𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬

 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞,  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤  𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦?  arms  crossed  against  his  chest,  he  lets  out  a  little  chuckle,  the  sound  coming  off  as  harsh  as  he  intends  it  to  be.  ❝i  just  look  like  this.❞  his  lips  quirk  into  a  smile.  ❝you  couldn’t  handle  me  ❛trying❜❞   he  uses  his  fingers  to  put  air  quotes  around  the  word.  his  tone  is  laced  with  cockiness.  ❝i  think  you  might  faint,  and  there’s  nobody  here  to  help  you.❞   he  makes  a  show  of  looking  around  the  vacant  area  and  with  a  shrug  of  his  shoulders  he  speaks  again.  ❝because  i  wouldn’t.❞

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜ ❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜ ❛  are you thinking what i'm thinking?  ❜ ❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ ❛  can you show me how to fight?  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about your adventures?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  does it really have to be like this?  ❜ ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ ❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ❛  have you noticed anything different about me lately?  ❜ ❛  haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?  ❜ ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ ❛  how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?  ❜ ❛  is there anything else i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ ❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜ ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  what else have you hidden from me?  ❜ ❛  what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?  ❜ ❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜ ❛  where are we supposed to go from here?  ❜ ❛  who will be able to stop them now?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜ ❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ ❛  why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?  ❜ ❛  will it ever stop hurting so much?  ❜ ❛  will you go out on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ ❛  will you please text me when you get home safely?  ❜ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

               𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄,   𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒.   she  knows  where  this  is  going,   and  she's  got  him  exactly  where  she  wants  him.   she  tilts  her  head  at  him  as  though  questioning  what  he's  doing,   and  when  her  palm  makes  contact  with  his  hardening  length,   her  gaze  dips  to  his  groin,  teeth  sinking  into  her  lower  lip.   she's  about  to  tease  him,   about  to  say  something  along  the  lines  of  'i  still  don't  believe  you,'   but  he's  bringing  her  in  for  a  kiss,   successfully  shutting  her  up  before  she  can  say  anything.

               she's  hyper-aware  of  the  hand  that's  trailing  beneath  her  shirt  as  she  kisses  him,   her  heart  beginning  to  pick  up  pace  as  he  finds  one  of  her  breasts.   she  lets  out  a  soft  whine  as  his  fingers  roll  her  nipple.   she  can  feel  herself  growing  wetter,   jolts  of  pleasure  firing  between  her  thighs.   ❝ oh  yeah? ❞   she  murmurs,   leaning  in  to  nip  at  his  lips.   ❝ since  when  do  you  get  what  you  want? ❞

               despite  her  words,   and  even  though  she's  implying  that  he  doesn't  get  what  he  wants  from  her,   she  begins  stroking  his  cock  through  the  material  of  his  pants,   the  movement  excruciatingly  slow.

 𝐚  𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐲  𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤  𝐢𝐬  𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐢𝐩  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞.  atlas  knows  he  can  get  exactly  what  he  wants  as  long  as  he  takes  it.  though  perhaps  it’s  for  the  better  when  desdemona’s  hand  begins  stroking  his  hard  length,  the  action  effectively  stopping  his  taunting  before  he  can  start.  all  he  can  manage  is  a  deep  groan.

 he  gives  her  nipple  one  last  pinch  before  his  hand  abandons  her  breast,   only  to  trail  lower  and  lower  until  it  reaches  her  waistband.

 his  lips  capture  hers  once  again,   and  with  a  quiet  whimper,   he  deepens  it.  all  the  while,   his  hand  continues  its  way  down  her  pants.   one  finger  swipes  along  the  material  of  her  panties,  moaning  again  as  he  feels  the  wet  fabric.  ❝oh  but  you’re  soaked,  baby.❞   he  murmurs  as  he  pulls  away,   breathless.  ❝i’m  pretty  sure  you  want exactly  what  i  want.❞

 𝐡𝐞  𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞;  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞,   𝐡𝐞'𝐝  𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞.  he  was  fortunate  that  his  current  clothing  came  from  a  brand  he  partnered  with  frequently,  which  he  wore  often.   lifting  a  finger,  he  glances  around  the  room, a  slow  smile  spreading  across  his  face.  ❝trust  me  on  this.❞   is  all  he  says  before  grabbing  an  unattended  bottle  of  water.

 he  comes  closer  to  savannah  again,  leaning  in,  he  whispers  in  her  ear.  ❝blame  me.❞  then,   he  tips  the  bottle,  assuring  all  the  contents  fall  into  the  layers  of  tulle,  ruining  the  dress  but  keeping  her  dry  at  the  same  time.  ❝oh  no!  i'm  so  sorry!❞  he  gasps,  putting  on  quite  the  show.  ❝it  looks  like  we're  gonna  have  to  find  something  else  for  you  to  wear.❞  with  a  secret  smile  in  her  direction,  he's  wrapping  his  fingers  around  her  wrist,  leading  her  back  to  wardrobe.

❝ hey,guys. i'm with atlas tonight exploring this haunted asylum. it's almost 3am and we've got so much evidence already ! ❞she squeals with excitement and pans her phone camera over to atlas,who is currently checking evp's they might've captured.

❝ let's see if we got anything good on the evp. ❞she listens close,ears perked up and ready to hear any ghostly voices over the evp,she swears she hears something call her by name and she gasps,turning the camera to show her shocked face.

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬,  𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰  𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬  𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚.  he's  also  equipped  with  a  camera,  and  he's  hoping  to  get  some  good  footage  to  use  for  a  youtube  video.   he  debated  streaming  on  twitch,  but  this  is  her  thing;   he  didn't  want  to  take  viewers  away  from  her  but  instead  directed  his  fans  to  watch  her  live  stream.

 he  watches  her  work  the  device,   the  evp?  he  doesn't  know  what  it  is  or  how  it  works.   he's  not  sure  about  any  of  this.  maybe  he's  skeptical,  though  he's  open  to  being  proved  wrong.  he  listens  intently,   then  moves  back  to  get  her  in  the  shot.  to  her  credit, he  does  hear  something  low  and  muffled. he's  not  quite  sure  he  believes  in  all  of  this,  but  content  is  content.

 his  brows  raise,   and  he  nods  quickly.  ❝shit,   i  think  you  might  be  right.❞  he  leans  in  closer,   eyes  focused  on  the  piece  of  equipment.   ❝i  wonder  if  they  know  who  i  am?❞

there is a pout that settles onto his features whenever the cocky smile spreads across his features. well, that's not necessarily the reaction he wanted! well, come to think of it? he really didn't know what reaction he was expecting but he wasn't expecting smug. he was used to people's reactions to his jealousy being annoyed or even dismissive.

"yeah but what if i'm not around, hmm?" he'll ask as he drapes his arms around his shoulders and nearly hangs on him. "like, whenever i go back to australia, are you gonna forget about me?"

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬’  𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞,  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐢𝐧  𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥  𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.  the  little  pout  on  his  lips  is  nothing  short  of  adorable.  he  can’t  help  but  laugh  at  the  question.   sure,  it  might  be  a  valid  concern;  once  he  goes  home,  they’ll  return  to  living  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  world.  still,  mape  has  nothing  to  worry  about.

 ❝i  could  never  forget  about  you,❞  atlas  reassures,  pressing  a  kiss  to  his  lips,   then  another.   frankly,  how  could  he  possibly  forget  the  loud  australian.  ❝when  you  go  back  to  australia,   we’ll  go  back  to  gaming  and  talking  every  day  and  night  just  like  it  was  before  you  came  here.❞

"freak." shit, she doesn't even know how he'd slipped in unnoticed when she thought she'd been paying attention. sure, things have been a little busy — just like every other goddamn day the last few weeks — but how had that slipped past her? how had she missed the ringing of that stupid little bell hanging above the door?

 𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧  𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.   instinctively,  he  moves  closer,  pressing  a  soft  kiss  to  her  nose.   he  had  been  a  little  worried  he  was  overstepping,  coming  into  her  work  like  this  unannounced,  though  he  simply  couldn't  resist  the  urge  to  stop  in  and  see  her,  even  if  it  was  just  for  a  couple  minutes.

 ❝good.❞  he  says,  eyes  searching  the  now  vacant  store.  his  gaze  lands  on  the  clock  hanging  on  the  wall.  she'll  be  off  soon.  ❝i'll  grab  us  some  food.❞  he  presses  his  lips  to  hers.  it's  nothing  more  than  a  quick  peck.  as  much  as  he'd  like  to  show  her  how  much  he's  missed  her,   starting  with  his  lips,  she  wouldn't  appreciate  getting  into  trouble  for  pda.