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#I can’t wait to finally get out of here and away from her
sunnyaelia · 2 days
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Captain Orders
For the anon who asked for this and also requested it back then 💓 here’s the request and my apologies for the spam today as I’ll probably upload another one later 😭
I know you write for Leah and I was wondering if I could request something else ? Still with jealousy r goes on a date with an opposing player and Leah forbids them via captain’s orders and they have a fight and confession in from of the whole team ?
“Oi, y/n.” You looked up at Katie’s yell through the whole changing room, face immediately heating up when you heard her next words. 
“What did player #19 give you, hm?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you rolled your eyes at her as now everyone in the changing room expectedly stared at you. 
“Asked me out.” Internally cursing Katie for bringing the attention of the entire team on this, you begrudgingly went to your bag, having already showered thankfully as you now couldn’t wait to get out and away from the curious looks from your teammates as quick as possible.
The whole room erupted in chatter at your words, everyone apparently needing to get their opinion out on this. 
The only one completely silent was Leah, frozen on the bench where she had been putting her shoes on. You’d been asked out. And it wasn’t by her. 
Leah had been into you for quite some time, probably close to a year now. She had never dared to say anything, still scarred from the experience with Jordan and the breakup causing Jordan to basically flee to another team. It had hurt horribly and Leah didn’t want to lose you like that too. 
Well, she was apparently about to lose you anyway but in a different way. You’d been single since you’d met her as far as she knew and she had been glad, not being able to stomach seeing you with someone other than her. 
If only she knew that the only reason you had stayed single so far was because you’d been hoping that Leah might ask you out one day. You were way too shy to do it yourself and had lost hope after a few months since she only seemed to see you as a friend.  A close friend - but just a friend.
When the player had approached you earlier you weren’t particularly interested but also not opposed so maybe this date would finally take your mind off of it. 
“Did you say yes?” 
You jumped nearly a foot in the air at Leah’s sudden voice right next to you. 
“Jesus, Leah. Don’t give me a heart attack.” 
“Did you?” There was impatience in her voice and she looked especially serious right now, forever seemingly having a frown etched on her face that got even deeper when you answered. 
“Uhm yeah, I did.” 
“Tell her you can’t go.” 
At first you thought she was joking, surely she couldn’t be serious. 
“I’m sorry, what?” 
“You’re not going on the date. We have an important game tomorrow.” 
“Yeah, I know.” You were honestly a bit lost on why this was relevant right now and attempted to ease the slight tension by making a small joke: “I’ll be back home by 9 p.m. don’t worry.” 
Leah was not in the slightest amused, crossing her arms while still staring down at you. 
“No, you’ll be back by 2 p.m. because you’re going home right now.” Your brows furrowed, still completely lost on what Leah’s problem was. 
“I think I can decide by myself what time I’m home, Leah.” You turned towards your bag again, quickly shoving everything in, now desperate to get out of here. 
“I’m being serious. Text her and say you can’t go anymore.” 
You turned back around, crossing your arms as well. 
“And why would I do that?” 
“Because I’m your captain and I said so.” 
Scoffing at her ridiculous words you make quick work of pushing your last shoe in your bag and zipping it up rather aggressively. 
“You’re not seriously pulling your fucking captain card right now. We are not on the pitch and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want in my free time.” 
“Captains orders go even if we’re not on the pitch last time I checked.” She sounded so arrogant while she was saying it that you couldn’t suppress an eye roll. 
“Yeah and last time I checked, it’s none of the captains business who I go on a date with. And you’re the vice captain - not the captain.”
Your voice was getting a bit too loud to still keep this conversation on the low, gaining the attention of the ones immediately around you two. Neither of you noticed though, too caught up in your argument. 
“Look, y/n this game is extremely vital for us, I’m not risking anything like strategies getting out.” 
You had to restrain yourself this time from outright yelling at Leah, internally seething at what she just said and your voice getting louder with every sentence. 
“Did you just imply that I’d go on a date with someone and drop strategies we are going to use for our game tomorrow? Do you think I’m fucking stupid? You do realise that I’m part of this team and want to win just as much as everybody else here does, right?” 
You distractedly noticed how silent the room had gotten, some - like Katie and Kyra - were unabashedly staring at you and Leah, others  like Alessia and Lotte seemed embarrassed and were trying to quickly gather their stuff and get out. 
“Can you just stop being difficult? For the last time you’re not going.” 
“God, fuck you Leah. Are you into my date or something? You know, before you pull the Captains card you can also just be a normal human being and just ask her out instead of harassing me about it.” 
Leah’s eyes almost dropped out of her head at you implying that she might even be remotely interested in the woman that had asked you out and her next words spilled out of her before she could hold them back. 
“I’m not into her you idiot, I’m into you!” 
Now she noticed the silence as well, realising that she had just revealed to the entire changing room that she was in love with you. 
You didn’t have any time to react to her words before she turned on her heels and was out of the room. 
For a second you were frozen, completely caught off guard with how this conversation had went. When your head finally caught up with everything you immediately scrambled after Leah, leaving a very shocked and silent changing room behind. 
“That was… something.” Kyra was the first to speak. 
“Not sure if this was a good argument to have right before an important game,” came from Lacasse who was especially intent to ace the match tomorrow.
“Why? Free entertainment for ya. Helps relaxing.” Katie’s signature smirk was on, of course completely unbothered and even amused about this whole thing. 
“Alright guys,” it was Kim who spoke up now, clapping her hands twice to get everyone’s attention. “Get your stuff and get out of here and focus on the game tomorrow, not…” for a moment unsure what to say herself Kim paused before continuing. “Not on whatever that was. Come on, get moving.” 
The quiet murmuring started up again, everyone packing up their stuff and getting ready to leave, knowing better than to ignore Kim’s orders. 
Meanwhile you were desperately trying to find Leah, being completely clueless on where she could be. You had checked the toilets and a few of the maintenance rooms now but the toilets were empty and the other rooms locked. Cluelessly trying to open every room that you walked by and getting more nervous, not wanting Leah to just run from you forever. 
Until you pulled on another door and it revealed her, sitting on the floor with her legs pressed to her body. She ignored you, not even looking up as you came in and sat down next to her. 
When it became clear that she wasn’t going to say anything, you tried to break the tension a bit. 
“You know, you could have just asked me out instead of making such a scene,” lightly bumping her shoulder so she knew that you weren’t mad. 
“Does it matter? You’d have said no anyway.” Leah still refused to look at you, gaze fixed on her knees. 
Your eyebrows furrowed at how sure she sounded. “Says who?” 
“Says the fact that you just got asked out by someone else and said yes.” 
You couldn’t suppress your chuckle, honestly surprised at how jealous Leah had gotten. If you had known that… 
“Yeah but only because I was trying to get over you.” 
Leah finally looks at you at that. “What?” 
“I like you too Leah. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen for you quite some time ago.” 
“You really do? You like me?” She sounded like she still couldn’t believe it and you were lost on why. Leah had a lot of people that would want her, obviously. You’d be blind not to. 
Reaching out you gently caressed her cheek with one hand. 
“Leah, how could I not? You’re incredible. So intelligent, sweet and usually also very kind.” 
She chuckled lightly at your insinuation of her behaviour earlier, carefully shuffling over a bit more so your sides were touching.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I was behaving like an idiot.” 
You hummed, nodding in agreement. “You really were.” 
With a content sigh you put your head on her shoulder, like you’d done so often when you two were just friends, smiling when she wrapped her arm around you. 
“Sooo.. are you gonna ask me on a date or should I just go with that girl from earlier?” 
Completely offended Leah immediately sat upright and scoffed. “You’re definitely not going with her. Text her and tell her you can’t.” 
You chuckled at how Leah immediately turned into strict and demanding again after that pretty rare show of hurt a minute earlier. 
Pulling your phone out you tipped your chin thoughtfully, deciding to tease Leah once more. 
“What do I write? ‘Sorry I can’t go anymore, my Captain has forbidden it.’ Or should I go with ‘sorry I’m actually in love with someone else who finally confessed infront of the whole changing room so I can’t go anymore’” 
You let out an undignified squeak when Leah charged at you at that, grabbing you and tickling you, knowing exactly how incredibly ticklish you were as you laughed and tried to squirm away from her.
“Okay, okay I’m sorry,” you gasped out in between, your sides already starting to hurt. 
You were laying on the ground now, your hair splayed out over it and Leah hovering above, her face quite close to yours. 
You noticed how she glanced down at your lips and smiled, watching her slowly get closer. 
A satisfied exhale escaped you as Leah leaned down a bit more and pressed her lips to yours, softly kissing you. 
Finally. 
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repulsiveliquidation · 11 hours
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Guardian of My Heart || Leah Williamson
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based on this request here! it's not that long but i loved writing this so much so i hope y'all like it!
warnings : angst with happy ending. mentions of injury.
“And that’s the final whistle folks, Chelsea takes this game with a comfortable 3-1 win over the Gunners here at Stamford Bridge.”
Leah’s eyes fill with tears at the final whistle. Her heart shatters audibly in her chest. A game they needed to win to have a chance at the title, thrown away by silly mistakes and sloppy football. She walks around the pitch in shame, apologizing to all the Gooners in the stands who came only to see them fail.
“I’m sorry,” she says to the crowd, tears falling down her face. The rest of the girls do the same, making their way to the stands to thank fans and sign jerseys. The home side erupts in a painful cry of victory, one that makes Leah’s chest almost cave in on itself.
The changing room is silent except for the sound of bags being packed and the muted drumming of water on the floor from the showers. One by one the girls make their way to the bus, offending socks from the wardrobe mishap filling the trash bin in the locker room.
Leah sulks when she hears the girls all planning to see their partners at home and just forget today’s game. She just jammed her AirPods into her ears and played her country music loudly, hoping the gaping hole of loneliness in her chest would go away with the serenading words of Luke Combs.
She knew her house would be lonely. She knew her house would be quiet. She knew her house would be dark. There was no one waiting. The person she wanted most would not be there. There was only one person to blame for that.
“Leah, you can’t keep doing this to me!” you yelled, rounding the coffee table as Leah stumbled into the house at twenty past three on a Saturday. You came over at eight thinking Leah would be home since she promised to help you cook dinner and enjoy the Bachelor finale on TV together. Instead, you walked into her apartment with your spare key to an empty house and her bedroom a mess. Her makeup was all over the bathroom and she had clearly changed her shoes at least three times.
You waited and waited for her to get home, calling the Arsenal girls to figure out where she had gone. They felt sorry for you and tried to get Leah to go home to you but she said something that the moment it left her lips, your heart broke into pieces.
“You’re such a fucking needy bitch, get off my back for once!”
You don’t know why you still sat in her living room for three more hours and waited for her to get home. You knew you needed to know she was home safe. That she was okay. That she didn’t choke on her own vomit from drinking too much. Because despite being her second choice for a while now, you still loved the England skipper. You still love Leah Williamson.
Leah drove home in pin-drop silence. Her kit bag was thrown in the back to be dealt with later, her arm on the door holding her head up as the streets of London were a blur. She parked in her spot and walked out like a zombie, not noticing your car in her driveway and her porch light on.
The key turned easily and she walked into her house to the turntable on low and the smell of smileys and a roast coming from the kitchen. She looked down and saw a pair of shoes that she recognized and a voice that was singing along to the music that she had fallen asleep to a million times.
“Y/N?” Leah spoke aloud, toeing her shoes off and dropping her kit bag. She shuffled into the kitchen and saw you standing there at the stove, stirring in the roasting tray and making a gravy. There were two plates on the island she instantly knew which one was hers. You turn and give her a soft smile, pushing your chin out to gesture her to sit. She does and grabs the bottle of wine you’ve set out and pours the two glasses full of Cabernet.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, grabbing a smiley off the plate she knew was hers and nibbling on the cheek.
“I wanted to make sure you had something to eat,” you answer curtly as you put the whisk down and grab a gravy boat, smiling to yourself when you still remember where it was.
“Y/N,” Leah says sternly, putting her half-eaten smiley down.
You turn and put the gravy boat next to the roast, finally looking at your ex-girlfriend.
“I needed to know that you were okay, after today.”
“Why?” Leah asks, voice carrying a lilt of guilt with fresh tears filling her eyes.
You walked around the island and turned the skipper in her seat to face you. You held her face in your hands, wiping the tears that fell. You had been in this situation before when Leah tore her ACL.
“You’re going to be okay, Leah.”
“What if I never play like I used to ever again?”
“You don’t ever need to worry about that because you will. The Leah Williamson I know never gives up.”
She chuckles but more fear settles in her heart. Leah looks up at you at the very island she’s sitting at right now.
“I’m scared,” she admits sheepishly, looking defeated and terrified. You cup her face and wipe the tear stains off her face.
“You will get through this Leah and I will be there every step of the way.”
“You won’t leave? They always leave.”
“I would never. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers back to you before you kiss her, her mind willing itself to get better. If not for her, for you.
Zach Bryan’s voice fills the room softly, the lyrics of ‘Tourniquet’ “take care of the blood that your love runs through” remind you of why you packed up a roast and stopped at the shops for a bag of frozen smileys. It reminds you of all the nights you massaged her leg when it was feeling tight. It reminds you of all the nights when you sat beside her and held her close while she cried at another delay in her recovery. It reminds you of all the nights you spent awake with her when she couldn’t sleep because of the pain.
Was it worth it? Yes.
Would you do it all over again? Yes.
Leah breaks down when her eyes meet yours. The smell of your perfume and your musk flood her senses with all the reasons why she was in love with you all those years. Deep down inside she knew she still felt that way and hoped that you did too.
Leah cries. The pain of losing, hurting her hamstring just as she’s called to the England squad for the first time since her ACL, and the overwhelming sense of disappointment burst the moment you held her in your arms again. It was home and it was safe. Leah clung onto your hoodie and made a right mess on the front but you didn’t care. Leah needed you and you wished you could take away her pain.
“I just wasn’t me out there today and that cost us the game,” Leah muttered after calming herself down and her hiccups stopped.
“Today wasn’t just your fault, honey,” you cooed, taking the hair tie out of Leah’s hair and combing your fingers through her blonde locks. She rested her head against your stomach and closed her eyes, zeroing in on your touch.
“I let the team down,” she countered, pulling you closer to her.
“It just wasn’t anyone’s day today, my love,” you cupped her face and wiped more of the tears that were about to fall from her eyes. You leaned in a little and were a bit unsure, but feeling her nudge herself towards you gave you the approval you sought.  
Her lips felt familiar against yours.
Salty.
Warm.
Recognizable.
Home.
She chased your lips and melted into them, gripping your wet hoodie like her life depended on it or that you would vanish if she let go, even for a second.
“I’m sorry I treated you the way I did, you don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.”
“You deserve someone willing to love you for you, Leah,” you reassure her and seal it with a kiss, walking away from her to chuck the roast back in the oven to warm up for a bit and her smileys into the air fryer for a little reheating.
Zach’s voice fills the blanks when you look at her blue eyes, her features blow you away every time you look at her. You bled your whole soul into things you can't control; in a world you'll never satisfy brings Leah back to reality. The game today was good. It didn’t go their way from the beginning with those wretched socks and their delayed start but they gave it their all. It was a lesson to be learned and one to look back on when the team had lost its spark.
Leah scoffs down half the roast and convinces you to throw a couple more smiley into the air fryer for her to drown in your delicious gravy. You put a fresh toothbrush next to hers in her bathroom and have a glass of warm milk on your bedside waiting for you like you like.
“You remembered,” you tell her as she hands you a ratty jersey for you to sleep in. You throw it on and inhale her delicate scent, your heart filling with warmth and ease.
“I still set it out sometimes you know, especially after you left.”
“You’ll have to try and remember again now, I think,” you tease, and she stands in front of you. You sip on your milk and she kisses the foam mustache off your lips.
“I’ll never forget, my love. Ever.”
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sykostyles · 1 day
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subject to change 1.1 (final)
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w/c: 6.3k summary: in which Harry gets his head out of his ass and goes after y/n. but is he too late? part one
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a/n: hi again! thank you all for the love on part one to this story! I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me! I hope you all enjoy this part just as much!
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cw: PLEASE LOOK HERE BEFORE YOU READ! impact play, breath play if you squint, general rough sex, implied cheating (no actual cheating takes place), breeding kink, creampie, anal play (he puts his thumb in her ass lol), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up, besties) general manhandling. If I forgot anything pls let me know!
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Harry did care. He cared a lot. But he knew you were angry and he let you go. It was the best option. At least that’s what he told himself. He would just live the rest of his life with this empty feeling in his chest. He’d live with the pain of constantly having to see your name when his customers would buy your books. He’d smile and continue to recommend your books to people looking for something ‘extra spicy’ as they’d put it. They’d always come back in a few days to get another one of your books.
He never did take your titles off of his Owner’s Picks shelf.
Sometimes Harry swore he could hear your giggles at the front of his store when he was helping a customer find something near the back. “Excuse me, just one second,” he’d mutter to the customer before hastily making his way up front to be met with nobody. He thought he was losing it. He knows he heard it. He wishes he’d heard it. He’d make his way back to the customer, breathing out some excuse and getting back to finding the book they were looking for.
You even haunted him in his dreams. He could feel the way your skin dipped and curved as he ran his hands over the sweat slicked skin. Feel the way your warm walls engulfed his length; sinking further and further under your spell. Hear the way you cried his honorific and begged him to let you cum; begged for more, Until the blaring of his alarm would snap him back to reality and he’d be left to take care of what dream you left behind.
It’d been six months of this constant brooding attitude he’d have whenever he thought of you. Harry hadn’t been able to sleep with anybody else. Just finding solace in fucking his fist, and wishing it was you. Oh but he tried though. A few women at the bar, or a pretty customer he thought looked like you. But they weren’t you, were they? He’d gotten drunk off of the way your body felt under his touch, and it’s like he’s been hungover ever since. Often he found himself looking at your social media, scrolling through all the pretty pictures you’d post. Pictures of your apartment, your cat, your family. Pictures with Chase? Who was Chase? Pictures with your friends. He’d take note of all the cities you’d been to since he saw you.
Oh, a new post.
You were apparently going to be about an hour away from him next week.
Interesting.
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Every city you traveled to, there were more and more people waiting to meet you. You couldn’t believe it. Flattered doesn’t even begin to describe what you felt. So many stories of how you saved people's relationships after they read your books. Their sex lives with their partners had been so boring but after they’d read your books, they’d found new inspiration to spice things up. Every time someone told you a new story you were dumbfounded. Still finding it so hard to believe that anybody even found your books interesting, let alone liked them enough to take time out of their day to come and meet you and have you sign their book.
You’d tried to move on from Harry. A few casual hook ups, and a short term boyfriend, Chase, that lasted all of two and a half months. Said boyfriend looked at you like you had two heads when you asked him to choke you during sex so you weren’t sure why you thought it would last. 
You would find yourself daydreaming; frothing at the mouth thinking of all the dirty things Harry had done to you. You’d grip the front of your sink in the morning, head hanging near your chest while you thought about Harry’s cock splitting you open; his fingertips colliding with your cheek while he called you his dirty little slut, all while Chase was in the shower, a wave of guilt washing over you for imagining these things while your boyfriend was two feet away from you. Oh, how you wished you could experience those things again. 
You were right though, you’d gotten plenty of fuel for your next book. The follow up to Little Freak was scheduled to be released at the end of the year, just in time for holiday sales. Jenny was thrilled. You thought you would be. But you just felt empty. You always felt worse when you’d snap out of it, staring at yourself in the mirror with annoyance for yourself written all over your face.
“You look sick, babe. You alright?” Chase would ask, stepping out of the shower. “You look a little flushed,” The back of his hand coming in contact with your forehead. He was super sweet after all. 
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just warm in here from the steam,” you’d wave him off, pressing a kiss to his lips and offering him a smile.
Chase broke it off with you last week saying he couldn't give you what you wanted. You knew that, but didn't have the heart to break it to him first. He seemed a little fragile, if you know what I mean. So you pretended to be sad until he left your apartment and then you had a laugh before making a post announcing the next city for your signing tour.
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Jenny booked you a hotel, even though the bookstore you were going to be at was only about an hour away. But riding back in the car for an hour sounded pretty awful so you didn’t put up a fight. 
The owner of this store was so excited for your event. She walked up and down the line thanking everyone for showing up, and reminded all of them of the snacks and refreshments she’d set out. She was a doll, continuously asking if you needed anything. Always giving you a smile and a “Just holler at me if you need anything, dear!”
About an hour in, a pair of eyes caught your attention. You’d know those eyes anywhere. He was about four people behind the person you were talking to. Standing there, book in hand with that sweet smile on his face. His eyes bore into yours. Your breath caught in your throat, your face turned pink and your hands immediately felt clammy. The person in front of you snaps you out of your trance and you direct your attention back to them, acting as if nothing happened. 
“This book literally brought life back to my relationship. We had no idea what we were missing out on!” She exclaimed, “My husband sends his thanks as well,” she giggles out.
“I’m so glad you guys enjoyed it. Hopefully you’ll like the next one too. Thank you so much for coming!” You hand the book back to her with a smile. She thanks you and is on her way. The next few people are the same. It never got old though; hearing how your books positively impacted others. Whether they found out they liked something they never heard of, or if it gave them the courage to spice up their love lives. 
Harry studied you as you interacted with your readers. How genuinely happy you looked to be talking to these people. The smile on your face that he’d only seen in his dreams over the last six months. The crinkle you got near your eyes when you laughed. That giggle. He was addicted. He needed to hear it every day. He’d do anything. That’s why he’s standing here right now in front of you with your book in his hand. 
“Hi,” he says softly.
“Hi,” you say back to him. “What are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he hands the book over to you, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Cut the crap, Harry. What are you doing here?” taking the book, you scrawl your signature on the cover page.
“Can we talk?” he looks at you with pleading eyes. You glance up at him, holding the book back out to him. 
“I don’t know, Harry,” looking away, you fumble with the permanent marker between your fingers. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please, sweets. Just wanna talk,” He smiles down at you. Meeting his eyes again, your gaze hardens. There’s no way he just wants to talk. You’re not totally stupid, but you’ll humor him.
“Fine. Just to talk,” you wave your hand in the air, “Just wait in the seating area.”
He smiles at you again. “Thank you.”
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Walking into your hotel room with Harry in tow, you wonder just how stupid you are. What are you doing? Is this smart? Probably not. Do you care? Also probably not.
“What are you actually doing here, Harry,” you ask, sitting on the end of the bed to take your shoes off.
“Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to see you?” his voice was quiet and smooth, nothing like it was in the bookstore earlier. He’s standing there with his hands in his pockets as he watches you.
“Not even a little bit,” you scoffed with a laugh, tossing your shoes to the side before leaning back on your hands.
“Well, it’s the truth.” His gaze remained unwavering. 
You were born at night, but not last night.
“You’re such a liar,” you laugh, “You’re going to stand there and tell me that you drove an hour just to see me?” 
“I missed you.” he breathes out. You just stare at him with widened eyes, and he stares right back. Emerald eyes, rather sunken and tired looking, just keep staring back at you.
“How dare you,” you stand from the edge of the bed, finger pointed into his chest. His eyes widen at your demeanor. “You don’t get to do that. You said this was a one time thing. You told me multiple times that it was a one time thing.” You continue walking towards him, him taking a step back with every forward step you take. “So, what exactly do you want, Harry? You came all the way here just to tell me you missed me? When was it you who put that rule in place?” His back hits your hotel room door. “Am i just a good fuck you can’t get out of your head or what?”
“N-no, you’re,” he pauses, “you’re everything. And I’m just an idiot who can’t talk about his feelings.”
“Please, you told me yourself that you don’t do ‘feelings’. So do me a favor and tell me what it is you really want.”
“I want you,” he says softly, looking at your lips. Not even an ounce of hesitation floods his system when he reaches out with both hands to cup your face, and finally presses his lips to yours for the first time. You gasp, but kiss him back anyways; Your hands finding a soft grip on his wrists. It’s everything. The way his soft lips perfectly mold with yours. All of the built up emotions he’d been shoving down the last half a year showed themselves in that kiss. He bore his soul to you in that kiss. His tongue swipes at your lower lip, but that’s when you pull away.
“No, Harry,” you rush out, “Y-you’re too late,” you pull his hands from your face, and start to turn away when he grabs ahold of your upper arm, spinning you back towards him.
“Oh, don’t give me that shit,” he bites out, tone no longer soft. “I saw the look on your face when you noticed I was there tonight.” 
“I-I have a boyfriend,” you lie, thinking you could use Chase as an escape route. Sure, he broke up with you about a week ago but Harry doesn’t need to know that. “You’re too late, Harry.” He studies you for a moment. The tremble in your upper lip from fighting off a grin. The telling glint in your eyes. The way you won’t look him in the eye.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible liar?” Both of his hands grip your arms as he slowly walks you backwards.
“I’m n-not lying. I have a boyfriend. His name is Chase.” You almost stumble over your own feet, but his grip on your arms keeps you standing. Ah, Chase.
“Right,” he mocks you, “and does ‘Chase’ make you tremble and break like I did?” He leans down near your ear. “Does he make you beg and cry for it like I did? Does he make you cum so hard you see stars like I did? Hm?” His warm breath tickles the skin of your throat. Harry sweeps your hair away from your neck before latching his teeth onto your pulse point, making you gasp. You feel your legs bump against the edge of the bed, your fists take hold of his sweater to keep you standing.
“Harry, I can’t,” you groan. You want to; more than anything, but you won’t give him the satisfaction. He grins against your skin, swiping his tongue over the bite mark he left behind. 
“Your body says otherwise, sweets,” he says, bringing his face to be level with yours, “Tell me to stop,” he slips a hand under your skirt, teasing his fingertips along your inner thigh. Your breath is caught in your throat. “C’mon, tell me to stop,” he plucks the hem of your underwear right near where you want him most. His lips finding your skin again; featherlight kisses being pressed up and down the column of your throat. You tilt your head back to give him more room.
“H-harry, please,” you whine, your hands reach up to grasp the nape of his neck.
“Please what?” he whispers against your throat, biting down again, eliciting a groan from your lips. 
“P-please, t-touch me.”
“Thought you said you had a boyfriend?” He grins, tilting your chin down to look into your eyes. The hand that’s been under your skirt takes hold of the front of your panties and pulls you forward, making you lose your footing and sending you backwards onto the bed. Harry presses one knee onto the mattress, fingers still holding your panties, as he leans over you.
“T-that’s su–subject to change,”  you try to pull him down by the nape of his neck to kiss him again, but he doesn’t budge, one arm anchored near your head.
Instead, with a flick of his wrist he’s pulling your panties down your legs. Bringing them up to eye level, he smirks at the wet patch evident on the front of them.
“Is it now?” His salacious eyes look at you from above. You nod in response, making Harry chuckle. “So, are you going to admit that you were lying to me?” He tosses your panties to the side before bracing his other arm on the other side of you.
You shake your head, a mischievous smile forming on your pouty lips. You run your hands under his sweater up his torso, relishing in the warm feeling under your fingertips. He never let you touch him last time, but he wasn’t about to stop you now. He’d die a happy man after knowing what your skin felt like against his. The way your body reacted to every little touch he offered. Sure, he felt you last time, but not like this.
“You’re just going to make it worse for yourself, sweets,” Harry grins down at you.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” your hands stop their exploration and cup the sides of his face, your thumbs rubbing over his cheekbones. “I do have a boyfriend, but he’s not you,” you whisper. Knowing that Chase isn’t your boyfriend anymore.
“Such a naughty girl,” He leans down to kiss you, your hold moving up and tangling in his curls. You moan into his mouth when you feel the tips of his fingers come in contact with your cunt; he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny he could find before he pulls away, chuckling at your blown out pupils. “Does Chase take care of you like I did?”
“N-no,” a whine leaves you at the loss of contact, “He won’t even choke me,” you pull him back down to your mouth, hooking your right leg around his waist to bring his weight on top of yours.
He pulls away—“Sounds like a pussy”—before kissing you once again. Lips moving in sync; your whines and whimpers being stolen from you by the greedy man above you. His fingers finally make contact with where you need him most; dipping two inside your warmth to prod at the spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back.
“Haah, you have—ff—fuck, r-right there—no idea.” Your skin already feels like it’s on fire. Your body reacts to his every touch; craving more and more at every turn. Harry would give you anything you wanted if you’d asked for it.
“Mm, you probably feel so needy right now, huh?” he chuckles, bringing his free hand up to firmly grasp your throat. The mischievous glint forming in your eyes again, his favorite smile etched onto your lips. He finally put your favorite necklace back in its rightful place. 
“Uhuh, please. Need you so bad,” His thumb begins rubbing slow circles on your clit; your teeth take hold of your bottom lip as you look at him with blown out eyes, silently begging for more. 
“Yeah?” He’s enthralled by your eagerness. The most genuine smile he’s ever been able to muster forms on his lips. You’ve successfully turned this man into mush without even trying. He’d burn the whole world down for you if it meant you’d look at him like that. “Gonna let me take care of you?” 
You nod. 
“Forever this time?” he’s searching your eyes for any ounce of hesitation. Every feeling he ever felt for you shined bright in the emerald orbs before you.
You smile. 
Big.
“Y-yes, Sir,” leaves your lips in the form of a salacious whisper.
“I can be Sir any other time, I just want to be Harry for you right now, sweets,” he retracts his hand from between your legs, bringing it to face level. His eyes never leave yours as he swipes his tongue over his fingers, licking up every ounce of your arousal; his other hand never leaving your throat, rubbing his thumb over your pulse point. Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s so dirty; and you love it. 
You nod frantically in his hold. “H-Harry please,” you’re not sure what you’re asking for, you just want him.
“Gonna give you what you want–what you need–baby,” he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before taking a hold of your hip with his free hand and flipping the two of you over so you were straddling his waist. Sliding his hand that’s around your throat to the nape of your neck to kiss you deeply. He sits up with you, bringing his hands down to the hem of your shirt, sliding his warm hands over the expanse of your hips, trailing up to grope your breasts; his lips still moving perfectly in sync with yours. “C-can i take this off?”
“Please,” a whine leaves your lips. Your arms raise up as he slides your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side. He eyes your chest; placing kisses all over. Reaching behind you, unclasping your bra as it finds the same fate as your shirt. His mouth latches on to your left breast, rolling his tongue over the perked bud. You throw your head back, arms draped around his neck as you grind your bare cunt into his very evident bulge; reveling in the friction against your clit.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose my shit,” he growls, taking your other breast into his mouth.
“Do your worst,” you whisper into his ear, sliding your hands under his sweater, pulling it over his head to join the other pieces of clothing on the floor. You stand from his lap before he’s able to react. Slipping your fingers into the waistband of your skirt, you shimmy it down your hips and thighs, giving him a little show. He watches on with lustful eyes. 
He reaches for his belt, pulling it from the loops of his jeans. “You gonna tie me up again, Harry? Hm?” you tease him, opening the button of his jeans.
“No, baby. Wanna feel your hands all over me this time,” he tosses the belt to the side, standing from the bed, he cups the sides of your face, pulling you to him once again. Your hands still working his zipper, pushing his jeans down.
“Then allow me,” you whisper. Reaching to pull his hands from your face, dropping them to his sides. Slowly sinking to your knees, placing open mouthed kisses to his skin as you traveled south. You feel his abdomen contract at the light touch, making you smirk against his skin before swiping your tongue over the surface, making the man above you audibly whimper.
“D-don’t tease, sweets.” 
You chuckle, pulling his jeans all the way down, he kicks them to the side. Harry slides his boxers off, not wanting to waste anymore time, much to your dismay. You roll your eyes, but your attitude disappears once his cock springs up and you catch a glimpse of his reddened tip, just begging for your attention. 
“Sit,” you whisper, running your fingertips up his legs, tracing over the tiger tattoo on his thigh; placing a kiss on its nose after he sits on the edge of the bed.
“Anything you want, baby,” he reaches to cradle your face, but you dodge his reach. He looks at you quizzically.
“No touching,” rolls off your tongue. You watch his eyes darken as that famous smile forms.
“Oh, you want to play like that?” he leans back on his hands, as you nod. Your hands wrapping around the base of his cock, making him suck a breath through his teeth.
“Wanna see how long you can last without touching me,” you say before you spit onto his tip, smearing it with the precum along his length. Engulfing him in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his tip; running it up and down the prominent vein along the underside. Harry’s eyes roll into the back of his head when you pass the tip of your tongue over the tip of his cock. 
“F–Fuck, sweets, that’s s–so go–ood,” his hands fist in the comforter, just itching to grasp into your hair to guide you how he wanted you. But he was enjoying letting you have your fun. You hum after sinking him to the back of your throat; working him up and up and up. “Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m gon–” you reach up, to fondle his balls, giving them a firm squeeze. His hands shoot up; pulling you off of his cock. “Unless you want me to cum down your throat, you’d better stop now,” he warns you, letting you go. You shake your head.
“Fuck my throat, Harry,” you groan. “Gimme your cum,” your tongue lulls out as you put your mouth on him again.
“You want my help now?” he questions, swiping your hair out of your eyes. You hum an ‘mhm’ around his cock. You pull off for a second—”You already lost, so just fuck my throat already”—before sinking your mouth back onto him. A groan erupts from deep in his chest; he stands slightly, gripping underneath your chin with one hand, and cradles the back of your head with the other, “Breathe through that nose, baby,” he says before nestling your nose against his happy trail; holding you there for a few seconds before pulling back just enough to hear the slick sounds of spit leaving your lips and then diving back in. Rocking his hips back and forth; his balls slapping your chin with every thrust. Your eyes watering, mascara bleeding onto your cheeks. He pulls you off, letting you catch your breath. “Color?” he asks, leaning down by your face. 
“G-green,” you choke out, a sadistic grin forming on your lips. 
“My filthy girl,” he smiles down at you. Tapping your cheek, signaling you to open, Harry spits onto your tongue, colliding his fingertips with the surface of your cheek before sliding his cock back into your mouth. You groan at the impact on your cheek. “Still want my cum in your throat? Blink once for yes and two for no, sweets,” he grins down at you. You blink once in response. “Alright, baby” he speeds up his hips, the tip of his cock prodding at the back of your throat with every thrust. You gag, but he presses on emptying himself deep inside. Moans and cries of your name leave his lips as he squeezes every last drop into your mouth onto your tongue. You swallow and cough as he pulls himself out, catching your breath. He reaches down, pulling you up under your arms to stand with him. Swiping his hands over your hips and lower back; he pulls you to straddle his lap on the bed once again. “Such a pretty girl, looking a mess for me,” he praises, swiping a thumb across your cheek wiping some of the tears and drool away. “Missed you like this. Missed you in general,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours, tasting himself on your tongue. 
“I missed you too,” you whisper against his lips, pressing your lips back together. He grins against your mouth.
“Couldn’t have missed me too much,” he chastises you, “How many guys did you try to look for me in?” he questions, flipping the two of you over, standing between your legs and  leaning over you. “Hm? How many guys did you try to let have what's mine?” One of his hands swipes those two fingers through your folds.
“J-just f-four,” you moan at the contact. “Promise, I missed you,” you try to pull him down to you, but he remains like a statue, staring at you from above. “Please, kiss me, Harry,” you plead with him.
“Mm, just four,” he mutters. “Gonna give me four orgasms to make it up to me?” he nods his head at you, grabbing your chin to nod your head for you; he smiles at the look of panic in your eyes. “Say, ‘Yes, Harry’ if you understand, baby,” he says, placing a kiss on your nose.
“Y-yes, Harry,” you whisper. Smiling before pulling his lips to yours. He trails his kisses down the expanse of your chest, teasing his tongue on your skin with every kiss. You’re a whimpering mess beneath his touch. Reacting to every pass of his hands over your sweat-slicked skin. Harry settles on his knees between your legs, sligning your knees over his shoulders.
“Still green?” he asks, breath fanning over your cunt. 
“Uhuh,” you whine. “So green.”
Harry dives right in, swiping his tongue over your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, lightly crazing his teeth over the nub; making your hips jerk in response. One of his hands slides up to firmly hold your hips in place against the mattress. 
“Oh, fuck, Harry,” you gasp as a finger enters your heat, giving you that delicious curl that only he could achieve. Your fingers weave into his curls, tugging at the roots. 
“Mm, baby. Keep pulling on it,” he moans against your pussy. “Make it hurt,” he whines. Tongue fucking you as deep as he could and his nose constantly bumping up with your clit has your senses turning all the lights in the house on, plus his finger poking at your g spot has you cumming without warning. Clutching onto his curls for dear life as your body convulses under his mouth.
“Gimme all of it, baby. Soak my face,” he says, continuing his ministrations. Your clit throbs under his tongue, sending shockwaves through your body. 
“T–too much, Harry, oh god. Too much!” He slaps down on your thigh as a warning.
“Shut up, and take it for me like the good girl I know you can be f’me,” his thumb pressing on your clit, sending you into your second orgasm only a minute and a half after your first one. “Good,” he praises you. “Very good, baby.” His fingers continue working you through your trembling state; bringing you back down to earth; just for him to send you back into outer space once he deemed you ready for takeoff. “How are you feeling, sweets?” He slides your legs off of his shoulders, then standing to lean over you again.
“So fucking good, Harry,” you moan out, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He leans into your touch laying his body weight on top of yours. One of his hands comes up to cradle your face, swiping his thumb over the apple of your cheek before kissing you hard. Tasting yourself on someone else’s tongue has never tasted so good. He moans into your mouth, swiping his cock through your folds. 
“Good,” he smiles down at you. You hike your leg up around his hip, tugging him as close to you as possible as he pushes inside. A delicious stretch that you’ve missed terribly. None of those boys you’d attempted to forget Harry with could ever compare to this here and now. He swallows the moans you let escape; sliding his other hand down to grip the sides of your throat, making you whimper. “Take it,” he growls, “Take it all.” 
“Hgnh, Harry. It–it’s–” your moans take over before you’re able to finish your sentence. But Harry knew.
“Know it is, baby. But you love it.” He grins, covering your mouth with his to pull your tongue into his mouth. Stilling his hips once he’s at full hilt, surveying your body's responses to the stretch. Pulling your other leg up over his hip, you silently beg him to move. Harry begins rocking his hips back and forth, stealing every one of your whimpers and cries of pleasure. Your nails leaving scratches along his back. Harry reaches one arm under your lower back, lifting your hips slightly, getting a different angle. Your head tilts back, he takes the opportunity to attach his teeth to your throat, eliciting a deep groan from you. 
But he’s not satisfied yet. He stands, still inside you; grabbing ahold of behind both of your knees and pressing them to your chest, he pistons himself into your cunt; turning you into a whimpering mess. “Fuck, sweets, this pussy fe–eels so go–od.” He groans, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. The angle making your eyes cross; lulling your tongue out he offers you a wad of spit, adding two fingers. “Suck,” and you do. Taking them into your mouth; swirling your tongue around. His other hand sliding down to rub fast circles on your clit, making you gasp. Accepting the opportunity, he pushes his fingers further into your throat making you gag. “Hm, very good, baby,” he smiles at you, retracting his fingers; offering you a slap across your cheek. You smile up at him. “Dirty girl, just wants to be manhandled. Poor thing’s been neglected, huh?” You nod. 
He speeds up his fingers, ignoring your protests of too much. He reminds you that you know what words to use if you really want him to stop. “Gonna cum, pretty?” 
“Uhuh uhuh,” you whine, “hurts, Harry.”
“Know it does, pretty. But you’ll take it f’me won’t you?” he coos at you. You nod frantically in response, your arms anchoring around his neck and pulling him to you. “Yeah you will.”
“G’na cum, Harry,” you tuck your face into his throat, peppering kisses all over the surface in attempt to ground yourself. 
“Cum all over me, pretty girl. Give it to me,” he whispers in your ear. Your body contracts against his, he anchors one hand to your hip, forcing you to remain in place and accept the assault on your bundle of nerves from his other hand.
“H-Harry, please, please please,” whines leave your spit slicked lips, and he just coos you to be quiet.
“Shh, baby. Just take it f’me.” his fingers speed up just a little bit more, as do your whines. “Now, now, do I need to silence you? You were doing so good, baby,” he says, colliding his fingertips with your cheek once again, making you go quiet. You shake your head ‘No’. He takes hold of your face, covering your mouth with his hand as he looks down into your eyes. “Then give me another, right now,” he demands, stilling his hips against yours but continuing to spell his name over your bundle of nerves over and over and over again. 
“F–fuck, Harry,” your body works into overdrive as you hit the peak of the mountain again; toppling over the edge of pleasure and coming down fast, headed right for rock bottom but not before Harry swiftly pulls himself out of you, and flipping you over onto your tummy. You gasp in surprise. He enters you again from behind, you reach back to grasp his hip, attempting to push him back. 
“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done with you yet,” he growls in your ear. Grasping both of your arms, he folds them against your lower back in one hand.
“Y-you said, f-four,” you whine into the comforter.
“Did I?” he grins above you. “Hm, guess that makes me a liar too, doesn’t it?" he chuckles darkly, his free hand landing smack after smack on your ass. "C’mon pretty, give me number five.”
“H-harry, I–I ca-can’t.”
“You can, and you will,” he states matter of factly. Pulling your arms back with each thrust of his hips to hit every good angle inside your pussy. 
Your head is spinning, every nerve of yours is on fire. Sliding a hand down the expanse of your back, he presses his thumb into your ass, making you moan louder than you have all night. With every thrust of Harry’s hips it drives his thumb further into your ass making your eyes cross.
“G’na cum again, oh god, Harry. G’na cum!”
“Cum, baby. Give all of it to me,” your arousal comes in waves, squirting all over Harry’s abdomen and thighs. “Oh, yes, baby. There she is, such a dirty girl. C’mon, keep squirting all over this dick,” he groans. Leaning down to angle your head to smush his lips against yours. Your body is set ablaze; nobody has ever been able to set your senses on fire like this. Harry was your one in a million, and he finally saw that. He continues thrusting his hips, in and out, in and out milking every bit of your arousal from you that he can. Releasing your arms, he braces his hands near your head, biting down on your upper back as he fucks you into the mattress.
“W-where do you want my cum, baby?” He asks breathlessly, sinking his teeth back into your skin.
“I-inside. Fill me up, Harry,” you moan into the blanket beneath you, your knuckles turning white from your grip.
“Don't have to tell me twice,” he grunts, “G’na fill this pussy up with my babies. Make you all swollen for me. Then those boys will know who you belong to. You want that? Hm?” 
“F-Fuck, yes, Harry. Make me yours,” you cry out, fisting the comforter in your hands. He stills against you; filling you to the brim. “S-shit, Harry. So good, baby. So good.”
“Shit, pretty—you’re so good. Best I ever had, swear to god. Such a good girl,” he moans against your skin. “Perfect f’me.”
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The months of brooding just kept him away from what was his; you. Everything about you. The smile he fell in love with at first sight, but refused to admit it. The sounds of your laughter filling the air. The way your face reddened every time he kissed your cheek goodbye. The gleam in your eyes when you got particularly excited about something, especially if it was considered taboo. You were his dirty girl.
He was leaning against the counter as you two discussed everything. The one question you’d asked him that he didn’t really want to answer at the time. “Do you believe in love?” His response, “I’d like to, but it’s not for me,” and it broke your heart. He didn’t think he was deserving. He just wanted to run his business, and move on. He ignored every pang in his chest when he thought about you. But looking at you here and now, his arms wrapped around you as you stood in your hotel room shower, his heart has never felt more full.
“I think I have to change my answer to one of your previous questions.” He says, running his hands over your water slicked skin, rubbing circles on your hips with his thumbs.
“Mm, which one would that be?” You ask, turning your head to look up at him, cheek pressed against his chest, your fingers tangled in his wet curls.
“If I believe in love.”
“And?” You question, a sly smile forming on your lips.
“If I get to experience it with you, then I absolutely believe in love,” he leans down to softly kiss your lips, pulling you as close to him as possible. “But you were right about one thing,” he whispers as he pulls away for a split second, taking in the gigantic smile on your face. Your eyes searching for any sense of deception. 
There is none.
“What’s that?” you ask, bringing a hand down to cup his face; you run your thumb across his bottom lip.
“I didn’t do feelings. Not until you,” and he’s kissing you again.
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c/n: weeeeell. what do we think? 🙈 I know it says final up there but I think I may do a check in or two for our pair here. We shall see!! Thank you for coming along this journey with them! I hope you enjoyed!
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Hiii, so i got really excited about all the new ships and i wondering if i could request a poly!prongsfoot x female reader where maybe the reader completely matches their energy and its like a college au and the boys bring reader to meet all their friends for the first time and everybody is like… woah… now theres 3 of them. Just some super energetic cutesy fluff if you dont mind, thank you for considering this i really appreciate it!!! Hope your doing amazing🫶🏻
omg so I saw a post the other day and there's another ship name for Sirius x James = starbucks!! How cute? Thanks for your request and your patience - it took me some time to flush this out (I think any new ships likely will take me longer!)
poly!prongsfoot x fem!reader who's just like them
Remus doesn’t think he’s ever seen his two best friends as excited as they currently were, sitting and waiting (rather impatiently) for your arrival. 
Peter, Mary, and Lily were sitting on the booth against the wall, with Remus and Regulus sat together to the right of them, with Sirius and James to their right.
Sirius and James had been talking about this ‘perfect girl’ they met in their psych 101 class last semester, likely since the very day they met you if Remus assumed correctly. 
“She’s so pretty, Moons! I’ve never seen eyes as beautiful as hers.”
“She’s so funny! You should have heard her snarking the frat boys behind us in yesterday’s lecture.”
“She’s brilliant! She helped us study and I got 88% on our last exam!”
And now, a whole semester and a half later, they’d finally convinced you to meet their friends.
Lord knows how two of the most hyperactive and mischievous people Remus has ever had the pleasure of knowing managed to trick another person to put up with them voluntarily, but he did really like seeing them so happy and excited in life; both so deserving for different reasons. 
James deserved all the love that he so openly and willingly shared with others, and Sirius had worked so hard to become the man he is and deserved to be celebrated for it.
So, if what made them happy was a cute girl from their intro to psychology course? Well, Remus couldn’t argue with them. 
“I can’t wait until she gets here; you’re all going to love her.” James declared, shifting closer to Sirius in his excitement who quickly threw his arm over his boyfriend’s shoulders. 
“So, don’t embarrass us, alright? We want to keep her around.” Sirius added, placing a chaste kiss to James' shoulder as James practically vibrated in his seat.
“I assure you, Sirius, you do not need our help embarrassing you.” Regulus drawled, not bothering to look up from the drink’s menu in his hand.
“Oi! You take that back!” Sirius barked as he flicked the menu up into Regulus’ face. 
Remus had to quickly grip his boyfriend’s shoulder to hold him in his seat as he looked like he was about to crawl over the table to strangle his brother.
“Easy, babe.” Remus commented teasingly, “I doubt Pete, Lily, or Mary will bother calling 999 if you kill him, but their new girl may not be as understanding.”
Sirius harrumphed earning him a conciliatory kiss from James as Pete and the girls just snickered. 
Regulus’ muttering was interrupted by a commotion at the door as a group sitting near the entrance cheered at a new arrival.
“Yay! Are you finally joining us for a pub night, Y/N?!” someone shouted, causing both James and Sirius’ head to snap to attention; Remus was sure if they were dogs, their tails would be wagging and their ears would have perked up. 
“God no! I wouldn’t dream of it!” You called back teasingly, pulling away from someone who had stood to give you a hug. 
“Foul!” The person called back as their friend group laughed.
“Next time!” You promised as you moved through the crowd, face lighting up somehow even brighter when you spotted James and Sirius.
James was up on his feet the second you made eye contact with him and he all but carried you over to the group.
“Hi angel! I’m so glad you could make it!” He cheered at you as he kissed your cheek. 
“Of course, Jamie. I was looking forward to it.” You responded as you beamed at Sirius who stood as well to give you a proper hug.
“Hiya, dollface! How was your day?” Sirius asked as he held you to his chest.
“Good! Good, I’m looking forward to a drink, though.” You laughed, shucking your jacket off which James was quick to take from you to hang it on the hook attached to the booth. 
“Everyone; this is Y/N! Y/N, that there is our best mate Remus, that’s his boyfriend and less importantly my brother Regulus,” Sirius introduced, causing Regulus to scowl and Remus to chuckle as he consolingly squeezed Regulus’ knee. “And that there is our other best mate Peter, and these beauties here are Lily and Mary.”
You enthusiastically exchanged handshakes with those you could reach and no less enthusiastic waves with those who you couldn’t.
“It’s so nice to meet you all! I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Which is concerning, considering you guys met in class?” Regulus commented, earning him a booming laugh from you.
“I was doing too well in that class anyways; it’s good to keep your GPA well rounded.” You responded in jest, gently nudging a furiously blushing James with your elbow as Sirius beamed at the two of you from your other side. 
As the group of you spoke, Remus noticed a number of people coming up to clap James or Sirius on the shoulders who knew them from their classes or various extracurriculars., though that wasn’t all that unusual when attending a pub night near campus. What Remus found to be quite phenomenal was how many people happened to come up to you to do the same.
Remus supposed it made sense for his two social and quite popular friends to find a kindred spirit, but he couldn’t believe that there were three of you who appeared to be so universally liked.
Well, Remus was sure some of Sirius’ notoriety was less from his likeability and more for his flirty nature. 
Mary had a lot of fun talking to you about her Instagram feed and your TikTok, which was full of videos of you, Sirius, and James doing trendy dances to various degrees of success. 
You were eager to discuss your latest reads with Remus, Regulus, and Lily, and you all laughed at the furious blush that took over Regulus’ face when the three of you started discussing the erotic books you’d enjoyed recently. 
“I mean, really; is that appropriate to be discussing in such a public setting?” Regulus had muttered as he looked over his shoulder to ensure other patrons hadn’t heard the scandalous books the three of you had read.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Reggie. I’ve seen the love bites you’ve left on my mate; you’re no saint.” Sirius had drawled, causing the blush to migrate all the way down Regulus’ neck.
You even joined in with some of Peter's quick-witted jests at the boys' expense.
In the end, it was the way you fell easily into the friendly banter with the group as if you’d been part of it all along that really won Remus over, had his friends’ lovesick smiles not already thoroughly convinced him of your worth. 
“I really like Y/N.” He commented to Regulus as he finished flossing his teeth that night. Regulus scoffed without lifting his head from the book he’d been reading already comfortable in bed.
“You would.”
Remus furrowed his brow as he turned the bathroom light off and climbed into bed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“She’s exactly your type.”
Remus barked a laugh and pulled Regulus (quite rudely, if you’d asked Regulus) into his side, forcing him to lay the book flat on the bed lest he lose his place for good.
“I’d argue that’s not the case, seeing as you’re my type.” He murmured into his boyfriend’s neck.
Regulus rolled his eyes though his face betrayed the fondness he felt for Remus. “That’s not what I meant, tosser.”
“What’d you mean then?” He asked, trailing kisses along Regulus’ collarbone.
“I mean she’s bubbly, she’s bold and outgoing, she’s mischievous, and she seemed to put up with the lot of you quite well.”
Remus lifted his head to look at Regulus bemusedly.
“She’s a carbon copy of two of your best friends, she’s basically Sirius and James.” Regulus clarified, looking smug as Remus’ face fell in understand.
“Oh my God...” Remus whispered in horror. “There’s three of them.” 
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First Date Time At LuLu World
Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
Lucifer smoothed any creases from his ivory suit and checked his hair four times in the nearby reflection. He wasn’t nervous! He just… needed tonight to go well. It’s the first date he’s had in years— or it might technically be his first date in history? Everything happened so fast with Lilith! He can’t remember if he ever properly asked her on a date. They did end up getting married though, so it worked out… until it didn’t. Fuck, there’s a lot of pressure on this now
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• Steeling his nerves in place before he lost them, he allowed his knuckles to tap “the shave and a hair cut” on your door
• His smile (and ego) tripled in size when you opened it not a moment after. For the sake of his restless mind he let himself picture you waiting in anticipation on the other side, dreaming you might be just as excited as he was helped him a bit
• Lucifer twisted his cane in one hand and offered you his other, “Are you ready for the best night of your life?”
• “Hm, that’s a big expectation,” You reply playfully, bypassing his hand and hugging onto his arm, “Are you sure a theme park will live up to all that?”
• He scoffs and rolls his eyes but inwardly he’s hyper aware of the new proximity you’ve granted him, “LuLu World is not just any theme park! It’s my theme park. I designed and built it with my two hands!”
• “And maybe a tablespoon of magic?”
• “A teaspoon, at most.” He winks
• Your laughter was delightful, a sign that the night was starting off perfect. He just hoped it would end the same way
• LuLu World was big and chaotic, sending every sense you had buzzing with adrenaline and you hadn’t even done anything yet!
• Lucifer’s stuck for a solid minute just reveling in your awe. You like it! He made this and you already like it!
• He drags out of your stupor by pulling you to the teacups. He has one hand on his hat to keep it from flying while the other attempts to help you spin the wheel
• After Devil’s Drop (a terrifying 500ft plunge) you begged to go into the Haunted Dollhouse. Lucifer of course indulged you but couldn’t hide his boredom. Nothing here would scare him. He doubled over in laughter when a real ghost made you jump though
• The two of you rotated turns picking and choosing what to do next after that
• Giga coasters with butterfly loops, swings that went backwards, bumper cars, a massive carousel with actual unicorn horns— LuLu World had it all!
• Lucifer was bouncing in place, excitedly watching you bite into an infamous LuLu World caramel apple when he noticed how dark it had gotten
• He’d long forgotten his plan to make everything perfect and the schedule he was supposed to keep you on
• “H-Hey let’s go on the ferris wheel! Like right now!”
• You hardly have a moment to swallow the crunchy treat, asking with a full mouth, “Right now?”
• “Right now!” He repeats seriously with a tight smile
• The line would be ridiculously long, everyone likely had the same idea he had. But he had it first! He was the king and the owner, shamelessly walking past the line of sinners and straight to the front
• He flashes the operator a warning glare when they try to tell you to throw away your carmel apple
• (To his dismay you take a final, ridiculously large bite and toss it anyways, not wanting to start a fuss)
• “Hey this is a date right?” You asked while the two of you waited for the ride to officially start, sitting in a slow rotation while the empty carts filled up below
• Lucifer jolts, “Of course it’s a date! Why-why would you not think it is? Is it no lt date-y enough—“
• “I was just checking! Wanted to make sure it’s ok to do this,” You reply quickly and slip your hand under his own, lacing your fingers together with his
• Can panic and relief hit him simultaneously? He felt his nerves vibrating, deciding whether to spike or settle down
• You clearly see him internally struggling and attempt to break the silence casually, “I still can’t believe you made all this. It’s really impressive. I’m having a lot of fun with you. But I always do.”
• His brows jump, crimson eyes sparkling with delight at that, “You do?”
• “Of course I do! We could be surrounded by nothing but rocks and you’d find a way to make it entertaining.” You say with a laugh
• Joining in your mirth, he chuckles and squeezes your hand slightly
• A thunderous boom echoes in the air and makes you jump
• “Right on time!” Lucifer’s grin widens
• Colors pop and flower in the night sky with loud cracks! Some form shapes or spell short words
• Lucifer’s so immersed by the firework show he forgot he wanted to see your reaction to them. When his eyes flit to you he sees you’re ignoring them, gaze completely fixed on him in total adoration
• Your spare hand steals his cheek and guides his face closer with ease. Just as a firework explodes in the near distance, his lips meet yours
• Lucifer shares the sentiment with a giggle when you part, “Fireworks.”
• You laugh before kissing him again
• Safe to say his first date was a massive success
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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ big sad so i quickly wrote smthn to cheer me up, i hope everyone enjoys
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OK so like...you've seen Bi-Han's latest skin, right? The one that's basically a Magic Mike does Subzero type getup? What about a scenario where it's his new training gear and the reader loves it so much that she can't help expressing her...appreciation of how it looks on him.
let me show you
a/n: i wanted a softer bi han, so here's softer bi han
pairing: bi han x gn!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), blow jobs, handjobs
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you can’t help but bite your lip as you admire Bi Han in his new outfit
it was certainly something else: his chest fully out and his pants skin tight, especially around his groin
even from across the training grounds, you can see how his cock strains against the material even soft, and an idea crosses your mind
you walk up to Bi Han giving him a small kiss, and he smiles softly at you, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, as he draws you in close
you lean in close to his ear and tell him to meet you in the closet by the kitchens before sauntering off, making sure to sway your hips back and forth
you don’t have to wait long in the closet as he opens the door and closes it behind him, clicking the lock in place as you smile up at him through your eyelashes
you crowd him against the door, kissing him deeply and running your fingers through his hair as he groans into your mouth and holds onto the small of your back
your other hand trails down and squeezes at his crotch, and he moans into your mouth at the feeling, hips bucking into your hand
you smile into his mouth and pull away and drop down to your knees, winking up at him as you lean in close to his crotch
you mouth at him through the fabric, running your tongue along the outline of his straining cock, and his hand flies down to grip at your hair as you lick him through the fabric
he pants into the air and leans his head back to rest against the door as you thoroughly wet the fabric of his pants with your spit
his hips jerk into your face, and you get the idea to start undoing the buckles to release him from his bottoms
his cock springs out from his underwear insistently, tip red and flushed as pre-cum drools from the slit and drips down the length
you lick your lips and use your hand to spread the pre-cum along the shaft, and your other hand comes up to fondle his balls
he groans into the air quietly, trying to keep his noises to a minimum as you slowly pump him in your hand, teasing him with little kitten licks to the tip
finally he growls out at you for more, and you smile up at him and place your lips on his tip, pressing your tongue into the slit before sliding deeper onto him
he groans at the feeling of your wet and warm mouth around his sensitive cock, and you bob your head up and down slowly, using your hand to pump what didn’t fit into your mouth
his head is thrown back as he lets out small pants and grunts into the hair as his slowly goes deeper and deeper into your mouth until your nose hits his pelvis
you focus on breathing through your nose as you stay like that, fingers flexing into his thighs as you try to focus
Bi Han grunts and his hips slightly thrust forward into your throat, causing you to gag and your throat to tighten around his tip
he can’t help it as he holds onto your head and starts fucking into yout mouth, using you as a toy as he chases his high
tears run down your face and your fingers dip into his hips, but you let him use you as he pleases
the sounds of your wet mouth around him and the sight of small tears dripping down the side of your face is enough to send Bi Han over the edge
he grunts and buries himself deep inside of you as he cums down your throat
you struggle to swallow it all, but when he slips out of your mouth, you stick your tongue out and show how you’ve drinken it all
he rubs your cheek with his thumb lovingly, chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath and his focus
he drags you back up and kisses you deeply, grunting at the taste of him still in your mouth, and he turns you around so that your back slams into the door
he kisses your neck, sucking a hickey high into the skin and trailing kisses down your neck until he sinks down on his own knees
he tugs at your bottoms and tells you that it’s time to return the favor
neither of you return to training for a while
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୨ PINKY PROMISE ୧
Summary: Y/n finally confronts her abusive dad, leading to a massive argument, where she leaves the house.
Warnings: Angst, daddy issues, violence, cussing.
Notes: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry about any mistake!
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Im on the living room couch since my dad left the house. My eyes blink slowly, struggling to stay open. I see on my phone, 2AM. The big yellow light only makes me drowsier at each second that goes by. As soon as my eyes close, I hear the door opening, automatically getting my attention.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I watch the old man walking through the living room with a bottle of beer in his hand. The familiar smell of alcohol fills the room. He looks in my direction, his eyes narrowing as they land on me. “What the hell are you doing still up?" He asks with a tone of accusation.
I hesitate before answering, finding the right words. “I.. I was just waiting for you, dad.” I reply. The tension in the room is big.
"Waiting for me? More like waiting to nag me, you little brat." He scoffs as he walks over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting another alcoholic drink.
I feel the rage burning inside me, but I push it down, knowing it will only make things worse. “I was worried about you” I say, my voice trembling slightly. “You were gone for hours, and..”
But before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off with a bit of a laugh. “You are just like your mother, always putting your nose where you are not called” He takes another swig from the bottle. I put my phone in my pocket. I start getting up, maybe going to bed was actually the best idea, but it looks like he still has things to say. “You're the last person who should be worried about me, little bitch.”
All his words just remind me of how much I hate him. Since my mom died, nothing has been the same. He started getting into alcohol, drinking every day. I have bruises from all the times he had ever hit me. I hate when he mentions my mom, like he didn’t even loved her. I turn myself to him. “It’s not my fault you go out to drink like a fucking addicted, just because you can’t stand the idea of mom not being here anymore!” I say. “And I shouldn’t be worried?!”
“You are just like her” He looks at me with disgusted eyes. “Always running your mouth, just like your goddamn mother.” He gets closer, his breath hitting my face. “If she was here, she would be embarrassed of having you as a daughter, just like I am.” He pauses. “You are just a mistake. I wish I had used a condom that night. No one can fucking stand you.”
I shake my head. “That’s not true.” I try to convince myself. Some tears running down my face, I just can’t avoid them. I feel more and more angry.
He simply keeps talking. “And let me tell you,“ He points an accusing finger at me. “That shitty boyfriend of yours? He’s just with you out of pity.”
“You don’t know what you are talking about. You don’t know him, dad.” My breath gets heavier.
“He’s just using you, like everyone around you, piece of shit. You will see, as soon as he finds someone bett-“
Suddenly, before he could finish talking, I push him away from me, making him lose balance, almost getting him on the floor. “Stop! Just shut the fuck up already! Leave me the fuck alone!” I scream, tears blur my vision.
But my father’s rage only seems to intensify. He doesn’t give up. He comes back, his hand connects with my cheek, slapping me across the face, leaving a red mark. For some moments, I froze. “I hate you!” I yell "I hate being here! I hate every moment spent under this roof with you!"
“Ungrateful brat! That’s all you are!” He affirms, louder than me.
“I hate the way you treat me, the way you talk to me, the way you make me feel like I'm worthless! I’m out of here!” I use the same tone as him, but this time sobbing. And with that, I start walking towards the front door, I open it.
“Sure! get the fuck out of my house! And I don’t wanna see your ass back here when you realize the shit you’ve made!” He tells me. I take one last look at him before shutting the door.
I start crying uncontrollably as I walk through the dark streets. I don’t even have where to go, I just wanna get out of this place. The only thing I can think of is Chris. I need him. He’s the only one who will understand me.
The panic just builds up as I walk the fastest I can to his house. Each step that I take doesn’t feel real. How the fuck is this actually happening. After an eternity, I finally reach his house. I ring on the doorbell, nothing. It just makes me cry more and more. I ring again, still nothing. Until I finally see the door opening. His eyes half closed, shirtless only with his pajama pants on. He blinks in confusion.
“Y/n? What’s.. What’s wrong? What are you doing here?” He asks with his husky voice.
“Chris.. Im sorry.. I..” I try to speak but the words catch in my throat, I’m only able to cry. He pulls me into a hug, my head buries on the crook of his neck as I keep breaking down. He holds me tightly, as I cling to him, my tears soaking his bare skin.
He kisses the top of my head a few times “Shh it’s okay..” He whispers. “You don’t gotta say anything right now, I just need you to breathe, love. I’ve got you..” We stay like this for some moments, until I calm down a bit.
He pulls me back from the hug, making me look at him. “Why don’t you come in so we can talk better, huh?” He questions me calmly. Chris leads me to his room, always holding my hand. As we get there, he closes the door behind us.
“Let me get you something more comfortable to wear” He looks on his wardrobe. As soon as he finds it, he hands me an oversized hoodie and some fluffy pajama pants. Once I'm settled into the cozy clothes, my boyfriend guides me to his bed. We lay down, my head on his chest as a pillow. He strokes my hair gently. “I hate seeing you like this.. Do you talk about what happened?”
I sniff. “It’s just.. Everything with my dad..” My voice shakes as I talk. I start tearing up once again. ”We argued again, but this time.. I said I wasn’t coming back there, but I don’t even have anywhere to go..” I go back to crying.
“Listen to me, you do. You have me, you are staying here for how long you need to. I’m sorry I didn’t got you out of that house earlier.” He rubs my back.
I sigh. I look up at him with my watery eyes. “Can I make you a question?” I whisper.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Do you ever.. Do you ever regret being with me? Do you ever wish you were with someone else?”
Chris's brows furrow with concern as he looks into my tear-filled eyes. “Hey, hey, hey.. Why are you asking me that?”
“I don’t know.. My dad is always telling me how you are going to leave me and.. I.. I don’t know..” I say insecure.
Chris cups my face with his hands. “Y/n listen to me, those are just lies. Im not going to leave you and I don’t regret being with you, I love you.”
“Do you promise me?” He wipes away my tears with his thumb.
He extends his pinky finger towards me. “Wanna make a pinky promise?” His sentence makes me chuckle a bit, like a little kid. Slowly, I reach out and intertwine my pinky finger with his. “I promise that I will always be here for you, Y/n.” He smiles. “Now can you promise me that you will never doubt about it?”
“I promise Chris.” He gives me a soft peck on my lips.
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omg this end was so shitty
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Comfort, Purrs, and Whiskey
(also can be read on AO3)
“Fuck!”
Angel slams the door shut behind him as he storms into the hotel.
Fucking Val. Fucking Val.
There’s a loud crash as Angel kicks over a side table in the lobby of the hotel. He feels a flash of guilt for a moment, but Niffty will clean it up later. Then he feels another wave of guilt but brushes it off as he continues towards his destination.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Really, Angel!?” Of course, Vaggie is there. She’s always there when Angel needs a moment of fucking peace.
Angel flips her off as he stomps his way over to the bar. “Fuck off. I had a bad day.”
“You always have a bad day.” Vaggie appears beside him as he stands in front of the empty bar, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side. If he wasn’t aware of her former life as an exorcist angel, he’d almost wonder where her attitude came from.
Where the hell is Husk? He wonders, ignoring Vaggie as she tears into him about the table. The exact words are lost on him.
“Don’t take it out on the hotel. That’s not fair to Charlie. And you don’t want to piss off Alastor.”
Angel doesn’t even respond and instead reaches across the counter to grab the bottle of whiskey he knows Husk keeps there just for him. “I ain’t scared of Alastor. Sorry about the table. I’ll be in my room.”
“Angel, wait—” Vaggie doesn’t get to finish as Angel walks off down the hallway, taking a swig straight from the bottle.
The door to his room is already slightly ajar when he gets there, and Angel wonders if he forgot to close it on his way out. But when he pushes the door open, he finds Husk asleep on the bed, Fat Nuggets curled up at his feet.
Angel can’t help a small smile at the scene. He quickly strips down to his underwear and takes several more swigs of the whiskey before plopping into the chair at his desk.
“Mm—Angel?” Husk is suddenly sitting up, stifling a yawn as he seeks out Angel. “Sorry. Must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Whiskers.” Angel waves him off. “Val kept me late again, anyway.”
Husk’s eyes narrow, as if he could pick up on the stress Angel was trying so hard to hide. “What did that fucker do this time?”
“Nothing. Just the same shit he always does.”
Angel knows Husk isn’t buying it.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Nope.” Angel pops the ‘p’ in the word as he swirls the liquor in the bottle, watching the amber liquid spin until he makes a mini whirlpool in the bottle.
“Okay.”
Several minutes tick by in silence, and now it’s Angel’s turn to stifle a yawn. He’s gotten about a quarter of the way through the bottle of whiskey and is feeling a pleasant buzz, enough that the horrors of the workday are starting to ebb away.
“Come here.” Husk finally says, and Angel goes to him like a sailor to a siren.
Angel crawls under the covers, accidentally kicking Fat Nuggets in the process.
“Sorry, buddy!” he gasps, but Fat Nuggets licks his cheek. Angel takes that as a sign he’s forgiven and kisses his pet on his head before settling back in with Husk.
Just as Angel closes his eyes, he feels a familiar vibration, making the stress of the day melt away bit by bit. Somehow, no matter how awful his day is, Husk’s purrs always manage to calm him down.
“Thanks, Whiskers.” Angel smiles into the fur of Husk’s head as he drifts off to sleep.
“Anytime.”
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Imagine being a new first year who’s super anxious and cute
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You watched from behind a street sign, legs shaking and tears already forming. How were you supposed to introduce yourself when you were this nervous!?!
The tallest one which you assumed was your teacher stood arms crossed and casually leaning on a pole while the three students in uniform were eagerly looking around. Well two of them were, the dark haired boy looked bored actually.
“Geez I hate it when people are late, so annoying” the girl complained.
Ah crap, you’re already making bad impressions and you haven’t even met them!!
Ok ok come one, don’t be scared. You’re here for a reason. Ok deep breath.
With shaky steps you finally emerged, crossed the street and waved shyly towards the group.
You finally caught their attention and they all turned towards you.
“H-hi, s-sorry I’m late! My names y/n l/n! It’s n-nice to m-meet e-everyone!” You bowed deeply, cheeks on fire.
Meanwhile Yuji and Nobara froze.
Oh crap did you say something weird?
Hesitantly you raised your head.
“Omg she’s like a pudding cup!!”
“She is she is!”
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“Um..” You blushed even harder and hid a little under your scarf.
“Just ignore them, they’re always like this… names Megumi Fushiguro”
“Ah, nice to meet you…”
“And I’m your teacher, satoru gojo! Welcome to Jujutsu high!”
You relaxed a bit at his welcoming demeanor.
“Thank you, I look forward to working with everyone.”
“Ahhh too cute too cute!!!” The girl started hugging you.
“Ah p-please stop!”
“Sorry but I just can’t help it! Wait… your the new first year??”
You were nervous all over again, “um y-yes” ugh were they already disappointed?
“But you’re….” Too sweet looking to hurt a fly let alone a curse… is what they wanted to say.
“I wouldn’t underestimate her just quite yet” Gojo smirked.
“She is a special grade sorcerer after all…”
“What!?!?”
“No way!?!?”
“Seriously…”
“I-I’m really not a-all that g-great” you were practically a tomato now.
“Prove it!” The girl pointed a finger at you.
“Huh?”
“Prove it! Show us what you can do.”
“U-Um, but we’re in public…”
“Oh leave that to me” suddenly your world shifted and you were somewhere else entirely. Somewhere dark and filled with negative energy, within a millisecond you sensed a curse above you.
The three others gasped and were getting into position to do something when your instinct already kicked in. You reached up and let out a large crackling blast of energy that enveloped the curse completely while also disintegrating it.
You mentally scanned for any other curses in the area and snapped your neck to the side zeroing in on a bush and then up in a tree. You lifted your finger like a gun and shot two tinier blasts but with extreme precision. You heard a shriek and muffled groan then felt the presences disappear.
Another scan confirmed that all the curses were taken care of.
Wait… did you just-
“Ah crap I did it again!!! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to show off or anything I just felt the curses and got carried away!!” You were bowing and apologizing profusely to the group that was frozen in awe. Gojo just smirked with his arms crossed.
“Well class, still think she can’t handle it?”
“No fair! I wanna have a finger gun!”
“What about that spirit bomb thing you just did, you gotta teach me that!!”
“Guys calm down…”
“U-um um um!!” Ahhhhhh too much attention!!!
You bolted in the other direction.
“H-hey come back!”
“Sorry we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!”
“See what you idiots did” megumi frowned.
“Don’t worry she’ll be back” Gojo smiled in amusement. This school year was sure going to be interesting…
-what everyone saw-
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No Name Part.21
Sorry took so much time writer's block and lazyness is such a pain.
The school isn’t bad, actually it’s pretty great. I met Romero, a classmate and became fast friends; he is such a drama queen and he is so funny. He made the adaptation to the new school easier, almost seamless if it wasn’t for the uniform, which is still really bothersome. Mama got a photo I don’t know how, she said I was the cutest which is okay when you are a four years old child, not when you are sixteen. I miss Mama, but I can’t say it out loud, it would make Mama sad and I don’t wanna make Alexia feel bad; she has been great since I’ve been living with her, she took time away from her family to be with me and to make me discover Barcelona. We decorated my room together, painted the walls, had a paint fight, it was so cool. After we finished my room she looked at my suitcase that I hadn't unpacked yet, she didn’t say anything but I felt comfortable so I knew it wouldn’t take me long before I unpack. She took me to a men’s team game. It was amazing the atmosphere, everything, some people recognized her but not a lot. 
This weekend though we are gonna meet her family, she is supposed to come get me in a few minutes and this week the season is finally beginning. The team was away for preseason, I have a different schedule because of school but I am excited and terrified for both meetings. Alexia and her family are really close, I thought Mamà and her family were close but Alexia’s family is on another level altogether. I really want them to like me, with Mama and Alexia’s … situationship in the long term they will probably be my family too. Thinking about it kind of makes my head hurt and I wanna crawl in bed and never get out. Damn I want the presentation to be done already so I would stop stressing.
-Miss Fuentes, your guardian is here.
-Hm.
-Nemo! I felt a sharp pain in my side and turned sharply to Romero glaring at him. They just called you over. He pointed to the door of the study room where one of the supervisors was waiting, looking at me expectantly.
-Oh! Thank you Rom! I scrambled up and grabbed my stuff. See you Monday!
-See you, don’t do something I wouldn’t.
-That leaves me with a whole lot of things I can do, right ? I tease him back.
I smile almost deviously at me and wave me off.
In the hallway, I see Alexia on the phone waiting for us, well me technically since the supervisor had to take care of a scruff we stumbled upon in the corridor. I approach and she smiles at me still on the phone. She grabs one of my bags and we leave towards her car.
- Sí mamá, entiendo que quieras conocerla, sólo está un poco nerviosa y es comprensible. 
After a silence on this side of the conversation, where Alexia kept nodding her head, she looked at me for a minute while opening the car, and finally sealed my fate.
-Vale, vale, tú ganas, recogemos a Alba por el camino y pasamos la noche en casa con el mini futbolista. Jo també t'estimo, adéu. She turned her face to me and laughed. Nemo, I promise my mom won’t eat you, I can’t say for Alba she can be weird, she adds with a teasing smile. I punched her shoulder trying to hide my smile. Last weekend at Alexia’s she had talked to me about her sister that she obviously loved a lot and loved to tease even more. In France, Clément used to say to Sandra, when Marin, Olivia and I we’d fight each other, qui aime bien châtie bien. I still miss them a lot, we had contact now, Jenni gave me Marin number’s before I went to Barcelona, Oli didn’t have one because she was too young, but she had invited herself on Marin and I phone’s call. 
-Wanna talk about it ? 
I looked at Alexia who glanced at me while driving through the city.
-You made a face after I talked about Alba. I was waiting for you to talk but I realize it might not be due to Alba, so wanna talk about it ?
-You know I was adopted by my Mamà a few months ago, three actually almost four. I was wiggling my fingers in my laps looking at them and I failed to notice Alexia’s surprised face and her concern after. But before that I have been living in another house, they were really nice and already adopted two kids, Marin and Olivia. They became my siblings, Marin and I were closer in age but he was still older than me; We had the same experience of foster families and we hit it off right away, he is… was my protector, my best-friend, my confident, my cheer-leader and more importantly he was my brother. Olivia was still a toddler when Clément and Sandra took her in, she doesn’t really remember before them, but she was so solar and always happy and came in my room to bother me that I couldn’t help but love that little bundle of joy. I miss them.
Alexia had stopped the car while I was talking and brought me in a hug over the console. 
-Nemo, her voice sounded a bit clipped. What happened to this housen why did you have to leave ?
-Clément and Sandra, they died in a car crash, have stopped all adoption process. I love my Mamà. If they were still here I think she’d still be someone important in my life. But maybe I wouldn’t be here with you and would still be in Paris. It’s life I suppose. Sometimes I feel bad because I feel like I am replacing them. Plus I have a cousin Leire, she makes me think of Olivia, maybe when she grows up Oli will be like her. And I feel bad that I love Leire.
-Nemo. Look at me. Good, your Clément and Sandra they would want you to be happy, and the place you have for people in your heart, it’s exponential. The place they had will never be taken by someone ever again, they carve themselves in us. When my dad died I had that crushing pain in my heart, Mamà and Alba were there and I couldn’t shut down they helped me a lot during those difficult times, along the way the pain is still here but when I found along the way people who helped and took mentorship over me, guided me at some point I asked myself the same question. But they can never replace him. My uncle took a bigger part in Alba and I lives to support us the way dad used to where her could but he has the space I leave him take, I don’t feel bad for loving him and I am grateful for his help. You understand ? I feel like I didn’t make that much sense.
-No, it was good. I understand.
-Okay come here nena. She pulled me in another hug and kissed the top of my head. Now let’s call Alba. So we can go to Mamà. She pulled her phone out. Behind her the car door suddenly opened and a woman with long brown hair entered the car. She looked a lot like Alexia. It was crazy.
-Mucho gusto Nemo, I am Alba the better Putellas. She grinned at me.
I have a weird feeling of deja vu.
-Mucho gusto.
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tojiswallet · 3 days
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satosugu breakup
Satoru: “huh?”
Yaga: “Don’t make me repeat myself..Suguru killed everyone in the village, and..”
Satoru: “I heard you the first time. That’s why I said huh to what you said.”
Yaga: “Suguru’s old home was already an empty husk as well..though, from the blood stains and residuals he most likely killed his parents.”
Satoru: “Like hell he did!”
Yaga: “Satoru..calm down, i don’t understand what's going on either.”
To Shoko and Suguru.
Shoko was looking for a lighter for her cigarette.
Suguru: “Hey, need a light?”
Suguru: “Hi.”
Shoko: “If it isn’t the criminal. Trolling girls who smoke?”
Suguru: “Just testing my luck i guess..”
Shoko: “Mhmm, well I'll go ahead and ask. Any chance the charges are fake?”
Suguru: “Nope, unfortunately not.”
Shoko: “Then I’ll ask another question. Why?”
Suguru: “To create a world of only jujutsu sorcerers”
Shoko laughed.
Shoko: “Don’t joke around, please.”
Suguru: “I’m actually not joking, i’m not holding out hope everyone will understand what i’m trying to do.”
Shoko pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Satoru.
Shoko: “You’re sulking over the idea that no one will understand you? That sounds pretty childish to me.”
Satoru had answered.
Shoko: “Hey, Gojo? I found Geto.”
Satoru had said something, She agreed.
Shoko: “Yeah. Shinjuku.”
Once more Satoru had said something to her.
Shoko: “No way, I don't wanna get killed.”
Now Satoru has found Suguru, confronting him.
Satoru: “Suguru. Explain yourself.”
Suguru had stopped walking and replied to what Satoru had asked.
Suguru: “You already heard it from Shoko, that’s all there is to it, Satoru.”
Satoru: “So you’re just going to kill every non sorcerer, and your parents?!”
Suguru: “I can’t allow my parents to be a special exception. Besides, I don't consider those people my family anymore.
Satoru: “That’s not what I was asking you. I thought we weren’t allowed to kill if there was no point to it!”
Suguru: “There is a point and a cause, and significance too.”
Satoru: “No there’s not! You’re really going to kill all non jujutsu sorcerers now?! You know that's impossible! There’s no point in chipping away at something you can’t possibly achieve!”
Suguru: “You’re so arrogant.”
Satoru: “Huh?!”
Suguru: “You can do it yourself Satoru, couldn’t you? Yet you would try to convince someone else that it’s impossible to do something, which is possible for you.”
Suguru fully turned around and faced Satoru.
Suguru: “Do you think you’re the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo, or are you Satoru Gojo because you’re the strongest?”
Satoru: “Just what are you trying to say?”
Suguru: “If i were able to become you for a moment, this foolish idea would become a lot more grounded and real, don’t you think? I’ve made my decision, now It's just the matter of doing the best I can to achieve it.
Satoru had put his hand up for an attack, only to realize he would never be able to kill his best friend.
Suguru: “If you want to kill me then kill me, there would be a point to that.”
Forward to Yaga and Satoru.
Yaga: “Why didn’t you pursue him?”
Satoru: “Are you actually asking me that?”
Yaga: “No, it’s fine. It was a stupid question.”
Satoru: “Yaga, you think that I'm strong?”
Yaga: “Yeah, brazenly so.”
Satoru: “Yeah, but. Apparently being strong isn’t enough. The only ones that I can save are those already waiting to be saved by someone.”
Fast forward all the way to the time Satoru had said his final words to Suguru before killing him.
Suguru: “You’re late again as usual. Satoru to think you’d be the one here at my end, are you going to make sure my family is safe?”
Satoru: “Every last one of them managed to escape to safety. The ones in Kyoto, they were under your command?”
Suguru: “Yes, they all were. I’m a kind person, unlike you Satoru. You sent those two assuming that i’d defeat them didn’t you? To set Okkotsu off.”
Satoru: “I trusted you’d be yourself, trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn’t kill off young sorcerers without a reason.”
Suguru: “Tch, you wanna talk about trust?”
Flash backs had started coming back to them.
Suguru: “I didn’t think i had any of that left in me, after everything i’ve been through. Return this for me will you?”
Suguru had thrown Yuta’s student ID to Satoru.
Satoru: “Was the elementary school your doing too?”
Suguru: “It was.”
Satoru: “I can’t believe you.”
He paused for a few seconds
Satoru: “Tell me. Do you have any last words?”
Suguru: “No matter what anyone tells you. I hate those monkeys, but I never held any hatred for those in jujutsu highschool. I just couldn’t hold a heartfelt smile while living in this world.”
Satoru: “Suguru..”
Satoru had walked over to Suguru and sat down, looking at him. He muttered something, which couldn’t be heard by the audience.
Suguru: “The least you could do is hit me with some curses.”
Fast forward to when Satoru gave Yuta his student ID back.
Satoru: “It’s a bit late to tell you, but you weren’t at fault for the incident with Geto. He would’ve attacked Jujutsu Highschool whether you were here or not.”
Yuta: “You think so?”
Satoru had grabbed the ID out of his pocket and handed it towards Yuta
Satoru: “I believe this is yours.”
Yuta: “Oh, my student ID, thanks for finding it for me Gojo!”
Satoru: “No, it wasn’t me. My best friend found it, my only friend really.”
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nevernonline · 2 days
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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.
entry #17; happy trails.  
synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.
𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.
𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt
𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.
𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃
word count: 3.2k
note: a fully written chapter for my baddies. 🖤
masterlist ▸ 016 the part we play. ▸ 018 damage control. (coming soon!)
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Keys are jingling in her face as Joshua stands inches above her head. Smiling down at her still trying to buckle the torture device women call heels. 
"Are we ready yet, princess?" 
Y/n didn't respond with words but a big sigh meaning no. Packing her purse frantically while she runs around the apartment in search of lipstick to match the red of her dress. 
“Y/n, you’ll be fine. I would say trust me but I feel like we're beyond that.”
Running back and forth between rooms she still didn’t know what to say to Joshua, she  decided to let the tensions between the two of them go away for the night as they tackle the bigger fish. 
“Josh. I know. Minghao texted me that he’s going to pretend to be on Mimi’s side. He said we have to be careful. I’m just not sure why.” 
“We’re like seven against one. It will be fine.” 
“Will it? Who knows what she’s capable of, she's very capable of taking all of you down to get to me. She proves it all the time. Maybe I just shouldn’t go. This is stupid even entertaining her.” 
“Do you still care about me and Minnie? Even if you don't, you do care about Minghao. I know for a fact if you don’t show up she will blackmail us forever. I also have a feeling she’ll go for Seokmin somehow, she knows he’s weak. If she can’t take you down, she will definitely take him down.” 
“Then let’s end this once and for all, please.” 
Locking her front door, feeling fire in her gut to take down the girl who had done everything in her power to hurt y/n, she couldn’t help but feel like there was something brewing that she wouldn’t be able to come back from. 
With the air around her full of pressure, she sat in silence in the back of the uber next to a friend who used to be her entire world and now was barely a part of it. 
Something about the ride to Mingyu’s bar felt like it was going to be the last time she saw herself like this, full of anxiety about the days going forward, worried that the other shoe will drop. 
When the two of them finally arrived they were met with an obnoxious banner outside the front door, that the bar was closed for an ‘exclusive’ event. 
Seokmin was standing off to the right, clutching his phone in his hand, looking obviously nervous waiting for y/n to arrive. 
She quickly jumped out of the car with a thank you and ran into his arms, holding onto him for dear life before you went inside. 
“You look beautiful, y/n. Perfect revenge dress.” 
“Thank you for being here to help me.” 
“Where else would I be? Hi, Josh.” 
“Hey, Seok. Where are.. You know.” 
“Out back, they parked Won’s car in the staff lot and are waiting back there.” 
“Okay. Cool. Let them know we’ll give them a signal to come in.” 
Walking through the front door, still sticking Seokmin on her arm. Feeling his physical touch to put y/n at ease following behind Joshua. 
There was a table set up at the front, small bags designed for everyone's phones at coat check, the security guard asked to confiscate everything on them including  their bags. 
Getting a deep wondering look in her eyes, Joshua was asking for permission if it's okay, though she was apprehensive to hand over the items that could be useful for her escape if needed she knew but she also knew she had to do it. 
Seokmin told the guard he just had to send a final message, assuming it was to the nerd back in the parking lot, you just sent him a small smile. 
After hanging over the personal items, the three piece crew, much smaller than normal, were handed numbered masks, assumingly part of Mimi’s plan to know who is who. 
“Guys, please stay close. Okay?” 
“We’re not going to leave you, y/n. We promise. 
“Good.” 
Placing their masks over their eyes, Seokmin in something that looked like a green dragon, Joshua a white jester, and y/n a black sparkly mask with two small horns placed over her eyebrows. 
“I see she still has a sense of humor.” 
“I’m not sure if I think this is very funny, y/n.” 
“Humor keeps me living, Shua.” 
“Clever.” 
Walking through the black velvet curtain, there were swarms of people everywhere, some holding trays with champagne and other clear liquids, a parade of dancers on tables, and some party goers looking at the three of them, trying to suss out who they were. 
“How the fuck are we going to find her in here?” 
Y/n leaned into Seokmin’s ear and whispered the things Minghao had told her before she gave up her phone. 
Minghao was supposedly the only male guest in some type of red mask and knowing Mimi it had something to do with the devil. 
“Guys, I’m going to go grab us some drinks, don’t take anything from anyone if they offer you something. She may have spiked a drink since I’m sure she knows you’ve arrived.” 
Joshua was right, y/n hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Mimi doing something dirty to take her out and make her embarrass herself. 
Y/n pulled Seokmin along to the bathroom that was sitting next to the bar, locking them both inside for a moment to talk before their night. 
“Look. Let’s not drink anything, okay? And we can’t eat either. Joshua reminded me of something from that video of me that Mimi had put out at Minghao’s event. She said she could get us some stuff to have a fun night and to loosen me up more so I could go over to Joshuas and lose my virginity.” 
“She’s so sick. Y/n I'm so sorry.” 
“It’s fine. I just don’t want anything to happen to you, because if i-” 
With a small scream from Seokmin and y/n from a small knock on the door, she just yelled out they’d only be a minute, but the knocking persisted. 
“Y/n? It’s Minnie. Let me in.” 
“Uhh, Seokmin is having a bit of a bathroom emergency. Just one second.” 
“Guys. I know you’re lying, just let me in. I know you don’t want to see me. But, please.” 
Unlocking the door and letting Minnie slide through the crack, you noticed her mask as something to be aware of. It was some sort of bunny with pink crusted jewels all around it. 
“What do you want, Minnie?” 
“Seokmin, just let me talk okay?” 
“Fine.” 
“I know you guys don’t want to see me, I’m sure Joshua explained a little bit of what was going on considering you came with him here willingly. Just know I didn’t do it to hurt you, I did it to save myself. I was being selfish. Mimi knew stuff that I have never told anyone, not even the two of you, she was threatening telling my parents and I couldn’t come back from that, they’d nev-” 
“Minnie? We don’t care right now, why did you want to come in here?” 
“Because, I have an idea.” 
“Which is?” 
“Let me trade places with you tonight. Give me your dress and mask. That way whatever she tries to do to you, it’ll be me instead.” 
“But, our hair is different, they took my bag so I don’t have the matching lipstick for you to wear.” 
“Mingyu is doing work in his office, you can go hide in there with him. I have an overnight bag with some stuff in it that you can put on. I think it’ll be better if we're both not out there.” 
“What about Seokmin? And wouldn’t she be suspicious if you’re not out there?” 
“No. When I came to set up, I told her I wasn’t feeling well and that I wanted to go home early. She doesn’t even know he and I are still here.” 
“How do I know this isn’t part of her plan?” 
“Because I didn’t tell her about your friends waiting for you outside and about you and Minghao being friends still? Other than that you just will have to find it in your gut to believe me even if I betrayed you.” 
“Okay.” 
“Y/n are yo-” 
“Seokmin, I’m sure.” 
“Aright. We’ve been in here too long hurry up and change, Joshua is probably confused.” 
“Follow me to the office, we'll swap there.” 
Minnie led y/n and Seokmin down to the end of the hall holding her eagle eye on the room full of party go-ers looking for Mimi before making a clear getaway into the room Mingyu was held up in. 
Unlocking the key to his office door. Minnie swooped her former best friend into the room where Mingyu was sitting at his desk, airpods in his ears, sipping on a beer. 
“Hey.” 
“Hi, Gyu.” 
“Long time no see, y/n. Seokmin.” 
“We miss you, big dog.” 
“I know, Seoky.” 
“Mingyu, y/n is going to stay in here with you while me and Seokmin go around the party. Okay? Keep her safe.” 
“What about Seokmin?” 
“Why does everyone keep asking about me?” 
“Because, you’re the glue.” 
“Aw, Mingyu.” 
“Guys. Turn around so we can change.” 
“Why it’s not li-”
“Mingyu.” 
Y/n giggled at the interaction between Mingyu and Minnie, still unsure if they’re officially together or not, but she had hoped they were. 
Slipping out of their dresses, y/n changed into Minnie's casual clothes, a pair of grey sweatpants and hoodie as Minnie slid into the red dress that fit like a glove. 
“I have makeup wipes and other stuff in my bag, feel free to use it.” 
“Okay.” 
“Ready, Seok?” 
“I think so, but what about Minghao? And the guys?” 
“I can call them for you, I still have my phone.” 
“But, how will you know when?” 
“Cameras.” 
“Wow, no shit. Okay. Be safe.” 
“Seokmin?” 
“Yeah, y/n?” 
“If you see Minghao.” 
“Don’t worry.” 
As y/n was peeling her makeup off, Minnie and Seokmin slipped back out the door they came in from and back into the party hoping to uncover truths for their friends as she was stuck in an office with her old flame, in secret once again. 
“Want a beer?” 
“Please.” 
Mingyu handed over a glass bottle as he popped the top off swiftly, y/n chugged at the golden liquid hoping it would settle her stomach slightly. 
“Minghao, huh?” 
“What?” 
“You guys, are uh? Dating? Friends?” 
“We’re just friends.” 
“For now.” 
“What?” 
“You like him.” 
“I did. I don’t even know anymore.” 
“You do. You just don’t trust him.” 
“Not fully, no. Not yet. I really only trust Seokmin and the guys. Which is sad.” 
“Not even me?” 
“I’ll be honest, I thought you had something to do with it for a while.” 
“Y/n, come on.” 
“I just wasn’t sure. Joshua told me everything. I know you didn’t. I’m sorry I doubted you I guess.” 
“Do you think if all of this never happened things would’ve been different between us?” 
“Maybe. How are you and Minnie?” 
“The same. I think she has a lot of stuff to work out before anything would ever be able to happen seriously.” 
“Like?” 
“A lot of things she should tell you herself, but I don’t like that she hurt you.” 
“Mingyu, you know-” 
“No. I know. It’s silly I still like you after you made it clear to me your feelings, but I can’t help it. I’m competing with your childhood crush and your knight in shining armor I get-” 
“No. Mingyu.” 
Y/n pointed to the screen, watching Minnie approach who y/n thought was maybe Mimi, watching their interaction carefully. Mimi ran her hand over Minnie's masked face and took Seokmin’s hand in hers, jumping a little bit off the ground. Holding her hands out to show them the work she had put in for y/n's birthday. 
“Do you think she knows?” 
“That it’s not you? Maybe. She is a good liar.” 
“She definitely is.” 
Y/n noticed to their side seated at a table was Minghao, something about his demeanor and watchful stance, plus the hint of the red mask, let her into the detail. 
“That’s Hao.” 
“In the red? Where’s Josh?” 
“To the left. White mask.” 
“What do you think they're talking about?” 
“No clue.” 
Mimi handed Seokmin and Minnie drinks off the tray that were brought over and cheered them on as she went to take her spot on the stage to introduce the DJ for the evening and also thank the guests for coming, a sign the party was officially in full swing. 
Y/n and Mingyu kept watching on as Seokmin and Minnie sipped their drinks, when he suddenly stopped her from putting the cup to her lips and swapped their drinks without letting Mimi onto what he was doing. 
“Do you really think she’d drug your or Minnie, but your drinks?” 
“I do. I told Seokmin to be careful. Joshua was the one actually who told me.” 
“Why do you think she hates you so much?” 
“Because I’m the only person who never put up with her shit.” 
“And you’re the only person who can get what she wants but can't have?” 
“Not true.” 
“It is. She wanted Josh, she got him, but really he wanted you. She got Minghao to fall for you unintentionally even though she had him first and wanted him to do her dirty work by lying. She hates you because you’re everything she isn't. Kind and Honest.” 
“I don’t feel that way. I never tell people what I want. Even Seokmin. I don’t know how to tell people my true and honest feelings. I just skirt around them. I act like I’m okay and I’m not. I’m not okay. I sometimes feel like she’s onto something. Maybe she’s helping me go after things I need.” 
“See.” 
“What?” 
“Even though she’s fucking with your life you have compassion enough to say maybe she’s helping you. You’re a good person, y/n.” 
“Maybe.” 
“Trust me. That’s why I fell in love with you.” 
“Don’t. Mingyu, please. Not now.” 
“I’m sorry.” 
“Don’t be.” 
As the pair was sitting and drinking at Mingyu’s desk, they entirely missed Mimi’s devious actions in spiking the drink that belonged to one of their friends.
“Wait. Why is she on stage?” 
“She’s talking.” 
“Do you have sound on your cameras?”
“Yeah, one second.” 
Mingyu unmuted his laptop and watched as Mimi paraded around the stage. 
“Hello, everyone. I’m Mimi, of course. I know you can’t tell under my mask. But, I’m here to celebrate the birthday girl, y/n. She has been in my life for a long time, we were such good friends as kids. Did you know y/n stole my boyfriend? It’s funny, she’s always doing things people don’t expect. I want to bring her up here tonight to let her tell you her story for herself as she turns another year older. y/n? Can you please come to the stage?” 
Seokmin nudged Minnie who was looking unwell, the girl on his side pretending to be someone she wasn’t slinked onto the stage next to Mimi, clearly inebriated. 
Mimi smirked and handed her the microphone, letting her know it was time for a speech. 
“Uh, Hi. Sorry, I’m not feeling well.” 
The crowd of people they may or may not have known the girl who stepped on the stage wasn’t the girl of honor, y/n and Mingyu watched in disbelief holding eachothers hands without realizing it. 
Minnie fell to her knees which prompted Seokmin and other masked guests including Joshua and Minghao to run to her side as the microphone cracked loudly over the speakers. 
Mingyu tugged tightly on y/n’s hand before she forced him to run out to the girl left on the small stage who had fainted. 
Y/n was sitting and watching everything go down when all of the sudden the lights cut out, following the last bit of light from the computer screen. 
“Y/n?” 
“Hello? Who is it?” 
“Aw, are you scared?” 
“Mimi?” 
“Who else?” 
“What's wrong with Minnie?” 
“Oh she’ll be fine. You should know better than to cross me. Bold of you both to go against what I actually had planned, but she meant well. I can't fault her for that."
“What do you want?” 
Y/n felt Mimi’s presence beside her, her breathing slowing more in the faint black room. 
“You. Well, for you to go away.” 
“If I agree to what you want, will you leave my friends alone?” 
“Yeah. I need you to do something for me first.” 
“What is that?” 
“Lie for me.” 
“Why?” 
A flashlight suddenly lit up the room, illuminating both of the girls' faces, Mimi had a sinister smile on her face. 
“Because you owe me.” 
“What do I need to do? And before I agree you have to promise me all of them will be okay.” 
“I promise.” 
"So?"
“I need you to go, I need you to find somewhere out of the city. I’ll tell your friends the rest. I put a bag in my car out front. It has everything, your phone, your wallet. Just get in and drive. I don’t care where you go, but just know if you show back up or contact them. I’ll find you. I’ll handle everything else.” 
“How do I know I can trust you?” 
“Hm. I’ll give you this.” 
Mimi handed y/n a small pink zip drive hooked onto her key unit. Something for her to hold onto. She took it in the palm of her hand and shoved it inside the pocket of Minnie’s sweats. 
“Can I ask you a favor if I do this?” 
“I guess. What is it?” 
“Take care of Seokmin and Jun. Even if you don’t get too close to them, just make sure they are alright. Everyone else can handle themselves. I just need to know the two of them will be okay.” 
“Yes, y/n. Your bitch boys will be well taken care of.” 
“Okay.” 
Y/n took the keys from the top of Mingyu’s desk, ready to make her exit as the tears welled up in her eyes. 
“Y/n?” 
“What?” 
“Aw, don't cry. I just need you to sign this letter I wrote. So they think it's from you.” 
Y/n took the pen from Mimi, only reading the first few words of the fake letter meant for her friends and signed her name at the bottom. Maybe it wasn’t right, but she knew if she ever got the chance to apologize they’d understand. 
“Actually can I ask you for one more thing before I go, Mimi?” 
“Yep.” 
“Why does it have to be like this?” 
“Well because I know if I don’t force you out I’ll never get what I want. Good luck, y/n. You’ll need it.” 
“Thanks. I guess.” 
Y/n slipped out the back door of Mingyu’s bar for what she thought would be the last time. She took a deep exhale watching her breath follow the wind as she walked to Mimi’s car and slammed the door shut behind her. Finally letting the tears fall from her face before she started it and drove away. 
She made a promise to herself as she left, just minutes until she became a year older. That somehow she’d find her way back, even though she may be picking up the pieces of what she left behind.
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gloryofroses19 · 17 hours
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They Can't Take That Away From Me
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The men and women of Thorpe Abbots base called the hours between 0001 and 0200 the calm before the storm. where the enlisted men, crew and planes were tucked safely in their beds and the airfields were the quietest.  Or they were meant to be, however, if someone were to listen closely, they’d hear the soft murmur of voices trying not to get caught and laughter that can’t be quelled.
Placing her hands in the pockets of her borrowed jacket, [y/n] giggled lightly as her fingers brushed the inner contents. 
“What's got you giggling over there? This is very serious business.” Coming around the side of the plane, Major John Egan stopped in front of Lieutenant [your full name].
“Yes, sneaking onto the airfield and into your plane is very serious business.”  [y/n] agreed in a grave tone before leaning towards the pilot. “However, what I’m wondering is why my missing lipstick is in your pocket. Any comments?” 
“You’re gonna have to wait until Interrogation, ma’am.” Although the light from Bucky's flashlight offered little, [y/n] caught the blush overtaking the brunette's ears. She had lost it last week when they unexpectedly hid under a desk in the Control Tower after sneaking in to watch the stars. Peering at her companion, [y/n] considered when he could have found it. Between returning back from Africa hours ago, going to interrogation, an Upper Brass meeting, dinner, and drinks at the club, there was little if any time for John to return to his billet to retrieve her lipstick…Unless he had it with him the entire trip to Africa. 
“So…the back is open so we can go in there.” The attempt to change topics and refusal to make eye contact, gave [y/n] the confirmation she needed. How sentimental of him, [y/n] mused as her fingers danced along his wrist. Drawing his attention to hers, [y/n] pressed closer to the pilot.  The relationship wasn’t new, they had been an unofficial pair since early on. But the kissing was new and it was too easy to get lost in the feeling of John Egan. Grounding herself by holding onto the lapels of his uniform blazer, she let John kiss her, sweet and raw, until her breath ran out. 
“No,” [y/n] gasped when they finally parted.  “I was promised the full experience”.  
With a final swipe of her finger against his swollen lips, [y/n] attempted to catch her breath. However, she all but lost it again at the look of adoration reflected in John’s eyes. 
He should have known to expect nothing less from her, his girl was always capable and courageous. Placing a kiss to her forehead before wrapping an arm around her shoulders, the pilot led the way to the front hatch. “Alright sweetheart, it’s all yours.” Shooting her a cocky grin, he motioned towards the hatch, “You said you wanted the full experience so here it is.” 
The height difference between them had always been a point of attraction for them both. However, staring at the distance to the front hatch, she knew his attraction was turning into amusement at this very moment. "Need a boost, doll?"
Following multiple attempts, unhelpful laughter, teasing remarks, heated kisses and a risque hand placement on her bottom, the woman found herself inside a dark B17. When John had offered the idea, many missions and compliments ago, it had seemed like a tantalizing idea. An enclosed space with the handsome pilot who basked in her attention, why wouldn’t she want it? But running her fingers over the bullet holes lining the wall of the plane, she felt a shiver run down her spine at her naivety. 
Turning towards the noise, she watched the pilot join her. As a natural showman, John Egan swung himself into the plane with ease and grace.  
“Show off.” [y/n] remarked as the pilot pecked her on the lips. [y/n] didn’t mind the limited space between them. She had already stolen his sheepskin jacket, she wouldn’t mind stealing more from him; body heat or kisses, she wasn’t picky. 
Offering a smirk in reply, John started moving toward the cockpit. “Watch your head, doll.”
Shining the light at his receding backside, [y/n] followed. “I hope you say that to all your men.”
“Only the prettiest ones.”
“It’s a good thing you and Gale don’t copilot then or else I’d be jealous.” The deep rumble of his laughter felt like a nice reprieve to the stagnant darkness in the plane. Since meeting John, [y/n] had always been thankful for the brevity he had offered her, no more than now inside the plane which felt suffocatingly like a tomb. 
“Left or right?” Entering the cockpit, John paused before placing the flashlight on the center console. 
“You always sit on the right.” She answered matter of factly as she brushed past him to take the left seat. 
Following suit, he sat down in his usual seat.  “Yeah, but I’m a gentleman.”  He responded with an air of playful innocence. Though he didn’t feel that way inside, he hoped she didn’t notice it. When he suggested the idea, he wanted to offer another piece of himself to her. She had read the manuals, helped plan missions and sat in the Upper Brass meetings but he wanted her to understand why he flew. Why at one point, it had been something he loved before this damn war took that away along with his men. 
With a hand gently cupping his cheek, John titled his head to the left to kiss the palm holding him with such care. He knew it had been naive to think she would let him get away with the false sense of bravado. She knew, she always knew. 
“How do you do it?” Refusing to meet her eyes, he answered her question hanging in the air, “Wait for me, I mean.” The intimacy of the admission left him feeling raw. Neither of them joined the war effort thinking they’d find love but they did. 
“How does that Billie Holiday song go?” She considered, looking out the window. She knew he considered himself selfish in his love for her. Selfish because she offered him a place to call home amongst all the turbulence of war and in return he left her time and time again with no promise of a safe return. Selfish because he considered himself worthy when he was useful and leaving was never useful. 
Hoping to convey that he gave her so much, and was worth more than use, she spoke in a resolute tone.  “The way your smiles just beams. The way you sing off key. No, no, they can't take that away from me”. 
She watched the smile across his face. Music was his language of love after all. 
Meeting her in the middle, he left a narrow gap between them. One inch closer and he’d be able to steal another kiss. However, he wasn’t so easily bought. “Uh no, no way my girl doesn’t commit.” 
Shooting him a pout, [y/n] knew she had no choice. Gathering her breath, she repeated the lines with as much fervor and commitment she could muster, albeit horridly off key. 
“Ah, that’s my girl!” John beamed before closing the gap between them.  
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OKAY SO. first chapter got an overhaul and i finished the second chapter, so i'm reposting both to. more or less gauge interest? thank you to everyone who's been so nice
Red Vixen Returns! After what appears to have been a two year hiatus, famed cat burglar ‘Red Vixen’ has struck again, this time taking a stab at Overeasy Industries! Newest reports claim that the Phosphoril Rose was stolen last night out of its exhibit at the Museum of Earth Sciences. The CEO of Overeasy Industries has promised that any information that leads to the recovery of the artifact will be rewarded handsomely-
“Turn that off, would you, Vette?”
The television cycled off the news and on to a different news station, then more news, and finally, a gossip tabloid that, again, was covering the news. With a disgruntled hock in her throat, the bartender tossed the remote onto the countertop, unable to escape chippy newscasters with dead eyes and fake cheer. “If you can find any channel not showin’ that, you’re welcome to it.”
The remote spun over the scarred and heavily-lacquered wood. The man at the bar stopped it with the hand not currently holding his glass, tapped the channel buttons a few times, and eventually settled on golf. The tournament lasted for all of fifteen seconds, but then the breaking news bled overtop of it, too. He finally turned the whole system off instead.
“Don’t know what you were expecting, Mars. It’s Overeasy. They’ve bought almost every station we get out here.”
“Mm,” said Mars. “Can’t hurt to try.”
“Awfully hopeful, coming out of you. Careful, someone might just try to steal that off ya.”
Knocking back the remnants of his drink, he set his empty glass an inch over the invisible line on the bartop, begging for a refill. “Welcome to it. Not sure who I lifted it from myself.”
Vette smirked and pulled a pair of dirty bottles from the rack behind her, grey hair tied out of her face with a black leather cord. “Probably the Valentines, if I had to guess. Julio’s always got some to spare.”
“Julio’s full of spare parts. His brother and his sister in law aren’t much better.” Mars waited patiently as Vette offloaded old stock into his cup, then took it back with two fingers. “Dunno why you let your boy run around with ‘em. Gang types, through and through.”
Vette shrugged her shoulders and replaced the liquors to the shelf, sending up a puff of dust as she did. “Who cares where they came from? Keeps him out from underfoot. Better he go knocking over trash cans with them three than the neighborhood boys. At least the Valentines know how to handle a weapon.”
Mars gave his head a slight, acquiescent tilt. “Just thought you’d stay away from cats that reek of a family, that’s all.”
Vette leaned over the bar with one arm, gesturing at the establishment, as much as it could be called that, with the other. “Hey, here at the Dog, everyone’s family as long as they leave their guns at the door. Doesn’t matter who killed who, what corp fucked over the next, anyone that wants a drink or somethin’ to eat can get it. As long as they have the money to pay and don’t spill bad blood within two feet of the doorstep, that is.”
That was true. This dive was the only place that was truly neutral in the entire town. The bartender, her husband and the entire waitstaff looked and acted like they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you, so nobody dared cause any trouble within the doors of the Sighthound. Otherwise called ‘the Dog’, by anyone who had been here more than once. The walls, floors, even the tables were stained with the arguments of generations of enemies who had come together to dine as strained equals, along with a hefty dose of grime. Smoke hung low in the air, mixing with the rank scent of desperation. The opened front door only did so much to clear it out, but hey, if having health insurance was mandatory, why not get your money’s worth and take a deep breath of the carcinogens?
Mars removed his hat to fan it under his nose. He couldn’t smell the ethanol of his drink through this haze. Vette rolled her eyes, made a comment about his failing constitution, and wandered off without waiting for him to bite out a retort. “Sure, sure. Have to be the one born this minute to start anything here. You’d have ‘em cozyin’ up with a colander in a second.”
“Damn right.” Vette turned the television on again, though Mars hadn’t seen her swipe the remote out from under his sleeve. The ‘breaking’ nature of the news bulletin had faded, golf proceeded apace. She pulled a face and started scrolling for anything else. Mars sipped his highball and did not, though tequila rose was not a proper ingredient no matter what old swill Vette was trying to cycle through the inventory tab. “That’s why we say two feet away from the door. Gives us enough time to close it before we start gettin’ stains on the hardwood.”
With a subtle glance behind him, Mars studied the floors. It was hard to tell there was wood under the inch of grit and mud, but he’d take her word for it, as there was nobody else to ask. They were almost alone here. The ‘enforcers’ that were the Valentines were playing babysitter, the owner of the bar was shut up in his office, and who drank at two o’clock on a Tuesday? Other than him, of course.
Vette leaned around him, blue eyes a-blinking as the watery light in the windows grew dark with the shadow of a car. “Oh, that’s gotta be the lunch order. Hold that thought, Capone.”
Him, and the guy that just walked in the door.
“Loooonng gone, sweetheart,” he hummed, in a tone that might have been sing-song if Mars had the capacity for that. Instead it approached something like a half-assed croak, which was good enough for his purposes. It had been a long time since he’d sang anything, and the rust shaking off his vocal cords caught in his throat, making him cough up an ah-hem! to clear it.
The lunch order stranger that wandered in didn’t say anything, which wasn’t unusual. Most patrons of the Sighthound tried not to acknowledge the others, like a gaggle of cats sharing a particularly small bedspread. He wore a plain, unmarked suit, a hat pulled low over his eyes, devoid of any personality. Walking with an economical gait that was silk-smooth and too precise, he went to post up in the corner under the long since faded ‘ORDERS’ sign. Like any good customer who was interested in a lead-free liver, Mars ignored him utterly.
Vette had disappeared into the kitchen to fetch the doggy boxes herself. With the Valentines gone, off to play with Thompson, extra hands were in short supply. No waitress to ferry orders from the back, no pair of whackouts on the stage, doing an absurdist comedy routine or noodling around on an instrument or three. Such was the price to pay, when a small prince took a liking to someone. And in this city, the Vicinatos were royalty.
Well, maybe more like small, local lords, but the sentiment was the same.
Mars rested his head on his fist and circled his finger around the rim of his glass, mouth revolting at the idea of drinking another drop of the wallpaper paste Vette had poured for him. Drinks were half price, as long as he was fine with getting the overstock, or the specialty liquors that nobody wanted past the special occasion they were ordered for. That was how he ended up drinking vile concoctions such as ‘tequila rose’, which sounded nice on the surface until the liquid that poured out of the opaque bottle was pink rather than, oh, any other acceptable tequila color. Clear, for example. It looked like and had the mouth feel of a melted strawberry milkshake mixed with paint.
But, half price. Mars braved the chalky waters again and tried not to taste them. Not having a great sense of smell helped with that. If he added actual chunks of strawberry to it, the drink might not have been half bad. Chilling it would’ve really been a swell idea, too. Vette came out from the kitchen and Mars watched her hand over the towering stack of brown paper boxes to the stranger, who gave her a little nod.
He picked up his glass as she trotted back over, happy to while away the hours with him, as long as he kept drinking garbage. Mars gave it a little wiggle, ignoring the not-water consistency of the liquor. “Shouldn’t this be in the fridge?”
“Why, you gettin’ picky now?” Vette turned, plucked the bottle off the shelf, flicked her reading glasses down over her eyes from atop her tight, fluffy curls. “Hmm… Yeah, refrigerate after opening. You’re right. Guess you’re taking it home with you. Don’t have space back there.”
He did not want to take this home with him. “Whatever I don’t drink, dump it.” Mars rolled his tongue in his mouth, felt a film on it, grimaced. “Scratch that. Dump it now. Not even I’m gonna go back for another round.”
Whistling, Vette rolled her eyes. “You are getting picky! Can’t afford that out here, buddy.”
“I know that.”
“I’m sure you do, Mars.”
Mars leaned back on his barstool. He was going to try for something snide, slick, along the lines of what he might’ve said a decade ago. Instead, he opened his mouth and felt his shoulder get caught and yanked aside. Alarmingly, the chair screeched as it threatened to capsize and dump him out of it. In a scramble, he grabbed the bar and pulled himself upright, nails clawing the layers of varnish off in yellowing spirals. Something crashed wetly behind him, and Mars sank down into his shoulders, ears heating as he peered around to see what had happened.
He’d tipped into the poor guy who was just trying to get his lunch. The stranger ended up eating splinters, laid out flat on the floor, nose to the so-called hardwood. The doggy boxes had gone up in smoke, or rather, a myriad of pastas and sauces. Vette started cursing about her precious hardwood again, how hard the tomato paste was going to be to clean, that it would never come out. Cringing, Mars slid out of his seat, his arm smarting from the impact. The other man was silently stewing in the puddle Mars had accidentally created. His suit was ruined. His meal was ruined. His afternoon was ruined.
If Mars made it out of this without getting punched, it would be a happy day for all. Crouching and feeling his knees pop in protest, he offered the stranger a hand.
“Sorry, pal, I didn’t see ya there. Let me pay for your food, it’s the least I can… Oh.”
Oh.
He’d been right. That guy didn’t move right because he wasn’t a guy. The cold, dead eyes of an automaton peered up at him from under his stiff-brimmed hat. Mars felt something inside of him twist, under all the boozy cream.
“Quit your yakkin’,” he tossed over his shoulder at Vette, who stopped the instant she heard his tone, just as flat and lifeless as the machine. “We’ve got a bot.”
“A bot?” Neck craning to get a better look, Vette popped her lips. “Well shit, so we do.”
Mars helped the automaton back to its feet. It whirred and clicked, head jerking on a neck only made for minor motion. Not one of the especially lifelike ones, then. Its jaw worked but did not open, suggesting a lack of capacity for speech. Or emotion, though it was doing its best to pantomime dull confusion, like a dog seeing a magic trick. Completely at a loss for a situation outside of its programmed, day-to-day operations. At least it didn’t immediately resort to violence, like some of the crasser ones. Its outfit probably cost more than the bot itself, and bots weren’t cheap to begin with.
Most of them possessed basic learning ability and problem-solving skills, so in the interest of fair communication and a hefty dose of belief in miracles, Mars set both of his hands on its shoulders. He spoke slowly, clearly, enunciating his words so they would be easy to parse for a language model that was caught in the stone age.
“I’m going to pay for your meal,” he told it, indicating the splattered boxes all over everything in a five foot radius. Including him, he’d gotten ala vodka all over his slacks when he kneeled down in it to get the robot up. “Your bosses’ meal. Whoever’s it is. Where is he at.”
It stared at him blankly, the words stringing together into a sentence, then being fed into whatever neural networking it had. One piece of information, one command, two things that weren’t relevant to it. After a moment of processing, fake eyelids making a soft tik sound as they moved on an interval, it raised an arm to point straight outside. Mars nodded and released the bot. “Thanks.”
He turned to make good on his promise, but Vette rapped her knuckles on the bar to get his attention. “Don’t,” she hissed when Mars looked back. “You don’t want anything to do with what’s out there.”
“Why?” Came the question. He looked to the door again, trying to pick up what had spooked her through the small sliver of natural light it provided. There was a simple black limousine, idling in the street, and… That was all. Mysterious black limos were essentially part of the biodiversity in Tos Vardens. As natural as a pigeon, and just as plentiful. Nothing to be afraid of, most of the time. Mars arched an eyebrow. “Just another car, Vette. And the bot isn’t all that nice. Sorry,” he apologized to the bot.
The bot, incapable of feeling offended, did nothing.
“Why?” Vette repeated angrily. “Because I’ve got a bad feeling about this one. The whole setup reeks of a corp, Capone. Just send the bot back out there. I’ll refund the bill and call the number they used to order, tell them the kitchen’s overworked. Hopefully they’ll just go away.”
Pulling his lapels to secure his overcoat, Mars retrieved his hat from where it had been set on the countertop. “Yeah, well, maybe you can just sit by, Vette, but I’ve got enough morals left to fix my fuck-ups.”
He ignored her scathing, worried stare burning a hole into his shoulders as he ambled to the exit, pausing just outside the square of dim light where the pale sun shone in. “‘s what I’ve been trying to do for the last ten years, anyway.”
Then he set his trillby back on his head and braved the world outside, off-putting black limousines and all.
Emerging from the lusterless, muted world of the Sighthound, the outside seemed like a flashbang being fed directly to him on a mirrored plate. Mars squinted. This was why he tried to stay inside during the daytime. Even through the perpetual cloud cover, the sunlight still hurt his eyes. People smarter than him claimed it used to be brighter, that it wasn’t meant to be so dull. In his opinion, it was still plenty bright enough. He wasn’t sure how he spent days at a time in the great outdoors in his youth. He’d been out here a scant few seconds, and already craved the comforts of his barstool.
Tos Vardens was an old town, even by today’s standards. A monorail rattled in the distance, the scaffolding that held up the tracks curving over buildings of dubious habitability. Everything here was covered in a fine layer of age and silt, reflecting its citizens. The mayor eight years ago had tried to start an initiative to clean up the town, then run off with the donations and tax money collected for the job. 
Nobody had been too put out by it. Or shocked.
The mayor in power now at least pretended not to be corrupt, but his grift was more well-hidden than most. It wasn’t cynicism or nihilism to say so, merely experience and enough time spent in reality. Everyone in Tos Vardens used whatever power they had to grab for more, an ouroborus of taken advantages and burned bridges. Made the tourism push more laughable than most, unless a guided tour of brick squares passed for sightseeing in the current climate. Mars wouldn’t know. He hadn’t left the city since he’d moved in.
The engine of the black limousine gave a short cough. Mars rubbed his nose with his hand, hunched his shoulders, and walked towards it. Slowly though, presenting himself as non-threateningly as possible, keeping his fingers well away from his pockets much as they wanted to jump in. People in this town tended to be tetchy, quick with their triggers, and he’d like to buy himself at least a minute before whoever was inside capped him for the audacity of being alive too close to them.
Unsurprisingly, the car had black-tinted windows, too thick and dark to see through. That proved Vette’s theory that it was a corp car. Most common folk couldn’t afford bulletproof glass, but Mars could pick out the layers of laminate sandwiched between the vinyl in the frame. Mars leaned down, hands on protesting knees, and knocked his knuckle against the window, twice.
“Hey, pal, I kinda knocked into your bot and spilled your food. Real sorry. I’m gonna pay for it, but you might have to wait a while for the order to get remade.”
Nothing. No movement from inside the car. Mars could see his reflection in it, and he hoped the circles under his eyes weren’t really that dark, though it wouldn’t improve much if they weren’t. At one point, he might have been roguishly handsome. Nowadays, he needed a shave and a solid night’s sleep. Maybe several. Couldn’t hurt. The only thing that stood out about him were his eyes, flat chips of amber that were wasted on a guy like him. A girl deserved those.
The car remained silent. Mars shifted his weight on his ankles, not quite anxious, and too disinterested to be unnerved, but decidedly uncomfortable. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Uh… Hello? You hear me? I said I was sorry-”
The window began to lower, with a soft, mechanical chirring sound. Mars wasn’t quite sure what he expected when it got to the bottom-
But a pistol in his face was woefully high on the list.
His heart jammed up into his throat, but was promptly snuffed out by the tequila and too much experience with this kind of thing. The gun was nicely made, well cared for and shimmering in the light. Pearl handled and connected to a slender arm, covered in a silk glove and linked to a woman who wasn’t even looking at him. A corp, forever shackled to the phone in her hand. The driver was another bot, who’s lack of attention was less insulting.
Right. Mars used the back of his pointer finger to push the barrel aside, not roughly, telegraphing his intent even if its owner wasn’t paying him any heed. “Rude,” he said, without thinking. “I’m tryin’ to do the right thing here, lady, so couldja put that away so we can talk like adults?”
The redhead in the passenger seat blinked. Unaccustomed to that tactic not immediately sending an annoyance screaming for their lives, she looked up. She was pretty, in a vintage way, like she’d strut straight off a theater screen and into this car. A cigarette stick was clutched in her pinkie, under the phone, and her hair was streaked with gray. Her eyes were so pale as to be transparent, only blue at the right angle. Black lipstick, red eyeshadow, the very picture of a woman who had better places to be and better things to be doing. 
For a moment, she just… Stared at him. Mars wondered if she was a bot, too, one of those nicer ones that were almost impossible to pick out as inhuman, but eventually her mouth split into a grin that wouldn’t have been out of place on a shark.
“Why, do my eyes deceive me, or is that Mars Capone?”
He barely swallowed the grimace, but he couldn’t stop the tightness forming around his mouth and eyes before it took root. “Ma’am, your food?”
The woman let the gun swing downwards, the muzzle now pointing away from where it had been aimed somewhere soft. “It is you! What’s a man of your renown doing out in this backwater?”
He would not call the fifth largest city on the continent a backwater. Mars did not say so out loud, though. “I’m doing nothing and I am no one. I’m going back inside now, ma’am. Sorry to bother you.”
“Oh, no, no! We have so much to talk about. Stay.”
The hair stood up on the back of his neck as he caught movement glinting in the silver of her pistol. His body swept sideways without conscious thought, and the robot that had followed him outside stumbled clumsily into the space he’d been occupying not a moment ago, arms lancing through empty space. Finding it had grabbed nothing, it stood upright, head pivoting to face him. The woman in the car had the grace to look mildly abashed.
Mars put his hands into his pockets, arching one eyebrow. It would’ve been sarcastic if he wasn’t so fed up.
“Okay,” he said dryly. “Does it involve me getting into the back of that limo and going to a secondary location? Because I’ve got a drink inside I’d like to get back to.”
Subtly, he flicked his head at the bar’s windows. Both an indicator of destination, and a signal to Vette to put her own weapon down before things got complicated. She’d break the two foot rule for him, but he’d handled himself into this mess. He could handle himself out.
Waving her hands, the woman snapped her fingers and shook her head. The robot, dutifully, opened the door of the backseat and clambered inside. “No, no, Mister Capone. Sorry, old habits,” she offered with a sly grin. “You’ve nothing to fear from me. In fact, I’d like to help you.”
This day kept getting weirder. First a cream based tequila, then an all-channels news bulletin, and now this. “Corps don’t help anybody,” he stated flatly. Mars stayed where he was, a nice five feet down the pavement. The robot shut the car behind it. 
The woman puffed her cigarette stick, blew a smoke ring out of the window and laid her arm over the edge. “Who says I’m a corp?” She asked innocently. “You know what they say about making assumptions.”
“You know what they say about ducks.”
She laughed. If he didn’t think she was dangerous before, which he did, now she definitely was. A laugh like that, so charming and musical, was practiced. Deadly as any piece of iron, and infinitely more versatile. Mars would not be moving any closer. Pouting, the woman beckoned to him with a single finger, like she was reeling in a fish.
“Come on now, don’t play hard to get. Give me your ear for two minutes, and I’ll forget all about the little bill. You can’t be doing too hot in the cash department, Mister Capone. Not after you cut your wings.”
Mouth writhing into a deeper frown, Mars flared his coat back and put his hands into his slacks pockets. She had him there, his wallet was light on a good month, and as of late, a good month was a distant memory. At the same time, he didn’t like how much she knew about him already, and how well she was twisting it against him. He weighed his options. 
“Fine,” he conceded. “Two minutes. And I’m counting.”
He approached again, though kept the edge of his overcoat well out of grabbing range. The woman smirked, eyes knowing under the red eyeshadow. Mars still saw a glimmer of teeth under her lips, barely contained. “Good man.”
“Minute forty five.”
“Buzzkill.”
“Minute forty.”
Sighing, the woman placed her gun into the passenger door and ran her fingers through her hair. Even mid-rumple, it was styled in just the right way to flip effortlessly over her forehead, voluminous and beautiful. Even if she wasn’t tied up in a corporation, she had enough money to buy the Dog outright eight times over. “Oh, Mister Capone, would it kill you to lighten up a little? Don’t answer that.”
Mars swallowed the sardonic comment he’d had perched on his tongue. She rolled her eyes and took another drag, blatantly wasting time she should’ve spent on her pitch. “Thank you,” she continued. “Now, I’m certain you’ve heard the news today? I will be quite amazed if you haven't!"
Her tone was indulgent, breezy, voice smoke-damaged as to be low, but not yet rough and grating. Mars gave her a stiff nod, already afraid of where this was going. “I heard. Phosphoril Rose stolen right out of its case by the Red Vixen. Classic robbery for them. Nothin’ new.”
“Excellent! I want you to find them.”
What. “What.”
“The Rose, Mister Capone. And the thief both! A man of your skills could-”
“No.”
Mars stepped away from the vehicle. Mid-speech, the woman in the car paused, mouth open, looking up at the sunroof. She glanced to him, a small smile playing out over her features that did not reach her eyes. “You didn’t let me finish,” she cooed.
“No need, ma’am. I’m out of that game for good.”
“Aha, Mister Capone,” she began, but he didn’t give her time to continue to wheedle him. He turned away. “You’re making a grave mistake, Mister Capone!”
“Answer won’t change no matter how much capital you put up, lady. Mars Capone is firmly retired. Go ask someone else.”
Grumbling, and quite accustomed to getting her way, the woman in the car called after him again. “At least take my card? You’ll need to know where to route the payment for my meal, as that was not two minutes, and I paid with an encrypted account.”
It had been a minute and fifty seconds, but Mars could play the petty game with the best of them, so he slid around on his heel and marched back. It was quite impressive, really. The smug, triumphant expression she wore managed to ignite an emotion he didn’t know he could still feel: rage, incandescent and sparking. It was muffled, years of a stone-cold front didn’t melt off so quickly, but it was something. 
The woman held out the card between two fingers. It was glossy, white and black, professional and understated. He plucked it out, stuck it in his hatband with an appropriate amount of force, and spun back to head for the door of the Dog. 
She was laughing behind him, even as the car started to pull away from the curb, gravel crunching beneath the tires. “I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you, Mister Capone!” She sang, leaving behind a small pile of ashes from her burned out cigarette to mark her passing.
Leave it to a corp to wrangle his heart out of the box it was put in, only to mash it into a quivering, angry paste. Mars hunched his shoulders in and removed the card from his hat, infinitely curious at to what it said. He just wasn’t willing to give that woman the win she’d take from seeing it As she’d now left… He took a peek a the card, the identity of his would-be benefactor.
ELODIE FAUX
COO OVEREASY INDSUTRIES
ROUTING NUMBER 61524
Mars tilted his head up to the sky. While he’d been getting his chain yanked by the most powerful woman in the country, the sun had pulled the blanket of clouds over itself and hid. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, said the only word he could think of.
“Fuck.”
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Floyd now understands the true reason behind his kidnapping and the fraud…. Velvet just wants her brother cured. Floyd can’t help that some is pulling the strings…. Lying to her.
Today was the day of the concert.
Velvet and Veneer were to use some prototype made by Crimp for this night…. Floyd wasn’t looking forward to it. As he sat there in the small, enclosed diamond he couldn’t stop but think what he learned a couple of weeks ago…. Veneer was sick.
This is the reason why Velvet was doing it… why she was so desperate… she didn’t want to loose her brother. What Floyd couldn’t get out of his head, is who in the world told them about Trolls? Who gave them that idea?…. His thoughts were cut short as her the sounds of a small stifled cry.
Floyd turned to see Velvet sitting on her vanity…. She was fully dressed already…tears coming down her face. He had been witnessing along with her that Veneer was slowly declining…
She didn’t know what else to do… somehow the Troll wasn’t helping… Veneer looked thinner…His voice softer… Velvet was slowly seeing her brother whither away to this stupid sickness. She had done everything they said, everything they asked for… yet there were still no answers…. Veneer still wasn’t better… were they lying to her?
“….Velvet…” Floyd said softly. He could see Velvet glance at him with anger in her eyes through her vanity.
“What Troll!” She demanded… she quickly wiped her tears away and resumed her usual demeanor. Floyd really had to choose his words carefully…
“…. Maybe there’s a way we Trolls could help your brother… without really sucking our talent or anything like that.” He said. This caught her attention… she was silent…. She was listening.
“Maybe where I’m from or any Troll for that matter, we could find a cure? There’s so much out there Velvet, I could help you. I hate seeing Veneer decline just as much as you do.” He admitted. There was silence between them for a few moments….
“I can’t….. I can’t risk it.” She finally said.
“Risk what?” Floyd asked.
“Loosing all this.” She replied.
“Velvet there’s more to life than luxury and-“ She cut him off.
“No! You don’t get it! If they see Veneer can’t keep his end… if he can’t keep up, they’ll remove him! They’ll take him away from me!” She said. A terrified look filled her eyes…She glanced at Floyd…Velvet bit her lip…. She had said too much.
“Who? Velvet, who is threatening you guys?!” Before Floyd could get any response, Veneer walked out the bathroom fully dressed.
“… I look stupid.” He said in a monotone voice, disapproval in his eyes. Again in the flip of a switch Velvet adapted her usual attitude.
“Oh shut up you look fine. Let’s kill this show!” She said. Veneer looked himself over in the mirror, he began to feel less and less himself… Floyd saw this… something slowly started to change in Velvet. She then started slowly changing her brother.
“Remember, everyone wants to be you. You’re the star, not them!” She lifted Floyd off from where he stood. She took a few spritz before placing him inside Veneers chest piece. Veneer was hesitant… he knew this was wrong, but he also knew that he couldn’t let his sister down…. She knew what was best for him….right?
“…ya okay. Let’s do this!” He finally said.
The crowd cheered and screamed as the lights dimmed.
“WHATS UP MOUNT RAGEOUS!” Velvet screamed into the mic. The crowd roared with excitement as Velvet and Veneer took center stage.
“WHOSE READY TO LIVE IT UP TONIGHT!” She screamed again. A burst of energy through the crowd. Floyd could make out all the young faces; waiting for anticipation for the idols to take the stage. He glanced sideways at Veneer….
…..He had a distant look in his eyes…. Floyd could feel him swaying back and forth…
“Veneer?” He said. The young Mount Rageoun glanced at him…. Blood began to trickle down his nose.
“Oh gosh! Veneer!” Floyd exclaimed banging on the diamond.
“I’m fine.” Veneer said wiping the blood away. Floyd desperately tried getting Velvets attention by calling her name, banging on the glass. “I’m fine.” Veneer said again.
The lights started to become a blur to him… the sound of Velvet and the crowd grow slow and muffled…. Blood came down his nose again…he could see Velvet turn to look at him… horror in her eyes… he didn’t know what she said….his eyes then rolled behind his head… he fainted right there on the stage….
“Veneer!” Velvets scream echoed across the arena.
… the crowd gasped and grew silent.
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