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sukunasdirtylaugh · 3 months

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always a god never human II satoru gojo

tags: post shibuya au, alt au where satoru is cursed to be blind, fluff, argument, angst, regret

word count: 4.5k

note: I wanted to write something that could encapsulate what being human is for satoru in the best worst case scenario. some of you might love this as I do, and thank you for your support. also, I made a reference to odysseus and the cyclops so I think I got it right (I haven't read the odyssey in nearly 10 years). also forgive me and please correct me if I got the kikufuku part wrong. will make a part two if this comes out well (I already have it drafted).

satoru gojo had been exposed to curses for as long as he could remember. first, as a boy, then as a student in jujutsu tech, and finally as a friend and instructor to those around him; but he had never been directly cursed.

not until now.

"you may remain as the strongest, satoru gojo, but your strength will be the only thing to hold you. no one but yourself will disinter it, so don't waste your time searching for something already set as destined." he recalled.

"love will be your salvation yet damnation, for you will cry for your shortcomings and failures. no one but you will carry this burden. let it remind you of this day, of the battle in which you never, truly won."

he always wakes up in a cold sweat afterwards. with the erratic beating of his heart and the tears running down his cheeks, satoru clings to himself, pressing a hand to his heart so as to remind himself of his current position. the back of his throat feels rough like sandpaper, and he licks his lips before reaching for the glass of water he's reserved for nights like these.

he drinks nearly all of it, his heart heavy before his fingers fish for his phone by his bedside.

"hey siri," he speaks, voice hoarse, "what time is it?"

"it's 3:24am."

with an exhaled huff, he puts his phone to the side, making note to remember where it is in the morning. as he lays his head down and focuses on the feeling of blood rushing to his fingertips, arms laid out side by side and fists clenching and unclenching, he sighs.

tomorrow will be better, he tells himself, but it has to change, whispers the other.

"now listen, don't give me that look, it's serious!" your frown causes utahime, your longtime friend of 4 years to shake her hands out to grab your attention, causing you to stifle a smile from your face as you hide your lips behind your cup of tea. "I have a job proposal for you, from a friend. and I think you'd like the pay."

utahime had always been sensible on the topic of money. knowing your constant struggles as a college student and now graduate, seeking to find new sources of income to keep up with bills and student loans, the sorceress felt compassion for you, a friend of hers who has grounded and guided her through frustration after frustration; work and romance related. she's never had the luxury of normalcy to a life like yours, she knows, so doing this was in her best interest for your benefit.

she tells you she has a friend who has decided to take up reading. problem is, he's blind.

"he's not a child, though he acts like it sometimes, but he's not some prune old man either. he's around your age so I'm sure talking to him along with your patience won't be an issue."

besides the generous pay for your time, 6 hours a week for $500 as a starting salary, there was something about this arrangement that left you with a good feeling in your heart. and it wasn't because your client was blind, no. it was the sheer opportunity for growth, in doing something you loved and doing something someone wanted to partake in. so on the day of your arrival you dress your best, hair neatly combed with a pearl diadem and academia as your outfit inspiration for the occasion. "he lives in a secluded home," you recall utahime's words, "up on a hill, or cliff. I don't know. it's always cloudy over there," and you can make out the home on the hill. it's quaint, and you feel thankful for having picked the clothes adequate for the weather.

it surely looked like it was going to rain, so you quicken your pace until you're at the front door, standing still as you swallow the lump at the back of your throat. you were no psychic, but the way your heart churned and palpitated let you know something was about to change your life forever.

"you must be the girl utahime sent, I'm satoru. please step inside," you absentmindedly take in the smile he gives you, taking no answer from you before he opens the door to let you in. he wears a pair of black glasses, contrasting to his snowy hair and porcelain skin. wearing casual loungewear neither of you dare to touch one another in the sense of exchanging a handshake out of respect, or fear. it all feels formal, too formal as if this were a job interview or more.

"it's quite cold outside, isn't it?" after you step inside and change into a pair of slippers that are slightly too big for you, satoru shows you to where you would read to him.

he makes conversation rather well, you find, but there is slight awkwardness in the interactions but not in the way he moves around the house. as he moves up the stairs, he has a hand against the wall as he takes each step with precision, knowing when and where to step. you're fairly quiet, but polite in your conversation with him, until you reach the space he calls his 'study' which is just a room with a large window accompanied by books and belongings.

"you're probably wondering how on earth a blind guy has a clean place, right? well to answer your question, housekeeping."

"I wasn't thinking about that," you answer softly biting the inside of your cheek, "I was just admiring the window."

there's a momentary silence between the two of you. either satoru is surprised by your reply, unrelated to his blindness, or you have struck a sensitive chord, however, his nod makes you think otherwise.

"it is. before I was blind, I'd come here as a teen. house is mine, so even the doors are nice in here." and when he hears you agree, he smiles. "anyways, I'm sure utahime told you the basics about this, yeah?"

"yes."

"great. there's a book on that table to your right. you can start reading that one." as he walks, he takes a seat on a chair across from you. he patiently waits until you sit down again to ask, "before we start, would you like some water?"

"yeah," you breathe, "that'd be great actually."

"there's a few water bottles under the table next to you," he informs, making himself comfortable on the chair, limbs spreading comfortably as you take out a water bottle and glance at the book in your lap.

"this book is about malaysia," you read the title, "is that somewhere you'd like to visit one day?"

"maybe," he says, "it was from a friend of mine."

"did he go to malaysia?"

there's a long silence in between the innocence your question and his answer.

"he did," he answers slowly. "it was always a dream of his to go, so that's why I've kept the book." you don't press him further, instead nodding and suggesting on starting.

when you open the book, you don't miss the elegant cursive writing at the top right of the page.

n. kento

you frequent satoru's home every monday, wednesday, and friday for 3 hours every day. the pay is more than what you expect the first week, $750, but you wonder how this man can easily afford your services.

the bigger question, is how can he live alone in such a home like that? does he ever get hurt? what does he do then?

"yeah, I live here by myself." he answers your question on the third week of your employment. "it's pretty neat though. I don't have to worry about anyone misplacing anything I leave, you know?" his attempt at a joke makes you chuckle and walk up the steps behind him to his study. "are we reading something new today?"

"there's something different I want to try," he tells you, "last night, on the news, I heard there was a feud over some meso-american statue. something to do with jade material being one of the few in existence. I know this is beyond what we agreed, but do you think you can find an article on it?" you nod, affirming his request.

"great!" he smiles, relieved, "my laptop is on the desk. feel free to use it."

you wanted to say that was the last time he asked you for a favor like that, but it was you who fueled his interest. that day, you ended up finding 4 articles, and playing 2 videos about the subject. and as a result, both you and satoru engaged in related conversation until the end of your assigned time.

every few days, satoru would inform you on something (practically asking) and you'd reply by responding, researching the questions he ached to know. it went such way that you were reading him books less and less and more article, media coverage, and conversation.

"did you hear about the experiment trials being conducted by this company called oceangate?" satoru asks, interest laced in his voice, "they're thinking about sending people to view the titanic shipwreck."

and quickly enough, so were you.

"yeah, I also heard about it. I couldn't help but read an article about it. apparently, they've done a few trials, but the company is independent, so I don't know how safe it is or if they have government members involved..."

one of satoru's favorite moments consist of the following.

"did you hear about the crime case that just happened last week? the one with the girl who survived the car accident."

"I did!" you answer eagerly, "I heard her stepdad was the last person to talk to her boyfriend."

"do you think he murdered him?"

"it's tough to say," you bite your bottom lip in contemplation, "I knew he didn't approve of him because he was an aspiring musician, but these texts came out saying he wrote to his brother, 'that man better stay away from my daughter or else I don't know what I'll do',""

"no way."

"and that's not even the worst part," you adjust yourself on your seat, criss cross applesauce. "they found dna remains in his car before his death, hair. right before the car accident. there's speculation they argued before..."

"the accident." satoru nods.

as the weeks progressed, so did your conversations with satoru. the two of you had a knack for being adaptable in your interactions with one another. you could reach a book for an hour, then talk about some recent story or just spend a whole session talking, with the mention of an article or some source always being mentioned.

and satoru burned for that. with every interaction, he found himself looking forward to what else he could bring up, and so did you, even spending time of your own researching things he might be interested in learning about.

things the both of you turned out interested learning about.

"here," satoru could feel the warmth emanate from your body (or his) as you sat next to him, your body scooting closer to his, "hold your hands, yeah, like that," placing a small statue, no bigger than the size of a wine bottle, satoru freezes slightly as you guide his fingers to glide along the edges of the statue.

"my friend managed to get this one out of the archives," you explain, "of course, I just had to bring this to you too. can you sense the material?" the corner of satoru's lips tug upwards in acknowledgement of your excitement. it makes his heart squeeze and pulse in ways that felt familiarly unfamiliar. in a good way, of course. everything you brought in his life was good. whether he could see it or not, you were always so welcoming and sweet.

"is this... legal?" he out of everyone finds himself whispering. as if the authorities could be outside his door. you giggle.

"yes," you smile, "I asked my friend if she could let me borrow this for the day, to take 'pictures'." you chuckle, "obviously that's not what we're doing, is it?" a warmth follows satoru's cheeks as he shakes his head and you smile. "this mesoamerican statue is the same material as the one we read the other week, remember?"

we, satoru's words echo in his head as he nods. "y-yeah. thank you for doing this, you know."

"of course," you smile kindly, "I figured, out of everyone who could be here, I figured you deserve this."

deserve.

"open your hands for me, satoru." your soft voice speaks as you cup his hands, the ocean waves crash from afar. after much convincing, you managed to pull satoru out of his comfort zone. what's the point of going to the ocean if I can't see it? he asks.

well, what's the point of me reading to you and us interacting if you can't see me? you counter. and he realizes you've won.

he can smell the saltwater, can feel the wind blow through his hair and let his feet sink into the sand, but that's not what makes his heart skip a beat. your hands shouldn't feel this soft, he thinks. the way you allow grains of sand to fall in his hands feel otherworldly, holy. the way he senses you smile at him and place a shell on his palm, letting him trace the surface with his finger as you guide him makes him feel as the most enlightened man alive.

he can sense you're close, not by strands of your hair slapping his cheek as the wind blows, but by the warmth of your body. suddenly, he does not feel he is at the beach, but with the beach guiding her hands with his and feeling the warmth of what he feels is your smile.

he remains silent, you're looking at him, and he's looking at you underneath his shades. he's frozen. waiting for you to say something, to break this off as if this would never, by any of his wildest dreams, occur in any universe.

but you don't.

satoru feels his pulse quicken, breathing deepen as the point of your feet slot themselves to his, your nose barely brushes his own, causing the six eyed user to forget everything he once thought he knew of limits and boundaries. kiss me, he thinks, take me, he begs to the heavens. satoru thinks he could be captivated, deeper than any spell odysseus and his men were under at sea, but they were cursed by calypso's beauty, and he felt blessed by the touch of an angel. your touch enviable to the gods above.

when you kiss him, he feels like he just made the greatest discovery to mankind, like he's waited his whole life for this, a feeling that greatly surpasses galileo's lifelong accomplishments and napoleon's combined. no feeling, word, or sight could transcribe what it feels to have your lips slide through his, to have you softly gasp against his lips, and to have your body close to his. satoru is convinced that he has reborn, become whole by the touch of your lips which have sweetly imprinted themselves throughout everything he is.

he holds the back of your neck gently, so as to remind himself that you are here, not a dream but here with him. flesh against flesh, man and woman who share one breath.

when you both pull away, satoru feels himself begging to pull you closer, but the hands that push him from you let him know you need to breathe. and although his body cries otherwise, you speak breathlessly, a hint of a smile in your tone, "did you feel that shell? it was my favorite kind to collect growing up," and he smiles because he learns what it is to collect something as valuable as the shells, your lips.

with nearly 3 months of knowing you, there was a shift in satoru's chest one wednesday morning as you excused yourself for a call.

"...of course I don't! you think I want to live with him?" you ask, voice laced with disgust, "I won't be tied down like that again and you know it, Kiro. I'll be cursed if I have to be with someone like him again. you know I'd never stay for someone like that. It's dead weight on my shoulders, and I won't have anything but pity on him." your words, from the end of the hallway send daggers at satoru's heart.

"yes, I'm at work, what else do you want me to do? It's not like I can just fly my way to you in such a short amount of time. you should have told me..." a long pause, "yes... he's blind," another long pause, "I get paid on the 26th, but my boss won't let me work on the 25th, so you can sleep in my bed while I get home. and wear something under the covers, okay?" somewhere, somehow satoru wanted to tell himself he was not hearing things correctly, that you were still the same girl he knew to be around, but when you returned after your call, something was definitely wrong with you.

"so, how was you call?" he asks, feigning interest, "everything ok?"

"yeah, fine, thanks." you breathe, tired, opening the book in your hands, "chapter 21, the last spring."

one week later.

as much as he wanted to deny it, satoru was beginning to think you had changed. what was it? was it him? the kiss? the way he grabbed you? or have you finally had enough of these little visits that could have been masked as pity for a young man like him?

when the 26th passes, he does not ask what your plans are. as much as he wants to ask, he thinks it's not of his place to ask. is he doing the right thing? he doesn't know. it certainly doesn't ease the unpleasant feeling bubbling in his stomach.

"do you have a favorite treat?" you ask. caught off guard, he nods.

"kikufuku," he tells you, "when I was in high school, there was this elderly couple that had a kikufuku stand and they used to have the best ice cream fillings."

"I thought kikufuku was cream based?"

"It was, but not to them. their ice cream filling was one of a kind."

"when was the last time you had some?"

he laughs, "years ago. I'm pretty sure they ended up closing because the wife died, and she was the only living relative who knew how to make it."

"that's too bad."

"I know, but at least they were happy doing what they did." satoru then changes the subject, shifting the focus to a lighter topic.

on december 6th, satoru recieves a call.

"I told you, you don't have to call me sensei anymore," satoru groans, throwing a wooden sword towards yuuta, catching it flawlessly.

"why not? you've always been my sensei. or would you rather us call eachother cousins?"

"you're right," answered satoru adter a long moment, earning a laugh from his former student. "so what was it you wanted to talk about? clearly it was not to train, so what is it?"

"I just wanted to see how you're doing."

"well you could've just called..."

"you haven't trained with us in a while," yuuta sighs, "everyone. we don't really know what you're up to these days."

and he was right, but satoru would never admit it.

"what?" he asks, almost faking offense, "can't your sensei go on vacat-"

"-utahime sensei says you've been in your home a lot," he clarifies, "only few of us know. toge, panda, yuuji and I."

"what about megumi?"

"he's kind of in his own world," yuuta sighs, placing his weapon down before taking a seat next to gojo in the training room. "he knows things haven't been easy."

"you've kept an eye on him and yuuji like I asked, right?''

"to a degree," he admits, "I can't have them open up so freely because I'll always be their upperclassmen, but you... you're..."

"I get what you're trying to say." he answers flatly.

"you do?"

he nods.

"can I walk with you to your home?" yuuta asks, "there's another thing I'd like to ask, personally this time."

satoru finds himself agreeing with his younger student, what else could he do besides that? as the two walk, satoru finds himself giving advice he didn't think he could give, advising the student on what shall become of him now that he's already over age and in his own right to choose his destiny.

as he advises his pupil, satoru finds himself wondering the same for himself. he's turning a year older in 2 more days, what will become of him? what will he do? what does this mean in relation to kenjaku's damned curse? it aggravated him. upset him how everything felt so secure, almost ideal weeks ago, but now his life felt back in square one, returning to his home that he had grown used to be alo-

"surprise!"

not one, nor two, but several familiar voices called from the inside of his open, making satoru freeze in shock.

"surprise! we thought we'd surprise you sensei" panda's voice rang.

"he's right!" another voice, yuuji's appears, "we thought about making a little get together with our favorite sensei..."

"obviously someone had to plan this," satoru turned, stunned when shoko's voice came into play. "you?"

"no," she chuckles, turning to you but you quickly shake your head, reaching for utahime, "it was utahime!" you call, "she wanted to plan something nice for you."

"aww well aren't you sweet?" he grins tauntingly at utahime who can't help but send daggers your way as shoko muffles her laugh.

for the duration of the party, satoru is accompanied by his co-workers, friends, and students. he hears more about what they've done. what travels they have accomplished, and what romances some of them have experienced all while they share laughs. all while satoru searches for yours.

you stand a respectable distance away from him, deciding it would be best to let his friends and students take over since he hasn't seen them in so long. you weren't as special as they were, only having known satoru for the least amount of time, a part of you felt like a stranger. not that anyone made you feel left out, no. everyone was kind to you and even appreciative for your presence. however, you spent a whole majority of the party not talking to satoru, as if you weren't there.

when it came time to cut the cake, everyone who was an adult was nearly drunk. the students, all joyously supervised by ichiji laughed as they shared a group photo. yuuji, satoru's student mentioned something about adding the photo as his lockscreen, causing everyone to burst out laughing from ichiji's protests. everyone looked happy, with a twinkle in their eyes as the end to the party came to an end.

the students and ichiji were the first to leave, then shoko and utahime finding balance in one another, leaving you alone with satoru in his home.

"you didn't drink, huh."

"I don't really drink in social events." you shyly admit, scratching the back of your neck as satoru does not face you, looking towards the door where utahime and shoko left not long ago.

"you thought you were social?" his words take you by surprise.

"I, um.... I talked to your friends." you say, "they were very nice."

"I barely heard you."

"that's because you were probably occupied talking to the others-"

"-you didn't talk to me." he finds himself saying in annoyance.

"I didn't want to take your day away,"

"from who?"

"you."

"there's nothing to take from me."

"yes there is," you tell him. "your attention. you haven't seen your friends in-"

“they all pity me.”

“what? no they don-”

“-you’re not blind. people don’t… they don’t look at you like some pity animal, just waiting for you to fuck up.”

“you are not a pity....”

“oh yeah?” he breathes, ragged. “then why the fuck did you agree to read to a blind man?”

there was some silence, regret pooled at the back of your throat and then a shift in your weight as you stood.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. I like you, “I- I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,”

“I- are we…?”

“I don’t think we should be seeing each other,” he expresses. “not for a while,”

“a while?”

“yeah, a while.’’

“do you… want me to leave?”

“I think it’s for the best.”

“Do you want me to come back monday?”

“I don’t think so,”

when you left, satoru's jaw tightened, hands now fisted by his sides and a body so rigid one might think he were frozen in place. satoru stays like that for several moments, eyes nearing a burning sensation as he focuses on where he would imagine the door is, almost expectantly waiting for your return as if this were a dream.

but it wasn't.

and as the minutes pass, he paces his living room. hands running over his hair.

he had done wrong.

"ichiji," his voice almost broke, dry and borderline desperate. “I…” I think I fucked up, “I want you to pick up y/n. She just left my place, but she doesn’t have a car.”

"I already did," he says, "she said just that."

“Did she tell you anything?” he finds himself expecting.

“not really..."

“how did she look?”

normal? Ichiji wanted to say, didn't you just see her? but the tone in satoru’s voice confirmed that he did something to leave you so quiet after the party.

“she was quiet,” he tells him, “...maybe she was tired from the party. you know, she organized it herself.”

“she... what?”

“yeah. utahime helped her bring the cake. she needed someone to drive while she carried the cake because she didn't trust anyone to hold it the 20 something minutes it took to get to your house. she told me she was trying to look for someone who knew how to make ice cream kikufuku and ended up finding the niece of the old owners of a shop she said you used to frequent. after long convincing, she was able to get the niece to help. I’m pretty sure she made the cake, with the help of the niece of course. she also made the dinner, and even had shoko bring in the drinks along with candles that your friend forgot to bring, — so I guess she was just tired, right?”

Satoru was speechless. unsure if it was the fact that you did so much for him or the fact that he had never heard, in his entire life, hear ichiji speak for so long with such conviction, it was everything he needed to hear.

right? the words in satoru's mind, head pounding with everything and anything relating you. and on the other side of the line stood a confused yet almost concerned ichiji.

"hello? are you still there?"

"yeah," he answered dryly, "is... is she home safe?"

"of course, I dropped her off." but it sounded like, why wouldn't she be? to which satoru felt like it wasn't a good enough answer. he needed to see, hear that you were okay. and he was afraid that he was regretting his words so easily.

"satoru," now serious, ichiji's words pulled him from his thoughts, "are you still there? what happen-"

"-I fucked up," he choked, "I... I said things I shouldn't have..."

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tachimichishrine · 6 months

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Please I am begging, I can’t get over just how perfect Tachihara would be with the whole ghost face trend. Please please please

<what. what if I told you I wholeheartedly agree. throws my headcanons and love at you>

"scream for me"

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tachihara michizou x fem! reader {ghostface trend} hcs

warnings: nsfw ; kitchen sex ; knife play ; intended lowercase ; cursing; unedited so unedited i wrote this half asleep thinking abt being pussy drunk on tachi pls forgive me

manz is a SPY. he's done undercover work and wears a disguise 24/7 (his disguise is a goddamn bandaid but he's hot so we let it slide) he adores getting dressed up

I think he'd be really bad at taking it serious though

100% he gets very childish about things like birthdays, holidays, halloween bc he didn't get that kind of experience with his family when he was younger (womp womp :/)

the hunting dogs obviously don't have anything to do with halloween so imagine his surprise when he caught the port mafia hq covered in spider webs and blood.

the blood was likely real

elise was the one who insisted on it, and if she insists, everyone is wearing cat ears and fake vampire fangs.

chuuya was a vampire the dude definitely had practice

he was definitely in the spooky scary spirit when he had his head on your lap, one hand sliding under and up between your thighs like a pillow and watching scream

i KNOW he felt just the teeny tiniest insecurity when you started calling certain scenes really hot but he tried, really hard, to ignore it.

got a little too comfortable and sleepy when you starting running your fingers through his hair and found himself letting out a yelp at the stupidest jumpscares

you teased him for it all night

"do you think I'd survive in one of those horror movies?" you asked later that night, curled up in bed.

"your dumbass would probably trip and kill yourself on a kitchen knife while making breakfast."

"well, fuck you."

"only if you insist" said with his trademark grin.

you got him back by playing into his jumpiness and hiding around every corner, even when you're on missions

you sprung out with a dramatic ghost-like scream (holding back laughter) on one important mission and the man almost shot you

like he pulled the trigger and everything and had to use his ability to keep the bullet from drilling a hole in your stupid skull.

you toned down the pranks after that.

however, it did give him an idea.

he started using his ability to set up the mood for payback by making metal doors creak or scraping chair legs on the ground slowly

a chill physically ran up your spine when you were walking hand in hand and the front door of an empty "for sale" store slammed open, then shut.

maybe he liked it a little how you squeezed his hand when he did that

maybe he liked it a little when you punched him on the shoulder as you realized it was just his antics

but he sure as hell liked it when you roughly smacked his naked ass and shoved his face into the sheets later that night to teach him a lesson

you liked his screams more like that anyways

tachihara was nowhere to be found after you disappeared into the shower trying to wash off all the smeared cum he'd left on your body. you already thought it was strange that he didn't join you even when you offered, but it was even weirder when you came out in nothing but a towel, and the bed was empty.

"michi, I know you're tryin' to be cute or whatever and scare me, but you're not very subtle about it," you giggled, ditching the underwear to just put on some shorts and one of his shirts. your body bounced onto the mattress that was still warm from your bodies, still smelling like sex and gunpowder. the covers were thrown over you and snuggled into and you waited patiently.

it was amusing, at first.

it was annoying after 10 minutes.

you'd gone on your phone, scrolling listlessly to pass the time while you waited for him to finish up whatever stupid prank he was planning so you could get back to sleep, but a whole half hour had passed and it was beginning to feel a little wrong. you weren't worried (he kicked your ass in training too many times for you not to know how strong he was), but sure as hell curious as to what was going on. it was the spooky season, after all, and there was no harm in indulging a little bit; you dialed his number and heard it ring from somewhere in the apartment.

he was really trying to set it up for you, huh? cute. you figured you'd play along.

the phone was vibrating from the kitchen counter, and you picked it cautiously, glancing around you to find out from where your boyfriend was inevitably going to try to jump at you. you heard a chair move, and your eyes darted to look over in that direction out of instinct.

of course a hand clasped around your mouth and another pulled your waist backwards. you bit his gloved hand playfully to get him to let you go and just giggled, shoving your hips back onto him teasingly and trying to flip around to get a look at him.

your entire body got slammed onto the kitchen counter, hair pulled back in one harsh movement

oh fuck.

you didn't think you'd be bent over so fast, his hips already grinding into your ass while the thin, cheap plastic of his mask rubbed against your cheek, his husky voice laying out every lewd thing you both knew you were thinking. from the way his body was leaning onto you, you guessed that he was shirtless and wearing just about the tightest, low-cut pants known to man being held up by a belt (there was definitely a thick belt; you felt the buckle poke into your lower back every time he'd grind too hard)

"michzou..." you didn't have any problems with what he was doing, but loose fingers were touching your body all over and the thin shorts you'd thrown on previously without a second thought were soaking with every word he'd rasp out. "michi, stop playin' around, I-"

it seems your simple ask got you manhandled again, and both gloved hands were now on your thighs, lifting you up to sit you down on the counter so he could rub against you from the front. it was hard to take it seriously and you let out a giggle when you watched him loom over you with the ghostface mask on, trying to be serious. your fingers went to dig into his shoulders as your hips rolled, back arched trying to feel him better.

he sighed, groaning and trying to slip off the mask when he realized it wasn't having the effect he wanted, but you flicked it back on.

"just because I'm laughing doesn't mean I don't think this is fuckin' hot," you reassured him, ironically chuckling again, and this spurred him to grab your hands and pin them above your head on the cabinets above.

"can't believe you liked gettin' fucked by a masked man this much." his voice was deeper than it usually was but god did it get you throbbing. your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to regain control without your hands.

you quipped back with a sly grin. "would be better if you actually fucked me."

shit, you knew just what to say to get him riled up. he let your hands go to pull off your useless shorts which already had splotches of your arousal, and you seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt, slide your fist into his pants and pull him out.

getting fucked senseless by your masked boyfriend on the kitchen counter at 3 in the morning was not on your schedule for halloween.

"you know," you mused, your pace slowing once the build up had passed but still rocking yourself on him, "usually the victims try to fight back."

"the fuck does that me-"

the cold metal of a knife poked and teased the exposed skin on his neck, and you felt a little irritated you couldn't see his shock through the mask. "c'mon, you've had your fun, baby, it's my turn."

he wanted to play the part, he really did, but before he could try to resist you had him gently sliced into streaks of red, teeth marks coating his body and his tongue gagging on blood-stained fingers from under the mask. your legs were still secured around his hips, fucking into him slowly and deeply, and every guttural groan that echoed out in the hollow apartment was good enough to keep you going while his body tensed up with rigid muscles and heavy breaths.

he couldn't take it anymore once the searing sting of you smearing his blood on his skin mixed in with the pleasure of dragging against your tightly clenched walls, and he murmured a curse before discarding the mask, messily kissing you with groaning lips buried into your neck once he finally got enough air to pant your name.

ah, the dumbass. he really tried to get you to play along but it was hard when you had him under your thumb. maybe next year, he'd try again.

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wildestdreamsblog · 2 years

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But I’m out of time

Pairing: Soft!dark Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Warnings: Soft!Dark Ari, Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, Breeding kink, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: hiiii! Sorry for the late posting I got busy. Also quick life update, I enrolled in graduate school bcos of quarter life crisis. Also I jumped in the sea and my foot accidentally his a rock. Also I’m not a medical expert pls do forgive me if I wrote something wrong. Other than that, I hope your enjoy this!

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This love is bad: Part Two

“She’s going to be fine,” Ari said in his deep, sympathetic voice. He sat beside the overburdened and over fatigued Isaac on the hospital bench, his hand offering an encouraging pat on Isaac’s hunched back.

Just hours ago, you heard a phone ringing in the middle of the night, Ari groggily answering the phone before he sat up so abruptly. Within seconds, he had worn his pants and grabbed a shirt from his closet. He hadn’t noticed you just yet. His mind hyper-focused on the call, and only when you stood up did he look at you as if he was startled by your movement.

“Ari? What’s going on?” You asked in your sleepy voice, your face showing your concern as you walked near him. His arms surrounded you as your neared him, his face buried on your neck as he inhaled your scent- something he discovered could calm him.

You could calm the storm he had been feeling inside him for as long as he could remember. Darling, you could even calm the demons in his mind.

“I have to go. Isaac called. Jess’s water broke-“

“What? But she’s not due for another month, Ari!” You exclaimed as you moved out of his arms, immediately gathering your wallet and pulling on decent clothes. Ari lead the way to his car, running his hand repeatedly on his hair, a mannerism you noticed when he was agitated or stressed.

It turned out Isaac had an early flowers delivery for an event, and seeing that his wife was not due for more than four weeks, he thought it was fine to leave for a few hours. He claimed they needed the extra money for the baby. And you understood his motivations- it was difficult starting family and raising a child. It was expensive, it was a joint effort, it would take all of you. But you saw how happy Isaac was on days you could watched them as they talked, as if they had their own, little world. You had always even smiled yourself as you watched Isaac rubbed Jess’ belly lovingly. You could already see the happy family they could become. Luckily, Jess was able to call Isaac when she started feeling contractions, painful ones that she was sure was different. And when she felt water running down her thighs, she knew it was time. The baby came earlier than she expected, and it came despite being too early.

That night, Ari forced his way on Isaac and Jess’ front door, ramming his muscular shoulder repeatedly, grunting from the force until the lock gave in. Jess, who was too weak, could no longer stand up and unlock the door for them. You were the voice of reason that night, assuring Jess from the windowsill that she would be fine, that she and her baby would be safe. Despite that, you felt terrified with and for her. She was your best friend, and she was in pain. And that time you wished that you could share her pains and worries. Perhaps, that was how it was when you treasure someone wholeheartedly.

And now, as the three of you waited outside the delivery room, you were starting to see Ari in a different light as you thought of what happened. You knew he was a stand out guy, someone anyone could rely on- and someone who was heavily relied on by this town.

Before him, you didn’t think a man like him was still possible. You jokingly thought helpful and heroic guys like him were just a thing of the past, something that was already extinct in this individualistic world. But not Ari, never him. He was always willing to help, always willing to drop everything on the ground if he could helped anyone. And now as you looked at his tired eyes, you knew he was different, the kind that was good. He looked up when he felt your eyes on him and he smiled at you, as if telling you it was going to be okay.

You noticed that he tended to do that, assured everyone it was going to be fine. Now, you wondered who assured him whenever he needed someone to tel him it was going to be fine, too.

Another hour had passed and still, there was no news. Ari must have seen your tired eyes seeing as he suddenly stood up and offered his warm hand to you. The two of you sat on the back of his fancy pickup car, your legs stretched out in front of you. The parking lot was full of cars despite the hour. Indeed, the hospital was one of the busiest place on earth. You sighed once again before sipping your warm coffee. You looked beside you, to the man sitting not far beside you, his hands clasping the coffee, his leg bent and his arm resting on it. Ari looked just as tired as you were.

His eyes were closed, yet you knew he wasn’t sleeping. In fact, you felt he was far from it. Without any preamble, you took his hand and held it to your little hand because you felt like he needed it.

“She’s going to be okay,” you assured him softly, squeezing his large hand as you did so. “Both her and the baby are going to be just fine, you’ll see.”

He opened his eyes, his blue ones full of worry as he looked at you, “I could have drove faster-“

“You did your best, Ari. All we can do right now is to wait,” you cut him off gently, before he could even condemned himself of things he had no control of. He didn’t say anything after that, and you could see that he was once again just lost in his own unsettling thoughts. You could see him unbelieving that he did his best, that he couldn’t accept that some things were just out of our hands. And above all, you didn’t understand why you had this innate instinct inside you to save him from himself, and why it didn’t bother you.

“I’m proud of you for helping, Ari,” you whispered honestly. He didn’t anticipate that, didn’t know what to do. No one said that to him ever since his mother died, and if he was being perfectly candid, he didn’t know how much he missed the support and understanding from someone he loved. After all, his father didn’t exactly do a good job of raising him with emotional stability.

Truthfully, now there was nothing more that could be done right but to wait. And waiting was the worst torture of all. You couldn’t imagined being in Isaac’s shoes right now, and the agony he was feeling must have been unbearable. This was why they said that women had one foot already in the grave when giving birth. It was a sacrifice, one that you always said you didn’t want to do, but in the deepest, darkest crevices of your heart, you wanted nothing more than to have your own family.

To have someone you called your own, to have given all the love you wanted to receive when you were younger, to tell them it was okay to mess up, that you’d still be there when they made their own mistakes because that was life. No one was perfect, and we were bound to make mistakes.

To tell the family you had secretly wanted that you loved them regardless whether they made horrendous miscalculations, that love was not something that should be earned- much less from a parent.

God, you wanted all that. But how could you selfishly go through with your fantasy when you knew you children would have the same fate as you had if you went through the arranged marriage? Your fiancé, no, your ex-fiancé, was without doubt just like your father. You knew at least that he was a successful tycoon, you knew that because your father would not happily signed you off to anther man if he wouldn’t gain from it- regardless of your happiness. You knew a life with him would be of endless wealth and worldly possession- but would it be a happy one?

Another moment passed, and Ari’s head was resting on your shoulder, his breathing deep and heavy. You didn’t dare moved as you knew he needed the rest, you were just solemnly waiting. You’d just be here for him to lean on, you decided. If everyone would turned their back on him, you would be the one who would stay.

“Hey,” Isaac called your attention softly, his face full of weary, his clothes crumpled.

“Hey,” you greeted back, “you okay?”

Ari opened his eyes when he heard your voice, before lifting his head slowly, his eyes focused on Isaac.

Isaac smiled, his eyes teary before he leaned on the car. “Jess is resting right now. She asked for you, Ari.”

Jess smiled wearily as you and Ari entered the room, her skin still ashen but was improving. Isaac fussed over Jess lovingly, asking her if she was feeling better and if she needed the doctor. You watched them for a moment, and still, the love you had always seen between them was breathtaking. And you thought that it got stronger now that they were truly a family.

Jess turned her head to you and smiled, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to you.

“Come here, you punk,” she whispered to Ari, flashing him her usual teasing smile. She wrapped her frail arms around Ari, her eyes brimming with tears from her gratitude.

“Why are you cryi-“

“Because if not for you, we would have lost our baby. I can’t believe the kid I pushed in the mud and the ocean on different occasions several years ago would be the one who’d saved me and my baby. That is so unfair! How can I even repay you, you asshole-“

Ari chuckled before patting her arm fondly. “I’m just glad to be there on time. Focus on your health, okay?”

“I can’t believe we named our child Ishmael ARI!” She wailed as if naming her child Ari was the greatest sin she did to her child. You laughed from her dramatics. You knew she was going to be okay. “I can’t believe you’re going to be his god father.”

“Who says I’m going to agree?” Ari said teasingly.

“You have no choice, Ari. You’re going to be in our child’s life forever.”

The two of you found yourself walking by the nursery specifically for premature babies, looking at Ishmael in his NICU incubator. He was so small that your heart went out to him. You were almost tearing up when you saw his fragile body. You thought of how he was so small and yet, he was a fighter. And even now he was fighting for his life.

Ari looked down at you, his sole focus was on you and on the look in your face. He reached for your hand and squeezed it once, offering his silent support.

“He’s cute,” Ari broke the silence, looking fondly at his sudden godson.

“He’s the version of Ari that’s cute, yes,” you agreed teasingly, before laughing softly. You knew Jess and her son weren’t out of the woods just yet, but it was like you felt that everything was going to be fine. If baby Ishmael was anything like her mother, you knew this would just be a story to tell when he grew up. “They made someone so magical.”

“Darling, I thought you didn’t like children-“

“Excuse you, Mr. Levinson, get your facts straight. I didn’t say I dislike children, I said I don’t believe in marriage. That’s different,” you rebutted sassily, lifting your eyebrow at him playfully.

Ari took a second to look at you, really looked at you. He could see the vast emotions in your eyes and how you smiled when you saw the babies. He saw your awe back when you glanced at Jess’ then womb.

“You want to have kids,” he deduced silently, a part of him hoping that it was the truth.

You were silent for a moment, your eyes only trained at Ishmael’s fragile body.

“I wanted kids,” you confirmed with a sad smile. “I wanted a family of my own. I wanted to be loved so bad. God, I wanted to be a mother so bad. But that was not possible. I won’t let my children grow up unloved by their father like I did.”

“But,” he started, weighing his words carefully, “but what if it’s with me?”

You turned to him, disbelief in your eyes. But heavens did you feel unburdened when he asked you that simple question, that someone was valiant enough to face the storm with you, that despite your mess, someone was willing to hold your hand.

And so, you answered truthfully. “I noticed that I’m not scared of anything if it’s with you.”

Ari eyed you suspiciously as he inserted his other arm in his suit jacket. He looked impeccable, he looked sharp. Ari’s hair was neatly combed back, in his thick wrist was an expensive watch you recognized was one of your father’s favored brand.

With his current attire, he looked nothing short of the tycoon that he really was, so disparate from the Ari you knew. If you were being honest, this version of Ari gave you the goosebumps, as if he was a dangerous person to you, and you couldn’t understood why.

“You’ll behave while I’m gone, yes?” He asked you for the second time ever since he received a call from work. You assured him time and time again that you wouldn’t leave the town. Ari had only squinted his eyes on you as if weighing his choices. To be fair, he thought of leaving the door locked but alas, he didn’t think he could do that to you.

“Yes, darling,” you assured him as you smiled at him innocently, blinking owlishly at the uneasy man in front of you. “I’ll be a good girl. I told you, I’m just going to talk to my old landlord to see if I can still renew my contract.” And also would do your very best to communicate with Bucky because, you thought as you held eye contact with Ari. You didn’t want him to worry, not when he was going out of town for an emergency in his work.

“You know I can talk to the man, himself, sweetheart. I’ll even pay for the lease,” he offered you in his nonchalant way, as if he hadn’t said that repeatedly to you. If it was up to him, he’d have it done by now. But you, sweetheart, were stubborn. What was wrong with wanting to take care of things for you, he thought, when he swore to himself that he’d take care of you for the rest of his life?

“I told you, Ari. I got it all under control,” you smiled forcedly, hating this side of Ari that wanted to take control of things. At the back of your mind, you could compared his actions to your previous life. However, you didn’t dwell much on it. He just wanted to help like the good man that he was, you rationalized, he wasn’t anything like your father.

Ari nodded after he looked at you for a moment, and you watched him as he drove away. Unbeknownst to you, he was looking at his rearview mirror, watching you as you got smaller and smaller- and then he lost his angelic smile.

You know what the best thing was in this cruel world? Coffee.

So now after a relatively long yet successful day, you found yourself waiting for the cup of coffee you ordered at Mildred’s local and only restaurant in the town. You were quiescently watching from the window when your order came. You mind turned to you and Ari..and how you had been the happiest lately.

“Ah, I remember what to call this now,” you said suddenly, stabbing your food thoughtfully. Ari had invited you to eat dinner outside, literally outside his house as there was a quaint table he and his mom used to meals on back then. The sky was clear, and the stars twinkled bewitchingly above you. Ari drank from his beer casually, his eyes trained at you as he took you in.

“What?”

“Stockholm Syndrome.”

Ari laughed, his manly laughter echoing in the silence of the night. Ari looked ethereal with his masculine look that was illuminated only by the few scattered lights in his property, he looked like an art- one that you would never ever get tired of admiring. “Call it what you want, my darling. I’ll take all I can get from you.”

“I’m being serious!”

He nodded, as if he was agreeing with you but the tone of his voice was anything but. “Based on your accusation, my darling, you’ve developed strong feelings for me.”

“There are feelings, yes. But strong ones? Hmm,” you trailed off as if in thought when you were just merely teasing him. “I’m sorry, I have a fiancé. Can’t cheat on him.”

Ari suddenly stopped smiling, his jaw clenching before he leaned on the table, his muscular arms resting languidly on it as if he was nonchalant.

“You know what would solve all of your problems, sweetheart?”

“What?”

“If you marry me.”

And it was a tempting offer. You had always been cautious of everything since you were young. You were the type of girl who wouldn’t stray too far from the shore for fear of drowning, the type of girl who never went out too late because you were terrified of what lurked in the dark, the type of girl who learned to drive a little late because you were petrified of sitting behind the steering wheel. But in hindsight, it was also unerring that you did all that and more since you met Ari. Being with him gave you courage to actually live, you realized.

He was the one you wanted to be with in this world.

You had always thought that it was foolish for people to fall so quickly, to jump without thinking of their fall. But maybe this feeling was not what you knew of before, this feeling was worth leaping into the unknown for.

With a renewed strength, you vowed to tell him your decision once he got home.

“You love her,” Molly stated calmly, her eyes understanding as she looked at Ari’s stoic face. What he confessed to her was indeed a revelation. And it was only then that she believed further in fate. This was a little bit more cruel for it to be called a coincidence. This was fate playing its cruel tricks on these two.

“What I feel for her is beyond that.”

“Then are you willing to tell her the truth?”

At his silence, Molly knew the answer. But despite this, Molly loved the young man enough to steer him away from his atrocious plan. His mother did not raise him to fool anyone, much less the person he claimed to love. Her heart went out to the card fate had dealt you and Ari. She wanted nothing more but happiness for him, but happiness should not be on your expense.

“Ari, son,” she started, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “The truth is never easy to say, but it must be said. Because if not? Once she knows, and she will, the love she feels for you will turn into resentment.”

You waved at Ari once you saw him walking unhurriedly from his car, in his hand was his suit jacket, and in his other hand was a bouquet of tulips. Your face lighted up before walking to him, your dress flowing behind you. The sun had just started setting when he got home, and with that, the sky looked beautiful and magical.

“Hi, Ari,” you greeted as you reached him, but his arms were already wide opened, and before you knew it, he was embracing you tight, his chin resting on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his broad back, running your hands smoothly on it. “You okay?”

It took him a moment, his mind and heart battling. And at the end, he knew he had to do right by you because above everything and anyone else, he loved you immensely. And love should be good.

“I have to tell you something,” he murmured.

“I have to tell you something, too,” you answered before pushing him gently, looking into his eyes. You swallowed, your heart beating fast before gathering you courage and saying that one thing you knew was the best decision you had ever made. “I want to marry you.”

Ari was…astonished. What were the odds that the moment he decided to do the right thing, that the universe decided to do this to him? That the universe decided to dangle the one thing he wanted the most out of life?

And just when he was about to say something, a movement behind you caught his attention. There, standing so tall, was your bodyguard, Bucky. And he knew, he ran out of time.

You turned to look at what caught Ari’s attention, and then you smiled. You were about to run to Bucky when Ari shackled your wrist with his big hand, his jaw clenched. In that time, he lost all the softness in his expression- that time, he looked deadly and vicious.

The two men were in a stare down, both of them had endangerment in their aura. You were confused, had they met before? You looked at your wrist, and then slowly at Ari’s savage expression.

“Ari? What’s going on?” You questioned him softly, not used to this side of Ari. If you were being completely honest, the man holding you now did not resemble the soft and kind Ari that you knew. This was someone else entirely.

You turned to Bucky when all the answer that you received was silence. “Bucky? What’s happening?”

Bucky tilted his head to the side, raising his brow at Ari. “Care to tell princess? Or should I?” He asked with a smirk in his face, his eyes cold and brutal. “No?” Bucky shrugged before turning his full attention to you. “That’s Ari Levinson, princess.”

Your frowned before chuckling to relieve the tension you were feeling inside you, “I know-“

“He’s your fiancé.”

It was true what they said. Ignorance was truly a bliss.

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#ari levinson fic #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x you #soft!dark ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #ari levinson angst #ari levinson au

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rosenallies · 9 months

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Fuck the prompt list what if you wrote Phone sex au girls having a fight and Rosie raising her voice and Nali being so upset by it and mommy apologizing and comforting her 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

I’ve gotten into like 7526263 fights with my mom in the past week so pls excuse me projecting my m*mmy issues over and over again in everything I’ve posted on the internet since 🫶🏻😔

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“You-you never listen,” Rosé shouted in the best of the moment, throwing her hands up in defeat and anger.

Denali froze, the anger in her body dissipating and turning into anxiety running cold in her veins. She tried to stop it, to take a deep breath and ignore the Rosé raising her voice for only a second made her heart seize with fear.

“Oh my god, Nali, I’m sorry,” Rosé said, reaching for her, pushing down the sting when Denali jerked away from her touch.

“W-why did you-“ Denali stuttered, fruitlessly attempting to keep her voice even.

Shame hung over Rosé’s head like a dark cloud. “I didn’t mean to.”

Denali hated how being yelled at propelled her back to being a child and being screamed at over every little thing, covering her ears with her hands her only reprieve.

“I really didn’t mean to,” Rosé repeated, guilt written all over her face.

“I-I hate yelling,” Denali cried, wrapping her arms around herself and squeezing tight, leaving nail indents on her upper arm that Rosé itched to soothe, but she kept her hands to herself not wanting to heighten Denali’s anxiety even further.

“I know you do, baby, and I’m so sorry.”

Denali’s eyes were wide and wet, Rosé’s heart clenching when she finally looked up at her. “I-I’m sorry I made you have to yell.”

“No!” Rosé gasped, “you did not make me yell.”

“I didn’t?”

“Of course not,” Rosé said, tentatively stepping forward and taking Denali’s hands, saving her from continuing to dig her nails into her arms, “I lost my cool and that was on me, not you.”

It broke Rosé’s heart at the confused way Denali looked at her, like she’d always been told other’s actions toward her were her own fault. “B-but if I didn’t-“

“Baby,” Rosé cooed, guiding Denali to the couch and settling beside her, pushing away the urge she had to lift Denali into her lap, but she kept their fingers laced together, “look at me, look at mommy.”

“Mommy-?”

“Yes, darling, look at mommy-Good job, pretty girl. It is not your fault that I got upset and raised my voice. It’s my fault, no matter what happened to make me upset or start our argument, it is not your fault that I did something to upset you.”

Denali’s lip wobbled. “I’m sorry I’m such a baby.”

Shaking her head, Rosé clicked her tongue gently, pulling her close. “Darling, how many times has mommy told you to not apologize for the way you feel. It doesn’t make you a baby,” she said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m very very sorry I raised my voice at you and it is not at all your fault.”

“I forgive you, momma,” Denali whispered, resting her head on Rosé’s shoulder, “I’m sorry we fought.”

“I’m sorry for that too, baby. We both let it get out of hand I think but that gave me no excuse to not keep the volume of my voice in check.”

Nodding, Denali fought off a yawn, so exhausted after she came down from an intense spell of anxiety.

“Tell you what, sweetheart, why don’t we go take a nap and when we’re both rested we can talk more, okay? Do you think that’s something we can do?”

“Yeah, ‘m sleepy.”

“I know, love,” Rosé said, dropping a kiss to the top of her head, “rest your mind for a bit, okay? Mommy will be here the whole time.”

It didn’t take Denali long to start dozing off once Rosé had carried her to the bedroom and tucked her underneath the duvet. While she slept, Rosé stared at her sleeping face, guilt eating her up on the inside knowing that the dried tear tracks on Denali’s cheeks were because of her.

#phone sex au #prompt request

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"NeChuSho"

Natsume Sakasaki x Reader

Note: Damn Yin made me a victim of japanese phrases. She made me say nechushou slowly and I didn't realize what that meant. Not until I search it and--

It's so short and I'm on a writer's block but ANYwayS, have fun reading.

PLS THIS SEEMED LIKE A SELF-INDULGENT OR REALLY SEEMED LIKE A SELF-INDULGENT FIC--

Note from the me rn, THIS IS SO SHORT PLS FORGIVE ME-- I WROTE THIS BACK THEN WITH LESS BRAIN JUICE

It was sundown in New Dimension and you're there to see Tsumugi about the designs for the upcoming live for this summer. Instead of seeing the bluenette in the lounge of New Dimension, you were met by the magician, Sakasaki Natsume.

"Ah, KittEN. Good evening. What brings you here today?" He asked when he saw you at the lounge's entrance. You explained to him why you're here and you're sure that you saw his eye twitched when you mentioned your upperclassman's name.

Since you have free time and no more work requests at this hour, you sat at one of the chairs in the lounge. Natsume sat in front of you and stared at you, seeing if you seemed tired and sleepy. But unknown to him, you drank coffee this afternoon at work and you showed no signs of drowsiness after drinking coffee. Not now, but later.

You and Natsume waited for Tsumugi to arrive but he seemed to be late. The athmosphere in New Di's lounge is a bit tense and the room is quiet. You thought of lighten up the athmosphere but you made sure to avoid whatever teasing you get from the redhead in the room.

"Sakasaki, try to say "nechushou" slowly."

"WhAT?"

Your request left the redhead speechless. It was sudden but he thought of giving it a try.

"NEchUshOU. So, what abOUt iT?" He asked and you formed a smile for the effort. You covered your mouth to hide the laugh you kept from him and said, "Sakasaki, say it slowly this time."

While thinking of a reason why you told him that, he remembered that internet joke his roommate told him. He stood up from his seat and sat on the chair beside you. You were wondering if it's one of the coffee's side effects of your body absorbing too much caffeine and you hallucinated, if this is all real, or a spell was casted on you by him.

Seeing your dazed state, he inched closer and raised your chin with his fingers. "KittEN, do yoU really waNT to hear mE say iT?" He asked and you nodded. You swear you felt like you've been casted a spell by him without you knowing. You were caught in the magician's trap. Only he could remove the spell on you.

He smirked, cupped your cheeks and said it slowly like casting a spell.

"Hey, let's kiss."

Bonus: (Pls save Tsumugi)

"Who's going to kiss...?" Awakened from your daze state, you turn to see your upperclassmen, Aoba Tsumugi on the other side of the table. Flustered, you wanted to hide it but Natsume's hand never wanted to let you go. Currently, your face is as red as either Natsume, Tsukasa, or the Amagi brothers' hair. "A-Aoba! Good evening! When did you arrive here?"

"Tsumugi, whEN did yOU arriVE?" Natsume asked and glared at Tsumugi. The bluenette answered, "Just now. I'm sorry if I'm late but I was waiting for Sora at Ensemble Square's entrance."

Just when his name is mentioned, Sora showed up behind Tsumugi and smiled. "Hi, producer and Master! Your 'color' seemed to be vibrant today!"

"Um... thank you, Sora..." You blinked and thanked the youngest member of Switch.

Before Natsume said something that only Tsumugi will hear, he told Sora to cover his ears and the redhead covered your ears. He spoke, "TsuMUGI, the next tIme you interrUPt mE, I'll torture you, kill you, revive you, and kill you again."

The bluenette couldn't help but to chuckle nervously. He'll receive a punch from Natsume later in the designs and props room after the early night meeting.

W/N:

SENPAI I'M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME--

@kazune-nene this is ur fault i better tell you but glad i wrote this one--

#ensemble stars #enstars #natsume sakasaki #natsume sakasaki x reader #written by herri #pls i noticed that i was having fun with the natsume text when i read this #i found this in my hidden treasure trove tbh and i found some good sht there #sakasaki natsume #sakasaki natsume x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader

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Run boy, run | Merlin | Kingsman

Chapter 2: A dog's life

Summary: It had been nearly a month since the Valentine’s Day and during it, he couldn’t recall any free moments. Because Arthur was dead, the issue of having a new leader was an especially urgent matter and until the new leader was found, he must have had everything under control, even the process of choosing a new Arthur. It could last for a few months just because other Kingsman’s cells had to have started their recruitment for fallen agents only then the final recruitment could be made.

A/N: I wrote it in 2015 pls have mercy on me. Also pls forgive me if there's somewhere Max instead of Hamish, I tried to change all of it.

He opened his eyes with hesitation. The few moments of precious sleep had just gone away and once more, he needed to face the reality, which was really gloomy. It had been nearly a month since the Valentine’s day and during it he couldn’t recall any free moments. Because Arthur was dead, the issue of having a new leader was an especially urgent matter and until the new leader was found, he must have had everything under control, even the process of choosing a new Arthur. It could last for few months just because other Kingsman’s cells had to have started their recruitment for fallen agents, only then the final recruitment could be made. All this time he hoped that the superior unit was most important and finding new leader for it should be top one priority, but unfortunately that dream was only realistic in Hamish’s dreams. He stretched his muscles cautiously so he wouldn’t wake up Cecilia, to whom he moved closer as soon as he finished stretching. With sleepy smile he thought about his luck, that he met the right woman at just right time and she had prevented ending one of his missions in rather tragic way. He could lay all day long looking at her and admiring her perfection but as he thought about all his responsibilities, he felt weary.

All this time Hamish remained silent to listen to her calm breath and peaceful dreams.

“You’re truly an adorable creature,” he whispered and kissed her arm.

“Mish, what’s the time?” she turned around to him and stroked his cheek. “Do you have much to do today?” As an answer, she received a tired sight and dismal moan. “It can’t be that bad, can it? Is it?” she asked as he rolled eyes.

Hamish left one more kiss on her collarbone and sat up.

“I’d let somebody cut me for one peaceful day…"he sighed as he took the glasses from bedside table.

Cecilia moved to him and hugged his waist. "Don’t be so drastic… That would be a shame if somebody cut you, Mish,” she murmured into his ear causing a pleasant shiver.

“Are you visiting your father today?”

“Yes. He’ll send car for me and Alex…” She said with very unhappy face.

She got up and stretched after her sleep. He was observing her over an arm. The view was quite absorbing as the t-shirt she was sleeping in was too short and when she rose her hands up it showed her haunches. Hamish smiled to himself until he realised that glasses were recording everything and he quickly moved head back. As soon as he got to the headquarters, he needed to delete this video before it was sent further.

“Prepare yourself to work, put on some nice suit and in the meantime I’ll make your favourite coffee. What do you say on that?” she asked while entering the wardrobe just to go out in blue dressing gown.

“You’re an angel, Cissy,” she gave him one of her brightest smiles. “How’s your arm?”

“Not that bad actually. After a month of rehabilitation, it’s quite good but sometimes it hurts like a hell. Good thing I got some free time from work.”

“Are you doing it on purpose?” Hamish asked with slight annoyance and jealousy. As an answer, she shrugged her arms with boorish smile.

“I don’t know my dearest. Am I?” She gave him a mischievous look as she left the bedroom.

Of course she did it on purpose. She always did and she loved teasing her husband. It was like a small hobby of hers if she got bored. However, Hamish wasn’t any better, and when it came to teasing between them quite often it was he who was winning. Fortunately for her, she had some other techniques to get him into the shape she liked.

Carefully she entered her son’s room to check if he was still asleep. As she heard his quiet and peaceful breathing, she left the room.

“Where are my shirts?”

“One should be in the wardrobe. If not check bathroom, I think I ironed one,” Cecilia answered Hamish’s whisper in a low voice to prevent waking up the boy. Her gaze rested on his well-shaped abs. “My God. One day you’ll give me a complex for being in such good shape, Hamish…” He laughed silently at that and disappeared in the bathroom.

Cecilia slowly went down the stairs watching out for her left foot so in the future she would be able to wear high-heels without more than usual pain. The best solution would be to lay down with her leg up but having Hmish and Alex to care after she had no free time to do so.

The kitchen looked like a battlefield as she was quite a messy chef, and Hamish would only sometimes be willing to clean after her. With a sigh on her mouth, Cecilia put the plates after yesterday’s supper into the dishwasher and started preparing coffee in tact with energetic music from radio. First, she turned on the express and then she grinded the coffee beans, and in the effect kitchen was full of characteristic and intense smell.

“Uh… How can he drink such horrible thing?” she wondered out loud checking if Hamish wasn’t standing right behind her. If so he’d look at her judgmentally with a look annoyance put on his face.

The blonde-haired woman sniffed at the grinded coffee and with highest level of disapproval she filled the express with it and put a cup under it. Even though she wasn’t a lover of the drink she was very proud of herself for possessing the ability of making one of the best coffees ever. With pleasant whistling, she continued preparing some breakfast for her husband.

“I heard you were talking shit about coffee,” his voice made her jump as she didn’t expected it at all.

“MISH! How many times do I have to repeat myself about that?!” she reprimanded the grown-man-adult. “My God like a child. What are you laughing at?”

“Anger marrs beauty, Cissy. Don’t make such a fuss about it,” she snorted angrily.

“Perfect timing for coffee,“ she handed a cup of aromatic coffee to him. "An espresso so you can be awake all day long,” after that she gave him a plate with eggs, toast and bacon. “And breakfast, so you have enough power to deal with today’s oncoming shit.”

She turned around to brew tea, whistling quietly at the same time. She would start dancing a little bit if it hadn’t been for her husband’s remarks about it.

“Well, well, at least someone is in a good mood,” he commented her actions and drank all of his coffee with one sip.

She shrugged, licking the teaspoon from the honey in a very suggestive way.

“Cecilia, calm down please,” he tried so hard not to look at her.

“No, no, no… You don’t talk like that to me, Hamish or you’ll be late for work,” he raised a brow as he heard her answer with the fake Scottish accent.

“Are you mocking me?”

“Never!” Cecilia looked at him in disbelief trying to retain her poker face, but just a second after she burst into laughter.

“Sometimes I wonder why I married you,” he shook his head, trying to finish his meal without any disturbance from Cecilia.

“Because I’m making the best coffee you have ever drunk,” she said confidently.

“True,” he agreed finishing his breakfast and standing up.” I need to go. I’ll be late so don’t wait for me with dinner and be nice to your dad,” he kissed her forehead between the sentences. “Send him my regards.”

“Of course. I’m sure he’ll be happy as usual.”

Her smile brightened his morning, and was the only good thing in it as he thought about it. Cecilia looked through the window when Hamish got into black car and drove away. With a slight sigh she braided her longish hair in a loose braid and approached the stairs.

“Alex! Get up, little one! You need to prepare yourself to visit grandpa!” the woman shouted and waited close to the stairs until she heard some kind of movement and sound of bare feet on the floor. Only then did she return to the kitchen to prepare food for herself and her son.

***

“Lancelot, I hope you have good news from the United States and their presidential crisis?” Merlin started as he sat down in the armchair in the main seat at the table. Even though he was sitting there for over a month, still the feeling remained unusual and it was hard for him to get used to it.

“Yes, I do believe so, Sir,” she started looking through her notes, which she had made last night. “As the great part of the previous government were killed on Valentine’s day, they had to choose some unconventional practices and within a week there are going to be held elections. The candidates are nothing special, which makes me think that they’re just figures and someone else will guide them from behind the scenes. But for now it’s not our problem, so I think that America’s issue is closed for some time.”

She finished just in moment when Galahad with his smug smile entered the meeting room.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said as he seated himself at Galahad’s seat.

“Eggsy as you took Harry’s place, it would be more suitable for you if choose to wear more formal clothing, especially for the meetings,” Merlin pointed out wearily, looking on the boy’s outfit with doubt.

“I know, I know. I was late anyway and if I had to put the whole suit on too I’d have been even later. Sorry for that. Won’t happen again,” he ensured, with nod to Lancelot as a form of greeting.

“Well then, getting back to the other crises; The European countries did exceptionally good work with overcoming ruling problem. The United Kingdom after losing its Queen, which is irreparable loss, won’t be the same again but the royal family is quite big so we can be queer for new King William. Unfortunately, I cannot be so optimistic when it comes to Kingsman. Glasses, please.”

He waited until they put on glasses and then he showed diagrams and names of fallen agents in the incident.

“As you can see all over the world, each cell of Kingsman has lost an agent or two. Which is not a good thing for overlay. If we stay weakened for too long it would make for a great opportunity to attack our organisation," while talking he changed the page and pointed out average number of deaths in European countries in comparison with other world’s countries. “Yes, Galahad?”

“What about new Arthur? As you don’t want to stay at his position – “ he started but was interrupted by Lancelot.

“Is there another recruitment oncoming?” she asked with her eyes on Merlin.

“Yes, there will be another recruitment, but unfortunately I have to wait until the other cells will start their supplemental recruitments.”

“Merlin, what is the point of it? There will be no such good candidate as you to take over Arthur,” Eggsy insisted on getting a more specific answer.

“Well thank you, but I do not see myself as a leading figure of this agency and I do not feel competent to do so. Therefore I believe that my concerns are good enough to start procedure for casting a new Arthur,” Merlin’s voice was peremptory and the forceful gaze he put on Eggsy, made him quiet for a few precious moments.

“What will the procedure look like, Merlin?” Lancelot queried trying to put the tension down.

“Good question, Roxy, but I’ll get to it later, as I haven’t finished with the number of deaths. Now, other agencies; FBI, CIA, MI5 and other intelligence organisations registered high numbers of fallen agents and unfortunately some of them, such as directors and important agents, were found out to be enlisted by Valentine, which basically meant their heads blew up,” he showed the last diagram and paused.

“Why are we looking at these week after week,” Eggsy wondered aloud, not even trying to hide that he was a little bit bored.

“Because, Galahad, the numbers are still changing, and even after a month the number of people killed grew, just because of maybe a simple miscalculation, and we need to be updated about any changes,” Lancelot answered the question, forestalling Merlin.

“Now, we can get to the current order of business. On Friday evening, recruitment for Tristian’s place will begin. I’m giving you two days so you can find your candidates and bring them here at 9 P.M. This time Percival will take care of the process and our candidates,” Merlin said with a bitter voice.

If he had to be honest, he’d love to run the recruitment for fresh, untrained minds which he could evolve into something great. It was something that gave him, maybe not the meaning of the life, but hope that one day, when he would be much older, the future would be as bright as today’s or even brighter because of high-trained, Kingsman agents, who were prepared for everything. The sight of people getting better and better was giving him pleasant chills and he didn’t want to give it up.

For now, he had to be satisfied with the part that didn’t suit him at all. Taking care of almost everything was slowly driving him crazy and he was exhausted of it. He knew he could depend on Lancelot, Galahad and Percival for finding needed backup information but his old habits were pushing him to prepare weaponry by himself, making all charts and numbers to presentation. Merlin was overworked and pushing himself to his limits. He couldn’t stand that Kingsman was literally on the bottom of its previous glory. It seemed to him, that the organisation was falling down and he felt obliged, in memory of Harry, Lancelot, every single fallen Kingsman agent, to keep it safe and bring it back to its previous glory.

But if that was going to happen the new Arthur had to be chosen and that wouldn’t be an easy assignment to accomplish.

“Now, answering to your question Lancelot. The recruitment for Arthur’s replacement will look much different from what you have been through because there will be no freshmen. To replace the head of our organization, each cell must provide one candidate. It must be one agent, the best agent on Kingsman’s behalf,” Merlin said after a little break. He still wasn’t sure who was going to be the representative of headquarters, and he was silently counting that Percival would agree.

“Will you be our candidate, Merlin?” Merlin looked at Eggsy with sight.

Huh, you’re not the only one who is wondering about that boy, he thought.

“I’m not sure, Eggsy. There are other agents who can be suitable candidates to represent us. And I’m sorry to inform you, that you won’t be taken under consideration even though I know you are valuable agents,” he pushed up glasses as he continued, “The other rule is that the candidate must have served the agency for no shorter than five years and must be older than thirty-five years old. So no offence but you’re both too young and too inexperienced.”

Merlin was about to add something else but was interrupted by Percival’s entrance. He was holding a couple of letters, which he handed Merlin.

“Thank you, Percival. Have you got what I asked you for?” he asked with light smile as he checked the addresses on envelopes. “I was just introducing Eggsy and Roxy to the rules of choosing new head of Kingsman.”

“That’s good. It’ll be useful in short future as we have to vote for our candidate. Also I’ve got what you wanted, and even something more,” Percival couldn’t help himself, and a self-satisfactory smirk appeared on his lips, “As you asked, I’ve contacted the heads of other Kingsman’s cells to start thinking about their probable candidates. At the moment three of them sent me back information about their candidates. Also two of them, the Australian and Middle-Eastern cells have already started supplemental recruitment.”

“That’s great news. Now Percival, I want you to contact some independent agents from our safe-zone and find one who would be willing to run the show. You know the rules,” Merlin noted something in his electric notebook. “From now, Galahad it’s your responsibility to check on, and receive information about the statuses from other Kingsman’s cells on their recruitment. As for you, Lancelot, you’ll be completing a list of candidates for Arthur’s place,” he paused as he looked at each of them. “All right, I believe that’s everything for now. You’re dismissed.”

Eggsy was the first to get up and leave, but just next to the door, he waited for Roxy.

“So have you thought about your candidate?” he asked with a grin.

“Not really, no. But in two days I think, I’ll figure somebody out. And you?” she looked at him as they went on to ground floor.

Their dogs were waiting patiently for them and as J.B. saw his master his tail started moving faster and not long after he was jumping around Eggsy’s legs, while Roxy’s poodle remain still.

“Good job, come here girl,” she called the dog and petted her lovingly. “So? What about your candidate? Do you have one?” Roxy put her eyes on him.

“Yes,” Eggsy answered with wide grin.

“And what? You’re not telling me anything about him or her?” she queried with narrowed eyes.

“All I can tell you is that if my candidate wins, you won’t be the only girl here, Roxy,” Eggsy shrugged.

She looked at him with a gentle smile. That would be a quite surprise if he brought a girl but frankly speaking, like a Galahad Senior, like a Galahad Junior, Eggsy was full of surprises and even though he was following the rules, he was doing it quite differently than the other Kingsman agents.

“What you’re lookin’ at?” Then she realized she was staring at him.

“Nothing Eggsy. I was thinking, maybe we could go and do some shooting training?”

Roxy changed topic with a little blush on her cheeks. She knew he would see it, but was thankful he didn’t make any remarks about that.

“Good idea but if you lose, you’re gonna be my slave for one day!”

She laughed loudly.

“You? Win? Over me? You sure you’re all right? I have better scores at shooting than you, Eggsy. That is no mystery,” Roxy said and let her poodle go onto the grass outside the building, “And I’m terribly sorry to say that but you’re going to be my slave, Eggsy.”

“We’ll see about that…”

He said it with so much confidence that she smiled again. He was a helpless patient with his cheeky temperament.

“C’mon girl, we don’t have all day!” Eggsy shouted as he was running outside to the rifle range. She shook her head and followed him.

***

“Merlin, could you tell me why you are changing the rules?” Percival asked as he was looking through the window.

“Why do you think? I’m just making them more useful,” he shrugged, while reading the letters, “Yes, I perfectly know that I should choose one of the main agents, but Percy that would take just too much time. Anyway three of our agents are heads of cells so I know them,” Merlin continued as he felt the sceptical look he received from Percival.

“That is exceptionally good, Merlin but they’re three out of eleven, except the candidate from headquarters which –“

“Won’t be me, Percival. And you know perfectly well why,” Merlin interrupted his friend looking up from the letters.

Percival stood shocked. He said nothing, as he knew Merlin was stubborn as a hell if he didn’t want to do something. He slighted wearily, checking through the window if Roxy or Eggsy weren’t about to blow up the rifle range, then he moved away.

“Sometimes you’re worse than Cecilia with your stubbornness,” Percival started, carefully choosing his words. ”But the fact is you need to know all the candidates and their abilities so you can make the right decision.” He finished as he took his seat right next to the Merlin, waiting patiently for his response.

“Percy, that’s why cells must send me all documents of the candidate, mission statuses and results of previous missions. Their tests, all of them. I will know everything about them before beginning of the recruitment. There is no need to worry.”

Merlin’s voice was confident and strong but Percival knew he had some doubts. Even though, he hadn’t shown many emotions, Percival knew that Merlin was the one who hadn’t gotten through Harry’s death and Chester’s betrayal. Of course, it was hard for all the agents but Merlin had practically been brought up in this place and Chester had somehow been like a father to him.

“All right, if you say so, but you must remember that on Friday we’ll be voting for the candidate and I’m pretty sure you’re a very serious candidate, Merlin. There’s no doubt about that,” Percival continued his little tirade hoping that he could make Merlin change his mind.

Merlin only cleared his throat in annoyance, because Percival wouldn’t do anything else but literally harass him by talking about it over and over through last month. Merlin swore to himself that if Percival would talk about it one more time, the man would end up on the Moon.

„Good Lord Percy, you’re a pain in the ass…”

“Because I know, you would be a great leader. You’re just a little bit too lazy, my friend,” he quickly moved aside to avoid a pen thrown by Merlin.

“Percy… Get out or I’ll go for more advanced weaponry, and we’ll see who is a little bit too lazy. Because one of the fires is going to burn your ass off, my dear friend.”

Percival chuckled and rose his hands up in surrender. He was aware, Merlin had all the needed abilities to be a leader, to be a damn good leader too, but he needed to stop being so childish when it came to the bloody recruitment. He didn’t tell Merlin, but since the incident he had been talking to other agents and persuading them that Merlin was the best candidate for new Arthur.

***

Cecilia was enjoying a rather peaceful late evening as Alex was asleep and she could rest a little bit with a glass of a Moscato while reading. She stopped when she heard a squeak of the front door.

“Hamish, is that you?” she asked involuntarily when she couldn’t recognise the figure in the darkness and just a second after she realized how stupid that question had been.

Oh yes, because a murderer would come in through the front door, answer the question and even ask you for a cup of tea, you stupid goose, she thought sarcastically.

“Yes. Why are you still awake?” she could sense the exhaustion in his voice.

Cecilia closed the book, putting it aside. “I didn’t feel tired enough, but Alex fell asleep straight away when he got to his bed,” she got up and approached him, “Are you hungry? There’s dinner in oven if you want.”

“No, thank you. I need to rest for a moment and I’m going to sleep. I’ve been having a headache since midday –“ he looked at her for a brief moment, “And yes, I took some pills,” Hamish added after seeing a question in wife’s eyes.

He took off his jacket and hung it on a bannister while going into the living room. As his gaze fell on the Nordic mythology lying on the table, Hamish undid the cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. He was dead tired but he saw something unusual and new near the fireplace and his curiosity won over.

“What’s that?” he pointed a small, furry ball on a lair.

“A puppy… My father at his end decided to be a good grandfather and presented Alex with a corgi puppy,” Cecilia sighed wearily and sat on the sofa. She grabbed her glass and finished the wine.

“A puppy? Maybe he’ll learn a little bit about responsibility, but I can see that it’s not entirely about the dog,” he said as he seated himself next to his blonde beauty.

“Hamish, please. Alex is only five and I can already see how he’ll take care of that dog. For the first month maybe, yes, but who will take it to the vet? Walk it? Not to mention that we’re usually at work and Alex is at school so the puppy will be all alone at home,” she said bleakly looking at the puppy as it shuffled it’s paws in its sleep.

“So it’s good thing you’re staying at home as long as your arm gets better as well as the ankle. But is it really about the dog?” he embraced Cecilia and pull her closer until she could rest her head on his shoulder. “I can help Alex with the puppy’s training. It’s not that hard.”

She sighed loudly and closed eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts. Maybe the dog wasn’t a bad idea at all. However, her father’s initiative was making her a little bit annoyed. It wasn’t even that he hadn’t asked her or Hamish. She just didn’t want to have anything to do with him, more than usual.

“It’s about my father… I’m constantly surprised by his actions and I have this unpleasant feeling that he wants me to carry on the family business, instead of Matt. No one tells me shit about it and apparently that doesn’t bother my father at all,” she answered after a long pause.

“There can’t be anything wrong, can it?” Hamish felt she tightened her muscles, “Come on, Cissy, there’s nothing you should worry about. Maybe he’ll think about it and change his mind. He’s and old man, they do tend to change their minds quite often…”

“Oh no, that’s not in my father’s style. He’s as stubborn as a mule.”

“Now I can see where you got that from,” Hamish laughed silently when she punched his side.

“The kettle calling the pot black, my dear,” she mumbled, faking being offended. “I don’t want to owe him anything, not since I became independent. He scares me somehow and I can’t recognise the man as my father.”

“Cissy, you can’t speak like that. After all he is your father and he brought you up and took care of you and your brother until you became independent.”

She rolled her eyes with a bored face.

“Hamish, I’m begging you, do not start this tirade again. I should be grateful for my parents. I am grateful for them but since my father’s illness he has changed unbelievably and I can’t recognise him,” how could she possibly be grateful for the double-faced man who was her father?, she thought ”He scares me sometimes…” she added with hesitation.

“Please woman. You and your brother are the last living relatives, especially as long as your mother has been missing since the incident,” he said irritated by her complaining. He was tired after long day at Kingsman’s facilities dealing with its shit and he didn’t have the energy or will to hear her complaints, although, he knew he should show some support. “Anyway, you’re aware he won’t live for long with such high state of his heart illness…” Cecilia looked incensed at him, “Don’t do that. I said something obvious and have known for long time. Of course that incident just made his state even worse.”

“God, I hate when you’re so direct,” she said angrily as she decided not to give him the satisfaction of admitting that he was right. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Oh, thank God!” he accidentally blurted out.

“Sometimes you act worse than Alex… Do you still have a headache?”

Hamish nodded. Despite taking a quite impressive number of painkillers, his head was still killing him. She suddenly started to fidget to free herself from his arms. Only when was she successful at her doings she sat on his lap and took of his glasses.

“Cecilia what are you up to?” he looked at her with half-open eyes and he had to admit she looked very appealing in semidarkness.

“Old, granny way to get rid of headache. Relax and close your eyes.”

He did as she said without hesitation, waiting for her next move. Within moments he felt her thumbs gently massaging and squeezing his temples. He give out a sigh of relief when he felt pain subsided. Fingers moved on to his forehead, massaging it with circular moves.

“Is it any better?” Cecilia asked tenderly.

“Absolutely, you’ve some magical skills,” he murmured with closed eyes.

“But you know if it’s still killing you there’s another way to deal with it,” Hamish raised eyebrow on that words.

“Don’t you say…” he smiled and opened one eye, as he got suspicious about her intentions.

She leaned closer to her husband with roguish smirk.”Mmhmm… It’s very effective when it comes to ladies headaches and I think it can also be effective on men’s headaches, don’t you think?”

Before he noticed it, Cecilia was in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt with one hand while in the other she held his tie. She bit her lip lovingly when he slowly slid his hands along her thighs pulling her skirt up higher and higher.

“Come here.”

As she leaned her head over his, Hamish kissed her, as if he couldn’t breathe without her lips. He could swore that her bright blue eyes became dark of lust and he couldn’t blame her. His hands wandering on her body and slowly exploring it all over again. He never had enough of it. Every single moan of pleasure he caused, he enjoyed twice as much as her fingers gently stroking his neck giving him the shivers.

„Mish, come here with your hands,” she traced them onto her hip and waist and eventually onto her breast.

“With pleasure”

Hamish whispered with husky voice while unbuttoning her shirt, under which he found a nice piece of lacy lingerie. With tender kisses Hamish traced path from her lips to soft skin between her breasts. He could feel like her body was melting under his touch and hear how much she enjoyed it.

“Perfect timing, Merlin…” he paused terrified.

“What?” Max looked at Cecilia, both surprised and petrified with wild thoughts crossing his mind that she somehow had found out about the truth.

“The dog, puppy is awake,” she said miserably.

“Could you please repeat the dog’s name?” he just noticed the little furry ball, which was trying to get on the sofa.

“Merlin. Alex named it like that. He has been quite obsessed with Arthurian legends since I started reading them to him. Everything is all right?”

Eggsy must know nothing. Under no circumstances , he thought as he nodded to Cecilia’s question. In that right moment he was close to the heart attack caused by his own son but realized it wouldn’t be that bad with such beautiful sight. Hamish looked at the unfortunate dog and he knew that it needed to go out to its business immediately otherwise there would be a catastrophe on the floor. He moved again, looked at his wife and with much regard he kissed the spot between her breasts, buttoned her shirt up and sighed. That stupid dog interrupted such a beautiful moment and that nearly made him cry.

“I’ll go out with him. I’ll be back just in a minute, my beauty,” he kissed her passionately.

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom,” she said between kisses.

He watched her getting up with that specific smile, with messy hair and not properly buttoned shirt. Hamish followed his wife with his eyes until she got to the stairs.

“And what should I do about you? This house is not big enough to have two Merlin’s in it,” he said to the puppy, which was quite lively running around excited by its surroundings. “Come on, boy.”

He led the animal to the door and let it go into the garden. For a moment, Hamish observed how excited the dog was. It barked at a bird flying by, sniffed some bushes and eventually came back to him, putting its paws on his leg.

“What should I do about you, little one? I can’t call you Merlin, that would be strange…” he stood in silence thinking intensively what to call this little creature. A small smirk appeared on his lips when he came to the solution.

“The lady of my heart isn’t particularly patient. We need to go… Junior…”

#merlin x ofc #kingsman fic #kingsman secret service #kingsman the golden circle #roxy morton #eggsy unwin #hamish mycroft

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bocchibee · 1 year

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introduction

hi! im bocchi!! im a sleepy autistic transfem :3

i like mega man, fortnite, persona, project sekai, and more! if you like any of those things then i would love if we could get to talk!

here on my page i intend to post some of my art and some of my ramblings c:

i also plan on posting game reviews. i currently have a hyperfixation on the mega man series and i want to share my thoughts on those games and maybe other games with the world! i originally wrote some of them in a google doc but i want to try and find an audience and maybe some new friends!

hope you like my stuff! see u around!

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮~

With: Leona, Sebek, Jade, Floyd, Vil, Kalim

Warning: So I know that what I made is really annoying for others... so I'd like to warn you that at the beginning, you will see me ramble about the character's hands. If you want to skip to the hc, go to where the 🤝 emoji is. ^~^

Note:Also, I’d like to address that I do not know how to make Headcanons for the life of me.... So this is just me making a shameless hc, with my shameless hand addiction, fueling my shamelessness, as I shamefully self insert myself in these things I wrote... Forgive me for my shamelessness.... Also, pardon me for my annoying commentary and emojis. I simply do not know how to control my excitement and my feelings so😔👊

AND YES! I THINK THIS IS A CRACK HC LOL!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

-I'd like to break the silence by saying... LEONA'S HANDS ARE BIG AND MUSCULAR! Leona works out in magift so it's a given that he'd have scrumptious big hands😳😳😳

-Leona's hands are chonky😳 he has long fingers that will surely make yours look very small! Also look at Leona's nails! Its ok looking for me, but it's pretty neat so👌👌👌👌

-Leona's got this rough and rugged look, so I think his hands will probably be kinda rough, BUT NOT THE CRUSTY ROUGH! it's more of the manly rough. A firm hold with his loaded wrist😏

Ok curious what will happen if you hold hands? I gotchu fam:🤝

-Imagine if the both of you were napping and you suddenly intertwined you fingers with his. Leona is a sleepy boi, BUT MAN! HE IS AWARE! Lion boi felt ur hands creeping unto his, but he'll pretend he didn't know that😏

-Leona LOVES holding hands! Only at private tho. This cat boy will never admit to that, but keep holding his hands and look at his reaction. He. Won't. Shrug. You. Off.😏😏👊

-Also when you play and fidget with leona's hands when you're doing premarital hand holding which is illegal btw he loves it when he looks at you spaced out fumbling your fingers with his.

-Leona has big hands, so he'll definitely make yours look wayyyyy smaller. AND LION BOI FINDS THIS ADORABLE! DO NOT FORGET THY HOLY WORDS!

-Lion boi is secretly the type to hold your hands when you're sleeping. He plays with your fingers, admiring how cute and small it is.

-Oh wait...Oops...he got caught... LEONA IS CAUGHT RED HANDED?😳 You wake up finding leona playing with your hands? It's either he turns on his back from embarrasment and tells you to sleep, or he squeezes your hands tighter and burries your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment. He'll play it off as annoyed, but cat got his toungue huh?. Oh wait.... He IS the big cat😏😏😏

Ok enough babbling with leona...

SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

AHAHAHAHAHA YES MY FAVORITE HANDS! Cough, I'm sorry about that

-Sebek has proportional hands. His is more on the medium-big side. But it is perfectly proportional! At least in my eyes...😳

-The back of his hands are smooth and spotless! Very scumptious to look at! Pls look at sebek's hands too!😳😳😳

-Bebek has PRETTY NAILS UGHHH! He most likely trims and takes care of it every week! Not the best nails, BUT VERY NEAT!😳

-Bebek is a highkey fanboy of malleus, so he trains everyday to protecc his God and saviour Malmal. Naturally, he'll have calloused and rough hands... BUT DO NOT FRET MY CHILDREN! It is not that noticable which shookt me. His hands are a bit roughed up, welp can't help it, he's a man with mang jobs after all. (Yes, I call him bebek because sebek is babey🥺)

Curious what will happend if you hold hands with Bebek? I gotchu fam:🤝

-Sebek is a child so he won't really initiate first on holding hands. BUT WHEN YOU DO! OH BOI!😏

-Sebek has this transparent look to his skin... Almost ghostly per say. BUT WHEN YOU HOLD HIS HANDS... Sebek is not used to this interaction so expect a tomato in front of you... Sebek's face is flushed red reaching down to his neck, and the fun part is, even his hands are blushy blushy😏😏😏😏

-After the first time the both of you held hands. Sebek will crave for it A LOT! Expect him to randomly start akwardly making way to you hands and play with it while the both of you are just chilling. Akward..... Sebek.exe will stop working when you look at him confuse, in which he'll get flustered, and ask if he can hold your hands. ADORKABLE!

-It would take him some time trying to calm himself down, all flushed and red embarrased from asking to hold hands.

-At first, Sebek will firmly hold your hands, stiff and afraid he might break your fingers or something.... Pls tell him to relax and just chill🥺🥺🥺

-When the both of you gets used to hand holding, Bebek is the type to kiss your hands as a gesture of Love....hgnnn hot!😳😳😳

I'm sorry, I'm letting my personal hand bias get the best of me..😳👉👈

JADE LEECH:

-HGNNN JADE HAS SQUISHY HANDS!😳😳

-Jade has big hands folks.... Big hands..... Perfect for unscrewing the cap of the holy water bottle.🤠

-mushroom boi has squishable hands in my eyes and you can never change my mind.

-his skin is probably smooth and sleek too, his palms must be soft but firm😳😳

-Jade has this grip that makes you feel safe for some reason. Maybe because it's big? or maybe because it's soft?

Wanna know what it's like to hold hands with mushroom boi? I gotchu:🤝

-Jade...oh Jade.... He is the first one to hold your hands in a surprise. Like... imagine after school ends, you ran up to him and he swiftly intertwines his firngers with yours..😳😳

-You are flushed from this sudden hand holding. Red cheeks, red neck. JADE FINDS THIS VERY SCRUMPTIOUS! Mushroom boi will try to push you on edge. Holding both of your hands tighter, and fumbling his fingers with yours. You're just standing there starstruck and embarrased by the sudden hold. Jade is enjoying this too much...��😏😏

-Of course, to add more to the fun, JADE IS THE TYPE TO KISS THE BACK OF YOUR HANDS TO TEASE YOU!😳

-if you try to pull away from embarrassment...oh no.... You're just begging for Jade to tease you more huh? He'll hold you tighter and maybe even hug you.

-What if you try to hold his hands first? Oh my... Prepare yourself....if you try to hold his hands, he'll just smile like normal, but as time passes by and both of you are pretty relaxed now...that won't do.... He'd pull your hand he's holding and rest his cheeks at the back of your hand, he'd stare straight at you and tell you how much he loves you....😳😳😳

-goodluck on dealing with embarassment Jade stans (oho i know you love it)

FLOYD LEECH:

-ANOTHER EEL BOI COMING RIGHT UP!

-Floyd is whooping 191cm, it's common sense he has very big hands. Perfect for flipping the pages of the holy bible.😏😏😏

-This man child has some big rough hands! Expect your hands to look very small beside his!

- Also I want to tell you about Floyd's knuckles......I think I found my new religion now... Check out Floyd's knuckles!!😳😳😳👌

- Floyds's wrist is big too....mhmmm scrumptious eel martini😳👌

Do you want to know what it feels like to do premarital hand holding with this hot eel? ME TOO! Illegal hand holding time!🤝

-"Your hands are tiny koebi chan~" Floyd is the first one to randomly hold ur hands.😳

-If Floyd gets bored, he'd try to find interesting things to do to kill of the boredom. HMMM?! Do you see that? Koebi chan's hands! Eel boi will casually start playing with your fingers, squishing your palms as you sit there confused and embarrassed.

-He'll eventually intertwine his fingers with yours, as he points to it with his other hands and say "How cute~ koebi chan's hands are tiny!" Grinning widely with his teeth showing. Practically speaking, you are just putty in this eel boi's hands now. You are a blushing mess.😏😏 FLOYD HOW CAN ONE BE CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME?

-Eventually, floyd will start to crave having your fingers to hold on to! When you're randomly walking down the halls, don't be surprised if a random eel surprises you by linking your fingers together.🥺🥺

-Whenever eel boi sees you, he'd grab your hands automatically. He loves holding your teeny tiny hands with his big ones.😳

-When you avert your attention to something else, he made this habit of squeezing your hands a bit and looking at you with a pouty face. UGHHH MY HEART HURTS THINKING ABOUT IT-

-Whenever he gets jealous, he grabs unto your hands quite tightly, even if the both of you are out in public. Let's say a random dude keeps on talking to you. He'll grab your hands that’s still intertwined with his, and he'll bring it very very VERY CLOSE to his face.😳😳😳 Then he'd look at you straight in the eye as he bites unto your palms. He'd whisper "You're mine right? Koebi-chan~"😳😳😳

I'm getting too much into floyd, this is starting to become a fanfic🤦

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

-MY CRUSTY VILL~🥺🥺🥺

-Ok vil's hands aren't crusty ok? He may be crusty, but not his hands!!!

-My man vil drowns in hand creams, so expect his hands to feel like clouds. It's soft, smooth and most importantly SQUISHYYY!😳😳😳

-Looking at vil's hands is not that exciting ngl... BUT HIS LAB COAT ONE IS👌 very beautiful👌very scrumptious👌

-Vil has proportional and perfect hands. Fingers are in the medium side, so as his hand size. Very perfect indeed.

-His hands might look frail and feminine at first, BUT MAN! You are so wrong! From a gentle hold, it can escalate to a very strong hot grip in seconds.😳

-The back of his hands looks smooth tbvh. And his nails are ok. BUT HE PROBABLY PUTS A LOT OF EFFORT IN MAKING HIS HANDS PERFECT! SO KUDOS TO MY CRUSTY VIL!🥺

Let's hold Vil's hands illegally ok? Don't tell the cops shhhhh! Hand holding time:🤝

-It would start off as a normal vibing session. The both of you are probably having tea, studying, or mainly just chilling in the lounge.

-But suddenly... Vil takes notice of your hands...Hold your wigs kids.... he'd ask you if you've been taking care of your hands, in which you answer "no" shamefully.

-But Vil will then smile at you and tell you you should take care of your hands and use hand creams to prevent them from going rough! He'll lecture you about how you should take care of yourself so the both of you can be perfect and beautiful together.

-Suddenly vil whips out a handcream from his bag, and he'll ask you for your hands.

-As embarrasing as it sounds. The most beautiful man in twisted wonderland is putting handcream on you.😳😳😳

-Vil would definitely massage your small fingers and compliment how pretty your hands are. He'd tell you how cute your nail are and how soft your palms are. Thats it. You're a blushing mess right now!!😳😳

-You'd try to look away from embarrasment, but when vil sees this... Oh boy... He'd pout, and as he's massaging your hands. He'd intertwine your fingers with his, to make you look at his direction again.

-Vil would definitely kiss your fingers and say "You're beautiful, my love."

VIL I LOVE YOU! ok thats all for that, I'm dying rn.

KALIM AL-ASIM:

-Kalim you adorkable sunshine boi😳😳😳

- Kalim has smol hands, BUT NOT TOO SMALL! I'd say, it's probably perfect for you to hold hands with.😏😏😏

-His nails are also small, I think? But it's cute, and turns out i'm a sucker for cuties.🥺

-His lab card is scrumptious.... Both the hands and the food he is cooking...😳😳😳 I hope i'm not the only one who thinks that.....

-ALSO HE HAS A LOT OF ACCESSORIES IN HIS HANDS WHICH I'M WEAK FOR! omg his bracelets and bangles are making me feel hot and bothered.😳😳😳

-Anyways, kalim is sunshine so expect his hands to be warm and full of infectious positivity.🥺

Wanna have a chance to hold kalim's hands? Ur in for a ride fam!🤝

-At first, you's simply be invited for a flying carpet ride by ya sunshine boi, kalim. Pretty simple huh? Nahhhhh!

-Of course, in order to get to the carpet where kalim is, sunshine boi needs to lift you up in the air.

-Kalim will offer his hands whilst riding on the carpet. Hggnnn such a cliche scene from a movie🥺👌

-But the thing is...... Even if you're already in the magic carpet, sunshine boi will forget he was holding your hands...😏

-He'll keep on telling fun stories and talking to you while both of you are high up in the clouds. Oops.... You noticed you're holding kalim's hands... You went red and flushed from embarrasment. Your hands begin to get sweaty as you stare at the both of yours and kalim's hands together...

-Expect your sunshine boi to take notice of this and ask you what's wrong... You'd point at his hands embarrasingly as you look away in the other direction.

-To your surprise, when you look at kalim again. Kalim is beet red too! A BEET RED KALIM IS RARE! DO NOT FORGET THIS MOMENT GAMERS!🥺🥺🥺

-He'd ask you if it's ok to hold onto your hands maybe just a little bit more???? It's not a sin to ask for more right?😏

-Kalim lets go of your hands for a moment. BUT DONT WORRY! he'll just try to properly hold your hands this time! He'll intertwine his fingers with yours, and maybe lightly squeeze it too.😳

-After this brief akward moment, Kalim goes back to his sunshine tendencies. Smiling brightly like the sun he is🥺🥺🥺

-When your night ride is over PLS DONT LET GO OF KALIM'S HANDS YET! he'll be a bit sad if you do😔👊

-But when the both of you lands on the ground...Kalim would grab the both your hands, and put them both on his cheek.He'd intertwine his fingers with yours from the back of your hands and the both of you probably just wants to melt then and there.

-He'll tell you "please dont go yet!" KALIM UR SO ADORABLE! PLS HUG KALIM!🥺👊

The End ^~^

I just babbled about my hand worshipping tendencies all throughout this headcanon... I'm sorry about that pls. stone me gently for I have sinned....

Tags: @muraenxdae You're the one who suggested this, take responsibility.... @cursedtwst let's lick their hands together ok? @edgymcmytrash u said u wanna be tagged? SUFFER! @nightingale-oath let's be shameless together ok?😳👉👈

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milkybonya · 3 years

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sticky situation

warnings: food mentions

Pairing: office worker!Doyoung x neighbour/co-worker!(gender neutral)reader

word count: 1-2k ?

Summary: you have a crush on Doyoung, your neighbour who lives three floors above you, but you’re too shy to confront him, so you leave sticky notes on his door. Desperate to find out who’s been leaving notes on his door but not wanting to approach you in case you don’t want him to, Doyoung patiently waits until you step forward first. With the help of Jungwoo, your co-worker and best friend (who sadly has a one-sided crush on you), you’re able to get out of this sticky situation.

what i listened to while writing: We Still (Be With U) - Astro

[a/n]: the synopsis is long and this is a mess and the ending is in need of a part 2 but i had fun writing this so i hope you’ll enjoy -- this is not properly edited because i’m sleepy but wanted to post this asap so pls forgive me ily

When you first saw him at the office, you didn’t think much other than wow, this guy is kind of handsome. After that, you moved on and continued with your day. It was when you saw him moving into your complex when you started to think that maybe this was fate.

The way he looked so neat at work with his hair parted comma style, his suit well-ironed and his watch glistening under the florescent lights perfectly contrasted with the way he looked when he moved in: hair a fluffy mess, baggy sweater sitting awkwardly on top of his sweatpants, mismatched socks peeking out of his sneakers.

He was so cute. He was so perfect. And you didn’t even know his name... until you read it from his office ID card but still... you had fallen for an almost-stranger and you were feeling helpless..

“You know those messages written in marker on the bathroom stalls? Do you ever just wonder who writes those?” your friend, Jungwoo, asked, bending down to sit in the chair across from you.

“Why?” you asked, sipping your drink through your reusable straw.

“There were just a bunch of those in the bathroom and it made me wonder... who brings a marker to the washroom and who writes those things?”

You felt like a lightbulb went off in your head, and it was probably visible in your expression.

“What’s up?” Jungwoo asked, being the one to take a sip from their drink this time.

“I’ve got an idea...”

Doyoung left the house each morning at 7:45am sharp. You knew this because you happened to be outside of your unit, watering some of your hanging plants in the morning when Doyoung would rush by with a quiet “excuse me”.

He returned home at around 6:30pm each evening. This routine would happen each day except for the weekends. On Saturdays he would go for an early morning run at 7am, and on Sundays, he wouldn’t leave the house until 5pm to go for another run.

You had his timetable memorized, which means you knew when to place the sticky notes on his door while avoiding being caught by him.

Did I mention that your plan was to place sticky notes on his door?

Your friend’s thoughts about bathroom stalls made you think that even if you couldn’t confess your feelings to Doyoung directly or even befriend him in any way because of how shy you were, you could at least leave messages on his door to brighten his day.

When you went home, you went through the stationary you had and picked out your favourite sticky notes and a pen that you would only use for this purpose.

“good evening! enjoy your evening run~” you wrote, since it was 4pm on a Sunday and you knew that he would soon leave for his run.

You quickly got up with the sticky note in your hand and crept up the stairs to the third floor where Doyoung lived. Looking left then right and confirming that no one could see you, you gently pressed the sticky note against his front door, rubbing it with your thumb to make sure it wouldn’t fall off.

Standing back to make sure it would be at his eye level, you then ran downstairs to your floor and peeked up through the space in-between the stairs. A few minutes later, the door to Doyoung’s unit opened and he stepped out, turning to close and lock the door behind him. He paused, though, reading your note on his door.

Looking around, he tried to find who had placed it there, but there was no one on his floor. So he gently removed it, folded it and placed it in his pocket, not wanting to lose it. When he started to jog down the stairs, you quickly opened the door to your own unit and went inside, not wanting to get caught. Through the peephole, you watched Doyoung run past with the trace of a smile on his face, and it made you happy.

You considered going up to place another sticky note on his door for him to see when he got back, but you thought that would be too much, so you decided to just leave it at that for today.

The next day, you rolled out of bed at seven and despite not being able to see clearly since your face was puffy, you walked to your desk to pick up your sticky notes and pen.

Thinking of what to write, you decided on a simple "have a nice day and a good start to the week!" except because you were so sleepy, you wrote 'day' as 'daay' and 'week' as 'weak' so the sticky note was a bit messy.

Not wanting Doyoung to think you couldn't spell or were too lazy to try again, you scrapped that note and rewrote it on another sheet.

Pulling on a hoodie, you quickly washed your face before stumbling upstairs to stick it on his door. You then managed to eat breakfast before it was 7:45am and you snuck outside to see Doyoung's reaction to the sticky note this time.

When he walked out, you fell back against the door seeing his neatly styled hair and his freshly ironed suit hanging off his frame. His skin was glowing under the early rays of the sun, and his smile when he looked at your note was enough to make you grasp at your fastly beating heart for dear life.

Again, he folded the note and placed it in his pocket before he rushed downstairs and you had to quickly enter your unit to avoid being caught.

At work, your manager asked you to take some documents down to the PR team. When your Jungwoo, who worked at the office with you, overhead this, he texted you.

[y/n]!!! Doyoung works for the PR team! use this chance to do something!

You had told your friend about your crush on Doyoung and boy were you grateful that you did.

Taking the documents from your manager, you walked out into the hallway and stopped there to think.

Did he like coffee? You'd never seen him leave with one in his hand when he left his house.. Maybe he bought one at work? Would it be okay for you to buy one and leave it at his desk?

You decided to text Jungwoo for help.

does Doyoung like coffee?? would it be ok if i got him some?

everyone in this crappy office likes coffee! it's the only way we can survive!

With that, you set off to the company café to buy a drink for Doyoung. Then, in the elevator on the way to his floor, you took out a pack of sticky notes which you had stashed in your pockets and a pen to write a message.

"do you like coffee? i hope you do.. enjoy this and have a good day!" you wrote, sticking it onto the side of the cup.

You stared at it in satisfaction before the silver elevator doors opened and you left to find the PR room. When you found it, you decided you were going to drop off Doyoung's coffee first, but there was just one problem.

You had no clue where his spot was. And Doyoung was nowhere to be seen.

And what would people think when they saw you drop off a coffee for him after asking where he sat? Would they think you're his s/o? Would they ask him about it? Just the thought of Doyoung being bothered by people asking questions because of your mistake made you--your phone vibrated in your pocket. You unlocked it to find an unread message from Jungwoo.

psst. he sits in front of the manager, on the manager's left side. ur welcome.

Thank heavens for sticky notes and best friends.

After finding the manager, which was easy just by the way they sat and the mood that everyone around them showed on their faces, you casually walked towards them while dropping Doyoung's coffee off on his desk and facing the sticky note side towards his computer so no one could see or read it.

Then you gave the manager the documents and got the hell out of there.

On your way out and in your hurry, you brushed shoulders against someone and immediately turned to apologize.

"It's okay," Doyoung said with a smile, continuing to walk off to his spot.

You had just brushed shoulders with Doyoung... Doyoung?!

You ran to the elevators before he would have any chance of discovering that you left the coffee at his desk.

Once he was at his desk, Doyoung sat down with a sigh, stretching out his limbs before sitting tall and straight again. His hands moved to his keyboard to begin typing, but froze after seeing a cup of coffee in front of him.

Had he told someone that he had been craving an Americano?

He didn't recall doing this.

Who had placed it there? He looked around but no one made any eye contact.

After asking the person working next to him about it, who said they had no clue, he just decided to drink it.

As he did, his fingers felt a piece of paper on the cup. Turning it around in his hand, he found a sticky note with a cheerful message written on it.

"do you like coffee? i hope you do.. enjoy this and have a good day!"

What was this familiar tone of writing? Could it be..

He pulled out the folded note from his pocket that had been on his front door that morning, unfolded it and held it next to the note on the cup.

The handwriting was a perfect match.

6pm, the time read. You moved your fingers faster against your keyboard. You only had half an hour before Doyoung would get home and you were still cooped up in the office. It had been your own fault -- you kept imagining what Doyoung's reaction to the coffee had been. Did he hate it and throw it out? Did it make him feel sick because he has a coffee allergy?

"[y/n]."

You hummed as you looked up from your desk to face Jungwoo.

"Go home. I'll finish up the rest of our task for the both of us," Jungwoo said with a small smile.

"Really?" you asked in disbelief.

"Yeah!"

"I owe you!" you replied, grabbing your coat before leaving the office.

"Big time," Jungwoo said.

6:25pm, you made it home. You were wet from the rain and dried off your hands so you could write the next note.

"how was your monday? i hope it was productive and not too tiring. enjoy a good rest!"

As you were about to peel it off, you noticed a bag of candy that you had left on your desk. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to leave one for Doyoung..

In the few minutes that you had left, you taped a candy to the note and left your unit in a rush to tape the note to Doyoung's door. You made it downstairs and into your unit just as Doyoung entered the complex and began to walk upstairs.

When he passed your unit, you quietly stepped out so you could see his reaction. He smiled immediately when he saw the familiar writing on his door, and turned the candy around in his hand before unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and savoured the flavour, and your heart bursted into a million butterflies just watching him smile from above you.

He pocketed the note and looked around then down. He would've seen you if you hadn't been quick-witted and quickly hidden yourself.

"Whoever you are, if you're still nearby, I just wanted to say thank you.." Doyoung said quietly before opening the door to his unit. It beeped as it locked behind him.

Since that day, you left a note on Doyoung's door twice a day, even on weekends. Each time, Doyoung would pocket the note with a smile, and you were beginning to wonder what he did with them afterwards.

You started to leave little gifts for him along with the notes by taping flowers or candy to his door. Seeing his reaction made you happy, and the times he'd adorably walk up to the door with his eyes squeezed shut as he wondered if a new note would be awaiting to then open his eyes and grin as he saw it there... it all filled your days with so much happiness.

You were just an office worker before Doyoung, living every day like the rest. Now, you were so happy. Your secret admirer persona made you happy.. until you weren't so secret anymore.

Doyoung was desperate to find out who you were.

He had found himself getting excited from your notes, his heart fluttering as he traced the lettering with his fingers despite not having the slightest clue about who left these notes. He felt like he was pathetic for feeling this way.

Doyoung had figured out your routine and what times you would place the notes on his door, so he decided he would head out to work just a little earlier one morning. As he crept towards the metal railing across from his unit to peek down at the stairs, he saw you leave your unit and walk upstairs.

Did this mean you were the person leaving notes at his door? Or were you just coming upstairs for a different reason?

He purposely stomped around upstairs, making noise to see what your reaction would be. You froze in response, looked up to see the door to Doyoung's unit open, and fled back to your own unit.

Doyoung had a feeling that he had found you.

You waited for exactly ten minutes before deciding that it was safe to leave. Perhaps Doyoung just felt the need to get some air a little earlier this morning.

When you closed your door behind you, your hand brushed against a thing piece of paper that felt to the ground after you touched it. After you picked it up, you notice there was writing on it.

"have i found the source of my daily happiness? thank you for leaving notes for me.."

You were so in awe that you had to read it a few times over to understand that it was real. Your crush. Had called you 'the source of his daily happiness'. You. A source of happiness.

It made you so happy that you jumped up, stomping your feet against the ground. Doyoung, who was quietly watching from upstairs, smiled to himself seeing your reaction.

Don't worry, Doyoung still didn't know what you looked like. All he could see was the top of your head and your back, and he purposely kept it that way because he had a feeling you didn't want him to find out who you were. I mean, the anonymous sticky notes kind of gave that away.

But now he knew where your door was, and nothing could stop him from leaving notes for you, too.

Doyoung would always leave a note on your door before you left one on his. In the mornings, he'd sometimes even leave you sandwiches or snacks, writing that he'd had some extra breakfast foods lying around snd wanted to share some.

He was lying, though.

He'd gone out of his way, googling the most popular breakfast snacks and attempting to make the sandwich three times before he got it to look just right.

At work, the two of you never saw each other, and if you ever saw Doyoung walking towards you, you'd immediately hide out of sight. Doyoung still didn't know you worked in the same place as him. He only knew you as a neighbour, and you preferred it that way.

What if he'd think lowly of you when he discovered that you were still just an intern almost reaching the end of your internship and unsure if you would actually be hired? You couldn't risk it.

This sticky note situation continued on for weeks until your friend, Jungwoo, decided he'd had enough.

"[y/n], this needs to stop."

"What needs to stop?" you asked him, washing the dishes in your kitchen while Jungwoo sat on your couch.

"This secret admirer thing. It's been weeks and he clearly likes you."

"Clearly? Where? How?" you asked, throwing down the dish towel and turning around to face him.

"He's been leaving notes for you, too. He knows all your favourite snacks now and always buys them for you. Would just a friend do any of this?"

"Yeah, you," you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

"I also have a crush on you, you dummy, so I'd know how people with crushes on you act," Jungwoo muttered.

"What?" you asked, walking towards where he was sitting.

"Nothing. I said I've heard the rumours circulating around Doyoung and his coworkers that Doyoung likes someone and I'm pretty sure it's you," Jungwoo said, laying back and placing his hands behind his head.

"How are you so sure it's me?" you asked, sitting next to him.

"Because as I was grabbing coffee from the break room on their floor, I heard it all. One of Doyoung's coworkers was talking about how Doyoung has gone insane and has fallen for someone who sticks hand written notes on his door. He doesn't even know what this person looks like but he talks about them in the office during breaks all the time."

"You heard this? Actually?" you ask. You can feel the blood in your body rushing to your face as your heart pumps quickly. Doyoung... in love.. with you?

"I swear I heard this. I'm your friend, why would I lie?" Jungwoo pointed out, spitting out the word friend as though it was poison.

"So what do I do?"

"Set up a date and meet him!"

"Just...like that?"

"Yes."

"I can't," you sighed, burying your face in your hands.

"I haven't spoken to him. Just imagining it makes me want to hide under my bed... Me... speaking to Doyoung while on a date? Us looking at each other and..."

"[y/n]! Come on! You are going on a date with Doyoung and that's that. And I'll be here to help you."

You smiled at Jungwoo who smiled back, feeling a bittersweet ache in his heart.

The next morning, after reading Doyoung’s sticky note on your door which wished you a good day, you walked up to his unit with a special sticky note in your hand. Taking a deep breath, you stuck it to his door and rushed down. This time, you didn’t stand outside and wait to see his reaction. You headed in and pressed your back against the door.

Your heart was racing.

“i hope you also have a wonderful day, Doyoung! this day will come to an end soon, but there is still tomorrow~ would you like to spend your tomorrow with me? you can knock on my door whenever you’re ready. if you don’t knock, i’ll understand that you’re busy or didn’t want to come :)”

This note was scandalous in your mind, but Jungwoo insisted that you write it like that. To you, it sounded like you were cornering Doyoung into spending a day with you, because he’d pretty much be the bad guy if he said no to this.

Your stomach felt like a black hole, and slowly slid down to the floor. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you decided that you would call in sick. You did not want to go to work today.

Okay, let’s use this day to prepare for tomorrow. What are we even going to do? What will I wear?

Like the adorable soul you are, you searched google for the top places to take someone on a date near you. Some cool things showed up like museums, art galleries, but you decided that they wouldn’t be so good. In places like that, your focus would move to the art, and you wouldn’t want Doyoung to feel left out. So instead, you found a cute café.

Though your heart was already racing at the thought of talking to Doyoung face to face, you decided that was what you had to do. You have to get to know him. That’s what Jungwoo told you.

Next, you moved to the closet to pick out some clothes. Nothing too tight that would make you feel more anxious than you already were, but not something too casual. Once you found what you were looking for, you laid it out on your couch.

For the rest of the day, you binged romance dramas and movies in hopes that you would be inspired and learn a thing or too. Whether or not they’d work, you’d find out tomorrow.

Once Doyoung stepped out of his unit and reached for the familiar sticky note left on his door, he was preparing himself for another message of good luck, something short and sweet to give him energy to start his day with.

He was not expecting to be asked out on a date in such a cute way.

Despite the air being slightly frosty, he felt his face getting warm and he crouched down out of excitement. How was he going to work today knowing that he was going to meet you tomorrow? This wouldn’t work. He had to call in sick.

When Jungwoo found out that both you and Doyoung had called in sick that day, he knew that your plan was going to be a success.

Somehow, you made it to the next day. You had barely slept, your heart had been racing for the past 24 hours and you were not ready.

Your phone vibrated.

[y/n], this is a once in a lifetime chance. even if it doesn’t go well, at least u will have gone on a date with Doyoung!!!

Jungwoo’s message was enough to get you out of bed and in the bathroom to wash up. You changed into your outfit for the day, got some breakfast in you and waited.

Waited.

This was the worst part.

Maybe you should have given Doyoung a time, but you didn’t want to bother him in case he was sleeping in on this Saturday morning. Just in case, even though you already knew his daily shedule.

Doyoung had not slept a wink last night either. He got up early and headed for a local flower shop to pick something up for you. He wasn’t even sure you liked flowers, but assumed you did, since you often taped flowers to your sticky notes when you left them on his door.

“May I ask what occasion this is for?” the worker asked Doyoung.

“Ah... a first date?” Doyoung croaked out shyly.

“Do you know this person or is it the first time?”

“I guess you could say... I know them.”

Doyoung laughed nervously.

Once he purchased the flowers, he happily walked to your shared complex and up to his unit where he made sure he looked okay, grabbed everything he needed, and then stepped outside.

This was it.

He was going to see you for the first time. Finally he would be able to put a face to all of those cute sticky notes.

His legs were shaking as he walked downstairs to your floor and he almost dropped the flowers. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to your door and carefully knocked.

As soon as you heard those knocks, you jumped up and ran to the door. Then you waited a few seconds, not wanting to make it seem as though you were desperately waiting for him (even though you kind of were).

Clearing your throat and standing up straight, you slowly opened the door.

You were kind of freaking out. Only kind of. Just a little bit.

This man had showed up to your doorstep with flowers in his hands. Your crush. Doyoung. Was at your door. With flowers in his hands.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Doyoung said, holding out the flowers to you.

“Nice... to meet you too. I’m [y/n],” you said, taking the flowers from him.

Doyoung nervously rubbed his palms against his thighs, looking around.

“I always wondered how you knew my name but I didn’t know yours,” he said with a laugh.

“Ah, we work in the same building! I’ve seen you with your ID card around your neck-”

Oh no. Did you just sound like a creep?

You covered your mouth and quietly apologized, but Doyoung shook his head and grinned.

“Don’t apologize, I’m upset I didn’t notice you sooner! We work in the same company and I didn’t know? How disappointing... I’m glad I know now, though.”

Your heart melted more with each second that he was smiling. At you.

The two of you stood there quietly for a few moments, avoiding eye contact until Doyoung asked you what your plans for the day were.

“Hm? Oh! I’m sorry, I completely forgot. I was thinking we could go to a café, would that be okay?” you asked. Doyoung nodded.

“Let me put these flowers in my house so they won’t get ruined, give me one second,” you told him, quickly rushing inside to place them on your coffee table before rushing back.

“Let’s go!” Doyoung said cheerfully, letting you lead the way.

“It’s only a five-minute walk, so it shouldn’t be too far!” you said, walking down the steps to the main street.

“That sounds good! It’s nice to get some fresh air sinceI’m usually indoors,” Doyoung says.

“Same.”

“Right, since we both work in the office,” Doyoung said with a quiet laugh.

As you approached the café, you started to feel less and less nervous. Doyoung was able to keep the conversation flowing naturally, despite him also being anxious that he might mess things up. You learned that he was actually a person who liked liked to sleep in all the time but after being late to work several times and being scolded for it, he decided to set up a strict schedule for himself.

“Ah, here’s the café!” you said, pointing to the bright yellow and blue building.

“Wow, it’s so colourful,” Doyoung exclaimed, holding the door open for you.

When you stepped inside, the place was buzzing with people. It seemed like you’d found a hot spot.

“So do you always know where the good places are?” Doyoung asked, walking to the bright pink, glittery counter with you.

“No, I just happened to find this place!” you admitted.

Doyoung ordered a caramel coffee, which was apparently his favourite, with a mango dessert. After you also ordered, you found a cozy spot back in the corner of the café which wasn’t as loud.

The two of you talked for two hours there and time flew by. You learned about Doyoung’s love for singing, and as he practically serenaded you in that corner, you melted just like the whipped topping of your drink.

As he walked you home, Doyoung felt himself itching to hold your hand. It had only been the first date, but the two of you had clicked so well. He held himself back though, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Once he had safely dropped you off at your unit, he practically flew up the steps with how giddy he was feeling. He decided that he would walk with you to work from now on, share his lunch breaks with you and get to know you better. Maybe you’d even join him on his weekend runs?

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meanminyxrd · 4 years

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that was enough (andreil)

i decided to write a short little blip based off of some photos i took of myself and of course, as an andrew kinnie, it became andreil focused. the pictures will be attached at the end of the post! (btw this was not proof-read at all and it's really just a mess pls forgive me.)

after a rough game of exy, neil and andrew are the last ones in the locker room to shower. it was against a difficult team; they had won, but it was a close call. all of them had been exhausted after the game but neil and andrew had both been on press duty that night and it had been rather lengthy. the foxes had offered to stay and wait, but neil waved them off. he didn't mind dealing with the publicity. of course, with the way neil's mouth tended to get away from him, andrew decided it might be smartest if he stuck around, even if he didn't particularly want to. someone had to limit the amount of senseless shit that neil spilled to the public; although it was rather funny.

the foxes knew that, quite frankly, andrew didn't care if they stayed or not. they were also aware that even if invited to celebrate their win, the two boys most likely wouldn't join them. they preferred to spend more time with each other than the foxes. well, at least andrew did. neil sometimes was able to convince him to come socialize with them instead because it was 'interesting' and 'made them a better team'. to andrew, it was laughable, but it was always worth it to see the soft smile on neil's face whenever he agreed to something slightly outside of his comfort zone.

by the time the boys were done with the press and moving on to get cleaned up, the rest of the team had gone back to fox tower and most of the stadium had cleared out as everyone tried to avoid rush hour at the same time. only wymack and abby were waiting for them, and after a gruff reminder for them to lock up and a softer reminder to stay safe from the both of them, they were gone. just like that, it was only the two of them.

neil was now comfortable enough around andrew not to be ashamed of his body and it’s numerous scars. andrew had been seen by neil a few times now, and though it was still new, andrew wasn’t as afraid of it anymore. both boys undressed openly, seeing as though they were the only ones there. neil finished undressing first and went into one shower, and shortly after, andrew knocked lightly on the door and asked, ‘yes or no?’

neil smiled slightly to himself. they’d showered together before; well, he had showered, and andrew had showered afterwards, not keen at first on taking his clothes off in front of neil. on one hand, it seemed weird that the first place to shower together would be in the foxes locker room; but at the same time, it couldn’t have been more fitting.

he gave his affirmation, and andrew slipped into the shower with him. it wasn’t spacious by any means, and they were rather close together, but neither of them seemed to mind. neil was careful of his hand placement, and kept them to his sides while andrew just stared at him for a moment. neil was content to do the same. every time neil opened himself up to andrew like this, his boyfriend got the same exact look on his face; the same warm look in those dizzing hazel eyes. he developed this stare that at first glance would seem blank and empty; but underneath, neil could tell that andrew was taking a moment to appreciate him. he was appreciating the trust given, and cradling it to his chest like it was the best gift he’d ever received. and even though andrew would deny it, and even if neil wasn’t quite sure it was there, he still swore that he saw something akin to love in andrew’s eyes when he looked at neil like that. but what would he, neil josten, know anything about that?

little did neil know, he looked at andrew much the same way. eyes full of admiration, gratitude, and trust. it was easier for him to show it with his soft smile and bright blue eyes, and it never failed to take andrew’s breath away. which, of course, he hated. he not-so-gently cupped neil’s face and awaited a nod before kissing him. it wasn’t long, by any means; they were both really too tired to get anything serious going right now. plus, they were in the foxes locker room. but andrew couldn’t help himself when he saw neil bite his lip like that, and the latter wasn’t complaining.

at first they continued the rest of the shower in comfortable silence. andrew helped wash neil, with consent first, of course, before moving on to himself. neil, knowing better than to touch without say, was content to watch. however, andrew sent him a look as he grabbed the shampoo and paused, staring for a moment. he then suddenly handed it to neil. neil blinked emptily, not really understanding, but taking the bottle anyways. andrew mumbled out with an impatient breath an explanation.

‘you said someday you’d like to wash my hair. now’s as good a time as any. my arms are tired from playing and getting you clean.’ he kept it brief and to the point, and neil knew he shouldn’t, but he still allowed that big grin to slowly cover his face anyways. he almost couldn't believe andrew had remembered him saying something as casual as that, but he also knew about that eidetic memory of his. andrew rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t any malice in it as he closed his eyes and let neil wash his hair, relaxing against the soothing scrubbing motion he picked up.

neil finished washing his boyfriend's hair and left him to rinse it out, getting dried off and dressed. he decided at the last minute that instead of wearing his own sweatshirt, he was going to steal andrew’s, and so that's exactly what he did. he checked his phone as a few drunken texts were starting to pile into his inbox, mostly from nicky. he browsed his text messages feeling mildly amused while he waited for andrew to come out, and a few seconds later, the water shut off. neil instinctively looked up when andrew exited the shower, and his heart leapt to his throat. yeah, he’d just seen andrew, but he hadn’t seen him. it was one thing when they were pressed close together in the dim light of the showers, and another thing all together when he was just… there. almost sparkling under the bright lights of the locker room, water droplets trailing down his skin and falling into crevices such as his abs or making little puddles in his collar bones.

neil was very obviously entranced. he snuck his phone up and snapped a picture of andrew drying off. he smiled fondly at the image before secretly catching another, but it didn’t go unnoticed for long. he giggled childishly when andrew noticed, and playfully told him to, ‘smile!’ andrew responded with quite the sneer and flipped him off, but again, there was no negativity behind the action.

once andrew was dressed (now wearing neil's sweatshirt instead of his own) they locked up the stadium and headed back to their dorm. everyone was down in the basement partying still, as they hadn't been absent long, so andrew and neil had the dorm room to themselves. both of them being absolutely exhausted from their long and well fought win, however, simply headed to bed. they curled up to one another; not quite touching, but close enough to feel each other's presence. with the fatigue of a long day of exy setting in and the smell of the vanilla body wash neil kept stealing from him, andrew was fast asleep in minutes. it was surprising to neil, as usually he was the first one asleep, but he wasn’t complaining. with a crooked smile at his sleeping boyfriend, he took a couple last photos to remember the night. maybe this night hadn’t been a big thing to andrew, but to him, every little moment meant the world. every little bit of trust handed over was like winning a thousand exy games all in one sweep. and even if it wasn't all of andrew's trust, it was some. it was progress. and to neil, that was enough.

when i say i wrote all of that just for these 5 pictures i'm not kidding. the sleepy andrew photos were kind of second thoughts, but i literally just wrote a whole ass one-shot solely because i'm a raging kinnie who looks like andrew minyard and also happens to kin him. well. i hope you enjoyed, and as promised, here are your pictures! (don't worry, all very sfw unless ur triggered by collar bones or shoulders)

#aftg #andrew minyard #all for the game #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard kinnie #meanminyxrd

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prettyboyswow · 6 years

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Attention

Request: Thomas Shelby Imagine? Maybe the Reader and him are married and something causes tommy to get jealous? Love your work!!

Author’s Note: Hi. Hello. It’s been a while! Sooooo, my life has been crazy lately, and I haven’t had time to write. BUT, I pushed through and I wrote this in a sleepy haze (so pls forgive me if it sucks lol)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x fem!reader

Warnings: like one/two curse words, jealous!Tommy

You had never been more infuriated with Tommy before. Sure, he had done some terrible things. Things that any sane person would never forgive. But, this was just ridiculous.

It had all started about a month ago as you and Tommy readied yourselves for bed.

“So, I’ve been thinking of getting a job” your words came out slowly and carefully as you took the pins that held your hair in place out, letting your hair fall over your shoulders.

Tommy’s movements stopped and he turned to face your reflection in the mirror. “And who would look after, Charlie,” his eyebrows rose in questioning and he tossed his suit jacket over the back of the chair sat in the corner. You rolled your eyes and let a small sigh pass your lips.

”Isn’t that why you’ve hired all of the staff?”

Now it was time for Tommy to roll his eyes. “No, not specifically,” he mumbled dryly as he changed into his sleepwear.

“Well, we will hire someone to watch Charlie while we’re at work. I have an interview on Friday,” you pulled your red, silk robe from your body and hung it in the wardrobe.

“Friday,” Tommy’s hands came to rest on his hips. His brow was furrowed and his lips were puckered. “You’ve got yourself an interview for a fuckin’ job, and you didn’t think to talk to me about it first?”

“I didn’t think it needed to be talked about. We have enough money to get childcare for Charlie. And, honestly, Thomas, I need something for myself,” at this, Tommy’s eyebrows rose, making his forehead creased. “I love Charlie, but I feel like my entire life revolves around this house. I’m either taking care of Charlie, or you, or your brothers. I need something that is mine.”

With that, you pushed yourself under the covers and closed your eyes. Tommy was very persuasive, and he knew it. You were not going to let him talk you out of this, You’re mind was already made up.

Your body jerked at the sound of Tommy slamming the bedroom door. You rolled onto your stomach and groaned into the pillow. You knew he’d react like this, but it still frustrated you. He’d come around eventually.

The interview at the small office job went well. You were immediately hired as a receptionist and you loved every minute of it. While many women found the work tedious and boring, you couldn’t help the smile on your face as you walked into work each morning.

The women you worked with didn’t seem to care much for you. They had all been working together for a few years, and you were new. But, Nick, your boss, was wonderful. He treated you like you were an old friend and you were grateful for it. You needed someone on your side.

Since you had taken the job, you had barely spent time with Tommy. He was still angry with you for not speaking to him about your plans. You had apologized and tried to explain yourself countless times, but he wasn’t having it.

So, most nights you spent alone while Tommy was in his study. And, when he did finally come to bed, he stayed on his side. You hated fighting with him, but you weren’t going to quit your job because Tommy was being a child.

With Tommy being so cold, it was easy for you to take on more jobs at the office. You had always been a hard worker. When Nick asked you to take on some extra projects or stay late to help him finish paperwork, you happily agreed.

“How are you so good with numbers, (Y/N),” Nick let out a small chuckle as he leaned back in his chair. “I swear, without you, there’s no way I’d be able to get all of this done.”

You grinned and shrugged your shoulders. You loved being recognized for your hard work, and you hoped Nick would put you up for a promotion.

“Dunno. Just always been good with them,” you finished your calculations, penning in the last few numbers on the paper before putting the pen down. “All done, boss.”

You both let out a laugh and Nick shook his head. “Great! Now, go home, get some rest. I will see you Monday.”

He stood and put his coat on, giving you a friendly hug before exiting the quaint office.

You followed suit, putting your coat and hat on. The Birmingham weather was unforgiving this time of year, and you were thankful Thomas had bought you a car so you didn’t have to walk.

Your ride home seemed to take forever. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the cold, or the tiredness you felt taking over you. You couldn’t wait to crawl into your warm, oversized bed.

That wish was crushed the moment you walked through the door.

“Where the fuck have you been,” Tommy’s voice boomed, causing you to drop your purse by your feet.

“God, Thomas, you scared the hell out of me,” you leaned down to grab your purse and hang it on the hook, along with your coat and hat.

“It’s half past one in the morning,” his hair was disheveled and his eyes held a crazed expression. Something you’d never seen before.

“I told you I had to stay late tonight,” you moved to walk past him and up the stairs, but his large, calloused hands caught your elbow.

“Late is an hour or so. Not 1:30 in the morning,” he tilted his head to make eye contact with you. “Who were you with?”

You knew where this was going. “I was with my boss. We were finishing up some work.”

His grip on you tightened then was gone completely. His hands ran through his hair and tugged as he took a step back. “I knew you’d cheat on me when you got a job. I’ve had the boys check up on your little boyfriend. He’s married, you know.”

Before you knew what you were doing, your hand came up to slap Tommy’s cheek. “You’re disgusting, Thomas.”

Standing there in shock, Tommy reached up to rub his reddening cheek. “What? Didn’t think you’d get caught?”

Your eyes welled up with tears and you sucked in a deep breath. “For you to even think that I’d cheat on you, makes me sick.”

“Imagine how I feel, darling,” he finally turned to look at you with a cold glare and you wanted to slap him again.

“You know, Tom, I have forgiven you for so much. I have been there for you through your worst moments,” you took a deep breath and tried your best to blink back tears.

“If I didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t cheat on you. I would leave you.”

His eyes softened some and he took a step back to fall into one of the red, cushioned chairs. The fire that crackled in the fireplace illuminated his face, and his cheekbones were even more prominent than usual.

“Why haven’t you then,” he blinked slowly and lent his head against the back of the chair. “You’ve got yourself a job now. You’re making your own money. You could leave whenever you wanted.”

You could feel an imaginary crack split your heart in two. This beautiful, broken man in front of you just needed a little attention. You moved towards the chair he was sprawled out in and stood in between his legs. You reached down to cup his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone softly.

“Because, Tommy, despite everything, I’m absolutely in love with you.”

His pink, plump lips twitched upwards slightly. He reached up and put his hands on your hips, rubbing tiny circles into the fabric of your dress.

“You’ve been working late a lot,” his words were quiet and his eyes looked everywhere but your own. “I thought maybe you’d found someone else.”

You used your hand that cupped his cheek to turn his face to look at you. You bent down so that you kneeled on the floor between his legs. “I’ve been working late because I love my job. You should know by now that no one could ever replace you, Tom.”

You leaned forward, bringing your other hand up to rest on his knee. Your lips were almost brushing his own as you spoke, “No one even comes close. You’re my one and only.”

Note: THIS IS SO BAD I’M SORRY !!!!! I really tried hard to make this decent, but I’m so tired lol. Please forgive me, next fic will be better! & like always I love to hear (constructive and/or positive) feedback so don’t be shy :)

#prettyboyswow #prettyboyswow requests #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #thomas shelby #Tommy Shelby

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kaekiro · 7 years

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That fic you wrote with sleepy Eren kissing Mikasa is golden :D. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to ask for a little sequel to that cos it feels kinda unfinished. Feel free do whatever in it, cos im not the most creative person out there but maybe a confession would be cute ^^

Bloom

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa || Rating: K || Words: 2,313 || [AO3]

Warnings: None

A/N: EEEEEE thank you so much! this is the first time I’ve done a sequel to any of my stories since I started Kaleidoscopes! In case you didn’t know, anon is referring to chapter 23, aka Onlook. I recommend reading that first for context, if you haven’t read it already :) Pls enjoy!

With time, practice, and discipline of her own, the feat of maintaining her composure had become yet another skill of hers, an “art” as Ymir had unsarcastically called it. Even in the moments following the kiss Eren had pressed to her mouth, she was quick to fill the cracks as Jean’s seat tipped and clattered to the floor. Though, perhaps it was only because of their fight that she was able to collect herself, because focusing on breaking Eren and Jean apart was certainly easier than processing his open display of affection.

His reaction upon realizing what he had done didn’t make it any better. Unlike her, he had the complete inability to hide a single thing he felt, a defining characteristic that set him apart from the rest of them. He is an open book whether he acknowledges it or not; the smiles, frowns, and tears all conveying what couldn’t be properly expressed. But he had seemed to be at a true loss for words as he stared at her then, visage unlike anything she’s seen from him.

Her shoulder collides with another, abruptly pulling her from the yesterday’s memory and closer into his personal space. Immediately she retracts, cursing their timing as they continue to wade through the crowded market. Eren adjusts his hood a little more over his head, and her, the basket she carries in her arms, neither of them acknowledging her small incident. She isn’t sure if she should be disconcerted by his silence, or if he’s simply taking Hanji-san’s rule of laying low more seriously than she would’ve thought. Either way, she can hardly keep herself from reading into it.

She never dwells on these kinds of matters, the ones that kept other girls in her barracks awake past curfew with glowing cheeks and stories of hands that roamed, proof littering their necks in the shape of bites. Though her mind would curiously drift to Eren, what happened between them couldn’t compare with any story she heard passively. It was chaste, perhaps even accidental, their kiss. Her chest feels heavier at the thought, fingers curling tighter around the braids of the basket because by knowing him, she couldn’t really believe it to be anything but an accident. Although she wills herself to forget, she chances a look at him, realizing then that he isn’t in front of her anymore. There’s a fall in her stomach and she holds back from calling his name, using her slight advantage of height to seek him out.

Her thoughts become more frantic once she reaches a small clearing in the crowd and she chastises herself for becoming distracted here - of all places - with all things -

“You really need to slow down, Mikasa. I can hardly keep up with you.”

Her gaze quickly follows the direction of his voice, and she didn’t know she was holding her breath until it came rushing out of her mouth in relief. The basket lowers in her arms, guilt coming forth as she notes the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

With yet another influx of people, he waves her off and wordlessly, they move forward. She firmly reminds herself to focus and follow their superiors’ instructions, becoming more alert to their surroundings with the end of the street in sight. In her effort to keep track of him, she makes the conscious decision to stay closer than before, careful not to let someone pass between them should she lose sight again.

“Are you okay?”

Someone steps on her boot and she fights the urge to sigh.

“I’m fine. Just - we shouldn’t risk getting separated again.”

“You keep bumping into me.”

“Sorry -”

“Here,” he interrupts, grasping part of the basket’s handle, gesturing for her to do the same. “We shouldn’t get lost this way.”

They both fix the weight comfortably in their hands and she becomes less tense, finding his method to be easier, better even. The sides of their palms brush with each step and she silently marvels at how smooth his feel. It makes her self-conscious of her own skin, worn, calloused; everything a woman’s hand shouldn’t feel like. Subtly, she inches her hand away from his, letting him guide as she ensures they have everything Historia had enlisted them inside the basket.

Eren suddenly halts as she continues, his grip tugging her back. They stop in front of a stand decorated with foliage, the blossoms in the lady’s arms catching her eye. The colors bear a close resemblance to the ones that she helped her mother tend to in their garden, seasonal as she knew them. Unconsciously, she searches for their aroma, inhaling softly through her nose.

“Would you like one for your lady?”

She draws a breath, response automated as this is not the first time they’ve been mistaken for a couple, but he turns to her before she can say a word, making any denial knot in her throat when he asks, “Do you want one?”

“Ah,” she fidgets with her sleeve, looking from the flowers to the items they carry, and carefully back at him. “I don’t think we have any more money left over…”

Her voice lowers a notch, speech slow in hopes that he catches her drift. But he doesn’t cause his free hand is patting over his pockets, an explicative lost in between the rustle of his clothing until he makes a small sound of triumph.

“Is this enough?”

He places the coins in the lady’s outstretched palm, watching as she counts.

“Eren -”

“Shh.”

She blinks, not quite expecting him to hush her. Despite being curious at his persistence, she knows they shouldn’t just spend money that was hard to come across in the first place, let alone save.

“…But -”

“It’s okay.”

“You don’t have to -”

“Mikasa.” She pauses, gaping at him. “Shh.”

The saleswoman looks at them with a tender face, amused.

“Which one would you like?”

He nods at the flowers when she looks at him again for reassurance, and she swallows, feeling the weight of his and the woman’s gaze as she reaches for one.

“Those are lovely, aren’t they?”

She holds it to her nose after a moment, humming her agreement into the flower. She’s never seen one of these as big, or nearly as bountiful with petals.

“It looks kind of like a cabbage.”

Both her and the woman look at Eren with expressions that make him shrink back before the latter laughs.

“I’ve never seen it that way until you pointed out, young man. It does, doesn’t it?”

He gives a kind of nervous chuckle, evidently relieved and her lips twitch upwards at the sight.

The woman thanks them for business and soon they are walking again, both of her hands now full. She studies the flower, becoming quite preoccupied until he leans over to touch the petals, clearing his throat.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

She tilts her head at the apology and he elaborates, looking off to the side.

“For yesterday morning.”

Her blood warms, stomach twisting and heart beginning a familiar race. The memory had already started to clear from her thoughts, and just like that, she’s tossed back in.

“I must’ve taken you by surprise,” he says, a hand cupping the back of his neck. “And you have the right to be upset with me.”

Upset?

“It’s just -” he pauses, grimacing and clearly struggling to gather his thoughts. “My mind was hazy from the tests I did with Hanji and, well, that’s never really happened to me before. But - I won’t use that to excuse myself.”

So it had been an accident. She feels that pang again, confused at her disappointment when she had already seen it coming. Something must show on her face because he frowns, lips setting into a straight line.

“I hope you can forgive me, Mikasa.”

She wills herself to calm, builds the courage to look at him as she replies.

“I was never upset with you.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Oh.” They turn away from one another. “I thought you were walking fast earlier because you were mad. I thought you didn’t want me to come with you here.”

“I don’t feel that way. It was an accident, so… so don’t worry about it, Eren.” It doesn’t come out as casually as she wanted it to, some sadness leaking into her voice. She feels that she shouldn’t, to spare herself more pain, but for a brief second, she wonders if he noticed the hints of melancholy, wonders what he’d do if he did.

“The flower is beautiful. Thank you, Eren.” She forces a smile with the change in subject, his eyes widening a fraction before he casts them off to the side.

“Y-yeah.”

They finally start to reach the end of the street and the lack of people there is nothing short of relieving for her, and she welcomes the wave of nostalgia. Her and Eren returning home from the market, the slight winds in the road, the scent of spices and hum of the crowd as it quiets; it all reminds her of Shiganshina; the monotonous routine she never thought she’d miss so much.

They’d often walked in a comfortable silence then, but now, it feels like there’s something tense about it; she couldn’t name what it was or if it was even there to begin with. But before she can begin to think about it, her attention is caught when she sees movement in her peripheral and she slows their pace, her grip on the basket slackening.

“What is it?”

He stands beside her, trying to follow her eyes.

“Can you see it?”

“No? See what?” He searches in the wrong direction, and she tugs on the handle, prompting him to turn towards her.

“There, over there,” she says, guiding his gaze with the blossom.

The tree stands completely alone, growing where the hill begins to curve, just like to the one back in Maria. Two children chase each other around its base and she smiles. She can see herself sitting next to Eren, watching his eyes move beneath their lids as he slept.

“That… that looks like the old tree from back then!”

“Mm.”

His sigh is light, his words hardly loud enough to hear over the breeze. “I hope we can see that tree again some day.” It’s the quietest she’s heard him speak in a long time. There’s a lowness, a sort of tone that’s unique to him. It reminds her of when that same voice lulled her to sleep when she was restless, the same voice that consoled Armin when they lost his grandfather not too long after the fall. For someone impulsive and at times brash, he could be so unbelievably gentle and caring.

“We will. You’ll get us there,” she reassures, hoping he’ll believe it as much as she does.

“How can you be so sure? Everything seems to be going so wrong… what if I can’t?”

While he was overconfident in certain areas, he also had a knack for self-doubt. And who could blame him? He was right. Their problems are more complex and bigger than man-eating monsters, their enemies only increasing in number. But after everything they’ve already overcome, she supposes it’s only right to feel optimistic. It’s something he’d taught her after all, even when she thought him to be gone forever. She angles her head to the sky and with such conviction and honesty, she says, “I have faith in you.”

For the second time, he turns to her and she to him. It’s as if he’s looking for something as he studies her face, but then his eyes fall to her lips and she stiffens, becoming completely void of thought when he pulls back his hood and fills the short distance between them. The only thing she can recall with clarity is the slow second that passed when teals glanced back up to meet grey, and her lids fell permissively, blood warming and undoubtedly coloring every inch of her skin.

She finds that his lips are as soft as his hands, if not softer and it’s careful, the way they mold to hers. He pulls back some and she thinks it’s over, but then he lifts a free hand to cup her jaw and his kiss is firmer, more passionate than the last. Her hands ache to wrap around his wrist, to skim the length of his chest and neck as they become less hesitant, but she only tightens her grip on the basket and the stem, trying to find a rhythm through the clumsiness.

Goosebumps prickle her skin when he whispers her name, and with as much confidence as she can muster, she responds with a bump of her nose against his. He doesn’t move far, skimming his palm down her arm to loosely cuff her wrist with his fingers.

“Everything’s a mess right now. And I don’t always say or do the right things. But… ah, I didn’t really think this through,” he says, huffing an amused breath.

“Do you ever?” she can’t help but ask, unable to keep from teasing him. He lifts his hand to tug at her bangs, ignoring her question. He becomes serious again, clearing his throat.

“But this,” he continues, reaching down from her hair to thumb over the corner of her mouth. “I meant it.”

Her lips curl up beneath his thumb and she gives a single nod, understanding. “I’m glad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

While his lips on hers makes her heart beat fast, almost painfully so, the kiss he presses to her cheek is endearing and leaves her head spinning, and though she buries her face in the cabbage-like flower to hide the intensity of her blush, for that moment she decides that she wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything.

#eremika #eremika art #writing #requests #the flower was a peony (my fave flower)#These flowers symbolize romance and prosperity along with good fortune!! they really need it tbh lolol poor bbies ;-;#kaleidoscopes

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