x Kurosawa/Cherry Magic -- god, Cherry Magic. The television series was fun and campy. The movie just tore me apart -- it went deep into a kind of emotional switch between Kurosawa and Adachi. While the series had Kurosawa pursuing Adachi, the movie had Adachi emotionally holding Kurosawa down, facing the pressures from their families, facing long distance between them, all of which unsettled Kurosawa, usually the confident and suave perfectionist. I LOVED this emotional switching between the two of them -- as they found their balance with each other. Thinking about their power between each other makes me swoon.

3) Pat x Pran/Bad Buddy -- I couldn't help myself as I was writing this, I had to rewatch bits of episode 12 to remind myself of the utter relief I felt when I realized they had ended up together, despite the massive familiar pressures they faced to stay apart. I reblogged a gif of this yesterday, but the two parts that so move me about that final episode are: when they're looking at the picture board together and narrating the existence of their relationship, and admitting that it's not quite the happy ending that anyone would have expected; and the drinking game at the end, letting loose and being SO in love with abandon. BALANCE. These guys balanced each other out. When one moved away, the other moved closer. When one was down, the other lifted up. Their shared struggle together is something I think about literally every day.

4) Jae Won x Ji Hyun/The Eighth Sense -- I'm gonna go here! They're a new ship. But I love them. OOOOOH, JI HYUN'S SASSINESS! OOOOOOOOOH. The way the country mouse stopped mousing around and stood up for the man he wanted in Jae Won, while Jae Won spent weeks battling guilt and internal demons. Ji Hyun was so driven by love that he literally matured up to get his man. He knew Jae Won was in love with him -- Ji Hyun just had to help Jae Won clear the path. It was Ji Hyun's independent mind that got the ship to work, and I loved that we were able to see that literal internal change unwind over the course of the courtship.

5) Nomoto x Kasuga/She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat -- Lord, help me. The dorama and the manga -- some of the best food QL content ever. Nomoto is SPUNKY. She realizes she is queer, she has a deep and unwinding queer revelation -- and she's DAMN sure of it, and couldn't give a hoot about what anyone thinks about her falling in love with her next-door neighbor, Kasuga. And Kasuga knows, on their own end, what's up. Kasuga's not afraid to make things a little better to draw Nomoto into THEIR life. I love these two. In their dorama, we don't see a conclusion -- we only see Nomoto's queer awakening that she loves Kasuga. But the manga is still being written, and I have very high hopes that we'll see a loop closed in the near future.

Once again, thanks @elaine2895! These are fun to write!

#top 10 ships #top 10 couples #tag game

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dwtsfun · 4 months

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Top 5 Louis Partners

So after a long hiatus, I am back with this series that I like to call "Top 5 Favorite Partnerships". Creative, right? Anyway, we will be doing some pros that I was struggling with before because they were a little more sporadic in their appearances on the show than the staples. I will be doing the staples too. I realized I missed some of them because they weren't quite done with the show the last time I wrote this up.

So we're gonna start with Louis. As many of you know, I have my issues with Louis. But he was a great pro and he did have a few really great partnerships. In fact, he had 6 that I enjoyed a lot. But unfortunately Lisa Rinna didn't make the list after much deliberation. These are the five, however, that made it.

5. Kendra and Louis, Season 12

The reason that I put Kendra over Lisa was because Kendra was a much more natural dancer. These two worked really well together. If they had problems, they hid it well because their dances were mostly full of smiles. Their rehearsal packages were usually pretty fun as well. Kendra wasn't the best dancer on her season and they both knew this. But Kendra was dedicated and each week, she would improve on something. She went out at the right time, so she had a full season in my opinion. These two even pulled out one of my favorite dances of season 12 and one of my all time favorite sambas ever done on the show. Favorite Dances: Rumba, Samba, Cha-cha

4. Niecy and Louis, Season 10

Niecy, like Kendra, was not the best dancer of her season. They knew this. And season 10, like season 12, was one of those seasons that everyone knew exactly who was going to be in the finals. So these two just kinda had themselves a good time. Louis is typically someone that is going to get along with any of his partners. I think that makes him a good teacher, as he can adjust to each of their needs and strengths (and he wasn't cursed with a Kate Gosselin type). Niecy is a comedic actress and comedienne, so they played that up in many of their dances. And when they weren't dancing, he kinda stepped to the side as she would work her charm. I also think these two ended up at 4th for me because clearly, a lot of Louis's teachings have stuck with Niecy for a long time. She gave us the best guest judging appearance of this past season and was maybe a top 2 (non-dancer) guest judge that we have seen on the show. Favorite Dances: Argentine Tango, Viennese Waltz

3. Sabrina and Louis, Season 15

That All Stars season was a mess. I know I keep saying it, but it is true. However, it gave us new and improved versions of Apolo, Shawn, Kelly, and Sabrina. Louis tapped into a part of Sabrina's potential that I'm not sure that Mark would've been able to do. Louis got her to be vulnerable and pull back with her dancing. And that pushed Sabrina to a level of being almost untouchable on that dancefloor. I hate that she was eliminated in week 6 again, as we had just gotten to a point where the competition was gonna get extra interesting. These two had so much more left to give. It still stings that we have never gotten a full DWTS season out of Sabrina. But such is life. Favorite Dances: Waltz, Rumba

2. Kelly and Louis, Season 9

What would this list be without Kelly Osbourne. This was an incredible partnership. It is one that I actually think about at least once a week. The transformation that Louis helped Kelly make over those 10 weeks was one that I will forever remember. If you remember watching The Osbournes (the reality show), you remember how much of a mess Kelly was. She talked about it periodically throughout the years before she was on DWTS and even on the show itself. And you could not only see the major changes in her body, but also in her confidence. On top of all of that, Kelly was also a good dancer. She had great technique, took direction well and shocked me each and every week. I could go on and on about the good things about this partnership, but I have to cut it short. Just know that Louis will forever have my respect for the way that he worked with Kelly and made sure to keep her encouraged throughout their time on the show. Favorite Dances: Viennese Waltz, Quickstep

Monique and Louis, Season 3

So Monique was probably the celeb that solidified me being a DWTS fan. I was a huge HSM fan and loved Taylor, so her being on the show was amazing. Monique was an extremely talented dancer and Louis recognized that from the jump. He always challenged her with difficult and interesting dances and I never felt like they ever rested on their laurels. Outside of her foxtrot and their tango, their entire season was full of hits and I really hate that she didn't make the semis over Joey Lawrence. They had truly incredible dances. Especially because the judges were extra harsh on these two and would nitpick them to death while Joey was kinda blah more often than not, and would tend to score higher. Anyway, this is definitely my favorite Louis partnership and one of my favorite partnerships on DWTS of all time. Favorite Dances: Rumba, Mambo, Cha-cha

#dancing with the stars #dwts #monique coleman #kelly osbourne #sabrina bryan #niecy nash #kendra wilkinson #louis van amstel #top 5 partnerships

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Just realised you have 6 ongoing series 😯

Personally, I'm looking forward to more baking

If you guys haven't already, read Smite's Legendary Cookies

6? Daaaaaamn, I didn't even know myself, lol. Thanks as always for the ask, frisky! Also: wtf is that green thing, Chaewon???

Here is a short update how each series is doing:

Spaceship: Horizon

Bruh. I have my word doc for the next Interlude open for like 2 months but I am never happy when I open it. I'm not happy with what I have, I'm not happy with what I add and I'm not happy with my general idea. Maybe I should fully restart that interlude or skip it? but that seems impossible, so I'm stuck.

Please stay patient, all you S:H fans!

2. T[w]o find each other

Yeah, that bracket thingy was stolen from @midnightdancingsol, and the initial idea too. But after that, it was my crazy horny brain that kick started the first part and it was obvious for me that a second part was needed.

It's also obvious for me that there shall be a third part, but I have no great idea for a continuation/finale for Gaeul and Chaehyun's relationship/predicament, so it will take some time.

3. Classmating

Ah, yes. This series is very close to my heart, so I will only ever write when I feel confident in it and have some creative push. I am also willing to wait a long time for this day to come, which means it could take really, really long or it will pop in your feed in like two weeks.

I promise that Part 3 will be great either way!

4. L4 (Loathing Love)

Part 3 came out not so long ago, and I have some ideas for Part 4. IF I go with the current general direction, Part 4 will not be the Finale, meaning the series will continue beyond it.

As for right now, L4 is low on my priority list, so it will take quite some time for the next chapter!

5. Phone

Phone is unpredictable. If I have a BFH and can fit it into the setting, BOOM new fic in a day. If not, then Phone will be dead until I do a request for it or something. (This makes me realize that some requests are like 6 months old now, okay fuck sorry lol). I have two good idea for Phone in my draft box rn...

Maybe new Phone this month? Who knows...

6. Eleven to One

@sooyadelicacies asked me just a couple of hours ago, when we will collab again... man, work really been pulling me away, huh? Okay, fuck it! I will start a new collab on Eleven to One THIS week (if he is down) and then we'll see how it goes.

I can't get enough of Yujin recently, so this series is def not dead.

Those are all my active or not-so-active series'! Other one shots, quickes and stuff is my main focus rn and there is a LOT to come.

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happyk44 · 8 months

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Legit if I ever did become a semi-popular author (and by that I mean like. 20 ppl I don't know and didn't coerce into buying my books out of family/friendship committment bought and read my stuff and liked it), I would v likely not stop writing fanfic

Bc 1) um. I have way too many ideas that are not easily transferrable to original WIPs and also I do not want more original fucking WIPs okay Bc that requires more than one draft and fanfic is v much write publish and move on for me 🤷‍♂️

And 2) I just don't care. I will v likely never be Trad published BC I just dont have the energy to:

Write multiple drafts

Then shop them to different agencies with my fingers crossed

Revise and go through another draft, possibly multiple of them, if I get picked up by an agent

Shop to different publishers with my fingers crossed

Revise and go through another draft, possibly multiple of them, if I get picked up by a publisher

Do a whole bunch of marketing in between

Probably some other shit I forgot about that will take time and energy that I don't have Bc I work a day job and have chronic illnesses and spend most of my free time asleep anyway

I also just. Don't vibe with the idea that someone can look at my outline, my characters, my story, and all the work I put into it and say "actually scrub these parts out, they're not sellable". I don't like the idea of another person or company owning my story. And I don't have the capacity to write to market. I want to make weird shit that clicks with like 4 people. I don't want to have to sanitize anything.

And I take too long to write as is and with Trad publishing we've got a deadline breathing down my neck. At least if I stick to self-publishing, my drafts can take as long as they want from first to final, with all the editing and beta reading I need in between. Costly? Yeah, that's why the first round of books I've ever published were untouched by outside eyes Bc I was young and broke.

But I have a decent job now and I'm older and more confident in my skills so like. I don't mind putting in a chunk of change, only to come out at a loss in the end 😂 I just want ppl to read it. I don't need all the bells and whistles.

So, yeah, without the weight of "Trad publishers typically want you to scrub away any fanfic you might have", I don't really see the need to kick it to the curb. I like writing fanfic. If I wanna take time between drafts, or while I'm waiting for beta/editor feedback, and scribble out some drabbles or another fucking 60k masterpiece that like 5 people read because I wanna write but I'm too tired to fuck with another original piece, I can do it.

If I got offered smth by a small/indie publisher, I might be happy to take them up on it because they tend to be more forgiving of the weird and wonderful, but I don't like leaving people in the lurch because I'm a slow writer, which is why I really hate that I have those 4 ongoing fics still posted on ao3, and why my plan is to just fucking write and complete the whole series before I even hit publish on book 1 for any future series I may write Bc I don't wanna throw out book one, get at least one person invested, and then take five years to spit out book two.

(plus I get worried that I'll hit publish, start book two and realize I need to change smth in the story that requires going back and changing things in book one 😩 and like yes. I fully outline all books in a series before I hit publish, but hey, outlines are subject to change Bc stories are flexible)

Plus again 3) I like writing fanfic. I like playing with characters and settings I didn't create. I like writing meta and unhinged nonsense abt them. It's a different kind of imagination, and I enjoy it! I don't wanna have to stop unless I'm busy with other shit. And even then, I'd still like the opportunity to return if I wanted without have to orphan or plonk my shit under Anonymous. They're my stories!!

Anyway. Idk. Fingers crossed I finish a draft of smth end of next year 🤷‍♂️

#happy's babblings #i know i mumble about this a lot but I've neen having a go of it lately and not being able to write my og shit is really stressing me out

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

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Includes- Uneasy meeting of ex, explanation of toxic relationship, ex creepy behavior, nightmare, oral, sex, riding, missionary, Changkyun is obsessed with kissing reader

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"Wah this isn't what I ordered", she whines, sipping the coffee

"So go change it", I shrug, starting to eat my food

We forgot to go food shopping last week and when we woke up this morning, there was nothing to eat

We agreed to go get food then go food shopping

A task I abhor but she refuses to go without me

Something about me complaining that she forgot to get me something or whatever

So I have to go whenever she says

And since she does most of the cooking, I agreed to go whenever she wants to

"You ordered it! That means you got the wrong thing!", she exclaims

I shrug, "Sorry. But I'm eating"

She glares at me, then stands up and heads back to the counter

I just shrug and keep eating, scrolling on my phone

I finish my food and after awhile, I realize that she's not back yet

It doesn't take that long to get a new coffee

And her food is cold

Lifting my head, I look around for her

And when I spot her I see her talking to this guy

Seriously?

I don't have all day and she seriously needs to pick up a guy now?

I'm about to roll my eyes when she looks over his shoulder at me, worry in her eyes

And fear

She's scared of this guy, I realize

And it hits me that this has to be her ex she was telling me about yesterday

Because I've seen her with guys, flirting and she never looked like this before

She never looked at me while she was talking to a guy

She never looked scared

And wait, how did he find her?

He just texted her yesterday and from the way she looks now, I doubt she texted him or told him where she was

That means he found her or followed her

She tried to tell me about him and I brushed her off when she confided in me

I didn't listen, I made it seem like she was being dumb to make it such a big deal

Then I tried to make her forget with sex

I feel like such an ass

God I'm a crappy friend

But I'll fix it, I'll help her and an idea forms in my head

Getting up, I walk toward them

"I don't think that's a good idea", she's saying

"Why not? I still have feelings for you and we can try again. Give me another chance", he says, grabbing her hand

"Hyun, it's not going to work with us", she answers, trying to pull her hand away from him but he holds on

Is he serious?

Doesn't he feel her trying to pull away from him?

Why is he still holding on to her against her will?

"But why? Why are you so against me?"

He seriously needs to back off

He sounds so desperate

She said no, twice from what I heard

"Because she's with me", I snap, walking around him and putting my arm around her

"Who the fuck are you?", he snaps, narrowing his eyes, dropping her hand

"Her boyfriend"

Her eyes widen as she looks at me

I just smile at her

"Her...she didn't say anything about a boyfriend"

"Because we're not telling random people about us", I answer

He needs to stop the questions

It's annoying

"Uh how...how long?"

"None of your business. You need to stop hitting on my girlfriend", I growl, "Who the fuck are you anyway?"

"Hyun", he answers

"Which tells me nothing about why you're speaking to my girlfriend", I snap

"I'm her....ex"

So he admits it

In front of her "boyfriend"

Ballsy

"Right. Well I doubt she wants to speak to you", I snarl

"Why don't you ask her instead of talking for her?"

Oh god, I want to smack the shit out of him

"Jagi, do you wanna talk with him? I can go back to the table and wait for you"

She doesn't answer and I think she's still processing what's going on with me acting as her boyfriend

I face her, running my fingers in her hair, "I'll go back to the table ok jagi"

I kiss her cheek, then turn to walk away

Her hand shoots out and she grabs mine, squeezing hard

I knew that would make her react

It was a shitty move but I had to do it to get her to show this creep she doesn't want to be near him

"I...uh we have to go", she tells Hyun, "We have somewhere to be"

She looks at me, pleading in her eyes to take her away

"Yeah jagi. We're gonna be late"

"Uh Jo, can...can we talk another time?"

Man he doesn't give up

"I don't think so. It's not a good idea", she says

"But-"

"I..I'm with Changkyun and I'm not leaving him. We're over. We've been over Hyun."

He shakes his head and I'm getting pissed off

I stand in front of her, keeping her hand in mine

"You're going to back off. She's with me. We love each other. You're not getting her back. And you don't want to piss me off", I glare at him

"C'mon jagi", I tell her, leading her away from him

She follows, her hand still tight around mine

We leave the cafe and go straight to the car

Locking the door, I start the car and drive

"Joanne-"

"I don't want to talk about it"

Alright

I get she still maybe shaken up but she's going to have to talk to me about it sometime soon

Clearly I underestimated this guy

I won't again

"Alright. Where do you want to go?"

"Supermarket"

"Seriously?", I ask

She's clearly upset and food shopping is not something that we have to do right now

"We need food Changkyun. There's none in the apartment"

"But we can do that later-"

"Just drive there!", she shrieks and makes me jump

Glancing over at her, she's curled into a ball, biting her nails and staring out the window

Her other hand is twisting in her sweatpants

She's really terrified and it upsets me

I reach out and take her hand, lacing it with mine and I notice her hand shaking, upsetting me more

Bringing her hand to my face, I kiss the back of it

She glances over at me and gives me a small sad smile before she looks back out the window

She's really scared and I don't like that

I don't like this guy, I don't like the way he makes her feel, the way he's changing her

She's normally spunky, sarcastic and sassy, especially with me

Seeing her nervous, scared and sad is not something I'm used to and it bothers me

For some reason it makes me want to make her happy

Comfort her, assure her I won't let anything happen to her

But I don't know how to tell her this so I keep quiet and just hold her hand

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Watching her put the food away in our cabinets, I don't know what to do

She won't let me help her

While we went shopping, she was quiet the whole time, just speaking when she would ask me if I wanted something

This time was the fastest we ever went food shopping

She was just throwing things in and walking so fast, I was having a hard time keeping up and pushing the cart

I guess she just wanted to come home quickly

When she finishes, she just passes right by me, going into her room

Ok, I need to talk to her

Find out about this guy and why she's so scared

Walking to her room, I knock on her open door

She looks up from her sitting position on her bed

"Can I come in?", I ask

She nods

Moving to the other side of her bed, I sit next to her

"So tell me"

She shakes her head

"Please? I have to know what we're dealing with"

"We?"

"Of course we. We live together, Jo and to him I'm your boyfriend. I need to know what we're facing"

She's quiet and I give her some time

I know it's hard to talk about so I'm not going to rush her

I had my fair share of girlfriends I never want to talk about again

And I get her situation was different, possibly abusive, at the least creepy

So I'll wait

I take her hand again, holding it to reassure her I'm here

"I got with Hyun when we were in high school. When we were seventeen. He's the first guy I ever fell in love with. At first he was amazing. Attentive, loving, caring, sweet. Everything a girl could want in a boyfriend"

I nod

I get it

I saw how couples in high school were

Lovey dovey and all that

Not me

I just cared about fucking

"When did that change?", I ask

"When we graduated. I went to college, he went to work. And he became jealous. Any friend I made, he grilled me about them."

Yeah sounds like a creep

"He got very possessive. Never wanting me to hang out with anyone but him. Called me a slut or a whore when I did go out with friends. Telling me I'm his. The creepiest thing was when he'd ask me stuff I did during the day when I was at school and he was supposed to be at work. Things I didn't have the chance to tell him before he asked about it"

So he followed her or had someone else follow her

"I got a part time job at the bookstore at my college. He knew my schedule and would come while I was working. Complain about me working instead of being with him"

He sounds like a possessive nut

I don't know what guys like him think when they do shit like this

Do they think the girl will like that?

Because nine times out of ten, the girl hates it

"It was getting to be too much. I was scared to do anything he didn't want me to do because he would get angry and punch things like the wall or tables, throw things. It was stressing me out. I left him. And his behavior got worse. That's why I moved here six years ago"

Wait

That's a whole lot of information I need to process

"You aren't from here?"

She shakes her head, "No. I'm from Daejeon. After he got worse, my parents suggested I go away to school. I found a school here, dropped out of my other one and came here without telling him."

"So you just disappeared?"

She nods

I mean I get it, I'd want to leave too but it probably fucked with him more, making sure he'd come after her

There was no real good option for her

"You didn't get a restraining order?", I ask

That seems like the way to go

"Of course I did. But he didn't follow it. After the first few times he was arrested and still kept ignoring the restraining order, I knew I had to do something else. Moving was the only option"

I understand

She was scared and it seemed like the best option

"Can I ask what you mean by he got worse? I mean it already sounds like his behavior was bad, how could it be worse?"

"By showing up to my classes. He would be standing outside the classroom door when the class ends, waiting for me. He would follow me everywhere. Show up to whatever I was doing whether it was work, school or hanging out with friends. He was always there. Stood outside my house at night so I knew he was there. Constant calling and texts. I was nervous and scared all the time. I quit my job and stopped going out except to class then home. He wouldn't leave me alone", she explains

Man, he's an asshole

You'd think he'd get it with a restraining order

"The first year I moved here, I was like that. Always looking over my shoulder, wondering if he'd find me. If I'd just turn around and he'd be there, staring at me. I couldn't focus on school. I took a year off and got a job instead. After a year of nothing from him, I relaxed. And as years past I relaxed more and more"

"But you never went back to school", I point out

She shrugs, "Tattooing pays better"

Well she does work at a high end tattoo shop that pays her ridiculously well, so I guess she's right there

She's well known in the Korean tattoo world and her schedule is always booked months in advance

She makes bank at her job

"I thought I was good. I mean it's been six years. But he found me. He told me he spent six years trying to find me. And if he spent six years looking for me then that means he'll spend his whole life chasing me. I won't be safe anywhere. Unless I leave Korea. And even then, he'll find me"

She's panicking, her body trembling slightly, tears in her eyes

I immediately put my arm around her, pulling her against me, hugging her

"You'll be safe Jo. I'll keep you safe ok?"

She shakes her head, "You can't. He...he hates any guy that's around me. My friends, my guy friends, they would try to defend me, tell him to fuck off and he always lost it. Fought with them. Fist fights, beating my friends up. When he gets like that he's freakishly strong. He'll come after you. I don't want you to get hurt. It's not worth it"

"I'm not scared of him Joanne. He can come after me. I'll kick his ass. I don't care"

I don't

She's my friend and she's a girl

I'm not letting any girl get hurt while I'm around

Not happening

"No", she shakes her head, "I'm not letting you get hurt. I'll just find somewhere else to move to. Maybe I'll stay with my cousin in Florida. That's far enough away for now"

Florida?

As in the U.S?

No, she can't go

That's crazy

She can't upend her life for this idiot

"Jo, no. Just no. You shouldn't have to run because this mook is back. Your life is here, your job is here. Your parents, siblings are here, in this country. You belong here. And I promise, I'm going to protect you. He already thinks I'm your boyfriend, so let's just keep it like that for now."

"I don't know", she says softly

"Just give it a shot", I urge, "If it doesn't work then you can leave. But don't just give up your life without a fight"

She looks down, not saying anything for a few minutes

"Fine", she finally says, "But if he comes after you, if he hurts you then it's over ok?"

I nod to placate her but even if there is a confrontation, I'm not letting her throw her life away for this guy

No way

She leans her head on my shoulder, hugging me

I hold her too, knowing she just wants some comfort right now

This whole meeting was a surprise and stressful for her, so I'll hold her for as long as she needs me to

I run my fingers in her long hair hoping I'm making her feel at least a little bit better

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"Changkyun fuck", she moans, her body shaking as she cums

I keep licking her, swallowing her sweet cum

I've never tasted anything like her and I'm addicted

When she relaxes, I run my tongue up and down her cunt more

"Kyun", she whines

"More baby. You can cum so much more than that"

As I keep licking, she starts moaning in pleasure again

She becomes so much more wet, soaking my face

I don't care

I love when it's messy like this

It means she's really into it

Her hand brushes in my hair, holding it off my face

My eyes flicker to her

Her head is back against the arm of the couch, eyes closed, chest heaving

I can't help but smirk then look back to her pretty pussy

Yeah I'm giving it to her good

Sliding my tongue inside her, I lick up and out, all the way up her cunt ending with sucking on her clit

"Yes Changkyun. Fuck"

Doing the movements over and over bring her closer and closer

I'm going at it, excitedly waiting for her orgasm when the doorbell rings

I stop, looking up, "What the fuck?"

"It's the food Kyun. Remember? We ordered food then you just grabbed me"

"And I've been eating ever since"

"God Kyun really?"

Giving her a long lick, I nod

The bell rings again and she moves to get up

"C'mon", I whine

"Oh my god Changkyun. We can't leave the guy outside. Let me just get the food"

"Then you come right back here and open your legs for me again. I'm not done"

She giggles, a sound which I am finding cuter and cuter as the days go by

"Ok"

"Put my shirt on", I say, picking it up from the floor and tossing it at her

She puts it on, it only covering her naked body up to her mid thighs

I'm aware that she looks amazing in my t-shirt

She's never worn my clothes before, but it's turning me on so much right now

She leaves the living room and I hear her open the door

I just lay there, waiting for her

"What are you doing here?", I hear her ask, panic in her voice

I don't hear the reply or the voice of whoever is at the door

"How do you know where I live?"

That gets my attention and I get up, quickly putting my sweat pants on

Going into the hall, I see her at the end, the door slightly open and she's looking through the crack, her hand on the knob gripping it so tightly her knuckles are white

What the hell?

"I saw you coming in here", the male voice says

Hyun's voice

Anger flares in me

What the fuck, did he follow her?

"You followed me?", she asks her voice rising

"No. I was driving home and I saw you."

He's a liar

I'll end this shit now

"Jagi what's taking so long", I ask, coming behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist

She jumps before looking back at me

I don't like how this guy has her so jumpy and frightened

I look at him and roll my eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?", he snaps

"Well first off, I live here", I growl enjoying the look of utter surprise on his face, "And second, I was eating out my girlfriend before you so rudely stopped me"

"Oh my god", she whispers, her face turning an adorable shade of red

"You...were....", he trails off like his brain can't take the information

"Eating her cunt. Then she was gonna ride me. And I'd like to get back to that so bye"

I close the door and lock it

"Changkyun", she starts but I grab her and pick her up making her squeal

"Don't worry about it jagi. Need you now", I tell her

Carrying her back to the couch, I sit with her in my lap

Lifting myself up, I pull my sweatpants down, so hard already

That dumb ass interrupted us

And yes I'm angry that he knows where we live but seeing her in my shirt is driving me crazy

Holding myself up, I push her down, impaling her on my cock, pleasure running down my spine

"Shit", she shivers, taking all of me in perfectly, "I thought you wanted to e-"

"Need to be inside you right now. My cock hurts and your cunt wrapped around me will make it feel better. I'll eat your cunt later. Promise"

"Jesus", she whimpers

She makes a move to take my t-shirt off but I stop her

"No baby, keep it on"

She raises her eyebrow and I know she's gonna tease me

I'm ok with that

"Really? You like me wearing your clothes?", she smirks

I grip her hips hard and thrust up into her making her moan, "You have no fucking idea"

I keep thrusting up and she wraps her arms around my neck, holding on

"You in my shirt is driving me crazy. So fucking sexy.", I growl, kissing her neck, "Do you feel how hard it makes me?"

"Yes fuck, yes. So hard Kyun. So good", she whimpers

Every thrust makes her soak my cock and my lap, makes her cunt squeeze and throb on me

"Ride me baby", I request, "I need to see you bouncing on my cock"

She immediately starts moving, up and down, grinding against me

So fucking good

My hands move under the shirt, my fingers grazing her soft hot skin

Her fingers play with the back of my hair and I look up at her, surprised at how beautiful she is

Why didn't I realize this before?

Her eyes are closed and she's biting her lip, face in pleasure

And I just have to kiss her

I never kissed her before but I have the overwhelming feeling that I need it

And I'm not going to fight that feeling

Putting my hand on the back of her neck, I pull her to me, my lips against hers

Stars burst in my vision the second her lips touch mine

Holy fuck

She melts into me, kissing me back immediately, her tongue slipping in my mouth

I keep kissing her, wrapping my hand around her breast, my thumb playing with her nipple

"Mmmm", she moans in my mouth, her cunt strangling my cock

She moves faster, then next time she comes down, I shift her and my cock slams into her spot, deep inside her

Her body arches, her hands pulling my hair, pulling away and screaming my name

"Changkyun oh my god!"

"Yes baby girl. Cum on my cock", I urge her, thrusting up into her again, right against her spot

"Yes Kyunnie, more. Fuck again!", she cries

We move together and she shouts my name, coming and shaking in my arms, her pussy giving me so much pleasure

As she cums, I press my fingers into her clit, rubbing it in circles to get her to cum again right away

It works when she cries out, shaking so hard in my arms and I feel her throbbing cunt flood my cock

"Yes good girl. Feels good?"

She nods, moaning loudly

Working on a third orgasm, I lift my shirt up, exposing one of her boobs and I latch on to her nipple sucking hard

"Kyunnie fuck. Don't stop"

Oh I'm not stopping

Not a chance in hell

I play with her other nipple, fucking into her and rubbing her clit

She gasps, getting closer again when the doorbell rings

Again

Motherfucker

"It's the food", she gasps

Or it's Hyun

Either way, we're not answering the door

"Kyun", she says

"No. You're staying here", I demand

"But...they'll take the food away"

"Don't care", I answer, licking around her nipple, "I'll buy more food"

Sucking her nipple back in my mouth, I tug and bite it

"Oh god", she shudders as I slam her spot, making her orgasm again, "Changkyun!"

Blinding pleasure takes over me and I can't stop it

"I'm coming!", I yell, emptying into her tight cunt, her pussy milking my cock for all my cum

And while the pleasure starts ebbing away, I pull her back to me, kissing her hard

I shift us, moving her on her back with me on top of her, my cock still buried inside her

It feels so good, so warm inside her as she kisses me, her tongue moves against mine

I just want to kiss her

And keep kissing her

She kisses me back, her fingers running through my hair, her legs still around me

I can't get enough

Why can't I get enough of her kisses?

I don't know but I'm not stopping

Moving my hands under my shirt, I touch her body lightly, loving the shivers I feel under my fingertips

I'm slowly getting hard inside her again

Something that hasn't ever happened to me before but I'm not fucking questioning it

Once I'm fully hard, I pull out then slam back in hard, swallowing her moan

I keep my body right against hers as I move, plunging deep inside her as she takes my whole cock with every thrust

Moving my hands to her breasts, I play with her nipples, my lips moving to her neck, kissing and sucking her skin

I don't know what the fuck is going on with me or my body, but everything inside me is screaming to be with her, be inside her, feel her

And I'm not fighting it

"Jagi, you feel so good", I whimper in her neck

Her hands are on my back, touching me all over, moaning my name over and over

Hearing my name, drives me to move faster, hitting her spot every time

Fluttering around my length hard and fast drives me insane, drives the pleasure up

"Cum for me jagi. Please baby. Fall apart for me", I beg her

"Changkyun", she whimpers, clenching my cock over and over, soaking me in her cum

"Yes fuck, that's it baby. Good girl", I breathe, in so much pleasure, "Please jagi, one more"

She nods, "Kiss me"

I fucking will

Any time

Crashing my lips to hers, I move my tongue in her mouth, playing with hers as I move, snapping my hips, hitting her spot consistently

I just want to feel her cum around me again

I can't fucking get enough of it

We have been having sex so much since I told her dumbass ex that I'm her boyfriend

It's not like we can go out and fuck anyone anymore

He's proven to be a stalker and we don't know if or when he's watching us or where he'll show up

So naturally we just gravitated towards each other more

And it's fucking amazing

She's always ready anytime I am

And if I thought I was addicted to her orgasms before, then I'm obssessed with them now

I move faster, pounding her into the couch, chasing not my own orgasm but hers

She flutters around me, so fucking wet and I know she's gonna cum

I keep kissing her, tongue down her throat, moving my arms around her, holding her against me

Her small body shakes against me as I swallow all her moans

She arches into me, yelling my name as I move my lips to her neck, feeling her lose it on my cock

"Changkyun!"

"Please baby, yell my name louder", I beg, knowing that it'll make me finish

"Changkyun", she screams, her orgasm ongoing, sending shivers down my spine

Slamming inside her, I yell her name, coming hard, blinding pleasure consuming me

Oh god, it's amazing, I can't fucking believe it

When it's over, I slump against her exhausted

I slowly feel her arms wrap around me, her fingers playing with my hair and her lips kissing my forehead

And I don't know why, but I love it

I hug her, keeping my head on her chest, both of us holding each other in comfortable silence

I hear her heart beating under my ear and I lift my head slightly, kissing her chest where her heart is

Laying my head back down, I listen to her heart letting the sound lull me to sleep

Right before I completely drift off, I glance up at her and smile seeing her already comfortably asleep

I close my eyes, a stupid smile on my face as I fall asleep

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I wake up feeling uneasy

Like something is wrong

Which is strange in itself since I rarely wake up during the night

When I sleep, I'm out for the night

But something is telling me to get up and check things out

Just to be safe

Forcing myself up, I open my door and hear yelling, immediately snapping me awake

The cries are coming from her room

Running to her door, I open it, calling her name and running to her side

"Jo"

Her eyes are closed and she's asleep but I think she's having a nightmare

Her fingers are clutching the sheets tightly, her body shaking, her face in fear and she's making scared sounds

"Jo", I call, softly shaking her arm, "Jo wake up"

It takes a few shakes until she wakes up

And when she does, her eyes fly open and she sits straight up, terror on her face

"No go away!", she cries

"Jo, it's me", I tell her, sitting in front of her, her terrified eyes on me, "It's ok. It's me"

"Kyun? How? But you were..... You.."

"It was a nightmare"

"A night-", she stops then bursts into tears

I immediately pull her to me, engulfing her in a hug and rubbing her back

Jesus that had to be one terrifying nightmare

"It's ok Jo. It wasn't real. Whatever it was, it wasn't real"

She sobs into my neck, her body trembling, clinging on to me

"It's ok", I keep repeating but it doesn't seem to be doing anything

She's just scared

"Do you want to try to lay down?"

"No!", she shouts, "No don't go, please. I don't want to be in here alone"

"Ok Jo. Ok.", I whisper, holding her tighter

After a few minutes, she still hasn't calmed down and she won't tell me what the nightmare was about

I think I should take her out of her room for a little, just until she calms down

I manuver her into my lap, then stand up, carrying her to my room

Getting in my bed with her, I lay down, pulling her on top of me, my arms encircling her and holding her tightly

She buries her face in my neck, sobbing softly and it's breaking my heart

"It's ok jagi", I whisper, kissing her forehead, "It's was just a dream. Whatever it was wasn't real"

She shakes her head, "But it can be"

What does that mean?

She's dreaming of something that can actually happen?

That worries me a little

"What did you dream?", I ask, hoping she'll finally tell me

"Hyun....he...hurt you. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, I couldn't stop him. He just....wailed on you. There was blood everywhere. You passed out. Then....then he grabbed me, making me go with him"

That is a horrible dream

I know she had it because he showed up at our apartment today

He knows our address and she's terrified

Fucking asshole is torturing her in her sleep too

But that stops now

"That is not going to happen jagi. His dumbass can't beat me up. He'd never win against me. And I would never let anything happen to you ok? He's not taking you anywhere you don't want to go ok?"

"Kyun, you can't-"

"Shush Jo. I promise you, nothing is going to happen. It was just a dream. It's not real and it won't be real. You're safe", I assure her

She doesn't answer, just clings to me

It's alright

She doesn't have to answer me as long as she knows I'll protect her

"You want to try to sleep?", I ask

"I don't want to go back to my room alone"

I make a decision

Normally we don't sleep together unless it's after sex

But I can't put her back in her room alone

So she stays with me tonight

"You don't have to baby. You can stay here with me"

"Are you sure?", she asks in a small voice

"Yeah jagi. I'm sure. Stay here. I'll hold you all night ok and if you have another nightmare, just wake me up"

"But why?"

"Because I don't want you to be scared. And I'll help you feel better ok? It's not a problem"

She nods, "Ok"

She holds onto me tightly and I just softly play with her hair, rub her back, anything to keep her calm enough to fall asleep

Little by little, I feel her body relax against me, her hard grip on me becoming loose

Her breathing evens out and I know she's asleep

I really don't like that this guy is messing with her

Invading her dreams, making her wake up in a sheer panic and hysterical

I've never seen her like this and I don't like it

Next time I see that motherfucker, I'm confronting him

No doubt about that

He will stay away from her or he will have a massive problem

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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Hello Precious Kate!

I was just drinking coffee and then I got lost in my thoughts until I had a realization-

Can-

Can you maybe..if you feel okay, make Part 4 of Platonic Yandere! Mafia! Whitebeard Pirates! with Teen! Y/n?..

She woked up in Pops cabinet and heard few whispers from several people. When she woke up - the first thing she noticed was a gigantic man sitting in front of her.

She could recognize him immediately. A man that she met by the will of fate.

Whitebeard himself.

She couldn't stop trembling and sweating of how nervous and scared she was. She could only look at the floor with non-blining stare despite the fact that she was being watched.

Everyone was here, Ace, Marco, Vista and others were here.

She wanted to cry but yet she just lowered her head and closed her eyes with hope that this is just a horrible nightmare.

I just really wanted to see their reaction and what would they say. Honestly, you can make it as a drabble if you want.

I just...I just had not really good day and sharing the idea with you someway helps me.

Have a great day!

I'm so sorry you aren't having a great day! I hope this makes you smile!

Also, I think this is a good one to end this series! I've loved writing them so far, so I thank you for the amazing ideas! Of course, you can request more Yandere Whitebeard pirates, I really don't mind. But this would be a good time to end this one, just to go with the story.

There were voices all around her. Laughing, arguing, and more. She didn't want to open her eyes, remembering the man who kidnapped her. The men talking were probably the ones who kidnapped her family, too.

She wanted to cry at the thought of her brother and father gone. They must've experienced a horrible death, all because of her. Were they going to kill her, too? Torture her? Maybe even worse?

A sudden, gentle kick to her leg brought her eyes to open. She suddenly sits up, scrambling backwards as a crowd of men stood in front of her. Her back met the cold, wood wall.

"Don't hurt her!" A shirtless man with black hair yelled at the man next to him.

The man next to him had a white buttoned-down shirt that was opened to show his chest and stomach. He had blond hair and folded his arms. "I didn't hurt you, you idiot! I would never!"

But (Y/N)'s eyes landed on a big man who sat on a wooden box. He was the only one sitting down. This guy had a long white mustache, curving up to his ears.

"That's enough." His voice almost made the whole place shake. Everyone went silent, looking at the man. "Hello, (Y/N)." He greets her gently.

Her body shook as she hugs her knees. She was terrified of them, couldn't even speak.

"My name is Edward Newgate." He frowned at her shaking body. "I promise, we don't want to hurt you. I hope you understand, but we did this to protect you." He tries to reason.

"P-protect me?! You kidnapped my brother and father! You probably killed them, too!" Somehow, she was more furious then frightened. But that confidence quickly went away when the man shows a deep frown.

"Your family? They were treating you horribly. So, we had to protect you somehow. From them. I don't understand why you are so upset."

"Th-they were my family..." She scrabbles to say, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I see. It looks like you'll have to stay in here until you realize we are your saviors. We saved you from your family's torture." With that, he stood up, walking out of the room. All of the men followed behind him, besides one in particular.

The black-haired man who kidnapped her. He stepped closer, crouching down to her level.

"Wh-where am I...?" She asks the man before he could speak.

Ace smiles. "We're on a boat. About ready to move to another city."

She was shocked. A boat? Then she couldn't escape!

"Don't be scared. We'll protect you, forever."

He locks the door behind him, his footsteps getting further and further away.

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Grief

Chapter four: Cassian Andor

Series Summary: Raised on Mandalore, born into a bloodline of warriors, no one ever expected for the daughter of a Clan leader to go rogue. Leaving the life of security and making the journey to fight in the war against the empire meant many things... giving up the way of the Mandalore, and giving up a solid future. A future that involves an arranged marriage to a foundling from another clan.

Chapter Warnings: suggestive conversation (literally nothing ignore this)

Words: 3.3k

A/n: i like Cassian Andor and it shows.... Din is husband but Cassian is like side hoe yk

Part 4/?

"It's really cold here. Probably not that cold, but for someone who lived on a desert planet all their life..." I trailed off, wrapping my arms around myself tightly.

Cassian chuckled at me, shrugging off his leather jacket before wrapping it around my shoulders.

"You're going to hate the planet Hoth... we have a head base there," He said, making sure I was warm before he looked back out into the horizon. "Snow as far as you can see."

"Sounds awful."

"It is, but it's all part of the experience. All for the cause," He seemed happy whenever the conversation of the rebellion arose.

He'd taken me to a small hangover on the side of the mountian that was just off to the corner of the base. The moonlight danced over the rivers that weaved in in out of the forrest patches, and if it had been warmer, I would have loved to spend more time here.

The man next to me seemed to have gone quiet, and I couldn't help but have a few questions for him.

"How long have you been apart of all this?" I didn't think it was that deep of a question, and surely there shouldn't be any trouble answering the question.

"Since I was six," He let out. My eyes widened in surprise but after a moment I realized he must have been kidding, so I laughed.

"That wasn't a joke," He raised an eyebrow at me. When my face instantly lost all sense of humor at his words, he in turn chuckled lightly. "It may be surprising, but some of us started as kids. We were smart enough to know what was going on, and figured whatever we could do to help, would."

"What about your parents? Were they rebels too?" I asked quizzically, trying to lean over and see his facial expression.

"No. My father was killed during the clone wars, and my mother..." he trailed off, shaking his head and pressing his lips in a thin line. "My mother died when I was eight."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-"

"It's okay..." He turned his head towards me for a second before shifting it back to the view.

He seemed to be getting emotional by this point, and it made me sad to think that maybe I was the cause. Maybe I shouldn't have gone too far in asking him about his parents. I didn't want to keep him down this sad and dark path of memories, so I changed the subject.

"So what do you do now? In the rebellion I mean..." I suggested. He seemed to perk up at this and relaxed a little, letting himself exhale a deep breath he didn't think he was holding in.

He smirked towards my direction, raising one eyebrow and giving me a little tilt of his head, conveying a sudden jolt of confidence. "I'm a spy."

"A spy?" My eyebrows shot up my forehead and to tell you I had been surprised was an understatement. "I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting that."

"No one usually does, that's the point," He laughed, leaning and brushing his shoulder against me. It felt nice, but for some reason, it reminded me of someone else. Someone I thought I would have rid my mind of soon.

"I've never met a spy before. Do you have any code names or anything?" I smiled, my question seemed to make him smile too, but he shook his head.

"No, people on the opposite side don't usually live long enough to learn my name anyways," He meant it as a joke, but it somewhat got inside my head. He's killed people. Of course he has, this is a galactic war. Probably everyone in this base has killed at one point or another. Maybe I would too. "What's wrong?"

"I've never hurt anyone in that kind of capacity before. I've never killed anyone...." I began, but it wasn't what I really wanted to say. What I really wanted was to ask a follow up question. "What's it like? Does it feel wrong?"

"The first few times it gets to your head. After that it just becomes essential to survive and you don't feel anything, you get used to it," He admits.

I didn't think I could just get used to it. Even if it was just apart of the war. I didn't ever want to be desensitized to battle that much that if I had been in a situation that I had to kill someone I would do it without having a single thought about it afterwards. Good or bad, that is a person's life, and everyone deserves redemption.

"Do you think I'll ever kill anyone?" I asked him seriously. I'm sure at some point I would have to, but I didn't want to.

"Eventually maybe. The rebellion might harden you up..." he trailed off, brushing a piece of hair out of my face and behind me ear so he could see my face. "But until then I don't think you would. You're too innocent."

Innocent may not have been the best word to describe me, after all I was harshly trained from childhood in the ways of the mandalorians, and the battle techniques that were passed down to me were far from innocent. However, I never killed anyone, nor did I see anyone killed.

"My family was made up of warriors. I'm not that innocent," I tried to convince him, but he shook his head.

"Trust me, you are," He told me, giving me another brush of his arm against mine. I couldn't tell if he was trying to show me interest, or if he was just being friendly. I couldn't tell, for situations like this never happened to me. That's not true. Just the other night, Din was sitting beside me just the same as Cassian was now. Din showed interest. He wrapped his cape around my shoulders. He held my hand when I needed him to. He let me lay my head on his shoulder. Cassian wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, but would he let me hold his hand? Would he let me lay my head on his shoulder?

Maybe sometime in the future. Maybe he would be the person to help me forget Din Djarin. Forget the strong mandalorian who came directly to my clan and asked for my hand in marriage.

My head floated in the thoughts it carried, and I simply couldn't seem to focus on one thought. I needed to focus on the view instead, because it would keep me from thinking about my home world, the planet I left and all the people on it. They would be okay without me. Din promised me they would, so I didn't need to worry. I just needed to live my life from this point forward, with the rebellion. I chose this.

The words he had spoken a moment ago were still somewhat plaguing my mind. Not in a good way. What did he mean that I was so innocent?

"How so?" I piped up after a long moment of not speaking. He turned his head and squinted at me, smirking before turning back towards the moonlit rivers.

"The fact that you don't know, just proves my point. You're very innocent," He said matter of factly. It wasn't even the words themselves, but the tone they were spoken in that riled me up so much.

"Tell me, I wanna know. How do I make myself not innocent?" I didn't like that he wouldn't tell me, because he seemed to have no trouble in telling me about his past, painful things in his life... but then when it came to me it was like a game for him, keeping what I wanted to know from my grasp.

"I can't, you're just a child," He mocked. Even if he meant it as a joke, it struck me differently than intended, and made me realize he really was right. I'm just a kid. Sixteen as of today.

"Don't remind me. It's my birthday today, y'know..." I bumped his shoulder with mine like he had kept doing to me earlier.

"Really? How old are you?" He seemed interested in the change of subject, more interested than I was. Maybe I wasn't so comfortable with sharing my life story... but why not? It's boring for the most part.

"Sixteen. It's a big day where I come from..." I told him, and now his face contorted into one of pure curiosity.

"Why, what happens when you turn sixteen?" His brow furrowed, as if he was expecting some sort of grim answer. Maybe I needed to lighten my features so they didn't look so distraught.

"You can choose or choose not to take the creed of the mandalorians. And obviously, since I am here, and not on Mandalore, I chose not," I responded, giving him a straight look.

"Is that why they never take their helmets off?" He gave me a quizzical look, and I was pretty impressed that he was able to figure that out. I didn't yet know the stories that had been passed around the galaxy about the people on my home world. The ones we'd heard were people from our owm planet, who took the creed then disobeyed it daily.

"Partially. There are other reasons, but that is the main one," I answered, and even just glancing at him from the corner of my eye I swore he still had more questions.

"Do you have to be born on Mandalore to be a Mandalorian?" He titled his head to the side, and it was cute. He looked like a child, asking endless questions to the people around him.

"No, any foundling discovered by a tribe can take the creed. Infact, one of the best Mandalorians I've ever known was a founding. He's-" I shut myself up before i started ranting about him. He's amazing, the strongest his clan has ever seen. He's gentle, and compassionate, and kind. He's everything.

"He's what?" Cassian tried to make you continue, but tou couldn't help hut hesitate.

"He's the man I was supposed to marry when I turned eighteen," I admitted. Even if I was trying to forget him, saying those words to another person felt so good.

"Oh..." Cassian's face scrunched up in dismay, as if he didn't like what he was hearing.

"Yeah. Truth be told, I never planned on actually marrying him, but now that I'm here I miss him horribly, and It's only been a few days," I trailed, thinking that as I said the words that I was losing my mind. I hadn't even filtered what I was saying now, and every thought that came to my mind was what came out my mouth.

"Did you love him?" He asked shyly. He was probably unaware of the arranged marriage situation, and I figured it was best to tell him.

"It wasn't like that... it was arranged," I informed him, but he still shook his head in response, coaxing me on to give him a real answer.

"That's not what I asked..." He didn't know if he should push any bounderies yet, for we had only met today, yet still... there was something in him that wanted to get to know every part of me before the sun rose. I suppose I felt the same way about the spy beside me.

"I'm not sure... I don't think i ever did before... but that last night," I stopped myself again, not daring to try and remember the way he sat beside me, his cape around my shoulders as we stared out into the canyons.

"What happened?"

"He came to see me when I was alone," A blush set in on my cheeks, even at just the sweet thoughts of the moments we had shared. Cassian caught sight of the red that had set in on my face and shivered.

"Maybe you're not as innocent as I thought," He murmered, but I heard it loud and clear.

"What? No. No, we just talked," I said, but that didn't really sound realistic, or even much better than my first words, so I resorted to a more in depth explanation. "It's a rule there... Even after we're betrothed, I'm not allowed to see him without his beskar until we're married."

"Are you ever going to go back to him?" He asked, but I wasn't really sure how to answer that quite yet.

"Maybe we should win this war first, then I can decide," I told him, seeing as Dantooine's sun, Dina, was barely peeking over the horizon, I figured it was about time for me to go back to bed.

He swiped at his wrist, the hologram of time coming to life above his hand.

"Its five till... we should be getting you to your bunk," He said, standing before offereing his hand to me.

I took it gladly, letting him lead me back into the base and help me find my bunk, for the maze of hallways would probably have been too much for me.

"Since I'm running point on all the new trainees, I can come and wake you up when it's time for your sector, but for now... you need to rest," He said, tapping the button on the wall beside my bunk and making the door slide open.

"Thanks, I would be apain in your ass later today if I didn't get any sleep," I joked, knowing that it was completely true. I was very cranky whenever I didn't get the rest I needed, although we didn't nessacarily sleep for too long on my home planet.

I was about to close the door when I remembered his jacket was still on me.

"You probably need this back..." I muttered, before beginning to unwrap myself of the thick and warm leather.

"Keep it, I got another one. And besides, if you get cold this easily, you'll need it more than I will," He smiled, giving me a small nod as I slipped my arms through the sleeves.

"Thank you. You've really made me feel at home here, even though it's been a rough couple of days for me," I told him.

"You're welcome. Now go get some sleep, I want you fully rested by the time your sector is in training," He said before closing the door with the panel on the wall.

I smiled at the piece of metal, obstructing my view of the man I had just spent the night with.

"Well someone looks happy. That new jacket all he gave you?"

"Shut up."

Three months later

Training day and night for a solid ninety four days, I had finally built up enough skill to pilot not only the x-wing fighters, but also some other ships in the base. The commanders were quite impressed with my work, so they decided to send me on my first mission.

The job seemed quick enough, and it would be good for me to get some experience under my belt.

I laced up my boots, tucking in the pant leg of the new jumpsuit I had been given. I still wore the jacket that Cassian gave me over top of it, for the weather of this planet was still something I wasn't used to, and the planet we were leaving for was going to be even more cold and as far as I was told would even have snow.

I went down to the docking area, where the drop team assembled, ready to leave as soon as their pilot arrived.

The mission was simple, get in, collect a vast amount of their future supplies and get out before we blew it up. It would put us ahead of the game and set them back for about five months time at least.

As I stepped into the group, I felt all eyes on me. What were they looking at? I wasn't their commander for this mission, and I certainly didn't know how to give orders.

"What? Do I look like I wrestled a rancor? What are you all looking at me for?" I joked, my tone light to see if I could find the reason for everyone's attention.

"Don't you know where the commander is?" One of the soldiers asked, I looked over at him to see that right beside him was merc, all fitted out in troops attire. It suited him.

"Why would I know where the commander is?"

"Because he went looking for you," Merc raised his eyebrows in a taunting motion and I couldn't help but furrow mine.

"I'm not late, why did he go looking for me?"

"Because I forgot to give you this earlier," Cassian's voice rung in my ears and when I turned, he held up the holo-watch he promised me earlier in the week. All the big pilots get one, its like a right of passage in the base or something.

"Soldiers, load yourselves into the transport, we will be on board in a moment."

They did as he said, going about their business while we were left on the side lines.

"You're commanding? I thought you had to run point on the new trainees today..." I watched as he picked up my hand and wrapped the leather around my wrist before tapping it a few times to produce the hologram above my hand, telling us it was time to go.

"This was more important."

I tried to pull my hand away so we could get going but before I did he pressed a kiss on my hand. My cheeks heat up immediately and I almost didn't register what happened in my brain till he gave my hand a soft squeeze and letting it fall to my side.

He walked straight to the transport, climbing the ladder to the highpoint before looking back where I stood.

"This ship isn't going to fly itself..." he called my attention back to the mission, which is what my focus should have been on the entire time.

"Right." I ran over, hopping up into the transport and lowering the hatch so that the groundsmen could close and lock it properly.

I stepped into the cockpit, with Cassian sitting in the co pilot seat. I sat down, turning on the engine and starting the lift thrusters, enabling the lever so that we could jump to hyperspace once in the air.

"Here are the coordinates, but you might have to put them in manually, the uploader in this ship is a bit dicey after it's last run," He gave me the silver stick anyway, watching as I read the coordinates and punching them into the keypad.

I stopped about halfway through, just reading the rest before pausing as realization struck me.

"Oh no..."

"What's wrong?" He leaned forward in his seat, trying to get a better look at my facial expression. Maybe he thought I was just nervous.

"Krownest??? The Imperial base is on Krownest?!?!"

I didn't believe it. No. I couldn't believe it. Of all places in this galaxy to have the imperial base in which I would help raid on my first ever rebel mission, it had to be a planet that resides with many Mandalorians.

"Yes, I don't see the problem?" He was confused, as he should be, but I knew better.

"I ran away from Mandalore. Krownest is not only the closest neighbouring planet but also contains several clans of the creed. My family has ties there, and if I've been missing and my family is trying to find me, its almost a guarantee that any and all Mandalorians will be on my six. And that puts the crew in danger. It puts you in danger," I explained. Now it made sense to him, I could see the gears turning in his brain and he nodded to comply.

"Launch the ship and jump to hyperspace, I have an idea," He said, going into the back of the ship with the crew in order to get what he needed.

I followed his orders and lifted the ship, flying it out of the hangar and up to the top of the planet's atmosphere, before flooring it straight into hyperspace.

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haechanokeh · 3 years

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[teaser] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (general): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark, psychology

you cried your eyes out, face shoved in your pillow and muffling your sobs. you didn't who told you those words, it was mark but he's not the same guy you fell in love with and the guy you said yes with today. your phone was ringing nonstop so you have to turn it off but mark was too eager so he's now in front of your house banging and shouting your name begging you to open the door and talk to him.

what he told you was possible, that they didn't care for you and you have to admit that it stings but his words are not responsible for your vulnerability right now, it was the unknown mark. you didn't like him just because he's kind, it was just one out of the nth god knows the reason why you love him. he made you so special, he was right that he's the only person who cared about you in your class but the unfamiliar mark you saw a couple of hours ago was scary. it gave you goosebumps, you were frightened it's as if anytime he will hurt you.

you heard a hard stomp inside your room and you quickly sat up and surprisingly it was mark inside your room who entered the room through your open window.

"fuck, y/n." he ran into you and pulled you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, this will never happen again." he whispered and caressed your hair. "i will not let lucas and my friends break us, shhh i am truly sorry. you only need me, so don't worry."

your body froze in shock and your heart beating so fast. he's not sorry.

"what..." you whispered in disbelief, you can't understand why he can't understand that he's wrong as well.

"we're okay now right? let's just forget everything, y/n... hmmm?" he looked at your face and looked into your eyes but he saw nothing but unpleasant. he felt rage rushing in his whole system. "what do you want! i already apologize!" he squeezed your jaw.

you were shaking in fear as his loud voice boomed in your room. his nose was flaring, his eyes were dripped with spite, and his chest where heaving. he's so mad at you and you're scared and confused.

that's when you realize, there's something wrong with him.

"m-mark, you're hurting me." you sobbed. mark snapped out of his senses. he quickly removed his hands from you and embraced you.

"I'm sorry." he sincerely said and kissed your cheeks and shove his face against it. "I'm so sorry, please don't leave me." he kept on apologizing non-stop. his hands were trembling you could feel it as he was clutching your arms.

"mark? mark?" you panicked. "mark? are you okay?" your fear from him vanished and changed into a concern to him. this is not normal.

you tried to get away from his arms but he's not budging, you stopped wriggling when you heard him whimper.

"don't leave me, can't. i really can't, i will lose myself." he begged like he's close to hopelessness. you gently pushed him to look at his face. your heart was stabbed when you saw how vulnerable he looked.

"mark..." you voice broke, you really don't know what to say because this is your first time to see him like this.

this is why mark never pursues someone or something he likes, he became possessive in fear that it will slip away from him, like his friends' admiration and respects towards him, the trust from his parents, and how they look at him as the perfect son, the people's respect on him because of his kindness and intellect, and his high grades- all of these are his goals and obsession but you're different. he can confidently allow these to get away from him in exchange of not losing you. you become his obsession. mark is aware that he has a problem but doesn't want to admit it and keep on insisting that this is part of his life... when it is not. everything about it is not normal, because when he faces rejection he felt anguish, loss, stress, and anger. there was a point where he tried to consider hurting and taking his life but he was taught that this is a grave sin and again, he felt disappointed that he is thinking of doing a grave sin which added made it worse to his anxiety. 3 years ago, he talked to his psychologist professor and was diagnosed with depression and attachment disorganized anxiety. he only attends one counseling session because he couldn't accept that there's something wrong with him and if people will find out about this he will lose all the respect.

ask him. you were pushing yourself to speak what's wrong? do you have a problem? you want to ask him but you became voiceless.

"mark, i want you to be honest to me okay?" your voice was shaking trying to control it from whimpering and tears rolling on your cheeks. "are you going through... something? do you want to talk about it?"

mark was spacing out while looking into your eyes but inside his head, it was in extreme chaos. he's having a second thoughts on telling that he has anxiety.

"mark, i love you so much but i need to understand you first so i know what to do and to make sure that you're receiving it. can you trust me?" you were convincing him and mark can see it through your eyes.

he gave up.

"i'm a mess." he broke down. mark's voice cracked and tears falling filled with hopelessness. you couldn't bare to see him like this so you pulled him into a passionate but slow kiss which he gladly responds.

you made him sit on your bed and straddle his hips, your hands were on both sides of his face and his hands were on the bed to support his body and your body. both of you where muffling your sobs.

"i was diagnosed depression and disorganized attachment anxiety" he confessed. you have no idea what is disorganized attachment anxiety, but you just understand that he has anxiety and depression, which was shocking.

mark lee, loved by everyone and religious boy have depression? that's when you realize, depression has no favoritism.

"how? you're..."

"when i was a kid, my parents are busy but i felt love every time they praise me and follow their lessons. i needed their praise and validation and i adopted it and became like... that and brought it until i grow up and to school. i never wanted to feel their disappointment and i never wanted to lose the respect of my parents, professors, and classmates but when i met you..." your eyes were locking with him. "you're the only thing i need and for the first time i never cared of losing it i thought i changed but i was wrong, nothing changed. i was just too possessive and obsess of you and when you told me you want to leave me..." his voice broke once again.

"it's going to be the end of me. it's been a long time since i felt rejected and i don't know what to do." he weeps and you felt weak.

mark has been your emotional support with fragile heart, you felt useless. instead of apologizing, you said the 3 words he always and shamelessly tells you.

"i love you." you pecked his lips. "i love you." your kissed it again and repeatedly do it while allowing the tears to fall.

he needs assurance that he is genuinely loved, which he is.

"mark, you are you still going to a psychiatrist?" making sure that he's managing it very well, but he shook his head. he needs help, someone who's more reliable. you hope that the next statement you will tell him will not take it as a bad thing. you rub his cheeks.

"you need to, aren't we pharmacists? aren't we push people to comply and adhere?" you smiled sadly.

"what will they think? my parents will be disappointed and sad at me, they will blame it to themselves, i know them y/n. and the people around me, they will think that i am fragile." you could see how frustrated he was.

"i thought you don't care about them anymore? i thought what matters is me? and what i think is that i love you and will love you more regardless of seeing one." you want to tell him that one day if you will do something wrong he might hurt himself or the people around him but you don't know if it's the right thing to say. this is why he needs to talk to a professional and you also need one because you can talk to them on what is the right thing to do to help mark and support him.

"if i do this you will never leave me?" you felt bad, now mark is now losing trust on you.

"if you do that, i am always right there with you." you kissed his forehead.

"and if i don't?"

"and if you don't..." you rest your forehead against his. "i am always with you."

you stared at each other for a long time sharing tons of emotion and you didn't know when it happened but both of you can't keep your hands to yourself. you're hovering over him touching him everywhere and his hands are all over your back.

you're grinding yourself hard on his pants, both of you panting but your lips never got separated, instead, it gets deeper. you pulled the hem of his pants and boxer. you pushed aside you shorts and sunk down to his length.

"fuck, that was hot." mark coulnd't help but blurt that out. you started to bounce, hands gripping his shoulders. he squeezed your breast underneath your shirt when suddenly the door clicked opened along with a women's gasp.

both of your heads turned towards the door's direction. it was your mom wearing his office uniform, holding a bowl with jaw-dropping in surprise. mark panicked, and so do you. you pulled mark's head and pulled it towards your breast, you want to gatekeep him.

"mom!" you shouted.

"i-i'm sorry I thought you look so down.. ohh..." you actually don't know what she just realized but she's nodding her head like now i get it "you have--"

"mom, get out!" she quickly closed the door.

"just so you know i will be here at 8, but if you want i can come here by 9! you can continue-"

"mom!" she made you feel embarrassed.

"my daughter has a boyfriend! finally!" she squealed as if the pigs finally learned how to fly. your mom thought this day wouldn't come but good lord your mom saw mark's face and at that moment she knew she needs mark's gene in her family tree.

"as much i loved your breast, i love to look at your face more." mark said. you release his head.

"my mom is just like that I'm sorry." you heard your mom honked. mark grinned and you gave him an apologetic look. "are you still in the mood?"

"i'm afraid i'm not anymore." mark chuckled. there's so much going on inside him plus he was slightly concerned what your mom thought of him. your mom caught him making with you but she seemed cool though but it was awkward.

"me too." deep down your blaming your mom.

you went back to class, you can't let mark skip[ another class again. you have to be a good influence. it was awkward but everyone already knows that you're dating, there's no reason to hide it and might just embrace it. mark apologized to the whole class, he didn't tell them his condition but he told them that he's going through something. even though mark still thinks that they are just using him, though at first that's how you perceived them but that really changed, for you it was a genuine friendship, they were so forgiving and i hope one day mark will accept that friendship.

since them, things went good though not perfect. his parents blamed themselves but you told them that that's the reason why mark didn't want to tell it to them, instead of continuing blaming themselves, they will give them all the love and support. mark never missed a session and you never missed going with him also.

and for the first time, you went to their church and the pastor is mark's father. you thought it was going to be like a normal day but...

"mark..." you sighed when he increased the intensity of the vibrator that he slipped while his father preaching. the front seats were occupied while you and mark are the only ones seating at the back.

you're squeezing and rubbing your thighs together, you felt so hot and wet. you badly want to moan, but that will be hard because you felt like once you moan, it will never stop.

"are you calling me love?" mark innocently asked you, he was saying that while putting the vibrator on max. you mouth opened while looking at mark's eyes. mark kept his smile while watching your orgasm face. he's doing unholy inside but worth it. he off the vibrator.

unfortunately all you can hear mark's father but can't understand it. you're still in ecstasy.

"my friends and family, it's not about finding the right person, it is becoming the right person, and if both partners think this way even the wrong shadows will be lighted by understanding. it's like saying i am the right person for the right person. tell this to your partner."

"i am the right person for the right person." mark whispered into your ears.

"hmm? what?" you weakly said. your eyes still closed. mark just chuckled and kissed your forehead.

"nothing." then put the vibrator to max.

"mark!" you screamed and everyone turned their heads towards you. you blood went down to your feet and nervously smile. "i- love your son sir..." you embarrassingly confessed. mark was trying to suppress his laugh while the people around you awed.

"and that's an example of my preach today."

you glared at mark, he just grinned and kiss your love.

"i love you too." he said.

"i want to smack you in the head." you angrily said. he just laughed.

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Interview with the English and Japanese voice actors for Asuka from Neon Genesis Evangelion

TIFFANY GRANT

Some time in early 1998, Matt Greenfield encouraged me to write an essay defending Asuka from her critics. I did, and you can read it on my website. At that point, as I recall, about half Of the Eva TV series had been released on home video (two episodes per VHS about every other month for around $30).

Please keep in mind that I had only recently finished recording the TV series. There was as yet no English release of Death & Rebirth, End of Evangelion, Director's Cut Platinum Edition, and there most definitely were no proposed live-action or "Rebuild" films.

Back in 1998, I had not yet read any Of Sadamoto's manga. Having now read all Of it, I was very excited to be able to participate in this project. One especially impactful moment I experienced reading Sadamoto's books was Yuko Miyamura's own essay in volume 4, which touched me deeply. When we first met, I had her autograph it for me!

For this volume, Carl thought it might be interesting if I shared with you how my thoughts about Asuka have evolved over these many years. First, my perspective on Asuka was changed dramatically by working on EOE and even

more so by the Director's Cut footage. I said, "If these scenes had been in the TV show to begin with, people would've had a lot more sympathy for Asuka."

But the main thing that has happened since 1998 is that Neon Genesis Evangelion has become an international phenomenon. When I started recording this loud, assertive character that often swore in German, I knew I was having a great time with the role and that it was enjoyable for me as an actor. There was no way any of us could've known then what lay in store. Eva became a cult phenomenon.

The enormous popularity of Eva is, I fully understand, the primary reason I get invited to conventions around the world. In this way alone, my association with Asuka has forever altered my life.

But I also feel something deeper than the obvious frequent flyer miles is at work here. For several years, I actually denied that I was anything like Asuka—a period I refer to as my "l Am Not Spock" phase. I wrote "In Defense Of Asuka" during that time.

Once I fully embraced my "inner Asuka," I realized the many ways that I related to this complex, flawed character. In the past twelve years, I feel I have become even closer to Asuka emotionally.

I think Shinji behaves in the way that most of us actually would react, but I believe we all wish we were a little more like Asuka—speak your mind, consequences be damned!

I find that I don't just defend Asuka now. I actually admire her. I don't know how I'll feel in another twelve years, but if you don't like Asuka just a little bit, I have only one thing to say : What are you—Stupid?

YUKO MIYAMURA

To be honest, a long time ago, I used to hate Asuka and Evangelion.

If I were to comment using Asuka's words, I would hate, I hate, I hate EVERYBODY!"

As to why I felt this way, well, I think the best way to describe it is to say that it was close to the feeling of being bullied. If a person has been bullied, would they want to remember it? I don't think they would.

Acting the part of Asuka was lots of fun at first. However, as Asuka started to mentally break down, acting her become quite tough.

The part that I disliked the most was during the scene when Asuka finally understood the meaning of the A.T. field. Just when she was able to mentally become strong and confident again, she was attacked by the mass-produced units and brutalized. That time

In the film is really cool and there are lots of characters that I like in it. For Asuka on the other hand, it's the worst situation ever.

Furthermore, after that scene, she is strangled by Shinji with such apathy, and that's where the series ends. The mass-produced units, the Angels, their destiny; it just ends with all of them being defeated.

I closed the Asuka inside Of me deep within my heart. While she was inside there, I didn't really like to bring her out. Remembering my complex feelings for Asuka and Evangelion was quite hard for me, and I didn't like it.

This all changed when I first met and talked to Asuka's English voice actor, Tiffany.

Tiffany, as another person who acted as Asuka, was the only one who could understand the pain that I felt acting as Asuka. We both understood all the difficult emotions about

Asuka and her complex personality, and we talked about many things. After this, the feelings within me toward Asuka became more caring and understanding.

Even though at first I felt anger and dislike for Asuka, I now hold her close to my heart and I think of her like a daughter. Up until then Asuka had to deal with all the pain, sadness and sorrow by herself. Now it's different—I'm with her.

Today I'm a mother myself, and I'm raising my own daughter. The feelings I have for my child are similar to what I feel for Asuka. Even though it's different from my own real-life situation, Asuka is an important existence to me and I feel that I am able to accept her Into my life.

What destiny lies ahead for Asuka?

Furthermore, what choice will she make?

Whatever happens, I will accept everything about Asuka. I will cheer her on because I feel I am close to her. No matter what, I will defend Asuka.

It has been about ten years since the time when the other Units took Asuka and Shinji and tried to strangle her. Now, a new Evangelion has begun!

In the new movies, the once-complex Asuka is now happier. I'm excited to see how Asuka stands and faces her destiny in the new movies, compared to Asuka's fate from ten years ago of being defeated.

If I were to say a comment in the new movie in Asuka's words, it would be: "You hurt my pride... I'LL GIVE IT BACK TO YOU TEN TIMES WORSE." I like this confident side of Asuka.

Whatever becomes of Asuka in the world of Eva, I will always love Asuka the most!

Source: Neon Genesis Evangelion | Shin Seiki Evangerion | 新世紀エヴァンゲリオン

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Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 4)

Part 4: The truth will never lie to me

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Trapped in a conference, Gabe and Alex bask in the afterglow of their interrupted moment by the lake. But before Alex can fully comprehend how she felt, she unravels a truth that may cease the chase altogether.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.8k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / alcohol consumption, language, implied sexual content. Reader discretion advised.

Author's Notes: Surprise! Yep, it's an early release! I made revisions to fit the ongoing narrative and ended up breaking it down into two parts. Also, this series may span longer than I originally intended it to be, not wanting to rush things. It will probably extend until Part 7, depending on what happens at the finale. I do hope you'll still stick around. If not, I'll totally understand. 😉

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Late night, Boston

Shoe laces, cool wind and the darkness of the forest enveloping them. His breath shuddering with how close her lips was. His throat running dry.

Wanting, longing.

Just a little taste to find out how intoxicatingly delicious those cherry lips would be in his mouth and to feel the heat of her body against his.

And then a splash.

Gabe blinked as he felt ice cold liquid pouring over his crisp white shirt. He wasn't sure if he was having déjà vu.

"Oh, sorry mate," a man standing nearby had bumped into him, making the glass of scotch he was drinking shake and spill into his impeccable suit. He forced down the tasteless curse words forming in his mouth, groaning in frustration at the dissipating sensations from what he had been imagining.

His mind was stuck in an endless loop, replaying the romantic encounter with Alex just the night before. But very much like after Beau's dive into the lake, his consciousness whipped achingly back to reality.

Gabe was leaning on the mobile bar, set in the middle of the conference reception. Did he just lose himself in a daydream like a fool? He wondered, murmuring through his madness.

The time alone with her provided him a glimpse of what could be between them. And oh how euphoric it had been to have her so near, to watch his body respond to her like no other.

It left him just craving for more.

He was lying to himself if he continued to deny that he has feelings for Alex, and how deep he was already in for her. But he knew it wasn't meant to be, at least until after he admits the truth. Until then, he had to pull away.

Easier said than done.

For now, he settled for a view of her, his eyes scoured the room for the subject of his fancy. When he found her, Gabe couldn't stop his smile and the fluttering of his heart, or the warmth growing between his legs.

There she was, in the far side of the room, shining brighter than any star that they had seen in the night sky. Her audience completely captivated as he was with her.

The sight of her in that blue dress swept Gabe back into his fantasies, and how infuriatingly near he was to giving into them. He had to clench his fist around his tumbler, suppressing any trace of his earlier wild thoughts.

Apparently sensing the weight of his gaze, Alex turned to him, their eyes meeting in silent conversation. He watched as she excused herself before making her way towards where he sat.

Half-smiling, Alex's confident expression as she approached him made him swallow hard.

Gabe summoned all his willpower to rein himself in as she got closer. He plastered his usual cocky smile, once again putting up a wall of professionalism. They were in a conference, he reasoned.

"Still watching your wards, old man?" Alex chuckled as she reached a seat beside him.

"Working the room like a pro like that? Very hard to ignore," Gabe interjected, shaking his head. "Had to say Alex, I'm impressed."

"Glad you noticed," she smiled, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Frankly, you charming the top tier lawyers were hard to miss," he said, with lips quirking into a grin.

"Were you watching the whole time?" she asked.

"Difficult not to, seeing how you're the best-dressed lawyer in the room," he continued, savoring the easy conversation.

She scoffed before turning around, grabbing a napkin from a bartender. Alex offered it to him, pointing at the light stain on his clothes.

He finally muttered a curse, realizing he had been too distracted not to notice the result of the spillage from his own drink. This was one of my best suits.

Gabe almost jumped when Alex started to wipe the front of his suit.

His eyes narrowed, unable to process what was happening. On impulse, he reached out to her, encircling his palms around her wrist. Alex snapped her head up at the touch, the intensity of her gaze enchanting him.

It took all of his strength to break free from it. He cleared his throat and looked away, before grabbing the napkin from her grasp without warning.

It had always been like this. At first, there was this fluidity, a natural attraction between them while they interacted. Then another goddamn minute passes and it all becomes downright complicated.

Gabe wasn't having it.

He briefly shut his eyes closed and released the breath he was holding. When he opened them, he focused his attention on wiping the stain from his jacket, avoiding Alex's questioning gaze. He decided to divert the conversation, robbing her of any opportunity to re-capture him in a trance.

"Don't worry, I don't judge potential partners solely on congeniality. Though I can't speak for Sadie." He then turned and discarded the cloth on the bar. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to speak to a friend who I'm sure will be thrilled to know I'm now a partner."

He finally dared to look at Alex with almost apologetic eyes, before swiftly walking away towards a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Alex was left gaping at his hasty departure, uncertain how it all went south so quickly. She wanted to grab his arm and pull him to her so badly, to pick things up from where they left off last night. From that moment when his lips was inches away from taking hers, before they were interrupted.

Her body ached to be near him. Then again, that's not how she usually operates, so she let him be.

She had never thought her idol was such a tease. Or perhaps, traditional? Alex snickered. Oh how I'll make you beg, Gabriel Ricci. She exhaled, the sultry thought of the man on his knees in front of her suddenly hiking up the temperature in the room. Alex had to fan herself to cool down.

Along with the idea of finally spending some alone time together, conjuring the image of waking up beside Gabe excited her. Well, if ever this chase between them actually culminates to something.

But why was she following this trail of thought? In all her conquests, she had never stayed for what came after. She had that with Julian, and look how that ended. For her, it was always just for the fun. So why does she suddenly liked the notion with Gabe? She shuddered. Ugh, weird.

Maybe it's because it's taking the long game with him? Alex didn't want to know.

Leaving that for now, she resorted to ordering another shot of patron to drown the remnants of her heated thoughts. On her third glass, Alex heard a familiar voice ordering a shot of bourbon. She swiveled towards it and caught sight of Lina Reyes, the opposing lawyer from the Willow case.

"Fancy meeting you here," Alex smiled lazily, remembering how temptingly attractive she was. She also recalled the offer of a hook-up, which she politely declined out of courtesy.

But now, seems like she's getting another chance. And with Gabe being annoyingly hard to get, Alex had to have fun somewhere else. It's not like she and Gabe was committed, right?

Lina scooted closer to her, smelling of a heady mix of alcohol. "Speaking of fancy, damn. You look more incredible than I can remember, Alex," she teased, provocatively arching her brows at her.

Alex quickly picked up Lina's attempt to flirt, stoking her bruised ego. "Gotta be dressed to impress, right?" she waved her fingers as if in curtsy. "Enjoying the conference?"

"At this point, things tend to devolve quickly. But I do plan to have a nightcap back in my room," Lina smirked, Alex feeling the heel of velvet pumps brushing along her bare leg. "Maybe you could join me?"

The woman wasn't exactly subtle, though Alex had to give props to her for her confidence. She liked that in anyone. So Alex returned the gesture, letting her fingers hover an inch over her arm while batting her eyelashes. Two can play that game.

"I think we should stay here."

Wait, what? Did she just say no? Subconsciously? Did hell just freeze over? Or did her brain left her head?

Both women blinked, unable to determine who's more mortified between them. They were both quiet, until Lina broke the awkwardness by a chuckle.

"Had to try, didn't expect I'd be turned down twice," she said consuming the rest of her drink in one gulp. "Worth it though." she shrugged, ordering another round for herself.

Alex struggled to compose herself, brows furrowed in confusion by how that went down.

"Oh don't be so bothered, you're not my first rodeo." Lina poked at her jokingly, clearing up the air. Alex thanked her, and the conversation went smoothly from there.

Several more drinks in, the two women chatted on, venturing into a variety of topics in law and in love. It didn't take long before Lina started to slur in her words, to which Alex found amusing.

"Looks like someone didn't pace herself," she observed as she sipped her cocktail.

"Ah don't mind me, had to cleanse my palate after all the boring sessions earlier," Lina toasted her glass on hers, wobbling as she shifted to face her. "We are a rare breed, us fighters," she leaned towards Alex, lowering her voice to a whisper. "We like-minded women should just stick together, you know?"

Alex was relieved she turned her down the second time. Barely listening to her, she started to drift off as Lina continued rambling on, turning around to face the crowds as her eyes tried to locate that handsome man. Alex smirked when she found Gabe's sexy outline.

"Lot of ungrateful dipshits being freed from prison, even after we work our asses off proving they deserved an earlier release. Khan, Kozlowski, those celebrities involved with the Ivy League admission scandal? Hell, even small town criminal Cornell was released in the last five years alone!"

And with that last statement, Alex froze. "Say that again?"

Confused, Lina stuttered as if she can't remember what she was saying. To Alex's annoyance, she went silent, apparent that more humiliation was on the way. Lina abruptly stood, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprinted to the bathroom. Alex let her pass.

Assured that she'll be fine with her colleagues flanking her, Alex started to obsess over Lina's last sentence.

Was that just the patron? Or am I getting too drunk and starting to hear things? She asked herself, bewildered at how randomly Lina mentioned a Cornell.

With an exasperated sigh, she decided it wouldn't hurt to check. She pulled out her phone from her purse and fired up a search engine, where she typed in the godforsaken name. Alex tapped enter.

As soon as the results loaded, she felt the world crumble beneath her.

No, no, no, no, no. This fucking didn't happen.

She clicked on one of the articles from a local news outlet. The picture beneath the headline shoving her nightmares front and center. There it was, the title written in bold stated loud and clear: Cornell Son Gets Early Release.

Alex bit her lip as she fought to gather herself together, speed reading through the article. This was definitely a surprise, but what really got her reeling was the figure of a man walking behind Maximilian. She'd pick up who that was from anywhere within a mile radius.

Alex tried to keep herself rational, but the shock rippled through her, enough to shake off the alcohol in her system. And why did her stomach churned like she was punched in the gut a hundred times over? Why did she felt fucking betrayed?

Unexpectedly, she knew it wasn't discovering Cornell was now walking freely in the streets.

Deep down, Alex was aware it was because Gabe Ricci was involved. Either way, it looks like her high and mighty boss has some explaining to do.

Her blood boiled, a myriad of questions went through her mind. Resolute, she wanted those damn questions answered. Tonight.

She downed her drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar, sending a text to draw Gabe's attention.

She looked over where he stood, watching the frown in his face as he read her message. She clicked her head, beckoning him outside.

Even he can't fathom the fire storm that was about to come his way.

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