#his voice when he gets mad. and hjs fucking EYE
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#watching hazbin hotel again and mmmmmmmm#vox. i need him#his voice when he gets mad. and hjs fucking EYE#ugh. i need that man inside me#i need him to rail me#there are so many fictional men who could do ANYTHING to me if they were real#hes is very much one of them
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3:42 pm (hjs)
genre: timestamp, mafia au, smut — MDNI!
warnings: gender-neutral reader, established relationship, pet names, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), deep throat/throat fucking, cum eating, mafia boss jisung, mentions of blood and injuries (cuts, bruises, scars from old wounds), possessive jisung, degrading, finger sucking, mention of a knife.
words: 1.3k ~ (1,371)
a/n: blame the anon that told me to write something for suit and glasses wearing jisung. not like i was delulu enough from watching the suit dance practise, lmaoo
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his body trembling. cold sweat coating his skin as the white shirt sticks to his chest, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing a distinct snake tattoo–a tattoo that everyone knows.
his face and knuckles bloody and bruised. a swollen lip and cut to the eyebrow. a few knife cuts on his arms where the perpetrator has tried to defend themselves from jisung pinning them down.
“ji–” you beg only to be met with silence. he's terrifying when he's like this. silence is more deadlier to you because you don't know how he is feeling or what he is thinking.
short, sharp pushes to your shoulder blade from behind causes you to stumble through his home. his breathing is laboured, his hair unkempt with the ends coated in blood and sweat.
he pushes you to his office, slamming the door behind him as you stumble against his desk. he stares at you, jaw and fists clenching.
“ji..” you whisper. he walks to you, slowly. his hands shaking with adrenaline as tears threaten to spill from his lower lash line.
“what have i told you, yn? hm?!” his voice bellowing throughout the office. you flinch a little as you shake, tears filling your eyes.
“i-i'm sorry, ji. i'm so so sorry!”
“i told you not to go outside without a body guard! do you know what could've happened to you?! do you even know how fucking dangerous it is, huh?!” you shake your head no slowly.
with shaky hands, jisung pushes his glasses up his nose, the glass lens cracked from the earlier impact. he grabs your shoulders, squeezing them harshly. his face close to yours and that's when you see it.
he's not mad at you. he's scared. the tough, mafia boss that you and everyone else knows, is scared. tears spilling down his cheek, his eyes holding nothing but fear. his brows furrowed together as his face holding nothing but angst.
his body is trembling, hands squeezing your shoulders as if he is terrified of losing you.
“sungie..” you shakily whisper, reaching up and placing your hand on his cheek gently. the tough, dominant demeaner that you and everyone else is so used to, crumbling in an instance. he whimpers, letting out a long and shaky breathe that he has been holding for god knows how long.
he leans into the palm of your hand, his grip on your shoulders loosening up.
“i can't yn.. i can't lose you. i love you and you being out alone, is so fucking dangerous. you could get kidnapped or worse! so many people want to watch me crash and burn. they want to destroy everything i have and everything i love; you included!”
“i know, i know.. i'm so so sorry. i just wanted to do something for you. cook you a meal and just have a night with you. i wasn't thinking.. i'm so sorry..” you sob, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“my darling. don't cry. i understand and i'm sorry if i scared you.”
“i think you scared the whole neighbourhood to be honest, ji. you fucked that gang up real good.”
jisung laughs softly, his cheeks turning red. he holds your waist gently, pulling you flush to his body.
“no one fucks with you, not while i'm around.”
“han jisung.” you giggle, playing with the button of his shirt. “you're so sexy when you're possessive.”
“oh yeah?” he smirks. you hum and giggle before moaning suddenly as he leans in, kissing you with such force and hunger. his hands sliding down your body, cupping your ass.
saliva mixes together. tongues caressing and tangling in a fight for dominance. pants being exchanged between the two of you as you both hastily rip and shred each others clothing off.
you both pull away for a spilt second, your eyes scanning every detail of jisung's chest and torso. tattoos and old wound scars decorate his soft skin with a happy trail sitting below his belly button.
“fuck..” you groan, automatically falling to your knees. you fumble with his belt, saying fuck it and leaving it when you become too impatient. jisung watches you, watches you pull his zipper down and fish his erection out.
your lips are automatically wrapped around his cock in an instance, head bobbing as you suck. you close your eyes, hands on his firm thighs as jisung holds the side of your head.
“h-holy fuck, yn.” he pants. his glass slowly slipping down the bridge of his nose as he stares at you. he watches his veiny cock disappearing into your mouth and down your throat, his tip nudging and rubbing the back.
your tongue is flat to stroke the underside, the corner of your lips stretching and burning as you struggle to breathe. without warning, jisung bucks his hips thrusting at a fast pace. your eyes widen as you look up at him through your lashes to be met with a hungry man.
he pushes your head further onto his cock so the tip of your nose bumps against his pubic area. your gag reflex activates, saliva pooling and spilling down your chin as tears slide down your cheeks.
you grip onto jisung's thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his suit pants and his skin. the sound of his breathy and whorish moans echoing in your ears.
“i want to fucking ruin you, punish you for what you've done today.” he groans. you tremble with pleasure, mind filled with nothing but thoughts of wanting jisung to bend you over his desk and penetrate you, fill you up to the hilt and use you for his own satisfaction.
jisung's fingers tangle and tug at your roots, saliva and tears stain your pretty face. knees sore from the wood floor, throat burning from the abuse of jisung's cock–you wouldn't have it any other way though.
“you're going to be good for me and take it all. isn't that right yn?” jisung smirks. all you can do is hum around him. “good. i like it when you behave.”
a couple more thrusts later and his hips still. a string of strangled moans and throaty groans leave his lips as his cum shots down your throat. you have no option but to swallow it all, mainly because you want to please your lover.
he pulls out of your mouth with a pop, kneeling down and forcing his two fingers past your lips. he massages your tongue, stroking the inside of your cheeks as you suckle on him. his greedy eyes focusing on you as you grip onto his wrists and whimper.
“you're so good to me, yn. but i can't let what happened go, you know that better than anyone else.” he coos in a mocking tone. he pushes his hair back, revealing his sweat coated forehead before pushing his broke glasses up his nose again.
“up.” he commands. you oblige, stumbling up onto your feet as jisung follows suit. “strip and turn around. legs parted, hands on the desk.”
you nod once, not having to be told twice. you hastily remove the rest of your clothing, doing as jisung instructed. you part your legs as you hear the metal of a belt buckle being fumbled and pants being dragged down his legs.
he situates himself behind you, one hand on his cock, one hand on your hip. you hold your breath, anticipating his next move. you feel the tip of his cock tease and rub your entrance.
“i know you want his, yn. i know you're a cock hungry whore. why don't you be good for me and beg.”
“fuck.. please ji. please, i'm sorry about today and it won't ever happen again. i swear down!” you shakily beg.
“what are you again?” he leans down, chest onto your back. you look behind you from over your shoulder, his face dangerously close to yours.
“a cock hungry whore.” you whisper. jisung hums and grins in satisfaction, watching the way your eyes widen and an empty moan leave your parted lips as he penetrates you suddenly, pushing his cock inside until he is at the hilt.
“that's correct and don't you dare forget who you belong to, yn.”
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We’re Back…
“Like hell I’m just going to sit around and let you handle it,” Minji sneered at Jaebeom across the table. Her usual sweet and comforting voice dripped with malice. She threw a crumpled note to her friend and leaned on his desk. “You didn’t handle it then! I can’t this happen again. Not with her.”
Tag Minzy- Youre it.
Im coming for what’s mine -HJ
Jaebeom couldn’t be upset with her. For months she had been getting letters from Hanjae, her living nightmare. JB held his hand to steady Wonho from approaching the angry woman. “I get you’re mad but Min… You have to let me do this. I know he’s working with Choi now. He reached out to my father. We just need-”
Her frustrated cry cut off the older man. “Need to what? He humiliated you last time! Your brother got shot! Hongjoong almost lost his eye! Fuck, Jaebeom- Taeyong almost died on the kitchen table.” She pointed an accusatory finger at each man in the room. “Did you forget what happened to Lisa?” Her eyes searched the room but felt relief knowing her young friend wasn’t around for this meeting.
“ENOUGH!” JB’s voice boomed through the room. Everyone but Minji took a step back and recoiled. “Everyone out, except you, Dr. Gong.” One by one they all left the two alone.
Even after an hour of being locked up alone and Changkyun’s best efforts to listen at the door… No one knew what happened behind the door. All they can agree on is a few windows rattled when Mingi left the office, slamming the door behind her.
Minji signed a note and folded it quickly before tucking inside Yoona’s little back pack. “Ok, baby. Be good for Auntie Em ok? I promise I’ll see you soon.” She stole a kiss from the little girl as Chanyeol carried her off. Having purposely let the girl skip nap time, Minji knew that she would be sleeping before she arrived. “Bye baby,” she whispered, swiping her tears away.
One down… two to go. With Yoona away, she needed to get the others out of the house. She knew that she couldn’t keep Lisa out of this but at least Mina and Sunmi could be sent out… with a little persuasion.
“I’m not playing doctor with anyone,” Sunmi protested as she looked through the ‘care package’ Mina held. “I don’t care how cute they are!”
Mina laughed and pulled her friend from the house. “Stop! I know you missed him. Maybe he missed us… or you.” She swung the bag to her friend and grabbed the tray of cookies and brownies, making sure to grab the one marked ‘For Jake’. “Min, are you sure you can’t come?”
“No, sorry,” Minji kept the answer short. “They’ve been through a lot and just need an extra hand. Since Lisa has to go… just make sure Kyun is ok while she’s gone. Tell the boys I send my love.” She kissed her friend on the cheek and sent them on their way.
“What do you mean he isn’t here?” Jaebeom asked looking for Chanyeol. “Where is he?” He didn’t need to ask more when he saw the satisfied look Minji had on her face. “Seriously? You did this didn’t you?” His question only answered with a shrug.
“Is this going to take long? I have more important things to do,” Lisa whined and grabbed Jungkook as she walked from the house and tothe third of the four identical waiting cars.
Wonho sighed heavily as he tried to usher Changkyun out. “Your dad doesn’t pay me to babysit you. Get the fuck out of here,” he barked at the middle sibling. The second car waiting for them.
To everyone’s surprise, Hanse and Gyu were the most cooperative pair. It was almost unsettling. The last car designated for them.
“I’ll be waiting. We need to make this as smooth as possible. I can’t miss this,” Hongjoong warns JB. He kisses Minji on the cheek and leans against the first car patiently.
JB looked around the oddly empty house and faced Minji. “You don’t trust me? Touché. Taeyong will be here soon… you can’t stop that. Hyunjin will stay with you until we get back since you won’t listen to me.”
“I’m counting on it. I just need to see where his loyalty lies. Good luck JB,” Minji hugs him tightly. “It’s been an honor knowing you as a friend and boss.”
“I don’t know what you’re doing Minji… Just be careful. You’re playing with fire and we both know this isn’t going to end well,” JB said from the door. He wasn’t able to look back at his friend.
Minji stood outside with Hyunjin and watched the four cars leave with her friends. She looked up and down the street for the pair of lights that brought Taeyong with them. “Game on,” she whispered as the crumpled note fell from her hands.
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(yes I already posted this yesterday but I deleted it, unintentionally 🙃)
Welcome to another episode of me overanalyzing side-characters !
I'll explain why I consider this scene to be one of the most fucked up moments of the show (wwdits shitty meta) :
(the scene lasts 1min 45)
TW : Child abuse ¦
(I probably extrapolated, it's just my personal interpretation)
So in short, Colin stole Sean's car, the man is not upset with the teenager, actually it's Laszlo who is really mad because it could have seriously pissed off his best friend; Sean initially sides with Colin.
S : "Look, uh, we all make mistakes. It's no big deal - Listen, he was just taking it for a little joyride."
So Sean is aware that it was basic teenagers' bullshit and isn't particularly upset about it. Guillermo prompts Colin to speak up.
As Colin starts to vent, Laszlo interrupts him, even insulting him, Sean tries to step in to calm the tension.
C : "You can't tell me why I grew a foot and a half overnight like a human radish."
L : "Listen, you ungrateful f*ck, you're giving me the pip."
S : "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
[...]
S : "Guys, guys, guys."
L : "All right, you cheeky f*ck." (to Colin)
S : "Things are getting a little too heated in here."
[...]
S : Okay, listen, my dad and I used to fight like this all the time ! And nothing good came from it ! You understand me ?
This exact moment particularly struck me.
The acting was so good, the emotions so sincere that the first time I saw this scene I had to pause it (because I felt really uncomfortable)
For me, it was 'young Seanie' who expressed himself here, not the adult man, look and tell me if it was not a fucking cry of distress from his "young self", he raised his voice when it was not necessary, like a child about to have a tantrum.
And for me the best detail of this scene : while Sean explains what solution he proposes for "settling differences" between Colin and Laszlo, just behind him, on the top of his shoulder, there is the head of the Devil Jersey, as if the demon on his shoulder whispered (bad) advice to him :
S : "Now, I'm gonna count down from three. When I say go, start swinging."
G : "Wait, what ?"
S : "First one to tap out, other one's head of the household."
Then he encourages Colin to make eye contact when he is clearly uncomfortable, the only one at ease is Laszlo.
Why force him to do eye contact ? So that Colin can see himself being punched in the face in high definition, wtf Sean
Laszlo was ready to hit Colin at that moment.
Only Guillermo reacted with GOOD SENSE ! And we are talking about one of the most unhinged characters of the show, even for him it was too much.
Since when ??! you encourage your best friend to beat up his "son" (as a parental figure), how messed up is that ?
And while Guillermo is holding them back on this shit, Sean exclaims "C'mon !" as if he's disappointed that it didn't happen.
Now we can ask ourselves why Sean would encourage his best friend to do something as stupid as hitting his child; I personally think it's because Sean has only developed unhealthy coping mechanisms (alcoholism, gambling)
It is implicitly nuanced that Sean was beaten up by his father on a regular basis, and probably in the face (no wonder he resisted to the brain scramblies, it was already pudding before/hj)
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Let's face it, Colin would never have had time to react if Laszlo had decided to hit him.
I think that at this point, Sean wanted to be a spectator, he wanted to revisit unconsciously the violence that he himself had suffered when he was younger but this time from an external point of view.
After all Laszlo loves Colin Robinson deeply, and it is even Sean who reassured Colin about that during the Pine Barrens episode.
S : You know, you're lucky to have a guy like Lasz - taking care of you.
C : I guess. Sometimes I think that Lazzo doesn't like me so much.
S : Are you kidding me ? He loves you.
So if Sean saw Laszlo beating his son in front of his eyes, maybe he would have had the confirmation that his own father loved him, that his father beat him, but that it was a 'sign of love' in the end.
Sean never learn to communicate properly (hence the dysfunctional marriage with his wife) and when he had to argue with his father, it ended in violence (with fists)
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Sean was forced at a very young age to take on a role that he wasn't supposed to be, in this case the fight that was supposed to take place between Colin and Laszlo was to determine who would be "head of the household."
Colin here is a teenager, he should not have all the responsibilities expected of an adult, but it seems that Sean at the same age had to undergo it (he wasn't allowed to watch PBS, at 14 he killed his first deer (let him jerk off instead of forcing him to hunt srs 😭) , Sean seems to have never experienced a childhood that a 14yo is supposed to have.
At a minimum he had the decency to say "First one to tap out" indicating that if Colin gave up and didn't want to fight anymore, he at least had a way out. I doubt Sean had that same chance, and I think he must have been knocked out many times.
Sean's response to problems is usually to give up or violence (e.g. when he threatens Guillermo "to ream him" after he thought he made a homophobic remark)
Sean is deep down emotional but has never been able to express his emotions in a healthy way, seeing Lasz's love and attachment to teen Colin, he saw before his eyes what he missed during his childhood to build himself psychologically.
In reality, he is not inclined to violence, he even hoped that Baby Colin would only be violent towards walls :
The only times Sean almost cried were when he offered the Jade necklace to his wife :
[...] talking about his favorite movie series which is probably the only valid excuse he has for crying as a 'real masculine man yk', not supposed to be fragile or to show emotions :
He was a neglected and abused child and I think that during this scene he almost indirectly succeeded in repeating the cycle of abuse he suffered from, but by projection this time.
So I just wonder, if Colin had been knocked out by Laszlo (without having the time to "tap out"), how Sean would have reacted afterwards.
Seeing with an outside eye himself (teen Colin) lying on the ground.
Would he have been angry at Laszlo, at himself, at Teen Colin for not being strong enough ?
I leave you with his thoughts :)
Conclusion : get Sean a fucking therapy.
#tw child abuse#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#wwdits meta#wwdits analysis#sean rinaldi#wwdits sean#laszlo cravensworth#wwdits laszlo#baby colin robinson#teen colin robinson#kztpost
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𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈
[ PAIRINGS ] Eren x f!reader, Grisha x f!reader, Zeke x f!reader
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] My magnum opus /hj. Shout out to my dear friend Mica because I couldn't have written this fic without their support and guidance. And shout out to @strawberrystepmom because this fic is what brought us together lmaoooooo.
[ SYNOPSIS ] Disillusioned by your current church, you find yourself drawn to a charismatic televangelist and his seemingly pious sons.
[ WORD COUNT ] 14.6k
[ CONTENT ] DARK CONTENT, tall-coded reader, sacrilege, incest (between Eren and Zeke), age gap (Grisha’s in his late 40s, y/n is in her 20s), masturbation, cucking, threesome, voyeurism, drugs (weed), dubcon (power imbalance, pastor x parishioner), degradation (during sex and just in general), angst, manipulation, creampie, thick Yeager dick, humiliation, y/n gets called “sister” while getting fucked but it’s in a religious sense, religious trauma, disturbing biblical imagery (violence), cigarettes (Zeke), biting, hair pulling, impact play (slapping), oral sex (m + f receiving), cum play, panty sniffing, spit play, blood (not in a sexy way), these men are strong and can manhandle/lift you with ease.
And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the birds that fly in the midst of heaven…
The early vestiges of a Sunday morning didn’t inspire deep thinking or any form of reflection. It was a time to be brain dead, to indulge in the death rattle of public access television. You witnessed a zookeeper getting bit by a garter snake on a children’s program, families attending therapy while honing their dancing skills, deadly go-kart races, and a man demonstrating the superabsorbent qualities of chamois cloths.
It was welcomed. You needed to be numbed before meandering to the megachurch. Sermons were easier to suffer through if you were vaguely dissociative, your eyes glazing over as the exploiter behind the altar repeated his chicanery.
Salvation had to be earned. Consumption was godly. Wealth was bestowed to only the most pious of people. Sinners lived impoverished lives. They didn’t work hard enough. Your inability to line the pastor’s pockets proved you didn’t believe hard enough.
You weren’t sure if you called yourself a believer anymore. Church didn’t inspire you. It was just an unexciting compulsion. It signified the start of the week, the sun overtaking the hills. Nothing more, nothing less.
You don’t know what possessed you to tune in for Service For Shut-Ins that morning. Usually you knew to turn off the TV when twilight began to brew. But for whatever reason the show called out to you.
It likely had something to do with the emerald-eyed man on the television shouting, “Hey, you! Yeah, you!”
You were immediately transfixed. His chocolate brown hair was piled on top of his head in a messy bun, tendrils of hair haphazardly framing his face. His olive skin was sun kissed. He wore a crisp white button-down tucked into a pair of black straight leg trousers. His outfit was topped off with a pair of respectable, leather suspenders of a mahogany hue. He looked more like a model than a preacher.
“I think you’ve sufficiently startled the three people that are watching this,” a gruff voice muttered from behind the camera.
“Aw. Come on, brother. There’s at least five.”
The brunette smirked and flipped through a worn bible resting on the walnut wooden pulpit. The room he stood in was sparsely decorated. The walls were stark white. A blue velvet curtain hung behind him, giving everything a rather Lynchian appearance. It was the exact opposite of the flashy amphitheater you typically worshiped in.
“Do we start? Where’s dad?” The brunette asked.
“No idea. We’re live. Start without him.”
“With my luck he’ll get mad and not talk to me for two fuckin’ days.”
“Eren!” The voice hissed.
Eren shrugged and brushed his hair out of his face. He exhaled and cracked his neck, the sound echoing through the television. Just as he went to speak, a door opened and quickly slammed shut. Solid footsteps emanated from beyond the frame.
“Glad you decided to show up,” Eren joked.
“Very funny,” a rather commanding voice replied. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.”
An older man walked into frame and shooed Eren away from the pulpit. His sleek dark hair was tucked behind his ears, much longer than the hair of your usual pastor. He was dressed exactly the same as Eren, though he looked more disheveled and unshaven.
The man stared down at his bible and smiled.
“Ah, excellent choice, Eren. The Gospel of Matthew.”
You heard the man behind the camera sigh and grumble something incomprehensible under his breath. It was pungent with annoyance. You couldn’t help but laugh.
The pastor stretched and cleared his throat. He dove right into the story of Jesus and the rich man, and how the rich man questioned Christ about how one can attain eternal life. He orated the story by heart; it was riveting. At your church the pastor relied heavily on cue cards when he was compelled to quote scripture. But this pastor passionately relayed how the rich man told Christ he followed all the commandments and was curious as to what he lacked.
“‘If you wish to be perfect, go, sell your possessions, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.’ When the young man heard this word, he went away grieving, for he had many possessions.”
He made direct eye contact with the camera.
“To some believers the rich man’s grief is understandable. But what Jesus witnessed was weakness in its purest form. A man too grounded in the luxuries of this world. It’s rather tragic, isn’t it? I can’t imagine having my self worth tethered to the things I own. If you know God, undeniably, you’d never cling to your possessions in the first place.
However, this is not to say the rich man is a lost cause. Everyone is capable of being saved, even the most disgusting and depraved of sinners. But as Jesus says, ‘It will be hard for a rich person to enter the kingdom of heaven. It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.’”
A chorus of men chanted, “Amen.”
“You,” the pastor said, pointing at the camera and leaning over the pulpit. “I can feel your discontent.” He held his hand to his heart. “I know what it’s like to witness heresy itself. I know how it can make you question your devotion. You curse God, unsure if He is worth following. I want to tell you that He is. It’s undeniably worth living in His light. I tell you, it's not God you wrestle with. It’s the used car salesmen masquerading as your brothers, shrieking in arenas filled to the brim with lost souls. You wrestle with the demons sinking their teeth into your wallet, draining it of every dollar.” His tone grew more intense by the moment. “That is not godliness! That is chicanery! These men do not shepherd their flock with kindness in their heart! They merely want to shear and bleed the sheep, to sell their wool to the highest bidder!”
The chorus of men chanted another, “Amen,” their fervor growing. The pastor’s eyes softened and he gave a small smile.
“You don’t have to weather the storm in your soul alone.”
You were aghast, mouth agape. A tear trickled from your eye down your cheek, leaving a single, salty trail. You wiped it away with the back of your hand and sniffled. How did he know? How did he know you struggled with your faith? That you attended a megachurch run by rich freaks?
No, it was just a coincidence. But a lovely one. You were changed by the pastor's words. He was what you were missing. Him and this Eren. They saved you.
You eschewed attending your old church. Service For Shut-Ins was all you needed. You hung on Pastor Grisha’s every word. Every little thing he said filled you with unspeakable joy. He was intelligent and progressive in comparison to the sermons you used to suffer through. He was also significantly more handsome than any preacher you stumbled upon.
Your hands often found themselves in your underwear, breath hitching as he rolled up his sleeves. His toned forearms could send you spiraling into the depths of lust. Under his intense gaze as he recited scripture, you pretended he could see you delving your fingers in your dripping cunt.
Shame tended to follow after you came, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were smitten.
“I need to see him,” you exhaled.
You found the address for the church on their bare bones website. When you mapped out a route you were pleased to see the church was on the outskirts of town, secluded from the secular nonsense and false prophets.
Your nerves almost got the best of you when you saw the one room church resting near the coast. It was painted black with a white door and white windowsills. It was simple, a welcome change.
“Are you here for service?”
You turned to see a tall blonde-haired man smoking a cigarette. He adjusted his glasses and took a drag. He dressed the same as Pastor Grisha and Eren though the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a hint of chest hair.
“Uh, yeah. I am. Am I… Am I allowed in?”
He chuckled.
“It’s a church, sister. Not a nightclub. Come on.” He tossed his cigarette to the side. “I’ll walk in with you.”
“Thank you. I won’t lie. I'm a little nervous.”
“Why?” He asked, smirking.
He looked so much like Pastor Grisha you wondered if they were related. The only difference being his flaxen, wavy hair and more muscular build.
“I have a complicated relationship with the Lord.”
“Don’t we all?”
He held open the door for you. You brushed up against his body and your breath hitched. Heat radiated off of him. You wanted to curl up next to him in the pews, have him be your security blanket until you got your sea legs.
“You can sit anywhere, but I don’t recommend sitting in the first row unless you want to get up close and personal with the fury that is Pastor Grisha.”
“Where do you sit?”
He patted your shoulder with his weighty hand.
“I don’t. I work the camera.”
So he was the mysterious voice you heard on occasion. You anxiously thanked him for his kindness before finding a comfortable seat in the middle of the pews. The only other people in the church were a handful of men all dressed the same: white button-down, black pants, leather suspenders. Not a single woman in the room. Suddenly you felt like even more of an outsider. A harlot considering you mostly came to gawk at a beautiful man of God. You nearly choked when he took to the pulpit, but to your dismay Eren was nowhere to be found.
Throughout the sermon you noticed the pastor’s gaze lingering on you. He seemed a little antsy, stumbling over his words, tugging at his collar. A sense of power washed over you. Never once had you seen him struggle to get through a sermon. It was charming.
Once the sermon was finished you quickly gathered yourself and headed towards the door. You caught the eye of the blonde camera operator. He latched onto your wrist as you tried to move past him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, smirking.
“I was gonna go,” you conceded. “I don’t wanna be a bother, y’know?”
“You’d hardly be a bother if you stuck around.”
His tone was flirtatious.
“I—I, uh, okay,” you stammered. “I can stick around.”
His hand snaked around your waist and he started to lead you out the door. You didn’t know what was happening, but you were pleased Zeke took the initiative to take you under his wing. He was a good Christian.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Ze—”
Before he could finish, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see Pastor Grisha smiling warmly at you.
“Zeke, I hope you're not scaring this young woman away.”
“Oh no. You caught me,” Zeke said, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Zeke let go of you and trudged off, mumbling expletives under his breath.
“He wasn’t scaring me off,” you assured the pastor.
“I’m just giving him a hard time,” he chuckled. “Though he’s not exactly the most welcoming boy around. At least not in a traditional sense.”
“He was very nice. He calmed my nerves a bit,” you said, nervously scratching the back on your scalp. “It’s my first time here.”
“I’m well aware. You’re hard to miss. What’s your name, sister?”
You told him your name and thought it was funny he bothered to tell you his, considering you knew it so well. It was a name that often fell from your lips late at night when you’d let your lusty mind wander. When he shook your hand you tried to memorize how his skin felt against yours. You didn’t know when you would be blessed with such an opportunity again.
“A lovely name for a lovely girl,” he said, squeezing your hand.
You were awestruck and ready to sign your life away to him. No one ever told you were lovely.
“Are you in a hurry?” He asked.
You shook your head.
“Would you be interested in coming to the parsonage for tea? I like to get to know my new congregants lest they not be true believers,” he said with a sharp tongue.
Your eyes widened, terrified that you might not be considered a true believer.
“I’m only kidding, lamb. Come, let’s go.”
You followed him out the door. He directed you towards a little house closer to the cliff overlooking the coast. The architecture was similar to that of the church, but it had two stories and larger windows. The pastor led you inside and you marveled at the foyer. The walls were paneled with wide, oak slats.
“How do you take your tea?” He asked warmly.
You pinched your thigh, dying to know if you were dreaming or not. Luckily you weren’t; you were very much grounded in reality. You told the pastor how you took your tea.
“My office is down the hall, first door on the left. I’ll meet you there.”
You followed his instructions, eager to show him you were an obedient parishioner. As you made your way down the hall you noticed a door cracked open. You peeked inside and saw Eren sitting on his bed, back against the wall, fiddling with something in his lap. Your skin grew hot and you wondered if he was jerking off. You hated yourself for watching, but your curious nature overpowered you.
“Aw shit,” Eren muttered. “I just ground that up.”
He got up, moving a little plate that was resting discreetly in his lap. You sighed. He was just rolling a joint.
“I said it was the first door on the left, lamb.”
You spun around and saw Pastor Grisha holding two cups of tea.
“I… I… don’t know my right from my left.”
You gritted your teeth. It was one of your shittier lies.
“It’s alright. Come, come.”
You followed him into his office and took a seat across from him. His desk was large and made out of the same wood as the paneling on the walls. You dragged your finger across the top of it. It was smooth, not even a hint of splintering.
“Did you make this?”
“I’m flattered you think I’m that handy, but no. My son did. He tends to do most of the building and upkeep around here.”
“Wow. He operates the camera and does the maintenance?”
The pastor stifled a laugh. “No, my other son. Eren.”
You took a sip of your tea. It was exactly how you liked it.
“So, what brought you here?”
“My feet. I’m kidding, uh.”
He smiled.
“I’ve been watching you guys on channel 5 for a few months. I figured it was about time I came to see you in person.”
His eyes narrowed. “To see me?”
“I mean like, you know.” You paused, your nerves getting the better of you. “I wanted to experience this in person. Your sermons.”
You felt like he was staring through you. Like he knew every lurid thought your brain dreamt up.
“I see.”
“I got sick of the church I used to go to,” you admitted.
“And which one was that?”
“Hope Springs Eternal Ministries. It’s the one tha—”
The pastor slammed his cup of tea back on the saucer.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.
“There is no need to apologize. It’s not your fault you attended the most heretical church in town.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty bad there.”
“Tell me, lamb.” He leaned over his desk. “Were you happy?”
“Obviously not,” you scoffed.
“What didn’t you like?”
“Too focused on money and I never have any to spare,” you explained, taking another sip of tea. “Hard to stay a believer when your salvation is tethered to how much money you can throw at someone.”
“You poor thing. It’s a tragedy you and all those other cretins are cursed to attend such a disgusting testament to God.”
“Wow. Cretins, huh?”
He blushed. “I suppose it’s my turn to apologize. It’s not their fault they’re so small minded.”
The pastor’s pretentiousness sullied your deification of him. Granted it was your fault for putting a man on a pedestal in the first place.
“Am I small minded, Pastor Grisha?”
He rubbed his foot against your shin. You swallowed hard.
“I’m not sure, lamb. Have you cut ties with your old church?”
“I haven’t been there in a few months.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
You held his gaze and tried to ignore his foot rubbing up and down the length of your leg. Silence flooded the room.
“Yes,” you finally spat out. “I don’t associate with anyone from there. Not a single person.”
He leaned over his desk and beckoned you to come closer. You leaned in and your palms started to sweat. He smelled like cedar and juniper berries. Part of you wanted to kiss him, but you refrained. He cupped your face with his right hand and ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You couldn’t tell if you were turned on or on the verge of an anxiety attack.
“Poor thing. Tell me, are you lonely?”
You hesitated to answer. You were in fact painfully lonely, especially now that you rejected everyone at Hope Springs Eternal. Grisha’s stare was so intense you could have sworn he could read your mind. Just as you went to speak the door abruptly opened. Zeke walked through carrying a bunch of camera equipment. A lit cigarette hung precariously from his mouth.
“You have to tell Hannes not to show up drunk anymore. I spent ten minutes trying to clear him out—Oh, it’s you,” he said, setting the equipment on a plush couch on the other side of the room.
The pastor dropped his hand and leaned back in his chair.
“If I tell him that he’ll never show up again,” he rued. “I hate to think about the trouble he’d get into.”
You were frozen in place, struggling to see how the pastor could be so calm after Zeke saw you on the verge of sucking his thumb.
“Zeke?” He asked. “Are you listening?”
Zeke glared at you, his grey eyes colder than an overcast day in January.
“I heard you, father,” he hissed as he exited the office, leaving the door slightly ajar.
“I oughta go. I don’t want to intrude.”
“Will you be joining us next Sunday?”
“I think so.”
You wanted to bolt for the door but remained seated. The pastor seemed to have some sort of magnetic pull on you. Getting up was out of the question until he said you could.
“I’d prefer it if you knew. Why don’t you give me your phone number so we make sure you remember to show up.”
You gulped. “Alright.”
You scribbled your number down on a sticky note and grimaced. It was a tragic attempt at a smile, but your nerves tainted it.
“I look forward to seeing you again, lamb.”
“That’s if I come back,” you laughed.
His lips became a flat line.
“You will. I’m sure of it.”
The sentence reeked of ominousness. You excused yourself and slid out the door without a word. You feared that if you opened your mouth you’d just scream. When you entered the foyer you saw a very disgruntled Zeke and a sympathetic Eren. They glanced over at you. Eren’s demeanor changed, becoming vaguely welcoming. Whereas Zeke ignored your presence.
“Bye,” you said quietly.
Eren waved and resumed comforting Zeke. Shame came over you. You assumed you were the reason Zeke looked so bothered. Though your obsession remained, you had no intention of returning.
Your phone rang at 2 am, the chime blistering your ears. You didn’t recognize the number and opted not to answer. Just as you were about to fall back asleep, your phone rang again. You declined the call and turned your phone on silent. It didn’t take long for the screen to light up; the mysterious number demanded your attention.
“What?! What is it?!”
“Sorry to bother you. I do realize I’m calling rather late.”
It was Pastor Grisha, his voice clear as day. Not a hint of sleepiness to it.
“Oh fuck, I mean, damn. Dang! Uh, what is it?” You stammered.
“I just wanted to talk to you; that’s all.”
You swallowed hard.
“About?”
“Whatever you’d like.”
You furrowed your brow. Grisha’s actions felt odd and lacking goodwill.
“I don’t have anything to say. I’m pretty tired.”
“It doesn’t matter. Just speak,” he said, his tone finally revealing some hint of urgency.
You paused and tried to think of something to say. You looked out the window at the frost coating the grass.
“It’s been cold lately. I don’t know about you but I’m not used to it. Do you remember it being… this cold?”
You heard rustling on the other end of the phone.
His answer was a clipped, “No.”
“See I’ve seen people try to say it’s always been this way.”
“Ha—have you?” He sputtered.
“Yeah. Uh, like on the news. I feel like they downplay it on purpose.”
“Uh-huh.”
The pastor's breathing grew heavier and you heard him spit in his hand. You clenched your fists and tried to think of harmless things he could be doing. Maybe he had something stuck in his teeth and spit it into the sink.
“It’s gotta be an environmental thing.”
“Climate change,” he choked out.
“You know one of the reasons I started hating Hope Springs Eternal was the pastor not believing in ‘global warming.’ Shows how much he knows, huh?”
“Mhm.”
“I’m, uh, assuming you believe in it.”
“Yes,” he moaned. “It beckons the eschaton.”
You paused, trying to collect your thoughts and ignore what was happening on the other end of the phone.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
“It’s just… That’s a rather disconcerting thought, pastor.”
“Call me Grisha.”
“Okay… Grisha.”
You could hear his hand sliding up and down his cock. You paced around your room. You knew you should have hung up, that this was wrong. But the inappropriateness drew you in. You felt powerful knowing you managed to break down Grisha’s defenses and make him behave like a pitiful sinner.
“Are you close?” You asked.
“Y—yes,” he responded, the words stumbling out of his mouth.
“I hope you realize how loathsome this is.”
You heard a low groan followed by panting, and hung up. You were ashamed of the wet spot in your underwear. You thumbed through your drawer for a fresh pair, slipping them on before crawling back into bed. You lied awake, staring at the ceiling, and tried to make sense of what happened. Masturbating crossed your mind, but it would’ve been unholy. You opted to close your eyes and pray that morning came quickly.
You initially had no intention to return to the little church on the coast, but it wasn’t as if you had anything better to do. As you crested the hill you saw Zeke standing by the cliff, staring out into the ocean. The back of his shirt was speckled with red stains. A cloud of cigarette smoke lingered around him caught in the cold, morning air.
You walked towards him, your hands shoved in your pockets.
“Hi,” you said.
He perked up and side-eyed you.
“Yeah?”
“I just wanted to say good morning.”
“Well, you said it.”
He tossed his cigarette off the cliff and headed towards the church. You trailed after, embarrassed that you reached out to him. Entering the church you were pleasantly surprised to see Eren sitting in the pews. You grabbed a seat in the same row as him but kept your distance.
“C’mere. No need to sit so far away, sister.”
You scooched over to him. He was much more personable than his brother or his father.
“Sister? Wow. So formal.”
He blushed.
“Sorry. It’s a habit I can’t break for the life of me.”
“It’s fine… brother.”
He snickered. “You know for the longest time I used to say it like Hulk Hogan.”
“You mean like, ‘Bruhthurrrrr!’” You mimicked.
“Ha! Exactly.”
“What was your favorite verse? Austin 3:16?”
“You know it,” he said cheekily.
Service began and Grisha spent the majority of the time comparing various atrocities to the Book of Revelation. It was more militant than his previous sermons. Never before had he ever dropped a reference to a “holy war”, but today that seemed to be the running theme.
To say it made you uncomfortable would be the least. But still you found yourself hanging on his every word. You pictured yourself charging through a broken landscape. Flames ripping through cracks in the earth. Locusts fluttering about. The stench of carnage filling your nose. A hideous, rotted beast rising from a bottomless pit. The bodies of sinners heaped high into the heavens; those still cursed with life gnawing on their tongues in agony. It was horrific, but you felt pride. If you lived a virtuous enough life you could fight in God’s army and live in His light eternally.
You were ripped away from your nightmarish fantasy when Eren’s sweet voice blessed your ears.
“Was the sermon that boring?”
“What? No, I was just thinking about it.”
“It’s all good. Trust me, I zone out the second my dad starts talking.”
You wished that was what you had done. You missed the mindlessness you could indulge in on Sundays. Ever since you started attending service you were hypervigilant, bordering on too aware. You stretched your arms over your head and stood up, hoping it would quiet your disturbing thoughts.
“Shit. I should’ve introduced myself earlier. But, uh, my name’s Eren.”
“I know,” you laughed, and then told him yours.
“Now that’s a pretty name.”
Your face grew warm upon hearing his compliment. “Well, I’m off,” you said cheerfully.
“It was nice talking to you. Happy to be around a normal person for once.
You giggled. If only you were a normal person. You bid Eren farewell and headed towards the door. Just as you were about to step outside the threshold of the church, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Grisha.
“Where are you off to, lamb?”
“Home.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Why?”
“I was hoping you’d come back to the parsonage so I could properly apologize for my… indiscretion.”
You had tried so hard to forget about him jerking off while talking on the phone with you, how he punctured you with the sword of his mouth. You knew you should’ve declined his invitation and set a boundary between the two of you. But you were smitten despite how much the pastor unsettled you.
“Okay,” you relented.
Once in his office he collapsed onto the couch, resting the back of his hand on his forehead.
“So,” you began. “Are you going to apologize?”
“I think you should be the one apologizing to me.”
“What? But you said—”
“I’m well aware of what I said.” He fixed his gaze on you. “However, you tempted me to share in your plagues.”
“I didn’t do shit. You’re the one that called me up.”
“You didn’t have to answer.”
“You called me three times!”
He exhaled deeply.
“I suppose I am partially to blame.”
“Jesus fucking Christ! You’re fully to blame,” you seethed.
“Why are you being so hostile? Come, sit beside me.”
For whatever reason you did as you were told. You sat next to him and stared at your shoes like a child about to be reprimanded.
“I feel as though you solely exist to tempt me, like some sort of divine punishment. Tell me, lamb, are you clothed with the sun or are you a whore that sits on many waters?”
“I don’t know…” You thought about the lewd thoughts that often plagued your mind. “I guess the latter.”
“I see,” he said, placing his hand on your thigh. “I can save you, if you let me.”
“And how exactly would you do that?” You asked, glancing down at the bulge growing in his pants.
He squeezed your thigh and turned to face you. His eyes were dark with ardor. He only ever looked this passionate when he was preaching.
“I’d rather show than tell, lamb.”
He started to unzip his pants, revealing his hard cock. You turned away and stared at the wall. He latched onto your wrist and placed your hand on it. You prayed for God to stop your underwear from getting soaked.
“Are you afraid?” He asked.
“No. But this… isn’t right.”
“You have nothing to fear. I’m your savior. You should trust me.”
You faced him. He didn’t look untrustworthy. What would he gain from pulling the wool over your eyes? You needed to be saved. You were lucky this man had decided you were worth his time. You squeezed his cock, watching his reaction. He blushed.
“There’s no reason to be shy,” he cooed.
He repositioned himself so he was lying on his back, pulling you on top of him. He lifted up your dress and pulled your underwear off, throwing them to the side. You had taken to wearing prairie dresses with high necklines and white ruffled collars to fit in amongst the congregants. Oddly enough this made the men pay more attention to you, notably Grisha.
He guided his cock inside you. Your breath hitched as it stretched out your tight cunt. It had been years since anyone had fucked you. You gritted your teeth and breathed heavily through your nose.
“Am I hurting you?” He groaned while thrusting into you.
“Yes!” You yelped.
He placed his hands under your ass, lifting you up, leaving only the tip inside. You braced yourself by putting your hands on his tense shoulders. He peered up at you and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.
“That wasn’t my intention,” he grunted.
He pulled your body closer, keeping it flush to his, and started to ease his cock back inside you. You held his face in your hands and kissed him. Your lips overlapped his in a desperate attempt at intimacy. You wanted him to feel your passion and love, that you weren’t some trollop that waltzed in to simply whore herself out.
He slowly pushed his cock deeper into you, his hips rocking ever so slightly. You whined through the kiss before breaking it.
“Fuck. It’s too much,” you whined. “Can you get on top?”
He was more than happy to oblige, lifting you up and resting you on your back while his cock continued to throb inside you.
“How’s that?” He asked breathily.
“Much better,” you moaned.
He smiled and lifted your dress up higher. He pushed down the cups of your bra and groped your breasts.
“Harder,” you mewled.
He pinched one of your pert nipples, letting out a tiny laugh as you squealed. You grabbed ahold of his ass, driving his cock deeper into you. A few tears fell from your eyes as he bottomed out, his cock ramming into your cervix. You bit down on your bottom lip and tried to hold back an agonized moan. But the ache invading your body needed to be heard.
Grisha’s thrusts grew more erratic and his groans became louder. He had been starved of intimacy for so long. His desperate hymn radiated through your body. You found yourself being overcome by ecstasy. It was as if God was shining His holy light down on you. It took everything out of you to start babbling the Lord’s Prayer.
You happened to glance out the window and saw Zeke standing outside, partially obscured by a Monterey cypress. You knitted your brow and swallowed hard, nearly choking on your spit.
“Wh—what is it? Am I still hurting you?” He asked, thrusting away, his eyes now shut as rapture consumed him.
You squinted as if it would give you a better look at Zeke.
“It’s nothing. Keep going.”
You hugged him closer as his cock leaked precum inside you. You prayed Zeke couldn’t see anything. But alas you were wrong. Zeke had adjusted his position, revealing that he was fucking his fist. His pants hung around his ankles. It made you nauseous and you felt as if your entire body went cold, like your blood turned to ice.
“I—I’m going to wash away your sins with my seed.”
You felt disgusted by everything: Zeke masturbating to the sight of his father fucking you, Grisha’s ostentatious assumption his cum was a sacrament, the fact you still found yourself reeling from the rapturious pleasure of Grisha’s cock slamming into your cervix. He dropped one of his hands and rubbed your clit, leaving you a quivering mess.
You wanted to hold back, to have him come inside you and walk out of his office with some form of dignity. But it was impossible. Your unstoppable moans flooded the room.
“That’s it, lamb. Let it all go,” he grunted as he came, fucking his cum into your cunt.
Once he was finished he got up and tucked his cock back into his pants. You were rendered immoveable, body glued to the couch.
“It’s time for you to go,” he said solemnly, zipping and buttoning his pants.
You wordlessly tucked your breasts back into your bra and pulled your dress down. You scurried out of his office, passing Eren on your way out.
“Oh shit! Hey!”
“I’m leaving,” you mumbled, not actually hearing what he said.
“What?” He asked, his eyes filling with concern.
“I have to go!” You cried out while speed walking away from the parsonage.
You quickly glanced over your shoulder and saw him chasing after you, his long hair flowing in the wind.
“Wait up, sister,” he shouted.
“Leave me alone! Just… please. Don’t. I—I just wanna go home,” you said, having regained some level of composure.
You stopped; your feet felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. You felt Grisha’s come seep out of your cunt, dripping down the inside of your thigh.
“Did something happen to you?” He asked.
You shivered.
“No. No. No,” you repeated mindlessly.
He narrowed his eyes, his stare fixated on the rumpled state of your dress.
“Who was it?” He asked.
“No one. It was nothing,” you mumbled as your legs finally found it in them to move.
“Are you going to get home okay? I can drive you back to town.”
“Stop! I don’t even know you. I think I can manage on my own.”
Part of you wanted to collapse in his arms and weep, but you were sick of relying on these men for comfort, for a smidgen of solace. Eren didn’t seem to pick up on your distaste. He took a few more steps towards you before stopping.
“Tell me, sister. Was it my dad?”
“Didn’t I say it was no one?” You seethed, clenching your jaw.
You didn’t return to church the following Sunday or the Sunday after that even though Grisha incessantly called you. Instead you watched a live feed of the service at Hope Springs Eternal. You were able to lose yourself in the pompous extravagance. It wasn’t particularly pleasant. The sermon was the typical “poor people are poor because they don’t love God enough.” But it was nice to not hear rants about fighting in God’s army. Plus you thoroughly enjoyed roasting your old church.
“Idiots,” you muttered, shoving your hand in a box of cereal. “That guy doesn’t love God enough because his toupee isn’t on straight.”
You laughed with a mouthful of cereal and nearly choked on your giggle fit.
However you grimaced when the pastor brought out a rattlesnake. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he spoke in tongues.
“What is this? Fear Factor?”
Suddenly the crowd erupted into a shrieking mass of glossolalia, throwing themselves at the ground, as the pastor held the snake above his head. You were shocked to see the church had become such a spectacle while you were gone.
“Well that’s unsettling,” you said, turning off your television. “I hope the snake is okay.”
Pastor Grisha’s sermons suddenly seemed reasonable in comparison to whatever the fuck it was you’d just witnessed. You stared at your phone and picked it up. It felt like a stone in your hand. You called Grisha, hoping he wouldn’t answer.
Much to your disappointment he picked up on the first ring.
“Hi,” you said solemnly.
“My precious lamb, have you decided to come crawling back?”
You clenched your fists, your fingernails leaving valleys in your palm.
“Do you guys speak in tongues and handle snakes?”
“I run a church. Not a sideshow.”
“I take that as a no then.”
“That’s all ceremonial grandeur. It’s not of God.”
“Isn’t it in The Bible?”
“Much of The Bible is not to be taken literally.”
“Fair enough…”
“Why do you ask?”
You sighed. “Hope Springs Eternal livesteams their servi—”
“Heretical bastards!”
“Don—Don’t you broadcast your sermons on television? How is that any different?”
“Because I’m right goddammit! Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't! It’s God’s will! How am I supposed to deny his desires?!”
“I—”
“What I do… What I do is necessary. It’s my duty. Only I can lead us on the virtuous path.”
“What about your sons?”
“Zeke’s more than capable, but he let his brain get eaten away by lust.”
“What about Eren?”
“He’s charming, but a lost cause. Noncommittal. He’s not a firm believer.” He exhaled. “It has to be me. There’s no other option.”
He sounded almost wistful, like he was being forced to do these things against his own will.
“It is how things are and have to be,” he mumbled. “I wasn’t exactly interested in this, but when God calls you don’t bury your head in the sand.”
“I guess. But you could stop. You know that, right? It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“Who am I to question the Hand of God, lamb? I’m a mere man. If He isn’t guiding me, I’ll stray. It’s—It’s hard… for me. You’d know that better than anyone.”
You held your breath. You were used to a level of opaqueness he operated under. To hear Grisha express doubt in the Lord bothered you. He was supposed to be different, to be stronger than the average pastor. One that was steadfast in his beliefs.
“I’ve missed seeing you,” he sighed.
“I doubt that.”
“It’s true. I need you. I’m lost without you.”
“I thought I was a temptress, a whore sitting on many waters or whatever.”
“Hush, lamb. Promise me you’ll come back next Sunday,” he pleaded.
“I’ll think about it,” you hissed before hanging up.
You were pissed Grisha’s plea managed to convince you. You showed up at the church the next Sunday dressed in a plain black prairie dress, something that wouldn’t make you stand out amongst the plain clothed men. You took your seat in the pews and didn’t make eye contact with anyone.
A familiar voice coming from behind you. “Hi!”
“Hey, Eren,” you said, a small smile crossing your face.
“It’s nice to see you, sister. I was worried about you.”
“I’m alright. No reason to be concerned.”
You wanted to placate him, but your tone was too clipped. It was like you were brandishing a knife after every word. Eren’s green eyes were tinged with worry, but he grinned and took a seat beside you. Service began as it usually did, but you noticed Zeke and the camera equipment were nowhere to be found.
“Are you guys not filming anymore?” You asked in a hushed tone.
“Hm? Oh, not today.”
You raised an eyebrow and decided not to think about it.
Grisha’s sermon ended up being much more benign. There was little talk of violence and not a single reference to God’s wrath. As he preached you zoned out.
“Am I boring you, sister?” Grisha asked pointedly.
You perked up and shook your head. He glared at you briefly before resuming the sermon. Nothing weird was happening, but there was an oddness in the air, like something unseen to only you was brewing. Even Eren started to look a little antsy.
“Who here needs to be healed?” Grisha suddenly asked.
You turned to Eren, but his eyes were fixated on the floor. Your body went cold. No one was speaking. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you. You sunk down into the pew, hoping people would forget you were even there. Out of sight, out of mind.
“Sister,” Grisha suddenly said.
You weren’t used to him addressing you in a formal way.
“Yes,” you said cheerfully. You wanted to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. Maybe if you were pleasant, the mood in the church would change.
“Do you need to be healed?”
“Nope. I, uh, I think I’m good.”
“Who here thinks our sister needs to be healed?”
The men all raised their hands at once. You were aghast to see Eren slowly raising his hand, eyes still focused on the floor in front of him.
“Seriously?” You asked in a hushed voice.
He gave you nothing in response.
“I think we’ve come to a consensus,” Grisha said, leaving the pulpit. “Let’s gather around our sister.”
Everytime he said “sister” you felt like you swallowed a razor blade. You hated hearing it, but speaking up was thankless. It wouldn’t do anything. You were outnumbered. The men gathered around you, all with rather blank looks on their faces. Their eyes were flat and shark-like.
“You guys can’t be serious.”
One of the men placed their hand on your shoulder. The others followed suit and placed their hands on your shoulders, back, and the top of your head. You directed a pleading stare towards Eren.
“It’s fine. They’re not gonna hurt you,” he muttered.
You wanted to attack him like a wild animal, rip into his skin and pluck out his pretty, green eyes. You barely knew him, but somehow this was the ultimate betrayal.
“Fucker,” you said under your breath.
You breathed deeply to calm yourself. It was true. The men weren’t hurting you, at least on a physical level. The church was silent other than your labored breathing and the offshore winds occasionally rattling the windows.
“Do you have anything you’d like to repent for?” Grisha asked.
You flared your nostrils. “No.”
“Are you sure?” A drunk parishioner slurred.
You refused to answer.
“Are you sure?” Grisha repeated.
“Yes,” you answered in your most authoritative tone.
“You made eyes at me during service,” one of the men said. “You gave me a look.”
“What? I don’t even know you.”
“I saw you do it,” another one said.
Another tightened his grip on your shoulder.
“We all saw,” he rumbled.
The door of the church flung open. For a brief moment relief came over you.
“Sorry I’m late—Oh, so we are doing this,” Zeke said, fastening the last few buttons on his shirt.
“You’re just in time,” Grisha said cheerfully.
“Is this really necessary?” Zeke asked, surveying the situation.
“Do you doubt me?” Grisha asked.
Zeke nervously scratched behind his ear. “No.”
He took a seat on the floor near the door and stared at his feet much like Eren did. You wanted to scream, but you were frozen by God’s apparent will. The men continued their chorus of “I saw you” and proceeded to accuse you of other minor offenses you never committed. Every so often you denied the accusations, but after a while your mind began to slip. Had you given a lusty stare to someone? You couldn’t be sure anymore.
“I did it,” you finally said dejectedly. “All of it.”
The men removed their hands and went back to their seats. Grisha sighed and returned to the pulpit.
“Don’t you feel better now? Don’t you feel cleansed?”
You mindlessly nodded.
“Did you finally let the Lord into your hideous heart?”
Again, you nodded. The service ended with little fanfare and everyone left quickly. You found yourself tethered to your seat, unable to move lest you be accused of heresy. Eren remained as well.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“No. You’re not… But it’s fine.”
“It’s not fine.”
“Well then why didn’t you help me? You were right there.”
“I don’t know.”
“Is it because I deserve it? Am I that bad?”
“No.”
“Then why did they do that to me?!” You shouted.
“I don’t kn—”
“You don’t seem to know anything, brother.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t mean shit!” Tears welled up in your eyes and your throat burned from yelling after being so quiet. “I… Fuck!”
You kicked the pew in front of you. You didn’t know what to do. Eren probably was sorry. He probably didn’t have much pull over Grisha. What could he have done? You knew you were innocent; none of those sins were yours. The parishioners hadn’t even brought up your daliences with Grisha. Though it’s not like they’d have any information that would make the pastor look bad.
“I don’t think this will make you feel any better. But it’s happened to me a lot. I know how it feels.”
He scooched closer to you and cleared his throat.
“My relationship with God is complicated. It has been since my mom died.”
“That doesn’t make me feel sorry for you,” you hissed. “Everyone has a complicated relationship with God.”
He kept talking. “It usually goes longer. The last time it happened to me it was two hours of getting told I was useless. A drug addict. One guy even called me the Antichrist which made my dad stop everything. He ended up punching him.”
“That’s horrible.”
“It sounds worse than it actually is, sister.”
You couldn’t imagine suffering through an hour consumed by hands laying upon you. You were angry Eren downplayed it, trying to act like it wasn’t all that bad. It was a horrific experience. Not one you’d ever want to return to. You stood up and walked away. You didn’t bother saying goodbye to Eren. He was too lost in his own mind.
Once outside you saw Zeke standing near the edge of the cliff smoking as usual. You made your way over to him. The sunlight danced behind low hanging clouds, occasionally illuminating him in a heavenly way. Instead of the usual scowl, he gave a solemn, “Hello.”
You hated how much he looked like his father. It made you want to be mean to him.
“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a drag off his cigarette.
“I guess. I don’t know. I can’t tell yet.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s the worst part. Don’t worry,” he said, stretching his arms. “You’ll realize how awful it was when you’re trying to sleep tonight.”
You were already plotting how to induce insomnia. Zeke placed his hand on your shoulder. You were too exhausted to flinch. He took a few steps closer until you were finally in his arms, your face buried in his neck. He rubbed your back and you proceeded to sob. You felt silly for breaking down in a stranger’s arms, but Zeke was there. He was tangible, something you could hold onto.
His hands trailed down your back, resting them on your ass.
“Need a distraction?” His breath was hot against your ear.
You sniffled. You could feel his semi-hard cock through his pants.
“I guess. I—I have no idea how you could help me though,” you muttered dejectedly.
“Trust me, sister. I have plenty of ideas.”
He tightened his grip on your ass and rubbed his erection against you. You stared out over his shoulder at gentle waves licking the shore. You wanted to lose yourself in his broad-shouldered embrace.
“You can do whatever you want,” you mewled.
He let go of your ass and held onto your face by the jaw. His fingers were calloused, but the roughness of his touch was spirituous. He forced his leg between your thighs. He had a sick grin on his face. You tried to ignore it as you rubbed up against his leg. Instead you focused on how good his body felt on your clit. You dragged your throbbing cunt up and down his thigh, your breath hitching when the friction became too much.
He forced you to look him in the eyes as you pleasured yourself against him. You wanted to find kindness in his gaze but there was none, just lust. You started to unbutton his shirt while he hurriedly unzipped his pants. You kissed him, biting down on his bottom lip. He groaned and pulled away.
“No biting,” he chastised.
You frowned and lied down in the grass. You hiked up your dress, revealing your glistening folds. Zeke got on top of you, stroking his cock. It was girthy like his father’s, but more veiny and it lacked any sort of curve. You guided it inside you, watching Zeke’s reaction as he was greeted by your tight cunt. He looked so lecherous, so hungry for you.
“Oh God,” you moaned.
Zeke slowly thrusted; his cock filled your cunt. He stared down at you, eyes partially obscured by his glasses.
“How does that feel, sister?”
“Like heaven.”
“Ca—can I hit you?”
The idea of his hand gracing your face thrilled you to no end. You welcomed any sensation that would make you forget the numerous hands that had previously invaded your body.
“Please.”
His hand was swift across your face, leaving a stinging pain in its wake.
“Again,” you pleaded, stroking his cheek.
He was more than happy to oblige. He thrusted his cock deeper inside you and slapped you again. You pulled him into a kiss, pushing your tongue past his teeth. His tongue tasted of tobacco. The woody, sour taste overtook your mouth.
His hands roaming your body was a blessing. His touch healed the wounds left behind the parishioners. You never wanted to let him go. Your fingers were tangled in his soft, flaxen hair. You twirled a lock in between your fingers and tugged on it. He let out a muted yelp you soon swallowed. He broke the kiss, panting as he bottomed out. Your body writhed underneath his, swimming in the shadow of this saint.
“How does it feel, sister?” He asked, holding you down.
“Good,” you gasped.
He grabbed ahold of your jaw again, his grey eyes tunneling holes through yours. You wanted to live in his light, until your body rotted away into dust. You tightened your walls around him. He groaned, his hips bucking against your limp body. You were putty in his hands.
You slid his suspenders off and yanked down his pants. You held onto his plush ass, pulling him towards you so his cock kissed your cervix. His hips seemed to skip a beat as his cock leaked precum inside your cunt. A needy moan fell from his lips and he shut his eyes.
“Can I come inside you?” He quickly asked.
You eagerly nodded. He let out a few desperate whimpers as he drove his cock in you, your fluids intermingling. He was panting harder, his cheeks now a pretty pink. He bucked his hips as his cock shot cum into the depths of your cunt.
“Do you like that, sister?” He asked, fucking you harder.
“Yes,” you squealed.
Once he finished he slid his cock out of you and lowered himself down to your cunt. He lapped at the cum seeping out of it, tongue flicking your clit.
“Say my name when you come,” he ordered.
You dug your fingers into the grass as your body quivered. Zeke ran his hands up and down your legs as he sucked his cum out of you, the lurid noise harmonizing with the waves.
“Zeke,” you mewled as you saw white.
You felt like you were ascending as your body squirmed against his face, his beard tickling the inside of your thighs. You were too lost in your orgasm to hear the footsteps stomping through the grass. Zeke looked up at you, smiling. He rested his head on your thigh and sighed dreamily.
“Are you interested in doing anything else, sister?”
You ignored his question and posed your own. “Why were you jerking off while I was fucking your father?”
His gaze hardened.
“It’s not as if I was looking at him.” He kissed your thigh and took on a kinder tone. “It’s not our fault none of us know how to behave around women… It doesn’t help that we all have a sick crush on you.”
“How are you gonna solve that problem, huh?”
“I did talk to you first. If you belong to any of us, it’s me.”
“I don’t belong to any of you,” you said, unable to hide your disgust.
“Don’t you want to be mine?”
You rustled his hair. He was cute in a tragic sense. It was strange to see such a domineering man rendered down to an endearing puddle of goo. You alternated between wanting to toss him off the cliff, and marrying him.
You were ripped from your peace by the sound of rustling grass growing closer and closer. Zeke glanced up and his face fell. You craned your head back and saw Grisha standing there, clutching his worn down bible to his chest.
“How could you?” Grisha lamented; his question directed at you.
Zeke sat up and pulled your dress back down.
“Are you jealous?” He taunted.
Grisha glared at his son. Although Zeke’s expression was haughty, it had a tinge of uneasiness. It was warranted. The pastor launched his bible at his son, hitting him square in the nose. Blood seeped from it, staining his white shirt red.
“You’re going to hell for that,” Zeke said, covering his nose with his hand.
“Well I’ll see you there, you disgraceful whoremonger!”
You frowned at the notion of you being a whore. It was an accusation you never got used to. You weren’t chaste by any means, but this was the most action you had in awhile.
“Did you not lie with her too?” Zeke asked, standing up and stepping over you to get closer to his father. “I saw you. I bore witness.”
Grisha blushed, clearly horrified by this revelation. “I—I was saving her!”
“You have a really funny way of saving people then.”
You grew tired of their bickering. You found your underwear hiding amongst the cat grass and slipped them on. You bounded off to the path that led down to the beach. Neither of the men noticed you left.
The wind had calmed down, making the journey less precarious. You kicked off your shoes and dug your toes into the sand. Such a simple thing and yet it was the best you felt in years. You walked closer towards the ocean, digging your feet deeper into the sand with every step. Once the water licked your heels you swam out, submerging yourself in a mellow wave. You held your breath as it washed over you. You dove deeper as the currents pulled you further from the shore.
Salt water weaseled its way into your eyes, killing any sense of comfort you found in the lull of the waves. You let your body float to the surface. Resting on your back, you stared up at the overcast sky. You looked like a pathetic version of Ophelia, madness driving you out into the sea. It was hard to be serene while coughing. The salt burned your throat and left your tongue numb.
You were decidedly less glamorous than any Millais painting. But that didn’t matter. You couldn’t care less about how you appeared. Maybe this was pathetic. Maybe you were wading in madness. But was that a bad thing? You’d be in good company. Even Jesus’s family and followers thought he was insane on occasion, possessed by demons, riddled with paranoia. And yet he was a paragon of holiness, of a just life.
The sun peeked out from behind the low-hanging clouds, a little beam of sunlight bled through. The first you’d seen in awhile. It looked like glitter ebbing along with the waves.
“Nice,” you whispered.
Your phone rang constantly. You thought about blocking Grisha's number, but you wanted to hear the desperation in his voice and if he still thought he could save you. Much to your disappointment he never left a single voicemail.
Nothing seemed to completely sever the attachment you had to them. You thought about Zeke fucking you in a field constantly, though on occasion you imagined he was Eren. You found yourself missing the brunette. He was always nice to you. His only major misstep being that he didn’t help you when you were assaulted.
Twinges of resentment remained a plague. You knew Eren was just as much a victim as you. But there remained a pervasive sense of betrayal. It was such a strong feeling for someone you barely knew.
There was some relief knowing they were no closer to God than you.
Eventually one early Sunday morning, your curiosity got the better of you and you answered when Grisha called you for the umpteenth time. You reclined on your couch, watching Hope Springs Eternal’s live stream with the volume turned down.
“Did you call to jerk off to the sound of my voice?” You asked haughtily.
“What? No, sister. I’m not a pig.”
You were surprised to hear Eren’s voice.
“Oh… Hey? Why are you calling from your father’s phone?”
“Psh. My dad wishes he had his own phone. We all share the one in his office.”
“Okay. Uh, what’s up? Did something happen?”
He sighed. “No. I just miss talking to you.”
“I’m sure there are other parishioners to talk to.”
Eren paused. “Actually there aren’t any. My dad stopped opening up service to the public and kicked everyone out. We just do the TV thing now.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Last Sunday he said something about someone taking his lamb to the slaughter? And how he is not fit to be a shepherd because he tasted the waters of Babylon. I tried asking him about it, but he didn’t want me to bear his burden which I appreciate. But on the other hand, I’d like to know what the fuck is going on.”
You knitted your brow and asked, “How’s Zeke?”
“A disaster. He smokes inside now. I can’t remember the last time I saw him with a shirt on. And he’s been asking me for weed which is… I don’t mind sharing, but my tolerance is high. It takes a lot to calm this mess down.” He punctuated his sentence with a soft chuckle. “Also he films dad at a Dutch angle. I don’t know, sister. It’s all bad.”
You wanted to hug him, hold him close and like a vice.
“I guess I can stop by, if you want.”
“Really? You’d be down?”
“As long as I don’t see your father, I don’t mind. He’ll be busy preaching, right?”
“Yup!”
“I’ll see you in a few then.”
“Wow. Really? It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
You assured Eren it was no problem and hung up.
Looking through your wardrobe, you hated yourself for getting rid of all your secular clothing. You burned it all in a religious fury, replacing everything with long dresses, with high necklines accentuated with oversized collars, and long sleeves. Your most plain one was still stiff with ocean water. You ended up settling on one in your favorite color.
When you arrived you expected the church to be in ruins. It was a rather hyperbolic thought. But given what Eren told you, your mind felt free to wander down darkened paths. You didn’t dare approach the church proper, instead heading for the back door of the parsonage.
The tide was low, the stench ever present. You dry heaved every couple seconds. You stepped closer to the cliff and saw the rotting carcasses of fish. You hadn’t heard anything about a major die off. You pinched your nostrils shut and swallowed the spit collecting in your mouth.
“It’s gross, ain’t it?” Eren said, walking over to you. “Let’s get inside.”
He held the door open for you and shut it tight. The sound of door slamming made you jump.
“I’m sorry. I’m tryna keep the smell out as best I can,” he said sheepishly.
“It’s okay. I’d rather you be aggressive towards inanimate objects than smell death.”
“You want coffee? I just made a pot. Or do you like tea? I can make tea. Or we can have both. Best of both worlds. Like Hannah Montana,” he rattled off nervously. He shut his eyes tight and sighed deeply, very much aware of how silly he sounded.
“Coffee is fine.”
“How do you take it?”
You explained in great detail how you like your coffee. Eren was shaky and needed the specificities even if your request was on the simpler side. You took a seat at the dining table, one he clearly built. He carefully prepared your cup and placed it in front of you with a very prideful grin on his face. You thanked him and took a sip. It was perfect.
You wasted no time and started to question Eren on the current state of the church the moment he sat at the table.
“Pastor Grisha kicked everyone out?”
Eren winced, hearing you call his father that.
He took a sip of his coffee. “Yeah. He won’t tell me anything though. He does his sermons and then he spends the rest of his time in his office, muttering weird shit like ‘Where did I go wrong?’ and ‘He slaughtered my little lamb.’’
You snicked. “He’s talking about me.”
“What makes you so sure, sister?”
“I fucked your father, brother.”
“I know,” he answered casually.
“And I fucked your brother. Your father caught us in the little clearing by the cliff.”
“I told Zeke not to do that.” Eren said, the vibrancy of his eyes completely dulled.
“You knew?”
“Duh.. He’s my brother. I know everything about him.”
“Did he tell you he jerked off while your dad fucked me?”
“Unfortunately. He… He was desperate and he really likes you. I’m not saying it was right. He’s got some shit to work through.”
“You really care about him, huh?”
“Why wouldn’t I, sister? I love him,” he said cheerfully.
“Where is he?”
“Probably asleep. Service doesn’t start for another hour and a half.”
“I’m very much awake,” his voice boomed from down the hall.
He stepped out of his room clothes in only a tiny pair of grey underwear that left little to the imagination. His back was covered in spindly welts. He had no shame, not an inkling of it. He sauntered into the room and took a seat next to Eren. He glanced back and forth at the two of you. A skimpy joint was tucked behind his ear.
“What’s she doing here?” He asked Eren.
“You can ask her yourself. She’s right there.”
Zeke turned his attention towards you. “Who invited you?”
Eren groaned. “I did. I wanted to hang out with her.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just ‘hanging out.’” He said, laughing.
“I have no one to talk to! Dad's on the path to being one of those embarrassing street preachers that scream about the end of days. And you never wear clothes and only ever talk to me when you want weed!”
“Do you need a hug?” Zeke asked, his tone comically serious.
“What?! No. Go put pants on.”
“Fine. I’ll conform, if that’ll calm your ass down,” he said.
“Is he high?” You asked.
“Terminally.”
You mouthed a “wow”.
“I can’t decide what pants,” he yelled down the hall. “Come help me.”
Eren sighed. “Let’s humor him.”
The two of you made your way to Zeke’s room. It was rather barren. He had a nice sized bed, with crisp white sheets and a turmeric colored quilt folded at the foot of it. He had a small desk made from birch wood stained a muted black. The chair was the same, though a small pillow softened the seat. His closet door rested on the ground. Zeke explained it fell off the hinges and didn’t care enough to fix it. His room looked like something out of the past. The only modern thing in it was the camera equipment.
Eren frowned and lightly kicked Zeke’s broken door.
“I said I would fix this for you, dumb ass.”
“You’re so cruel. Now! Let’s get down to business.”
He grabbed a lighter off his desk and lit the joint he had behind his ear.
“What about the pants?” You asked, trying not to stare at his cock.
“The what?” He waved his hand as if that made the previous conversation disappear. “Who cares? Here, take a hit.”
“I’m okay,” you demurred.
“Aw, come on? Do you not like me anymore?”
You rolled your eyes. “No. I just feel like getting high in a parsonage goes against God’s will.”
He patted your head and passed the joint to Eren. Zeke sat down on his bed and gestured for you to join him. Briefly you resisted but he was too handsome and too willing. Maybe it was God’s will for you to merely sit beside him.
Eren took a seat next to you while puffing on the joint hanging from his lips. He passed it back to Zeke.
“I’m good for now,” he relayed.
Zeke stubbed the joint out in an ashtray and opened a window to let the smoke air out. The haze that had once permeated the room slowly ebbed out into the cold wind. You tried to focus on that instead of Zeke’s cock which appeared to be a little stiff.
“I know you’re looking, sister.”
“I am not!”
Eren laughed. “If you want I can, uh, leave you two alone.”
“No way. I’m here to see you, remember?”
Zeke rested his head on your shoulder.
“What are you saying? You don’t want to see me?”
You rustled his hair. “No. That’s hardly what I meant.”
Eren wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him. There was a territorial tinge to his eyes. You struggled to stifle your laughter. All of the men in this family seemed to be desperate for your attention, even Eren who on occasion seemed like a normal guy.
Zeke looked over at Eren and narrowed his eyes.
“Are you jealous I found my way to her before you?”
“Are you jealous that dad fucked her first?”
Zeke scowled. You sighed deeply and tried to ignore your attraction to them. It was a thankless task.
“Do you want to lay with me, brother?” You asked on the verge of hysterics, playing up the religious pleasantries.
Eren blushed.
“He does,” Zeke said as he sprawled out across your lap. “He told me.”
Eren was staring out across the room, desperately trying to ignore Zeke and you.
“Is that true?”
He ran his hands through his long, dark hair, the silky tendrils finding their way between his fingers.
“Yeah. Happy?”
You gazed at Eren. Your vision blurred around him; he was all you could focus on. You carefully slipped your hand under his suspenders and ran it down one of his pecs. He shivered at your touch. You rubbed his delicate nipple with your thumb.
“Get on top of him,” Zeke suggested, his head in your lap. “I’ll eat your ass if you do it, sister.”
Eren’s eyes widened. The prospect of Zeke eating your ass was very appealing. As you went to straddle Eren, Zeke grabbed your shoulder.
“Not here. The office.”
“What?! No,” you exclaimed.
“Would it make you feel dirty because that’s where you fucked our father?”
“What if he catches us?” You panicked.
“Don’t worry about it. Your brother isn’t going to let anything bad happen to you, okay?” Zeke cooed.
Eren fake gagged and corralled you into Grisha’s office. Zeke’s words did not set you at ease.
You and Zeke took a seat on the couch. He rambled on about how Pastor Grisha now ended every sermon with “Jesus wept.” Eren took off his suspenders and his pants, folding them up neatly. He stood still for a moment, caught up in his own thoughts. You were getting impatient listening to Zeke ramble on. Your desire to fuck Eren was unbearable. All your attention was focused on him.
“Alright. I’m rea—Jesus Christ! Show some restraint!” Eren shouted.
You looked over at Zeke who at some point took off his underwear. He had a smug grin on his face. His cock was standing straight up, veiny and thick as ever. He was raring to go and you hadn’t even noticed.
“I don’t like to waste time,” he responded.
You and Eren both were a little perturbed, but not enough to turn back. Lust flooded your core; you could feel it bubbling up your throat. Zeke’s cock demanded your attention, the tip of it like a red beacon. You leaned in a little closer to him and cupped his balls, squeezing them with your gentle touch. You rubbed them, your grip tightening. Zeke exhaled and lazily threw his head back, eyes shut with pleasure. He beamed; you didn’t realize he was capable of such contentment.
“I’ll let Eren fuck you first, considering I already blessed you with my seed.”
“More like you filled her with your dirt,” Eren groused.
“Just let me have this,” Zeke complained.
If you weren’t so turned on, you would have stood up and walked out the door. But you were hopelessly tethered to them, your body devoted to their light. The holiness you perceived in them made it okay.
Eren gazed at you, his eyes as fertile as a verdant field. He held out his hand which you took and walked to his father’s desk. He kicked his father’s belongings off and gestured for you to sit on it. You happily obeyed. Your total willingness made him nervous. His hands quaked as he lifted your dress and peeled off your underwear.
“Over here,” Zeke said, holding his hand up.
Eren balled up your underwear and beaned them at Zeke’s face. Zeke didn’t seem to care and took an audible whiff. Eren gripped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. He swiped his fingers against your cunt, coating them with your fluids.
“Open wide.”
You parted your lips and sucked them clean, running your tongue along the pads of his fingers. Your cunt throbbed, aching for his touch. He spread apart your labia and ran his cock down your slit. You whimpered as he slowly plunged it inside you.
“You guys are boring,” Zeke heckled. “She’d be ruined by now if I was fucking her.”
Eren let out an annoyed groan and started to thrust. Zeke reclined on the couch, happily watching the two of you. Eren grunted as your cunt hugged around him. His movements were slow and precise, lacking any of the urgency Zeke or Grisha’s had. You wondered if he was more experienced. You thought about him fucking his way through town, not a person untouched. He was certainly handsome enough.
“Pick up the pace,” Zeke said, stroking his cock.
Eren gritted his teeth. “For the love of God, please shut up. I’m begging you.”
“I’m getting bored though. I want to hear her squeal.”
“It’s not about what you want.” Eren turned his attention towards you. “Right?”
You nodded. Zeke sighed audibly and absent mindedly stroked his cock. You couldn’t help but stare; you wanted it in your mouth.
Eren took notice and began to fuck you harder, the length of his cock consuming your cunt.
“Don’t look at him,” he sneered, grabbing a hold of your face with his free hand. “Open your mouth again.”
You did as you were told. Eren spat directly in your mouth, the action full of derision. His saliva was sweet, tinged with coffee and citrus. He glared down at you and held you by the neck, his palm barely grazing your throat. His touch was gentle unlike his gaze. He clenched his jaw and thrust into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He erupted into a symphony of grunts and moans. His long hair hung in his face and he tried to tuck it behind his ear with no luck.
You heard Zeke laugh and get up off the couch, walking over. Zeke positioned himself behind Eren and reached over his shoulders to tuck his hair behind his ear.
“You looked like you were struggling,” Zeke cooed.
Eren let go of your throat and looked over his shoulder, mildly perturbed, and nodded.
“Why do you still have your shirt on, puritan?” Zeke coyly asked, as he started to unbutton it.
“You’re pushing your luck,” Eren grunted as he drove his cock into you.
Zeke snickered and helped Eren take off his button-down.
“Now it’s a party!” He cheered, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder.
Zeke gazed down at you, the weight of his body pressed up against Eren. You were a panting mess and tried to cover your face. Your shame always got the best of you. After all, you were a Christian. The brothers loved every second of it. Your whines and sighs were their favorite hymns. Zeke grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to Eren.
“Ow!” You yelped as Eren’s cock collided into your cervix.
You gazed up at the men lording over you, their eyes devouring every inch of you like a couple of jackals.
“I’m having a hard time focusing with your cock wedged between my ass,” Eren mumbled.
“Is it too weird?” Zeke asked, backing away.
“I have an idea,” you said, pulling Eren’s cock out of you.
You sat up and gestured for Zeke to sit behind you. He happily got up on the desk and sat behind you. You nestled in between his legs, letting his cock rest up against the small of your back.
“Why do you still have this on?” Zeke murmured in your ear.
His dexterity was impressive; he managed to quickly undo all the little buttons on your dress and pulled it over your head. You could feel his heaving chest up against your back, the hair tickling your spine. Eren unhooked your bra and tossed it to the side. He guided his cock back inside your weeping cunt and began to thrust.
“That feel good?” Eren grunted.
“Y—yes,” you choked out. “So good.”
Zeke groped your breasts, tweaking your nipples in between his rough fingers. Eren gave a smoldering glare to Zeke.
“What is it, brother?” Zeke asked sarcastically. “Did you want her all to yourself?”
Eren continued to force his length into your tormented cunt. He was blushing, still glaring at Zeke. His lush brown locks hung in his face. He almost looked like Jesus. Zeke went to speak, his eyebrows knitted with concern, but Eren interrupted him with a rough kiss, ripe with insatiable yearning. He continued to thrust wildly, delving his cock into your dripping cunt. Eren was close. His moans obscured by the kiss. Zeke pulled away and cleared his throat. You managed to catch a glimpse of his beet red face as you felt a spurt of warm fluid on your back.
“Sorry, sister,” he murmured.
Eren’s balls clapped up against your taint as he pounded away. Your body tensed up in anticipation of your orgasm. Eren’s cock filled every inch of your cunt, stretching it out as his hips grinded up against you. Your skin felt like it had electricity running through it, the Holy Spirit imbuing you with its light. Your body contorted in rapture as your vision faded. All you saw was light. You felt like God Himself.
Zeke lazily started to rub your clit, lubricating his finger with your fluids, which sent you to the brink. You were entrenched in ecstasy as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to speak but all you could do was babble, the only coherent sound being you sputtering out Eren’s name.
Eren smirked and slowed down his pace, becoming more deliberate with his thrusts.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he moaned.
He tossed his head back and filled you with his warm, milky cum. His hips bucked a few more times before he slumped forward, resting his head on your shoulder. You kissed the top of his head.
“I wanna worship you both,” you said breathily.
“Oh yeah?” Zeke asked.
Eren chuckled. “How do you plan on doing such a thing, sister?”
“Come down my throat.”
Zeke tumbled off the desk and quickly got to his feet. Eren helped you off and stood next to his brother. You got on your knees and gazed up at them. They were regal and beautiful, painfully so. You could bask in their presence for ages and never tire of it. Eren met your gaze and smiled. He stroked your cheek.
“Need some help?” Zeke asked Eren, pointing at his semi-hard cock.
Eren’s eyes widened.
“It’s cool if you don’t! I just thought since… You do realize you kissed me, right?”
Eren huffed. “Yes! I was hoping dad would walk in.”
“It’d really ruin him if he caught me jerking you off, especially so close to his precious, little lamb.”
Zeke had the mind of a demon. It disturbed you to no end, but it was just as alluring. Both of the brothers were blushing, their chests as pink as their cheeks. Eren looked down at you for guidance.
“Let him help,” you replied.
Your tone was marred with shame. You were still scared by the sin of it all, but traumatizing Pastor Grisha had its appeal after everything he had done. You needed your wanton desires to triumph, to horrify the holy man.
Eren let out a muted moan as Zeke gripped his cock. You eagerly watched as Zeke squeezed the length of it. Eren’s expression exuded an alluring agony. You lapped at his balls as Zeke hesitantly jerked him off. You rolled your tongue along the raphe, relishing in his rapturous groans. You flicked Eren’s aching cock with your tongue like a serpent.
Eren’s body relaxed a little, his shoulders not held as high. You sucked on his cock, savoring the precum dribbling from it. You worked in tandem with Zeke until Eren’s cock was throbbing and glistening with precum and spit.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Zeke asked. “I’m not playing coy. Was that okay?”
“I guess,” Eren mumbled. “Yeah.”
“Let’s just think of it as a really fun Eucharist,” Zeke replied, hip checking his brother.
You stared up at Eren and Zeke, eager to service them. You took Zeke’s cock in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip. He patted your head as you sucked. Drool trickled from the corners of your mouth. Eren watched intently and stepped closer to you, his erection demanding your attention. You caressed it with a tender touch. His verdant gaze fixed on you, heavy with ardor. No one had ever looked at you like that before.
You released Zeke’s cock from your mouth and masturbated him using your free hand. Zeke’s gaze matched Eren’s, his grey eyes boring holes through yours. You beckoned them to stand closer together and frotted their cocks, suckling on the tips in between jerking them off.
The sound of heavy footsteps ripped you from your debauched trance.
“Did you hear that? I think I heard—”
“Suck us off at the same time,” Zeke pleaded.
Eren nervously looked to the side, but gave you a nod. You resumed holding their cocks together and eased them into your mouth. You felt like the corners of your mouth were going to tear as you struggled to fit them in.
“Atta girl,” Zeke purred.
The footsteps grew nearer.
“Boys? We ought to start service,” you heard Grisha call out.
“Zeke,” Eren muttered.
“Hm?” He said as he watched as tears ran down your cheeks.
Eren cupped Zeke’s face in his hands and kissed him as the knob of the door jiggled. It was ripe with desperation like the previous one. Eren bit down on Zeke’s bottom lip. Your cunt throbbed at the sight. You gagged and took their cocks out of your mouth, opting instead to jerk them off.
Grisha opened the door and stepped inside. He let out a little sigh before he noticed the depravity taking place.
“Oh God, no!”.
Eren laughed, breaking the kiss.
“Why? Why would you do this?!”
You lapped at Eren and Zeke’s cock, relishing in the pained shouts coming from the pastor. Zeke bucked his hips against your fist, fucking it furiously.
“Give me an answer! What did I do to either of you to deserve this?!”
The brothers ignored his cries. Zeke nuzzled his face into Eren’s neck and rubbed the back of your head.
“I’m close,” he whimpered. “Can I come on your face, sister?”
You nodded with a big smile on your face.
“How could you do this?” Grisha asked dejectedly, holding your gaze.
You didn’t answer. Grisha was of little importance. All you cared about were his sons.
“Sorry, father,” Zeke moaned as ropes of cum splattered across your cheeks.
“I—I raised you better than this!”
Eren clenched his fist while his erection dwindled.
“I don’t think you did,” Eren replied.
Grisha was stunned. “Excuse me?”
You let go of Eren’s cock and tried to wipe away Zeke’s cum with the back of your hand. You only proceeded to make a bigger mess. Zeke got to his knees and licked the remnants off your face.
“Look at us,” Eren said. “Zeke’s been convinced he’s going to Hell since he was four years old.”
“That has nothing to do with me! I never once told him such a thing.”
“It was implied,” Zeke whispered.
Eren was undeterred. “Did you know he flagellates himself? Or do you just not pay attention to the blood stains on the backs of his shirts?”
“I can’t be aware of every little thing that goes on, Eren. You… You could have told me!”
“And what good would that have done? Would you’ve cleaned his wounds at two in the morning? Let him sob in bed with you until sunrise?”
Zeke’s eyes had glazed over, not a hint of light to them.
“I… I d—don’t know,” the pastor sputtered.
“Exactly,” Eren laughed. “See, I didn’t even have to think about it. And you know what’s really fucked up? I didn’t learn that from you.”
“Eren, I…”
“And it’s not like I came out of this unscathed! Why do you think I’m high all the fucking time? I can’t deal with the overwhelming guilt an—and shame for not being whatever it is you wanted me to be.”
You wanted to run out of the office and leave everything behind. The situation was too much to bear. Eren’s rage, Zeke’s dissociation, the fact the three of you were still naked.
“I’m… going to go,” Zeke said suddenly.
He stood up and breezed past his father like he wasn’t even there. You remained a distressed heap on the floor.
“Eren, I’m sorry,” Grisha whispered.
“Oh my God,” Eren laughed again. “No. No, you’re not.”
Grisha’s face fell and he turned his attention towards you. You were to bear the brunt of his discontent.
“This is your doing, isn’t it?”
“Don’t try to pin this on her. She was just a catalyst.”
Grisha shook his head, resuming his previous pathetic visage. “My son, what can I do to make this right?”
Eren held out his hand to you and helped you up. You quickly found your dress and yanked it over your head.
“Nothing. You fucked up,” he responded, getting dressed. “You might as well find some poor woman to bear you a new son. Maybe you won’t fuck him up though you never seemed like the learning type.”
Eren led you past Grisha and out of the office.
“I know this is asking a lot, but could I stay with you for a bit?” Eren asked matter-of-factly.
You tried to shake yourself from your daze. Grisha’s words still haunted you.
“My apartment’s kinda small, but sure?”
“Thank you. I’m gonna go grab some stuff and then we can head out.”
Eren left you in the foyer to grab his keys from his room. Grisha approached you, desperate to convince you to stay with him.
“My precious lamb—”
“Don’t.”
“Please, I want to explain.”
“Stop talking to her,” Eren called out, pulling on a jacket.
Grisha glared at him momentarily before sighing and walking off. You didn’t think he’d give up on you so quickly. It was strange to see him so subdued and broken. You felt a twinge of sympathy, but it was gone as fast as it came. Grisha didn’t deserve any goodwill.
“You’ll be back,” he murmured, stepping into his office and slamming the door shut.
Eren and you set off for his car and hopped inside. It was a boring sedan, an older model from the early 90s, and it reeked of marijuana. He put his keys in the ignition as a smile crossed his face.
“You alright?” You asked.
He started the car and drove away from the parsonage, a few tears fell from his eyes.
“Yeah. It… It was a long time coming, but honestly I have no idea what I’m gonna do now.”
“We carry similar burdens. We can figure it out together.”
You liked the idea of healing with Eren, growing past your oppressive Christian upbringings and seeing the world anew. He rested his hand on your thigh and looked in his rear-view mirror.
“Is that?” He said, his green eyes popping out of his head.
It was Zeke, hauling ass after the car. He was sprinting like he was competing for a spot in the Summer Olympics. His form was astounding. He always looked like an athlete.
“Oh shit,” Eren said, stifling a laugh. “Hold on.”
He pulled over and waited until Zeke tapped on the window. Eren unlocked the car and Zeke crawled into the backseat. His shirt was barely buttoned and his fly was down. His flaxen hair was more askew than usual.
“I can’t believe you were going to leave me,” he said, catching his breath.
“You wandered off! I didn’t know where you went.” Eren scrambled for the right words. “I—I would’ve called you.”
“How? I don’t have a phone and neither do you.”
“Well, you’re here with us now and that’s all that matters,” you said, trying to settle the brothers down.
It seemed to work. Zeke exhaled and rested his head on the window, gazing out into the ocean. You weren’t sure how you’d make this all work. Your apartment had a single bedroom and not much space for two grown men, but you were determined to make it work. After everything you all had been through it was crucial you remained together, at least until the wounds healed. And the stinging guilt of turning your back on Pastor Grisha and God subsided.
“This is gonna sound kinda stupid, but… I don’t know what I would have done without you guys. I felt lost for so long. Going to church and hating myself for not being the most pious person. Getting wrapped up in your father’s crap. But you, uh, you both changed that. You saved me.” You tacked on a nervous laugh. “Somehow.”
The car fell silent and you felt silly for making such a claim.
Eren broke the silence. “We saved each other.”
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my brain is still so fixated on billy taking his muse out for ice cream after a blow up fight….. it’s torturing meee ☹️☹️
like you’re so quiet the whole trip, drained from the yelling and crying and emotional rollercoaster billy always puts you on, but how can you still be upset with him when you’re in his car late at night with the warm summer breeze coming through the windows and soft rock on the radio and his hand on your thigh like he wasn’t just calling you the worst things in the world. your cheeks are still damp but you’re curled up in the seat with his discarded jacket wrapped around your shoulders, surrounded by the comforting smell of his cigarettes and cologne. he won’t even really look at you, but you don’t want to talk anyway. you know you could do better than billy dunne when he treats you so bad but it’s so much easier to fall back into his warm embrace, to fall asleep in his car, etc. </3
and then you’re at your ice cream place and he’s ordering for you because he knows your favorite flavor and exactly how you want it, so you don’t have to think about anything. you’ve had such a long night and just hearing the sound of his voice and feeling his hand in yours is enough. he takes you to the beach too as promised, and you feel so safe and warm leaning against billy with your heavy eyelids and ice cream and the waves crashing and the moon above that you’ve forgotten everything you were fighting about. at least until the next time he’s mad at you. sigh. swoon.
it's one of the times you're crying made him feel bad and he's not so out of it that it made him angrier. and you feel kind of numb sitting there except for the way hjs finger is rubbing up and down your thigh as his hand sits on top. sometimes you play with his hand or sleeve, but nothing is said. his eyes stay on the road, you kind've hate that you're letting him do this after all the the things he said and did. but his passenger seat feels like home, his presence feels like home.
he pats your leg when you arrive and opens the door for you by the time your hand is in the door handle he's opening it for you. smoking a cigarette as he puts his arm around your shoulder. he knows your favorite place to get ice cream, one that you can walk right down onto the beach from. the continued silence is kind of difficult, it makes you feel like you did something wrong, but he's not angry so it's okay. and when he's remembering all the little things you like, doing all the talking so you can just exist. and then you're walking down to the sand, looking at the water and the stars. he's sitting down, your head on his lap as he plays with your hair.
there's still silence for a while before he breaks it, "you know I care about you, right?" and there's a silence because he says that, but is this what it feels like to be cared about? "because I say a lot of things and I think it's just cause, I don't know, I'm scared"
"of what?"
"I don't know, that I'll tie myself down and then realize it wasn't the life I wanted and leave a wake of destruction behind me trying to escape it all. that I'll be like my dad."
there's so much you can say and you don't know what to go with. that he's already leaving a wake of destruction anyways? that you'll be waiting regardless? "you're not your dad, billy."
"how do you know that?" you respond with the only thing you can. kissing him, letting it say everything you don't feel strong enough to admit right now, that you love anyways, that you care enough for the both of you. and that you don't know, you have no fucking idea. and then your foreheads are pressed together and he's pressing kisses to the side of your mouth
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safe with me | hj x reader
summary: you came home from a bad day at work and hongjoong helps you feel better.
genre: fluff, gender neutral, idol!au
wc: 608 (short ik, sorry!)
warnings: none, just fluff
5:28pm .
your driving back home from work feeling exhausted and tired of everything, you don’t even wanna say hi to anyone, all you wanna do is lay on your bed, cry, and go to sleep.
your phone suddenly vibrates on your lap when your driving catching you off guard and making you serve and almost run a red light.
you aggressively pick up the phone and answer it not even looking at the contact name. it was hongjoong though. “HELLO?” “oh uh.. hey! i was justing wanting to know if you wanted pizza or ha-“ you cut hongjoong off by saying “UGH I DONT CARE JUST DO WHATEVER.” you hang up focusing to drive.
5:46pm .
you arrive home, throwing your keys and bags onto the counter not even caring where they’re suppose to be. you see hongjoong on the couch watching his fav kdrama. “ya, did you get something.” while you walk up to him in a stern tone. “uhm..no only because you.. didn’t really talk to me at the ti-“ his words get cut off. “WHAT THE HELL MAN. I JUST REALLY WANTED FOOD AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET ANYTHING. LITERALLY ANYTHING.” you yell making your boyfriend flinch at the first time he’s heard you yell at him in a not so friendly way. you realize what you just did. looking at your boyfriend like you just killed him well internally you did but he wasn’t showing it from the outside.
your eyes start forming tears from the corners of your eyes. “love, what’s wrong” he asks in his calming voice. your tears start falling from your eyes, you run to him hugging it out and balling your eyes out. while your sobbing with tears all over his shirt still hugging, he runs his fingers through your hair and rubs your back. “wanna go talk about it here and now or later” “now” you mumble into his shirt. while you sit on the couch in his arms balled up. he starts running his fingers through your hair. “tell me what’s wrong, its okay you can let it all out.” you sit there for a second nit saying anything then you break the silence. “i just hated work today. everyone was mad at me for absolutely no reason and when i got on my lunch break i tripped and fell and food was all over the floor and nobody helped me. you say with a shaky voice. “well if i was there i would have helped you because i care for you so much and im sorry you had a bad day at work.” hongjoong replies rubbing your arm.
“i just dont know why i fuck all this shit all 24/7 like i dont know whats wrong with me. i need to just like take a break from that place.” you say. “take a break if you need to, everyone needs one once in their life.” hongjoong tells you. “thank you for being on my side and caring for me, i love you so much love.” “love you too darling.” he reaches for your head and kissing you softly on your cheek. “should we watch a movie? will titanic work?” he asks you in his soft voice. “yes. my fav movie.” you giggle. “i’ll get snacks and some food stay here love.” hongjoong says while walking away.
while the movie plays, you guys cuddled together on the couch still eating snacks. a few seconds later you fall asleep in his arms. “i love you so much y/n i hope you have a better day tomorrow.” hongjoong whispers before kissing your temple and carrying you to your room in the bed.
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Joyride | Draco x Reader
A/N: Inspired by Shameless <3 I know this one's long, but I think it's so cute, so I really hope you give it a shot. Her being Theo's sister does nothing for the plot. I just think it's cute. Enjoy!
Summary: Y/N Nott takes Draco for a joyride in her city of Syracuse, NY. He meets the family, works a job as a cash register, and even tries pho!
Warnings/content: Cursing, smut (hj), kissing <3, Fem!Reader, alcohol, and smoking (none from the reader or Draco's part), financial struggles, stealing (very minimal)
Word count: 5.32k
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A calming marimba played on the speakers before it was interrupted with a scratchy and lousy voice. "Clean up on aisle 4, clean up on aisle 4."
Without thinking, Y/N blankly abandoned her task stacking the tomato sauce cans, and trudged to aisle 4. That's what Y/N Nott's life had come to - urgently responding to anyone that needed her.
About to cross the corner, she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Merlin, I can't wait to go back to school." Y/N muttered under her breath. She would've rather been in detention with Umbridge than at the dank store. Anyone could have done the job if it wasn't in the middle of the most dangerous city in New York - Syracuse. The job was easy - it had surprisingly good pay, low qualifications, and was predictable.
However, what Y/N didn't predict was her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, the cause of the mess in aisle 4.
"Uh... hi, Y/N." Draco grinned, scared of what kind of trouble he'd get in for knocking over cereal boxes by accident.
"Draco!" Y/N smiled, running up to her darling boyfriend. "What are you doing here?" She asked, giving him a short peck, scared that her aunt might pass by and tell her to keep cleaning up. Before Draco could answer, Y/N interrupted. "Nevermind that, I'm gonna take my break now, is there something you wanna eat? My treat - perks of being part of an understaffed workplace is the big bonus you get."
"We'll go wherever you want to go, my love. I missed you so much." Draco said, pulling her in closer to his chest.
"Ay, Y/N/N! You cleanin' or just smoochin'? I don't pay you to flirt, do ya job!" Aunt Beatrice yelled down the aisle, her scowl disappearing when a man walked in, and she had to put on her customer service face.
"I'm taking my break, Aunt Beatrice. This is my boyfriend, I'm gonna-"
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down! Boyfriend? So baby Y/N finally claimed some d-"
"Ugh, we're going now." Y/N said, dragging Draco out of the store.
"You're not getting paid for this, you know!" Beatrice yelled until the door closed behind Y/N.
Draco huffed, unsure of what to say. "That aunt of yours seems real..."
"Don't try to find a word for her, sweetie. You'll be here for days." Y/N laughed. "Have you tried pho, baby?" She asked, swinging around their interlocked hands.
Draco's face twisted at the unfamiliar word. "Pho? No, what's that?"
Y/N smiled. "You'll love it. Come on; I'll take you. It's about twenty minutes away walking, but if we take one of these..." Y/N said, eyeing two bikes padlocked to a stop sign pole. "I'd say it'd cut us down thirteen minutes. Depending on how fast you can go." She winked.
"What, you mean steal it?" Draco asked, surprised. "Won't the owners be mad?"
"Nah, they love me. Watch." Y/N said, pulling a wire-cutter out of her jacket. Two angry men came out, approaching the couple fast. "Just gonna borrow this for a bit!" Y/N yelled, quickly handing Draco a bike and a helmet.
The men bolted behind Y/N but were too slow. Y/N and Draco were a block away now. "Fucking Nott's! You still owe me those 20 bucks!"
"I fucking bought you loonies these bikes! See ya, Ernie, Ethan!" Y/N yelled back, laughing. "Those are my younger cousins." Y/N said, loving the feeling of the wind in her face on a hot summer day.
"They seem like family guys." Draco said, causing Y/N to laugh.
"They're really sweet once you get to know 'em." Y/N smiled. "Alright, stop here, we can't take the bikes inside the restaurant, but I know a guy who'll keep 'em safe." Y/N said, pulling over into an alleyway.
Draco tried not to be scared, but the passed-out drunks on the floor and menacing women with bats seemed enough for his heart to pound.
"Ay, Uncle Michael, long time no see!" Y/N cheered, taking off hers and Draco's helmets. "You look cute with helmet hair." She whispered to Draco, ruffling his head, making Draco giggle.
"The fuck do you want?" A big man, the size of two crockpots side by side, was slumping against a wall, trying to light up a cigarette.
"Listen, I need another favor." Y/N said, kicking out the stand from the two bikes. "Watch these for me, and I'll babysit Aunt Beatrice and Luca for a week."
"Seriously?" His eyebrows raised. "You'll make them dinner? And lunch?"
"And breakfast. Luca wants to start a candy business, anyways, so I'm gonna show him a few tricks I learned from Dad before he passed away." Y/N said, gently placing the bikes on the ground next to him.
"Your Dad, the drug dealer?" Michael said, horizontal wrinkles forming over his eyebrows.
"Mom didn't marry anybody else." Y/N laughed, reaching in her pocket for something. "He did teach me some good tips before leaving."
"Oh, yeah? Like what?" Michael challenged as he huffed out a puff of smoke.
"Like never get distracted." Y/N said, pulling out a tin of cigarettes with Michael's name written on it from her pocket. She threw it into his laps and turned on her heel. "See ya, Uncle Mike. Thanks for this!"
"Since when could you pickpocket?" Draco asked, the look of utter shock on his face.
"I don't use the skill much anymore, but back when my dad passed, my brother and mom and I... we were going through rough times. All I had for money was what our grandma left in her vault at Gringott's. And I needed that money for school books. So I resorted to stealing as a way to make amends and bring food to the table."
"Woah, Y/N/N, that's a lot. Why didn't you just ask me for help?" Draco asked softly, rubbing his thumb over hers.
"Well, my dad died a few years before we started dating, and you weren't exactly friendly before then." Y/N giggled, kissing away a slight grimace Draco had at the memory of him teasing her because he didn't know what to do with his attraction. "We're here!" Y/N announced, standing in front of a dubious restaurant. The windows were tinted 100%, and there was graffiti of a penis on the handle.
Draco stood for a minute, staring bewildered at the peeling off letters taped to the door. "Y/N, this sign says it's a convenience store-"
"Yeah, they don't have the license to be selling food, but it's a family-owned business, and I've been going for years now. It's the best in the city, I promise." Y/N smiled encouragingly at Draco, who nodded and held the door open for Y/N.
"Y/N!" The staff cheered from behind the counter.
"Hey, guys! I brought my boyfriend today, says he wants to try pho. Could you give him what I get?" Y/N beamed at the shocked looks on the family's face.
"Cool, so that's just the Classic Pho with stir-fry bean sprouts?" Y/N's best friend's younger sister asked. She was about thirteen.
"Yes, love." Y/N said, diving into her pocket for some cash.
"No, no, no!" The matriarch of the Huynh family said. "Free for you and your boyfriend." Her name was Violet, Vi for short, and she was 85 in December. "Muggle or magic?" She whispered to Y/N, who laughed.
"Wizard - thanks, Vi." Y/N said, zipping up her jacket pocket again.
"We always thought Y/N, here, was making you up." A tall girl named Dep came from behind the wall separating the kitchen and register, with a bowl on her head and two plates lined up each on her arm.
"Oh, piss off!" Y/N laughed, helping her with the plates to tend to an elderly couple who was there as often as Y/N.
"Go, go, go sit down. I'll bring your food to you." Vi smiled dearly.
"Thank you." Y/N grinned, bringing Draco to her most frequented table in the restaurant. It was next to a small garden, which contained rare substances, some with magical properties that the muggles in Y/N's neighborhood were unaware of.
As Draco situated himself across from his girlfriend, he leaned forward, eyeing a teardrop purple fruit. "Hey, is that-"
"A shrivelfig? Yep." Y/N nodded, waving at it, despite it being insentient.
"People would kill to find some of that! Have you heard about the shortage in the magic world? Everyone's going crazy trying to find some of them. My dad's in Abyssinia right now to see if he can find some." The blond said quietly.
"Yeah, Vi sells Elixirs of Euphoria, so she needs them." Y/N said. "I have a few at home. I'll give you some after this. You can have half of them. They put them in the soup here. I think it's what makes it the best in town." Y/N smiled, sighing a breath of relief, when she saw Dep coming out of the kitchen, carrying their order out on a tray.
"Your food." Dep winked at Y/N and Draco. "So you're the guy who bought Y/N that pretty necklace for her birthday? Keepin' her happy?" She raised her eyebrows at him. Draco nodded, afraid of speaking.
"Don't worry, she doesn't bite, love." Y/N nudged Draco's foot a bit.
"Not people I've just met, anyways." Dep said, grinning at Y/N's shaking head of disapproval.
"Yeah, he's the one who bought me the necklace." Y/N smiled, pulling out an enchanted golden locket that was hidden underneath her shirt. Draco smiled, not knowing she was wearing it. "Keep it to remind me of you." She shrugged, putting her hands under her thighs and slightly kicking her feet giddily. "And he keeps me very happy." Y/N smiled softly at her boyfriend.
"Ugh," Dep rolled her eyes. "love."
"Dep Huynh," Y/N laughed. "you've been with my brother for what, four years, now?"
Draco's eyes widened. "You're with Theo Nott?"
"Going on five." Dep simpered. "It's just gross when it's other people." She said. "Enjoy your food, Y/N/N, Draco. See you at dinner." Dep curtsied. She giggled as Y/N threw a straw wrapper at her.
Draco looked behind him, making sure Dep was gone before asking. "Y/N/N, how do I eat this?" Draco whispered across the table.
"I'll move next to you and help you, okay?" Y/N said, moving to the sticky cushioned seat next to Draco. "Do you know how to use chopsticks?" She asked, not able to resist kissing his cute face on the cheek.
Draco grew a rosy pink. "No, but I think I can learn."
"Okay, but if you give up, you can always use a fork." Y/N said, ripping a pair of chopsticks out of its packaging. A few minutes passed by, and Draco was growing a bit frustrated as well as he tried to hide it.
"It's okay, baby, we can just use forks." Y/N soothed, rubbing his back. "It's delicious either way." She said with a mouthful of beef, noodles, and purple soup.
Draco laughed and wiped some soup that was running down her jaw. "Can I try some of that sauce you're eating?" Draco pointed at the hoisin sauce Y/N had been dipping her meat in.
"Yeah, of course! It's one of my favorite sauces ever." She said, sliding the plate towards him.
Walking out of the store hand-in-hand, Y/N looked up at her boyfriend. "So, did you like the pho?" She asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
"Can we go next time I come to visit?" Draco asked, his teeth all on display, showing how happy he was.
"Anytime you'd like." Y/N said, rounding the corner to get the bikes back. "Mike, wake up." Y/N said, slightly kicking her uncle to get him out of his drunken haze. He only mumbled some incomprehensible words. "Ugh." She sighed, grabbing a pen she found on the ground next to him.
Y/N wrote on one of the napkins she stole from the restaurant.
We took the bikes. Love, Y/N/N.
"Let's go before he wakes up and thinks we're thieves." Y/N laughed to herself, thinking about that one time.
Y/N and Draco rode the bikes back to Ernie and Ethan's bodega and walked in. "Miss me?" Y/N said, giggling when Ernie pulled her in for a noogie, messing up her hair.
"Not this particular time, no." Ethan said, printing out a receipt for a small kid who was buying an ice cream bar.
"Whatever." Y/N rolled her eyes, handing over the bikes. "You know, you really should invest in a thicker cable. Some psychos could come cut it and steal your bike." She said, handing over the cut wire. "I'll buy you a new one."
"Thanks, Y/N. You've been a real angel to us." Ethan said sarcastically. "You must be the boyfriend?" He asked, looking Draco up and down, rubbing his hands together.
"Yes..." Draco said, not really sure of what to say. "I'm Draco. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand for a handshake, but Ethan pulled him in roughly.
"Ay, welcome to the family!" Ethan said, giving Draco a noogie.
"They do that." Y/N said. "We should be heading off. Aunt Beatrice is angry enough at my extended lunch break. Probably pissing her pants. Anyways, see you at dinner, guys." Y/N waved off, taking Draco's hand and taking him back to the store.
"Nice to meet you, posh guy!" Y/N's cousins laughed as they exited.
"How do you tell them apart?" Draco asked, taking brief glances into the stores they passed into.
Y/N shrugged. "Ernie's the one with the nose hair, Ethan's got the ear hair. You'll stay for dinner, right?" Y/N asked, looking up at the pensive boy.
"Of course, I'll owl my mother and tell her I'll be home late." Draco sniffed.
"Well, I hope you brought an owl with you because we don't have one." Y/N said, waving at a boy who lives across the street from her, buying a pack of Marlboros.
Draco gasped. "What? What happened to Búho?"
"We couldn't pay our taxes on time, so IRS took him away at the beginning of summer. Lucky for us, though, the smart bastard bit the driver and flew out the window. Ended up a free man, hasn't come back. Was even on the news!" Y/N smiled, reminiscing about her first pet. He was a gift from her grandma's inheritance.
"I'm sorry, Y/N." Draco said sadly. "That must've been awful."
"It was." Y/N frowned at the memory. He was a great messenger. "But you make everything better." She smiled up at him. "Alright, we're here." Y/N sighed tiredly, not wanting to go back inside to work another three hours. "Since you're here, you're gonna have to pitch in, you know? You can take half of my pay." She laughed, knowing Draco was the last person who needed handouts.
They walked into the store and were surprised to find Beatrice waiting for them. "There you two are." Beatrice grumbled, walking over to the happy couple. "Drake, was it?" She said, handing Draco an apron.
"Draco, ma'am." He cleared his throat nervously.
"Draco, right. You'll be working the cash register. Y/N'll teach you briefly, but the job's pretty self-explanatory." Y/N smiled, taking Draco away to the cash register. "And no funny business." She yelled from the back of the store.
"It is pretty self-explanatory." Y/N said, standing close to Draco as she scanned her ID in for him. "Scan the items like this." Y/N said, holding her hand over Draco's large ones. "And push this trigger right here to ring it up." She slightly squeezed her finger over his, the beep notifying them that he'd done it successfully. "When there's nothing left, you click this green button and take their method of payment." Y/N looked around before leaning in to whisper something. "And if a mean shirtless old man wearing a green belt comes in, just show him to the liquor aisle, please. He won't calm down until he gets his fix."
"Okay, I got it - scan, push, pay." Draco said, slightly proud of himself.
Y/N kissed his cheek. "I knew my baby wasn't just a pretty face." She said playfully, tapping his head as he frowned. "See you at seven." She said, walking away to do her duties.
The day was finally over, and Y/N and Draco could finally go home. "Ready to meet my family?" Y/N asked, walking over some half-eaten ribs thrown out across the lawn in front of the house.
"I thought I already have? You just live with your mom and Theo, right?" Draco asked.
Y/N shook her head mischievously. "It's our family's turn to cook dinner tonight. The Perez's have the weekends, Huynh's have Mondays and Tuesdays, Baldoni's have Wednesdays, Johnson's have Thursdays, and Nott's, that's me, have Fridays." She smiled, knocking on the front door in a rhythmic way that was difficult to remember.
"Do the curtains," Theo started, flicking up the mailbox flap to take a look at the visitors' shoes.
"Match the drapes?" Y/N finished, smiling when he opened the door.
"Hey, man, haven't seen you in a while." Theo said, hugging Draco briefly, kissing Y/N's forehead.
"Have you gotten started on the pasta?" Y/N asked, taking Draco's jacket off and hanging it up.
"Nah, you're better at that." Y/N glared. "I cut all the vegetables for the sauce." Theo said, offering a cigarette to Draco, which he shook his head to.
"Wow, you've done a lot more than I expected. Good job, Teddy." Y/N said, ruffling her brother's hair. "Where's Mom?"
"Where do you think?" Theo asked as if the answer was obvious.
"Working? Today's supposed to be her day off." Y/N said, walking over to the phone that hung on the wall, dialing her mom's number.
"She's a workaholic." Theo whispered to Draco. "So's your girlfriend." He said, pointing at an upset Y/N who was waiting for her mom to pick up.
"Ma?" Y/N asked, getting angrier when she heard techno-music in the background. "What are you doing at the club? Get your ass over here. You're supposed to be relaxing today." Y/N said, tapping her foot. "No, your son chopped up everything already. Look, Ma, don't worry about it, dinner will be great as always, but you need to get over here and rest until then." Y/N rolled her eyes at the response she got. "Theo, try to talk some sense into her, will you? Your mommy's little boy, anyway." Y/N said, handing the phone to Theo.
"Hi, Ma." Theo sighed. "Y/N/N and I have everything under control for dinner tonight. She took a few napkins from Pho Sho, Uncle Mike's coming over to help with the sauce and everything. You need to relax; this is the only day off you get for the week. Come home now, please." Y/N breathed deeply, hearing her mom give in on the other side of the phone. "Alright."
"Love you!" The two said in unison, hanging up the phone.
Draco smiled at them, and both of their brows furrowed in confusion, silently prodding him to explain. "You just... you seem to care a lot about your family."
"They're all I got." Theo said, shoving Y/N harshly to the side, which she flicked him off for. "I gotta go. I'll be back before dinner." He said, quickly kissing his sister on the cheek and patting Draco on the back.
"Where are you going?" Y/N asked, filling a pot up with boiling water.
"I won a bet. So Johnson kid owes me money." Theo shrugged.
"Oh, let him live. He's nine." Y/N said, rolling her eyes when Theo walked out, slamming the door behind him.
"House to ourselves?" Draco asked, walking over to Y/N.
"For a few hours..." She smirked. "Why, you planning on doin' somethin' about it?"
"Maybe." He shrugged.
"Well, if you help me make the pasta, I'll be done sooner." She said, pulling him in by the neck for a long and passionate kiss.
In an instant, Draco got his wand out and conjured a pot of pasta. Y/N turned around, surprised at her boyfriend's horniness.
"You know, if it weren't for you spending time with me today, I'd think you were only with me for my body!" Y/N joked, turning off the stove and running upstairs with Draco. "This is my room." Y/N said in-between kisses, kicking off hers and Draco's shoes. "That's where Theo sleeps." She said, taking off Draco's shirt. "That's my desk, where-"
"Y/N?" Draco asked, sucking on Y/N's neck.
"Yeah?" She said, breathing heavily as he approached one of her sweet spots.
"I didn't come up here for a room tour."
"What, this isn't turning you on?" Y/N laughed breathily, unzipping Draco's pants.
"Not exactly, no." He replied, taking off Y/N's work shirt.
"Well, what about this?" Y/N asked, and before Draco could ask what she was referring to, he felt it. She began pumping his large cock, reaching over for a bottle of lube that she hid in her bottom drawer. In-between moans, Draco raised an eyebrow at the contents of that drawer, getting a peek at some obscene items. "For the nights I miss you a little extra." Y/N shrugged, speeding up her wrist on Draco's lubed-up dick.
They kept on going until Draco had fully undressed Y/N. His moans were filling the room, and the air was getting thicker. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm close."
"I missed you." Y/N said, smiling in content at his proximity to climax.
"Me, too, baby." Draco said, his stomach filling with the feeling you get when you go on a roller-coaster.
Feeling Draco get unbelievably hard and his dick twitch, Y/N spoke. "Cum." She said, smirking to herself when he shot out pure white ribbons onto her stomach. Draco began trying to satisfy Y/N immediately after he'd climbed down from his high but was interrupted with a loud knock at the door.
"That important?" He asked, his warm hands feeling like electricity on Y/N's body.
"Could be." Y/N said sadly. "We'll continue this." She said, kissing his lips gently and dressing quickly in a tank top and some sweatpants, wiping the cum on her stomach with her work shirt that laid ruffled on the floor.
She peeked through the peephole and rolled her eyes. She opened the door, and a kid half her size sprinted inside. "Hey, Luca, come on in." She said sarcastically. "You came right at the wrong time, you know?"
"Why, kissing your boyfri-?" Luca was cut off by a tall man walking down the stairs, his hair messy.
"Yes. What are you doing here so early, bud? You're supposed to come at eight." Y/N said, crossing her arms.
"Dad says you're babysitting me and Mom,"
"Mom and I, baby." Y/N corrected.
"Sorry. Mom and I next week, so I thought we could get a headstart." He shrugged adorably. "Do you wanna make some popcorn?" He asked sheepishly.
"Sure, we watch a junk show?" Y/N asked from the kitchen as Draco followed her.
"Yeah!" Luca yelled from the living room.
"Luca, come here!" Y/N said. "I want you to meet my boyfriend."
Luca came into the kitchen awkwardly. "Hi, sir. I'm Y/N/N's cousin." He said, hugging Y/N's waist.
Y/N smiled and squeezed the little boy's cheeks. "You don't have to call him that, you know? Introduce yourself, love." Y/N said to Draco, watching the microwave spin the flat bag of popcorn.
"I'm Draco, sir." He teased, causing Luca to blush, a bit embarrassed. "What've you got there?" He asked, crouching down to be eye-level with Luca.
"My glasses - they broke last week, but I can't see without them, so I have to hold them like this." The boy responded, holding up thick frames to his eyes.
"Muggle?" Draco asked, turned to Y/N.
"Certainly not!" The little boy said, offended.
"Then you won't mind if I use a little magic?" Draco asked, waving his wand. "Oculus reparo."
"Oh my gosh, thank you!" Luca said, giving Draco a short hug that he wished had lasted longer.
"Anytime, buddy. You're not allowed to use magic in the house?" Draco asked Y/N and Luca.
"Well, we were until Uncle Mike used Engorgio on this sweet boy's mom, Beatrice." Y/N said, patting Luca's head. "Ma said she didn't want any of us getting any ideas, so she took all the kids' wands and hid them. Theo and I would've made more of a mess if she hadn't taken them away, so it's really not that big of a deal." Y/N reasoned, pouring the warm popcorn into a bowl.
"Come on, eat, Luca." Y/N said, throwing some popcorn into her mouth, offering him the bowl.
"Mm." Luca shrugged. "I want the M&M's."
"Well, you're lucky I bought you some candy from Aunt Beatrice's store today." Y/N smiled, reaching up into a counter where she hid the small bag of chocolates.
"Thanks, Y/N!" Luca said, taking the bowl and running off into the living room. "Come on! Let's see what's on!"
"He seems different from the rest of your family." Draco noted, holding Y/N's hand to the couch.
"I'm trying to keep him pure." Y/N said. "He doesn't need to know about our struggles or how we fight to keep food on the table for him. He just needs to be a kid."
"I love you. I think you'll be a great mom." Draco simpered, throwing an arm around her as Y/N leaned into his chest.
"I love you, too. And I think I will, too." She said, coming up to give him a quick peck on the lips.
"Gross." Luca said, popping some more food into his mouth. "Hey, why don't we watch this? This looks cool!" He said, stopping on the TLC channel.
"Long Island Medium?" Draco asked, unsure of where Long Island even was.
"Yeah, they're doing re-runs! It'll be good to see a medium in action before I get my acceptance letter this summer." Luca said, turning up the volume. He was eleven, bound to get it this summer if only his powers or magic had kicked in.
"You still think you're gonna get it?" Y/N said, feeling bad for the boy.
"I still have hope. We still have a few more weeks until school starts." Luca smiled worriedly, stuffing himself with more popcorn.
Y/N looked at Draco anxiously and went back to laying her head on his chest.
The hours went by fast, and soon enough, almost thirty people were in the house, empty and ready for dinner. "Uncle Mike, how much longer until the sauce is ready?" Y/N asked, setting the table where Ethan, Ernie, and their father, Earl, sat, yelling at each other even though they were no more than three feet away.
"Uh, four minutes." He grumbled as his stomach did.
"Pasta looks great, sweetie. Al dente." Mrs. Nott smiled, hugging her from behind. "Sit down, dears. You've both been a great help." She said to Draco and Y/N.
Draco smiled as Y/N pulled out his seat for him. "I'm supposed to do that." He said, rolling his eyes when Y/N sat down without letting him seat her.
"No, no." Earl said, taking the last sip of his beer. "In this family, the women dominate."
Y/N just looked at Draco and nodded. "Yep. That's how it is." She said, remembering the orgasm she'd just given Draco a few hours ago.
"Dinner's ready! I'll serve!" Theo said, yelling over five families.
"Aw, what's the occasion?" Y/N got up, helping her brother, regardless of what he said.
"Your boyfriend's homecoming." Y/N rolled her eyes at this.
When everybody had gotten their penne bolognese, Y/N and her brother sat down, finally digging into their meal. Draco, the Perez family (Earl, Ethan, and Ernie), and Mrs. Nott were the only ones who waited for them.
"Mm, great pasta, Y/N/N." Theo said, nodding his head at the taste.
"Thanks, you did a great job cutting the vegetables." Y/N laughed.
"Yeah, but not as good as Uncle Mike did on the sauce." Theo said a little louder so he could hear.
"Thanks, guys." He smiled. It was always endearing when that happened because it happened about once a week - maybe twice if you were lucky to see it.
The families ate together, some in the living room, some on the stairs, and some at the dining table that seated the Notts, Perez's, and Draco.
Noticing how quiet her boyfriend was, she leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Do you like it, baby? 'S good?"
Draco could only nod with wide eyes, meat sauce dribbling down his chin. Y/N smiled, wiping it off with the napkins she'd taken from the Li's. "Good." She said, rubbing his back sweetly.
"Pst, Draco." Ernie whispered to Draco while Y/N got up to serve herself some more pasta. "You're not fucking her, are you?" He asked.
"'Cause we got eyes... everywhere." Ethan said from beside him.
"And we know a lot of guys..." Theo said, waggling his eyebrows "threateningly."
"Will you stop harassing my boyfriend?" Y/N said, swatting all three of their heads as she sat back down.
"Ow. Just talking about baseball, Y/N/N." Ethan put his hands up defensively. "Your boyfriend here seems really knowledgable."
Y/N put her cup of water down as she looked the boys in the eyes. "Draco doesn't watch baseball."
"What do you watch, then, uh, Quidditch?" Ernie asked, taking another bite of his pasta.
"Yep. Actually, I've got some spots to the Holyhead Harpies game against Montrose Magpies tomorrow, if you all want to go?" Draco asked, looking at the entire table. "They're the best spots in the house." Draco asked. The table got quiet.
"Are you serious?" Ethan's jaw dropped.
"Of course we wanna go, get out of here!" Ernie said, which cued Y/N to shake her head at Draco to let him know that's not what he actually meant.
"I've gotta admit it, Y/N, you got a keeper." Ethan said to Y/N, roughing Draco up a bit.
"I know." Y/N said smugly, finishing her food.
"Ay, anybody got a cig? Oh, shit!" Y/N's Uncle Earl said, his clothes lit on fire. He'd been playing with his lighter for a few seconds at the table, which Y/N's mom, his older sister, seated next to him, scolded him not to do.
"What did I tell you was going to happen?" Mrs. Nott said, getting away from him. "Where's that damn fire extinguisher when you need it? Stop, drop, and roll, Earl!" She yelled, rummaging through the cabinets for the red tank.
Luca rushed over and panicked, seeing his uncle yelling in agony and desperation. He closed his eyes and zoned out the noise, only thinking about the fire. Then, he extended his hand outwards and sprung water from the palm of his hand.
In an instant, the fire was over. Everyone looked around, trying to absorb the moment and what had just happened. Then, everybody screamed.
"Yeah, that's my son!" Beatrice yelled, throwing him over her shoulders with ease and running outside. One good effect of the engorgement charm - she was freakishly strong now. Everybody left the house, following her and huddling up around the tall boy. "We got a hydrokinetic in the family, everyone!"
"Luca! Luca! Luca!" Everybody cheered, their happy faces illuminated by the warm yellow-toned streetlights. A car alarm went off, and a few people tripped over some empty beer bottles, but the moment was perfect.
"I like your family a lot, love." Draco smiled at Y/N, watching them celebrate.
"It's a good thing you're a part of it now, then." Y/N said, throwing her arms around his neck and cupping his face for a kiss.
"And Y/N's got a boy toy!" Dep's grandfather, a member of the Huynh family, said, pointing at the happy couple.
Y/N and Draco felt themselves being lifted up. Y/N reached her hand for Draco's, and for a moment, it felt like they were flying.
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study buddies :: cc!multiple x reader
fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some headcanons if the mcyts were trying to help you do hw :D
cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade
tommyinnit
i feel like he’s the type to be in a long discord call with you whilst you both try to finish your work
mans uses the screensharing feature like there’s no tomorrow
“y/n watch my stream on discord and help me guess the answers”
“tommy no! i haven’t even taken a film class before”
“your guess is good as mine”
“just cheat and google the answers!!!”
“fuck you”
he actually just wants your attention because he’s bored out of his mind doing homework
five minutes later of asking you to help him guess questions he’s like
“hey y/n”
“what now?”
“let’s play bedwars”
“oh my god shut up!!!”
if tommy has to speedrun something before a deadline, it is a whole different story tho; he will be so focused on completing that he won’t hear what you’re saying
if you’re struggling in math, you’re on your own
“math is shit, only numbers i need is my primes and youtube analytics” says tommy any time you complain about math
besides the fact he isn’t good at solving math problems, you can’t even read his handwriting if he did try showing you how to do a problem
“okay, y/n, it’s simple, just look” he says in his kareninnit voice and everything
you’d be like “is the variable a G or a 9??”
“fuck you that’s a 4!!!”
tubbo
i don’t know if tubbo ever talked about school before but something about him makes me think he’s actually pretty good at math
like he can explain a few things when it comes to math / algebra
CODING GO BRRRR
no geometry or calculus though, anything past algebra will go bad
if tubbo is doing homework with you, he will definitely tune you out
“hey tubbo can you help me on this question?”
you don’t get a response until like 20 minutes later
“oh yeah, what was it y/n?”
like now you answer? i just got the answer myself after so long, forget you smh
“oh nothing tubbo, nevermind!”
but you’re still grumbling in your head because if he answered just a bit earlier you wouldn’t have gone through the work of finding the answer online
i can also imagine if you’re taking chemistry tubbo is like ;
“oh you’re taking chemistry? let’s make some bombs!” /lh
tubbo would definitely pull an all-nighter with you to finish your projects together
if you had a group project, he would make you do the writing part while he does the drawing part
“we definitely aced this project”
“of course we did, if i made you draw we would’ve ended up with stick figure diagrams”
“TUBBO. THE FUCK?”
ranboo
okay i know ranboo said he isn’t a theatre or band kid (unless im wrong and forgetful) but i feel like he’d be somewhat educated in the topics nonetheless
half the time he’s great moral support, helping you stay motivated !
the other half is him making fun of you
“i cant believe you’re failing, that is so sad, can’t be me”
“it’s literally an honors class, ranboo! it’s supposed to be hard!!”
“taking an honors class willingly? also cant be me AHAHA”
i honestly can’t see ranboo going to school like i know he’s a minor and said he had zoom calls before and plays volleyball but like did i miss something? has he dropped out yet? like something about ranboo does not scream “student” /lh
besides that, i’m not sure what subject he would actually be good in,,, but something about nutrition/health sciences,, he knows a few things
don’t get me wrong, i don’t think he actually likes the subject but somehow remembers what he learned from the class
also gives me the type of energy of the type of person to take a first aid class to be a certified person to do cpr on someone just to kill time during his lunch breaks for a while or something
“i am a certified cpr person”
“my life in ranboo’s hands? oh god please no”
you two would probably joke about the ‘bad’ people in your classes or talk shit about your schools than actually doing anything homework related ngl AHAHAH
“you think your school is down bad? mine went back to campus full time after like 6 months into quarantine because they were running out of money”
“what the hell y/n? your school is a scam, drop out”
“arghhhh i knowww”
“i bet i make more money than your teachers combined AHAHAH”
wilbur soot
he doesn’t seem like the best person to ask for help for homework but can info dump you on very specific historical events + a bit of geography
i kinda see him as the person you can ask to proof read an essay for you and would help it improve immensely
who needs a thesaurus when you have vocabulary boy wilbur?
i dunno if it’s an american thing only or at all, but if/when you get to studying hamilton in your english class, he will get so fucking excited
“no wilbur it isn’t fun! imagine listening to lin-manuel miranda rap ‘alexander hamilton’ at the white house from like 2009 on repeat for over an hour whilst trying to write an analysis about it!! it was so distracting”
“well clearly someone has a personal problem with mr lin-manuel. if i were you, i’d be singing the whole thing”
is this last bit personal and complete spite from my freshman year english class? yes. i do not care? no. /hj
unrelated but i actually scribbled nice guy ballad lyrics and other songs on my english scratch papers in freshman year but anyway
probably isn’t the best person to be in a call to do homework with but wilbur doesn’t mind you ringing him occasionally sometimes
i dunno i can just see him easily get bored of the silence or something but also doesn’t want to bother you too much
but he is genuinely proud of you whenever you tell him you aced a big test you were studying for :D
philza
this man’s bad advice is as bad as him trying to help you on any subject
he’s an old man so /hj
but like honestly, he hasn’t been at school for so long, phil can probably only help with the most basic things when it comes to school
if you have a wack teacher that makes you collect data through surveying people, phil would be one of the best people to ask! straightforward and won’t take too much of your time compared to other people ahem,,
statistics things ! sobs
if you ever complain a lot about your classes and contemplating dropping out and stuff, he will def scold you hard
“ugh phillllllllll can i just like,, never go to school again?”
“do not drop out”
“argh fine, i won’t just ‘cause philza minecraft said so”
honestly if you get a high score in a big test like your sats/gcse’s (whatever you’re taking from wherever you are) he’d probably order you a small meal or something to celebrate :D
like how phil bought ranboo bought him food to his house, it would start as a joke but when you get your test scores back he’s like “YOOO GOOD JOB Y/N”
expect a left meat pizza coming to your house .
technoblade
like wilbur, techno is also helpful when it comes to history!
def knows a decent bit of literature too
besides that i don’t really see him being that helpful
even if he was supposed to be an english major
he will just get mad at the school system for teaching you useless things
“being in school is good but why do you need to know how to know if something is a triangle or not? i can obviously see with my eyes that it’s a triangle”
“i dunno! ask the person that made up geometry”
“just look at a kaleidoscope and be over with it, it isn’t that hard”
“that isn’t how it works—”
“bruhhh”
if you’re looking for the person to call while doing homework, he is not the person /lh
it’s either like 0 or 100 with techno
he can just completely not say anything and ignore you or go on a full rant about whatever class or homework you have
if you have an essay you need written, it will take a lot of bribing but he might take the opportunity if you are rich
“techno i’ll paypal you $10 please help me”
“no. i can make 10 times that amount in 5 minutes if i just started streaming right now”
“techno i don’t have that kind of money! pleaseee”
“no. instead of complaining, you can use that time to actually start you work”
“you’re the worst”
then you speedrun the essay and get an A just to spite him
#dream smp imagines#dream smp x reader#dream smp x y/n#dream smp headcanons#sbi imagine#sbi x reader#sbi headcanons#mcyt imagine#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n#mcyt x you#mcyt headcanons
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Under Pressure ~ HJS [Request]
WORD COUNT: 2.2K
GENRE: Stressed reader, angst with a fluffy ending, establish-relationship, Sweet boyfriend Jisung
PAIRING: Jisung x Fem!Reader
A/N: I hope you enjoy this sweetie! @crispy-chan
The moment Jisung walked into the cafe he knew there was something wrong with you, normally you would rush over to him with a smile across your face ready to greet him and get him sat down but today you were nowhere to be seen. You worked in a small cafe just around the corner from the JYP building so whenever Jisung had a break or some free time he would dress up in a cap, glasses and mask to come and meet you, it had been that way since the start of your relationship. It wasn't often that you got to spend time alone together so you took every opportunity you could to get together.
"Take a seat, I'll be with you in just a moment," A new worker said as he took Jisung over to a booth, Jisung kept glancing around the cafe. It wasn't that large so there weren't that many places that you could have been hiding from him, you couldn't have been on your break since it was a rush time in the cafe. The time was busiest since everyone wanted to have something to eat before heading to their offices for the rest of the afternoon.
"If you're looking for Y/n, she's in the back." The manager said as she caught Jisung looking around, of course, she knew who he was since he came into the cafe frequently enough.
"Go back and see her, she looks tired though." Jisung knew you'd been a little more stressed than usual lately because you had assignments and exam's coming up but you were smart there was nothing you couldn't handle.
"Thanks," He mumbled heading through the kitchen door and towards the small office you were cramped inside of with books surrounding you.
"This is where they keep the princess?" He chuckled sitting down beside you on one of the chairs and staring at the books that were in front of you. You must have been so lost in the words as you hadn't even noticed someone sitting next to you until Jisung touched your cheek.
"Shit!" You screamed out jumping back on the seat and looking at him, your eyes were wide with fear and Jisung laughed softly.
"You didn't hear me?" You shook your head, greeting him with a quick peck on the cheek before looking back down at your book. There were five exam's you were crunching for this week and not one of them was going to leave you enough time to also finish four assessments that you had to write up. Everything felt as though it was piling up on top of you, Jisung reached his hand out and touched yours instantly making you feel calmer with the smallest of touches.
"Relax, you're ready for these exams." He whispered encouragingly to you as he began to rub your knuckles softly, he knew how hard you were on yourself about things but he didn't want you to start beating yourself up over anything.
"When was the last time you got some sleep? I mean real sleep, not what you and Chan call sleep," He mumbled as he watched you, your eyes had bags underneath them so he knew you hadn't slept well for days.
"I slept last night," You lied. He knew you were lying since you wouldn't look at him and you scratched the base of your neck it was your give-away sign.
"Want me to come around tomorrow? I'll cook us something to eat and we can study together...I'll ask you questions," You smiled at the thought of him helping you study despite having no idea what you had to do for those exams.
"That would be great...But can you get-" He kissed your lips to stop you from asking if he could get the time off, if it was for you he would do anything in his power.
"Consider me already there, no go home and get some real sleep." He begged you as he looked at you, cupping your face in his hands while he rubbed his thumb under your eyes. You snuggled into his touch enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours,
"I have another shift, I only had a two-hour break to cram some studying into. I'll go home after," You promised as he got up from the chair to walk him out, Jisung knew from the wording of your sentence that you would go home but that didn't mean you would rest.
"Just promise me you'll get rest," You nodded at him, quickly kissing him before heading over to the till to help your manager take orders and serve the customers that were inside.
Jisung sighed to himself as he watched you plaster on a fake energetic smile for people and he headed out of the cafe wondering what he was going to have to do to get you to sleep.
The next day Jisung had text you non-stop to find out what you wanted him to cook and what time you wanted him to come around to the apartment but there had been no responses from you for the last four hours.
"Maybe she's asleep or doing some studying," Chan tried to calm down Jisung's racing thoughts but he'd been worried about you since leaving the cafe yesterday. After seeing the state you were in he couldn't help but be filled with worry that you were going to end up crashing or passing out from exhaustion.
"Babe, I got the ingredients for your favourite meal and Felix made brownies for us to share," Jisung announced as he unlocked the door to your apartment with his spare key but there was no response. He knew you were home because your favourite pair of shoes were by the door and your lights were all on,
"Babe?" He called out, taking off his shoes and heading into the kitchen where he saw a cold pot of tea sitting on the side with some tablets that were open. Paracetamol and ibuprofen were sitting there with a half-drunken glass of water, he hated the thought of you having a headache as much as he hated the fact that you were staying awake so much.
"Y/N?" He whispered as he walked further into the apartment in case you were asleep somewhere you shouldn't have been and that was when he saw you. Fast asleep with your head laying on top of your textbooks, highlight in hand as you snored softly. He sighed to himself as he walked over to you, you were out cold.
"What am I going to do with you?" He chuckled to himself as he got closer to you, spotting that you had a sticky note pressed against your face and a bright coloured highlighter marker on your cheek.
"Cute," He whispered making sure to snap a photo of the moment before he attempted to move you to your bedroom.
"Here we go," He grunted as he laid you down in the bed, carefully taking off your jeans so you wouldn't have to sleep in the horrible fabric, he pulled the sheets over your body before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Sleep well beautiful," He said before leaving the room to go and clean up your apartment. It was the least he could since it was in such a mess, you must not have had much time to clean between, work and studying and he didn't blame you. Beginning in the dining room where he had found you he started by collecting your notes together, sliding everything into the correct books before leaving to go and clean up the kitchen.
Waking up to the smell of cooking you sat up in bed, holding your head as the headache still hadn't left yet.
"Fuck," You whispered to yourself as you kicked yourself out from the bed only to remember the last thing you had been doing was waiting for your tutor to call you on the laptop at the kitchen table and now you were in bed with no pants on.
"Shit!" You yelled out running into the hallway and into the kitchen to see Jisung standing over the over stirring something in a large pot, he jumped when he heard you running to your laptop that was now shut down and everything was cleared away.
"Where are my notes?! Did my tutor call?! Why are you here?!" Your voice was hoarse as you panicked at Jisung but this only filled him with more worry as he thought you were getting sick.
"I came in and you were asleep so I cleaned up for you, I figured it was no big deal-"
"No big deal?! Jisung I had a fucking meeting to be at! Did you not think about that when you moved me?!" You snapped as you began trying to load your laptop up as fast as you could,
"No, I was too busy worrying my girlfriend had overworked himself," He answered snarkily as he poured some soup into a bowl and brought it over to the table for you but you didn't even thank him or glance away from your laptop.
"Great! Just fucking great I missed my meeting and now I'm going to be behind on the studying!" As you yelled out in frustration you went to pull your legs into your chest, knocking the table ultimately knocking the soup over and spilling it over your books.
"Fuck sake Jisung!" You screamed picking up the books and trying to clean them before the hot liquid ruined the notes and books that you desperately needed.
"Y/n, calm down." Jisung tried to take the books from you to help but you let tears roll down your face as you saw everything that was inside was ruined, notes smudged over that was unreadable, pages were sticking together. Everything you had been working so hard on was gone within seconds.
"This is your fault! Why should I calm down?! Why are you even here!?" You snapped once again, throwing the books down onto the table as you cried to yourself. The stress of your exams, working and your lack of sleep all finally hitting you at once as you broke down into a pool of tears, Jisung let out a breath as he saw you. He knew you weren't mad at him so he wasn't going to get upset over you yelling at him,
"For this exact reason, you're too stressed...You haven't been sleeping Y/n...I came by to help," You shook your head as you stared at the ruined notes,
"Everything is gone, I'm going to fail my exams." You whimpered as Jisung pulled you into his embrace and kissed the top of your head trying to remind you that it was going to be fine but you kept shaking your head and telling him that everything was gone.
"You're so smart Y/n, you already know everything that was going to be in the exam." He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he tried to get you to calm down but nothing was going to work. The tiredness you were experiencing with the small cold you were getting was making you overreact to everything and right now it was the end of the world as you knew it.
"You don't get it because you never had to do this! Not all of us can just get out of school and just go on to be famous!" You snapped at him, trying to push him away as you sobbed into your hands but he wasn't going to let you go that easily.
When you woke up again you were curled up against Jisung in your bed, his arms were wrapped around you tightly as he snored and you whined feeling sweaty from being so close to him.
"You're finally awake?" You stared at Jisung confused as he questioned you,
"What do you mean finally?" He sat you both up as he looked at you sighing,
"You passed out after eating dinner with me and it's been a day since. You've been in and out of sleep since, waking up to pee and drink water." He looked at you with sad eyes, reaching up to feel how hot your skin was and smiling to himself as he realised you weren't as hot as you were the day before.
"Your temperature's gone down so that's good." You looked at him with a frown and he kissed your forehead softly,
"I'm sorry for yelling at you," You mumbled as you remember everything that had happened the day before, yelling at him for something you had done.
"Don't worry about it. Your tutor called and I explained that you were sick, he's extending your assessments and allowing you to retake the exams when you're better." A wave of relief washed over you as you looked at Jisung, no idea how you were ever going to thank him for what he did.
"I'll never stop thanking you," You snuggled into him, kissing his shoulder as he shook his head at you.
"Just make sure you get enough rest, that's the only thanks I need." He told you as he held you closer to him.
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I'd love to hear more of your Phobditor HCs!!
ohoho thank you for enabling me anon i am going to kiss you directly on the mouth /pl
also slight warning for spoilers to the new(??) ending of project nexus!! i don't talk explicitly about what happens in general, but the stuff involving phobos is mentioned in the very first hc so for those of you who don't wanna be spoiled you can just skip that one lol. grab sum popcorn lads this one's a long one snbcnkcnvmv
Phobditor HCs!!
rbs very much appreciated 👉👈
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so i hc that phobos didn't actually get banished at the end of MPN, but he did get his ass handed to him to the point where he was so injured and drained of energy that he couldn't use most of his abilities. he went into hiding for a while and eventually found the AAHW, which he proceeded to join since he didn't really have anywhere else to go. after he'd healed and returned to his full strengh the auditor recognised how potentially useful he could be as a second in command, but ofc he'd have to earn her trust first. normally i don't try to make things make sense like this but since the auditor isn't actually in MPN i thought i'd at least try lmao
the auditor: ruthless girlboss by day, feral spouse-adjacent shithead by night
phobos is basically the same but instead he's manipulate mansplain by day and malewife manwhore by night /hj
before they got closer they'd never really physically interacted w/ each other, so phobos kind of assumed the auditor would be at least slightly painful to touch [cuz yknow. she's made of fire lmao]. plus he'd witnessed her setting things and people on fire with her bare hands before and he'd rather not get turned into a walking bonfire, thanks. the closest she'd ever been to touching him previously was like flicking the antenna on his helmet to piss him off
but like way, WAY later he finds out that audi can actually manipulate the temperature of their flames to an extent, so when they touch his hand for the first time he's really surprised when they're just like. pleasantly warm. kinda like the fuzziness you feel after you drink something hot but on the outside of your body
however this has also resulted in phobos using her as a mobile safety blanket lmao. sometimes if it gets too cold in the office he'll wander up to her and bug her until she folds a wing around him and tucks his head under her chin
when he's being a shithead sometimes she'll just pick him up by the back of his jacket and drag him off like a disobedient kitten lmao
They don't really have a super crazy height difference normally [i hc that audi is around 6'3 and phobos is 5'10 if he's not slouching] but sometimes she just morphs herself to have a several-foot height advantage just to fuck with him. like she'll appear in his office as this 9-foot-tall behemoth and he'll just be like "?? excuse me?? ma'am?? you can't do this to me???"
before he got to know her better, phobos had no idea the auditor preferred she/they pronouns over they/it like the agents around him seemed to think. he never made a big deal out of it and never explicitly brought it up, but he remembers to switch it up for her every now and then. plus whenever audi overhears him doing that she gets all fuzzy inside sfbfnckvj
phobos really likes her wings. he actually might be a little jealous of them, but he'd never tell her that sfvngk
ever since audi found out about this, they tend to subtly unfurl them and use them to gesticulate more when he's around. occasionally she'll use the claws at the peaks of her wings on touchscreens in place of a finger n stuff. she's also [gently] swatted him upside the head with a wing a few times when he was being a dickhead, but it doesn't really hurt him lol
she also lets him pet them when they're not busy. contrary to what he'd assumed, it doesn't actually feel like a whole lot to her - she's described the feeling as something similar to how it feels to have someone tracing their fingers along the back of your hand
phobos stims sometimes!! he has a bad habit of masking while he's working since a few of them are vocal and he doesn't want to distract anyone, but if he's just hanging out with audi he's totally chill. one of his more common ones is when he thinks out loud, either quietly narrating his current train of thought or saying unrelated words - usually confirmations like 'yeah' or 'mhm' - out loud cuz he thinks they're fun to say. occasionally he'll start humming low in his throat kinda like a microwave cuz he likes how his voice feels in his chest
also when he's standing idle sometimes he holds his arms closer to his chest and fidget with them
the auditor doesn't stim, but to people who know them well their wings are like big signs that can wordlessly describe how they're feeling [which is like my favourite thing to write cos wing emoting is really fun skdjbknk]. occasionally they might subtly flutter their wings when they're very pleased or receive good news, or flare them out when they're irritated/stressed
i always forget that phobos is actually like super powerful in canon so i hc that audi does too lmao. like it always slips her mind that he can teleport too so she'll dramatically disappear after telling him off for doing some dumb shit and fuckin scream when he somehow appears in the same room as her less than a second later
phobos has a red and black lava lamp in his office!! he'd never admit it but he got it cuz it reminds him of audi :]
phobos loves watching audi in combat for some reason. i mean he already likes watching them do stuff so he can backseat drive, but he's also quietly admitted that her fighting style is interesting to watch
he can't really put it into words, but it's because the way they fight looks incredibly effortless and fluid, mainly due to them having so much time to adapt to and understand their powers [both their original powers and the ones granted by the halo]. when phobos' own abilities started to surface he was incredibly unstable and struggled to properly harness them for months, so he thinks it's nice to watch someone who actually knows what they're doing for once.
much to the auditor's surprise, phobos is actually a bit insecure behind all that confudence, particularly about scars. after being close to her for a while, phobos came out of his shell a bit and explained how he managed to grant himself his powers/abilities, which is something i'll absolutely go further in depth with later [via a longer hc that i'm gonna post eventually lol] but to summarise he basically infused himself with raw madness in what he's eloquently dubbed 'the incident'. Of course, doing that to himself didn't come without consequence, and he's permanently scored with a variation of lightning & burn scars on his forearms, thighs, and most of his torso.
for the longest time, the most casual thing he'd wear even around just her was the long-sleeved sweater he wore underneath his trench coat, and he refused to change even if he was literally overheating. though eventually after he told her about what happened he felt way more comfortable and now whenever they're in their shared room audi practically has to throw a shirt at him to get him to wear one sbkcjcnk
the auditor has a sort of subspace/pocket dimension where they can store different items and recall them at will. normally it's pretty empty, but ever since she grew to like phobos she's started keeping miscellaneous things in there for him. sometimes she pulls out a drink or snack that he likes, sometimes she pulls out a little water gun with phobos' name scrawled on it and shoots him with it when he's being a shithead
they are both,, SO fucking touch-starved. like they will not let go of each other [at least if they're not currently in the middle of something or around agency employees] cuz internally they're both just going "wow!!! that's a hand i'm holding!!!!! there's a hand holding my hand!!!! wow!!!!!! i love this!!!!!"
having one eye isn't exactly the best thing for depth perception, especially when you're really tired, so sometimes audi has to hold phobos' hand and guide him around in the mornings because he can [and has] walked into walls and counters
even since before they became a thing, phobos had been a little envious of the auditor's halo and the powers it granted her. he used to subtly try to yoink it from her, maliciously at first but far more playfully later, where he'd like lightly grab it and give it a gentle spin above her head like a mobile. but his infatuation with the halo kinda died after she decided to let him borrow/try it out once by allowing him to link with it
by linking i essentially mean like wearing it, but the halo is so powerful that you can't just 'wear' it without letting it bond with a part of you
long story short, he went into it with far too much overconfidence & cockiness and the halo violently rejected him, kind of like how it rejected the auditor once. he wasn't at all prepared for the sheer amount of power that surged through him the moment it started to link with him, so it essentially short-circuited his brain and knocked him unconscious for the better part of a week. when he woke again, the auditor told him he was lucky his head didn't explode and calmly suggested they never tried that again, and he felt inclined to agree.
of course, he still toys with the halo while the auditor's properly linked with it since he knows it can't link to more than one host at a time. and despite his seeming ease and "it's in the past" sort of mentality about the whole event, if someone mentions the concept of him actually taking the halo and linking with it again, he'll shudder and shake his head, saying it's not his place to do so.
the auditor has no doubt it delivered a pretty harsh blow to his ego [being rejected by the thing that would make him a god would prolly do that], but knows he's too prideful to admit that.
audi likes listening to phobos when he goes off on super long monologues, especially if they're like those super cheesy villain monologues. like he could literally be talking about anything and she'll sit there to hear him out, especially if it's less related to work and more about himself
the auditor is super deliberate in the way they pronounce things and they tend to casually drawl their words out to further cement their cool, unbothered boss persona. however the way she talks doesn't really intimidate phobos anymore since he's also been next to her right after she's been woken up, when she's mumbling quietly & slurring some of her words together. he knows the big scary boss side of the auditor is just a persona used for everyone but him, so he feels a lot more at ease with them even when they're trying to be scary
even after being together for a while, phobos still has no fucking idea what the auditor is made of. like he's admitted to her that he's genuinely clueless, and if she lets him he'll spend like 99% of their downtime quietly interacting with her flames [read: curling his fingers through them and petting them] while he muses about his hypotheses for how stuff like her liquidy-shadow form works. they were a little suspicious of his motives at first, but after they relaxed they realised he was just genuinely curious and willing to share his concepts to see if he was right
they have like. the smoothest banter anyone at the agency has seen. like it's super cheesy back-and-forth stuff that wouldn't sound out of place in an 80s sitcom, but it just kinda flows out when they're both comfortable. and ofc they'd deny it if anyone mentioned it but they literally banter like an old married couple lmAO
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#madness combat#madness auditor#madness phobos#phobditor#this ended up being way longer than i anticipated but writing this was the most fun i've had in months /gen#oh and sorry if the formatting is a little fucky lmao#i tried to keep related hcs closer together while setting different ones apart if that makes sense??#gfnsbkjck i had to refrain myself from writing more about certain hcs like audi's wing emoting or phobos fucking up his link with the halo#if anyone wants me to elaborate on those i won't shut up about them ever LMAO#still tysm anon this was very very fun /gen#gel.txt
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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader)
➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 1.6k words
➷Humor, fluff, awkwardness ofc
➷ Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2
Thankfully, Hajime’s parents had busied themselves in the morning. Probably out grocery shopping, he’d mentioned off hand.
With Hajime the one blindfolding you now, you can finally place yourself in his shoes, an uneasy humiliation enveloping your bones.
“We can’t exactly dress each other everyday for school, can we?”
You mumble, as Hajime lets you tug the loose tee overhead. It seems he wanted little to do with this dress up game scenario, while simultaneously attempting to save himself from the embarrassment of you catching an eyeful of his junk.
He pulls off the blindfold and stares with an uncomfortable expression and blush. You’ve been doing a lot of blushing today since... well, since you woke up in each other’s bodies.
“I guess not. But I’ll respect your body, don’t worry.”
He huffs, folding his arms across his chest.
A short gasp comes from his lips, clearly not used to having a set of breasts, and he pulls his arms away quicker than you’ve probably ever moved yourself. Hajime awkwardly settles for resting his hands at his hips, and you stifle the snort that threatens to escape.
“I trust you, Hajime. Don’t worry. And same goes for me! I won’t eat junk food before bed, and I’ll work out a lot too!”
You announce while fist pumping the air, and he rolls his eyes.
“You better. Come on, let’s go before my mom and dad get back.”
A lot of changes had to be made to accommodate your... new lifestyle.
You decided it was best to swap phones, considering you each have the same model and should probably be conversing with your classmates and friends with some sort of vague continuity.
You also had a rather short lived and awkward conversation about bathroom time and changing.
And on the way to the park, you discussed the people you each talked with the most in class, how to talk to them, and to take notes properly.
You’re thorough if anything, trying to make this awful situation as easy as you can possibly make it.
“This is exhausting... and we haven’t even gotten to play volleyball yet.”
You bounce the volleyball in the grass, huffing at the torture this body swap is turning out to be.
“At least you can spike, and have a mean serve. It would have been way worse for me if you were a libero.”
At least Hajime is looking on the bright side.
“We just have to get used to our bodies.”
You attempt to reason alongside him, amping each other up.
By the time the sun sets, you’re both panting in the grass next to each other. All former encouragements and hype lost, replaced by the dread of the coming Monday.
“We’re so fucked, I’m not used to being this tall, or having these limbs.”
You wave your arms around in the grass for emphasis, turning to gaze at your partner in this disaster.
“I feel like I’ve been launched back to middle school, it’s hard to get used to being short again.”
Hajime hums in agreement.
“I’m not that short! You’re just tall!”
“Not that tall!”
He grimaces, and you think you hear him mutter something about one more centimeter.
Before you can delve back to wallowing in misery, Hajime speaks up again,
“Whatever, we actually started doing pretty good by the end. It’s not the level we’re usually at, but I’m sure we can fake it in practice well enough. Chalk it up to being sick or something. We’ll be back to normal soon enough.”
Sitting upright, he musters a confident look that warms your chest. You’re glad he’s being optimistic, pushing away the negative thoughts that keep rearing up.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Now let’s get food, I’m starved.”
“Agedashi tofu is the best after practice.”
He’s gleaming, and you think it looks more natural on your face than the stern countenance that seems trademark to Hajime. Though, you do miss the rare occasions you got too see that expression on his normal face... so you make a mental note to take plenty of happy face selfies while you’re in this body.
You can’t help the soft laugh, imagining all the faces you could make in Hajime’s body he wouldn’t be caught dead making normally. When he eyes you warily, you shake your head and respond before he catches on to your plan.
“The katsudon here is way better, you’re crazy.”
You grin, mouth watering as you bring a pork cutlet to your lips.
When you bite in, it turns out to be less satisfying than you remembered.
‘Weird, this place has really good katsudon.’
When you peer over at Hajime, he seems to be sharing a similar dilemma.
“How is it?”
You tilt your head up, gazing cautiously at him.
“It’s... okay.”
He frowns, can he seriously not enjoy agedashi tofu right now? Or was it just made bad?
“Right. Same here.”
The two of you pause, stewing for a second at the disappointment of your favorite meals, before both having the same idea to swap plates.
When you bite into your newly swapped dishes, you both simultaneously break out into wide grins.
“Whaaat, this is so good!”
“’katsudon’s not so bad either.”
You burst out into laughter,
“I guess our tastes have been swapped too.”
“I was beginning to think this would just be a nightmare. But there’s some fun things involved.”
Hajime hums, taking another hearty bite from the katsudon. You smile at his enthusiasm, before returning to your dish.
You continue to idly chatter about things that might be important to know, before walking home together.
When you reach the end of the street, Hajime almost makes the mistake of turning to the Iwaizumi residence. When he freezes, you realize you were equally ready to freely waltz into your own house.
You both awkwardly switch sides on the sidewalk, silently acknowledging the blunder with a light laugh.
“I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Have a good night,” you pause, “Y/N!”
You wink at him, chuckling at the sour expression. If you thought referring to yourself as Hajime was weird, it’s even more unsettling to call yourself by name.
Hajime rolls his eyes before waving goodbye.
“Yeah yeah... Hajime. See you tomorrow.”
The interaction certainly is odd, but you laugh with a grin nonetheless. Despite the fucked up situation, it’s kind of cool to have a secret to share with Hajime.
You just hope it isn’t permanent.
When Hajime turns to the your household, he feels the nervousness come back full force.
The two of you spent all day with each other, not really worried about a stranger’s perception of them.
But now he has to deal with the people closest to you, your parents. And he’s actually quite fond of your parents, they’ve always treated him like the son they never had (as well as Oikawa), but he’s not exactly looking forward to living out their wish for a son vicariously through you.
He swings open the door, kicking his shoes off before stepping inside.
“I’m home!”
‘Remember to be enthusiastic, and keep that RBF in check!’ he hears your insistent reminder echo in his mind, almost catching himself scowling.
“Welcome back darling! Did you eat?”
He hears your mother’s voice from the kitchen.
“I had something to eat with Hajime.”
He sweats a little, your mom is oddly calculated, always in tune with your emotions. Sometimes even his, but there’s no way she’d figure out what was going on, right?
“Good. If you get hungry later, there’s left overs.”
He calls out a thanks, almost sighing in relief, looks like the panic was for nothing.
Hajime casually (yet so, so, eagerly) heads for the stairs.
“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to say hi to Tooru? He and his mother came for dinner!”
WHAT.
“Y/N-chan! You and Iwa-chan were hanging out today? We’re you practicing volleyball?”
As if on cue, Oikawa rounds the corner and cuts Hajime off at the stairs, eyeing the athletic attire he’s wearing,
“I have something I want to practice more, you should’ve texted me.”
He huffs, arms folded as he leans against the stairway’s frame. Clearly a trick, Oikawa blew up both of your phones all day long despite being told you were busy. Hajime resists the urge to scowl at the backhanded comment. Brat.
Wait a second... how exactly do you talk to Oikawa again? Hajime should know, he’s spent a majority of his life with the two of you, but he’s currently drawing blanks.
He seems to have wracked his brain a little too long for a normal interaction, as Oikawa’s eyeing him again with an inquisitive look.
“Sorry... Tooru. You were sleeping in, and we both just happened to wake up early. Besides, you shouldn’t be practicing so much.”
He’s glad he didn’t let the ‘Shittykawa’ slip, that wouldn’t have been on brand for you at all. Out of habit though, he did punch Tooru in the arm.
“Yow! So mean, why are you hitting me?!”
Oikawa cries out, looking utterly scandalized as he rubs the sore spot on his arm.
“Because you deserve it.”
Hajime rolls his eyes, hopefully you won’t become aware of this interaction or he’ll get an earful from you. He’s still slightly convinced he’s an innocent bystander affected by some sort of cosmic punishment on Oikawa Tooru.
“Are you mad at me?!”
Hajime ignores Oikawa’s cry of complaint, jogging up the stairs. It’s hard being you, he grimaces as he beelines for the safety your room.
Finally in the comfort of privacy, he collapses into your sheets with a sigh of relief.
It could barely be considered a conversation with your mother, and Oikawa, but he’s already feeling mentally exhausted from the social exchange.
And tomorrow marks the start of the school week. Great.
Hajime slumps into your absurd amount pillows (seriously, you only need one). If he feels a little disappointed that he can’t recognize your scent anymore, he certainly doesn’t admit it, and definitely doesn’t entertain the intrusive thought longer than a moment.
A/N: I’m actually having so much fun with this au it’s adsklag;hj, I just like to watch my faves suffer in a chaotic mess I can not lie
Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2, Part 3
#hqradiostation#haikyuu!!#haikyuu reader insert#haikyuu x reader#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi hajime/reader#iwaizumi hajime x reader
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this is slowly progressing to an unpleasant nightmare as chapters increase
I thought of naming it Existing By FAR (is the most _______ ever) now omit the parentheses and fill in the blanks with what you feel for each chapter i write. Like: Existing By FAR is the most horrifying thing ever. /hj
See i | See ii | See iii
No.
Just....no.
Chocolate buildings of varying kinds and designs towered over the sleeping cats lying on the ground that looks like the classic red and white checkered picnic blanket but it was the pattern of the planet's actual ground.
The sky above was filled with different colors of cotton candy which must be the equivalent of clouds that birds fly through, or in this case, gummy bears.
Yes. The gummy bears are flying. She, too, wishes to fly far faaaaar away.
.....
Is that a lollipop sun?
A faded image beyond the horizon caught her attention as she looked around.
Oh, would you look at that. Just like a mountain far from one's reach and is often a landscape view preserved in a picture be it through phone or photocard.
A strawberry fountain. A freaking strawberry fondue fou- whAT IS THIS%&^$#!?!?
No. Tired. She's too tired. Nope.
She went back inside on her way to become one with the bed.
"Wait, no! I swear, it's fine. Though it looks ridiculous-"
"Ridiculous?!" she shrieked, shifting from her prone position on the bed to look at the one who spoke, "Ridiculous, it's horrendous! Horrifying! No, no way. I'm not gonna process all that. Sorry, boy of my dreams. I'm gonna wake up, now."
Screw all signs of her actually having amnesia, she's getting out of here.
She tried opening her eyes to the real world, back to the bedroom, and wake up to the sound of the fan, quiet television in the living room, and the running washing machine outside since her mom would be doing the laundry early in the morning.
But no matter how hard she tried feeling that usually-easy-to-find line between fiction and reality...
Nothing.
She can't feel it.
She can't see it.
Nothing.
It's like trying to tug invisible curtain blinds only to find out that there's nothing to pull up. It's not there.
It's not.
She clutched onto the blanket, feeling its softness. Unless she ate something to make her hallucinate, or maybe there's a methane gas leak, the situation is somewhat clear to her.
This is real.
This is real.
So then why are there so many abominations outside?
Holograms? Virtual reality? Is this what they call The Matrix? She doesn't even know what that is!
"Just breathe," the boy said with a hint of distress though he was probably trying to calm her down. "It doesn't make sense but I promise, this is the truth. And you can be free to express your anger, excitement, sadness, anything! Just, please stay calm because.."
She has an idea of what this might be, without any digital devices or illusionment. But it wasn't an answer she was looking forward to.
"We....we're in another world."
"Come on, what the fuck."
Her parents would not like that she said that. But hey, she's done a fairly good job not cursing until now, hasn't she?
Still on the bed, she turned face up to lay on her back and covered her eyes, sighing from pure enervation.
For a few minutes, she laid there while the boy considerately waited. Or maybe he was getting annoyed but she gave up caring. She gave up thinking.
Her head usually filled with calculating thoughts now run blank. She should think about what her next move will be, but she feels empty. Drained. Laying down is so relieving, though. So she stayed like that. She'd stay like that forever, if she could.
......
Ugh, fine.
After a deep breath in and out, she sat up.
"What's your name?" she asked to the other person who had been leaning on the wall, hearing coldness in her voice that she hadn't meant to direct at him.
"...Would you like that in full name, first name, or nickname?" he softly responded.
"All of the above, please."
If she forgot a lot of things, she might as well know everything.
...
He looked sad.
"I'm..so sorry," she started. She hated being mad at others.
"I was rude. I..I didn't mean to be like this-"
"No! No, please. It's okay. I promise. Don't...don't worry."
He looks sadder now, but he managed to show a small smile.
"Zachary. Zachary Louis Dee. Of course, you can call me Zach, for short, like everyone else does but.....you call me Zed sometimes."
Seemingly shy, he rubbed the back of his neck.
Zed, huh? She would come up with that nickname. Z being the first letter of his first name, his last name starting with D, pronunciation of 'z' being 'zed' in some places, it was a lame attempt. That's a trademark of her naming style.
Unless it wasn't her who came up with it, otherwise she just insulted a random stranger.
Before she could ask, he – ....Zachary – continued to speak.
"I know it's sort of shocking and weird and just plenty but you'll be at peace to where we'll be heading. It's calmer there, with way less sugar and.....dead cats."
What.
Eyes wide, she looked at him demanding a take-back because no, she was NOT going to accept that those cats were dead.
"Ther- What are you- Oh."
'Oh' indeed.
Panic made its way to be clear in his eyes, or atleast she thought so.
"I-I mean they're not dead dead. They're dead but it's not bad like death. They're zombies, but they don't bite. I MEAN-"
"Is it some sort of a normal or natural phenomenon in this world?"
Zachary looked like he wanted to explain all of it.
"Y-yes...They-they're meow zombies-"
"Okay, sorry. When we get to the place, can I just read a book about it?"
She's not gonna process anything without a book.
"Of course," he said with the knowing voice like before, back when he questioned her memory. Except now, it's in a lighter tone. Like a friend who understands why their companion would want a book instead of a discussion.
Zach made his way to the door and for the second time, he held the knob. This time, he made sure.
"Are you ready?" he asked as if they'll be going to battle.
"Just open it," she replied with a chuckle.
It's been a while since she's felt this light.
#does light mean lighthearted or warmth from brightness#hMMMmm-#ft. my roommate's imagination aka their craziness#there's another reason why i thought of naming it Existing By FAR#l1n3#writing#fiction#monowritings
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OH MY GOD PLEASE PLEASE DO A SECOND FIC TO THE HJ DAVID AND BB MATTEO WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT IT AND STUFF AND HURT/COMFORT PLSSSSSS Sorry if that was aggressive that fic was so good and I'm dying for some david telling Matteo he's not worthless
so like 6 other people asked for this so here is a part 2 :)
part one + bad boy matteo + hot jock david
“Are you going to talk to me?” Matteo asks, cocking an eyebrow up as he watches David lean against the door frame with his arms crossed and his hood low over his face. “Or are you going to ignore me some more?”
“I wasn’t ignoring you,” David argues with a little bit of a huff in his voice, even though they both knew that he was lying, that he hadn’t answered Matteo’s texts or calls for a day now.
“So we’re still fighting then?” Matteo sighs and shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket. “Great,” he adds on sarcastically, just a mutter to himself really, feeling like his wrists had rocks in them filled with his disappointment.
“I’m not apologizing to anyone,” David says suddenly, still firm against against the door looking at Matteo with a fire in his eyes and a stony bite to his jaw like Matteo wouldn’t believe him, which of course he did, always would, too. “And I don’t give a shit if I get kicked off the team or whatever for giving that guy what he deserved. So if all you have to say is some bullshit about how I should care more- Or, if you’re about to say that aren’t worth it, then I don’t want to hear.”
Matteo stares at him for a second with a flat look, running his thumbnail over his knuckles inside his pockets and wishing that he had a cigarette to keep his hands busy. David looks at him right back, clenching his jaw every couple of seconds like he was holding back some more comments he wanted to make.
“Are you gonna let me in or not then?” Matteo asks.
“Depends,” David shrugs. “Are we talking or fighting?”
“Talking,” Matteo responds, and David moves back from the door far enough to throw his arm behind him in a greeting that wasn’t too inviting, and Matteo had to remind himself that they weren’t fighting. Or that they were at least trying not to right now. Matteo walks into the apartment and throws a tight smile to where Laura was standing in the kitchen, pretending like she wasn’t eavesdropping, but the way that she was rubbing a finger over the counter like she was checking for dust gave her away easily enough.
Matteo walks into David’s room and takes off his shoes, pushing them up against he wall like he always does, and goes to climb out of David’s window and onto the fire escape to light a cigarette to try and calm the jittery feeling that was growing in his gut. David follows after him and leans back against the railing to stare at the reflection of his window. Matteo takes a drag and digs his elbows into the steel.
“It pisses me off when people talk shit about my boyfriend,” David says after a while, after the moment was drawing on longer than was comfortable for a boy who was used to filling the silence or getting it filled, and Matteo can’t help but snort at that.
“I noticed,” he says when David looks at him out of the corner of his eye like he was telling him to be serious.
David sighs then and turns around to lean against the railing next to Matteo and look down at the street, bumping their shoulders together in what feels like some sort of compromise. “That guy,” he says and grates his teeth with it. “He doesn’t even fucking know you. Hardly even knew your name, and I knew he was baiting me because half of the stuff he was saying didn’t even really make sense. But it was just making me so mad anyways. And I was still angry when you tried to talk to me, and I snapped. I shouldn’t have.”
“Thought you said you weren’t apologizing,” Matteo mumbled around the cigarette half dangling out of his mouth.
David laughs through his nose and knocked Matteo’s elbow. “You’ve always been the exception,” he says with a sad sort of smile that makes Matteo look away and tap the cigarette on the railing. David’s shoulders deflate, and he leans into Matteo’s side a little bit heavier. “It’s feels pretty shitty when you talk bad about yourself,” he mutters and grips onto the railing hard enough for his knuckles to go white.
“I just,” he sighs. “I don’t know- Something cliche like, I just wish you saw yourself how I did, just so you would know how cool you are.”
Matteo takes a drag, and David shakes his head.
“And I feel like no matter what I do, you’re just- you’re never going to believe me, and that just eats me up, Teo,” David says with heartbreak cracking his voice. Matteo turns to him, if only enough to look at him better, and David keeps looking down at the street. “It just- it sucks when someone you love so much beats themselves up about things that- things that don’t even matter.”
Matteo stubs the cigarette out, feeling like it was his cue to say something, or at least try if David was putting his heart on his sleeve the best he could. “I’m still getting used to it,” he mumbles, waving his hand in the air in front of him to see if it would give the words to him, the right ones, the ones that always seem too far out of his reach whenever these conversations get a little too hairy.
“To what?”
“Someone caring,” Matteo tries, and he can see David gear up to correct him. “Or at least being someone else’s number one. It’s just been -I don’t know- weird to get used to is all, knowing that you’ll punch someone for me.”
“Well, you’ve got plenty of time to get used to it,” David says and runs his knuckles up the side of Matteo’s arm.
“Oh, do I?” Matteo asks, feeling relieved about something but not being able to place it quite right.
David hums and wraps his fingers into Matteo’s sleeve. “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
Matteo laughs, light and airy, and shakes his head, and they stand there for a little while longer, watching some birds sitting on the power lines flock together all on one side before shuffling around when a new one joins in. “Is this the part where we hug?” Matteo asks.
“Yeah,” David says with a snort. “This is when we hug.”
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Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead,
Warnings: mention of self blame, dark themes and blood.
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Chapter 4: forgetting the truth
The metallic smell of blood wafted into the air and into your lungs you almost wanted to cry and plead to be pulled out of this mess.
The gunshot had bolted within a millisecond grazing into the male named san’s arm. It whizzed past so quickly you had trouble believing it really happened.
Your breath lightened as you struggled, a choked breath emits itself from out of your existence.
Yunho, the tall blonde male, who you were positive was on the same side as san due to the similar clothing had shot the latter.
The gunshot made a large cut though the material and flesh of the male making san screech in pain and hiss at him.
“What the fuck was that for?”
The blonde nonchalantly turned and gave him a glare, his lips forming a straight line.
“San should I remind you that HJ gave orders, we do not ever disobey those orders.”
The other male had dropped his weapon ages ago hissing at the pain but muttering curse words on the other.
You felt two strong arms tug you to the side, you screeched and flailed about trying to get away from the psychotic male but he was much too overbearing.
“Now, Now. I don’t want to have to hurt you too, do I princess?” His voice was wavering due to the exerted force on you.
He could easily put you down, the downside being your death but you were wanted alive so it was a bit of a task for him.
You screamed and kicked about fighting as much as you can, your wails going unheard in the vast city. Muffled by cars, people the buildings, restaurants that are still open and the strange napkin held above your lips and nose.
Within a couple of seconds your head became light your eyes making out two shadows and unusual flickers of sparks and flashes before everything went dark.
Your eyelids shut...
For an extremely prolonged moment in your life you had lost track off time. When it seemed like 20 minutes may have been 20 hours or days or even months...
Unsure you have never felt more lost than you were now...
Things didn’t get better the longer you stayed like this, when you began to forget what had happened to you to cause this. Why were you blacked out? Did you get hurt? Where are you now?
All the questions were swimming around your head like sharks around fish. At any moment you were going to burst from frustration or agony.
You were causing all of this, it was all your fault. Maybe you shouldn’t have done what you did to cause this. What if your whole life was just a dream and this is you waking up from it.
What if you stay like this forever, floating in an empty void of nothing. No matter how much you move or blink you can’t see a difference.
At some pint you started hearing murmurs or whispers around you, thinking you were going insane you began panicking but the more you started freaking out the more you felt.
It started with a steady beat, a light buzz from an electronic machine to your right you presume.
Beep, beep, beep...
Then the smell of disinfectant and gel of some sort.
After a short while you began gaining consciousness in your limbs. Your fingers starting to twitch slightly.
Your lips and tongue were dry. As your eyes fluttered open for the first time in a while you squinted adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights inside.
You were inside, but inside where?
The monitor to your right picked up a rise in heartbeat and all of a sudden the double doors before you burst open and a young lean male walks in.
Well, it could be a male or an angel because that face was making you doubt that you were alive.
Nobody could be that prepossessing. That angelic and be a human.
Humans had flaws, they had ill-intentions and secrets they kept.
With one look into those beguiling orbs and you would spill all your deepest and most fearful secrets.
His lean figure was wrapped in a long white laboratory coat and black slacks underneath, hair was combed back as a few hairs fell out of place.
The male smiled though he didn’t mean it, it never reached his eyes, not even to his cheeks. A small -barely there- smile.
“I see you’re awake. How do you feel?” the figure approached your bed, mindlessly brushing his fingers past the blanket.
“Water.” you croaked throat dry and parched, you don’t know how long you’ve been out for but you feel as if you had returned from the Sahara itself...
He handed you a clear glass the cool radiating off the cup as you took in the water like it was the antidote to the poison inside you.
He watched you drink it up like a mad man heaving harshly as you give him back the cup.
The moisture on the physical entity being too harsh on your sensitive skin, you rubbed your palms into the fabric on your lap -the blanket- to dry them.
“Who are you?” you mutter voice low unable to speak any louder. Once your mouth opens your voice sounds unfamiliar. You push it aside, blaming it on the black out you had experienced.
The figure smirks grabbing onto the clipboard at the edge of the bed flicking through the papers quickly as he scanned the containment of the board.
Your mind and chest were uneasy by his analysing gaze on you then to the papers. You had a feeling this was due to what happened before you lost consciousness.
You coughed, clearing your throat to get his attention, you weren’t able to form a coherent sentence at all.
“Y-you... are?”
“I do believe you’re Mrs Lee y/n. ” He smirked, the expression he had sending shivers down your neck.
“I’m Dr Kang,”
“Pleasure to meet you, princess.”
Moodboard I created for Stockholm Syndrome, feel free to check it out whenever you want! I'll be creating more as I continue...
Reminder: Hey guys I'm planning and working on something I'll be releasing along with this story, it's ATEEZ related and it's very themed with their debut song and Treasure! If you think you're interested please do keep updated with the account, it'll be released very soon.
Edit: star-crossed seas is out!
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