#that I hope to have ready for the next con in may which means I need to have it ready by early ferbuary

[kebriones]

I am normal about plato's Alcibiades 1

#art #alcibiades #socrates #plato #idk if i ever officially said this but i'm trying to both translate and modify this dialogue to fit in a comic #that I hope to have ready for the next con in may which means I need to have it ready by early ferbuary #i bit off way more than I can chew it feels like my brain is melting

[taylorswiftbutsimp]

༊*·˚Tell Me Why

~Requested

~Characters: Reo MIkage, and Nagi Seishiro

~Genre: Angst To Comfort

~Format: Headcanons and drabble

unedited

✧Reo Mikage

Dating has reo its pros and cons.

which means always going on a luxurious date unless you tell him you want a simple one.

He has all the love language you can ask for, but of course, relationships have their ups and downs.

He is the son of a businessman, which means the duties will be passed on to him.

It was supposed to be your alone time together tonight and the next few weeks, but instead he has to cancel. Just as you were getting ready, he texted you that something came up with work, etc.

which leaves you to change your beautiful dress to a pajama one and remove the make-up you did a few hours ago.

You were mad and sad at him at the same time. You didn't even reply to his messages, leaving him on his own.

Now here you are outside in the pool of your shared home, laying on a sun lounger with a bottle of wine and a headset on your head, listening to music while drinking the wine.

You stare at the sky, collecting your thoughts on what you should do.

If a breakup did come to mind, you may have thought, Reo is out of my league, and it won't work.

Reo was mad at himself; he doesn't like overtime, and it was the middle of the night. He knows you're mad at him; he can tell by the fact that the message he sent was only left on read and the others were just delivered.

Imagine his surprise when he got home. The lights were all on, and there was no trace of you, which made him panic. The bouquet of apology flowers he held was put on the ground. He rushed to the bedroom and called out your name. You won't leave him, right?

Then, when he was out of the bedroom, grabbing his phone from his pockets and deciding to call you, as he was waiting for you to answer, he saw your figure on the sun lounger with a bottle of wine in your hand and a headset, staring at the sky like some psycho.

He then grabbed the flowers and opened the sliding door, approaching your lying figure. "Baby, he let out. You noticed he was catching his breath. His tie was messed up too. I'm so sorry, please. I know I promised.'' He stopped talking when he looked at you again. You were still focused on the night sky. The bottle of wine was almost empty.''Baby, please hear me out.''

''I can hear you the first time, Mikage'' you said, your face a little red due to the wine you were drinking. You stopped the music from your headset and looked at him.

reo swore he felt his heart stutter when you called him by his last name his eyes widen "look baby here i bought you flowers and i promise this the last one i will ditch our date i bought us a flight to Switzerland we can have a one week vacation please I'm so sorry'' he said getting close to you begging on his knees 

''Make it two weeks'' you said, standing up from your position a little tipsy and accepting his bouquet of flowers. ''You have a few hours to change my mind about why I should forgive you''

He can work with that. You might not forgive him fully, but talking to him is enough to make him calm down for a little while.

✧Nagi Seishiro

Nagi is a chill guy.

the chill guy who's always warm, comfortable, and smelling like baby powder or perhaps laundry detergent because of his clothes

You understand he needs attention and likes to be spoiled, which you gladly give him.

But of course, you can also crave that feeling from time to time.

At first, you shrugged it off and continued playing the game he asked you to play.

The thing is, sometimes he's always busy playing games and always on his phone.

You started giving your lover some signs that you hoped he might notice and do something about.

Days passed by and nothing happened. You were helpless at this point and started giving up.

For the first time in your relationship, you thought to yourself, I'm a bit tired of giving.

which leads you to a cafe with his best friend, Reo asking how you, and Nagi. are doing

You didn't mean to overshare, but you couldn't help it anymore. You burst out like a bubble.

then assured you it was fine.

What you didn't know after meeting up with Reo was that Reo was scolding Nagi at practice for not making an effort. "Nagi, you're the one who showed interest and liked them. Why are you not making an effort? Something might go wrong and you might lose them for the better. Step up your game, bro.''

That day Nagi got home and thought things through. Reo was right; he should also give what you deserve and step up his game like the man he is.

''Welcome home, sei baby,'' you said, sad putting down the soup ladle and approaching him, giving a soft, warm hug and a tiptoeing to give him a peck on the lips.

the kitchen smells like home things that nagi seishiro would never trade for the world ''dinner will be ready for a few minutes you should rest sit down on the couch and get some rest'' you said pulling away from him  

He then gave you a soft hum, dropping his gym bag on the floor of the living room, but instead of grabbing his gaming console and sitting down to play, he got back to the kitchen, approaching your figure while you stirred the soup you were making.

You felt a soft tug at your waist. You let out a soft hitch due to shock. Then your lover proceeded to give you a tight hug. His arms gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him as he rested his head on your neck, giving you a sniff and kissing your neck. ''Don't want to rest, I want to stay here beside you,'' he lazily said.

You swore you were fine giving affection, but boy, receiving affection leaves you breathless. It's another level. If Sei were seeing your face, he would point out how red your face is.

©taylorswiftbutsimp

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[ericaportfolio]

My Friendly Neighborhood Review

Hey Kids! Do you want a mascot horror game that's actually good? Do you want to shoot and watch puppets fly across the room in funny ways? Or do you want to play a game that breaks you to the point of ugly crying due to the messages about selfishness versus selflessness, the trauma of war, grief, depression, death, and depending on which ending you decide, make you feel miserable or hopeful? (Boy, what I wrote there got dark!) Then you should play My Friendly Neighborhood!!!

July 8, 1993, in a very unfriendly city where the citizens that were emotionally affected by the war that lasted for twenty years by watching it from their TV sets (An in-universe version of the Vietnam War in this game), an old studio's antenna starts up playing a canceled kids show that's the in-universe version of Sesame Street, My Friendly Neighborhood, over the news. You play as repair crewman Gordon O'Brian was forcibly sent by his employer, Sprocket Palm Property Management, and their clients, City Network Broadcasting Group, to shut down the antenna at the top of the abandoned studio's hotel. Failure to do so, Gordon, due to his terrible, mean, and rude behavior, would result in getting fired. Upon getting there, SURPRISE, The Puppets Are Alive That A Lot Of Them Want To Hug You To Death!!! Along the way, Ricky the Sock Puppet guides Gordon throughout the studio trying to convince him not to disconnect the antenna. Can Gordon survive the night at the studio as he tries to find a way up to the antenna? Or will Gordon be trapped in the studio forever?

Pros... There's a lot! I can list them all day! The game is a love letter to tv shows and movies made by the Jim Henson Company over the years. The shows and movies had different names to prevent copyright claims in the game's universe. The cute factor is that you'll get attached to Ricky the Sock Puppet. He's like if Scout Prime from Hello Puppets was similar to Kermit the Frog and doesn't curse. If you're thinking, wait Hello Puppets already did possess murder puppets, that seems repetitive! Actually, the puppets aren't possessed. I'm wondering if the creators are saving a twist for another game. (Please let it be Gordon, Ricky, and the Neighborhood characters versus the villains from the in-universe The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth movies after they fell for a trap they thought was a movie deal!) I won't dive into details in this review. Let's say you have to think on your own about what's really happening here. I think for a horror game to do that was refreshing. What you might have fun with in this game is the clever ideas and designs of the weapons you find, the Rolodex and the Novelist being two of them, and the puzzles you come across along the way. However, the best part of the game has to be the writing since it takes a survival horror game and turns it into a dark comedy that would make Mel Brooks proud. If you're a completionist and you finish the game, don't leave! There's More! There are 'secret tapes' scattered around the studio, and once you finish the game, they will unlock cheats and mods to create some interesting experiences the next time you play.

There aren't many cons to this game. Something was happening with the maps, but that was fixed, thankfully. If I have some things I have to nitpick, first, this game has a lot of backtracking to other levels that many would find annoying. However, you'll make discoveries along the way. Just get ready if the previous levels you have been through get harder as more puppets appear. Second, you need to be ready to conserve your ammunition. Once it's gone and used, it's GONE, and your left with the wrench. So plan ahead, or you're dead in the finale! For beginners, this game may take hours or days to beat unless you got the patience to win. As the game continues, some of the puzzles will get harder and leave you scratching your head for a while. There have also been some complaints that the game should be considered a horror game at times, even though there are terrifying moments. Especially in the climax and ending that would leave you shaking unless you wished for more from that. So the cute factor in the game may turn off some who want something darker than this. Yet, if you read carefully the files you collect, you'll discover where the true darkness lurks in this game.

I may need to warn you of potential spoilers to some trigger warnings of war, depression, and references to taking away your own life. In a game about fighting murder puppets, the game does a shockingly good job tackling war trauma not just for the victims and soldiers but also for the citizens back on the homefront, where many viewed the soldiers as villains and getting exposed to the war on their home televisions. Because of that, the citizens in the city were traumatized and depressed by it. Even one worker at the studio wrote about "going into the light". I got a theory as to what happened to them. Something I noticed at the beginning makes sense now when reading those notes.

So there are multiple endings in the game. One is the true ending. Whichever ending you get, get your tissues ready. You might cry ugly tears of joy. Overall, spending money on this game is worth it! Even if you don't have the money, watch your favorite Gaming YouTubers and watch the game as a movie experience. It's not perfect, but it's rightfully up there, along with that antenna. This game may not be for everyone, but if you're a fan of Resident Evil (which I should start watching more gameplay of the game series if able, to be honest), you grew up with Sesame Street and the Muppets, you're a big Jim Henson Company nerd, you like puppets, you're a fan of Hello Puppets and Welcome Home, and you love film noir, this game is for you. So get it while it's still on sale, grab a buddy or two, and get learning in your favorite friendly neighborhood!

I would give this game a 9/10 for Ricky being adorable and Gordon getting some needed sleep.

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn #my friendly neighborhood gordon #mfn gordon #my friendly neighborhood ricky #mfn ricky #my friendly neighborhood norman #mfn norman #mfn junebug

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 31

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,796

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 31 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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When the next day comes no one except Seokjin bids Jiyoo farewell. You overhear from Namjoon when he comes to visit you and Hoseok that Seokjin told him that she's still livid and wants nothing to do with the brothers anymore. Seokjin made no move to comfort her as Jiyoo claimed Taehyung and Hoseok will regret hurting her and he made it clear himself that she will do nothing to hurt them and that she would come to regret things if she tried. She turned her nose up at him and left.

You and Hoseok listen attentively in the latter's bedroom as the two of you were finishing up getting ready.

"How did she look?" Hoseok asks as he slips on his shoes.

"Like she was punched in the face. What do you think?" Namjoon chuckles wryly.

Hoseok sniffs before wiping his nose though you know he does it as a way to show that he doesn't care about the situation. "Just asking."

"Yeah well don't be surprised if we hear from the family about this."

He scoffs at his brother's words. "Like I care."

Namjoon leans his shoulder against the wall and crosses his arms. "But don't be surprise if you hear from father. He may not like his sister and her offspring but having family means something to him."

Huffing, Hoseok finishes tying his shoelace before sitting up. He doesn't answer Namjoon and you suspect it's because he knows his brother is right. Much to his annoyance.

You toe the floor with your sneakers as you look at Namjoon. He always looks handsome but something about seeing him with a sleeveless shirt to show off his muscles does something to you. You hope you're not making your stares so obvious but neither of the brothers calls you out on it. To be fair, Namjoon isn't even looking at you. He smiled at you once as a greeting when he came into the room but that was it. You wish you could have more interactions with him besides that but you pout as you look at the floor knowing you can't have that.

"So," Namjoon starts as a way to fill the air with conversation once more. "What are your plans today?"

Hoseok leans back on the bed with his hands as he looks towards his brother. "Well I don't have much work to do today. Just going to finish up some stuff and maybe take Y/N out to the strip and get her more clothes."

Your head snaps in his direction with a look of mild confusion. "But I have enough clothes."

He shakes his head with a smile. "You have clothes but it's not enough."

You don't understand how it's not enough when he bought you plenty online already.

"Where am I going to put them?"

Hoseok's hand reaches out to caress your face. "In the closet of course. There's still room in there."

He's not wrong but still you question it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes my love I'm sure."

You look back down to the floor in silent thought.

You weren't expecting to leave the house. He made no mention of doing so until Namjoon asked. It's a switch to what you've been used to as of late which is staying locked up inside the house and by Hoseok's side. Not once since the shit hit the fan, when you admitted to trying to run away, have you been by yourself. Nor have you been to the library. Especially to see Namjoon. You wish he'd be more lenient with you again. The thought makes you bite your lip and fills you with a courage you didn't know you have as you turn to Hoseok with a question.

"I, um. Can I go to the library today?"

Hoseok's brows raise before he shrugs. "I don't see why not." He gets up to grab his phone off of his nightstand and places it into his pocket. "But it'll have to be after work and after we come home from the strip mall."

"No," you say. "I mean alone. Can I go to the library while you work?" Your voice shakes the slightest bit at the end of your sentence.

The answer comes almost immediately.

"No." He shakes his head. "Absolutely not."

"But-"

"But nothing, Y/N. We've already been through this."

You look off to the side with a sharp tsk. This show of attitude seems to get to him because he stomps over to you and grabs your chin to force your attention back on to him.

"You think after what you did you deserve leniency?"

Your eyes begin to water out of frustration.

"Do you," he asks again firmly.

There's a stare off between you and Hoseok and you will your bottom lip not to tremble as the urge to cry grows stronger.

You berate yourself mentally for speaking up before. For telling him you tried escaping. You hate yourself for saying this because now you're kept under his thumb with no signs of being able to try and escape again. It's frustrating.

His grip on your chin is tight and he stares into your eyes as if he's daring you to talk back. And almost awkwardly you're reminded Namjoon is still here as he calls out to his brother.

"Hoseok."

His brother ignores him.

"Hoseok." He tries again.

Your captor directs his attention over to Namjoon. His gaze is softer this time and he loosens his hold on your chin.

Namjoon gives him a pleading look that makes Hoseok release you altogether.

"Let her go, yeah?" His voice is gentle. "I know she messed up. I know I messed up for not watching over her better but give her a break."

Hoseok pulls back a bit to rub his eyes harshly. He's clearly upset and he's trying his best to reign in his anger.

"She's been with you these past few days. She hasn't tried running away." He smiles gently. "I think she's proven enough that she won't do it again."

With a big sigh Hoseok brings his hand down and looks at his brother. He sees the way he smiles and it makes him sigh again. You look between them and wait with bated breath for someone to make the next move. For them to say something but no one does and you're starting to lose hope.

"Fine." Comes Hoseok's answer.

Your whole body perks up and your eyes open wide.

"Fine," you ask. You want him to elaborate further on what he means by that.

He looks at you with a frown but there's something else in that look. Like he's nervous but he nods his head.

"You can go to the library without me BUT you won't be alone."

Your brows draw together in concern until he parts his lips and bestows upon you the greatest news you could have ever heard.

"You have to go with Namjoon."

You nod your head in excitement. "Yeah," you say. "Of course yeah."

That nervous look is still plaguing his face but he switches into a more firm one when he looks at his brother.

"You." He points to him. "Keep an eye on her. If you lose sight of her again I'm punching you in the taint."

Namjoon smiles. "We'll be fine."

"I mean it, Namjoon."

He laughs. "I believe you. It wouldn't be the first time you punched somebody in the ass."

"What?" Your question comes out loud and confused.

"Long story." Hoseok says but Namjoon continues for him.

"We were teens. It was a dare. Seokjin couldn't sit for week."

Your eyes are wide in weird fascination at what a young Hoseok would look like punching Seokjin in the ass. The image startles you a little but you say nothing more.

Namjoon grows serious as Hoseok sends him a pleading look.

"I mean it, Hoseok. We'll be fine. I'm sorry we made you believe otherwise before but this time it'll be different."

Hoseok takes in a shaky breath before releasing it. "Okay." He looks at you. "Okay." This time more softly.

He approaches you and cups your face with both of his hands. His thumbs run across your cheeks just underneath your eyes. That look of nervousness is back and he has to fight with himself to not go back on his word.

He leans down to kiss you long and deep. So much of his emotions are seared into you with that kiss that you swear your lips tingle when he pulls back.

"I won't be long," he says. "Afterwards though we're heading out, okay?"

You nod your head.

"Words, Y/N."

"Okay."

He smiles at you though it barely reaches his eyes. After a moment of staring he pulls back and looks at Namjoon. He says nothing but the brothers nod in acknowledgement before Hoseok heads out of his room.

You go to stand up but Namjoon holds a finger up at you. He's telling you to wait and so you're in a half standing half sitting position. Your brows are raised in interest especially when he looks off towards the door. You look over to the door as well and after just a second more he puts his hand down and waves you over.

"Come here," he says with a smile.

Your face mirrors his own as you grin and run up to him. His arms open to embrace you and you bury your head into his chest in happiness.

"What was that about," you question.

Namjoon hums as he squeezes you tight. "I could hear Hoseok lingering in the hallway. I take it he was second guessing his decision."

Your hands that hold the back of his shirt tighten a bit at the mention of Hoseok. "But he's gone now, right?"

"Yes he is."

You look up at Namjoon and smile back when he smiles.

"I missed you," he says.

"I missed you too.

"Oh? If that's so where's my kiss?"

You bite your bottom lip as you grow bashful. You didn't expect to hear him say something like that but you admit to yourself that you like it.

Your smile grows wider as you go to stand on your tiptoes. He meets you halfway and from there your lips meet. You missed this. Missed his full and soft lips against your own. This fills you with a feeling of warmth, happiness, and acceptance.

When you pull back and fall fully on your feet again you hug him tight to you with your head resting on his chest.

"You know Hoseok is going to make a face again when he smells me all over you."

You sigh with a frown. "He'll live."

Namjoon chuckles as he squeezes you tight before letting you go. "I guess he will."

"We'll just say it was a hug." You stand back to look up at him. "Right?"

He smiles. "Right."

"Let's get out of here then. I hate it in here."

He doesn't need to ask you why when he knows the disdain you hold for his brother. So without a second thought the two of you leave the bedroom.

You don't hold hands as you walk. You know it's because of lingering eyes from servants and the possibility of bumping into his brothers. It's a wish of yours you hope to fulfill one day even if it's the day you have to leave this place.

Your escape.

Honestly you sometimes forget about it when Namjoon is around but you know you can't stay here. You hope you can stay in contact with him after you leave but you know that will be hard. Could Namjoon successfully hide the fact that he's been keeping contact with you? And what would Hoseok do when you leave? Will he cut you off of his plan? He wouldn't do that would he because he'd be holding on to hope that he'll find you again. The thought of that bothers you but you know it's the truth.

You managed to check your bank account when Hoseok was finishing up in the bathroom. Your money is still there. You feel like you're testing fate by not putting it into use already. You fear that if you don't make your escape soon then your account will be taken down by Hyung-Won. If he knows you can still access it he'll more than likely will.

But enough about that, you think. You don't want to sour your mood. Especially now that you're finally alone with Namjoon again. You'll worry about the future another time.

When you reach the library a sigh of relief leaves you. To be back in here again and with Namjoon at that you are brought happiness. This means more to you than anything else at the moment.

He guides you over to your usual spot and pulls out the chair for you to sit. Once you're seated he places a hand on each of your shoulders and leans down to place a kiss to your cheek. Your face heats up at this.

Namjoon rounds the table after to take his seat with heartwarming words on the tip of his tongue. "These walls missed you, Y/N. I missed you."

Your smile grows the longer he talks.

"Texting you has been a joy but it doesn't cut it for me. I have to actually see and be with you."

You hum. "It's the same for me."

"Yeah?" He smiles. "Well now you're here. What do you want to do?"

You stretch your arms across the table before rolling your shoulders. "Honestly? Anything."

"Well we can pick up where we left off. We were discussing 1Q84. We can continuing with that or do you need to refresh your memory?"

Your brows draw together as you purse your lips. It's been a while so you don't know where you left off. Your world was filled with so much of Hoseok that you can't even begin to say what the story is about.

"Yeah I'm going to need a refresher."

"That's okay! If you want I can read it to you."

That idea sounds wonderful to you so you nod with a happy "Yeah." He takes your reaction with a laugh that warms you up and sets off in search for the book. When he comes back he says he'll start reading from the chapter before the one you left off at to refresh your memory and he was right because you start to recall things you remember reading before.

His voice is soft and easy to get lost in. At some point you get lost in it and have to snap back to your senses so he wouldn't think you were ignoring him. It's just that being with him like this feels a little bit like a dream. Saying you were happy would be an understatement.

At some point he stops to look at you. He smiles and you smile back.

"Do you need anything," he asks. "Like a drink or some snacks?"

"Uh," you start before shrugging your shoulders. "Sure yeah. Do you need anything?"

He nods. "Just something to drink but I'm willing to bring snacks if you want any."

"I'm fine with whatever."

His dimples show as he smiles deeply. "Then I'll be right back."

He goes to stand but before he leaves he kisses the top of your head.

He really knows how to warm your soul.

Once you're alone you grab the book across from you and stare at the cover. You flip it afterwards to see the back and read everything. It's an interesting book you have to say. Not that you dislike it in any way. You just find it interesting.

You're so engrossed with what you're doing that you don't notice the soft footsteps that come up behind you so when the person calls your name you jump in your seat.

You whirl around and see Yoongi who smiles at you gently.

"Oh Yoongi!" You laugh a little. "You startled me."

"Sorry about that."

"Has anyone told you that you're light on your feet," you ask.

He laughs. "I have actually. Jimin and Seokjin hate it." He rubs the back of his neck and you swear you can see a blush overtake his cheeks and ears.

You smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just passing by until I smelled you. Saw you were alone and found it interesting that my brother wasn't here with you."

"Yeah." You give a short pause. The mention of Hoseok bothers you but you try to not let it show. "He said I could come here. I was with Namjoon though. He'll be back soon."

His smile falters a little at the mention of his other brother. "Yeah. I smelled him too but I wasn't so sure."

You can see the way he subtly extends his neck a little to sniff the air and it makes him frown.

"You're awfully close to him aren't you?"

You nod with a hum. You don't want to say anything more to avoid any suspicion.

He rubs the back of his neck again before dropping his hand so that his fingers can drum against his thigh. His lips push out into a pout as he looks off to the side. You can tell there's something he wants to say because the next look he throws your way screams discomfort.

"I um," he starts off. His lips purse and his brows furrow. "He's my brother and I love him but just be careful, okay?"

Your lips slowly part in surprise but you hear him out. "Oh no yeah. I mean Hoseok doesn't seem to have a problem with it if that's what you mean."

He sighs but it's not done out of relief. "That's not what I meant."

You're about to ask him what he means by that but you're interrupted by Namjoon who comes in with a tray of drinks and snacks.

"Hey Yoongi," he says.

The older vampire doesn't greet him but he gives him an awkward smile. You wish he would tell you what he actually meant but it seems that will be a conversation for another time because he bids you goodbye.

"I'll see you around. Remember what I said."

You smile at him and wave as he sees himself out.

You turn back in your seat as Namjoon sits himself down before you. He lies out the tray and your eyes light up at what he's brought. From chips to moon pies and pepero sticks. He brought glasses of water but also a carton of banana milk for you and him.

"You went all out I see," you laugh

"Nothing but the best for you." He smiles as you go and reach for some stuff. He watches you in content until when you're about to take a bite of the chips. "What was that back there?"

Your brows furrow in confusion. "What was what?"

"With Yoongi," he says. "He said to remember what he said."

"Oh!"

You swallow the chips after chewing them. You contemplate on telling him the whole story but clearly there's something about his brother he wanted you to know. What it was exactly you're not really sure and you decide that would be a conversation with Yoongi for another time. So you just shrug your shoulders in response.

"It was nothing important. He was just checking in on me."

Namjoon's eyes turn into slits but there's a playful smile dancing on the edges of his lips. "Sure. Whatever you say."

You don't try to defend yourself because he can clearly tell something is up. Did he overhear what Yoongi was trying to say to you? You wouldn't doubt it. Their ears are just as sensitive as their sense of smell. And did Yoongi know his brother was listening in before Namjoon made his appearance? Another thing you wouldn't doubt but you won't elaborate on what Yoongi may or may not have meant because him leaving the way he did was apparent to you that he didn't want to talk about this in front of Namjoon. It's left leaving you stuck in the middle and so you try to ignore it so that your time with Namjoon won't be ruined.

You munch on the snacks as Namjoon takes a sip of his banana milk.

"You know," he says waving the milk around in his hand. "These are Jungkook's."

Your face drops at the mention of his brother. "Wait... Wait what?" You push your milk away as if would burn you for looking at it. "Wouldn't he be upset?"

Namjoon laughs at your reaction before grabbing your milk and placing it in front of you again. "He'll live. It's not the first time one of us touched his stuff."

"Yeah but he doesn't like me."

"He doesn't not like you."

You give him a look that makes him laugh. "There's no way you can convince me otherwise."

He puts his milk down and reaches for your hand that are still holding the bag of chips. "Like I told you before, he can be apathetic but that doesn't mean he outright dislikes you."

"He called me an it and looks at me like I dragged shit under my shoes into the house."

Namjoon's head flips back as he laughs out loud. When he brings his head back down to look at you he laughs even more at your more than serious look.

"It's not funny," you say.

"Okay okay. It's not funny but I promise you Jungkook doesn't dislike you."

"Sure. Whatever you say."

His laughter dies down until all that remains are dimples and a smile. He takes another sip of the banana milk and places it down before picking up the book again.

"Let's continue where we left off, yeah?"

You nod your head as you eat some more of the chips. His voice soothes you and it takes you for a ride through the story he tells. You listen well and smile at him whenever he looks up at you. His eyes lure you into everything that is him and for a brief moment you grow warm under the collar when you remember what you imagined when Hoseok went down on you. You have to take a sip of your drink as your mouth grows parched at the memory.

Time passes by with you listening in until you reach the end of where you last left off at. Namjoon asks you what do you think so far and you tell him that you like it. Especially with how he reads it and he just smiles.

He sends a coy look your way before resting his chin onto his fist. "I'm happy that you're here."

Your smile is soft. "I am too." You take a sip of your water too afraid to drink the banana milk. "So tell me. What have you been up to?"

He dog ears the page he left off on and closes the book. "Mostly work."

At the mention of it your mood sours a little. "Work," you repeat.

Namjoon seems to realize there's been a shift in you and so he sighs. "Yeah work."

You purse your lips as you look off towards the side. You're reminded of what Jiyoo said about the Bangtan clan's line of work. It bothers you you can't lie but you're also reminded of what Namjoon told you about his father. How it wasn't really their choice to begin with thanks to him but things are different now. Namjoon said he'd leave it all behind for you but you don't know if he can keep that promise.

"Something on your mind?"

You shrug your shoulders.

He extends his hand out towards you and you take it.

"Do you have any questions about work? Anything to help ease your mind?"

"I don't know if I want to know." Do you really want to? You think on it and frown. Maybe. Just maybe. "What is it you do," you ask.

He squeezes your hand gently. "I work in distribution."

Your eyes close as if you were in pain. Of course someone would have to work in that department and of course it had to be Namjoon.

He squeezes your hand again. "Hey."

You open your eyes and look at him. He gives you a soft look - a gentle smile to grace his lips.

"I can leave if I want to."

"Do you," you ask. "Do you really want to?"

"I said I can."

But that doesn't answer your question entirely. He says he can but is the will to do so there? You'd like to think so but you'd rather not think about it. At least not now.

You pull your hand back and it forces his brows to raise in question. To not worry him you just smile but it barely reaches your eyes.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I don't want this to mess up what we have here at the moment."

Namjoon smiles back. "Of course. It's been some time since we last were with each other. We should focus on the now instead."

You hum in agreement.

The two of you go back to reading the book. Your mind tries to wander back to the previous topic but you will it not to. You don't want this to negatively affect your relationship with him. You'll hold onto hope that he'll leave when he's ready. Whenever that may be.

When you least expect it time passes you by and Hoseok comes to get you. Your mood dampens then when you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders and he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek, but before he can he stiffens and sniffs you.

"Seriously, Namjoon?" He sounds annoyed.

The vampire before you hums questioningly.

Hoseok stands to his full height with his hands perched tightly over your shoulders.

"This is the second time she smells like you."

Namjoon's brows raise as he leans back. "That's what happens when people hug. They exchange scents."

You can't see Hoseok's face but you imagine he has a scowl.

"You're literally bathing her in your scent."

His brother laughs but it just makes Hoseok angrier.

"It's not funny."

"It's not. I know." He smiles. "Sorry Hoseok."

Hoseok sucks his teeth but he doesn't bite back at Namjoon. Instead he taps your shoulder. You look up at him to see he's still frowning.

"Come on. Let's go."

You really don't want to leave but Namjoon calls to his brother before you can even begin to get up.

"Before you leave I just want to make something clear."

Hoseok raises a brow and nods at him to continue.

"She's free to come here again like today, right? This wasn't just a one time thing?"

Your captor tongues his cheek as he thinks over the question. At least you think he is.

"Hoseok?" You question him.

He looks down at you and sighs when you give him a look that borders on you begging. It makes him sigh again as his features soften.

"Fine," he says. "But only whenever I'm busy. Outside of that you stay with me."

You look at Namjoon and he smiles at his brother.

"Sounds like a plan. Right Y/N?"

Looking back up at Hoseok you nod. "Yeah."

"Okay." He pats your shoulder again. "Then let's go. I don't want to get to the strip too late."

It's not that late into the day so you know he's just saying this to get you up and moving so you can be alone with him again.

When you stand you wave at Namjoon. Hoseok grabs your hand but before you can go his brother winks at you. It brings a smile to your face. One that's hard to wipe off as you walk away.

The time spent with Namjoon wasn't long but you're happy to say you were with him for some time. In comparison to how you weren't around him at all besides dinner these past days - yeah this meant something to you.

"Did you have fun?" Hoseok asks.

You hum in agreement.

He looks down at you and smiles. "That's good." He takes a deep breath in. "I don't mind you spending time with my brothers. I just... I just need to make sure we're on the same page here."

"Meaning?" You look up at him in question.

"Meaning you won't be making anymore attempts to leave. We can agree on that, right?"

You draw your attention to the space in front of you as you make your way towards the keys lined up against the wall. He grabs his own but before you can head towards the garage he stops the two of you so he can face you directly.

"Y/N?"

You know he's waiting for an answer. You can lie to him and say you won't but you feel like he'll see right through you. It leaves you feeling paranoid but you can't not lie because being here is the last thing that you want.

You lick your lips before nodding. "Yeah."

"Yeah what?"

A sigh leaves you. "I won't run away again." Without question your hand slips from his so you can wrap your pinky around his own. "I promise."

Hoseok looks down at your laced pinkies and a smile graces his lips. He maneuvers his hand so he can raise his thumb and watches as you raise your own and press it against his. Like a promise sealed he leans down to kiss you.

"You're too cute you know that?"

You don't answer him back but you don't have to knowing you just made his day.

When you leave the ride is a bit long and it isn't until you get there do you realize it's the same place you came to for pizza with Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon. Your eyes draw over everything around you and from where you park you can see the pizza shop at a far angle. It makes you twiddle your thumbs with nerves but so long as you act normal about it Hoseok won't question you and you won't be forced to face your "misdeeds" by him again.

"There's a bunch of stores to choose from. We can check each one and get what you want."

You grimace at the idea of having to walk in this heat. Hoseok seems to notice though as he laughs. "We can get some refreshments too if you'd like."

"Like what?"

"Well there's soft drinks but we can get slushies as well."

You hum. "I've never had a slushie."

Hoseok's brows raise up high. "You haven't?"

"Never had a reason to." You shrug. "Don't even know what flavors there are."

Hoseok grabs his sunglasses and puts them on. "Okay that's a no from me. We're getting slushies."

You eye him as he steps out of his car and hikes up his pants. He's clearly feeling determined and you can't help but to roll your eyes with a small laugh. Not because you find him endearing or anything. You just do because what has your life become? A dark comedy is it not?

You slip out of the car and join him at the front. Immediately his hand finds yours and he takes you off to an ice cream shop he claims also does frozen drinks and yogos. You don't even know what the hell that is and are afraid to ask what it might even be.

The place is called the Frozen Factory and you're given chills the moment you step inside. It's so cold inside. Colder than what you were expecting but you don't hate it. You'd much rather be in the heat though now that you think about it. The both of you wait in line as your eyes look about. There's a lot of people here who are taking advantage of the cold air so that they can cool off. Some look yours and Hoseok's way and you squeeze his hand in discomfort.

Hoseok looks down at you in question when he feels your grip grow tighter.

"Everything okay?"

You were in a stare off with one woman until you switch your view for the floor.

"Y/N?"

You purse your lips. "People are staring."

He looks up and around to see that you're right but everyone quickly averts their eyes as soon as Hoseok lies his own upon them.

He hums. "You're a pretty girl. Of course people will stare."

You give him a deadpan look.

"What?" He laughs. "I'm serious."

"Yeah it's not like it's because they see their Lord with some random woman hanging off of his hand."

He shrugs. "That too but it is what it is."

The couple in front of you move out of the way with their ice cream and now it's your turn to step up. The teenager behind the counter has a big smile on her face but you can't tell if it's because she knows Hoseok or because she's just being professional.

"Hi, what can I help you guys with today?"

"Can I get two medium sized slushies?"

She smiles even wider at Hoseok's voice.

"Of course!"

She digs around beneath the counter and produces two cups and tops them with open topped caps. She exchanges them for Hoseok's card and the payment goes through successfully. When the teenager gives her goodbyes you look up at Hoseok in confusion.

"They're empty," you say.

He laughs. "Because we fill them up over here." He leads you over to a machine against the wall that has a variety of flavors. "Pick your poison."

You look at what they have and note they have a few. From piña colada, Pepsi, cherry, blue raspberry, and mango. Hoseok chooses cherry and you watch as he pulls the little lever beneath the chosen flavor down. Out comes a thick mush of frozen beverage and it makes your eyes grow wide in interest.

Hoseok fills it to the top and pulls out a straw from the side of the machine where he slips it into his cup to drink. He takes a sips before extending his hand towards you to try. You stare at it for a moment before taking a long sip yourself but instantly regret it when you're panged with a headache.

You press your fingers into your temple and moan in pain.

"That's what happens when you drink it too fast." Hoseok laughs.

You find nothing funny about this and so you glare at him as soon as the headache starts to dissipate. He kisses your forehead to remedy you and it's with a pout do you choose blue raspberry as your drink.

You top the cup much like Hoseok did with his and it's with hesitancy do you take a sip when he places a straw in for you.

You make a sound of enjoyment to which Hoseok smiles.

"Good, right?"

You nod your head as he goes to take your hand.

The two of you head back out into the heat but you feel well off with your drink in hand.

"So where do you want to go to first?"

The question catches you off guard.

"I don't know." You shrug. "I don't know what any of these stores have."

Hoseok takes a sip of his drink as he hums. "We can try this store here. See what they have. If not there are plenty of more places."

And it's from there do the two of you hop from store to store with bags in hand filled with both your clothes and a few for himself. Most of the shopping was done by him. He would choose something out for you and you just went along with it. It's not until you find a shop with clothes more to your liking do you actually show true interest. Especially in the shoes. It brings a smile to Hoseok's face to see you actually enjoy yourself.

"What about this," you ask for the unteempth time.

You come out of the dressing room to show him a green, mesh, Summer dress you chose. It's decorated in black lace making it look delicate. His eyes light up when he sees you in it and something soft coats his features at the sight of you.

"You look beautiful."

You glare at him. "You keep saying that."

"Because it's true but even more so in this."

You look down at the dress and stretch the skirt out with your hands. Yeah it looked really nice and despite how much you loathed the idea of being out with Hoseok you're happy you came across this outfit.

When you're done trying things out Hoseok buys you what you like and the two of you head out. It's later into the day and you're at the part where the heat peaks before it cools down. You both finished your drinks hours before so you have nothing to cool off with besides the air conditioner inside the car. Your feet hurt from walking so much and you can't wait to get home.

You groan as you stretch your arms and legs.

Hoseok smiles as he goes to rub the back of your neck. "I think we had a successful day full of shopping."

You hum in agreement. "But I feel gross so I might shower when we get back."

"Whatever you'd like to do I'm here for it." He bites his lip. "I just might join you."

You don't say anything as he pulls out of the parking space and takes you both home.

Music on low fills the car. It takes up the silence that would have been there otherwise. It helps your brain to just shut off from thinking when there's no conversation needing to be had. You just look out the window and exist without a problem especially with knowing Hoseok isn't mad or disappointed in you. You don't have to worry about nerves or anxiety. You just feel tired and without noticing your head tilts to the side where you then fall asleep.

Hoseok notices when he tries to grab your hand to hold and the limb just falls like deadweight in his. He looks over to you to see that you're knocked out and it brings a smile to his face. He nearly coos at the sight and brings your hand up to his lips to kiss.

He had fun with you today. You didn't show much interest at first when it came to shopping but when you found the last store you visibly lit up. You were even going out of your way to dress up and show him what you chose. His heart warms up at the memory and he hopes that you open up more for him the longer you spend time together.

He knows you've been having a hard time adjusting ever since you left to come live with him. After having spent the majority of your life working under the Baeks with no time off. You told him you preferred that life but he's convinced you just said that to make him think otherwise. Otherwise being that you actually disliked working for as long as you have. Hoseok is sure your life is better now. No need to worry about being up at a certain time to work your weary bones off and that's not to mention how the Baeks may have treated their help. The ones that work for Hoseok and his brothers are treated with respect and are given their time off. They aren't obsessed over like Hyun-Woo did with you either. Obsessed over yet treated without proper respect. He still recalls the smell of your blood that night when he found you in the garden. You looked out of it and emotional. Clearly Hyun-Woo did more to you than just take a taste of your blood and it sours his mood at the memory. Not to mention the true feelings Hyung-Won and Hyun-Sik had for you. But you're here now with him. You're safe and over time he knows you'll grow happy. It's taking you some time to warm up to his brothers as well but he's patient. Whether it takes you days, months or years - you'll eventually warm up to them. And when the time comes to change you so that you'll live with him forever he'll be sure to ask Namjoon to do it for him since he has the ability to do so unlike Hoseok himself.

He squeezes your hand in comfort.

Things will eventually work out and when you least expect it you'll be carrying his child and you'll live happily ever after. He knows this well.

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere hoseok #yanderebts #btsfanfic #jhope #jung hoseok #hoseok #reader #fanfic

[xxmissarichanxx]

✨XMACX Monthly✨ | April 2024

lol i hope u enjoyed the silly update yesterday~ here's the answers to the lil game:

2 TRUTHS • i did draw the line art with my left hand c'''': • may's cover model MAY in fact be a yummy mommy. it's up to youuuuu~

2 LIES • i'll never stop drawing hunks. who would i be without them sobs • i am dropping a BL comic this month, just not on April 20.

you may read this month's update on PTRN for free or below the cut~ you can also view the previous issue here.

I cannot believe we are four months into 2024. What have I to show for it :''''D Anyway, a few announcements:

I got accepted into Citrus Con's Artist Alley this year! I had the honor of sharing my wares during the online BL convention last year. I'm excited to do it again this year! I'm hoping to debut physical copies of some BL comics, and if not, digital copies will be fine too. My bootiful patrons will be the first to read them. Starting this month, I'll be dropping pages. Whatever I finish, it's going up.

You might have also noticed that the banner on the top of my Patreon page changed. It's to reflect the transition I'm making from one project to the next. :^)

Schedule

April 1 - The Fool's Cover

April 2 - XMACX Monthly Update

April 5 - May Cover Model Polls

April 12 - April Cover Model Process

April 19 - Kiki's Sakura Date Part 2

April 26 - Cover Story, Ippon!

April 28 - FBDC Update

April 30 - Sketch Dump

Cover Story Preview | Ippon!

I think I am ready to take on a slightly longer comic than the short ones I've worked on the past few months. SO, I'll be dusting off this old project that features Masa sparring Ken in a judo match.

April OC Birthdays

April 1st is Satoru's birthday because he's a silly goose. He was featured in my short comic last month, Kiki's Sakura Date Part 1. He'll also show up in Part 2.

VN Development Update | FBW

This month I'm picking up where I left off in developing Froot Basket White! I'll be starting with Sutoro's route, which means his will be the first to release!

I've also decided that for Froot Basket White, I'd like to have some pals onboard to help me create assets, so I'll be hiring peeps to draw the background art, food items, and other things I need assistance with. I'll still be the sprite, CG, and UI artist and writer.

I'd also like to properly have the script proofread before I hand it off to our cast members. And when it comes down to it, I'd like to have the episodes tested before release. I'm excited for this project and I hope I can wrap up the story well!

Other Stuff this Month

I'm sorry, but I am STILL catching up on commissions orz. And because I am an Ainosuke and SK8 simp, I'll be partaking in another Adam Zine. I simply enjoy being in the fandom and seeing and supporting peeps who create in the fandom. And I think Ainosuke is an amazing character and if given any opportunity to support him and other Adam lovers, I WILL BE THERE.

In other news, I'll be on a teeny tiny vacay around mid-April. I won't be taking my tablet or laptop with me, so I won't be able to work on stuff. I'll do my best to build a buffer for May because...

Next Month

I'll be gone the first half of May. I'm peacing out. I'll be spending some time with mi mama. I don't wanna even think about projects or work. In fact, I wanna catch up on a backlog of playing some friend's games and reading some friend's comics and novels.

And then I'll cram everything in the last half of the month (like I usually do) LOL.

WATCH BRAVE BANG BRAVERN AND CRY WITH ME SOBS

Mahalo nui, Ari

#xmacx monthly #comic artist #bl comic #original character art #oc art #art #xmacxoc #xmacxart

[swanimagines]

About BatBP schedules for those interested (and an explanation why I've been so absent/slow to publish new stuff):

I've tried to decide what is the best option for a while now. I want BatBP/Bastard and the Blood Princess readers to know when will the next chapter be published as it has gotten an influx of readers and it no longer is a "whatever, no one cares" situation, so I've decided to publish three requests before each BatBP chapter. I've posted only BatBP since last August, minus the Gideon piece in January and Peeta yesterday, so I think it's time to start doing my requests again properly. This means I have 2 oneshots to post before the next BatBP chapter, as The Favourite (Gideon) was posted about two weeks before Chapter 8 of BatBP (can't check because AO3 is under maintentance).

Also a reminder that from that pile of fics I posted here a month ago were posted on AO3 last year, so they weren't "new" and I don't write new stuff fast enough to be able to post daily, or usually even weekly. I recently came back to cross-post here, which is why I posted all that.

This became long, so more below:

Also I know a lot of you are waiting for my new SaB pieces/oneshots, I've been staying away from those because of BatBP but now I may be doing them too again as I'm intending to do my requests semi-regularly as well. Though I will be filling my requests for my other fandoms too, and I don't plan on doing what I did last year, 80% of my published content being either for SaB or one of Freddy's characters (not Kaz).

I have a few reasons for why I've been slow, one reason being that a thing our family has been afraid of for years is now finally happening. Another reason being that I've moved away from where I lived in previously, and a lot of overwhelming stuff has been on the table since this year began because of it as I'm expected to do and be more than I was, despite being incredibly stressed and overwhelmed all the time. And this takes away from my energy to write anything. Requests, BatBP, stuff I write for myself only, I haven't written anything for months, only proofread and edited stuff that was already written and waiting to be published, and there's a bunch of that waiting for me to proofread/edit to be published next.

I don't want to vent about my personal life in detail anymore here, but I hope you will understand that my life is very stressful right now and I'm trying my best to go through your requests, but I'm not a Superwoman and I've learned to set myself a limit so I won't burn out again. And yes, I know there are a lot of writers who publish long pieces daily, every other day, several times a week, and some of you throw me with usernames and compare me to them, and then get back to me with a frustrated message when I don't answer because I don't want to pull them into any drama. Especially when some of them are my ex-friends from when I still was one of the "main" group.

Also I do have one half-excuse why I haven't been writing much after coming back from the con. I feel slightly weird of writing for Freddy's characters/proofreading my finished pieces for them rn because I got to talk to him and hug him a month ago, and I'm still recovering from that shock 😅 Which is also one of the reasons I haven't written anything new for them. But I'm training myself back into it, because I do feel incredibly motivated and inspired to write 100001 pieces for them at one sitting.

But yeah! This was the thing I wanted to talk about, thank you for reading this far. I possibly have a new piece coming tomorrow or over the weekend, I just need to sort my ready to publish requests out and decide which one I'll publish next 👍🏻 (Gotta go to shower and sleep in an hour so can't choose now)

#kaz brekker x reader #the bastard and the blood princess #jentalks

[mknight0000]

Cross-Dimensional Answers Prologue-Ch 1 (Last Legacy)

A/N: AAAAA I cannot believe this is happening!! So I am writing the events of LL from the perspective of my MC. Hopefully, you’ll get to know her as the story progresses and maybe grow to like her! Before we get started, I wanted to make a few things clear. 

I do want to preface that I am not the creator of LL (obviously). I am taking the story of LL and making just a few adjustments and additions here and there (for example: the setting of the expo). This is from the perspective of how i feel my MC experienced this story and if your interpretation of the events is different then that is totally okay! We all love and experience these routes differently so one interpretation does not discredit another. With the routes being on indefinite hiatus, when I get closer to the current state of the story, I will be taking some creative liberties on how the rest of the story folds out. This is not a story that will completely follow the events laid out for us, but a way for me to finish the story so I can have some sense of closure. Also there may be some instances that I may not fully know how things operate. I will try my best to do research and information digging, but I may have to make some guesses (ex. How a check in at a con works seeing as I’ve sadly never been to one) so you’ve been warned. 

 Listed below are the creators of LL. They worked so hard on the world and I want everyone to show them some love for it. I put a link to the LL carrd as well so that you can check out everyone’s socials (so many talented writers and artists worked very hard on this story so please go support them!). 

I do want to warn you that I am a beginner writer. I’ve only every written fictional stories for a few school assignments and for an application, so all the work I've done has been seen by very little people. If you have any constructive criticism, it is much appreciated, HOWEVER please do not send hate. It does not help anyone out, and if anything it hurts more then it helps so if you have any suggestions, feel free to DM me. 

With that very long A/N done and out of the way (don’t worry it won’t be like this in the next installments), let's get this party started!!

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-Word Count: 2,428

-Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Food, Probably poor grammar (I try to proof read but my mind jumps a lot sooooo), 

-Creators: Dev (creator and writer), Ciel (sprites, cgs, illustrations), Hika (bgs, illustrations, gfx), Lulu (writer), and Grace (writer) 

-Carrd Link

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“Are you sure that you have everything packed for your first day? Your lunch and backpack are already packed, right? Do you have your supplies ready?” I ask hastily into my phone, briskly walking out of my hotel toward the convention center in hopes of being early. 

“Yes, yes i do, you don’t need to- hmph!” the voice on the other side exclaims suddenly. A crash sounds in the background, “Shit!”

I stop suddenly, concern lacing my voice, “Are you okay Tim? What happened?”

I hear a laugh come from the other side, after which I exhale a breath of relief.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I just tripped over my backpack is all, and I’ll be fine today,” Tim says as I hear the rustling of fabric, most likely putting on his school uniform jacket, “there’s no need to worry.” 

I quietly laugh and a small smile adorns my face, warmed by the thought of my caring brother as I continue my walk toward the convention center. As I get closer, I spot signs and billboards posted around the city of Orlando, advertising the event, indicating that I am getting closer to my destination.

“You know it’s my job to worry about you, right? I’d be a pretty bad caretaker if I didn’t. I mean it’s not every day that you start your Junior year!” I say into my phone, laughing slightly towards to end of my words knowing what his following reaction will be.  

“Yeah, totally, the thought of taking the SAT this year is soooo thrilling,” Tim says back, a smile hinted in his voice though his tone is of complete loathing, “Cannot wait to spend restless nights studying for probably one of the most important exams of my life, definitely no pressure.”

He is about to say something else when I hear another voice on the other end of the call.

“Is that Meg on the phone? Let me talk to her,” I hear a voice call from the other end.

“Ugh, hold on! Let me say goodbye to her before you steal my phone out of my hands!” Tim exclaims, frustration coating his words, “Well, Andy will probably hang up before giving the phone back so I hope you have a good time at the expo.”

“Thanks, Tim. Have a good first day. I know this’ll be your year, I can feel it. Just try to talk to some new people today, okay?”

A brief moment of silence comes from the other end.

“...Yeah okay,” he responds, hesitation clear in his voice, “I’ll call you when school gets out, alright? I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Here’s Andy.”

I decide to stop and stand off to the side as silence fills the call, hearing the phone being transferred from Tim to my other brother.

“How is my wonderful sister doing this beautiful morning?” Andrew asks in a honeyed voice. I stand there, squinting my eyes, suspicion clear on my face.

“What do you need Andy?” I ask smirking, knowing that tone all too well.

“What?? I can’t ask how my talented, beautiful sister is doing this fine morning?”

I don’t even bother to respond.

“...Huh, I can never get anything past you, can I?”

“No, no you cannot,” I laugh.

Andrew laughs into the phone along with me.

“Well then, is there any chance that I can steal some of your muffins from your apartment? They’re the really tasty ones that I love and I can totally pay you back when you return,” asks Andrew.

I raise my eyebrow, “You promise to pay me back? Last time you said that it took you six months to repay me and you only did so because your own husband had to threaten you,” I state.

“Yes, yes I promise!” He pleads, “I’ll even pinky-promise if that helps!”

I laugh, “No, it's fine, you can take some.”

“Thanks, little sis-”

“We’ve had this discussion before, I’m not your little sis!” I exclaim into the phone, a couple sitting at a café table near me looking pointedly at me. I give them a shrug and mouth “sorry” to them.

“Yeah, you are.”

“Being older by 10 minutes does not count.”

“Yes it does,” he says with a smirk knowing he won the discussion, “Anyways, like Tim said, please try not to worry about us during the expo. I know it’s been a while since you’ve had time for just yourself so just please enjoy your time there, you deserve this,” he says in a gentle tone. 

“I will, thanks,” I say, grateful for my brothers’ concerns.

“Make sure to get some sweet pics of you in front of the expo with your cosplay, oh! and don’t forget the gift for Seb’s birthday, you know how much he loves those Reynold guitars. He’ll definitely freak out when he sees its from the OG shop” Andrew said excitedly.

“Will do. Also, you’re still picking me up Friday evening, right?”

“Yep! Meet you at the guest gate?”

“No, on the flight line–yes at the guest gate,” I laugh into the phone. “I’ll call you when I take a break for lunch, love you, Andy.”

“Love you, Meg, have fun, bye!”

“Will do, bye.”

I end the call and I put my phone back into my backpack. I look in the window in front of me to check over my cosplay before I step into the check-in line. My brown hair is pulled into a mid-ponytail with some strands hanging out of the front for style and is adorned with a crystal flower clip. Realistically wearing a ponytail in an actual fight wouldn’t end well but hey, I look cute so what the hell. I have on a white, dramatic, peter-pan collared blouse with adorable poufy sleeves that Lizzie let me borrow for the expo, which is paired with black trousers tucked into black combat boots. Styled with the blouse is a lightly boned, black stay that is tied up in the front. The outfit itself is pretty plain, however, the gems of the outfit include my handmade cloak and the faux sword hanging from my hip. The cloak, a deep, thick, navy blue fabric, layered with a sheet of moon and star embroidered lace on top, is secured in by gold trimmed edges surrounding the collar of the cape. On the back, there is a large, embroidered, golden Starsworn logo. The cloak, alongside my handmade worbla foam sword, was the most expensive and time-consuming part of the outfit. It took many sleepless nights and breaks during my work shifts to complete them. However, paired with the simple clothing choices, my outfit perfectly exhibits design aspects of the leaked art from the latest installment to the ultimate franchise, Last Legacy II: Ex Nihilo.

After my cosplay check-over, I put on the badge that I received in the mail a few weeks prior, and walk into the appropriate line outside the expo hall under a large, tan canopy leading to the entrance of the hall, shielding guests from the Flordia sun. Hanging from the canopy reads a sign: Welcome to FanExpo FantasyCon.  

I can’t believe it. I haven’t felt this excited in…years. 9 long, strenuous, exhausting years to be exact. It still feels like yesterday when I was neck deep in blankets on my bed, trying to distract myself from the collapsing world around me, when I stumbled across that review.

Despite its huge popularity, no one else in my friend group, other than Sebastian, really got into it, so the game has always been a little personal to me and allowed me to become distracted when I needed it the most.

I put my backpack down on the table once I get up to the security station so it can be checked, get my badge scanned, and walk through the metal detector to collect my bag on the other side and from there I enter into the hall.

As I walk in, I notice some familiar art from the previous Last Legacy game posted on the surrounding walls of a hallway. Smells of various food booths are posted at the other side of the expo hall, filling the very large room, and chatter from employees and guests alike echo throughout the area, creating an exciting buzz. Booths hawking various crafts are set up everywhere in the hall, from artists selling prints to various coding businesses and software developing systems advertising their companies. To my left, there is an entrance to a theatre-like room where i assume the main panel for today will be held later on.

Looking around, a a bright, wide smile adorns my face, and for the first time in a long time, pure joy fills my body. I was a little skeptical about coming to the expo when they announced it and released the ticket sales. Today is, after all, the first day of Tim’s new school year, and I haven’t been on a trip like this since before becoming Tim’s legal guardian five years ago, but after some convincing from everyone, Andy and James promising to look after him the next three days, and working extra hours to afford the tickets for access to the Mike Morrigan signing and costume costs, I went forward with buying the tickets. 

This was definitely worth it, I think to myself.

Before I explore the main hall, I decide to walk down the hallway filled with panels of art from various franchises. Various scenes and characters are depicted from floor to ceiling. Some of the art is the official art from franchises, whilst other wall panels consist of concept art and art made by other artists, all done by talented individuals.

As I’m walking down the hallway a familiar voice behind me catches my attention. 

“Wow! Your cosplay is amazing!”

I turn to see Celena, an incredibly talented cosplayer staring right in my direction with her deep magenta eyes (most likely from contacts). Her short, platinum white hair is adorned with an adorable bunny ear headband, which matches perfectly with her light purple dress topped with little bows in the front and a big bow in the back on top of her faux-bunny poof tail. She looks straight from the game itself, making it one of the reasons why she is my favorite cosplayer of all time. 

Emotionally and mentally, I’m screaming. 

And somehow, in some way, I am able to respond (almost) calmly and (almost) normally. 

“Oh my god, thank you so much! Yours is amazing as well! I mean your dress is to die for! Do you mind if I get a picture with you?” I ask, overthinking each word as it comes out of my mouth. 

“Of course! What’s your name?”

“Megan”

“Well nice to meet you, Megan,” she says with a smile, “And what job class are you?”

“I am a Starsworn Swordmaster,” I say, gesturing at the sword I have on my hip as we move closer to get both into frame. 

I hold up my phone and take a selfie of the two of us smiling, her holding up a peace sign. After the camera clicks, I put my phone back into my bag, and when I turn back to her, she is looking at the art on the wall behind me, causing me to turn to see what grabbed her attention, in turn seizing mine.

Before me stands two familiar characters from the first Last Legacy game: Magister Escell Mirun, on the left, and Ayanna Anka, on the right. Though most of the internet is enthralled and obsessed with him, I’m not particularly a fan of the Battlemage and his cliché vain, and scheming personality. On the poster, Escell’s long purply-black hair is tied into a loose, low ponytail and it, along with his blue and green uniform with gold, accents, flows in the breeze as he stretches his pale hand outwards, imitating a spell being cast. On the right, the clever and cunning Engineer, Ayanna, stands facing away from the photo but looking back over her shoulder with her sharp, yellow cat-like eyes and iconic smirk. Her hair, put up into various thin braids, and ends highlighted in purple, lays below her large, poufy cat ears and her brown and gold-lined goggles. Her Ilpheta marks adorn her face on top of her dark brown skin, and her brown and tan striped tail curls upward. Though I love Ayanna’s character, I can’t help but question the developer’s choice in costuming, but nonetheless, I adore her.

I laugh to myself, remembering a past night during Freshman year in college when Sebastian and I discussed…funny ideas surrounding Last Legacy’s characters. 

I decide to let Celena in on one of our comments, turning around, asking, “Hey don’t you think Escell would look amazing in a chainmail bikini-” I stop abruptly. 

I look around and realize that I am now alone.

That’s weird, I could’ve sworn this hallway was packed with people a couple of seconds ago. 

Not only am I alone, but the chatter from the main hall is gone as well. 

“Hello? Celena? Anyone?” I call out. 

No answer. 

My breathing starts to become heavier, and I feel myself becoming colder, a clear sign of my nervousness and fear starting to show. Panic rises in my chest. The same feelings I had that night nine years ago start up.

What the hell? What the hell? What the- No don’t panic, Megan. Just- Just stay calm, maybe everyone is in the theatre for the panel? Or–

My thoughts are interrupted when a small thud sounds from in front of me. A long, multi-chrome staff rolls my way, pushed by seemingly nothing. The staff is adorned by gold accents and dangles, with a glowing crystal perched at the top, encased by gold circles, crossing over each other.

“Woah…is that…the Astrolabe?” I ask myself. 

The legendary relic lies before me while I try to understand my current situation. With the amount of detail this prop has, there is no way this is anyone’s ordinary cosplay prop. 

I look around to see if there is any clear indication of who it belongs to but no one seems to step forwards to claim it. 

With the intent to return this to whoever dropped it, I take a few steps forward, toward the staff, and reach down to pick it up. Once my fingers touch the cool, metal base of the shaft, light protrudes from the crystal laid in the center, and white light fills my vision. I try to move my hand back but clearly, it is too late. 

The hall and all the sense associated with it disappear from me and are replaced by small, shimmering balls of light. And then nothingness swallows me whole.

And then nothingness swallows me whole.

to be continued...

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Edit: Changed a few things for flow and some minor spell check

AAAAAAAAA I cannot believe this, this is so insane. This is the first time I've ever posted my writing!!! AAAAAA

#last legacy #fictif #sage lesath #oc #oc x sage lesath #writing #cross dimensional answers

[kelmcdonald]

See You at VanCAF

This is copy pasted from my newletter. 

Hey all! My main thing is I'll be at VanCAF which is in Vancouver, British Columbia on May 20&21. They haven't posted con maps yet, so I don't know what my table number is. But I'll be there and it's free to get into. So stop by!

Like I said the big thing this month is going to VanCAF. The rest of the month is mostly keeping my nose to the grindstone. 

This month's full moon movie is The Wolfman again. This time the remake. While watching the original Wolf Man, myself and other folks in the discord talked about some of the stuff that was changed in the remake (stuff like the remake is twice as long.) So I figured doing a back to back would be kinda fun. So if you wanna join, we'll be watching it May 5th at 6pm PST. Join the discord if you want.

As always I'll be streaming art on Twitch. My schedule is currently the following:

Tuesday 8pm-10pm PST

Wednesday 8pm-10pm PST

Thursday 6pm-9pm PST (during the Iron Circus Geekshow)

I mentioned last month that I was redoing the live reading of Fame and Misfortune. My mic worked this time so I've saved it and posted it on my youtube. We go over through the whole story in about 30 mins. Then I answer some questions from fans.

I'll definitely doing something like this for The Better to Find You With. As I'll get to in the next section, I got a lot of stuff on my plate. It will probably be some time in the fall.

I spent a lot of April still playing catching up on things. I was really backed up on my work for Seven Seas. I think I got it handled now, but Blue Moon is still not done. I think that has to be my primary focus this month. I was hoping to get the current chapter of You are the Chosen One last month, but that didn't happen. It's penciled so for the next few Fridays I'll post the pencils of the rest of chapter.

By the time those go up, I'll hopefully be done with Blue Moon and can give You are the Chosen One more attention. I hate to do it, but I have to put something on hold. The City Between being free means it gets me more new readers/attention and You are the Chosen One takes longer. And after I write Blue Moon, I should probably make sure the next batch of You are the Chosen One script are ready for drawing. So here's my to do list/priority:

Write Blue Moon

Keep up with The City Between

Freelance thing that is NDA

Clean up Murky Water to make a book

Finish Chapter 3 of You are the Chosen One

Review next few chapters of You are the Chosen One

Anyway, that's quite a lot.  I barely had time to read or watch new stuff this month. So kinda a short list this month.

Darling by Olivia Stephens - Darling is a Western Horror about a black woman who's living as a werewolf to escape the racism of 1800s America. She meets a black man on the run and the two have an instant connection Olivia art is excellent and rendering makes every page look both beautiful and haunting. It's one of the best werewolf comics I've read. You should all go back it here.

Love is Hard for Otaku - This is one checked out because Mangasplaining did an episode on it. They had a kinda mixed opinion of it, but I was curious to look into it myself. It's about a gal who's a big nerd but is hiding it from her day job because her last boyfriend dumped her for being too nerdy. A nerdy guy friend proposes they date each other because since they are both nerds she won't have to worry about him dumping her for it. There is a manga and an anime. The manga is a little rough. The pacing seems to be kinda wonky. The anime does a better job landing the jokes, mostly because a lot of the jokes involved references to anime. So the joke works better when they can copy the scene from Evangelion shot for shot, rather than translation the animation into a comic. I don't 100% buy the characters as a couple so I'm on the fence about continuing to watch it. 

Nope - This was something that was on my I should get around to seeing this movie since it came out. It was streaming so I made a point to watch it. It's less than a year old so I won't go into details about the plot. But I really liked the point it makes about random chance and nature. I also really liked the relationship between the two main siblings. It was a good mix for conflict, frustration, and affection.

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through the big workload that's going on. Please back my Patreon if you can. Every little bit helps!

#newsletter #kel mcdonald newletter #werewolves #comics #webcomics #fame and misfortune #the city between #you are the chosen one #nope movie #love is hard for otaku #olivia stephens

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Sun Myung Moon: Prophet for Profit (1976)

▲ Here is the self-ordained Reverend Moon as he spoke behind a bullet-proof screen in New York’s Madison Square Garden at a 1974 rally. He preached love while thousands of his followers were in the streets collecting money.

Parade magazine, May 30, 1976 pages 6-7 (also Day of Hope 3-2c.pdf)

by L. H. Whittemore

NEW YORK, N.Y. Next Tuesday night (June 1, 1976) in Yankee Stadium a pudgy, round-faced, 56-year-old evangelist from South Korea will launch his greatest effort to date to convince Americans that he has been chosen to lead us all to salvation.

The preacher is the self-ordained Rev. Sun Myung Moon who, since coming to this country, has added thousands of young Americans to his global army of followers, amassed a fortune that includes at least $50 million in property, publicly embraced a President of the United States—and been accused of brainwashing, misleading and virtually enslaving his converts. Moon’s Yankee Stadium rally kicks off a national tour he calls the “Bicentennial God Bless America Festival.”

To his followers, who are often called “Moon Children” or “Moonies,” the persuasive Moon is “the third Adam, the next Jesus Christ, and the true parent of mankind”—a new Messiah who will, in the not too distant future rule the world.

To many concerned American parents, however, he is a false prophet who has lured their children into his “Unification Church” by appealing to their idealistic instincts and then cuts them off from their families and sets them to work peddling, recruiting and raising money for him and his worldwide organization.

One Moonie who managed to escape from the movement is Ford Greene, 23-year-old godson of Sen. James Buckley (R.-Cons., N.Y.). Like thousands of others, Greene was hooked by attending a weekend workshop that was never outwardly identified as being part of the Moon organization, which has set up several front groups bearing names like the Collegiate Association for the Research of Principles, [CARP on College Campuses] and the Creative Community Project [in the Bay Area]. Most are run by Moon followers brought from other countries to do recruiting here.

‘Love-bombed’ Says Greene: “Anyone who goes for the weekend introductory program gets ‘love-bombed.’ That means all the Moonies are super-friendly. They say how glad they are to see you. Everyone laughs and sings and has a good time. I tell you, it’s quite a trip.

“They tell you the Messiah is now here on Earth, and they, hint very strongly that it’s Moon. After listening to hours of lectures and never having a chance to think things over for yourself, you’re ready to believe.”

According to Jean Merritt, a psychiatric social worker in Lincoln, Mass., those who join up with Moon “are usually idealistic young men and women who are having difficulty deciding what to do with their lives.” The cult offers an attractive alternative to the outside world, she says. But at the same time their “ego functioning is manipulated” by the group until they are “mentally imprisoned.”

What is it that Moon followers are supposed to believe? Although Moon calls himself a Christian, he holds that Christ failed in his mission on Earth. In Korea, Moon was dismissed as a Presbyterian in 1948.

[He was excommunicated by the Presbyterian Church, and jailed in Heungnam Special Labor Camp for bigamy in 1948. The husband of Kim Chong-hwa reported him to the authorities for conducting a wedding ceremy with his wife. He was never a spy for South Korea or a political prisoner. That was a UC smokescreen. Moon’s friends were communists and he had chosen to enter communist North Korea in 1946.] Since then he has evolved his own religious concepts, including the assertion that “America has been chosen as the nation to receive the Messiah for ultimate world salvation in our century.”

Moon, who delivers his public exhortations in Korean with an interpreter translating his words into English, asserts that God works through nations, as does Satan. America, being “God’s nation,” must be prepared to do battle for the Lord against the Soviet Union, Communist China and North Korea. The only way to win such a global confrontation, he indicates, is to join the Unification Church before it’s too late —both God and Moon are losing their patience.

[Moon only became anti-communist in the early 1960s to save his skin in South Korea. Later he gave $millions, and submarines, with missile launch tubes to North Korea. LINK.]

“Kings and queens and heads of state will someday bow at my feet,” Moon has told his followers. “I will conquer and subjugate the world.”

The Korean link There is a link between Moon and the South Korean government. President Chung Hee Park not only gives Moon his open support but sends thousands of civil servants to an anti-Communist school [in Guri] run by the Unification sect. Moon’s chief associate is Col. Bo Hi Pak, who was a military attaché for the South Korean government in Washington, D.C., from 1961 to 1964. Pak has also been associated with the Korean CIA. LINK

Whatever Moon’s beliefs and principles may be, there’s no doubt that he has been able to turn them into hard cash. Although he claims to have between 2 and 3 million followers in 100 countries, principally Japan and South Korea, it’s the United States that has really turned out to be a money machine for him. [The money from Japan should never be underestimated. LINK ]

“In 1975,” reports Neil Salonen, 31, president of the American branch of the Unification Church, “we received nearly $12 million in cash at our national headquarters in New York City. But the total collected all over the country was much larger.”

Moon and his movement have purchased $10 million worth of property in Tarrytown, N.Y., near the Hudson River, not to mention real estate in more than 100 cities and in every state. Minimum total value is put at $50 million. To acquire his 22-acre Belvedere estate in Tarrytown, Moon plunked down $850,000 in cash. He also paid $625,000 for a mansion in nearby Irvington, N.Y., where he lives with his fourth wife and their eight children. The cult also owns a 254-acre estate and seminary in Barrytown, N.Y., about 50 miles north of Tarrytown, which is said to be worth $1.5 million. The seminary is the unofficial world headquarters for the Unification Church, whose spiritual home remains in Seoul, the South Korean capital. Moon also is the proprietor of two seagoing yachts and a Manhattan town house. His wealth has helped create a high-powered propaganda machine that would turn a Presidential candidate green with envy.

A numbing regimen According to those who have managed to break loose from the cult, it has also created near prison-like conditions for the true believers.

Moonies live in homes rented or purchased by the Unification Church. According to Salonen, there are at least six “training” or “residential” centers in each state, some with just a few members and others with up to 100. Members are ordered to refrain from alcohol and sex. Men and women are separated in the living quarters and even close friendships are discouraged.

Former members of the cult insist that they never got more than five hours of sleep a night. Moonies, they report, are kept busy with a regimen of exercise, group discussion, lectures, songs and prayers, games like tag [and volleyball] and, of course, long stretches of recruiting and peddling in the outside world. Beneath an exterior of cheerfulness, they are often tired, hungry and even numb, performing their tasks with only the thought that they are “saving the world for God and Moon” to keep them going.

▲ Jaime Sheeran in her room at a Moon seminary. She’s one of three daughters of New Jersey Insurance Commissioner James Sheeran. She won’t quit the cult.

The typical Moonie The typical Moon disciple in the U.S. is a man or a woman, average age 23, from a white, upper-middle-class family. Many are college students disenchanted with American life. Most are carried away by the initial workshop experience, and then find that they’re being put through increasingly lengthy training sessions.

“We’d get letters every week or so,” says Mrs. George Swope of Port Chester, N.Y., referring to the time when her 19-year-old daughter suddenly dropped out of college after one of the cult’s weekends. “She wrote how ‘happy’ she was but that she couldn’t come home. And she never did come home either, until we got her out.”

Her daughter, Winnie, left after six months, but only after being “rescued” by Ted Patrick, 45, the best-known practitioner of “deprogramming”—a rigorous technique of talking it out. Patrick is nicknamed “Black Lightning” by the Moon followers, both for the color of his skin and for his swift appearance in their lives. He claims to have “rescued” more than 1000 members of various cults, all of which, he says, use some sort of “brainwashing.”

In a recent book called Let Our Children Go, Patrick accuses the Unification group of “brainwashing” methods like those used in the Korean war, “when many of our prisoners were subjected to intensive political indoctrination.”

Virtually all former Moonies say that they were “programmed” to think and behave in a certain manner. “My daughter said that she and others would be willing to do anything for Moon,” says Mrs. Swope, “because he really represents God to those in the cult.”

“They completely ripped off my mind and my free will,” says Denise Peskin, 21, of Plainview, N.Y. “I was a robot for Moon. My mind was empty. It was just a reflector of everything they told me.”

‘Eyes out of focus’ Denise says that she worked in San Francisco selling flowers and recruiting new members on the streets. “We were told to say anything to get money,” she reports. “I pushed flowers for ‘youth educational guidance’ and did very well. I also got 50 recruits.”

One of Moon’s most ardent foes, Rabbi Maurice Davis of White Plains, N.Y., says he and a group of 900 concerned families have helped at least 95 Moonies out of the cult. “At first,” he says, “the kids have their eyes out of focus, with plastic smiles on their faces. There’s a total lack of genuine emotion. One boy saw me and actually shriveled into a corner in stark terror. He said the cult had told him I was the Devil. I kept talking to him, trying to get him to think for himself again. He said, ‘Moon is fighting for my soul and so are you. How do I know where the truth is?’ I told him, ‘Moon wants you to stay in his organization. I want you out in the world, free.’ When he finally snapped out of it, he broke into tears and said, ‘Just tell me one thing—where have I been?’ It was frightening.”

Meanwhile, thousands of Moonies work unbelievably long hours soliciting funds and peddling candy, peanuts, flowers and the like, on street corners and in parking lots. Former members say they lost all track of time and that they collected no less than $100 a day.

Since April 1973, Moon has had a permanent residency visa from U.S. immigration, even though questions have been raised about his past. He has been accused of holding sex orgies as part of his rites. A spokesman for him in Seoul says: “It is true that Teacher Moon was tried on morals charges, but he was eventually acquitted.”

‘God loves Nixon’ In 1973, during the Watergate crisis, Moon launched a huge campaign in support of President Nixon. He marshaled 1000 Moonies into rallies and marches with signs proclaiming “God Loves Nixon.” At a White House meeting, the pudgy cult leader embraced the then President.

One of the few public responses to Moon by a prominent politician has come from Sen. Mark Hatfield (R., Oreg.), who said in 1974, “The appeal to nationalism of any country, as if somehow God has favorites among his creatures, is very, very dangerous, particularly when you mix that with the cultic adulation and devotion of his followers and the implicit, if not the explicit, statement that he [Moon] is the new Christ.”

Hatfield’s warning is echoed even more strongly by ex-Moonies who charge that Moon is really seeking world political power and is assembling an army of young zealots ready to die for him.

PARADE interviewed a former high-ranking member of Moon’s cult in the United States who had been in charge of its “political arm” called the Freedom Leadership Foundation. Alan Tate Wood, 29, now a psychology student at Rutgers University in New Jersey, said that he left Moon’s group “because it’s not a church, but a fascist political movement. His group is the most powerful analogue to the Hitler youth that we have at this time.”

The parents act Last February, more than 300 parents of Moon disciples from 30 states converged on Washington for a meeting arranged by Sen. Robert Dole (R., Kan.). They met with representatives of the Internal Revenue Service, the Labor Department, the Postal Service, immigration authorities and others in hopes of persuading federal officials to investigate the Unification cult.

So far, however, there has been little action by the government. An IRS spokesman, Leon Levine, told PARADE that investigation of Moon’s group as a tax-exempt organization poses a touchy, perhaps crucial problem: “The law says that churches are tax-exempt. The question is, when does a group qualify as a religion? It’s not easy to answer.”

Meanwhile, the Rev. Sun Myung Moon goes right on holding meetings, making converts, acquiring property and preparing for his own version of Armageddon.

_____________________________________

Ford Greene – the former Moonie became an attorney

Moonwebs by Josh Freed (the book was made into a movie)

The six ‘wives’ of Sun Myung Moon

Crazy for God: The nightmare of cult life by Christopher Edwards

After Sun Myung Moon’s help, North Korea Launch an SLBM Missile on October 2, 2019

#Sun Myung Moon #Yankee Stadium #Unification Church #Korean messiah #Family Federation for World Peace and Unification #Hak Ja Han

[beaversatemygrandma]

Many things here. There may be a life change. Idk when, but holy hell is it coming. It may be good.

Alright, so. The guy I've been talking to for a good while now. Basically a long distance relationship. Basically suddenly realizing I could have feelings for the guy who had a crush on me in high school. And the only one who was respectful about it and nowhere near annoying enough that I just try to get away from him immediately. He's soft. He's sweet. He did it the right way by connecting with me as a friend and getting into the things I was into. He did it RIGHT. Didn't just go in with intention of flirting and getting somewhere and failing because I literally had a boyfriend and Would Say That. But yeah. Him. The one who did it right back then but I was basically too shallow to really get into the idea that my type is a soft and sweet nerdy type. (Didn't want to be "The Nerd" back then, but honestly, tf was wrong with me?)

Anyways. Feels serious. Especially when there's straight up talk of moving in together. Like my mom is an agent of chaos and wants to quit her job without notice and go up to another state for a good couple weeks (I haven't got a call? Is she even going home??) and she was all "I'm selling the house NOW. Can't stand this place. We're getting a small house in TN and you're coming with me." And I'm just here like "???? I wanted to go HOME??? That's not HOME???" Well, I'm hoping she doesn't outright buy some random house within the next six months. Or at least has a good while of just being back home for a bit so I can get my bearing straight in town. BECAUSE this guy managed to get a one bedroom apartment. Sure sure, it's literally connected to his mom's house which is a huge repurposed warehouse in the middle of nowhere outside of town. BUT AN APARTMENT. FOR CHEAP. LIKE HUNDRED BUCKS A MONTH CHEAP. He keeps telling me how he wants me to have a landing pad if my mom decides to just leave my sister alone in the state at college. And me one so i can finally be back in a place I know with people I Know. AND THEN if my sister ends up needing a couch to crash on for a bit, she's got one. Hell, it's got the space to set up an air mattress in the living room. He showed me a walkthrough over a video call earlier. Like he's genuine about wanting me there.

So, what I'm hoping is that I can still have a proper landing pad with my mom. THEN making sure I can handle being with him for 24 hours straight in person. THEN meeting his family, seeing if his mom would allow that. (she seems open to having me over often. That's already been brought up. Hell, this is the woman who he told her about me and she flat out told him to marry me. I mean fuck. That's supportive.) And then, yeah, breaking it to my mom that i don't want to uproot myself and live in a new town out in the middle of nowhere. But instead out in the middle of nowhere about 10 miles from my hometown. I'm GREAT with that. I love those backroads out there and it's nowhere near the hellish areas of that town that are just Packed with tourist. Nah, these are the weird uncharted woods off the highway. I'm IN. There's a BALCONY. And a firepit out in the yard. It's down a dirt road in the woods. Very Green. Very close to nature. Other than the fact that he's got to clean out the entirety of the mess his sister left behind before she finished her "stepdad hunting" for her kid, it's right there and ready. It's a lot of sifting through literal garbage and ditched items. And deep cleaning. The place is wrecked. She did not leave that in a way that's livable.

Either way, it sounds great. I do think that I can deal with his shit for a long period of time. He's got that flirting type that's being purposely annoying. I do the same fucking thing. Literally not even a con here. The only thing i find annoying is when he'll overthink something and anxiously backtrack on it. So I have to tell him that he literally didn't make a mistake there and he's fine. Especially when he can't read my sarcastic annoyance over a phone call. Would probably be different in person tbh. Idk, I think I could genuinely date him. and live with him. He's a little childish at times but it's kind of charming. And I also can't say shit there with living in a pile of plushies at the tender age of 24. Can't say shit about him collecting lego sets lol I think I could do all that and not hate him after a year like my last roommate. He's very organized and kinda meticulous. Like, he'd be clean and easy to deal with in that sense. Ntm, if I'm this into him just talking to him this much. Shit, I'm already in deep, might as well.

And THEN. Because of his mom sending him referrals for a certain site, we know have income doing online work. Yeah, it took for fucking ever to get through these assessments and then hasn't paid the promised $50 for passing it yet after a week. And then having an issue where they saw my score and put me in a project that REQUIRED a DEGREE that I DON'T have. Like, thanks for telling me that I'm smart enough to be a college graduate I guess. But after that whole issue, i was booted from the project within 24 hours and today I got an email telling me my new one. So I fucked around for about 2 and a half hours. The training was literally like 15 minutes of reading. It's cut and dry and simple. And I was already doing the little tasks. Within that time I earned over $20. Just that already paid more than my job at Panera. Came to about 10 and some change an hour and that was just because I was getting used to the tasks themselves. So I could probably do more an hour than I was. Those things take maybe 10-15 minutes each and payout around $3 each. Paired with my quick typing, I might be able to make a living wage on this. At least enough money to essentially let me live on my own money until I'm there. And likely keep me up while I'm there. I might actually be fine. I might just have a plan going. I think I'll be okay. And it's actually thanks to this guy. All of it really.

#taks speaks #btw if anyone is interested i do have referral links to a good task site #it takes some time to get into but basically after making a certain amount on it we both get $150 which is great #mutuals/followers DM me if you're looking for some mindless online job #i'll tell you what i know #well not mindless. it does require a entry college level grasp on english and grammar

[yandere-imagines-reqs-etc]

Yandere Zenitsu Agatsuma Headcanons

Tw: Yandere Behavior, Murder implied, kidnapping, non-con, suggestive themes, minor DNI

Type: Headcanons

A/N: Hey! I was having a lot of ideas of Headcanons for a Yandere Zenitsu, here are some of them because others were in really specific scenarios, hope you like it!

• Zenitsu is a scary yandere, I mean, when he passes out he is totally different than the regular Zenitsu, so now imagine a yandere fainted Zenitsu.

• Regular Zenitsu is a scaredy cat and we all know that, but  Yandere Zenitsu will certainly use this to is advantage, so he is the manipulative type.

• If his s/o personality is a caring and protective one, than he would play as someone who needs protection, just so he can feel loved by the person he loves.

• Expect a lot of crying and whining.

• If his s/o is interested in marriage, he would propose immediately. Which you find weird and reject him gently.

• He doesn't give up, he is a patient man and he will wait until you are ready to give the next step in your relationship, yes, in his mind you and him are already a thing.

• He's delusional. He would go around telling everyone that he already is engaged.

• His friends would not believe him at first but once they saw how clingy he is around you, they would start to trust him, Zenitsu would convince them you are just scared of getting married and  dying in the hands of a demon.

• Even if you tell them you and Zenitsu aren't a thing they won't believe you.

• If you agree to marry him, then he would start planning the venue and his vows. He would do so as soon as possible.

• If his s/o has a fiance already, then he would need to find a way to dispose of than person.

• I think Zenitsu would be the type to befriend you first so then he can gain your trust and make things easier to himself.

• He may look dumb and stupid, but he is pretty smart, he would try to make end meet so you would end up in his arms, unable to leave him.

• Zenitsu is the most likely of the kamaboko squad to kidnap his s/o, I picture him to either built or find a cabin in the mountains to keep you away from the rest of the world.

• Once he got you all to himself he won't let you do house chores, he think you are to precious to do something like that

• He would still go on missions for the Corps but would try to be quick so he can come back to you.

• Zenitsu would love to have children with is s/o, wheter you give birth to them or adopt them, either way you would make a lovely dad/mom.

• He is a touch starved yandere, so expect a lot of hugs, kisses and more ;).

#yandere #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #yandere zenitsu #yandere zenitsu agatsuma #yandere zenitsu agatsuma x reader #yandere demon slayer #headcanon #kimetsu no yaiba

[raggaraddy]

Sugar Daddy turned sour

Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)...Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁

A/N: I don't know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜

Here for Part 2

Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.

Yandere! Taehyung

Yandere! Jungkook

Sunday.  Taehyungs day.  

You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.  

“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is. 

You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.

“How was your weekend?”  He finally gets around to asking. 

“Not so good. I always have to work so much," You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.  

“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already.  And you have the same answer ready as always. 

“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention.  “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.” 

In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else.  But he doesn’t need to know that. 

While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone.  You know what's happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment. 

You open it up. Yep. That's rent for the month.  Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.  

“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t.  I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face. 

“I want to baby. I have the money, and I just want you to be happy. Don’t stress about bills okay. I’m here.” 

Sometimes, it’s almost too easy.  

“Okay Daddy, if you insist.”

Tuesday.  Jungkooks day.  

With Jungkook it’s a much more straightforward transaction.  He has said he wants to pay for you and he hates the back and forth pretences.  He just wants you to say thank you, smile pretty, and give him all your attention.  

“Do you need anything more for the week?” He asks through the camera.

“No Daddy, you take such good care of me. Thank you.” You smile. 

“You still have the weekend of the 14th off?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.  Off-screen you quickly scan through your calendar.  

14th, 15th and 16th: Jk weekend.  

Hmm, that came up quicker than you expected. You try to keep your booty calls with them as far apart as possible. 

“Of course, I’m so excited! I haven’t seen you in weeks.” You say, it been less than 100% truthful.

“Months.” He corrects with a surreptitious undertone.  

“Where are we staying this time?” 

You always insist to stay in hotels. Because ‘your apartment feels too busy and mundane, and you want the time you spend with him to be magical and undistracted’. Honestly, you just don’t want him, either of them, in your personal space. You purposefully chose boys who live a few hours away.  It’s hard enough to keep them separated in your everyday life with them being far away. It could only get messy for them to know where you live and how to reach you in person.

You’ve certainly gotten smart at this. Arranging the two men into different days of the week, scheduling them into your calendar to keep them apart and unaware of the other. Both had specifically said very early on that they do not want to share you with anyone else.  And that you were all theirs. And while both of them seemed to trust you, you knew their reactions would be unpleasant, to say the least, if they found out about the other. 

Sugar Daddies can be so possessive. 

But while both these men are very handsome, money is better and more reliable than boys. And if they are stupid enough to spend it all on you, why should you care.

The week passes quickly and it’s the 14th.  Once more you find yourself in the lobby of a 5-star hotel. Jungkook arrived in town early and sent you a message with the room number. 

Time to actually work for your money. 

You knock on the door only to find it slightly open.  Entering there is a trail of rose petals lining the floor leading into the suite. All the lights are dimmed with a warmth of candlelight filling the room. This is so typically Jungkook. Pulling out all the stops to try to impress. 

Dropping your bag at the entrance, you close the door behind you and explore inwards.  

“Daddy?” You call out in a singsong voice. Your heels clack on the tiled floor as you round the corner into the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the lounge, one leg crossed over the other, arms rested up over the back. You smile at seeing him. You always seem to forget just how stunning he is in person. 

“Which one of us are you referring to?” A deep voice startles you from behind. You jolt, spinning to see Taehyung standing behind you leaning against the wall.  

Holy fuck. 

Your mind starts to jumble through what is happening. Thinking about what it was that might have given you away. Evaluating how much they may know. And planning your next move.  

Damn it.  You doubt you’ll be able to smooth talk your way out of this with Jungkook. He’s too direct and absolute. So you’ll just have to accept that that relationship is over. However, you might be able to salvage this situation with Taehyung if you play your cards right. Being defensive should do the trick.

“What is this?” You snap, keeping focused on Taehyung. “This is such a violation of my privacy! You keep smothering me Taehyung! See this is why I tried to find someone else to hang out with.” You stomp your foot. He would always wrap around your finger so quickly with the little girl act. 

“Ha!” He blurts out a short laugh in contradiction to how you expected him to react. “Wow. No, go on. I want to see where this is going.” 

“Do you think we only just found out about each other?” Jungkook pipes up, coming from the couch. 

You sigh. You had almost saved enough for a holiday to the Maldives too. But they seem to know too much. Fine. You can burn both relationships. They were starting to get too clingy anyway.  “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You got all you could from them. Time to move on to the next.

As you shrug them off, Taehyung steps into the path of the front door. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Both he and Jungkook start to close in tighter. There is a cold tone to his words. Something far too close to a threat for your comfort. Even in heels, both men naturally stand taller than you which usually wouldn’t bother you. But with an unsteadiness to your footing and a very short dress on, in a dark room with two men you have used and spurned, you are feeling even more vulnerable than you feel you should. 

“Move.” You order. 

A smirk on his lips, Taehyung lifts his hand up and backhands you, knocking you back a few stumbled steps. You gasp, your hand clinging to your cheek, eyes wide in shock. He starts forward, Jungkook intervening, standing between the two of you. 

You can not believe he just hit you! He has never done anything like that before.

“No, don’t do that.” He stops Taehyung as he starts to swing again.  Shaking all over, you’re relieved that one of them is seeing sense.  You take the outstretched hand of Jungkook, lip trembling from the burn on your cheek. He draws you closer and you wrap into him for protection. In the same motion, his free hand swings down punching you in the stomach, doubling you over, dropping you to the floor. “If you hit her head, she might get spaced out. I want her to feel this.”

His words send a chill down your spine. This can not be happening.

“Are you crazy!” You gape, trying to speak while gulping down air. Your head is dizzy, your lungs burning.  Kicking off your heels for better movement, you climb back up to your feet not wanting to engage either man. Eyes focused you look past Taehyung to the door, storming forward. “I’m leaving. We’ll forget all of this, okay.” You bargain through short, panicked breath. 

Taehyungs large hand slams you into the wall, pressing his palm against your shoulder. He follows Jungkooks lead, pounding his fist into your gut. And then again. And again.  His hold removes letting you free and you plummet to the ground, crying within broken huffs while cradling your battered torso. 

“You’re right. That is better.” He laughs at Jungkook. 

“Stop!” You beg, unable to raise your voice above a soft yelp. 

“What's wrong baby? You wanted two men. Now you have them.” Taehyungs bright smile returns to his face. This time with an entirely different meaning than it had ever had until it shifts into a straight, harsh look that you have never seen from him. “Didn't you always say you wished there was some way you could repay me?” 

“You said that to me too.” Jungkook joins his side, both hovering above you, trapping you between them, the wall, and the floor. 

Leaning down Jungkooks hand follows you as you squirm away from him. His fingers wrapped around your throat and lift you up, keeping you against the wall. He takes advantage of you being stuck, leaning into you pressing his lips to yours as you resist as much as you can. 

“Baby, you’re going to pay us back for every dollar we spent on you.” He snarls. 

Taehyung turns your face to him, also forcing a kiss on you. “Don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll see that we know how to share.”  

Part 2

#yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere taehyung #sugadaddy #cheating #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts #yandere #yandere bangtan #taekook #bts reactions #bangtan reactions #jungkook #taehyung

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Loss

Summary: Your husband had to learn a lesson. That he would have to sacrifice your marriage by losing a bet to August Walker seemed something he just accepted. That he would lose you to August in that process wasn’t something he expected. 

Pairing: August Walker x F!Reader

Wordcount: 3.8k

Warnings: gonna tag this as dub con to be safe, also: soft August (yeah just as surprising to me as it is to you) smut (Oral; female receiving, protected sex), mentions of a miscarriage, infedelity 

A/N: It’s been a hot minute. I’ve had this idea a while ago, but only now had the motivation to finish it. Hope you enjoy this wiiiiiild August journey

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Looking at your husband you tried to make sense of the words that had just come out of his mouth. You had been thinking about divorcing him before. He just wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with all these years ago. You didn’t care for luxury. You wanted the man back that you fell in love with. The man who stayed up with you at night, watching the stars, reading to you until you fell asleep.

The man was long gone.

He changed once you had moved to the states. His suits got more and more expensive and the time he spends with you got less and less. His answer for everything seemed to be to throw money at it. You had a big collection of jewelry, shoes, art, you name it. But all you wanted was him. At least you used to until you found out just exactly how he made his money.

Selling weapons on the black market.

“You lost a bet. And you bet me? What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not your whore, I’m your wife.” you shook your head.

“Look I need you to do this one thing for me and then I’ll give you everything you want, honey.” He said exhausted, not looking you in the eye. You sucked your bottom lip in, your body shaking with rage.

“You want me to fuck a man I’ve never met before? And you’re okay with it? Just like that?” You fought back the tears threatening to escape. He didn’t look at you.

“I’ll make it up to you. Everything you want.” He said quietly. He would get you anything you wanted? Fine.

“Everything I want?” you asked to be sure.

“Everything.” he nodded, finally looking at you. Almost 15 years ago you had looked into his green eyes for the first time. You always thought these would be the eyes of the man you would grow old with. But now all you felt was a disappointment.

“Fine. One night with me for this Mr. Walker for everything I want from you.”

This was really happening. It was a week later, you were sitting in your bedroom, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your husband had instructed you to wear the sexiest lingerie you owned. Shaking your head you heard a knock at the door.

“You ready?” your husband asked. You looked at him in the mirror. Even now he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“Don’t you feel the tiniest bit of guilt at whoring out your wife to some shady men you made business with?” you asked.

“I’m sorry…” he said quietly. Closing your eyes you got up from your seat, pulling the long silk robe you were wearing closer around your body. You wouldn’t be sleeping with the man. Not in a million years. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t gonna make your husband feel bad about it.

Stopping next to him you patted his chest.

“Maybe he knows how to make me cum,” you whispered against his ear before you walked out into the living room.

You always loved this house. It reminded you of your parent’s home. It was warm and you had spent so much time decorating it. Now, sitting on the sofa as your beloved husband welcomed the man he had practically sold you to, all you felt was cold. This hasn’t been a home for a long time.

Nursing the glass of champagne you ignored your surroundings, your mind trying to figure out when the last time was your husband had actually talked to you. When did it all go downhill? Even in the beginning when he started working with these shady people he had always made sure you were happy. You wanted to have a baby. That you were pregnant at some point but lost the child before the third month was something the two of you had never talked about after it happened. Only you and your therapist knew how much you mourned the loss of your unborn child.

“Mr. Walker, this is my wife,” you heard your husband say. Well... Showtime you joked to yourself, emptying the glass of champagne before you turned your head to look at the man who had entered the room.

“I know,” the man said quietly, his eyes not leaving yours. You knew him. He had been over a few times. You had never spoken to him, but sometimes it was like you could feel his eyes on you. He was tall, dark curls framing his face, but it was his eyes, that captured you. The light blue a contrast to the darkness that seemed to surround him. You didn’t get why he was wearing a mustache but somehow it seemed right.

“Mr. Walker,” you nodded and he held out his hand that you took, helping you up before he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. He released your hand, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as you swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat.

“Pleasure,” he winked and you breathed in deep. His eyes didn’t leave your face and you had almost forgotten that you weren’t alone when your husband coughed behind you.

“Scotch, Mr. Walker?” he asked. August shook his head.

“No. I’m not here to drink.”

“Did you forget your whored me out already?” you asked, looking at your husband before you walked past both of the men towards your bedroom.

“Honey…” he warned. You shrugged.

“Come on, Mr. Walker. I think we wasted enough time already.” You said over your shoulder, not waiting as you made your way down the hallway.

You left the door open, your confidence shrinking the further you went into the bedroom. Sucking your bottom lip in you knew that you wouldn’t stand a chance if August Walker would want to have sex with you. A shiver ran over your body and you jumped as the door clicked close behind you.

Slowly you turned around, looking at the man that leaned at the door. You were about to open your mouth to ask him how on earth he would think about even suggesting something like this when he sighed.

“I’m not here to fuck you. I’m merely here so that your husband learns his lesson.” He pushed himself from the door walking to the sofa that was in front of the big window overlooking the ocean. You watched him, as he sat down, taking out his phone, and began to read.

Unsure on how to proceed you sat down on your bed with a loud sigh. He merely looked up at you, a small smile on his lips before he focused back on his phone. That gave you time to look at him.

You had noticed him before when he came by, always wearing the most expensive suits. He always seemed calm, spoke quietly which made him somehow more dangerous.

“Is this something you do often?” you asked, hugging your knees, making sure you were covered by the robe you were wearing. He looked up, one eyebrow raised.

“Teaching people lessons?” You added sarcastically.

“Only if they think they can make a fool out of me. Usually, my lesson involves a more… physical approach, but I didn’t want you to suffer through his recovery.” He set his phone down on the sofa next to him.

“Maybe you should pick something he loves more than me to teach a lesson then. Like his scotch.” You rolled your eyes.

“He loves you.” Mr. Walker said. You chuckled.

“Yeah. Clearly he does. Mr. Walker would you let any other man lay a hand on the woman you love?” you asked. He looked at you and there was something in his eyes you couldn’t name. Longing? Desperation?

“I would kill the man who even dared to suggest such thing.” He said quietly, his eyes not leaving yours. You ignored the shiver that ran down your back. “And please call me August.”

“Well then, August,” you had to smile a little. “How does this work? How long am I to be at your pretend mercy?”

“I do like to take my time when I’m with a beautiful woman. So make yourself comfortable.” He winked and you rolled your eyes.

“Pretty full of yourself, huh?”

“I never had any complaints,” he shrugged.

“Ever thought people had been too scared to actually complain?” You tried to hide your smile, as August chuckled, shaking his head before he got up and slowly took off his suit jacket.

“I’d like to think the women I fuck are too satisfied to complain.” He folded the jacket, letting it hang over the sofa.

“Well if that’s the case I envy these women…” you whispered. He still stood there, in all his wide-shouldered glory, looking at you. Slowly you sat yourself up, crossing your legs as you lean with your hands back on the bed, supporting your upper body.

“You have a loving husband, I’m sure there’s….”

“What is it that you do August? Why did my husband get involved with you? Why… Why is everything more important to him than I am?” You shook your head. “Nevermind, don’t answer that.” You let yourself fall back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

Minutes went by before he spoke again.

“Do you still love him?” August asked. You turned your head, seeing him still standing next to the sofa.

“I am in love with the man he once was. But the man out there? The man who asked his wife to sleep with a man because he lost a bet in some gambling? How could I love him?”

“He does love you.”

“He certainly has a funny way of showing it.” You grumbled.

“What do you miss most? About him?” August asked. You turned to your side, not caring if your robe wasn’t covering you anymore. Somehow you felt safer with August, only knowing him for an hour or so, than with the man you were married to.

“The way he used to look at me. How we could spend all night talking. How we used to not leave the bed all weekend. I miss feeling safe in his arms when we used to dance with him humming a song in the moonlight…” you closed your eyes.

“That’s a lot you miss,” August said quietly. You heard him come closer and you opened your eyes as he knelt in front of you.

“I’ve been lonely for a long time. He may love me, but I don’t think he is still in love with me. And I’m not with him.” You felt his hand on top of yours then.

“Come on.” He pulled you up from the bed and you let him.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Dance with me.”

Slowly you let him guide you to the middle of your bedroom, his hand holding yours until he stopped. Shuddering you breathed out before you looked up at him. His thumb rubbed circles over the back of your hand and like you had done it a million times before your other hand curled in the back of his neck. He was so close. He closed his eyes at your touch, breathing in deep, before his other hand came to rest on your back, slowly pushing you against him, before he began to lead you into a slow dance.

His eyes opened just when you decided to rest your head on his shoulder. Your fingers played with the hair in his neck and you may have imagined it, but you felt him shiver. You breathed him in, feeling a little dizzy feeling someone so close again. He kissed the top of your head.

“I wanted you since the first time I saw you almost a year ago,” he whispered. “You didn’t even know I was there when you were outside in the garden. I think you were cutting some flowers, wearing a blue summer dress. I watched you instead of listening to your husband who was trying to sell me god knows what.” You closed your eyes, letting him talk.

“He doesn’t deserve you. Fuck I don’t think I deserve you. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you and when he lost everything he had with him at the poker table I did the first thing that popped into my mind.”

You breathed in deep. Slowly his hand on your back had wandered lower, stopping just above the curve of your ass. You shivered.

“He told me I can get everything I want when I do this, you, for him.” You said quietly. “So to get what I want you to have to take what you want.” You looked up at him, seeing the storm in his eyes.

“How is the man that supposed to love me learn his lesson if he doesn’t suffer?”

“Don’t…” he growled.

“He thinks you’re fucking me, August,” you got on your tiptoes, whispering in his ear.

“Don’t you think he should hear how you fuck me too?” He released a breath, his hand finally running down, grabbing your ass as he pulled you even closer.

“I won’t be leaving his house without you afterward,” he said, making sure to look into your eyes.

“That’s good, cause I don’t want to stay here with him afterward.”

He closed his eyes, his hand releasing yours after he gently lay it down on his shoulder. He reached for your face, tilting your chin up before opening his eyes.

“How long?” he asked, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“How long hasn’t he touched you?” August leaned down, kissing your forehead, your temple, your eyes.

“At least a year…” you breathed out, melting against him.

“Fuck…” he cursed before his lips crashed down on yours. His hand caressed your face, pulling you closer as you held on to him. You parted your lips, moaning when his tongue slipped into your mouth. He tasted dark and dangerous and you didn’t want to live without tasting him ever again.

He tugged on the belt holding your robe together, pushing it off your shoulder as your fingers slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned against your lips before his mouth wandered down, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Pushing his shirt off his shoulders when you finished unbuttoning it your hands pulled his head down to kiss his lips.

“I want you on the bed. Legs spread,” he whispered, his voice deep and you whimpered as you turned away from him, walking over to the bed to lay down. You watched him, as he opened his pants, pushing them down, getting his shoes off in the process. One of your hands ran down your body, slipping in between your legs. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this wet. Rubbing slow circles over your still clothed clit you bit your lip as you watched him come over.

“Show me how wet this pussy is for me,” he demanded hoarsely. You bit your lip as he knelt on the bed in front of you. Pushing your panties to the side you heard him groan.

“Fucking soaked. Touch yourself,” he grabbed your ankle, slowly kissing up your leg as you teased yourself, wanting nothing more than his mouth on you. You cried out, when he playfully bit the inside of your thigh, both of his hands parting your legs wider.

“Make him hear you,” he smirked before his tongue licked through your slit. You threw your head back, your hands grabbing the bedsheet beneath you. He nibbled and sucked, his tongue driving your sheer insane.

“There… Right there…” you grabbed his hair, grinding your hips against his mouth. You felt one of his hands ran up your body as he looked up at you, his lips sucking on your clit. He pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, you sucked hard and almost biting him. He chuckled against you, his fingers leaving your mouth only to bring them down to your pussy as he released your clit.

“You gonna cum for me?” His fingers lazily circled your clit before he slowly pushed them into you. You parted your lips, breathing loudly, trying to maintain eye contact until he angled his fingers.

“Fuck August,” you cried out, surprised by the wave of pleasure that shot through your body.

“There it is…” he grinned. You moaned when he focused on that spot inside of you.

“I need…” you began only to moan loudly when his tongue was back on your clit. Your eyes flew open, your hands grabbing his thick hair.

“I’m gonna cum…” you cried out, moaning loudly when your orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking, your thighs caging August in between your legs. He moaned against you, devouring you like you were his last meal, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm until it became too much and you whimpered, pushing him gently away.

“Fuck me…” you whimpered, trying to normalize your breathing.

“That’s the plan,” he teased, grinning down at you.

“Fuck you,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, that too.”

You shook your head with a smile. He kissed up your body, stopping at your bra.

“Let’s get you naked so I can fuck you.” You sat up, letting him take off your bra. He pushed you down into the mattress, kissing the valley of your boobs as his other hand slowly pushed your panties down.

“I want you inside of me,” you pulled at his hair, earning a moan from him. “And I don’t want you to be gentle.”

“Careful what you ask for, princess.”

“I want to feel you every time I sit down in the next days. I won’t break…”

“At least not today,” he winked before he pushed his boxers down. You bit your lip as he stroked his cock. It was bigger than any you had before.

“Condom?” you asked. He nodded, jumping off the bed to get to his pants.

“So you weren’t planning on this happening, huh?” You raised your eyebrow as he walked over, pulling the condom over his cock.

“Wishful thinking.” He slapped your thigh, hard and you whimpered.

“You liked that huh?” He slapped you again. You moaned, turning on the bed to get on your hands and knees.

“Don’t be gentle,” you reminded him, wiggling your ass as you looked at him over your shoulder. His eyes seemed to darken as his hands landed on your hips, pulling you towards him as if you weighed nothing.

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he said before he entered you in one hard thrust.

“FUCK!” you cried out loudly.

“Still sure you don’t want me to be gentle?” He asked close to your ear as he bends down, his teeth pulling at your earlobe.

“Do your worst,” you clenched your inner muscles making him curse. He slapped your ass, hard.

“You’re such a bad girl, princess. What am I gonna do with you?” He kissed down your back before he pulled out and entered you again. You didn’t get time to answer when he began to fuck you. Deep and hard, just how you liked it. His fingers would leave bruises on your hips from the way he held you and you would wear these marks with pride.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. I knew you’d be the death of me…” he groaned. You let yourself fall on your elbows, the change of angle making you see stars.

“Shit I want to cum inside of this pussy. Mark you from the inside so every fucking man on this planet knows your mine…” He slapped your ass and you whimpered his name. It never felt like that. Sex never felt that good…

“I’m yours. All yours…” you moaned, your head pressed into the mattress to lower your moans. You felt him pull at your hair.

“No. Let me hear you. Let him hear what he lost when he put his job in front of the woman he loves.” One of his arms pulled your upper body up against his chest, his hand holding one of your boob

s as he fucked into you.

“August…” you cried out.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” He thrust faster, holding you close and pulled at your nipple. Your orgasm took you by surprise, like a tidal wave spreading over your whole body and August fucked you through it following you only moments later, biting into your shoulder, marking you as his.

You stayed there, in his arms, his cock still deep inside of you, the only noise in the room your heavy breathing. He kissed your shoulder softly, his lips wandering up to your neck until you turned your head and he kissed you.

“You really wanna get out of here?” He asked.

“If you’ll have me?”

August was standing next to the two suitcases you had packed that contained only some clothes you would need. You made sure to wear a strapless top so your husband could see the marks August had left on you. Your wedding band and engagement ring lay on your side of the bed.

“Ready?” August asked quietly. He was standing at the door. You nodded, taking one last look before you opened the door. Your husband was sitting across the door at the wall, staring up at you as you stepped out.

“Everything I want?” You said. He nodded with a small relieved smile until August stepped out of the door and you made sure your husband saw that you weren’t wearing your wedding band when you took August’s hand.

You looked down at him, seeing his face fall. Once upon a time you had loved this man. But this was before he had willingly sold you. Before he had neglected you. Before he had ignored you.

“Everything I want,” you squeezed August’s hand as you looked at your husband, seeing him nod slowly. You took one suitcase and August the other, bigger one. You saw your husband’s eyes wander up your body, stopping at the bite mark on your shoulder.

“Everything you want,” your husband said with a sad expression.

“Consider your debt paid,” August said, before he squeezed your hand. You looked at him then, his eyes on you and you couldn’t help but smile.

You didn’t know that this would be the beginning of something you had been searching for all your life. A life with a man at your side who would always put you first. And who would let the whole world burn before any other man would have the chance to even think about touching what was his.

#my writing #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x you #henry cavill #fanfiction #fanfic

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: your relationship with Wanda gets a little bumpy when her work life crosses over with your personal life.

warning/s: implied kidnapping, mentions of anxiety

author's note: so the ‘i love you’ confession was actually inspired by an incorrect quote on @aquamarinescarlet’s page! i thought it would be cute aha

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It was two months into our relationship when I knew I'd fallen in love with Wanda. I can't remember the exact moment when it hit me – I guess it had happened gradually over time – but I remember the embarrassing moment when I told her.

She'd brought me as her date to an Avengers party thrown by Tony Stark. I'd been to one of them before, about a month into dating her, as she'd wanted me to meet her friends from work AKA the freakin' Avengers. They were actually really great and (somewhat) humble people. I didn't expect to become 'friends' with any of them, more just be friendly whenever I saw them through Wanda. To my surprise, I became quite good friends with Natasha Romanoff.

We had the same dark sense of humour, both had an unexplainable obsession with horror films and she was genuinely just really easy to talk to. I wasn't expecting it, but it was nice to gain a new friend in addition to a new girlfriend.

So, I was at my second Avengers party with Wanda by my side, but the party had ended about half an hour ago and I may or may not have been drunk.

We were sat on the couch, conversing with the other Avengers, and I was sat between Wanda and Natasha. The others were involved in their own conversations and I was too dazed to realise what I was doing until it happened.

"Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her," I said (not-so) quietly, leaning over to my left, into Wanda's ear unknowingly.

Wanda, who was playing with my fingers in her hand, paused and glanced to me with bright eyes, a surprised expression on her face.

"You're in love with me?" she asked, lips twitching into a smile.

I blinked, her words settling in, before I licked my lips. "Oh, sorry." Turning to my right, I moved to Natasha's ear, whispering loudly, "Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her."

Natasha glanced to me with a quirked brow, amused smile on her lips. "She doesn't? You sure about that?"

"You're in love with me?" Wanda repeated, sitting forward and earning my attention.

I gasped, wondering how she knew, before slapping Natasha's arm and looking to her with a frown. "You told her?! I trusted you!"

Natasha ignored me, instead looking to Wanda with an encouraging look. "I'll leave this one to you. Good luck."

She stood up, heading over to Thor and Bruce Banner on the other couch, and I booed her as she left.

"Yeah, run away, you secret-give-away'er!" I called after her with a pout, before crossing my arms.

"I think it's time I take you home," Wanda said decidedly, trying not to laugh as she pulled me up off the couch.

"I don't like Natasha anymore," I mumbled, allowing Wanda to take me away.

She bid her goodbyes to her teammates before leading me to the lift. I don't really remember what else happened until we were suddenly at my house – well, my parents house, but they had given it to me as they travelled the world with their retirement money. She was leading me inside and to my bedroom, getting me dressed like the sweet girlfriend she was, before tucking me into bed.

Of course, being the clingy drunk I was, I pulled her on top of me and didn't let go as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Stay," I mumbled into her shoulder, closing my eyes.

She chuckled, trying to pull away. "Y/N, you need to sleep, c'mon."

"I will," I whined, not letting her leave. "If you stay with me."

She paused, before giving in with a sigh. "Fine."

Tiredly, I smiled. "Yesssss." I patted the spot next to me. "Right here, please."

In the light of my bedside lamp, I saw her roll her eyes playfully, before turning off the lamp and jumping under the covers with me. I sighed with relief, cuddling into her side without hesitating.

"I love you," I mumbled, barely thinking about it.

She tightened her embrace and I felt her kiss the top of my head. "You're probably gonna forget you said that in the morning. But I'll remind you. And if you still think it, then I'll reply."

Her words went into one ear and out the other. I hummed in response, not knowing what I was answering to, and let myself get lost in her scent as I drifted into a peaceful slumber.

When I woke up the next morning, I quite liked the idea of sharing bed with Wanda and waking up to her dishevelled hair and our intertwined legs, even though I didn't remember inviting her to stay. Of course, I also had a banging headache and felt like someone had hit me with a train, so I didn't get chance to appreciate it much.

"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling the duvet over my head to block out the sun streaming through the slit in my curtain.

Wanda, who was shuffling beside me, yawned and stretched her arms. Suddenly, I heard quiet laughter, before she spooned me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and pulling me closer. Her leg raised and clung to my waist, and as much as I appreciated the way she fit perfectly against me, I was still in pain.

"Why did you let me drink that much?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I believe that was your own conscience decision, dorogoy (darling)," she said in that know-it-all voice of hers, and it was hard for me to be annoyed at her because she had a raspy, morning voice and her accent was especially thick with fatigue and damn, Wanda Maximoff was pretty sexy in the morning.

"Whatever," was all I said, but I placed my hand on hers and joint our fingers together.

"You know," she started, tucking her head comfortably into my neck, "I quite like waking up to you like this. You're very cute, even if you're cranky."

Despite aforementioned crankiness, I cracked a smile. "I like this, too."

It was very domestic, something I didn't get the privilege of experiencing with Wanda because she worked a lot, and it felt good.

After hanging around in bed for a little while longer, I got up and showered whilst Wanda offered to make me some breakfast – "Pancakes are a hangover's cure! Or at least according to Tony". After getting ready, I came downstairs to find a stack of pancakes and maple syrup waiting for me.

"You are a Godsend," I told her, pressing a haste kiss to her lips before sitting at the table with the pancakes. "Thank you."

She chuckled, grabbing her own pancakes and sitting opposite me. "Anything for you."

After I dug in, complimenting her on how delicious they tasted, a comfortable silence fell between us. Well, until Wanda spoke up cautiously.

"So, does anything from last night ring a bell?" she asked, making me look up to see her staring eagerly.

My content expression fell. "Shoot, did I do something embarrassing?" I facepalmed. "God, what was it? Did I fall asleep on somebody?"

She smiled with adoration, eyes twinkling in the morning sun. "No, nothing like that."

I could tell there was something though, judging from her hesitant expression. I scrunched my face with regret.

"What did I do?" I asked, unprepared to hear it. "Did I say something to you?"

She played with her fork, twisting it around in her plate nervously, which was very unlike her. "Yeah, actually, you did."

I waited, feeling like the silence was deafening the longer she stayed quiet.

"You said you were in love with me," she said, voice so soft and quiet that I barely heard it.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. "I what?"

"I mean, technically you said I had no idea you were in love with me, but I think you were supposed to tell Nat that," she continued, eyes avoiding mine. "Then you told Nat and you got mad at her because you thought she told me."

I facepalmed for the second time that morning. "Oh, God..."

"Then you invited me to stay the night and told me you loved me before you fell asleep," she finished rambling. "I just, er, wanted to check if you meant that..."

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. "Are you kidding?" I reached over the table to grab her hand. "Wanda, of course I meant that! But I hoped to tell you at a better time than by accident whilst I was drunk."

Blue eyes flickered to mine, excitement creeping onto her face. "You meant it."

I breathed out, realising what exactly I'd just said. "I– yeah. I meant it. I'm in love with you, Wanda."

Her smile widened. "I'm in love with you, too."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I relaxed my shoulders. "You love me."

She giggled, squeezing my hand. "We just did this."

"Right! We did," I said, shaking my head, grin forming on my lips. "Sorry. I'm just so happy right now."

"Me, too," she said in agreement, thumb stroking the top of my hand.

I didn't think things could go wrong from here. I was on top of the world! But of course, the world had a funny way of ruining things.

—

Dating a superhero had its pros and cons, I suppose, but neither really showed themselves to me often as it was as if Wanda's superhero life was separate to the one we shared. When she and I were together, it was just us. And she would leave for work and I wouldn't think about it. Then she would return and it would be us again.

If I took a moment out of my day to stop and really think about where she was, what she could be doing, the danger she could be in... I just couldn't do it. Even when she would show up to our next date with a fresh bruise from training, or a broken bone from a mission gone too far, I'd worry about it for the time being then try to let it go. Those weren't superhero perks, those were reasons to be concerned. And I couldn't handle imagining the time when she'd come back to me in a worse state, or to not even come back at all.

So, her superhero life rarely overlapped with our shared one. And I was happier that way. Until it did.

I was running errands one day, little things that required me to run around the city – dry cleaning, grocery shopping, picking up some DIY stuff for my house. It was a pretty relaxing, fun day. I'd treated myself to lunch, was soaking in the sunshine and planning to unwind with some Netflix on the couch.

"Hold on, I need to unlock the front door," I mumbled into the phone. I was talking to Wanda, catching her up with my day as I returned home.

"Try not to drop your phone this time," she teased from the other end, and I could just imagine the smirk on her face.

"So funny," I said with an eye roll. "Real comedian."

She laughed as I placed my phone in my pocket, not quite hanging up. Pulling my keys from my shopping bag, I fiddled with them, attempting to find the key for my front door.

Suddenly, something metal and cold pressed to my back and I jumped, dropping my keys with surprise.

"Don't draw attention," the person said, and I went rigid, looking up to see a reflection of someone unrecognisable in the glass of my front door. "You're going to leave your things here and come with me."

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to turn around, but the object pressed harder into my back, making me wince.

"Leave your fucking things here and give me your hand," the man ordered, ignoring my question. "Phone included. And don't even think about making a call."

I swallowed hard, panic settling in as I listened to the threatening stranger. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I realised that the stranger had no idea I was already on a call. With an Avenger nonetheless.

"I'll put it down," I narrated my actions, soon coming to realise that the object behind my back was in fact the barrel of a gun.

Hoping Wanda was still listening in and could hear the exchange, I put my phone on the ground and placed my shaking hand in the man's outstretched one. He tucked his gun back into the waistband of his jeans before tugging me down the steps and to a black van parked opposite my house.

Too paralysed with fear at the sight of two more strange men getting out the van, I felt my throat go dry and words get stuck at the bottom. Looking around, I hoped to find a neighbour's eyes or dog-walker's lost gaze, but nobody was here. Whoever these men were had timed their entrance perfectly.

When we reached the van, the back doors were opened and the man spun me around roughly before placing a bag on my head and shoving me inside. Hot tears ran down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering what the hell was happening and who these people were. But mostly, I hoped Wanda was already on her way.

—

The whole incident was over soon. That's what we were calling it now. The 'incident'. Of course, it could have been called other things... the kidnapping, the abduction, the capture. But we settled with the 'incident'. It was less explicit, as if minimising how utterly terrifying the whole experience was.

I never did find out who those men were. Wanda offered to tell me, feeling a need to explain herself and blame herself and drag herself down in the dirt to make me feel better, to bring me out of my silence and give me something to feel good about. I recalled her mentioning they were after her, getting to her through me – her girlfriend.

She rescued me quite quickly. Being tied up and locked away and left to cry like a child, wondering if I was going to die any minute at the hands of captors whom I had never met nor done anything to in my life, wasn't fun. People always wonder what they would do in those situations; maybe they would square up and put up a fight; maybe they would scream and shout and get everyone's attention; maybe they'd even retort with sarky remarks and go out with a blaze of glory.

I never imagined what that would be like, but I discovered I could do neither of those things. I just let them take me, let them threaten me and point their guns at me and tie me up and lock me away and–

I let myself cry and feel terrified and shake and lose my words and imagine the worst. Some would call that giving in, but this wasn't something you could prepare for. Surely my response was justified? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when Wanda burst onto the scene, taking out the men with ease and taking me out of there, taking me home, I was momentarily safe.

But then as she began to ramble off her explanations and apologies and regrets, I found myself turning in on myself, unable to hear her out. I didn't blame her one bit, but I also couldn't listen to one more second. So, I tuned her out.

I sat on the couch, staring at the way the thread was coming loose on one of my cushions. I thought about how quickly the whole 'incident' had happened. How one minute I was sat in a cell and now I was sat on my couch. How I was then shaking with fear and now I felt nothing.

"...you listening? Hey, are you okay?"

I only tuned back in when she sat on the cushion I was looking at. Her fingers rested on my cheek, guiding my head upwards so I was looking her in the eyes, glassy and red and swollen from crying. I probably looked the same, though I was all out of tears.

"I promise you nobody will be back here," she said with certainty, thumb stroking my cheek. "There's S.H.I.E.L.D. agents posted all along the street. And I'm happy to stay here if you need me to. You're safe now."

I knew I was. And despite my calm exterior, my heart was still racing in my chest, adrenaline still pumping through my body as if expecting to make a sudden break for it.

"What are you thinking?" she muttered, eyes flicking between mine curiously. "Talk to me. Please."

I shook my head, looking away. "I'm okay."

"It's okay not to be," she said quietly, squeezing my hand.

"I know."

So, we kept that bit up for a few more days, maybe a week. Me pretending I was okay, though still distant from Wanda as if she'd caught the plague, and her pretending she knew I was telling the truth.

But I knew she sensed the nightmares I had, waking me up in cold sweats. I knew she saw the way I tensed when a shadow cast along the wall from a moving object. Or the way I never faced the front door when unlocking it to get inside.

I guess she couldn't take it anymore at some point, possibly a week or two later, as when I was mixing my soup in a bowl after heating it up in the microwave, she sighed loudly.

"You okay?" I asked, glancing up at her. She was stood by the counter, seeming tired.

She'd been staying with me since the incident happened, obviously, and it was nice having her around so much, despite the circumstances. But I knew she was worried and had been keeping it in. I just didn't have the energy to acknowledge it.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, though her fingers still drummed on the countertop.

I let it go, shrugging, before paying attention to my soup. Her impatience was obnoxiously loud, filling the house with a discomfort she was dying to express. Eventually, she did.

"I'm not fine," she decided, and I stopped stirring my soup as I looked to her tugging on her sleeves distractedly. "I'm not fine because you're not fine."

"I've told you I am," I said monotonously, eyes boring into hers.

"I know you're not," she said, crossing her arms and hugging herself. "I've noticed you and..."

I quirked a brow. "And?"

She frowned, eyes softening with empathy. "Don't make me say it, Y/N."

I pressed my tongue to the back of my teeth as I looked down to my steaming soup.

"Talk to me," she pleaded, rounding the counter and leaning beside me, searching for my eyes. "I just want to help."

I swallowed hard. "I have nothing to say, Wanda."

"A really scary thing happened," she began hesitantly. "The fact that you don't have anything to say– that you've not said anything, isn't right."

"Well, I guess there's something wrong with me," I said dismissively, before grabbing the pepper grinder before me and using it.

"No, there's not," she reassured, not giving up. "You just need to talk.”

I set the grinder down, turning to face her abruptly. She straightened up with surprise, taking a small step back.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, voice calm but full of unintentional malice. "Huh? What do you want me to tell you? That I'm terrified somebody is watching my house, waiting for a quiet moment to break in? That I have to follow you into every room you go in because I don't want to be left alone? That I can't fucking sleep because I'm scared that when I close my eyes, I'll be locked in a nightmare I can't escape? Is that what you want me to tell you? Does that make you feel better, Wanda? Because it doesn't make me feel any better. It just reminds me how fucking terrified I am."

I pocketed my shaking hands, blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, swallowed down the lump rising in my throat. She watched me, unsure what to say at first and I didn't blame her. It was an outburst waiting to happen.

"I'm–"

"Don't say you're sorry," I snapped, before flinching at my tone. "I know you're sorry. And I don't blame you for what happened. I just– I don't know what to do anymore."

Her eyes were studying me like green lasers burning holes into my skin and I hated that I couldn't meet them. I hated even more that I couldn't leave the kitchen out of anger or frustration because I was too scared to be left alone without her by my side.

So, I leaned against the counter, turning away from her, and let out a shaky breath, eyes burning and heart thumping in my ears. Her arms suddenly wrapped around me without question, and I let her take me into her chest, squeezing me so tight so I knew she was there.

Closing my eyes, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but no sound came out. I struggled to breathe, unable to take in air through my nose as I stuffed my head so hard into her shirt that I couldn't see a thing except darkness. I knew I'd eventually be okay, that I'd eventually get back to some sense of normalcy. But for now, having her here with me was okay. And I found it much better to just be with her then have to go over and talk it out.

She was warm and strong and smelt like home and God, I loved her. I was lucky to have her.

—

It took about a month and a half to get over the incident. And after that, we never brought it up again. It was just easier that way. We continued on like usual, falling back into our old routine of having a separate us and her separate superhero life.

At some point, I thought it would be nice for her to meet my parents. They were back in town for the week, wanting to check in and see how I was. It was nice having them around and I was excited for them to meet Wanda, who I'd mentioned in some of our Skype calls.

"We don't have to make it a thing," I said as I proposed the idea. We were cleaning around Anna's apartment as she napped in her bedroom. "It's not like an 'oh, meet the parents' thing. They just happen to be in town and we're having a dinner, so I thought you might want to come. If you don't, it's not a big deal. I haven't told them to expect you. Not unless you say yes. Which you don't have to."

She chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dorogoy (darling), calm down. Breathe."

I neatened the cushions on the couch with a bit too much force. "Am I not breathing? I'm pretty sure I'm breathing."

Her hands slipped into mine as she spun me around to face her. An amused smile on her lips, she said, "You need to relax. If you're like this now, then who knows what you'll be like on the night of the dinner?"

It took me a second to realise what she'd said and when I did, my eyes widened. "Wait, the night of the– does that mean you're going?"

She laughed, tugging me closer to her. "Yes, I'm going. I'd love to meet your parents!"

My shoulders relaxed as her fingers played with mine mindlessly. A smile appeared on my lips as I said, "Thank you. I– it'll be fun. No pressure. Just a dinner."

"Just a dinner," she confirmed, before kissing my forehead gently. "Can't wait."

And so on the day before my parents left for Scotland, yet another trip on their never ending retirement travels, I waited for Wanda to pick me up so we could go to a restaurant to meet my parents, who were already there after spending the day shopping in town.

She arrived at the door with a beautiful smile and bright eyes, looking me up and down.

"Just on time," I teased, tilting my head to the side, before being serious. "You look amazing tonight, Wanda."

"As do you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said sweetly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, before stepping inside. "Also, these are for you."

She removed her hand from behind her back as I closed the door, revealing a gorgeous, colourful bouquet of flowers.

"I saw them and thought of you," she began to explain without even realising how cute she was; a smile crept on my lips as she continued, "but then I realised I've never gotten you flowers before which is very dumb of me because a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers, right?"

There was no doubt that my face was heating up from the attention, flustered yet honoured at her words.

"Wanda, I love them," I said, accepting the flowers and meeting her gaze. "And to be fair, nobody has ever gotten me flowers before."

"You're kidding," she said with disbelief, stepping forward and wrapping her arms loosely around my waist. Reading my serious expression, she added, "Not even for your birthday? Or a celebration?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She gave me a knowing look. "Well, that's very unfortunate. But I'm glad I could be the first."

I held her gaze, amusement dancing in her smile. Mirroring her expression, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up delightfully.

"Me, too," I said, and I meant it.

"Come on, we should get going," she said, squeezing my waist before letting go. "Don't want to be late, do we?"

"We do not," I agreed, before putting the flowers in a vase of water and leaving them by the door.

"You ready?" she asked, holding open the front door.

I intertwined our hands and met her smile with my own. "I'm ready."

Taking the girlfriend to meet the parents. What could go wrong?

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[mochegato]

Jasonette Protection Program

Chapter 1

Jason smirked as the lock disengaged for him. Tim may be ‘the smart one’ but thank God he was predictable.  It made things like breaking into his townhouse so much easier.  Now he just had to convince him to let him hide at his place for a few days.  It shouldn’t be too hard once he knew it would piss off Damian, because again, Tim was predictable, and one thing he reveled in more than tormenting Jason was tormenting the gremlin.  And not being able to find Jason would absolutely kill Damian, meaning he couldn’t kill Jason.  And none of them would think to look for Jason at Tim’s place of all places.

“Hey, Preten… er… Tim.  You here?” Jason called out as he relocked the door behind him.  “Come on, Tim.  I know you’re here.  You said you were going to hang out with friends tonight, which we both know means you’re going to be home alone all night.”

Jason moved through the townhouse looking for Tim, getting increasingly paranoid as he moved.  He’d told Alfred he’d be around if he needed anything, and he would never lie to Alfred.  So where was he, Jason wondered to himself as he walked past Tim’s bedroom, noting the untouched bed and wandered into the spare bedroom.  And who was the woman in the bed?  The suspiciously, absolutely gorgeous woman, sleeping peacefully in the bed he was going to use.  When Tim was conspicuously missing?  Well that was unpredictable.  

What the fuck was going on?  Tim was paranoid as fuck.  And to just leave someone in his townhouse unsupervised?  Someone who was pretending like she could sleep through Jason screaming at the top of his lungs?  Something was off.  “Hey! Person who doesn’t live here!” Jason yelled.  “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my brother’s bed?”

The woman’s eyes popped open.  Her face scrunched in confusion after a beat, but she slowly closed her eyes again.  “Hey, no!” Jason kicked the bed hard enough to jostle the entire bed.  “Who the fuck are you?”  

This time the woman, who he now realized was probably Tim’s girlfriend that he hadn’t told any of them existed, which he couldn’t blame Tim for, he wouldn’t want to introduce anyone to this family unless he had to either, bolted up to sitting and gasped in a breath.  Her head whipped around clumsily to find the source of the disruption.  She blinked groggily as she looked around, almost like she wasn’t registering what she was seeing, not really.  Jason almost felt bad for waking her up because damn, she must have been really deeply asleep.  It was taking her a while to settle back into reality.

Jason’s theory about her not really taking in what she saw was confirmed when her gaze swept past him with no reaction at all.  The room was dim, but wasn’t dark.  He wasn’t hidden.  There was no way she could have missed him.  After a few seconds she stopped her scan of the room and blinked blankly, swaying slightly in place, and brought her gaze back to him.  She blinked more heavily a few more times as she stared at him as if trying to figure out if he was really there.

Her eyes met his, but didn’t seem to see him. They looked glazed over.  He would normally be a bit more sympathetic to the sleep induced daze, but he was already in a bad mood and she was fucking ignoring him and where was Tim?  “Yes, I’m real,” he gruffly answered her unasked question.  “Now, for the third time, what the fuck are you doing in my brother’s bed?”

She looked down at herself and the bed she was in.  Her head lolled unsteadily as she looked around until she fell back onto the bed with a grunt.  “I see why your brother is the detective, not you.”  

“Excuse me!” he growled at her.  Instead of flinching back like a normal person would have, a smile teased on her lips and she turned over on her side, curling happily into her pillow.  Jason almost thought she’d fallen asleep and was about to strip the comforter off of her until she slurred out a sleepy question.  “So, which brother are you?”

He stared at her, unsure how to react to her. She knew Tim was a detective.  How did she know that?  ‘Detective’ isn’t a term you could just throw in there like ‘he’s the smart one’ would be, which, he was used to hearing.  But ‘detective’ was extremely specific and directly related to their nightly activities.  Unless he told her he was a private detective for some reason?  Or an inside joke?  And she was acting so casual about it, like it was an understood thing.  “Jason,” he finally answered.  Regardless of whether she knew or not, giving that much wouldn’t hurt.

“Ooohhh,” she smiled against the pillow, not even bothering to open her eyes.  “I was supposed to never meet you.  You should definitely stay close by.  Take a picture of Tim’s face when he sees you with me.  It’s going to be brilliant.  I would pay to see it.”

He smiled in spite of himself, but quickly schooled his expression.  She wasn’t answering his questions.  She was deftly avoiding giving him any information.  It was so natural, he could almost believe it really was, but nobody in their lives was that innocent.  But then again, her body was completely relaxed.  He was accustomed to deceptive relaxation, body positioning that appeared outwardly to be relaxed, but the muscles were prone and ready to jump into action in an instant if a threat presented itself.  She didn’t show those signs.  She was either amazingly good, which would explain how she knew who Tim was, or she really was that relaxed and innocent.  

Either way, he still didn’t have a name.  “And who are you exactly?  For the fourth time,” he asked again.

“Tomorrow,” she murmured as she groped for the covers to pull them back up over her chest.  “So tired. Just sleep.  Tim will be back soon, maybe.  Ask h…” she trailed off.

“You don't care if I share the bed?” he asked suspiciously.  This seemed more and more like a trap, but what the hell the trap could be, he couldn’t figure out.  He wasn’t married or seeing anyone so it wasn’t like she could blackmail him with pictures. And she couldn’t exhort him by forcing him into a situation where he defends himself against her husband or boyfriend who just ‘happens’ to walk in on them in bed, that was actually a popular one in Gotham for some reason, because they were in Tim’s townhouse and she knew they were brothers so… what the hell could her game be?

“And there was one bed,” she mumbled amused, giggling softly to herself.

“What?”

She waved him off sloppily.  “Not worried. You lay one finger on me and Tim will kill you.” She clumsily patted the space in the bed next to her.  “Sleep.”

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” he insisted surlily. He waited to see how she would react, but her only response was a soft snore.  He snorted.  He studied the woman, trying to figure out who exactly this woman was and how close to Tim she was, because not many girlfriends would suggest pranking their boyfriends with cheating… with the boyfriend’s brother, especially when she apparently knew there was animosity between them.  

Some of that could be because she was currently quite obviously not quite aware of reality.  He was now convinced it was a bit more than just being tired.  She had clearly enjoyed her night a bit too much, which he could completely understand. If he had to spend an entire night laughing with Tim, he’d need to be drunk too.

His head snapped in the direction of the front door when he heard the sounds of a lock disengaging and the door opening.  He glanced back at the woman in the bed, whose name he still didn’t know, and made a split second decision to trust her despite that fact.  The likelihood that she was conning him was far outweighed by the opportunity to prank Tim, and with his friend’s? girlfriend’s? whichever’s help!  This was unheard of.  Dick’s friends were more than willing to help with a prank, knowingly or unknowingly, but Tim’s friends?  Never. At least not with Jason.

He ripped off his jacket and shirt, throwing them toward the corner of the room and hopped toward the bed as he pulled off his boots.  He jumped under the covers behind the woman and let the covers pool around his hips, just above his pants waistband.  He pulled the covers up to the woman’s shoulders to hide the fact that she was still wearing her shirt.  She barely moved at all in response to his actions.  He wasn’t even sure if she knew he was there.  He really hoped when she woke up that she remembered the prank.

He could hear Tim’s footsteps as he got closer to the door.  Just before he reached the door, Jason threw his arm over the woman’s waist and moved closer to her.  He just barely cracked his eye open, enough to see Tim, but still look closed if the other person wasn’t watching closely enough.

Tim peeked quietly into the room.  He did a double take when he saw the bed.  “What the…” Tim started.  Jason couldn’t stop the small grin that spread on his face, that is until Tim reacted.  

He suddenly threw the door open and rushed the bed. He hauled Jason out of the bed with more strength than Jason remembered him having.  Tim threw him against the wall hard enough to knock a few pictures off the wall.  His face was contorted in the angriest scowl Jason had ever seen on him.  He shoved his forearm into Jason’s throat, pushing hard enough that Jason had to gasp to get air.

Tim moved closer, his eyes sparking with so much anger that for the first time Jason was a bit intimidated.  Maybe this hadn’t been such a brilliant idea after all.  But, this reaction from the normally composed Tim was definitely unpredictable.  The woman wasn’t kidding when she said Tim would kill him for touching her.  Tim paused and glanced down toward Jason’s cargo pants, still tightly belted and zipped.  When he looked back up, his eyes had somehow narrowed even more.  “That better have been just a terrible fucking joke.”

Jason rolled his eyes and tried to push Tim’s arm away from his throat, but Tim wouldn’t yield.  “Calm down, Timbers.  I didn’t sleep with your girlfriend,” Jason jeered.

“She isn’t my girlfriend, asshole,” Tim sneered back pushing his forearm harder into Jason’s throat.  “She’s a good friend who got drugged by someone tonight, intending to do God knows what.  So you can imagine how utterly not funny I find you joking about sleeping with her right now.”

Jason’s eyes widened in realization.  That… that would explain a lot.  “Oh Shit.  I’m really sorry, Tim.  I swear I didn’t do anything to her.”  Tim nodded slightly and lowered his arm, but his expression didn’t soften much.  He continued to glare at Jason.

His stare down was interrupted by a soft, tired, slightly slurred voice.  “What happened?  Tim?”  The woman smiled slightly.  “You’re home.”  Her eyes flicked over to Jason and she stopped to contemplate him.  “Hey, you’re real.  Did you take a picture?”

Tim whipped his head over to Jason, his heated glare back in place. “A picture of what, exactly?” he demanded.

Jason held up his hands in an effort to placate him.  She was really, really not helping them right now. “Of your face when you saw us together,” he explained slowly.  Tim drew in a deep breath and his jaw got even tighter.  “In my defense, it was her idea,” Jason said quickly, pointing to the woman, “and I didn’t know she was drugged.”

Tim looked away and huffed out an angry breath. He rubbed his forehead.  “Of course it was her idea.”  He turned to the woman with an exasperated sigh.  “You’re not funny, Marinette.”

The woman, Marinette, pouted at him and nestled deeper into the covers.  “I’m fucking hilarious,” she mumbled out from under the covers.  Her face emerged from the covers as she took them both in.  She looked down at Jason’s chest for a second and threw off the comforter to look down at her chest.  She pulled gently at the front of her shirt.  “Should have taken my shirt off too.  Would have been funnier,” she chastised lightly before collapsing back onto the bed and closing her eyes again.

“No,” Tim yelled out holding out his hands in a halting motion.

Marinette opened one eye to glare at him before turning over and snuggling into the covers on the other side.  “Fuck you.  I have great breasts.”

Tim groaned and looked down mortified.  “Oh God, that’s not something I wanted to ever hear coming out of your mouth.”

“And you’re in trouble anyway,” she continued, ignoring Tim’s comment, her words slurring slightly more as fatigue claimed more of her attention.  “Why didn’t you tell me your brother was sexy?”

Tim groaned and ran his hand down his face.  “And there’s another.”  He looked back at her with a serious expression.  “Not sexy, annoying asshole.”

“No, she clearly said sexy,” Jason corrected him with a cocky grin.

“Touch her and die,” Tim hissed.

“Protective much,” Jason taunted.

“That’s exactly what I am, protective of my drugged friend,” Tim growled back, reminding Jason of the situation and why Marinette was there in the first place.  He turned back to Marinette with a softer expression.  “You can do far better than him.”  He didn’t even flinch when Jason punched him hard in the shoulder. Jason discretely looked up to see how Marinette reacted to Tim’s words, but she was already sleeping again.

He only looked away from her when Tim punched his shoulder and shoved him toward the door.  “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he snapped.

“Yeah, yeah.  Okay.  Whatever, keep your friend,” Jason waved him off, but his eyes found their way back to her as they left the room.  “Tell me what happened while I raid your fridge.”

Chapter 2

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Fluff prompt 3: "It's you. It's always been you."

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Travelling Companions  // Draco Malfoy

a/n: NSFW - minors DNI. FEMALE READER. 2k words (not really a blurb anymore), and the fic that has inspired my latest series so pieces of this will be taken and used there that’s why this may feel very rushed. The series will be slower. 

Fluff 3: “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Steamy Scenes 6: “Touch me.”

Misc 12: only one bed.

Upon the end of the Second Wizarding War and the disgrace of his family, Draco Malfoy left the country. There was very little keeping him tied to England; a family torn apart by their beliefs, a cold house that was not a home, an inheritance built off the very hatred pedalled by his father.

No, Draco Malfoy did not want to stay in the country.

Similarly, you refused to stay at home too. Having seen the lifeless bodies of your friends, the nightmares had become too much for you to remain at home. Instead, you packed up your things, kissed your parents on the cheeks, promising to send them a postcard from every destination.

It’s in Italy where the two of you cross paths.

The night was unusually warm; sweat rolling down your back as you walked through the thick crowds on the Ponte Vecchio. You had no distinct aim of your night; happy to wander until the early hours of the morning, falling into your bed with very little to think about other than your plans for the following day.

It’s as your dodging multiple bodies that you spy a shock of blonde hair that you swear was familiar.

“Draco?” You call, watching the tall figure pause, “Draco Malfoy?”

The blonde turns at the sound of your voice.

“Of all the people to meet in Florence,” You smile, “What are you doing here?”

“An extended gap year as the muggles would call it,” He answers, looking mildly uncomfortable at being recognised abroad.

“Well,” You nod, “It was nice to see you, enjoy the rest of your travels.”

Draco nods, a small, polite smile on his face. He doesn’t say anything to which you turn away, continuing your journey across the bridge in the hopes of finding something to eat and soon.

“(Y/N)!” Draco calls after a moment.

You turn back to the man, finding him only a few steps behind you. His eyes are bright, cheeks flushed as he asks, “What are your plans for tonight?”

“I was going to get some food and then walk about aimlessly. Why?”

“Can I join you?” He asks; the words leaving his mouth in such a rush that Draco looks shocked at the speed. “What I mean to say is: would you like some company? It would be nice to catch up with a friendly face.”

“Of course,” You laugh, “You’re more than welcome to join me.”

Draco falls into step beside you as you wander the length of the bridge, both eagerly looking for a restaurant to catch up in.

Conversation flows naturally with the blonde, as does the laughter and the wine. You reminisce over the lighter days of your education, as well as sharing countless stories of your travels, finding yourself enjoying Draco’s company far more than you expected.

“Where are you going to next?” Draco asks, grey eyes inquisitive as he sips at his red wine.

“Greece,” You answers, “I’m island hopping for a little while. I’ve heard stories of an island that feels like the end of the world, and I want to check it out. Where are you off to next?”

“Greece, if you can believe it,” He answers, topping up your wine glasses with the dregs of the bottle.

“I’ve a proposition for you, Malfoy,” You announce over your refreshed glass of red wine. “I’ve grown tired of travelling alone, I miss conversation and company. We’re both travelling to Greece next – why don’t you join me?”

Draco ponders your proposition through his next bite of food, weighing up the pros and cons through a mouthful of Tagliatelle Funghi Porcini e Tartufo. “Alright,” He eventually says, wiping his mouth on a cloth napkin, “I’ll join you. I’ve grown lonely on my travels too.”

Your shoulders sag as Draco’s words wash over you. It had become lonely travelling alone, that much was true, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were meant to run into Draco tonight. That there was something bigger at play.

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The Ionian Islands were beautiful; travelling with Draco at your side made it easier for you to rest at night, no longer plagued by nightmares as often, but it gave you someone to talk to when the night had been bad.

Kefalonia held its own charm; its quiet punctuated only by the clinking of wine glasses on the wine tours shared with Draco.

Your time on the Ionian Islands had you seeing Draco in a different light; the sun had bronzed his skin and you couldn’t help but stare when his shirt came off at the beach. Something was changing between the two of you; the both of you lingering on a night, not wanting to be the one to say good night, not wanting to be the one to draw it all to a close.

You could only hope that things would change soon.

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“Are we staying in the port?” Draco asks, eyeing you carefully as you hold your hand out for a taxi. Wearing black slacks and a white t-shirt, Draco was unintentionally drawing the attention of most women and men in the port of Skiathos

“Nope,” You answer as the taxi pulls up beside you both, “We’re staying in Troulos.”

The hotel was a small, family run establishment that you had read about in one of the many travel guides bought before you left England. Draco leaves you to check in, letting you admire the scenery as you wait patiently for him to return.

The owner is the one to lead you both through the hotel, smiling politely at you as he leaves you outside your room, explaining the opening times for the bar and the pool.

“There’s only one bed, Draco,” You state obviously as you enter the room, pointing to the bed in offence.

“I noticed,” He deadpans, fixing you with an unimpressed look. “Look, I’m not sleeping on the tiled floor. So, we either share, or you sleep on the floor.”

“Ever the gentleman,” You drawl, arching a single eyebrow. Draco smirks as he bows; the motion executed perfectly, highlighting his very expensive etiquette lessons as a small boy. “Fine,” You huff, dropping your bag onto the bed, “We share, but I’m warning you now, Malfoy, I hog the blankets.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” The blonde snorts, wandering to the bathroom where you hear the shower begin to flow.

Settling down on the bed, you press a hand to your forehead, already sticky with sweat. Your stomach turned with butterflies as you think of the night to come, sharing a bed with Draco. The feelings for the man had surprised you; you hadn’t expected to feel anything for him, simply happy to have company on the last leg of your travels, but here you were – craving his touch and his attention as if it were your lifeline.

The shower turns off, and you jump up, grabbing your toiletries in an effort to give you something to do to draw your mind from the sight of Draco in a towel.

“I’m going to shower and get ready, and then we’ll go get some food, okay?” You call out, pushing past the blonde as he leaves the bathroom in nothing, but a small, fluffy, white towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’ll be waiting!” Draco calls out, laughter rich in his voice.

As you sink against the bathroom door, it’s then that you realise, you’re fucked.

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It became a quick tradition on your travels with Draco that you would alternate who would pick the restaurant that evening. As you chose where to eat the previous night, it was now Draco’s turn.

The restaurant he chooses is quaint, set off just from the main road running through that part of the island. It’s fairly busy, many families laughing and drinking through the evening.

The waitress hands you the menus, her eyes lingering on Draco a little bit too long for you to feel comfortable. You smile politely as you give her your drink orders, immediately feeling awful for the curtness of your tone when you had no claim to the man sat next to you.

Food is ordered and conversation continues to flow, but you find yourself caught up in the way that Draco makes you feel. Every glance, every smile, every unintentional touch – it leaves you close to breathless with butterflies raging in your gut and your heart close to pounding out of your chest. You had never felt like this, and your poor heart could only hope that Draco felt the same.

When the food arrives, it doesn’t take long for you to gush over the meal. “You have to try this!” You cry out as you take your first bite of your meal, gathering another forkful for Draco. “It’s wonderful!”

Holding your fork out, you expect Draco to take the utensil from you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans in, his lips wrapping around the fork in a manner that leaves you hungry for something that certainly wasn’t food.

“What do you think?” You ask huskily, throat dry.

Draco chews, pondering over the food. A smirk gathers on his lips as he swallows, “Delectable.”

The both of you fall silent as your meals are finished; the only sound between you being the scraping of cutlery on plates, but you cannot help but wonder whether Draco can hear the pounding of your heart every time he smiles at you, or whether he can sense the change in your feelings as you yearn for him silently.

“You were jealous – of the waitress – weren’t you?” Draco’s voice sounds, breaking your reverie. Blinking, you find him watching you with a curious look on his face.

“Yes,” You confess in a single breath, shifting your gaze from Draco’s, fiddling with the napkin in front of you.

“There was no need.”

“Oh?”

“It’s you,” He breathes, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “It’s always been you.”

“Take me back to the room, Draco,” You whisper, leaning into his touch.

Draco wastes no time paying the bill, whisking you from the restaurant and down the road to your hotel.

The door slams against the wall as you both fall into the room; hands pulling at clothing, lips attached save for the breathy laughter filling the room. He tastes of the anise instilled into the Ouzo shared at dinner; his lips fit seamlessly against yours as he backs you through to the bedroom, his hands wandering – memorising every dip and curve of your body.

Draco lays you out on the bed gently as if worried of hurting you in some form or another.  

“What do you want?” Draco asks, grey eyes bright in the muted light of the room.

“You,” You state, sitting up on the bed, pressing your hands to the man’s bare chest, scraping your fingernails down his pale skin.  

Draco shivers at your touch, barely repressing the low groan growing in the back of his throat. “Where do you want me?” He hums, not giving you the time to answer the question as he begins his onslaught of addictive kisses.

“Here?” He purrs, kissing your jaw. “Or here?” He asks, dropping a feather light kiss to your neck, pushing you back onto the bed. “What about here?” Draco teases, pressing blazing kiss after blazing kiss down the centre of your cleavage to the top of your underwear leaving you a wanton mess as you writhe underneath him.

“Darling,” He whispers, “What do you want from me?”

“Touch me,” You all but beg, reaching for the blonde’s hand, fitting it where you need him most.

It’s then that all self-control Draco had snaps; his hand slips into your underwear, fingers slipping through your slick folds. The gasp that leaves your mouth is swallowed by Draco’s lips, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip as he wrings every single ounce of pleasure from your body.

No nightmares are had that night; finding peace in each other as you sleep wrapped up together in the one bed.

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