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un-love · 5 months

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the next time you meet them

a/n: for my carats and deobis <3 this is entirely fictional! (that's a given) pls reblog

🖇️ he stares at you across the table, eyes half lidded from all the wine he’s downed. the previously inviting chatter around the table is all noise to him; he can't be bothered to avert his gaze from your face. he hadn't planned on drinking at all that night, but seeing you so close to him, on another man’s arm changed that. a familiar burn rises in his throat. goosebumps line his skin, almost mocking him as he sees your fingers linger on this dude’s arm. what did you see in him? the only time his eyes leave your face is to ask for another drink. (jeonghan / younghoon)

🖇️ he smiles at you, but not before considering sprinting in the opposite direction. it's not as hard as he had imagined, he tells himself, except his heart feels like it just ran a five mile marathon and his ears are ringing. you smile back at him, oblivious to the whirlwind your presence evoked on an otherwise warm sunday afternoon, and he catches sight of the front tooth you chipped on his television set. ah. the day you had moved in together. five months after, you had kicked him out. his heart knows how to put itself back together now, after hundreds of failed attempts. (seokmin / kevin)

🖇️ you have bloodshot eyes and his hand reaches around your waist to steady you instinctively. no one bats an eye when you lean into his touch and tell him you’ve always loved how he smelled, and did he change his perfume recently? this is what friends do, isn’t it? that is what he is to you, after all? (cheol / sangyeon)

🖇️ saturdays are game nights for your mutual friend group. so the fact that you had spent the previous night projectile vomiting on your bathroom floor, or the fact that he was wasted beyond comprehension, resulting in a terrible hangover had to be kept aside to protect a previously well-kept secret. the pit in your stomach gets deeper every time the warm sound of his laugh reaches your ears, body aching to be touched by him. he leaves early. (jun / changmin)

🖇️ he has freshly bleached hair. you know this because he’s at your doorstep. he’s at your doorstep? hope is a home in your chest, immediately crumbled by the look on his face. is he not here for you? “i wanted to come get my stuff. it wouldn't be fair for you to have reminders of me everywhere.” oh. (chan / chanhee)

🖇️ standing infront of the café you’ve been avoiding for the most part of the year, you try to convince yourself you're seeing things in places they aren’t. through the glass window, dark brown eyes catch you. pretty eyes, heavy with confusion (or is it guilt on his face?) attached to a face so familiar it makes your breath hitch. the images come in flashes. hand squeezes, midnight snacks (waffles), one green apple mojito + two straws, butterfly kisses, promise rings, forgotten birthdays, muffled sobs, untouched food, promise rings taken off. too much, too fast. heartache can only be described as a knife lodged in your sternum. (soonyoung)

🖇️ years have passed. he doesn't recognize you, or simply refuses to acknowledge you. either way, your skin tingles with nostalgia when he gets into the elevator after you. they say certain scents can evoke the strongest memories. from your spot, you can trace the slope of his nose, the curve of his mouth, the apples of his cheeks with your eyes. everything is just as you remember it. silver glints on one of his fingers as he lifts his phone to one ear. well, maybe not everything. he was your first love, that's all. (joshua / juyeon)

🖇️ if someone told you the first boy you fell in love with was going to walk up to you, ten years later in the auditorium where you first kissed him, just to tell you how beautiful you look, you would've laughed in their face. but here he was now, (in a blazer, instead of a bomber jacket, but) as exquisite as ever, and after two glasses of wine, you let yourself wonder how his smile would feel against your mouth. i think i’ve seen this film before. would it be so bad to let him break your heart again? (vernon / sunwoo)

🖇️ the thing about weddings is they make you feel nostalgic about things that could poison you (namely, relationships). so when you spot him in the distance, the groom’s closest friend and your former lover, you can’t help but long for everything that once was, everything that could have been. the warmth of his skin against your cold hands, his arms around your waist as he whisks you away for a dance, the vision of his freshly curled hair between your thighs. whoops. (wonwoo / hyunjae)

🖇️ he stands at your doorstep, drenched. water drips from his hair and clothes onto your welcome mat. “i thought about you all day, about how lonely these twenty four hours can get for you. it’s almost midnight, but i had to come, even when the rational part of me advocated that i don’t have the right to do this for you, not anymore. but i wanted you to know that i care, no matter what happened between us. happy birthday. i’m sorry.” (seungkwan / eric)

🖇️ a freezing christmas eve. looks like he hasn’t let go of this habit of always waiting till the last moment to pick up christmas presents. for the years that you were together, you made sure to get it done on time. seeing him now, two winters later, borderline panicking on the other side of the store makes you laugh (and reminisce, and dream). maybe you should go over and h- you’re frozen in place when an arm slides around his waist. he pulls her closer as you watch, heart thumping against your ribcage when he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. bells jingle as you leave the coziness of the store for the biting cold. you must've been mistaken. that's not the man you knew. (woozi)

🖇️ you bump into him the day you move into a new building. he gives you a smile that makes his eyes soften and watches as you break in two. “oh, i live here too.” what if you had loved him out loud? set free the words rolled under your tongue? what if you had hooked your fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer? regret tastes like four glasses of wine at your own housewarming party, with eyes fixed on the door. do you believe in second chances? (minghao / haknyeon)

🖇️ the years have been super kind to him but you can see the hints of ageing on his otherwise flawless skin. his smile, velvet and butter, still floods the room with warmth. or maybe just the entirety of you, as he sits next to you on the couch. it’s silly, the effect he still has. you can't help but be jealous of all the moments of him the hands of the clock stole from you. all of the tears and smiles you weren't next to him for. his hands, once soft in yours, are now calloused and rough. his hair, the shortest you've seen it. he shifts closer to you, as if sensing the turmoil. and when his hand grazes yours, electricity shoots through your fingertips. he’s here now. maybe the thoughts can wait. (mingyu / jacob)

bonus:

🖇️ you have a visitor. you open your home to him once again, leading him out to the balcony. the sky is an angry pink, the plants looking warily at who the evening brought in. “look, i’m sorry for not believing you. for pushing you out and leaving you behind. you didn’t deserve that. you're like…the fucking sun and i envy people who see that and get to be loved by you. i don’t get to be bitter, do i? i had it and i lost it. had you and i lost you. let me be yours again.” you wake up to his side of the bed still empty. was he dreaming of you too?

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blitzor0de0 · 22 days

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I wouldn't mind reader more about Saint Peter and Redeemed!Reader adventures in heaven.

Maybe you could write about their first date? First kiss?

Maybe Redeemed!Reader has a nightmare about their 2nd death and Saint Peter comforts them?

Maybe some jealous Saint Peter? Someone tries to flirt with Redeemed!Reader and Saint Peter get a little possessive over them? Like wraps one of his wings around them, protecting them?

Not sure you'd be up for making smut for this pairing, but that would be nice as well. :)

hihi ! I decided to go for the nightmare one since I love torturing reader 🤭🤭

I told myself this one was gonna be rlly short because my brain was just lacking juices but here we are again over 1k words and yet ?? I still rushed half of it between my overwatch deaths and games 😭

cw: reader death mention, nightmares and by extension ptsd, tooth rotting fluff lowkey

word count: 1.2k

part 1 part 2 part 4

Delicate (Saint Peter x Redeemed!Reader)

Chills ran up your spine as the scene replayed itself before you.

All you could feel was the stab of the trident magnified by a million. It was torturous, and yet the scene had replayed every night since your arrival in Heaven. You couldn't escape it, causing you to spend many sleepless nights, drinking coffees, going on walks. Anything to resist falling asleep, afraid of your death haunting you.

Said sleepless nights were taking a toll on you, everywhere you went, you'd see the executioner in the corner of your eye, causing your heart to drop.

You would doze off in the middle of dates with Peter, meetings with Emily, at your job. Everywhere you went were reminders of that dreadful day.

Sure, you could talk to Sir Pentious about it, but the guilt of making him remember his own death ate you alive, but the passing glances the two of you would share could say a million words, the bags under his eyes just as visible as yours.

It didn't take long for Peter to notice something was up with you, especially with how you froze up when Lute passed by the two of you in the Plaza, scowl evident on her face.

At first, he just suspected it to be you just being afraid of her due to the battle, but witnessing your paranoia get the better of you just made him feel stupid.

Offering you a small "Are you okay?" he frowned, he always had faith in you and believed in you, to see his love this dishevelled, it freaked him out. You were always a stronger person than he would ever be, in all means of the word.

"I'm fine..." Is all you could utter, it was only a phase, something you would get over, right? You could overcome it on your own, that's what you believed.

Peter could only nod and say "If you do need me, at any time, you know where to find me."

Tonight was one of those nights again, in your exhaustion, the fluffy pillows, the oversized duvet, the memory foam mattress, it enticed you into its warm and loving arms, enveloping you as you drifted off to sleep for the first time in days.

The nightmare, your past reality played in your mind once again. The sharp stab of the strident, the smug smirk upon the executioner's face.

Everything was perfectly recalled.

With a sob, you awoke yourself, sweating and shaking as all you could do was hold yourself, sitting up and pulling your knees up to your chest.

Glancing towards your digital clock upon your side desk, your first step of grounding yourself was checking the time which resulted in an unsurprising 2:38am.

Sniffling, you picked up your phone, quickly dialling Peter's phone number.

It took a few rings for him to pick up, and when he uttered out a groggy "Hello?" It wasn't hard to tell that you had just woken him from blissful slumber. The thought only made your guilt bubble up inside you, internally debating whether or not to hang up then and there to let him be. This was a pathetic reason to call someone, anyways.

But you couldn't bring yourself to, sniffling down the microphone as you fought against your will to speak. It was as if your words were lodged in your throat, as if speaking would kill you once again.

“...Peter” You weakly whispered.

Well that certainly woke him up, his tone of voice switching from gruelling grogginess to concern.

“Hey? Hey! Are you alright?? Are you crying? Oh my goodness, do you want me to come over, is that alright?” Quite the rambler he was, but at least his intentions were always pure at heart.

“Please?”

“I'll be right there, unlock the door for me, alright?”

And with that he hung up, hurriedly making his way over to your house.

Deciding your room was far too dangerous to stay in right now, you opted to listen to Peter, heading down to the door and unlocking it before situating yourself on the sofa, blanket wrapped around you.

Too lost in your own thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your friend? boyfriend? — You didn't know the two of you hadn't made it official yet — enter the house, crouching down in front of you. It was only when he placed one of his hands upon yours did you notice him.

You were a mess, it was hard to miss, hair stuck to your forehead, tangled and knotted, dried tear tracks down your cheek, and yet Peter looked at you with all the fondness in the world, as if you were the most gorgeous person to grace the three realms.

“You're okay now,” His voice instantly soothed you to your core, being around Peter always seemed to do that. “I'll make some tea,” He stood, but before he could turn on his heel,

"Don't leave.." You whispered, catching his hand with your own as you glanced up at him with glossy eyes.

With his gaze, ever so gentle, he smiled down at you, taking your other hand, pulling you up into a hug.

It was warm, full of emotions. Peter's adoration for you, and you for him, but the sadness of your nightmare, of your trauma lingered, evident by your shaking from as tears started to slip once more.

Peter rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe you. He didn't dare let you go, only allowing you to break the hug first, Lord knows that you needed it, who knows how long it had been since you got a hug in the first place.

You didn't know how long the hug lasted, and didn't care to know either, the hug felt like home, like you were always meant to be there in Peter's arms. Eventually, you did pull away, “Thank you.”

“At a time like this, there's no reason to thank me whatsoever, c'mon you want some tea?” You shook your head in response, Peter's presence was enough, and besides you felt the sweet embrace of sleep calling your name.

With a yawn, you spoke at ease for the first time that night, “Come to bed with me?” Causing Peter to smile, “Of course.”

You could feel yourself longing for his touch still, deciding to link your pinkie finger with his, craving any sort of touch, any proof that Peter was in fact here with you.

You led him up to your bedroom, a little nervous, you'd yet to fully decorate your room to your desires, so the walls were looking a little bare and there were some clothes scattered across the floor, but Peter didn't mind at all, it only humanised you in his eyes.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“Of course I do, you've helped me so much and just… you bring me a lot of comfort Peter.. Besides, you can scare away the nightmares if they return.” A small childlike jest, but knowing Peter, he would kick that nightmare’s ass if he could.

“Oh,” you continued, not before taking a big yawn “I'll tell you about it all in the morning, just hold me for tonight please.” You sat yourself on your bed, pulling Peter besides you with what sleepy strength you could muster.

It didn't take long to grow comfortable, laying yourself between Peter's arms. Sleep quickly took over your senses, but not before you could hear the angel utter out a quiet

“I love you.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #saint peter x reader #hazbin hotel saint peter #hazbin hotel saint peter x you #hazbin hotel saint peter x reader #saint peter x you #saint peter x yn #blitzor0de0

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privitivium · 1 month

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What about motherly/fatherly yan having an attention seeker reader. Reader only uses them for validation because reader has a big ego/narcissistic (reader WILL guilt trip them if they get scolded/punished).

Reader starts crying and ranting about their "bad past" if motherly/fatherly yan gets mad (basically playing victim because attention seeker!! :3)

bro, toxic reader is insane. love this, thanks anon.

motherly/fatherly w attention seeking male reader, tw;; narcissism,,, p sure. toxic reader, guilttripping, 3some sorta;; dick stroking/ass fucking. Yeah.

attention seeking... they wouldnt notice. not at all... to enraptured by ur charming personality. definitely not noticing when somethings up when they scold you for doing something you arent supposed to - and you pull out your bad childhood to back you up. "y-you're acting like m-my mom..." in a bad way. in a horribly bad way!!! mother feels so bad, heart clenching as you were sobbing in your hands as they surround you, cooing gently to comfort you, caressing you - telling you that youre not in trouble, theyre so sorry...

using them for validation, as an ego booster... hn. father coming up to you to compliment you, to tell you how much he misses you in his office - trying to guilt you to come with him, but you cant be beat at your own game... and with a kiss, departing after he showers you in caresses and praise,,,. rolling your eyes and slouching back once he leaves. your coworker giggling on how theyre so jealous that you have such a beautiful man loving on you like that - "oh, god, i know right? he's the best..." immediately brightening, making light conversation with them and saying how lovely he is to you,,,

ㅡ"y-you... you dont love me, do you..." you murmur, choking back tears as you held your hands to your eyes - trembling.

"w-what? you..." immediately, he was wrapped around you, nuzzling into the side of your head and hands rubbing along your shoulders - "i do love you... i'm sorry. i didnt mean to get so upset." immediately apologizing after seeing what it did to you; he's tried so hard to tone it down everytime you wanted to do something that was against his rules - ( hanging out with friends, being on the phone for excessive amount of time, on call...) "i-i love you..." mothers' voice trembles, and you sigh. humming in content as you brush your tears away using his shoulder. hm.

ㅡ"you know how that makes me feel!" crying out, frustrated with father as you held your fists to your head; gripping your skull. "d-don't yell at me for something so trivial - it shouldnt matter who i spend my lunch hour with!" nearly sobbing in frustration, just to really play it up. choking back tears and flinching away from fathers' fingers as he tries to reach for you - to hold you, to bring you into his chestㅡ"d-don't... touch me. you're acting ... too much like them." you grit, playing your cards just right to make him stop in his tracks - his bottom lip quivering at the thought of being so reminiscent to a bad role of your past,,,

ㅡ"y-you don't love me..." mother stroking your cock soothingly, mumbling gentle words of affection and how he loves you so much - they just think youre insecure,,, father in front of you, cock buried deep inside your innards n making you feel full... doesnt help that hes caressing your thighs and your abdomen,,,,, mother jerking you off, so dutifully twisting his wrist and - giving you all the attention you craved.

#motherly yan!#x male reader #yandere x male reader

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muniimyg · 3 months

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NOT TAE’S ASS GETTING JEALOUS LIKE??? 🤡

clown fr and not him cancelling his plans with addie so he can come and “pick his stuff” he is not fr 😭

ok FINE HERE IS THE LAST ONE.

“What are you doing here?”

Taehyung stands outside her door, feeling a mix of guilt and relief in the pit of his stomach. You’re wearing Nam Joon’s hoodie and it makes him want to throw up. It hurts him so bad.

Yuna asked a good question. It’s weird. He doesn’t know why or how he ended up at her door. From the moment he read her texts about being with Nam Joon, he just couldn’t sit still.

Truth be told… There were no plans with Addie made for tonight. He just needed an excuse to see you. Then, he remembered leaving his hoodie at your place. From there on… Well, you all know the rest.

“I don’t know,” he confesses, taking a step inside. It had begun to rain and the mist made him look sweaty. Yuna does her best to slow down her breathing, in attempt to stop it from racing so much.

It’s true what you had said to her once before… Boys always look so much more romantic with wet hair.

“I came for my hoodie—“

“No,” Yuna interrupts him. “You said you didn’t want to see me.”

And Yuna can’t help it. Her voice crumbles like dry clay as she finishes her sentence. Her lips, curved into a smile earlier because of Nam Joon, are now tingling with ache as she tries not to let a sob out.

Taehyung looks at Yuna and feels so much hurt. The air between them is stick and like never before. In the past, they have fought and had a few tantrums with one another… But this was different. This felt like the beginning of their end.

“I didn’t mean it…” Taehyung takes a step closer to Yuna. Yuna stands still, letting him close in the space. Suddenly, his arms wrap around her. Yuna can’t hold it in. A sob escapes her lips and her eyes quickly shuts as her tears begin to stream down her face. “Shhh, I’m here… I’m sorry—“

“You’re not—“ Yuna suddenly pushes Taehyung away. “You’re not sorry. You said you were tired. You said I was a bad friend. You said you needed to move on—this? This is not us moving on. Don’t you have a girlfriend—“

Taehyung huffs, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

“But you’re seeing her. You’re taking her on dates. You’re kissing her. You’re—“

“I’m with you,” Taehyung says it like a plea. “Do you think this is easy for me? I’ve waited for you for so long… I can’t just not be here for you. I can’t let go of you that easily—“

Yuna shakes her head profusely. “No, Taehyung… I refuse to be the other woman. I refuse to be caught in this yes or no game with you. We’ve played it enough.”

“Yuna… I don’t k-know what I want.” Taehyung chokes on his words. “I wanted you for so long, I don’t know what it’s like to not want you.”

Yuna lets out a small laugh. “Then why are you with Addie?”

Taehyung gulps.

He takes a step back, not knowing what to say or do. He isn’t sure there is anything that can change what he had done and said to Yuna. He made his bed… Now, he has to lay in it.

As he opens his mouth to speak, Yuna goes over to her bedside and holds Taehyung hoodie in her hands. Turning to Taehyung, she shoves the hoodie to his chest and pushes on him a little. It’s enough to move him.

“Go,” Yuna cries, letting go of his hoodie. Taehyung holds it, feeling his heart breaking like never before. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Yuna—“

“Taehyung,” Yuna breathes. “I’m tired too.”

#ask muni #💌: anon #fic: c2u extras

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thedeluluverse · 9 months

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Annyeong my darling @starfire21! Here is your request! Sorry it took longer than I quoted, hope it was worth the wait! Let me know of anyyyyy feedback ok? Enjoy :) <3333

Author’s Note: Big thanks to @starfire21 for this request as it beckons in a new era of not just BTS fics! I hope y’all enjoy and feel free to send me requests anytime 😊Also, I got a tad bit carried away so if it's too long, sorry! hehe

Summary: Being together for 2 years, there is no limit to how well you know each other. So why do you still try to hide?

Pairing: softDom!Minho x subbyJYPstaffF!reader.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, coworker romance

Word Count: 3,861

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. swearing, angst in a couple parts, fingering (f. receiving), breast play, dirty talk, pet names, overstimulation, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, guilt, crying, cockwarming, mom and dad issues, reader highkey hates her dad and wants to unalive him so there's talk of that too.

It's been 2 hours, and you are still reeling. Despite living in Korea for about 6 years at this point, your parents still manage to get under your skin. A notification pops up on your phone that your boyfriend, none other than Lee Minho of Stray Kids, has gone live. A small smile appears, knowing that he helps comfort you even through a screen and wondering if he can sense your need for his presence. Probably not, but it's a nice thought!

Once the live is through, you give a sigh of contentment, quickly replaced by the familiar sinking feeling that comes with the trauma you can't seem to shake. You are on the verge of sobbing when your phone screen lights up, showing that your boyfriend is trying to Facetime you. Taking a few deep breaths and smiling, you accept the call and are greeted by an "Annyeong jagiya! Did you see the live?". Nodding your head, you reply, "I did, and you look so handsome today, babe!".

Despite you doing your best to smile enough to not worry him, he can tell that the smile far from reaches your eyes. His tone changes to stern as his eyes bore into your soul; thank goodness there's a screen separating y'all! "Tell me." He demands; you try to laugh it off. "Tell you what? That I love you; you know I do, Min!". He isn't laughing, "Don't play this game with me, angel, I can tell something is wrong. Please, I'm here for you, always.".

At his sincere words and concern for your well-being, the dam is broken, and you start bawling, unable to communicate for about 3 minutes. He understands and doesn't bother you; he just looks at you pitifully, upset that he knows there is nothing he can do to help right now. Once your breathing has regulated, you say, "Okay, well, buckle up, my love, because today was a doozy…" he nods to show that he is ready and you are free to start whenever.

After a sip of water, you begin, "First off, my dad, who I haven't talked to in about 7 years, texted me out of the blue asking what I've been up to, and he misses me (bullshit, you mutter under your breath). So this fucker asks if we can meet up for lunch or something soon. I told him that I was not in the States anymore. He said that my mom was bragging about me and accidentally let it slip that I live in Korea now, so that's no issue since he has wanted to take a trip anyway. “

“I told him to stay out of my goddamn life since that is what he is best at, and he lost his chances to reconcile with me a decade ago. Then he dared to get angry with me and say he deserves to see me because ' he's my father.' I told him he was just a sperm donor and he had no right to me, especially since I changed my last name once I moved out. He didn't like that and said that I was just like my mom, a bitch, and that was it. Now most times, I don't like being compared to my mom, but in cases like these, it's a badge of honor, lol.”.

As you take a breath, Minho stares off from his phone for a moment to process all of that. Now, that situation would be intense to hear about for anyone. Still, it's an entirely different playing field for your fiercely protective boyfriend who knows about your trauma. "I'm gonna kill him." He states, still looking off into the distance.

You damn near spit out your water at the suddenness of this statement, then reply with, "I mean, go for it, have fun even, but make sure I'm there. I want to see his pathetic life leave his blank stare as I deal the final blow." His eyes widen, knowing that your talk of wanting to kill your dad was serious all these years; his only response is to nod, "Anything you want, Princess.".

Blushing at the pet name and feeling a bit better, having vented some of the day away, you say, "You are already fuming; I can just finish up the story later. It's okay. I will see you, la-" "You'll see me as soon as you are done telling me what happened today. Yes, I am pissed at your dad on multiple levels. Still, I care about you even more. So what else happened, honey?". You close your eyes, and with your voice slightly cracking, you say, "My mom. She happened. So she Facetimed me earlier, like 10 minutes after the ordeal with 'dad'.

She just wanted to check up on me, but I was snippier than usual because I don't like surprises like that and wouldn't have agreed to call just then. I told her that she needs to not just randomly Facetime me because next time, depending on what kind of day I'm having, I may not be in the mood to pick up. She didn't like that at all and tried to play the guilt card of not seeing me in forever despite her knowing I’ve been super busy lately. I told her that wasn’t fair, and we texted enough for her to know that my life has been hectic, so she needs to not try to make me feel guilty for my success."

“So then,” you continue, “she happens to spot that the sink has dishes, trash needs to be taken out, etc., etc., and huffs. I ask what's wrong, and she proceeds to say that, well, despite success looks like you can't handle it all if you can't maintain a clean living space and that after this long, she thought that I would’ve figured out a routine that works for me by now.

She even had the audacity to say, 'Ah yes, your work is soooo taxing being around gorgeous people all day, you poor thing.' That set me off; I told her that my job is taxing because I want to ensure I am doing my best, so they do not have to worry as much. I have had no energy to do anything when I come home lately besides shower, eat, and talk to Min for a little while before I pass out. The final straw was when she said, ', Oh, so you have time for your boyfriend but not for your mom; I see how it is.' And just ended the call."

He stares into space again and says, "Wait…what the actual fuck??!! She knows you have abandonment issues and how your energy levels can be, and she dares to pull that…. I'm so sorry, love, for everything." You sniffle, trying to ward off more tears and answer, "It isn't your fault, though; none of this is, which is why I wasn't going to bother you with it or bring down your day. Especially after a live because I know you get a mixed bag of comments with those; I feel extra bad now. I'm sorry; I'm selfish and shouldn't have word-vomited on you. Oh fuck, am I like my dad? I'm really gonna run into traffic now," you half-joke.

"AISH. Y/N-AAAA!! I've told you that you never need to hide anything from me, okay? I am here for you. I would’ve hated it if you kept all of this to yourself until you deemed that I was ready to hear it. Lovingly shut the hell up about that 'like your dad/being selfish' shit. I could tell you weren't okay and asked you to share why. Yanno, I love you and know you have struggled mainly alone for too long."

" Your dad would've just started unloading about his day without even thinking to ask how I was before, so stop. No running into traffic jokes either, alright? You really wanna do that to me and the kids?". The corner of your mouth twitches into a slight smile as you say, ", Okay, you maybe have good points; I'm sorry. And I wouldn't do that to you and those fuzzy little cuties in a million years!"

He smirks, "Good, and stop saying sorry. You did nothing wrong, okay?"; you nod in response, granting you a flying kiss through the screen. "Do you have any plans today y/n?" "Nope MinMin, I'm free the rest of the day; why?" "You'll see, just be ready in 15 minutes, dress comfy. I'll see you soon; gonna hang up now, saranghae jagiya!" "Saranghae jagi, I'll see you soon!". The call ends, and you put on your favorite pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie you had stolen from him on your third date paired with your trusty boots, and you are ready to go!

15 minutes later, your boyfriend is pulled into your driveway and leans against the car waiting for you, not wanting to rush you but letting you know he is there. The second you step past your door, he runs up to you and captures you in the most comforting hug that might've ever existed.

This causes you to cry more, and his only response is to softly rub your back, occasionally pecking your temple and forehead with kisses and soothingly whispering, "There there, y/n, I'm here. It's going to be okay, that's it. Let it out.". After about 9 minutes, he wipes away the tears for you, kisses their faint trails, and leads you hand in hand to his car. As he starts driving, you have no idea what he has planned, and frankly, it couldn't matter less; you are feeling better just being in his company.

Putting the car in park, he turns to you and asks, "You ready?" "for what?" you reply. He emerges from the vehicle and opens your door for you, holding your hand as you walk into the building, saying, "Just trust me.". As soon as you walk in, you are taken aback at how nice this place looks but are too entranced in the calming scents of rain and vanilla to put too much thought into it. He notices you just taking everything in and places a gentle hand on the small of your back to catch your attention, "Let's get this started, shall we? Don't worry, I pulled a few strings, and we have the place to ourselves.".

Returning to reality, you look at him with wide eyes, "Wait….did you rent out a whole ass spa just because my parents were jerks??? This is too much; I'll be okay, I swear!". He calmly places a finger over your lips, looking into your eyes. "Nothing is too much for my baby girl, you need to wind down anyway, and I just had an excuse to pull something like this off. Now… go enjoy my love."

You blush at the effort and care he put into this, all for you, and nod, walking to the back. First, you get the best massage of your life, not counting the ones that Min has given you; of course, once it is done, the masseuse leaves so that you can retie your robe and move on to the next room. Nearly falling asleep from how jelly-like your muscles feel, you don't notice that you aren't alone until you feel a hand gripping your ass cheek.

You bolt up and whip your head around only to find your cheeky partner showcasing the cat smirk that you so adore until he moves closer to you and bends down, placing soft kisses on your shoulders, neck, and all over your face until you are both giggling. "Now, on to the next room." He commands while taking hold of your neck with his strong, veiny hands that impress you more and more every day.

Helping you into the next room as you are still a bit wobbly, Min starts feeling like this was definitely a good idea since it has been ages since he has seen your features this relaxed. Once you sit in the massage chair, he plants a kiss on the top of your hand and then leaves you to enjoy phase 2. Phase 2 includes a full mani-pedi as well as a customized facial treatment due to him knowing that you have sensitive skin. He even asked the staff to provide extra cucumber slices to snack on if smelling them on your face kickstarted your craving.

Throughout the mani-pedi, you receive heavenly hand and foot massages, and you start to wonder if this is all a dream due to how perfect everything has been. As you wait a few moments for them to ensure the next room is ready, your sneaky boyfriend whispers into your ear, "Enjoying yourself pretty?" as your eyes are closed, leaning back in relaxation.

Your eyes fly open, mainly from the realization that those 3 words created body-wide goosebumps. Hovering over you, he shakes his head and gently lowers your lids, "Keep relaxing, pet. Let master take care of you, yeah?". Biting your lip, you nod slightly while fighting a moan; at this green light, he starts a trail of kisses from your collarbone down to your sternum.

Your breathing becomes more uneven by the second as he takes one tit into his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue around your hardened bud and occasionally sucking on it as if his life depended on it. He can tell that you are needy from his actions and stops right before the staff returns to lead you into the next room. Not before he leaves little love bites all over your cleavage, though.

Phase 3 is a special treatment that he personally requested. Now, the spa staff is well aware of your heat sensitivity, and you were fine temperature-wise until Min's little sneaky stunts left you panting with flushed cheeks. Well, it seems he anticipated this because he arranged a cooling stone treatment for you in the next room. They spend about a half hour moving stones of all sizes all along your body and double as many times over your pressure points to ensure you don't get overheated.

In the end, you are instructed to lie face down once again as they leave an even pattern of chilling stones all down your back as well as on the nape of your neck. In the midst of cooling bliss, you feel a familiar set of lips kissing up your calves all the way to the back of your thighs. Goosebumps appear again, and you can feel the desire pooling in your stomach along with the increasing wetness between the lips of your pussy.

He barely has to apply pressure to your inner thighs for you to spread your legs for him even wider. Leaning over your back, he nibbles your earlobe and coyly says, "Damn baby, you really are my subby little kitten, aren't you? All it takes is a few kisses and teasing touches, and you are dripping onto this table for me. I'm not complaining; I've just come to taste my handiwork.".

Before you can object for fear that you'll be walked in on, his tongue is deep in your throbbing cunt, licking broad stripes along your lips. Feeling you adjust slightly in an attempt to grind against his face, he firmly holds down your legs, saying, "C'mon, my needy little babydoll, you gotta stay still so daddy can take care of you. Unless you want them to see that their handiwork has shifted and be privy to your true nature." You groan as if to say, "That's not fair," but you aren't complaining after all…

You finish for the third time, not 5 minutes before the staff walks in with a robe, ready to remove the stones from your back, ignoring the smell of sex as they were paid to do. Sitting on the end of the table, waiting to see what will happen next, Minho saunters in and extends his hand towards you while slightly bowing. Furrowing your brows, you ask, "Um, my dear boyfriend, it's a little difficult for me to walk. Could you tell me where we are going?".

Ignoring your question, he states, "You feel a little chilly."; you huff and reply, "Well, thank you, great compass, that helped a ton. For your information, I am, actually. The stones set me back to neutral, but then, all of that release burned a lot of calories, and now I'm resetting." "I thought as much. Well, welcome to the last stage of Min's 'If I can't kill those who hurt you, I'm gonna try my hardest to kill your unhappiness and soothe your soul for eternity' tour!".

Trying to disguise the tears in your eyes from being seen, you tease, "Damn, that's a mouthful, love…" He just grins and cocks an eyebrow replying, "Yeah, well, so are you, and I'm not complaining."; this makes you blush and scan the area, hoping nobody heard him.

He leads you into a private hot tub/sauna room with the temperature of everything set just warm enough to help you feel normal but cool enough that you won't pass out. You don't waste any time changing into a bathing suit and letting your body succumb to the sensation of the jets and the melting effect that the water is having over every inch of you. Eyes closed and head back, you still have trouble believing all this is real. Ten minutes later, you feel the water rise higher on your body, and it isn't long before you know the culprit is your Min joining you.

Looking to the right of you, where he is sitting, you pull yourself over his lap and start kissing along his neck, all the way behind his ear, and finally over to his lips for a steamy makeout sesh that leaves you both breathless and has him asking, "Well Princess what was that for? I am certainly not mad about it, but I figured you'd be too relaxed to be this bold right now."

It's your turn to smirk as you rub your clothed core against his growing bulge, then whisper against his ear, "See, the thing is…I was relaxed, then you made me all needy, so you have to fix it now, mister." "Oh, do I?" he teases as he slips two fingers inside of your soaked cunt easily, which elicits a very loud “fuck Minho” from your lips. He curls his fingers inside of you, occasionally toying with your sensitive bud while kissing you passionately until you have cum all over his hand 5 times.

He lets you stay collapsed against him for a solid 10 minutes before saying, "Let's go, my adorable little raisin.". Pouting, you lift your head up, meeting his eyes and saying, "But baaabe, I feel too weak to dry off, get dressed, and go all the way to the car…” He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear and placing a soft kiss to the tip of your cute nose before explaining, “I planned for this situation as well my love, just trust me yeah?” he says touching his forehead to yours as you nod.

He gets out first, quickly drying off, pulling on a pair of boxers, and heading back to you. He lifts you bridal style with ease out of the hot tub and places you on possibly the best bed you have ever laid on. As he joins you underneath the covers, you curl up against him with your nose on his neck and his chin on top of your head; "Jagi, did you invent a cooling cloud for me to sleep on?" you ask, half out of consciousness.

He gives a deep chuckle in amusement at how tiny you are right now, places a kiss on top of your head, and traces his fingers up and down your spine as he answers, "I'm not thaaat powerful jagiya, but that was precious."

Pressing yourself closer to his chest in embarrassment while giggling, you retort playfully whiny, "Don't make fun of meee. Just tell me what magic is underneath us right now, and can we take it home?". He smiles ear to ear, just as smitten with you as the day he met you, and replies, "Well, I thought you might get overheated, so I asked if they could set up the extra room as a nap area with silk sheets for cooling reasons. Sadly, they didn't have any, but thankfully, they did have this other fabric called habotai. It is much like silk but a bit cheaper and slightly more cooling. If you like it this much, we can send a set home with us."

Barely raising your head, just enough for him to see your eyes, you ask, "Wait, really??" with the wonderment of a child who just got told they can take home the toy they've been eyeing in the store for the past 20 minutes. Kissing your forehead, he nods and can feel fatigue overtake his body; right before he drifts into dreamland, though, your sweet voice permeates the air.

Pressing a palm against his firm chest to let him know you're awake, barely above a whisper, you say, "Um…I don't want to be greedy, but I have a question….if that's alright. I know you've done so much already." He glances down at you and cups your cheek with his palm, "What is it, my star?" you feel your cheeks flush as you ask, "Well, see, the thing is, I was thinking, or rather wondering if you could just…be inside of me? If that's silly, I get it, just, I dunno, I want to feel as close as I can to you. You're so healing you have no idea…".

Before you finish your sentence, he is gently filling you up with his cock and softly presses his lips against yours right as you finish speaking. "I doubt you could ever make a silly request or be greedy where I am concerned, sweetheart. You could want to hula hoop with Saturn's rings, and I'd find a way to grant your wish, my love." Giving a contented sigh, you nod, and you both drift off to the most peaceful sleep either of you have experienced in a long while.

Even though you felt like absolute trash earlier today, here you are, feeling like the most valuable piece of treasure. All thanks to your fantastic boyfriend who sees you as a goddess and would move mountains if it meant you were at peace. The reason is, to him, you are the rarest gem that he had the fortune of stumbling across in life, and he spends every day trying to think of ways to show you just how special you are to him and in general.

After that day, you both vow to always let each other know what is going on so that neither of you faces hardships alone; from now to eternity, you will be each other’s soul soothers, and you couldn't feel more thankful to have this man by your side now and forever.

THE END

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can i get a whumpee who was kidnapped by whumper and interrogated, but it turns out whumper got the wrong person and whumpee is completely innocent. whumper feels bad for what they did but can’t risk letting whumpee go in case they tell authorities. now they’re stuck with each other but whumpee is still extremely terrified of whumper, and they have to try and make whumpee feel safe again. (hope this makes sense, thanks!)

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“I-I told you,” Whumpee whimpered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Whumper backhanded Whumpee across the face. Whumpee cried out and shrank back in their chair as far as the bindings would allow.

“I’m growing impatient with you, [Name],” Whumper said coldly, opening a switchblade, “I guess I’ll just have to make another mark.”

“Please!” Whumpee begged, “I’m not [Name], I swear!”

Whumper plunged the blade into Whumpee’s shoulder. Not very deep, but enough for Whumpee to scream.

“Enough of your games,” Whumper growled, “it’s impressive that you’ve kept up the lie this long, but-“

“Boss?”

Whumper sighed in exasperation.

“What?” Whumper barked, not looking away from Whumpee.

“We’ve found [Name] in a safehouse near the docks,” Right Hand said, “turns out this one is just a doppelganger.”

Right Hand gestured to Whumpee.

“What!?” Whumper said, whipping around to face Right Hand, “then who have I been interrogating!?”

Whumpee let out a choked sob as blood dribbled from their various wounds.

“Go,” Whumper said, “bring them in, I’ll deal with this one.”

Right Hand nodded and left the room. Whumper turned back to Whumpee, any traces of anger gone from their face.

“Hey,” Whumper said, “shh, it’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Whumper started to untie Whumpee. Once they were freed, Whumper stood back to give them their space. Whumpee shakily stood up, then their knees buckled. Whumper dove to catch them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Whumper said, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to stand. What’s your name?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” Whumpee stammered, “my name is Whumpee.”

“That’s right, you did say that,” Whumper said softly, “…it’s gonna be okay, Whumpee. I’m going to take care of you.”

Whumper discreetly pulled out a soaked rag. They gently but firmly placed it over Whumpee’s mouth and nose.

“Hm? Mmph!?”

“Shh,” Whumper said, “I’m so sorry. Just go to sleep.”

Whumpee struggled in Whumper’s grip; their efforts were pitiful at best. Eventually, Whumpee drifted off in Whumper’s hold.

…

Whumper sat by Whumpee’s bedside as they slept. They had brought them to the best guest room in their mansion. At first glance, one wouldn’t even know it was more than just a guest room. But upon closer inspection, one would notice the tiny security cameras, the bulletproof, locked windows, and the reinforced door that only had a lock on one side- the outside. Other than those things, it was a beautiful room, and a much better space than Whumpee’s previous arrangements.

Whumper watched the steady rise and fall of Whumpee’s bandaged chest with bubbling guilt. They had taken an innocent person and subjected them to a horrific interrogation that had lasted for hours. It was a wonder the poor thing was still alive.

A gasp roused Whumper out of their thoughts. They looked to see Whumpee trying and failing to sit up in bed.

“Hey hey, easy now,” Whumper said, pushing them back down, “it’s okay.”

Whumpee’s eyes fell on Whumper, and they flinched hard.

“Wh-Where-” they started.

‘Where are you?” Whumper sighed, “I’m sorry to say you’re in your new home. My home.”

“What!?”

“Don’t excite yourself, it’s all going to be fine,” Whumper said, “let me explain everything.”

Whumpee didn’t speak. Whether it was because they genuinely wanted to hear them out or because they were terrified, Whumper wasn’t sure.

“I am the leader of a certain organization,” Whumper explained, “and there has been someone, someone called [Name], that has been getting in the way of my plans. Unfortunately for you, you bear a striking resemblance to them, and my men took you instead of them.”

Whumpee just stared with tears in their eyes.

“I’ve made a terrible error,” Whumper continued, “and as much as I would like to patch you up and send you on your way, I can’t do that. I’m afraid you’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future. I am truly sorry, Whumpee.”

“You mean… you’re not letting me go?” Whumpee asked.

Whumper shook their head.

“Again, I am sorry.”

Whumpee stared off into nothing while tears ran down their face. Whumper reached out to comfort Whumpee, but they flinched again. Whumper sighed and retracted their hand.

“I’ll leave you alone to get acclimated,” Whumper said, “if you need anything, press the call button on the wall and someone will come in to assist you.”

Whumper stood and headed for the doorway. They heard Whumpee sniffle just as they crossed the threshold and closed the door, locking it behind them.

“Boss?” Right Hand asked.

Whumper looked over at Right Hand.

“Anything they need, Right Hand, it’s theirs,” Whumper said, “but don’t let them leave the building. Heck, don’t let them leave that room. They’re hurt, and the last thing my conscience needs is to learn that they died from a botched escape attempt.”

Right Hand nodded. Whumper left to clear their head, trying to ignore the sobs that came from Whumpee’s room.

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Aislynn's Jumble of Random Thinky Thoughts on Halo s2 ep4 "Reach"

SPOILERS, but of course

Cpt Admiral Keyes went out like a total badass. I really do hate to lose him but I'm glad he got a better send-off than he did in the game (Halo: Combat Evolved). Seeing him with a pipe was an awesome little callback to the game, IMO. (Though smoking is bad; don't smoke, kids! 👎😬😉)

The fact that The Powers That Be took Silver Team's Mjolnir with them as they ran like cowards evacuated but abandoned actual Silver Team is the most realistic bureaucratic part of the episode. 🙄

I suspected Louis wasn't going to survive but him losing Danilo and then choosing to make that stand immediately after was both heartbreaking but bittersweet: he couldn't live without his beloved and his sacrifice gave John and Riz a chance to escape but also ensured that he didn't have to live long without his beloved. 💔

My Halo vehicle fangirling was cranked up to 117% 😇 here, with me pausing the show to yell, "WRAITH, IT'S A WRAITH! I love hijacking those things!!!" and then "SCORPION! A SCORPION TANK! Aw, man, I do BUSINESS when I have a Scorpion!" *wistful, lovestruck sigh* 💖 Please imagine my dad's 🤔⁉️ face during all of that, lol! 😇

John, my beloved, and Scorpion tank, my beloved... 😍🤷‍♀️😇😉

I was legit upset that Kai was gone the entire ep, not just 'cause I wanted to see her, of course, but because it seems an awful lot like she abandoned her team and that just doesn't seem like her at all. I know last ep she was very torn and upset about John and not really believing what he was saying, but also not wanting to narc him out, either. When she finds out what happened to Vannak, I think she'll blame herself for not being there and, honestly? I think she should. (Same as she should feel bad about not believing John, evidence to the contrary.) Not saying she could've prevented any of the bad stuff, of course, but she wasn't there when Silver Team desperately needed her and if they don't have her feel guilt over that, then that's really going to be OOC for her, IMO. 😔

And then of course, the "two" of the "one-two punch" from this ep... Vannak, nooooooooo! I was completely not expecting to lose him here but I really should have, considering we're straight up doing a version of Reach's game storyline and, as we all know, Noble Team didn't make it out of the game alive (other than Jun).

And yet still... Vannak! Not when he's just learned to love animal documentaries and feeding the birds! The big guy had so much more living to do!!! 😭😭😭 I'm going to really miss him and I'm going to completely ignore his death in any fanfic I ever again write, I'm just saying. 🤷‍♀️😉

Are we feeling like Soren will be getting a place on Silver Team, at least temporarily?

Okay, so I was a little surprised but in a good way over how hard everything about Keyes hit Halsey. She was genuinely kinda tongue-tied at seeing him, then her absolutely screaming at his death and her sobbing... I wasn't expecting that sort of reaction. She really did love him and I wouldn't have thought that before this episode.

I feel vaguely like John's ex just kidnapped his current girlfriend, lol. Also, I keep staring at Makee, thinking, "Is her hair a different blonde? Is she dying her eyebrows or something?" more than anything else so I really need to get over that, lol! Annnnnd I could kinda ship her with her Arbiter but nobody should be surprised at that 'cause I can ship a character with a mop that has a wig and googly eyes on it if the chemistry feels right to me...

I could also see not-Thel!Arbiter as being a suuuuper jealous boyfriend trying to prove he's better than Makee's ex... *shipper glasses, I has 'em at all times!* 😜😉

Since Makee didn't let her Arbiter (whose name is escaping me at the moment) go ahead and kill John, one wonders if it was because she does still have feelings for him or if she just needs him for some later nefarious purpose. And why does she need Cortana? I'm still wondering if we're going to get some sort of "evil" Cortana ala Halo 5 since her new look reminds me a lot more of her Halo 5 look.

This is a still, not GIF, from Halo s2 Cortana's new look, so you don't wonder why it's not moving. 😉

Halo 5 "evil" Cortana.

And you can see s1 Cortana in the GIF right above all of this.

Annnnd my favorite version of Cortana...

Halo 4 Cortana, whom I imprinted on as my very first Cortana, so this is her definitive look to me, what can I say? 🤷‍♀️😉

And bringing things back to the episode once more, I also had a game fangirling moment when John yelled, "Frag out!" as he lobbed the grenade. My dad soon learned that the marines tend to yell that as they're lobbing frag grenades in the various games, too! 😎

Ooo, and almost forgot John's absolute panic eyes when Keyes called him forward during his inspirational speech, lol. Poor Chief, d'aww! But that was a really great moment to show people that Master Chief isn't a robot, he's a flesh and blood person, and I think that was used to great effect in this moment. 💖

In summary, this episode had me

💖

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Lover's Betrayal

Aemond Targaryen x TrueBorn!Reader

Warnings: Death, Sadness, Betrayal, Rejection

Word Count:

A/N: This was a request. Hopefully everyone enjoys this comeback piece I am gradually starting to write more as my health improves.

Masterlist / Taglist / Requests: Open

Part 1/?

You pace about your room. The walls feel like they are closing in. You feel as though your executioner is about to walk through the door. Long silvery hair moving behind him in a shimmering light before he makes a point of cutting you down. Aemond was supposed to be securing support from Storm’s End that day. The sky was so dark you could barely call it a day. The clouds brewing a gale so strong even a dragon could be swayed. Part of you hopes that he’ll come back quickly, but another part knows something will go wrong today. You fear he will no longer have a need for you once he gets back. You fear you won’t be of service for the game they are playing and will be tossed aside just like any other broken piece.

You sit down with a piece of parchment and begin to compose a letter. Part of you knows your mother will never get it. The other part hopes that Aemond has the decency to get it to her out of respect for his opponent.

Dear Mother,

By the time you are getting this, I suspect I will have passed on. I have this strong sense of dread that today is the day I lose value as a piece in this game. Please tell everyone that I love them. And please tell Luke I am sorry that I can not fulfill our shared duty, as I will be gone by the time he reaches majority.

Love,

You sign your name to it as you do, Aemond burst through the door, he is soaked head to toe in water. His mouth is collapsed in to a frown. You get to your feet, ready to put up a fight. You knew he would be swift about it, out of his love for you. However, you were still not prepared for your death.

“Is it that time already?” You ask, melancholy drips from your voice.

Aemond remains silent as he moves towards you. A sudden fear that they may have someone else carry out the ordeal frighten you. You know Aemond would be quick and precise. You stumble back on to the bed out of terror as he comes closer. The agony of being dragged to your death building up in your brain when suddenly he wraps you up in his arms. The dampness from his skin soaks in to your dress. You try to expand your chest, but find it stifled by Aemond.

“I’d rather you not crush me to death.” You squeak.

He sobs in to your shoulder, “Lucerys is gone.”

You attempt to break out of the forced embrace. When he finally lets you go, you look to his face. It is riddled with guilt. You can feel the heat creeping up your face, a burning anger that threatens to consume you.

You claw at his face as you shout, “It was you, you killed him!”

You hit his chest with the side of your fist, then again and again. A broken rhythm of hits against him. Your moment of anger breaks in to a soft, brokenness. Tears well up in your eyes and cascade down your face.

“There is nothing that can be done about it, but your position here is now secured.” He lamely attempts to comfort you.

You collapse against him as your fury dissolves into exhaustion.

“He was my betrothed, and you killed him.” You cry.

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Echoes in Time Chapter 7: Let me wake from this slumber

Summary: Sam & Mallory figure their shit out, aka they cut the crap, aka I wanted some closure from all the angst

A/N: Hello friends - long time coming this tiny chapter, posted half of it in snippets, but here we are! Most of you know it had been a tough time for me lately, starting the process of divorce is not fun and quite draining. A note, that comes with this, is I have lost access to Starfield along with my saves - thankfully got screenshots of Mallory before this. However, I fear that this may hinder me wanting to and being able to write this for right now as I heavily tie Sam to the moments prior to this event and it's just tough. I am not abandoning this by any means, just need a rest. I'm still writing, so I will post those things and keep being active, it just will be moving Sam adjacent for a bit. ❤️❤️

CW: Hospitals

The time spent with Vlad on The Eye went by quickly. It was interesting to hear him talk; his Russian accent was unusual for the time she was in but was a nice and familiar sound for her. He told her, at great lengths, what he did up here, what the purpose of The Eye was, how they tracked anomalies and what they looked like.

They were looking at the chartered map to the new anomaly Vlad had found when they were hailed by The Frontier. Mallory’s stomach dropped—was Sam really here? She prayed he didn’t bring that woman with him...

“Captain Cora, coming in for docking. Am I clear?” Vlad chuckled at her voice while Mallory only felt more dread—was Sam really using his daughter to try and make her drop her guard?

Well...no matter their intent, their meeting was inevitable.

It was also inevitable that, despite the knot in her stomach, she was excited to see Cora. However, when it was only Cora and Vasco who walked from the Frontier, she became worried, and when Cora ran towards her with tears in her eyes?

That broke her heart.

Cora crashed into Mallory, tightly wrapping her arms around her and hugging her securely. Instinctively Mallory bent down slightly to enwrap Cora with comfort, a hand smoothing the child’s hair.

“I missed you!” She said to Mallory with both pain, sadness and upset.

“I missed you too, kiddo,” Mallory admitted as she placed her nose into her hair, feeling Cora slightly relax in her arms. “It’s that bad, huh?” She asked her after a moment, feeling Cora nod against her.

“Dad has been miserable, and Mom...well it’s been nice when we are alone, but I don’t like how she talks to Dad, or how she talks about you.” Cora muttered into Mallory, her arms tightening towards the end as she processed her anger and dislike towards her mother. “And they fight every night. I think Dad tries to keep his voice down but—why did you have to leave?”

Mallory felt her body jolt as she held back a sob, hearing the pain and anger behind Cora’s words, and at the distress she felt to know how miserable it had been for Sam—she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty about leaving him.

Cora, however, did not hold back any of her tears, as she started sobbing in Mallory’s arms.

“Let it out, kiddo, you’re allowed to be upset by it all—even me being away, alright?” She didn’t let Cora leave her embrace, deepening her hug as she felt the guilt of not being with her—of leaving her behind in that toxic environment. “I’m so sorry, Cora. I wasn’t trying to get away from you, and I am sorry I didn’t talk to you about it.” Cora nodded against her with a sniffle.

“Thank you.” She politely said, her grip on Mallory releasing as she stepped backwards. “Are you going to make me go back?” Cora asked as she rubbed her eyes. Mallory smiled, knowing that she of course would be taking her back if Sam didn’t come here first, but she also had the responsibility to protect the kid from the situation she ran from.

“If I am not mistaken, it is past your bedtime so...best you sleep here, and we take you back in the morning. Okay?” Cora instantly smiled and nodded her head in agreement. “Now, I am sure Vlad would show you a few things. Let me call your Dad so he knows where you are.”

“Oh, I left him a note! He knows.” Cora said with a chirpy tone, skipping off to Vlad, her child-like enthusiasm springing back into her step as she knew she was safe. Mallory smiled while she felt that pit grow at the idea of Cora’s notes, the words she wrote her filling her mind—completely unhelpful as Mallory was about to call her father.

As she watched Vlad and Cora mutter about something, she picked up the direct comm line to The Lodge. She waited until the connecting tone was finished—meaning someone picked up.

“Hello?” Mallory asked in a rushed tone, but when she heard nothing in return, she got a bit snippy. “Hello?!” She demanded.

“Uh, hi.” Sam slowly greeted, the demand and anger in Mallory immediately disappearing. “She’s with you, isn’t she.” Sam continued, saying it as a fact and not a question, his voice giving away how broken he was.

“Yes, she said she left you a note...” Mallory advised, feeling another rush of guilt that he wasn’t here for her to comfort. She heard him give an empty laugh.

“Yeah, I...I found it when I went to check on her. I can’t—” He stopped his speech with an exasperated sigh. “I gotta stop fucking this up.” He muttered, obviously to himself but Mallory could not unhear it and knew where those words, that thought of blame, came from.

“Is she still there?” Mallory asked slowly, and when Sam didn’t respond, she only pushed on. “I know I may be overstep—”

“No, Mallory, you aren’t.” Sam cut her off, the emptiness even more present in his voice than before. “I’m so sorry.” He added, an evident strain in his voice, a breathlessness that was only brought on through pain and guilt. “I’m, uh, I’m working on getting her to leave.” He added quietly.

All Mallory could do was take a deep, shaken, breath.

“I won’t bring her back while she is there Sam, so...just call us once she does.” She said before hanging up, knowing if she listened to his voice any longer, her walls would start to crumble again—and she couldn’t risk losing that safety.

Mallory turned to look at Cora, forcing a small smile towards her as she saw how anxious she suddenly looked. Vlad had brought her over into the living quarters to get her a space to stay.

“Your mom’s almost gone, kiddo. Just going to hang out here until your dad calls.” Mallory stood next to Cora, smoothly running a hand over her hair with nothing but affection and warmth behind the motions. Cora, naturally, fell into Mallory. “You tired?” She asked and Cora just quietly. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

Mallory slowly started walking, holding onto Cora and slowly guiding her to the closest cot.

“Would you...would you read to me?” She asked Mallory, a soft pain in her voice behind the request. “I—Dad used to read to me and make silly voices...you don’t have to—”

“I’ll try my best.” Mallory immediately reassured Cora, her heart melting that she would seek such comfort from her, but also at the idea of Sam reading bedtime stories to his daughter with a multitude of voices. She tucked Cora in and grabbed one of the many books in the living quarters.

And so, until Cora was deep into her sleep, Mallory sat and read ‘Dracula’ to her with her best, stereotypical, accent for the character—which she also had to explain to Cora was the original accent associated with the literature, immediately curious at what she thought was the ‘normal’ one. Her signal to stop was Cora’s light snoring and Vlad letting her know Sam was on the comm line for her.

“Hi.” She said, feeling slightly nervous to be speaking to Sam once more.

“She’s gone.” He informed her, his voice hoarse and strained, Mallory immediately connecting that he must have been screaming quite a lot.

“You okay?” She instinctively asked, hearing Sam suck in a short breath of air and hesitate to answer.

“Uh...no, heh,” Sam took a deep breath and let out a larger sigh, “but, uh...how’s Cora?” Mallory felt herself bite the inside of her cheek as she heard the pain and guilt he felt.

“Asleep.” She told him between bites, wanting to say more to comfort him, to ease his pain. But it wasn’t hers to ease. He needed to speak with his daughter—extensively. “I told her I would wake her when you called.”

“Let her sleep...I’m sure she needs it.”

“Okay.” Mallory softly added, unsure of what to say but not wanting to hang up this time. They both waited on the line, neither wishing to end the call but too afraid to speak their truths. “I’ll see you soon.” Mallory quickly added before hanging up, fearing how she was feeling, fearing the threads that held together what Sam had shattered were loosening, fearing that when she did see him...she wouldn’t want to leave.

--x--

Mallory escorted Cora to the outside of The Lodge and lightly smoothed her hair again, a gesture that was quickly becoming her go-to for giving Cora affection. She also didn’t seem to mind it, either.

“Get going, I know your Dad is missing you.” Mallory told her with a smile. Cora just nodded slowly, casting her eyes to the floor.

“You sure you won’t come in with me?” She asked once again, Mallory just slowly nodding with another loving gesture.

“I will return after my trip with Barrett, I promise.” Mallory told her, not wishing to admit or put onto Cora the feelings and complications she and Sam shared.

“Okay.” Cora said with a slight amount of defeat. Mallory waited long enough to see Cora open the door before she turned to leave for the shipyard.

She was not even a quarter towards her destination before she heard the voice her body craved but her heart feared.

“Mallory, wait!” Sam called out from behind her. She froze in place, unwilling to turn and face him. Instead, Sam walked around to be in front of her.

It took one look, a single look, from his blue puppy dog eyes, full of guilt and anguish, for her to unravel at the seams.

“I’m—” He began to speak as Mallory threw her arms around him, squeezing him fiercely and immediately crying.

“I missed your stupid face so much.” She muttered into his chest, the shock of the motion finally wearing off of Sam as he let out a small, disbelieving laugh, and slowly wrapped his arms around Mallory.

“I missed you too, darlin’.” He whispered into her hair, his nose and face pressing into the top of her head, taking a small inhale of breath through his nostrils to, no doubt, relish in her scent. Something Mallory was equally doing; enjoying the smell of leather and his cologne. “Look, Mallory—”

“Shh.” She told him, squeezing him tighter. “We’ll talk when we get back, I...I don’t want the heavy stuff right now. Just hug me, tell me things with be okay and that you will be here for my return...that I have a home to return to.” Mallory felt Sam tighten his hold on her, as if protecting and shielding her from the world around them.

“Everything will be okay. What I said to you that night, on my ship, I meant and still mean. You will always have a home, here, and with me. I will never again leave you, Mallory—” Sam quickly pulled away from her only to place her cheeks in his hands, his eyes gleaming in the morning sun, the tears he was attempting to hold back present. “I will follow you to the ends of the universe and through time itself...once I figure out how to do it.”

Mallory huffed a small, frightened, laugh at the conviction he spoke with. At how he so easily convinced her life was so simple, that it didn’t contain all of the complexities that constantly plagued her mind that seemed to swallow her whole. How easily he held her heart as he held her face and how, with a single stare, he could give her the hope of a thousand lifetimes.

She stopped herself, in that moment, from blurting out the three words she had replayed over in her head while they had been apart. The three words she had been fighting against, the words she told herself she could not feel—should not feel.

“Thank you, Sam...” Mallory said, dropping her gaze in order for her to take a breath of air. “Talk upon my return, okay?” She looked back up, Sam slowly nodding his head before placing a delicate kiss on her forehead.

“Whatever you wish, Mallory, I will give—I owe you that.” His sweet words and velvet voice washed over her, as it always did, charming her and drawing her into him. It brought a side of her out that no other had.

“After all you just put me through, Sam Coe, I think you owe this lady one other thing.” She informed him, a playful smirk spreading across her expression as he watched her, flustered by the use of his full name, visibly bothered and blushing at the way she looked at him.

Slowly, boldly, and instilled with the confidence that Sam gave her, she softly reached up to kiss him. This time she did not stop him as his body leaned into hers, his arms tightening around her yet his lips staying soft, gentle and desperate.

Immediately Mallory pulled his face closer to hers, parting their lips with a lick, Sam quickly responding with a soft moan and a deeper, firmer, touch. The seconds that had felt like minutes melted away as the two of them embraced, not having a single care in the universe at how out and in the open they were to the many people of New Atlantis.

Despite the desperation that drove them, that ignited within them, their hands stayed still—only their grip and kiss becoming more fervent. Or, at least, that was the case until a citizen walked by them and grunted at their youthful and lust-filled actions.

They both softly chuckled as they took a step apart, Sam running a hand down her arm only to grab hers and not let go. Mallory looked down, pursing her lips before looking back up at him, absently tucking hair behind her left ear as she looked at him. They both lightly blushed before Sam awkwardly, and with a few struggles, cleared his throat.

“So, uh...when you get back, right?” He placed his free hand on his neck, rubbing it to try to release some of his tension, allowing another small, soft, and awkward laugh.

“Yeah, cowboy...when I get back.” Mallory said with a suppressed smile, hesitating a moment before she reached up to gently kiss his cheek. Another jolt of shock entered the man’s body, causing him to release his grip on her hand.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mallory ran away as fast as she could, not being able to hold back her light giggles as she did.

--x--

Sam stood in front of the entrance to The Lodge, taking in a large breath. He hadn’t been able to stop smiling the moment she had run away from him—adorable. He was without words at how it felt to hold her and kiss her like that. He felt giddy like a schoolboy, and his newly determined feelings for her did not help his elated emotions.

Sam was also extremely grateful that she had forgiven him enough to kiss him. That had to mean something, right? And, god, did It feel good—great! She tasted better than Sam ever could have imagined, his mouth still tingling from the contact. The shape of her lips engrained into his mind, yet he craved them again so badly, fearful of the moment he would forget.

He reached to hold up his watch to the door, when it opened from the other side, Barrett stared directly at Sam’s shocked expression before smirking.

“Looks like someone got a smooch.” He slyly commented, Sam immediately getting defensive and unnecessarily wiping his cheek and mouth as if to erase what was not visible. Perhaps sensing the question Sam wanted to ask yet his brain didn’t catch up, Barrett just clapped a hand onto his shoulder with a heartfelt chuckle. “You have that look about you, Sammy.”

Sam would have hit him back with something clever—if he managed to think of something at all—but Cora appeared within the doorframe, drawing his attention immediately. She looked around Sam quickly before frowning, crossing her arms and looking at her father with utter disappointment.

“Did you lose her, again?” She scolded him, Sam letting out a surprised and slightly scared sigh.

“No, I caught up to her this time.” Sensing the immediate question that would follow, Sam quickly continued. “She said she will come back here after this mission, gumdrop. It seemed...important for her to complete.”

“Okay.” Cora accepted with a pout, Sam immediately giving her a playful nudge.

“Hey! At least you got her to read to you—I barely got a few words,” ‘cause we were busy doing something else; Sam thought to himself. Knowing, again, the question that would follow from his daughter, Sam pulled his thoughts away from the kiss and back to explaining further. “I tried to tell her I was sorry, but she didn’t want to get into the heavy stuff.” Sam said with a shrug. Cora scoffed, arms still crossed, her head shaking and her eyes rolling at her dad’s words.

“Adults are weird. I hope I don’t become one.” She complained and whined as she walked away to her room. Already out of view, Sam heard her call out, “Tell her how you feel, Dad. It’s like...basic 101 stuff.”

“Basic 101?” Sam muttered to himself, having no idea where his daughter heard such a thing or what it could even be a reference to—probably something from her schooling.

Little did Sam know, it was just one of those “Girl Code” things he wasn’t privy to.

--x--

“So...” Barrett finally broke the silence that hung in the air after he and Mallory finished exchanging pleasantries.

“So.” Mallory added, not looking at the man, but having a good feeling of what, or who, Barrett wanted to talk about.

“Why is it so important for you to be getting this next artifact?” He asked her, point blank, without trying to sugar coat it. Mallory, truly, hadn’t spent much time with Barrett and wondered if he was really like this—he seemed to be the one who provided playful banter that beat around the bush for a delightful amount of time before getting to the point.

“I, uh—” Mallory stalled, not wanting to be fully honest about her reasons, but finding herself not prepared to lie. “What was it like for you, when you touched one? Sam said you also saw something.”

“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.” He said with an audible smile. Mallory paused to gauge if her need to know Barrett’s experience overruled her desire to remain private.

“Fine.” She agreed, her annoyance with the deal purposefully being present. With only a short pause, Barrett began to explain what he saw, what he experienced, and it was similar to the first time she touched an artifact as well—but contained none of what happened the second time.

That had been...wild, and unnerving. She had felt trapped in an unknown space, hunted by a creature she did not know, did not recognize, yet claimed to know her. Surrounded by what seemed to be an endless amount of the ones who wished to prey upon her—seeking things she did not understand, speaking things she could not recall.

It, quite truly, terrified Mallory to recall yet something told her she needed to understand what exactly that was. What she saw, and more importantly, what it meant.

“And you?” Barrett asked after a moment, causing Mallory to be pulled from the nightmare her mind was stuck repeating.

“Yeah, the exact same both times.” She managed to lie, and seemingly convincing Barrett with it too.

In response, Mallory convinced herself, against reasonable doubt, that Barrett would understand why she lied once she would be forced to tell the truth.

She just couldn’t have that moment be now.

Not yet.

--x--

“Hey lovebean.” Sam greeted his daughter with more sincerity he probably should have, as she turned around and looked at him with immediately suspicious eyes. “I, uh...thinking of what you said. That...101 stuff.”

“Uh-huh...” Cora responded, still looking suspicious and now, also, slightly unimpressed.

“I wanted to get a letter to Mallory, explain things before I start, uh—”

“Blubbering?” Cora cut in for him, Sam giving a small, exasperated, laugh.

“Yeah, about so, but—”

“Your spelling is horrible, so you want me to write it for you?” She asked, catching onto Sam’s intentions far quicker than he expected, and was left, once again, in awe of his daughter's mind.

“My words.” He quickly corrected. “But...if you can maybe write it out? I would ask you to spell check for me but last time that happened, you didn’t know what I was trying to say.” He gave an awkward laugh but there was a small tinge in the back of his mind at the self-deprecation of his comment. He heard and felt the disapproval Mallory would have with him saying such a thing.

“Yeah, okay, but only ‘cause I don’t want you to mess it up again.” Cora agreed with a smug smile, Sam laughing at the vote of confidence from his daughter before taking a deep breath and beginning his ramble, until Cora cut him off. “Wait, Dad—how are we going to get this to her? We can’t send it privately.”

“Oh, yeah...umm—shit, I guess it has to go through the general inbox.” Sam muttered to himself.

“You’re going to let everyone read this?” Cora asked, authentically shocked and surprised while Sam just sighed.

“I don’t got much choice, so...101 Master—whatcha say?” Cora just smiled and turned back to her computer, prepared to type, and so Sam continued on.

First, he talked about the night they met, how quickly he became enamored with her, her scepticism, the way she saw Cora. That from that day on he never stopped thinking about her. At first, the thoughts of her came only when leading up to and after any time they spent together, thinking and preparing for the lessons, thinking and anticipating how she would act, and on from there. Quickly she consumed his every moment and has continued to do so.

He knows he struggled to open up and find the right balance, and that he should have fought harder for her. He will never regret taking her out into space that night, and it had been the happiest night he had experienced in a while, and it was one of the reasons he greatly regretted the following events.

Every moment, every action, he would have done differently the moment Lillian showed up, and for all of those things he was and is still very much is sorry—eternally so. Every moment she was away felt worse than death and put him in a place he never wants to be in again. Seeing her just a few days ago was...everything. The only regret he had was that he didn’t tell her the truth—that he loved her, loves her, and he couldn’t go another minute without her knowing.

Cora sent off the note immediately, not wanting to hesitate to let her father second guess whether he was actually going to send it out or not.

And so...he waited, and waited, and waited, until a call came through.

“Hello?” Sam answered earnestly, only to be greeted by a loud sigh from Barrett—it seemed Sam was the last person he wanted to speak to.

“Sarah there?” Barrett asked.

“What’s wrong?” Sam pushed, his voice low and threatening. Barrett just signed again.

“Stay calm, but I am taking Mallory to The Clinic—something happened when she touched the artifact Sam. She convulsed and won’t wake up now. She is breathing but...I don’t know.”

“Bring her here! We can help her!” Sam barked at Barrett, not understanding why he was about to take a woman of her situation, of her past, to a medical lab of the future. She would get found out, and god knows that they would do to her.

“Sam, listen to me. She’s never been vaccinated against anything in this world...I understand what you are thinking but, I have no choice. Gather everyone and meet me there—Barrett out.”

And the line went dead.

--x--

SSNN Crews were fighting to get access to The Clinic before it had even been 24 hours, until Walter brokered an agreement between SSNN, Dr. Laura Darvish, and Mallory’s attorneys, who were hired by Walter.

In the following days, to Sam’s immense frustration and severe dislike, the SSNN crew continuously interviewed staff of the facility and the crew of the Constellation. The only people they didn’t get to were Cora, who refused to leave Mallory’s side, Mallory, who was still in a deeply concerning coma, and Sam, who also refused to leave Mallory or Cora while also refusing to play into the media charade.

God knows the last thing he needs is his blubbering to be filmed on camera and if they talked to him long enough, he was bound to say something he shouldn’t. Best to be here...with the two of them.

Mallory had flinched once...just once, but it was enough to reignite Sam’s hope and pull him from the misery festering inside of him, constantly taunting him that he should have been there, that he shouldn’t have abandoned her. It was a night when the doctors were trying to convince Sam and Cora that Mallory needed an empty space to heal, and that their presence could potentially make things worse, or that they could get whatever sickness Mallory had.

While Sam had been busy arguing up a storm with Dr. Laura Darvish, Cora had been clinging to Mallory. When the guards finally pried her off and started pulling her away, Cora called out, calling her name and there was a change. A sudden spike in her heartbeat, a shock to her brain function, and her hand twitching, jerking towards Cora.

The guards immediately let go of her, Dr. Laura Darvish and Sam stopped arguing, and the moment Cora crawled back into the bed with Mallory, she curled up around the child, cradling her in her arms.

From that moment forward, the staff never bothered Sam or Cora. The only movement Mallory made was to embrace Cora every time she crawled back into the bed with her.

Seeing the sight always brought Sam into deep thought, of the connection his daughter and Mallory already had, at what it could look like if she ever truly woke up, the pain it would cause Cora if she didn’t, but...he liked sitting in the middle thought—of what it could look like for the three of them to be a family.

Sam, deep in another one of the thoughts, was immediately pulled at the sense of an unfamiliar movement. Looking up, to his great surprise and astonishment, he saw Mallory’s hand running through Cora’s hair in a soothing rhythm. Her eyes open, sleepy, yet intently watching him.

“There’s room enough for the three of us, cowboy.” Mallory weakly whispered, a hand full of IV’s patting the open space behind Cora. She tried to shuffle back but Sam immediately stood up.

“Stop.” He pleaded, rushing to her side. “Let me...” Sam gently whispered as he reached down to scoop up Mallory’s body and gently move her back. He grabbed extra pillows to give her more support as Cora immediately scooched forward and back into Mallory’s embrace. Sam then readjusted the blankets, fussing over the pillow Mallory had, until she gave a weak laugh.

“I’ll be fine—” She tried to tell him, but her words were stopped with a cough. Sam walked back around the bed, slipping off his shoes and removing his jacket before remembering what was in his pocket. “Ooh, I have fuzzy socks...” He heard Mallory sleeping exclaim, surprised and overjoyed. He immediately smiled at how adorable and soft her voice was, knowing exactly how happy she was to have them.

He was elated that he managed to do right by her again.

Sam turned to look at her, his necklace in hand, a swell of devotion and appreciation for the woman he lovingly looked at entering his body. He saw her tired eyes soften, her hand, once more, patting the bed.

“I can’t believe you’ll make a sick person ask twice.” She teased him, her voice still weak and not quite sounding like it was hers. Sam placed the necklace on the chair on top of his jacket before crawling into the bed. He carefully lowered himself, making sure to not rock the bed and to ensure it could hold the weight of the three of them.

Once he was sure of those things, he closed the gap so that Cora was nestled between the two of them, Mallory and Sam lovingly watching the other.

“I’m so sorry—” Sam started to blurt out, but Mallory just lightly shook her head as she closed her eyes.

“Shush, you—I’m too tired to get into all of that. Just be with me...nothing else,” she asked of him, and Sam felt himself melt, his arm crossing over Cora to rest of Mallory’s arm, slowly rubbing it up and down. He watched her close her eyes to the touch, letting out a soft and relaxed sigh.

“I can do that.” Sam whispered in return, finding it hard to bite back everything he wanted to say—everything he wanted to confess. Quietly they laid there together, Mallory still cradling Cora as one would expect a loving mother to do. Sam intently watched the two of them, still lovingly running his hand over Mallory’s arm and onto a part of her back—all he wanted to do was sooth her and help her relax.

Anything to make her feel better.

“You two would have loved it on Cydonia.” Mallory noted, her voice rough and cracking. Sam smiled, not being able to think of a single thing he would have loved about a place like that. “I helped a little girl—she had frog pictures that needed hanging.” Mallory continued, her speech slow and Sam knew she was exhausting energy to tell him these things. He hung on every word. “It’s top priority stuff.” She added, a small, weak huff of a smile coming from her direction.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it for a second.” Sam told her with the softest smile—he felt absolutely weak when looking at her, like his heart was about to leap from his chest. Mallory smirked, pursing her lips and scrunching her nose in the way Sam found absolutely irresistible.

If it weren’t for his child sleeping between them, he would have showered her in kisses in that moment.

“I even got paid 15 whole credits for it—I’m a working woman now.” She added with a tone of pride and playfulness. Sam chuckled, his chest shaking until Cora gave a soft and sleepy groan at the sudden movement. Mallory immediately shushed her, her motions calming Cora right back into a deep sleep.

If it weren’t for everything else that made Sam love Mallory, that moment right there, of acceptance and love between her and his daughter solidified it all and commanded it out of him.

“I love you.” He blurted, looking up from his daughter to see Mallory’s tired eyes widen and shake at his words—that expression suddenly bringing him into a panic and second-guessing if he should have said that. “...ooor humor. I love your humor.” He quickly tried to correct, but the damage was done. Mallory just smirked at him, as if trying to decide if she would roll with it or not.

“You love...my humor? Riiiight.” She said, her tone evidently not believing a word he said. Feeling very hot in the face, awkward and nervous, Sam felt himself stammer his next question.

“Wha...at about you? Do you, uh...like—or love, um,” Sam let out an awkward cough “my humor?” Mallory just gave a weak laugh, and Sam felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“It’s no doubt I think you’re a funny man.” She told him, her hand leaving Cora to reach up and weakly grab at his chin. Sam, desperate to not lose her touch, gently held her hand to his cheek. “I also solely blame you for the fact that I, stupidly and obsessively, love you too.”

Sam felt his body finally let out his breath, a small smile appearing as he huffed out another, disbelieving breath as he heard those words again in his mind. Tears, once again, fell from his eyes as he was acutely aware of his daughter’s presence between them. Mallory, possibly at the sight of Sam crying, started to tear up too.

He immediately reached out to wipe them away.

“We can’t have that now...” he whispered softly, his eyes never leaving Mallory’s. “I wasn’t always this soft, okay?” He said in playful defense, half wanting to make her laugh and the other half being a bit self-conscious of how much he had been crying lately.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Mallory retorted with a smile before giving out a large, long yawn. Sam was immediately reminded to not be selfish and keep her up for his sake. He ran a loving hand over Mallory’s hair.

“This will...” He told her softly, “now rest.” He asked of her, Mallory immediately curled into Cora, resting her face into the top of the girl’s hair. Once Sam was certain Mallory was asleep, he, too, curled into the two loves of his life. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you Mallory.” He whispered.

“But you were.” She softly replied into his chest. “You were there, in my dreams. It was lovely, the two of us...with our two daughters.”

Daughters.

That word would stick with Sam for a long time from this night, trying to understand what she could have meant, wondering if it was just a fever dream, or if, perhaps, she truly saw their future.

Unfortunately, for Sam, Mallory will never recall saying it.

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Whumptober Day 31: Crying, truth serum*

tw: restraints, choking, magical whump, noncon drugging (sort of? forcing someone to drink a potion), interrogation, betrayal, torture mention

*alternate prompt

Halloween whump!

...

Whumper sat down at the small table with a bag of candy. He dropped it on the table with a thump, catching Whumpee's attention.

Whumpee's eyes went wide, and he started salivating. The food Whumper had given him was so bland, and he bet the candy tasted like heaven.

"Oh, this caught your eye?" He chuckled, and grabbed a piece. "I love Halloween. Trick or treat, Whumpee?"

"Treat...?" he answered hesitantly, knowing full well that none of Whumper's games ever ended well. He was extremely aware of the ropes digging into his skin, keeping him from grabbing the bag of candy and feasting on it.

"Good choice." Whumper was unwrapping the candy painfully slowly, making it known to Whumpee every second of his enjoyment. He popped the small chocolate in his mouth, with an "Mmmmm" and a "Ohh, that's good." Chewing it slowly and thoroughly, watching as Whumpee's mouth gaped.

He couldn't take watching it anymore, thought he knew he probably shouldn't. "May I-may I have a piece?"

He looked at Whumpee thoughtfully.

"...please?"

"Sure, why not. Open wide." He walked over to Whumpee, wrapper in hand, and shoved it down Whumpee's throat.

He started choking and sputtering, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. His throat started to burn, and he tried desperately to get the wrapper out.

Whumper grabbed another candy to unwrap, dropping the confections in one hand and shoving the wrapper into Whumpee's throat, pushing the first down again with it.

He coughed up the wrappers and pushed them out with his tongue, tears flowing down his face. "Y-you can stop now," he sobbed when the worst of the choking stopped. "I don't want any more candy-" His voice hitched on a cough, and Whumper backed away.

"Okay, then." He popped the candies in his mouth and picked another piece from the bag. Whumpee was relieved to watch him place the wrapper on the table. "You said you wanted a treat, so how about something to wash it down?" He pulled out a small glass vial from inside his jacket. The vial itself was beautiful, with its faceted sides and smooth curves, but the liquid it carried was a gorgeous bright green.

He didn't trust Whumper, but he couldn't struggle as Whumper unplugged the vial and poured its contents into his mouth. He swallowed, not wanting to anger Whumper by spitting it out and wasting it.

He sat down again, picking up a clipboard and pen he kept in the room. "Halloween is a great time, for things like witches and spells and potions. That lovely little drink was a gift from my friend, and her work is quite magical."

He had heard rumors of witches in his area, but no one had ever dared to interfere with one; they were too powerful, too unpredictable.

"Let's see how well she did. How did your colleagues infiltrate this place?"

"They briefly stole a key so they could copy it, and entered on a night when nobody, including the janitor, was working there. Our hacker took down the cameras from our base so they could move freely." It was a question he would have never answered. Yet it slipped so easily off of his tongue, and he couldn't stop it. He immediately felt deep pangs of guilt and regret and bit the inside of his lip.

"Wonderful," he stated, jotting down notes. "The truth serum seems to be working great."

Truth serum? Oh no, oh no no no. Fuck, I don't wanna betray everyone!

"Let's continue-"

"No, I don't want to continue, I'd be betraying my friends- well, I think of them as friends, I really don't know how they feel about me. Oh, and I really don't want to let down the guy I like, he doesn't know I'm bi, but I really like him and hope he'll go out with me. Plus, they're all I have, if they kicked me out I'd have nowhere to go, they've been helping me pay my rent." What am I saying?

"Ha! This is much better than I thought it would be. Look on the bright side, Whumpee, you keep this up and maybe I won't have to torture you anymore for answers."

"Honestly, part of me would be okay with that, I hate torture, and I'm so scared of you. But I want to stay loyal to my friends, and I don't want answers to just roll off my tongue, like the way-"

"Whumpee, that's enough," he said sharply, cutting Whumpee off. "Let's get back on track. I want to squeeze as much out of you as I can while this dose lasts. Why, exactly, did your team want to break in?"

Here we go.

#mine #ailesswhumptober2023 #whumptober #whump #crying #truth serum #bisexual whumpee #restraints tw #choking tw #magical whump #noncon drugging #interrogation #interrogation tw #betrayal #betrayal tw #torture mention

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moon-blanket · 1 year

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Even more thoughts, even more feelings.

Yet another long post ! it’s 1:30am, bear with me once again !

SAM’S IMMEDIATE HUG ONCE HE’S OUT, WITH DAVID RIGHT THERE NEXT TO THEM. I’m imagine Darlin’ is absolutely devastated.

Sam IMMEDIATELY wanting to get Darlin’ home. Away from any and all of this. David asking for a hug, and getting it, hugging them DEEPLY. Reassuring them. Apologizing. Promising that they’ll be okay, that he has their back. That he’ll keep in touch.

Sam asking how he can help the second they get home. I can imagine that they can barely look him in the eye, if at all. I’m crying at the fact that Sam makes sure they know that they have Complete agency in what they need, that they don’t have to do Anything they don’t want to.

David was by their side the whole time behind the glass. I’m glad his presence helped them get through it. I bet he’s just as heartbroken about it.

Poor Darlin’. White-hot fury’s burning coals settling in their soul, left with remnants of shock and shame and guilt. :(((

Darlin’ asking if he’s okay too, even if Sam doesn’t think he deserves to be asked that. Which he absolutely does.

I’m glad Sam acknowledges why he was asked to be in the room with Quinn and not them. I’M SO GLAD he reassures Darlin’ that no matter what games Quinn played to try to drive a wedge between them, no matter what stories or secrets he could reveal. Nothing changes between them, if anything it only makes them both stronger. Their love deeper.

“...and how I feel about you is that you are my ABSOLUTE Priority. Always.” Yeah i’m SOBBING.

SAM SAYING HE’S SO PROUD OF THEM. HOW THEY FOUGHT FOR THEMSELF TO GET OUT, FOR THEIR FRIEND, FOR THE JUSTICE THAT NEEDED TO BE DONE. They are not Lesser for the things that happened to them, and they are So incredibly Brave.

THEIR HUG !!! Sam reassuring them that they can feel, let themselves cry and grieve. Promising that they aren’t stupid for showing it, and never will be. They’ve been so Strong, and will continue to be, even as they cry right now.

Sam i LOVE you !!!!!!! Saying it’s okay to ask for things so intimately, even of that nature. They’re not gross for enjoying or wanting things like that. It’s not their fault that the trust they put into him was ruined. And even if Sam can’t provide that for them yet, it’s not their fault. He just needs time, which is nothing to be ashamed of either. When they’re both good and ready, they’ll explore that together.

Sam is So Good to Darlin’. Comforting them. Being angry for, and with them. Doing everything in his power to remind them that they’re safe. He’s a safe place for them to land. He’ll support them no matter what. He loves them no matter what. These two mean so much to me. I am falling to my knees.

THE PHONECALL. I KNEW HE WAS HIDING SOMETHING. Sam so devastated that it was a ploy :’( , but at least the victim’s family got closure. Thankfully there was Indisputable evidence to put the nail in the coffin !!! GET HIS ASS !!!!!! WILLIAM AND DAVID POWER TEAM TO GET THIS BITCH GONE FOR GOOD !!!!!! VAMPIRE LAWS !!!!! DARLIN’ GETS TO BE IN THE FUCKING RAGE CAGE LETS GOOO !!!! JUSTICE !!!!!!! I can FEEL the fire reigniting in Darlin’. And Sam. Quinn will get what’s coming for him.

They’ve been so brave and patient this Entire time. They deserve to go NUTS.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted spoilers #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted david #Moon's Thoughts #I ran as SOON as my dnd session was over... i had to listen ASAP.#erik once again i am in AWE.

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moondragon618 · 11 months

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hello!! if you’re still doing that ask game, could I request #3? “I’ll hate you until the day I die.” “Good, you’re still thinking about me.”

and perhaps during the disc finale? 👉👈 thank u so much!! your writing is so good <3

Lol you have given me the perfect opportunity to kill c!Tubbo for angst so I guess I have my very own "Dream kills Tubbo before backup arrives" fic now :)

Anyway here you go I'm very happy with how this one turned out <3

Warnings for Major Character Death (as you might have guessed lol), murder, abuse, blood, and obsessive + possessive behavior.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry p-please don't l-leave me I'm sorry-" Tommy wails desperately as he clings to Tubbo, uncaring of the blood that stains his hands and his shirt red and pools over the blackstone floor. "F-fuck, I'm s-so sorry-"

But it's too late. He's already gone, having bled out from the brutal axe wound in his chest. At least it didn't take long.

"Please, please n-no- please I need you-" he sobs between wheezing breaths, grief tearing him apart from the inside- like his heart is being slowly ripped out, leaving only emptiness behind-

Then he hears a chuckle behind him, dripping with twisted amusement-

"Aww, don't cry, my little hero. It'll all be okay, I promise."

That voice- that fucking voice, smooth and teasing and inhumanly casual, like this is all just a fucking game to him, like he didn't just kill Tubbo-

Tommy just shudders and clings tighter to Tubbo, trying to block it out, shoving away memories of withers and TNT and Wilbur that always creep up on him when he hears that nickname.

"Tommy, c'mon now, don't just ignore me," Dream says, uncomfortably close, and then Tommy feels a gentle hand in his hair-

"NO! Don't-" he shouts, jerking away from Dream's hand, breathing shallow and rapid- "D-don't fucking touch me- G-get away!"

He can hear Dream chuckle in amusement again, the sound both sending a chill down his spine and sparking a feeling of anger in him.

"Oh, don't be like that, Tommy. I did this for you, y'know?"

"F-fuck you," Tommy chokes out, a raw unbridled rage like he's never felt before building up in him. "Fuck you fuck you you- Y-you fucking killed him!"

"And who was the one who dragged him here, Tommy?" Dream asks, right next to his ear this time, like he's leaning over his shoulder. "You know, I wouldn't have even needed to do any of this If you had just stayed in your exile, little hero."

"S-shut up, shut up-" Tommy growls, his voice shaking and a feeling of guilt creeping in as he looks down at his hands, stained with blood from a hopeless attempt to slow the bleeding. "You killed him Dream! You did!"

But it's true, this all happened because of him, he could have just come here alone-

"Tommy, why do you even care so much? Do you think Tubbo really cared about you?" Dream says, with the slightest hint of irritation in his tone, although Tommy can still hear that stupid fucking grin in his voice. "Y'know, he's the one who exiled you, remember? And who was the only one who visited you nearly every single day? Not him, that's for sure."

"Fuck off, Dream! You fucking forced him to do that!" Tommy protests, finally tearing himself away from his dead best friend and turning around to face Dream, giving him the deadliest, most hate filled glare he can manage, bloodied hands trembling and clenched into fists.

The green bastard has his mask off now, revealing that deranged fucking grin of his, but the first thing Tommy notices is his eyes- they're glowing, bright, unnatural green, unlike the forest green he got used to in exile.

What the fuck?

"Oh, did I? Are you sure it wasn't you who forced him into that situation?" Dream taunts, his grin growing wider. "And tell me, Tommy, who was the only one who visited you nearly every day in exile? Who was your only real friend when everyone else abandoned you?"

"You're not my fucking friend, Dream! You never were!" Tommy yells, shaking and wheezing with rage, putting every ounce of loathing he has into his words. "I fucking hate you! I hate you! I'll hate you until the day I die!"

"Oh, good. You're still thinking about me then, aren't you?" Dream says, his eerily glowing eyes lighting up with excitement. "But I think we both know you don't really hate me, Tommy. Because you need me, don't you?"

"F-fuck off Dream, I don't fucking need you!" Tommy protests, shuddering as a cold chill creeps up his spine.

"Oh, but Tommy," Dream chuckles, grinning widely. "What if I told you that I can bring Tubbo back?"

Tommy freezes, all of his anger leaving him at once, leaving only an empty numbness.

"W-what..." he says with a shaky breath, trying to process what he's just heard. "No, no you- you're fucking lying!"

He has to be lying. Obviously Dream is just trying to fuck with him to get what he wants, right?

"I'm not lying, Tommy," Dream says, his tone slowly becoming more and more mocking. "But even if I was, what other option do you have besides trusting me? You wouldn't give up on your 'best friend', would you?"

"F-fuck you, fuck y-you-" Tommy curses, a sudden wave of desperation hitting him as he realizes what's happening. "B-bring him back right fucking now, Dream! If you can do it, then fucking do it!"

He's right, he's right, Dream knows him so fucking well-

"Oh, but where's the fun in that, Tommy?" Dream chuckles in amusement, gleefully taunting him with how much power he has. "I think I'd rather not lose this leverage I've just gotten, you know?"

Tommy lets out a sob suddenly as it all becomes too much, tears running down his face again.

"F-fuck y-you, I h-hate you, I-" he whimpers, grief overtaking him again, he just wants his best friend back-

And then he feels arms around him, pulling him into a hug, and he can't even bring himself to resist-

"Shhh, it's okay, Tommy. I'm still here for you, y'know?" Dream says, his voice soft and gentle as he starts carding his fingers through Tommy's hair. "I've got you."

Tommy just sobs and desperately clings to Dream, seeking out any comfort he can get- he can't do this anymore, he can't-

Dream just continues to comfort him, just like he always did in exile, just like he did at the beach party, because Dream is his friend Dream cares about him-

And then, distantly, he's aware of the sound of the Nether portal activating.

"Oh, Tommy, it looks like your backup is finally here," Dream says quietly, amusement in his tone. And then he hears another voice from the direction of the portal-

"I'm sorry, Dream. But you should have paid me more."

#my writing #ask #mumza-superiority #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #c!dream #c!primeboys #c!discduo #tw abuse #tw blood #tw death #tw murder #tw obsessive behavior #tw possessive behavior

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as to not taint the humor of the millipede post, i say this separately and as its own sort of weird entry thing; today was not all that nice. if you somehow wish to read emotional ramblings then feel free below i suppose. this will all probably be very embarrassing & stupid & gone at a certain point

at first, it seemed to be fine; by all accounts, i felt normal. i was happy, content, neutral, what have you. near the end of first period, i felt a sudden and all encompassing sort of emotional pain which is hard to explain besides a knife in ones gut. i try to shrug it off, go back to normal; i listen to instructions of my teacher before i ask to sit outside. i proceed to bawl my eyes out silently.

and you may ask, WHY? and i ask the exact same thing! i have no clue why i suddenly break down like this, but i do, and its heavy and uncomfortable. i sob out of both guilt and intense emotions unable to be placed anywhere definitively. i sob because i don’t know what else to do, as trying to hold my emotions in has seemingly only made me sick thus far in the day.

i continue to cry for an uncomfortable amount of time i won’t disclose. a teacher who i enjoy greatly sits beside me in the hall; without even having to say the words aloud, i answer him. i talk quietly of things i remember and talk of how upset i feel; not mad upset, but sad upset. he seems confused on what too much of something would be. ive been wondering this for months. he asks if it was possibly seen as something more intimate. i say this could be likely and i feel far worse; i feel awful, actually. he runs off because hes a busy man. i think about our conversation and i feel overwhelmingly distressed. i feel sick. i feel as if ive ruined everything by accidentally implying something different then what i may mean. i dont enjoy the vague way certain events occur. i hate being vague, i hate not being able to read between the lines of things; vagueness scares me to a point of distress and acute worry, which is probably hypocritical.

i have to resort to one of the stupidest things ive imagined in a long time in order to not feel the overwhelming & all encompassing feeling of wanting to [REDACTED]; imagining myself as stanley from the stanley parable and being lectured about how this action would quote make the timeline collapse in on itself or quote ruin the game by the narrator. i can imagine his voice clearly in my mind saying STANLEY, YOU CAN’T SELF-IMMOLATE STANLEY, THAT WOULD RUIN EVERYTHING WE WORKED FOR! something stupid like that. its odd that it helped.

i was fine, although i then proceeded to not be fine. got asked if i was okay. answered truthfully and said no. an acquaintance prompted me to talk about it with her, then simply.. left. had to find the girl she enjoys being with. she said she would find me later and talk about it; i really didn’t want to talk about it. i moved to put on my headphones then realized it was stupid & was already on the verge of tears again at simply the discussion from before & feeling like a circus animal being heavily scrutinized and laughed at under intense gaze. i get to class but i am overwhelmingly unable to do anything but cry.

i get to go to the library, but at the detriment to my friends. i text one and tell her i won’t be at lunch as im dealing with emotional distress and don’t want to quote, be a debbie downer. i am saddened at my actions; i wish i would’ve just went and talked with them, but i also don’t wish that i did because i hate distressing those i care about. i didn’t want to put more on my friends plates. i’d deal with it myself

of course, nothing is ever sound & calm for long; the area which i feel comfortable crying in is overtaken and i move uncomfortably. i am asked if im okay. i lie blatantly to a girl ive known as an acquaintance for years. i feel bad for lying; i don’t want her to worry about me. it wasn’t important, anyway. eventually i regain my composure and get back to class. it ends and i move on; as per usual, my mood fluctuates and i soon find myself worried sick and leaving her classroom.

i stay after although i know the chess club is cancelled for this week. i don’t like the change. its not as if im mad at the change, i just so desperately wanted to believe the days i dealt with before actually still accumulated to something i enjoyed. now the one thing i enjoy is off to not occur for next week, either; giving me very little to look forward to, if anything

i sit in the airlock. i write in my notebook a list of things someone would do before self-immolation. hypothetically, of course. maybe four or five things on it are actually things one would care about. one is to play a DLC, another is to finish a novel; one is to stay in order to see the cicadas arrive & to visit the cemetery in the spring like someone (fine, me!) mentioned weeks back that i wanted to do. its uncomfortable how the novel i enjoyed dearly was not one of the important things on the list.

it takes quite a lot to kill me, i think. kind of like a tick.

i’ll be fine; i always am. i think ive gotten better. im slowly feeling more and more sane again, although the stress puke is still prevalent. as ive lived on, its gone down to a point where i just gag; don’t puke. i enjoy documenting when i do feel things like this, strangely enough. having an archive of my life makes me feel sane. its also interesting to look back on.

thanks if you read this somehow, even after the warning of how stupid it would be. i appreciate you, hypothetical reader. i enjoy your hypothetical quiet company

#cybers tangents

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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Betrayal (2)

Part 1

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)

Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC

Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Smut. Cheating.

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North's girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas' cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in. I'm gradually removing people from my tag lists who do not interact.

I don't normally write about cheating as it's just not something I particularly feel comfortable with, but I really wanted to write something with these two in this situation, so I hope that this came out well.

The character of Amy Holland is from all of my Spooks fics with Lucas.

It had happened again.

Amy woke to see Raymond lying next to her, facing her, but with his eyes closed, still asleep.

She remembered when he had come, over her, dominating her. He whispered that he loved her, and then that whisper turned into a loud groan. Everything was caught up then in that moment as he let his climax wash over him. Even as he lay beside her afterwards, he nuzzled her neck and then kissed down her chest, exhaling loudly, savouring that little time he had with her.

Amy got out of bed and wandered into her kitchen, flicking on the kettle. On the way and she had pulled out an old pair of pyjamas from her laundry pile, and put them on quickly.

Shame racked her again. It felt like poison seeping through her veins into every single crevice of her body, gnawing and whispering, reminding her of how much of a bitch she was. Getting caught up in the moment seemed to be becoming quite the recurrent theme for Amy.

At the dining room table and Amy sat with her first cup of tea of the day and sobbed. The right thing, of course, would have been to tell Lucas. By playing this game, she was making him a fool. She was letting Raymond continue being the cruel bastard he had always been, not only hurting his cousin, but also her. However, Amy know that the sole blame didn't lie with Raymond; he was correct when had said he'd not forced her to sleep with him. All of that had been her own personal, yet stupid, choice.

"That's twice. I'd say you're getting quite attached to me now," Raymond's amused voice came.

Amy looked up, her eyes red and sore.

"Don't tell me that you're feeling guilty all of a sudden?" Raymond scoffed. He sat down opposite Amy, with a smirk on his face.

"Stop being fucking cruel," Amy hissed.

"I never forced you to sleep with me," Raymond replied, leaning in. He said it again, highlighting just how disgusting she was also being. No force on his part, so that meant she wanted it all. Everything he had done to her in the bedroom and she'd wanted it.

"Some way to show a person you love them. You're just possessive, admit it. You don't love me. If you loved me, there's no way you'd come out with half of these hateful comments."

"I'm being the realist here, Amy. There's something between us. There always has been since we first met, and you're too full of guilt to see that. I satisfy you, physically."

Tears carried on falling down Amy's cheeks as she realised that all the words he was speaking were true. There was a force between her and Raymond; it was powerful, immovable. He had a dark edge to him that attracted her, beckoning out her own repressed dark side.

Raymond got up and walked behind Amy, like a predator circling prey. He reached out, his hands drifting down her arms. His fingertips ever so gently brushed her forearms. He positioned his head at her neck, his breath wafting against her.

"Stop it," she whispered.

"You feel it?" Raymond asked. He closed his eyes and drew in her scent. "You feel that between us?"

"Please, stop it," Amy begged.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm recognising what's there."

Amy's self control snapped and she whipped her head around, catching his lips against his. Their kiss was hard, possessive.

Raymond shoved Amy against the table, his lips still locked against hers. He picked her up, positioning her on the table and dragged her pyjama bottoms down.

Everything was happening so fast. Amy didn't have time to breathe. Raymond was on top of her, his breath all over her. Then she felt him force her legs apart and position the tip of his erection next to her.

Raymond let the lust take control and he began moving, pushing himself completely inside her. He stopped for a second, holding her body on the table. Then he withdrew, almost completely, but not quite. Then he slammed into her.

Amy cried out in both shock and pleasure. While pinned to the table, she felt nothing but wave upon wave of intense heat mounting in the very base of her gut. Every time Raymond slammed back into her and the wave got higher.

With each thrust, there was the slapping of skin. Groans filled the kitchen, along with pants and exhales.

Raymond continued slamming into her, over and over, grunting as he did.

Finally, Amy came. White light burst before her eyes, shockwaves racked through her and she shook from her very core. She called out his name as the climax took her upward, soaring on the height of pleasure.

Then it was Raymond's turn. He moaned against her neck, pushing in hard one last time where he stayed, letting that last wave wash over him like a tsunami. He gripped her tight, allowing every last drop of his seed to fill her.

"I love you," he whispered. "Don't lie and tell me you didn't feel something there." He was panting now, and for a second, remained still on top of her.

Amy knew full well that there was something between them both. On instinct, without consciously realising, she kissed his head.

Raymond smiled to himself, trying to recollect the last time a woman had held him after sex like this. Never. It was because he had never allowed himself to be held. There had never been a woman that he felt any deep connection with, in such a manner as this. Amy was all he thought about. She consumed him.

A few seconds later and they both parted. Amy dashed to the toilet and sat on it for a few minutes, staring at the wall. What was she doing? Just to ease an itch and find some physical gratification, she was risking her whole relationship with Lucas, who had been her support and happiness the last six months. She was risking that for a selfish bastard who never saw beyond his own wants and greed.

Raymond maintained that he loved her; he'd told her at least three times now since the evening previous. But how could he love her and continue to treat her and Lucas in the way he was?

Should she come clean to Lucas and explain just how devious his cousin really was? Surely it'd mean losing him. The first time that Amy had slept with Raymond, letting the tide of lust wash her away, and she was certain she had lost Lucas.

Once Amy had emerged from the toilet and gone back to the kitchen, she remained in the doorway. She watched Raymond from behind as he prepared two fresh mugs of tea. Just another kind gesture to benefit him. Amy doubted that any of Raymond's kinder gestures were ever purely altruism. There was always a reason he did the things he did. A pay off was waiting at the end.

Amy disappeared back out of the kitchen and walked into her bedroom, grabbing her phone from the bedside table.

Good morning, angel. Hope you got home safe. I love you.

Her whole body turned into a deadweight and the phone slipped from Amy's grasp. How could she do this to him?

"Lucas texting you?" Raymond asked, coming into the room with two mugs of tea.

Amy sniffed away tears. "Maybe." Then she spun around on the bed and glared at Raymond. "You're really fucking enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I'm enjoying this no more than you are," Raymond replied. There was a cold edge to his tone. Amy had expected him to blow up at those words, but instead he had remained calm.

"We need to stop this."

"I told you. You tell him or I will."

"Do you really expect me to fall into your arms after the way you're treating me?"

"I get what I want, Aim. And right now there's only Lucas standing in my way."

"I'm sure I get a say in this as well," Amy growled.

Raymond merely smirked and looked down at Amy who was sitting on the bed before him. He towered over her and reached his hand to her cheek and cupped it. As always, he felt that shiver beneath his touch and watched her close her eyes. "Your reactions, Aim. You don't see yourself."

Amy bolted to her feet, shoving him away. "Leave, Raymond. I'll tell Lucas, and I'll also tell him how much of a backstabbing, devious bastard you are."

"There were two of us in bed last night, two of us on that table this morning. Admit to him what you've done and the fact you can't keep your hands off me," Raymond scathed.

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