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raainberry · 9 months

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Record and Rewind - II

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fem!idol x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - while on one of your many solo adventures, your signature scent unexpectedly draws in the love of your life to you

word count - 2.2K words

TW - Light Cussing (censored)

A/N - Decided I’d make this into a series, I’m having too much fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who read part.1, I really appreciate it and I hope you like it. Also, the perfume in question in this story is heavily inspired by Wakeheart perfumes, check them out. They discontinued the perfumes, but they make nice candles now.

“Do you carry your own perfume around often?”

The woman asked as you came back from the igloo, bottle in hand and the piece of paper in the other.

“Always. You never know.” You simply answered, taking the place you occupied earlier.

“If you ever get asked about it?” She guessed, searching for your eyes as you motioned for her to give you her wrist.

“Exactly.” You smiled.

Not to her, but to yourself.

Or at least that’s what it looked like. Either way, she had caught it, and the sight pleased her enough for her to do the same.

“Is this the first time someone asked you for a sample?” She wondered as you sprayed her skin with the fragrance that had pulled her to you.

“The third.” You answered simply yet again before diverting the attention away from you and to the sample. “So what do you think?”

The woman chuckled, almost amused by your bluntness.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?” She pointed out, glancing at your hands as they folded a piece of paper around.

“Not really.” You affirmed, staring at the ground after a soft chuckle slipped past your lips.

“What a shame. Your voice is really nice.” She said truthfully.

She usually wasn’t a fan of deep voices, but the tone of your voice simply sounded pretty to her ears. The way you were so calm and took your time with your words, it seemed to act as a softener. It was almost calming if her heart wouldn’t pick up the pace in anticipation of said words.

“Thank you.” You said, a shy smile making its way to your lips before you continued, against her expectations. “Better than yours?”

You’d think she’d be surprised by either your comment or the fact that you flirted back despite your attention seemingly being elsewhere—if not by both.

Well, she was.

Everyone has a way with words—whether it be bad or excellent, or fighting somewhere around average— and while your words were scarce… your level was starting to manifest in the better half of the scale, to the woman’s delight.

She was loving it.

“Could be. All I’m gonna say is I’m glad we’re not co-workers.” She joked, unknowingly leaving the person beside her confused.

You had no clue as to what she was possibly referring to, but you didn’t want to ruin whatever was going on.

As ironic as it sounds, you knew when to shut up.

So you simply went with the flow, as you’ve done all your life, and spoke what was certainly the most words she’d heard you say at once so far.

“Then would it be okay for me to address you by name?”

Her eyes snapped up, and her breath caught in her throat when they actually met your gaze.

Seemed like you had let go of the fiddling for further effect.

The quiet ones, she thought. Always all or nothing.

It worked wonderfully.

“You’d have to talk to me a bit more.”

You smiled. You liked a bit of challenge.

“What do you want to know?” You complied, making her smile.

“What did you put in your perfume?” She asked, curious.

“Vanilla, coffee blossom, almond and pink pepper.” You revealed with a smile.

The woman raised her eyebrows at the last ingredient.

It was surprising, but after the last couple exchanges? Its presence made perfect sense. This whole confection made perfect sense, no wonder you considered it as your signature scent.

She brought her wrist to her nose, identifying each of the notes you’d mentioned.

“Have you named it?” She asked.

“The fragrance?” You said and she nodded, humming.

“Conscience Conversations.”

The woman smiled, “Very pretty. Any meaning behind it?”

You shrugged, your gaze now becoming evasive. “Just… the connection to your inner voice.”

“That’s what inspired it?” She guessed, trying to keep your focus on her, and you nodded. “How?”

She sure was curious.

Usually, this was the part where you would tap out of the conversations your perfume usually issued, as it touched on something quite dear to you.

This time though, you didn’t feel that urge to run away. Instead, you felt somewhat happy to open up, although still feeling shy.

Judging on your conversation so far, she seemed like she’d appreciate what you had to say on a deeper level than simply “discovering the secret” behind your choice of scent.

So you tried to put your work into words.

“I just think it’s important to stay in touch with our conscience, our inner voice while going through life, and self-discovery.” You explained, your eyes and focus having returned to the piece of paper in your hands. “This scent is just my way to not only stay in touch with mine, but for the one of those around me to get an idea too.”

Well, it certainly was speaking to her, unlike someone else…

That d*** piece of paper. It was going so well…

Never had she thought she would ever feel jealous of such a ridiculous thing. Yet there she was, glaring at your hands as frustration built up in the back of her mind.

The front was too busy figuring this stranger out.

“What’s your consience telling you right now?” She tried to get your attention back.

Let’s try speaking your language, she thought.

It startled her.

For what?

At that point she wasn’t even sure what she was seeking anymore.

All these wonders she kept voicing out… They seemed to be caught up in between far too complicated feelings for someone she’d met a mere moment ago.

All she wanted at first was your perfume. Now it was as though she was looking for answers to questions she hadn’t even asked.

Your muted gaze, along with the power your few words could hold triggered a part of her she never knew about. One that felt too curious for her own sanity.

She was slowly losing her mind every time it was your turn to speak.

Just like now.

You stayed silent as she looked for your eyes once more, daring you to answer as if she knew exactly what you were thinking.

You would think they were any help with how much she looked for them, but as much as she found them attractive, that was about all she could get out of them.

“Are you going to listen to it?” She spoke up after a while.

If you’d lost interest, her question seemed to have gotten it back despite your defying silence.

You finally looked at her again, that grin of yours making a long awaited appearance.

“I already have.”

She nearly whined in frustration.

How were you so secretive yet so open at the same time?

She could feel the tension building despite your seemingly careless attitude. Or was it within herself? Was she going crazy?

So many questions left unanswered, yet her mind remained after one thing and one thing only.

She couldn’t name it for the life of her, yet she could bet her life that it would feel liberating to discover what it was; more than anything else at that moment.

“What do you mean you already have?”

You took a breath in, glancing back down at your hands to place one last neat fold before finally giving her all your attention.

Now that she had gotten what she wanted, she didn’t really know what to do. She felt hypnotised, unable to look away in fear of you taking it all back.

She almost couldn’t handle it.

“I like to think our inner voice expresses our deepest desires.” Your started, and her mind held onto your words to keep her from fainting out of frustration. She knew by now that she’d get the answers to her questions. She just desperately wished she didn’t have to concentrate so hard to get them.

“Giving into them or not is what builds us as a person. My best memories come from listening to it. Not questioning it.”

The woman’s eyebrows had never been so furrowed, her mind experiencing levels of confusion she had never even approached prior to that night.

Not because of your words.

No.

It was because of the piece of paper you handed her once you’d gotten them all out.

The same one she had been envying for the past few minutes.

It was a rose. A paper rose. A really well done one.

An origami, she chuckled mentally. You were making an origami this whole time.

For her.

It all suddenly made her feel a bit stupid. Feeling jealous over something that inherently was about her… It definitely was in the top ten of the most ridiculous moments of her life.

She would probably feel embarrassed if the urge to ask another question didn’t overpower the feeling.

“What kind of memories?” She managed to get out, completely ignoring the last of your words as her eyes found yours again.

You let out a soft chuckle, “Is that what you want to find out?”

This time, she was the one to stay silent.

Her gaze dropped to the origami sitting on your palm.

She wondered, finally taking it into her own.

What does it mean?

She met your gaze once more.

That faint, innocent smile tugged on your lips again. She could feel it taunting her, but even that wasn’t enough to distract her.

A small, yet freezing breeze softly carried a few strands of your hair along as it brushed past the two of you.

The sudden cold sent shivers across your bodies, the feeling jolting you awake and preventing you from getting lost in the other’s eyes.

She was thankful for it, as she refused to break the contact, desperately searching for the answer you seemed to hide from her.

“Just give in.”

You were temptation itself.

She could feel what she was looking for.

It was within reach.

“Or would your conscience only be at ease knowing my name first?”

She felt her eyes slip down to your lips.

Finally.

So why the sigh in defeat?

“I can’t.”

Your faint smile turned into a true grin.

Quite the sight to see in her opinion. She would have appreciated it far more if she wasn’t feeling so… dazed?

“As you wish.” You accepted.

She scoffed at how little this all seemed to affect you.

“You’re something else.” She mumbled.

That only made you laugh, further proving her point.

“I hear that a lot.” You shrugged. “Mostly from my mom.”

She couldn’t help but laugh with you. At least it ended on a lighter note.

Otherwise she didn’t know if she could have handled processing the emotional weight she’d just experienced in such a short amount of time.

“I’m not even gonna follow up on that.” She said.

“It’s nothing crazy, but it is a smart choice.” You shrugged. “A bit of mystery never hurt.”

“You have too much, that’s the problem. I still don’t know your name!” She vented.

“I don’t know yours either and I asked first.” You argued, causing her to bite her lip as she took a second to rewind your conversation.

That’s when she realised you might have no idea who she was after all…

“Right.” She admitted. “My name is idol!name.”

You smiled.

It’s a pretty name, you thought.

“I’m Y/N.” You revealed, making her smile.

“It’s a pretty name.” She complimented.

“Thank you.” You smiled back, a bit shy.

The sight surprised her more than it amused her this time.

It was quite the contrast to what she had just witnessed to say the least…

It was almost endearing.

“Well, it was nice meeting you.” You said, breaking the small silence that had settled as she briefly studied your features.

“What, that’s it?” She asked, a bit taken aback by your words, and quite frankly, a bit offended by the fist bump you were offering. “You’re not even going to try to keep in touch?”

“What?”

You hesitantly brought your hand back down to your side, confused.

Oh, how the tables had turned.

She sent you a warm smile, which was quickly contrasted by her words.

“I know I said I can’t, but I didn’t say I didn’t want to…” She trailed off. “Can I have your number?”

You smiled at her question.

“You already have it.”

Cue the roles reversing yet again.

She squinted her eyes at you in confusion, and you nodded to the flower in her hand.

Her gaze dropped down to look at it, studying it before noticing the numbers in black ink on the flat base.

Her jaw dropped. Not to the ground, but enough to make you laugh and the sound made her look back up at you.

“Your friends aren’t very slick, but tell them I say thank you. If it weren’t for them I probably wouldn’t have noticed you staring.” You explained.

She was speechless. A blushing mess as a familiar flutter made itself known in her chest, all while feeling embarrassed about her and her friends’ behavior over dinner.

However, that didn’t compare to how mindblown she was. The whole time she thought she was making the first move. Fighting for your attention when she had it before she even spoke to you…

“Wait, here.”

Your voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she watched as you grabbed the bottle from your pocket, spraying the paper flower with your perfume.

“Since you seem to like it so much.” You smiled, a hint of shyness adorning your crinkled eyes.

She could only stare at you, still struggling to even think properly, and only managing to process your words.

She had to fight for them just minutes ago, and now you just kept throwing them at her, somehow swaying her everytime.

“You don’t have to use my number. Just think of this as me giving you what you wanted when you came to me.” You said, not wanting her to feel any pressure.

As much as you enjoyed it, yourself was a bit stunned by this encounter. It would probably take you days to recover.

You liked to imagine it was the same for her.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just give me the bottle?” She finally spoke up, and you laughed.

“Sure. But it wouldn’t be as cute. Do you want it though?” You asked, handing it to her, but she shook her head, gently pushing it down.

“I think I’ll stick to the classic and use your number. Seeing you might last me longer than the bottle.”

#sana x reader #twice x reader #kpop x reader #sana imagines #twice sana #twice imagines #sana twice #twice

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blackstarmylove · 10 months

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After a Long Day (Word Game)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Rindou x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Rindou with fem!mc. Tired, comfort, home-date(?). (Sfw)

A/N: Hope you like it. :3

Word Count: 720

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Before you went to sleep last night, you had a feeling feeling the next day was not going to be good. As it turned out, your instincts were correct. First off, your alarm clock didn't sound off when it should have. Then, you had to decide between looking appropriate for work or eating breakfast, so you chose the former. You then found out that the elevator malfunctioned, and you had no choice but to take the stairs down fifteen floors. At this point, your makeup was already smudging. To top this all off, your car refused to start, so you had to take a cab—which unfortunately did not come with working air conditioning. By the time you reached work, you were completely drenched in sweat.

It didn't stop there. The project you were assigned to was due today, but two of your co-workers didn't finish their part and pinned the blame on you. Your boss called you into the office and gave you a long lecture before threatening to demote you. You didn't get a lunch break either. Amidst the chaos, Rindou called you to check in, and you had to lie to him that you were doing okay. By the end of the day, all you wanted to do was go home, curl on the bed, and cry yourself to sleep.

"Finally," you kicked open the front door to your apartment and dragged your feet in. Not caring about making a mess, you dropped your handbag and workbag on the floor but froze when the sweet smell of freshly made cookies tickled your nose. "Cookies?"

"Are you hungry?" An equally sweet voice called from the kitchen.

"Rindou?" You squealed in surprise. How did you not notice your boyfriend standing in the kitchen? Maybe you were even more exhausted than you realized. "What are you doing here?"

He forced a smile, the corners of his mouth barely turning upwards. His worried eyes scanned her face as you walked closer to him. "When I called to ask how your day was, you sounded tired," he spoke softly, his words hushed and careful as if they were made of glass. He watched as your expression changed ever so slightly before returning to its neutral position.

So, he figured you were lying to him. Feeling guilty, you sighed, "Rindou, I'm so-"

"It's okay. I know you didn't want me to worry. Go freshen up. Everything will be ready by the time you are out," he smiled warmly.

"Y-Yeah." You nodded and quickly headed to your bathroom to find a bath drawn for you with your favorite scented candles decorating the area around the tub. On the edge of the tub was a note with a box of bath-bombs, "Enjoy your bath but don't take too long. Otherwise, dinner will get cold."

"Oh, Rindou..."

Once you were ready, you walked out of your room and were hit with the familiar delicious aroma of food from your favorite restaurant. Was this a date?

Rindou pulled back one of the dining table chairs and motioned you to sit down. "Shall we eat, my dear princess?"

As you enjoyed the food, you told him about your day, and he quietly listened. "I can't thank you enough for this Rindou. I would have cried myself to sleep if it weren't for you."

"You are a strong woman, and I'm proud of you for making it through the day," he softly said.

You stared at him for a moment before whispering, "Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone like you."

His shoulders tensed while his cheeks slowly turned red. "I...am lucky to have you in my life."

As you giggled at his words, your eyes fell on the clock on the wall behind him. "Hey, today is...wait, Rindou. Don't you have work today? You're going to be late!"

"I won't," he smiled. "I asked Sinju to cover my shift today."

"Why?" You gasped.

"I could tell you weren't having a good day and didn't want you to be alone."

Lucky was an understatement to describe how you felt. You managed to find a man who not only understood you but also wanted to do what he can to keep you happy. Not to mention, he was handsome and talented. You were floating on cloud nine.

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ex0rin · 2 years

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i'm intrigued and delighted by literally everything on your WIP list but i have GOT to ask about the TFATWS 420 fic. also Sex worker WinterBones - god yes please and thank .... uh uh also Marc/Rumlow. now i feel like i'm ordering off a menu. i'll leave you alone. (i might come back for seconds 😉)

I love you a lot, ask about as many as you'd like 😘

420 was specifically for the WinterBaron tag hitting 420 fics but then we went SO FAR PAST THAT so quickly that it was never finished:

TFATWS 420 Zemo chuckles quietly under his breath; he pushes himself up onto his toes and reaches behind the tin of Turkish delight to grab another, smaller jar.

“Ah, there it is.” he says, pulling the container down and setting it on the counter, “I am honestly surprised that Oeznik had not found this already.”

“What’ve you got?” Sam questions, stepping across the large apartment to lean against the marble island and watch as Zemo unscrews the top off of the jar - the strong, pungent scent of pot wafts up as soon as the airtight lid is removed and Sam scoffs, “You can’t be serious.”

“If I only have a few more hours of freedom, I should live them to the fullest.”

Bucky laughs from the sofa, “He’s got a point.”

Sex Worker WinterBones Hilariously I never actually started this one. I have an incredible prompt from @5ummit saved in my drafts but there's no actual fic in there whoops

Also, honestly I love this and I should REALLY finish it:

Marc/Rumlow “Been a while since we fought together.” the other man continues, the left corner of his mouth is already curved up into a smirk as Marc slowly turns to meet him face to face - the man looks nothing like what it used to, burned and melted into a sliding candle wax mess of scars but those hard and calculating amber eyes still make Marc’s shoulders straighten.

“Rumlow.” Marc says with a frown - he doesn’t bring his hands back down, very aware of the doorman and the third mercenary who are still behind him, watching and listening to their conversation, “Heard you were dead.” he comments, only letting himself smile when Rumlow huffs out a laugh, “Not here for me, are you?”

“Could ask the same of you kid,” Rumlow starts and Marc catches the way the other man’s eyes track to the mirror behind the counter - he’s just familiar enough with Rumlow’s habits to guess that Rumlow is keeping a close watch on the other men in the room, “but no, you’re not the soldier I was expecting.”

“Never am.”

Thanks ❤️ List of WIPs here

#cara writes #@sparklingbinjuice #asked and answered #ask game

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georgiasbloom · 9 months

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so i’m newly into the brands bodycology & tree hut and i wanted to share WHAT IVE FOUND!

i went to walmart on monday and saw these bad boys just laying about on the shelves. i go to walmart fairly often. it’s not my most favourite place, i actually really dislike walmart, but i go specifically to look at the music & games section, dolls & toys section, and this perfume section

and let me tell you…

i nearly lost my damn mind

the cozy fireside s’more fragrance mist is a grail of mine and was at the tippy top of my wishlist. i figured it might drop soon as i had scrolled through the brand’s social media and saw old posts from other years during the cold season. i didn’t expect to see this scent anytime soon, though, as it’s still summer (and i didn’t even know if it would even return) (despite the fact i commented on their instagram a couple times asking) (they never replied)

SO YOU CAN IMAGINE THE 😱 FACE I WAS MAKING WHEN I SAW THIS SCENT

now it may just be the body wash but IDC! I WANTED THE ENTIRE COZY FIRESIDE SMORES COLLECTION and this is where i am now 1/3 done with that collection

back to acknowledging the first pic

winter vanilla and feelin’ flannel seem to be entirely new scents. like, i can’t find any posts or content about them anywhere (except a recently posted youtube short of the feelin’ flannel scent)

so am i just??? one of the first to see these scents??? winter vanilla is EVERYTHING! i love it so much! feelin’ flannel is oddly fruity whereas i’d expect a more pine scent for it (i mean, cmon, there’s pinecones on the bottle) but also maybe pine is included in the scent and i’m just crazy

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SO TODAY!

i went to another walmart and saw the soaps again, cool cool cool. AND THEN I SAW THESE

i didn’t know there’d be candles?!?! i’d never even seen a cozy fireside s’more candle in old content of this scent. so is the candle a new addition to the s’mores collection?

i will say, tho, i don’t know if i like the candles. whenever i smell them, they’re just not strong. plus they’re pretty tiny. idk if they’re worth the price. i considered getting the s’mores one because i DO like candles and have been wanting to start a candle collection. and like. this is a top fav scent from the bodycology brand. but, upon brief research and just my own perspective, it seems like these candles just aren’t worth it. like it’d be better to invest in yankee candles.

i might still get it though, idk. i want a s’mores collection.

i did ask a worker if the cozy fireside s’mores fragrance mist specifically was on shelves yet. i didn’t wanna be one of those people who are like “blah blah blah is it in the back?” but the worker was completely understanding and super sweet. she said according to the system, they should be out on shelves rn. but she acknowledged the fact that i was previously digging around the shelves and looking in the back but couldn’t find anything. she said if it’s not out rn, then the system could just be lying. but there’s supposedly going to be a shipment on the 4th of september. so i’ll just keep my eyes peeled until then!

#new collection and interest time #i can’t stop thinking about this #i’m so happy to finally own part of the cozy fireside s’mores collection #i grinned and stared at the soap for a good minute or two in the shower #i paired it with a newly bought vanilla scent after my shower today #i needed vanilla in my collection anyways #but i got it mostly to match with the s’mores soap while i wait for the perfume to drop #WINTER VANILLA IS A NEW COMFORT FAV #i want the perfume tho #bodycology

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 11 months

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Revenant (Hirudo 2)

taglist: @cerasus--flores

tw: Illness, Death.

Avignon, France, May 3rd, 1348.

The streets filled with the stench of the dead, dirty and desolate. A plague of biblical proportions ravaged the commune, laying waste to its people. A punishment for the sins of humanity. Sins that did not apply to him. The man that walked the streets with the dead of night, unafraid of the pestilence that scared even the great Clement VI.

The sick and the dying reached for their God, but he had long since abandoned them. A most unfortunate display. But he was not here for them, as much as he wished he could be. He could not save them all. He was here for the work of a supposed empiric. A false doctor lauding miracle cures for extra money.

He had a particular hatred for miracle workers.

Red eyes glowed in the dark of the night as he stood outside of the house of his target. Death. He smelled death. But buried beneath the stench of death lay something else. As he approached the house, growing closer, the smell did too. Lavender. The sweet scent of lavender, a flower commonly used by the plague doctors to stave off the plague.

“Please…” A woman grabbed at his overcoat, tugging on the black fabric. The man paused, looking down at her. “Help me..” She begged and he wished that he could. The man bent down, taking her hands in his gloved ones, careful of the boils on her skin. She didn’t have much time left, he could smell it on her.

And so his mark could wait.

He’d get to him eventually.

He sat with her, her hands in his, listening to her pained breathing as the sickness attacked her systems. “I am so sorry, my dear.” He whispered as her grip on him loosened. He gently crossed her arms over her chest, reaching out and closing her eyes with the touch of a feather. “You are free from sin, this is not what your God would have asked for.” He signed the cross over her.

Quietly he stood, turning back towards the house. It was well into the evening, but candles flickered through the glass of the basement window. The man spared one last glance at the woman before he headed towards the house. He was surprised to find the home so easy to enter, but he wasn’t going to knock it as he stepped inside.

The stench of death grew stronger, but it was fresh, misplaced. The man crept down the stairs, his eyes allowing him to see in the darkness of the house. Coughing reached his ears as he got to the bottom of the stairs, turning down the hallway he followed the pitiful coughs until he reached the end of the hallway.

An open door, a man slouched at a desk, a mask affixed to his face, parchment and texts spread out before him. The man narrowed his eyes, sharp red gaze piercing through him without his knowledge. Slowly the man approached, careful not to make himself heard. As luck would have it, the man coughed again, turning to cough away from his texts despite the beak-like mask.

“Who are you?!” He stumbled out of his chair, the wooden chair falling onto the ground as he backed away from the man with red eyes. But the man momentarily paid the empiric no mind, eyes sweeping over the recently inked research hastily jotted down on the parchments. His eyes narrowed, pale lips pulling into a frown.

Research on a disease that caused frequent childhood sickness.

The man wasn’t an empiric. But a doctor.

His intel had been wrong.

The man suddenly collapsed and red eyes widened in mild surprise. He coughed again, reaching up with shaky hands to undo the mask filled with herbs. It had done nothing to protect him from the sickness. From God’s wrath. And something told him the red eyed stranger would be unaffected himself. Sweaty blond hair fell around his face, blue eyes tired and dulling.

“Alee Destan. Who are you?”

“Doctor..” He coughed, blood staining his lips as he dropped his mask onto the ground beside him. Alee quickly knelt down in front of him, moving the mask out of the way. “Doctor Eudes.. Brissett.. Please.. Make sure my research finds capable hands.” The man reached out, his own gloved hand finding Alee’s. “It is all I ask, that someone continue what I have started.”

Miracle workers, he hated them.

For one turned him into what he became.

A cure for a disease that caused frequent childhood sickness.

“You can continue your own research.” Alee offered, his fangs visible in the candlelight of the basement as he spoke. His red eyes glinted and yet the doctor did not find himself afraid, but rather, intrigued by the beast. “You will lay loyalty to me, but you will have freedom and eternal life.” Eudes’ grip on his hand tightened.

His sharp smile sent shivers down the doctor’s spine but he nodded nonetheless, weakly shaking the beast’s hand. “This will hurt. And it will taste awful for me.” Alee yanked Eudes’ hand, pulling him forward, the beast’s free hand catching between his shoulder blades. In a swift motion, Alee bit down on the doctor’s neck.

It was a toxin, injectable by choice. One that would infect faster than the pestilence could, that would kill off all of the doctor’s human systems, and reawaken some of them all while creating new ones. An illness of its own right, but one that granted near immortality. The doctor slumped in his grip as the toxin overtook his system. His heart stopped, Alee could hear the moment it did.

Alee gently set him against the wall, wiping the tainted blood from his lips onto his black overcoat. Disgusting. The beast stood, turning away to spit more of the disgusting blood onto the ground. He couldn’t stand the taste. While he waited, he picked up the chair, sitting it upright in front of the desk he then sat down.

The research, the symptoms, the causes. It all read so familiar to him. He carefully looked through the research, reading what he could in the shorthand of the doctor. “What.. What are you?” The broken voice asked, hoarse and pained from beside him on the ground. Alee lifted his head, setting the parchment down.

“They just call me monster. Though I’ve also heard revenant.. Demon.. And vampir from the Germans. Vampire. I am a creature who feeds on the essence of the living, no matter.” Alee halfheartedly waved his hand and stood up. “Gather your things, Eudes. Only bring what you need. People like us, we must always be moving.”

“Why?”

His smile was sharp, fangs still stained in slight red with the doctor’s own blood. “Humans do not take kindly to monsters. I would loathe if you ended up staked into a box.” He held out a hand to the man. Once blue eyes now a deep hue of red looked up at him, and the doctor slipped his hand into the vampire’s.

“I’m.. Hungry.”

And he laughed, tugging Eudes in close, he grinned at the much taller and much larger man. A dangerous glint in the master’s eyes. “Only what is necessary. Run along, darling. I will show you how to feed.” And Alee let him go, watched the doctor stumble to collect his research from the table. It had been a long time since he had a companion.

#⋆｡°✩ alee #☾*✲⋆. fates' will #☾*✲⋆. creatio ex chao #༺☆༻ Hirudo

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kmp78 · 1 year

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Some complete RANDOM ANON comes here to claim to be this that and the other and people take it as gospel...??? - So very right Smart Anon. There is so much wrong with this “supposed ex-PA’s” post I don’t know where to start. But first, let me say this:

JL is probably no angel but is a serious performer (like him or not), a hard worker and maybe a perfectionist. He has high standards and expectations which are hard to meet and maybe sometimes don’t get met. He is easily frustrated and impatient with trivial tasks and things that he perceives waste his time. Ok. If that’s who he is, that’s just who he is and everyone just get the f**k over it or get far away from him bc there is no reason then for you to hang around. He is a serious artist who is at times a sweetheart, a goofball or an asshole but surely is not an 24/7 angel. That’s a given. Whatever.

The adjectives, verbs and adverbs posters choose are done so to paint the drama into the picture they want you to see but don’t often represent the actual circumstance, intent or reality of a situation.

Jared is an entertainer like thousands of others around the world (but maybe not just like some unnamed British actor across the pond who this poster uses as their point of reference) JL does NOT live his life in the places and circumstances most of us do and so what is common practice in his world or profession may not be in yours or mine. That however, does not mean it is wrong, bad or cringy.

Ok, to address some of the ridiculous points made in this hypothetical “former PA of some Brit” ??’s post: Firstly, a vast majority of performers of all sorts specify on their contract riders a brand and quantity of water to be available for appearances and performances. (not necessarily the responsibility of the PA but the venue). Some even require a specific temperature. This is not necessarily “picky” when you consider these requests from singers since tepid or specific temp water is very therapeutic maintenance and prep for optimum vocal performance.

The gardenia/vanilla scent is actually a specific candle that JL likes. Many artists prefer their hotel or performance surroundings to be calm and relaxing. Scented candles, disinfectant sprays or aromatic oils are OFTEN requested in contract riders. Get a grip ex-PA and try getting them on Amazon. It’s just not that hard.

JL “demands” tables in restaurants ?(pretty harsh verb there) or maybe he requests, reserves, asks for, requires… All those verbs mean and imply different things and the Anon has NO CLUE what is in his reality. She was not in any restaurant scenario with him and has never worked for JL. People request all kinds or locations of tables all the time. I know I sometimes do and I am no socialite or diva. I just ASK or reserve a table preference in advance when I can. You know, quiet table in the back for romance or privacy, ocean or Mountain View, table outside, on and on. If you were in the public eye; possibly often followed by paps or trying to have a personal life, you would make these requests too.

“They BETTER cook him what he wants…” or what you crazy ex-PA? Or WHAT? You know absolutely nothing about any such incident. JL is a (loose) vegan/pescatarian. He makes his food preferences known as need be as all diners do these days. No drama there now is there? No, not that YOU actually know of.

If JL ever called his PA from Economy Class to First Class to rub his feet on a commercial flight (or otherwise), I will throw myself off the tallest building I can find when you show me receipts of this. Or, you can STFU with that stupid shit right now and don’t imply that is something JL does without an ounce of evidence.

“He had ONE date arrive via a side door (and) they left separately.” Ok. So ?? Actually, if it was one date it was probably many dates that went that way and with good reason as this protects his (and possibly her) private life which is entirely his business and not yours. It is a shame he feels he has to do this but he is in the good company of many, many entertainers who do this same thing to avoid nasty trolls like many here as well as the attention of unwanted Paps.

Then… And, they “ hooked up later at his place or his hotel” - So, which was it, Miss ex-PA so full of non-information? The reality here is that you again have absolutely no real knowledge of this and don’t have a clue so STFU. Personally I hope he does get to enjoy some private dinners and intimate evenings without prying eyes.

As far as clothes and calling/running to design houses for last minute outfit requests/issues including nail polish, THAT IS YOUR F**KING JOB B**TCH. If you don’t get it right, that should be called out until you do. If you don’t want to do it, go work some routine government work-at-home desk job. These performers are supposed to be looking good in the public eye and it is the PA’s job to help them do just that. So, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

As for JL’s relationship with VK, I assume there was one of some sort but I am not here with any facts just like you Miss ex-PA have no facts! But I will say that IMO, if she presented any condition or ultimatum which he did not want to comply with and she theoretically left over a thing as superficial as appearing as his date at a public event as the breaking point for a serious 6-9 year relationship, she must be one shallow #&%£$, and that, Miss ex-PA, is not love. It may have been there in the past but then at that moment it was clearly gone.

Please. Stop presenting questionable second or third hand hearsay and presenting it as the worst professional personality behavior or transgressions. You Miss ex-PA, have no facts, personal knowledge and clearly lack of appreciation for American performers. Try working for J-Lo ,Gaga. Kanye, Christina A. or an endless list of others. Or, better yet, get out of this line of work, away from JL and quit this blog until you can grow a brain, a backbone and stick to facts !

You do realize it was ME ME ME ME ME ME MEEEEEEEEEEEEE who wrote that "Some complete random anon..." part, right? 🙄

Please for the love of god PLEASE TELL ME YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND WHICH COMMENTS ARE MINE AND WHICH ARE NOT??????????????

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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years

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I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

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sukirichi · 3 years

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earned it [02]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. mentions of murder, suggestive content, unedited fic

notes. err, i’m only doing this on impulse. i would like to continue it, but i think part one stands enough for itself :> i might delete this if i don’t like it a few days later lollll

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Your infamous customer hadn’t arrived even as the restaurant closed. You watched close enough, fidgety in your movements and often bumping into other servers, all because your gaze kept darting back to the front door, awaiting his presence.

There’s no actual reason why you want to see him. Maybe it’s because he left an impression? The guy didn’t even budge after finding out someone had snuck into the kitchen to poison him, leaving you to wonder why anyone wanted to kill him. Not that it was any of your business, but you figured it was only common between powerful people who are equally greedy. Still, you’re unfocussed in your work, apologizing every now and then when your boss shook their head at you.

Thankfully, you managed to get back to your old pace. Thoughts of the white-haired tall man left the room at the same time everyone did, leaving only you and your boss in the locker room. You ended up working two shifts again on this weekend, your co-worker asking you to cover for them due to sudden family issues.

It’s tiring, that much is for sure, but you won’t complain when it’s more money down in your pocket. You’re dazzled, however, as you leave the locker room and see that your main chefs are still there.

Upon seeing you, they immediately usher you into a lone table, table 98 that remained untouched the whole night, a two lit candles illuminating the otherwise darkness of the isolated restaurant. Only this time, it’s occupied by him no less, his azure eyes flittering up to yours at the sound of your hesitant footsteps.

You’ve been looking for him the whole night, yet now that he’s in front of you, you don’t have any words to say. Instead, you bow down deep, the hands clasped in your lap shaking.

“S-Sir.”

“No need to be so nervous. I only wish to discuss something with you,” his laugh is so carefree, lighthearted as he gestures to the empty spot across him. “Take a seat,” Wordlessly, you foolow his orders and dash down to the seat, spine straight and head held high. There’s a hint of amusement in his small smile, but he doesn’t tease you, save for the lilting tone he held. “So you’re in sophomore year of university?”

“Yes, Sir. How’d you know?” You furrowed your brows, unsure of whether you’re supposed to expensive meal served in two.

Gosh, and this was on page three too, a single meal cost at least six months’ worth of rent.

“I pulled a string or two,” he lifts one shoulder lazily, waving his knife in the air. “And please, call me Satoru. Assuming we come to an understanding, things will go well for the both of us. You are in need of financial aid, yes?” You nod, utterly clueless in where this is leading, but Satoru’s already made up his mind long before he came here that he found no need in beating around the bush.

“Good. Then what do you say about being my sugar baby?”

“S-sugar baby?” you repeat the word first in confusion, then with distaste. He simply hums around the meat he’s eating, as if it’s a normal occurrence for him to inquire such things, and you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

You don’t care that this guy is your precious customer – he was just the same as everyone else.

“Is that the reason why you asked me to stay behind? Do you think you can just pay people to sleep with you? It may have worked on others, but not to me. I would rather keep my dignity than be with you,” you breathe hard after your rant, slapping your palms down on the table. The impact of it makes the table shake, his hand reflexively reaching to steady his wine glass. “As for what happened yesterday, you don’t have to thank me about it. I did what any right-minded person would.”

“And if I said I never wanted to be saved?” he asks, his tone still so calm that it further infuriates you. You stare at him, stunned and mouth gaping. “Sit down. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Thank you for graciousness, Sir, but I really don’t—”

“Angel,” You freeze at the nickname. He chuckles with his forehead pressed to his clasped hands, “Do you really think I need to pay people to sleep with me? I could have anyone I want,” his voice falls an octave or two, the sonorous warning rumbling something…alien inside your body. You stand there, unable to move, and he easily sees through this as he hides a smirk behind his drink. “Sit down. I’m not done talking to you.”

You don’t know what snapped in you to actually follow, but his words weren’t just that. They were always laced with eased dominance, the words leaving his lips coming out as a command. No, it was more like a hypnotizing order, and you’re nothing but a puppet enslaved by it.

His smile only grows bigger, and you hate that he looks ridiculously handsome under the dim lights of the room. Life would’ve been much easier if this man had been ugly.

“As I was saying, this relationship should be casual, no strings attached. I’d prefer if you’re exclusive to me, and in return, I’ll cover all your school fees and everything else. As for the sex,” he cuts his eyes straight to yours, an intense burning heat in them. You squirm in your seat, a little intimidated, albeit excited, by this proposition too, though you’d rather die than let him know that, “I don’t need that from you. I just want someone to talk to.”

“You’re paying me to talk to you?”

“No,” he chuckles, “I’m saying you form a relationship with me in exchange of financial aid. You’d be similar to a lover, nothing less of a friend,” he stares at his drink so hard like he was having a debate with it. A few seconds later, he found his answer, the gleam in his eyes surreptitious as he says, “Someone I can trust.”

You huff. Surely it wasn’t easy as that. “Why me?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, “I just find you endearing, that is all,” You lean back on your seat, trying to process all this. The hesitance must be written all over your face because he adjusts his tie, sliding a white business card your way before sliding his chair back in. At least he’s well-mannered enough to do that. “You can take your time to think about it. There’s no need to rush.”

Somehow, seeing his figure retreat triggers something within you. You watch as silhouettes emerge from the darkness trail after him; must be his security team, serving as an additional note that what you so struggled to achieve was likely nothing for him.

Was it fear? Desperation? Shame?

You don’t know, you won’t ever really know, but you run up to him anyway, brave enough to tug at his sleeve. The guards surrounding him tense up at the contact, stepping away only when he raises a finger that spoke a thousand words.

“You-you’ll pay for everything?”

With his back turned to you, you failed to see that victorious grin he wore. “And everything more,” he reassured. He turns around to confirm your submission, but you’re quivering under his towering frame, poor hands clutched around the card so tightly he won’t be surprised if you break it. He chuckles, coaxing the worries out of you as he caresses your cheek, his breath evident of expensive liquor hitting your cheeks. “Relax, angel. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to the devil.”

Your pupils blow wide at the close proximity. If he was attractive before, it’s nothing compared to the clarity of his sharp, angular features that are softened by his playful smile. Oddly enough, his thumb caressing your cheeks is tender yet calloused.

There’s no telling when who put who under a spell, because you’re clutching helplessly at his suit jacket, whispering, “Am I not?”

You are, he wants to say, but you’re so innocent, so vulnerable – such an angel, he can’t help but hum in his head – that he doesn’t have the heart to let you know. He already knew things were bound to fall out of place one another, but until that hasn’t happened yet, he’ll have to keep you close. He’ll make you his.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he declares so confidently that you couldn’t even question his capability to do so you, and for a moment, just a moment, your knees weaken under his stare. “Now that, I can promise.”

Should you have pulled away then? When he leaned down to seal the contract with a kiss, should you have pulled away then? Or better yet, could you even pull away then?

You’ve been so alone your whole life that each moment with him is awakening, soul-crushing, mind-shattering and so damn weakening that you should’ve pulled away then. If anyone were to tell you you’d share your first kiss after work hours with a man whose name you don’t even know of, you’d tell them they were crazy, crazier if they claimed you would enjoy it.

But you did. Oh, you did, you were addicted to him – his taste, his scent, his touch, everything about him – that when he pulled away, taking away every last breath in your lung that formerly remained taint-free by him, you’re left wanting. Craving.

And he knows this. How could he not? Your eyes are hazy with lust, chest pressed against his firm ones that would soon be the same body you found home over and over again. You’re not the only left intoxicated from this sudden agreement. Whatever you feel, he feels it twice as much after years of watching you from the sidelines, asking himself a million times over what it is about you that pulled him in so much in the first place.

The innocence? The dedication? The youthful naivety?

Gojo wants to laugh at himself. It was never any of those – he simply wanted to fool himself that maybe he’s worthy of this, of your love, of your purity. He’s selfish, manipulative, heartless, and he wants nothing more than someone like you to make him feel like he’s everything he’s not.

He steps forward to brush his nose against yours; breathing in the tiny gasps you reward him with. And he’s barely even touched you.

“I look forward to our next meeting,” he rasps, butterfly touches all the way down your back to hold you flush against him, letting you feel that he’s all muscle and hardness, while you’re the complete opposite, composed of softness and little ghosting kisses. Perhaps when he gives you by a name, he was right to call you – “My Angel.”

The loud blaring of your alarm cuts through the silence of the room, its shrill sound piercing your ears. You groan, blindly patting the bedside table to swipe snooze. The spot next to you has been cold for a while now, but it’s normal for Satoru to leave early for work that you burrow yourself deeper in the covers. Five more minutes of sleep shouldn’t be so bad; it’s the weekend, anyway. You’ve got nothing else to do.

Waking up after that, on the other hand, now that is an impending task on itself.

You’re beyond sore, your inner thighs littered with handprints and your shoulder covered in love bites. “Jeez,” you mutter to yourself, stepping out of the bathroom. Tying your robe around you, you go out your shared bedroom, rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out.

It’s past noon already – Satoru really wore you out. And fuck, you could barely walk. You had to grip the counters just to sit on the stools, and even then, you’re wincing from the pain.

He should be doing paperwork in his office right now or something; he never really told you what to do. You don’t feel like asking either since he’s made it clear he prefers to keep his personal life, well…personal. But nevertheless, you swing your legs back and forth on the stool, texting him a quick I love you baby :)

Satoru doesn’t reply.

Usually, he’d respond in a few minutes, always supplied with a wink and an eggplant emoji. It was so him to act this way, that when those few minutes turned into a few hours and you’re met with radio silence, you can’t help but worry.

You try to brush it off, ignoring the deafening silence that rings all over his penthouse. He’s busy, he’s working, he’s got things to do – that’s all it is.

You convince yourself hard enough that you’ve cleaned the place until it’s sparkling, your reflection bouncing off the black marble floors. Every minute, though, your mind would race back to him. Not thinking about him proved to be a really daunting task because you think of him when you’re eating, reminiscing the way he’d always surprise you with a back hug, muttering morning angel all over your skin just to distract you from your meal. You think of him as you’re killing time with boring dramas; if he was here, he’d nudge your leg with his foot, pushing your shorts until it exposes your panties. He’d make sure you don’t get to focus at all, riling you up and kissing you hard that the show playing becomes nothing but background noise. You think of him, you dream of him, you remember him – and yet, you can’t feel him.

Nails bitten down to the skin, you scramble for your phone, swiping call over his contact. It doesn’t go through. Now that’s another odd thing; Satoru never fails to pick up your calls.

“He’s just busy,” you lie to yourself, telling the same thing over and over again even as night falls and you’re staring at the empty left side of the bed, hands smoothing over where the curve of his body would’ve been. “He’s just busy,” you say once more, giving into the exhaustion brought on by your worries. “He’ll come home soon. He always will.”

Except he didn’t.

And that was two weeks ago.

“Angel, I got you—” Satoru immediately clamps his shut, his footsteps muted as he walks closer to you. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and you’re still very wary of the nature of your relationship so you refuse to move in with him. He doesn’t mind, he respects your space and decisions, but now he’s starting to regret letting you have your way. You’re hunched over your swiveling chair, cheek pressed against the opened textbook and glasses perched on your hair. The lamp desk illuminates the dark circles lining your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight.

Thanks to his help, you’ve been able to spend more time focusing on your studies. It should be comforting, but Satoru’s heart aches as he thinks of what you’ve been like prior to meeting him.

How long have you stayed up all night just to pass your exams? How long have you cried yourself to sleep, unable to handle the burden placed by the world on your shoulders at such a young age? How long have you had to turn down friends’ invites to parties with a forced smile because you had to go to work? How many times have you stared at a failing mark, teeth clenched because you studied well for it; your exhaustion just got the best of you and muddled your brain?

Satoru places the beer and dinner he’s got you on his way back home on top of your one-man dining table, pressing a kiss at the top of your head. You look so beautiful this way – unaware, unknowing, and focused in nothing but the future ahead of you that you don’t bother yourself with his past.

Perhaps…it was comforting, after all.

He’d rather have you worry over your own studies than worry about him. Satoru can’t stomach the idea of you – his precious angel – being involved in his own shit, possibly get caught between the crossfire. It pains him to say it, but he doesn’t want you getting too close for comfort.

So he stays there by your side, simply because it would expel all ideas of you wanting to be beside him. He’ll be right where you’re safe, and the sigh that leaves your lips when he moves you to your bed, fitting in his long, lanky bed on your cramped mattress an immense struggle. As if feeling that you’re finally home, you snuggle closer to his chest, murmuring sweet nothings that tug at his heartstrings.

Satoru rubs circles at your back, staring so hard at the chipped paint on your wall that he’s sure he’s got it burned in his memory.

Now that he thinks about it, he should’ve been satisfied with that. He should’ve held back in his desire to have more of you. He should’ve just tucked you in and left, but he was never really in control of himself. Before he knew it, he’s pulled in by you too much, encouraging him to move in with you under the lie it’s easier to keep an eye on you.

Had he just left you earlier…would things have been different then?

He’s asked himself this question too many times. Satoru always came to one conclusion. He loved you way too much that it consumed him, and soon the love he held for you slowly burned you inch by inch. The only way to save you was to pull away – but he wasn’t ready for that yet, not now – but he’s too scared, too deep in love that he ignores the warning signals and holds you close instead, finding comfort in the warmth of your arms.

Fuck. Satoru downs his second drink, glaring at everyone beneath his shades. Geto snickers beside him, sending side eyes to his boss every now and then just to check. Of course, Satoru’s not actually going to pass out, he was no lightweight, but he’d been uneasy every since that pretentious gold envelope landed on his desk.

One of the downsides of being a mafia leader meant you had to mingle with other clan shit, including him of all people. There were always new leaders popping out of nowhere, Satoru quote unquoting, criminals be spawning like maniacs.

For fourteen years – fourteen fucking years – his clan had been in bad blood with the Zen’ins. They were pretty new in the illegal side of business, starting off as a powerful name in the trade industry before they got interested in oil. One thing led to another, the family began to realize they could have so much more if they turned a blind eye to a law or to, soon shifting into illegal weaponry trade, human trafficking, then drug manufacturing.

These bastards had the audacity to insult the Gojo Clan when Satoru’s family dropped by to strike a contract out of curiosity to their goods, only to be turned down because they’re ‘barbaric’ and ‘informal.’

Satoru still remembers that humiliating moment of being escorted out by bodyguards, but he held his head high, vowing to show that bastard Zen’in guy that the Gojo’s were one of the powerhouses for a reason. He doesn’t even know where the elderly guy got his confidence from. Mafia business was not the same as their former expertise, yet they acted all high and mighty with their rules and standard of being sophisticated even in a life or death situation.

Gojo doesn’t know whether he should be happy or sad that the old man died, his son taking over just as soon as his father perished. He would’ve celebrated with a whiskey or two, except the new clan leader was quite adamant in cleaning up their name to prove he would not create the same mistake his father did.

The new leader threw a large cruise party, inviting pretty much everyone they were chummy with, and Satoru has never felt more out of place. He recognized a face or two, but he couldn’t really give a fuck. He hated events like this – it was all about establishing power and face.

Satoru groaned under his breath, swiping at another flute as a waiter passed by. He felt the bubbles fizzle down his throat, the slight burning sensation somewhat easing his nerves.

He leans back at the wall and checks his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It’s been two fucking hours since they arrived, and the host still hadn’t arrived. If they planned on being ‘fashionably late’ Satoru won’t hesitate to slice someone’s neck tonight. He hates his time being wasted the most, and his eyes slid over to his friend’s still posture, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Suguru,” he sighs through his mouth, “Don’t be so tense. This is a formal event – no blood will be shed tonight.” Suguru had a weird skill of being able to read Satoru’s thoughts that he raised his hands in surrender, silently promising that he’s not going to kill anyone.

“You’re not sure of that.”

“I won’t lose my composure, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he rolls his eyes, not looking back as he effortlessly places the empty glass back to another waiter. Satoru stands next to his friend, sucking his teeth out of boredom. Suguru, on the other hand, is tenser than ever, his eyes locked onto something in the middle of the crowd that began to cheer.

Faintly, somewhere at the back of his mind, Satoru hears someone whistle in signal. A few seconds later, the fireworks are lit and decorate the night sky, bursts of gold and beauty accompanying the entrance of the woman who’s so effortlessly caught everyone’s eye tonight.

Satoru is rooted to his spot, taking off his glasses the same time the crowd parts. Then, his breath is knocked away from his body, his heart pumping so hard he actually struggled to breathe.

Because you’re there, smiling and waving at the crowd as if it’s second nature to you. Seven years of being apart from one another and Satoru is still bewitched each time he lays his eyes on you. You’re the same…from your face down to the angelic feeling you always carried, but at the same time, you’re different. Gone was his precious angel who shied away from too much attention, his precious angel who would’ve never worn such a bodacious ring embedded on her left ring finger. Your smile is more charismatic, confident, and even fierce compared to the small, private ones you always shared with him – he almost couldn’t recognize you.

As if feeling someone’s eyes on you, you spot him leaning languidly against the walls, those lips you used to kiss turned downwards.

Seven years ago, you would’ve kissed him until he smiles again, singing to your pouty and clingy boyfriend who never voiced out the reason of his troubles. Seven years ago, he would’ve carried you and swung you around, showering you with affection as he reminds you how lucky he is to have you.

But this was no longer the past – that much is clear from when he left you without another word.

Still, you smile at him, an empty one that showed nothing but concealed anger. He was sure though, so fucking sure, that for a split second, he saw you light up. That may have been seven years ago, but you loved each other to the point of insanity – surely you still held some sort of fondness of him.

Satoru takes long, self-assured stride towards you, his gaze never leaving yours with his hands tucked into his pockets. There’s no telling what he’ll do, but in his mind, it’s clear.

You still love him, he still loves you. He’ll do something about it. It doesn’t matter what, he just will. That was until a young man closer to your age with blond hair and pierced earrings, narrow feline eyes lined with eyeliner hobbles beside you, his weight supported by a cane that Satoru stops in his movements.

He’d recognize that face anywhere.

The youngest and perhaps most mischievous leader of them all, Naoya Zen’in. Albeit not as hard-headed as his father in comparison with his rather laid-back and welcoming nature, Satoru knows a monster when he sees it. It takes one to know one, after all, and despite the heir being crippled from a former accident, his intelligence and power was not to be overlooked through his appearance and coy smiles.

In fact, he might even be more dangerous than his old man, this theory only proven when his arms snake around your waist. The matching rings gleam from under the light, and you press yourself closer to him to whisper in his ear, your attention very much still on Satoru.

Satoru’s entire body burns.

“Still there, Sir?” Suguru asks, gripping his boss’ bicep to hold him back. Smart of him, Satoru exhales through his nose, unable to stop his glare from darting to your husband’s.

He’s heard of you, of him, of how his most annoying rival had a phenomenal trophy wife who looked harmless at first look, but was actually the brains of most of his operations. Satoru forgets how to breathe normally because he’s heard of you, and the rumors he’s gotten wind of about Naoya’s trophy wife are nothing less of how dedicated and perfect the two of you are.

Slapping Suguru’s arm away from him, Satoru grits his teeth. “Get me a drink.”

His precious angel was gone. No, this woman that stood before him…you were an entirely different entity, something darker, something along the lines that were more like him.

What exactly happened the day he left you?

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saudade-mayari · 3 years

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💜hi Luna!! Can I please request service 2, (the room number part confused me I’m so sorry I wanted to pick nsfw if I can🥺), with Itachi? However you wanna do it full creative freedom, and I’m so sorry again if I didn’t do this right!

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💳—Hēdonē VIP [27] || Little Uchiha

⇥ Itachi Uchiha x wife!reader || wc: 1.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+ content, established relationship, cunnilingus, teasing, breeding kink, shameless smut, minors please dni

⇥ a/n: Thoughts off. Just Itachi brainrot aaaaa

You let out a warm smile as you assist the couple on their booked room and private Onsen. Your heart fluttered, suddenly missing the intimate moments you had with your husband.

You felt the temperature of your body rising up, your core feeling the sudden uneasiness. You know that you have been neglecting your duty as a wife, and Itachi has always been so considerate on letting you run the Onsen. He knows it’s your dream to run your own business.

Although living at Uchiha District is beyond good, almost living here is nice as well. You got sweet staff, great company and a loving husband always visiting and giving you bento boxes despite being busy as the future clan head.

You bit your lip by the sudden throb in your core so you let the other workers take over the reception area as you decide to rest at your personal room in the Onsen. Just for a while.

You've loosen your Kimono's obi as you push down your underwear, touching your wet cunt. Closing your eyes while you rub it in circular motion with harder pressure.

You moan the name of your husband, feeling the pleasure of your own fingers. The heat kept rising up and you kept thrusting in and out.

"Ohh fuck-" creamy liquid came out and you licked your own juice.

But something feels empty, maybe the warmth? Or perhaps Itachi himself.

Not feeling satisfied, you took your pillow and you decided to ride on it. You kept grinding hard, the friction of your core to the pillowcase kept you aroused. "Oh... Kami!!"

Wave after wave of pleasure, you felt your second climax building up but a knock interrupted it.

Letting out a growl, you continue grinding on the edge of your pillowcase, desperately trying to reach your disturbed climax

"Who is it?! What is it?!"

"Ma'am y/n... The customer from room 101 has a complaint."

You shot a glare again, still not opening the door. "Make a resolve! You know what to do!!"

"But Uchiha-san... He wishes to see the manager, he said you know him." You stopped. You had no choice but to tend the customer.

You stood up and opened the door, your worker obviously scared with the glare you are giving. Letting out a heavy sigh, you tapped her shoulder "I'll handle it. You go home. I'll take charge."

Hesitating to knock, but you still did it anyways. However, the one opened the door was the person you least to expect.

He was holding your favourite flower, wearing a formal Uchiha Hakama. Your husband.

You were both shocked.

Itachi stared at you. Out of anger, you almost forgot to fix yourself and you left your kimono's obi back in your room. You looked so messed up, your thighs are showing, your exposed cleavage and collarbones are visible to his eyes

“Wife, is everything okay?” Itachi asks, kissing your forehead as he hands out your favourite flower. You bit your lip. You were imagining him, and now he is damned here.

“I- uh.. sleeping.” You stutter, but the raven-haired let out a husky chuckle, almost swearing to yourself how hot he sounds. It feels like he did it intentionally.

“Come on. I did something for you.” He said, kissing your lips before he holds your hand and entered the room you never accommodated.

Rose petals and dim scented candle lights makes your pathways and a table for two stood before you and your husband. A dinner that is obviously prepared by Itachi. You gasped.

“Honey.. did you..” You ask, looking back and forth on the setup and the raven-haired man. He rubbed his nape, giggling as he holds your waist to pull you closer his body.

“Was about to surprise you for a dinner but can I ask did I disturbed you from something?" He whispers, hinting as if he knows what you did. You smirked.

No point of hiding your own pleasure to the man your husband right?

"You did. Big time, but forgiven since you’re here already. Thank you for this honey… Let’s eat?”

He smirks and starts to trace your collarbone with his lips. You let out a faint whimper "Care to tell what’s the disturbance you’re talking about?"

You held the hem of his Hakama, slowly taking it off as you palm his now hardened erect, temporarily forgetting the dinner he prepared.

"You… are the distraction." You answered, kissing his cheeks as he continues tracing every sensitive part of your body.

"I was about to say the same. Coming here with that look? Don’t do that again, what if I’m not the one on this room." He says before the bites your neck, sucking and leaving a love mark.

Itachi held you tighter and without preliminaries he kissed your lips as he removes your Kimono. He is dominant and aggressive. It fucking turned you on.

You kissed back, revealing your breasts and bare sex to his naked eye. He smirked

"Of course, my pretty wife tried to pleasure herself" Itachi says, cupping your femininity as he teased it with one of his fingers.

You need it. More of it, but you don’t want to waste all his preparations. "Honey.. The dinner ah-"

“I choose to have my dessert first.” He finally whispers, and softly slams your back at the soft bed filled with roses.

Itachi starts by licking your stomach, down to your navel and his majestic eyes stares at you with love and lust. “So wet for me…” He coos, kissing your inner thighs to tease you more.

The pressure on your sex with the way he moves his fingers to your clit makes you dripping wet. He smiled, giving your inner thighs a kiss before he went to lick your clit in an upward manner. You whimpered

“Tachi…”

You receive no response. He kept licking hard while his fingers continues to do its job. It’s ecstatic. Only Itachi could make you feel like this and you feel your release coming.

“Ah.. Fuck!” The unbearable pleasure of release made you see stars while Itachi licks you clean, like his dessert, like a work of art.

This time he takes off the rest of his clothes, revealing his aching and throbbing cock. His hand went to peg your wrist above your head while the other stroked his erection.

"See this y/n? you want me in your little cunt?" You nodded and bit your lip.

He looked at you with lust as he enters the head of his cock. Slowly and filled with tease. It was euphoric, but agonizingly frustrating. You want him whole.

“Tachi please… I need you.” You moaned but he answered with a hungry growl. Giving you a kiss on your forehead as he went inside your welcoming and wet folds.

You arched your back on him, hitting your most sensitive spot while as he held your wrist tighter, not letting go and pushing inside and out with a pace fast pace.

"I'm going to cum all over you until we make our Little Uchiha. You hear me?"

It was hard, but also warm and it is very much enraptured. Even answering is hard and it made your husband growl. He is demanding and dominant.

—and you love every part of it.

“I asked if you have heard me, wife.” He went deeper and his paces starts to get faster. You know both of you are to reach your climax and the scream of pleasure can be heard from the four corners of the room.

“I- yes.. Itachi.. inside.. all of it” You barely answered. Messy moans, panting and erratic breathing left your mouth as he did his final thrust. His release came inside you and it never felt so satisfying.

“I love you” He murmurs while smiling in between the kiss you both shared.

The way he helped you is filled with care as if you are like a fragile being. Everything about Itachi is too sweet, and domestic for your sight.

Something he always does for his family.

Wrapping the silk robe around your body, he smiles and kiss your forehead.

“Let’s start thinking of our Little Uchiha’s name while having dinner.”

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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bands | twelve

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summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, insecurities, some overthinking, introducing you to fluffy koo?! and i think we’re all familiar with the song at the end too 🥺

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"Am I doing too much for shopping for a dress? He told me to dress nice and I honestly don't have an ounce of nice in my closet." You told Kai as you looked through the hangers on the rack.

"No, you're not doing too much. And I think you dress nice, but it's always good to have a few dresses in general, right?"

"Okay, okay. How about this?" You hold up a black knitted, off the shoulder dress that fell right above the knee. "It's too simple isn't it?"

"Simple is the best." He shrugs. "That's probably the best one I've seen so far and it'll look nice on you. Plus, you can just curl your hair or whatever girls do."

"Hm, okay." You chuckle, heading over to the register to pay for the dress. You had picked up Kai from school and quickly dragged him to the mall before dropping him off at Eric's. You might have tried on and looked at a few billion dresses since you've been here, but out of all those, this dress probably spoke to you the most. You didn't wanna be too flashy, or do too much, but you did want to put effort into tonight's date with Jungkook. You had butterflies in your stomach all day, and quite frankly, you were nervous for how tonight would turn out. You just wanted to look good for him, and you definitely wanted him to look at you like you were the only girl in the world. It might have been a big ask on your part, but if he was serious about this, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

"Let's get you some food before I drop you off."

"Can't I just stay at your place?"

"And watch me do my walk of shame in the morning? No thanks." He gives you a look before shaking his head.

"You're right, that's kind of weird." He does a fake shiver. "Kind of gross too."

"You started it." You snort. You make your way over to the food court, ordering Panda Express for a quick to-go meal. You could never go wrong with fried rice and their orange chicken. As you had ordered your food and waited for them to fill up your bowls, the two workers began to chat and you only overheard because—

"Did you hear? Jungkook is supposedly dating a stripper from that nightclub." You purse your lips into a fine line as you wait patiently for the food to be put into your bowls.

"I heard, but is it actually true? Why would he date a stripper?"

"I know, right? He could do so much better, why would he stoop that low?"

"My question is— how did a nobody like her get his attention?" The cashier turns to you and gives you a fake smile. "Anything else for you, love?"

"No." You shake your head, pay and take the food before walking away. You don't know why the words pain you so much, but you simply shake it off as you approach Kai who is waiting at a nearby table.

"Ready?" He looks up at you and tilts his head.

"You okay?"

"Mmm, yeah let's go."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Kai. Really." You give him a nod, along with a fake, tight-lipped smile. He knows something's wrong, but he doesn't press you, especially after the way you responded. You quickly drop him off to avoid any unnecessary confrontation with your stepfather and make your way home. As soon as you touch base, you sit on your couch and.. you just quietly sit there. Suddenly, everything people had been saying was getting to you. Why did Jungkook want you? Why did he go for you and not anyone else?

Maybe they were right? You were just a nobody. Even if Jungkook did have feelings for you, you questioned if this was even going to last.

"God, Y/N." You groan at yourself, shaking the thoughts out of your head to start getting ready. Just because you brushed it off though, doesn't mean you had gotten over it. They were starting to pile up one by one, and one day, you felt like you were going to break and really let it get to you.

That day wasn't today, though. It couldn't be.

You looked at the dress after you slipped it on, staring at yourself in the mirror as you slipped on your heels. You fixed up your hair and added a dab of lipgloss before letting out a content sigh. You wondered if this would be enough for him. You always wondered if you were enough for him. Your stomach was in knots and this was the first time you felt sick to your stomach nervous.

"Hello?" Your phone suddenly rang, you grabbing it with a quickness.

"Hey, I'm outside." You furrowed your brows because his voice sounded a lot closer than it should be. You kept the phone to your ear as you opened the door, seeing Jungkook smiling with the phone pressed against his ear as well.

"Silly." You scrunched your nose as you hung up and put your phone down. You watched as he looked at you up and down, his eyes widening in admiration and awe.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." You blushed.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself, Jeon Jungkook." He smiles. He was wearing a black and white striped button up, black slacks, boots and a fitted black blazer. His black hair hung loosely over the sides of his face, natural waves coming in and giving it a little volume.

"Ready?" He holds out his hand for you to intertwine your fingers with his.

"You know, you didn't have to come upstairs." You smiled up at him.

"Mm, but that takes away from the complete experience, sweetheart." He grabs your purse and your small duffle bag [since he politely requested for you to bring a change of clothes] to carry it for you as you head down the steps and to his car. You loved the smell of his car, as oddly as that sounds. He always had a fresh strip of that Black Ice car freshener hanging from his rear view mirror that reminded you of his scent so much. "Seatbelt on?" You nod as he starts the car and locks his free hand with yours once again.

"Where are you taking me?" You playfully ask.

"Don't worry about it." He chuckles. "However, I want you to know we won't be out in public. Not because I don't wanna show you off, it's only because I don't want anyone to bother us." You nod.

"Okay." You appreciate his honesty, your what if's and insecurities slowly drifting away the more Jungkook talks to you, touches you. You always thought it was cute how careful he was with you, treating you like you were the most delicate thing in the world and that he had to take care of you in every way possible.

You realize that you're making your way to his luxury apartment building [his own, not the dorms] and you're a little confused as to why you had gotten all dressed up and fancy if you were just going back to his place. However, you didn't say anything to allow the plans to do the talking for you. You trusted him with this, and you feel like Jungkook really hasn't given you a solid reason to not trust him at this point in your 'relationship.'

You didn't know what to call it yet.

He parks his car in his usual spot, and immediately runs over to open your door and help you out. He gathers your bags from the back and hangs onto them as his other hand is resting against the small of your back. He brings you to the very top floor, where there aren't necessarily apartments but moreso conference and party rooms and you can tell strictly by the way each room has double doors.

"Uh, this exists?" Jungkook chuckles.

"Other idols live here too, gives them a way to do shit without having to step outside and have people in their business." You nod.

"Does this mean your dorm is like this too?" He nods.

"Yup, just another luxury apartment building. Few things differ but for the most part, they're the same." You shrug.

"Must be nice."

"It's alright." He stops in front of double doors towards the end of the hallway. "Close your eyes for me, please? Just for a quick minute." You smirk before doing what you're told and closing your eyes. You hear the doors open, and Jungkook's hand is retreating down onto the small of your back. He's guiding you as you walk in, but stops after a couple of steps. "Open?" You open your eyes and softly gasp at the sight in front of you. The entire half of the wall was strictly windows, so you had a good view of the city in front of you. What caught your eye the most though was all the pink and red shades of rose petals along the floor, lining your way to the dining table in the center of the room. Along with it were little tealight candles and balloons along the way, with speakers softly playing music in the background. The room looked so big having one table in the center, just for the two of you. The center table was drenched in white table cloth, with tall white candles in the middle and a single rose as its centerpiece.

"Jungkook?!" You slightly shriek. "Oh my god, what is this?"

"Date night, sweetheart. Had to make it worthwhile since we're not out in public." He smiles and takes your hand. "Come on, let's go eat. I know you're hungry." He pulls out your chair and has you sit before he situates himself in front of you and tucks your bags underneath the table.

"Thank you." You give him a soft, cute smile. You're not sure how else you can show your appreciation for all the effort he put in, but you were happy. "I-I really don't know what I did to deserve all this effort from you." He shakes his head.

"What do you mean? You didn't have to do anything. I wholeheartedly just wanted to do this for you." He smiles, his dimple poking out from the bottom corner of mouth.

"Well, thank you again. I really do appreciate everything you do for me." He scrunches his nose before looking up at the waiter, who was ready to serve you two either a bottle of Jungkook's favorite red wine or white wine.

"You like sweet or bitter?"

"Sweet." You shyly said as he signaled for the waiter to pour the white wine before thanking him as he left you two to your piece.

"So, dinner is a 3 course meal made by a friend of mine."

"A friend, ey?" He nods, knowing full well he hired one of the most popular chefs around to prepare dinner for you two.

"I hope you like it. I asked him to make it special." You chuckled.

"I'm sure I will." You sipped on your wine. Over time, the salad appetizer came out, followed by the main course meal. You both had dug in pretty quietly, Jungkook chiming in about random things with you reacting appropriately to the topics he brought up.

"So, did you figure out what you were gonna do for Kai?" You shrug.

"He's gonna go to the arcade and I'll buy him Loco Moco." You snort. "That sounds terrible, doesn't it? For an 18th birthday?" You frown.

"No, not if that's what he wants. Why don't you come over my place and I can make it for him? He can take over my gaming consoles if he wants, too."

"That's asking for too much."

"But you're not asking, I'm asking."

"Would you mind? He really does want to meet you."

"No I don't mind. It's on Saturday, yeah?"

"Yup." He nods.

"Schedule isn't as packed for a bit."

"Hm, okay. If you say so."

"Just let me know when to start making it and I'll make sure I make the time."

"Okay." You nod. "Hey, you have an older brother, don't you?"

"Yeah, but we aren't as close. Which is why it's nice to see you and Kai together. It's pretty comforting."

"May I ask why?"

"He just always thinks I'm a troublemaker, or that I rebel too much. We just have different mindsets, that's all."

"Did you guys fight a lot when you were younger?" He nods.

"Sure did." He points to the scar on his cheek and laughs. You lean over to run your finger over it before sitting back into your chair.

"That looks like a deep cut."

"That's because it was. He beat my ass over his turn on the computer." You chuckle.

"Sorry, that must have hurt."

"Eh, nothing I couldn't get over. But yeah, that's pretty much my relationship with my brother."

"How about your parents?" He shrugs.

"They think the same way. I try to be on their good side but they like to remind me about what I used to do or how I live my life." He forks into his food. "Like my tattoos. They hated that shit. Probably still do."

"I'm sorry, Jungkook."

"No, don't be. It is what it is. I really do try, but sometimes it gets tiring. I don't go home often because of it."

"Hmm." You hum. "You know, I always thought you were such a social butterfly."

"Me?" He laughs. "No."

"But you look so confident on stage. So happy."

"I am happy on stage, but it's kind of just that. I do what I need to do, especially for the fans and all. Don't get me wrong though, I love it. But behind the scenes, I'm not much of a talker, or someone who shares a lot. I like to keep it that way. I don't like getting too close to people and letting people into my bubble and vice versa. Gets complicated."

"So, what about me?" You look at him, curiosity filling the look in your eyes.

"I like you, and I want you in my bubble. You aren't complicated."

"How do you know that for sure? I can kick and scream and throw tantrums. And-and have attitude." You say, making him laugh and shake his head. "I can be complicated."

"I doubt it. Can't see an ounce of it. You can try, but I'm sure it won't be like the way you explain it to be." He looks at you. "All I'm saying is that I really like you, Y/N. I want you around me. You keep things so simple and sweet, and I've already started to appreciate the small things from being around you. It's something I used to overlook before we met. All the small things, the little joys in life. You make me look at things in a different perspective, I guess is what I'm trying to say." He cutely shakes his head at how he just rambled on, making you blush.

"It really makes me happy to hear that." You finished up the food on your plate, blushing as you wiped the corners of your mouth and fiddled with your fingers.

"So, did you ever think you'd be here after all the times you played so hard to get at the club?"

"No, definitely not. I mean, even in general." You tilted your head while looking at him.

"Are you happy to be here?" He asks shyly, his doe eyes wide and puppy-like.

"Of course I am."

"That's all that matters to me." He says, beaming from ear to ear. The waiter brings over the dessert, which is a sampler plate of 5 different cakes/cheesecakes. Your eyes light up because who fucking doesn't love dessert? You immediately go to town, yelling out your 'yum's' and 'ooh's' every bite you take. Jungkook laughs watching you happily eating away, giving him leverage to feed you a spoonful of the dessert on the plate closest to his end.

"I'm so full. That was so, so good." You finish your wine after one last bite of the dessert and sink back into your seat.

"Yeah? I'm glad you enjoyed it." He puts his napkin down on the table after wiping his mouth, then gets up, holding out his hand for you to take. You look at him, a little confused as to what he was trying to do, but you take it anyway. "May I have this dance with you, pretty lady?" You smile and nod, swinging your arms around his neck as he holds you closely against him by the hips.

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah?"

"I really appreciate you. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

"You're absolutely welcome, baby." The pet name sends goosebumps raging throughout your body, your forehead pressing against his. "You're special to me, you know? I can't really explain it just yet, but just know that every single thing that I've done for you has been worth it." You give him a small smile as you quietly dance to the music, your bodies pressed warmly together as you hold each other close. He softly sings along with the music, causing you to giggle every now and then when he showed off his cute facial expressions. After a song has passed, he presses his lips against your forehead, making you shut your eyes at the sensation of his soft lips against your skin.

You just wanted him as much as he wanted you. You were so undeniably attracted to him, just as much as he with you.

"I have one more thing to show you." He says as he grabs your bags underneath the table.

"One more thing, huh?" He suddenly gets shy, shaking his head and chuckling to himself as he grabs your hand and leads you out of the room. You start climbing up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, going up about 3 more flights before Jungkook is climbing over the gate that blocks off the last flight the leads to another door. "Jungkook, is this illegal?!" He snorts as he waits for you to meet him at the door.

"Why would it be here if it was illegal?"

"But it was--" He opens the door, bringing you out to the rooftop to look at the entire view of the city ahead as the sun was getting ready to fully rest below the horizon. "Ohhhh shit, it's a beauty." You say in awe, walking over to the railing to take everything in. You expected Jungkook's body to press against yours from behind, however it doesn't. You find yourself looking for him, turning over your shoulder to see him quietly blowing up a balloon before smiling cutely at you and bringing it over. "A balloon?" You cocked your head to the side in confusion.

"This is gonna sound dumb and cheesy, but it was really the one thing I could think of to help put things into perspective. I want you to write everything you're worried about, everything you've been thinking about, all that negative shit." He hands you the balloon with a sharpie, causing you to laugh.

"Where did you even hide this stuff?"

"In my pocket." He scrunched his nose, his teeth piercing his bottom lip as he let out a soft, tiny laugh. You do as he says though, writing out all the negative shit that had been clouding your mind lately - Eric, worrying about Kai and him going off to college soon, your image, just to name a few. You wrote it all out as Jungkook stood behind you, resting his chin on your head as his arms wrapped around your neck.

"Okay, I think that's it."

"Mmkay, let it go." He nods towards the view in front of him. You let the balloon go, watching it dance around with the light breeze, flying farther and farther away as it does so. "I don't want you to worry about any of that when I'm around. I know the world hasn't exactly been the nicest to you, but I want you to know that I'm gonna do my best to keep you safe. You and Kai." You smile to yourself as your body sinks into his, the both of you just enjoying the view and the moment, which ultimately turns into a fun, playful competition as to who can spot more landmarks than the other.

After you both had spent a good amount of time watching the sun fully sink below the horizon, he took you back downstairs to his apartment, placing your bags off to the side of his room. You slipped out of your heels, sighing contently at the feeling of your feet being out of the heels after so long. You had no idea how you lasted at the club like this, it felt like it was such a long time ago.

"Baby." Jungkook says, coming in from the living room.

"Huh?" You look up at him as you set your heels aside neatly. The nickname was something you knew would take awhile for you to get used to, especially if it was used outside of the bed. It was moreso of a 'i can't believe he's actually calling me baby' kind of thing. He's actually calling me baby instead of my first name. I'm baby.

"Look, I bought this projector but I wanted to wait until you were here so we could try it." He begins fiddling with this little mini projector he bought, connecting it to the tv and doing all these technical handyman things that you weren't really sure of.

"What movie are you going to put on?"

"That's a good question."

"I'll let you figure it out." You say, rubbing your arm, eyeing his closet. "You're the one who knows all the good stuff."

"No I—"He turns to look at you, catching you eyeing his closet. "Babe."

"Hm?" You return your attention towards him, watching as he laughs at you.

"Do you want a shirt or something?" You nod shyly. "Then go get it. You don't have to ask or act all shy about it."

"But it's your shirt."

"Whatever is mine is yours too." He turns back to the tv, scrolling through his apps to find the best movie to put on. You slowly walk into his closet, eyeing all the clothes he has, taking in the scent of his shirts as you them by. You lock eyes on a random Carhartt longsleeve folded nicely on one of his shelves and start slipping the sleeves down your arms so you can easily step out of your dress. "I think—" Jungkook stops in his tracks as he sees you starting to slip out of your dress. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, watching as he approaches you with his hands in his pockets. You feel his hands against your arms, his lips gently pressing a kiss against your shoulders.

"You think what?" You smile softly at him as he presses another kiss against your jawline before gently turning you to face him.

"I think I found a movie you'll enjoy." He lifts your chin to kiss you on the lips. You smile into the kiss before pulling away and nodding.

"Okay, that sounds good."

"Find a shirt you like?" You point at his longsleeve and he nods.

"Nice. That's one of my favorites."

"Oh, then I'll just pick something else if—"

"Why? I don't mind. Go for it." You silently nod before turning around to slip out of your dress and slip the shirt on. Jungkook changes into his pajamas behind you, following you into his bed shortly after.

"Oh my god." You laugh seeing Always Be My Maybe projected against the wall. "You asked Kai if I've watched this yet, haven't you?"

"Nooo." He lies, silently giggling to himself.

"You liar! You knew I've had this on my list and that I haven't gotten around to watching it."

"Don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart. Just pure coincidence." He says, leaving the room to grab water and shut off his living room lights. He shuts the door to his room, immediately putting the water down onto the nightstand before slipping under the sheets with you.

"Mhm." You eye him suspiciously as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to lay on his chest.

"Mhm." He mocks you, laughing before kissing you on the head. "Ready?"

"Have been. Surprised you didn't know that."

"Mmm, baby catches on quick I see." You smack his chest, cuddling up tighter against him as the movie starts. Tonight was the night that really solidified where you were at with him, because after dinner, you highkey expected him to take you home and fuck you senseless [which you weren't opposed to], but he kept it sweet. Delicate. Cute. A serious, date night to show you what you really meant to him. This wasn't just some plan to woo you and get you in your pants and keep you as the exclusive fuckbuddy - no, this was Jungkook really confessing where he stood with you, and vice versa. As you cuddled against him, you saw a lot of his cute, nerdy sides poking out whenever he would comment on certain things that came up on the movie. For the first time, you heard his really loud, obnoxiously cute laugh that you instantly fell in love with. You were with Jungkook, and you were seeing a whole side of him that many people didn't really see.

And for that, you were grateful.

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can i call you baby? can you be my friend? can you be my lover up until the very end? let me show you love, oh, no pretend, stick by my side even when the world is caving in

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for-fucks-sake-h · 3 years

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas

a/n: Hiiii! Huge thanks to @goldenbluesuit for organizing this 25 days of christmas fic challenge! So happy I could be a part of it! And thanks to my girls @andwhenshesays @oh-honey-styles for all the knives 😏 Enjoy babes and happy holidays! x

rated: m, mature || word count: 3.6k

You moved the same ornament for the third time in the last hour. It was Christmas Eve, and nearing midnight. You were trying not to get too antsy… but it wasn’t much use.

His day on set ran late, as it did most of the time. But tonight wasn’t “most nights”, or a FaceTime call that could be picked up whenever. He knew how much you loved the holiday, and how excited you were to share it with him. And he promised he’d be home for it.

He promised.

But he missed his flight, and now he was behind schedule. You knew what you were signing up for with him - the most sought after man you’d ever encountered. He was constantly being pulled every which way. And it didn’t bother you much. No, you really didn’t mind. You just wanted one night, one night where he was on time, when you didn’t get the “running late” text or “don’t wait up” call.

You’d gotten it though. You’d gotten the first call three hours ago… which was two hours after you had expected him to be home. And then another call every hour since. He’d asked you to play the song, keep it playing until he got there. But the minutes turned into hours with no sight of him. You kept waiting, hoping you’d hear the garage opening for him to pull his car inside, the jingle of the bell ornament on the door handle, the patter of his socked feet on the floor.

Instead, nothing but silence.

You were blowing out the cookie scented candle that was perched on the coffee table when your phone rang softly beneath a pillow on the couch. It was going to be the “go to bed without me, love” call, you could feel it.

“Hi,” you answered.

“Still playing the song?” His voice was deep, an easy tone that was saved just for you.

“Harry,” you sighed. “It’s almost midnight, babe.” Despite your words and disposition, Frank Sinatra was still serenading you with I’ll Be Home For Christmas from the record player in the corner of your living room.

“I know, love.” He sounded the slightest bit defeated. He tried, you know he did. “Just keep it on, yeah? Manifesting and what not.”

You smiled softly, but kept quiet. You loved him - you loved him so much. But you also felt like you missed him more than you physically got to love him.

“How is the storm there?” you asked softly, as if you hadn’t already checked the weather at JFK. As if you didn’t already know that inclement weather had his nonstop flight from LA to London changing to a connection in New York, that his flight was delayed, that it was more likely than not that he was stuck there.

“Not good, angel.”

You sighed. You knew, but it hurt to hear him say it.

“Don’t lose hope yet. Jeff’s working on it,” he added quickly.

“Don’t think Jeff is a miracle worker, H.”

Harry hummed softly. “He’s been known to work his magic on more than one occasion.”

You appreciated his optimism. And you hoped he was right. You hoped that Jeff could find some way to get him home. You just… wanted to wake up with him on Christmas morning. You felt selfish for it, but you also didn’t. Because it wasn’t selfish to want him around. Especially for the holidays. Isn’t that what most people wanted? To share the holidays with their loved ones? And who did you love more than him?

“Think I’m gonna head to bed,” you solemnly spoke.

“Okay, love. Just… humor me, okay? Keep the song on.”

***

The slightest tickle against your cheek pulled you from sleep. You could smell his cologne before you even opened your eyes, and you could have sworn it was a dream. The softest touch of his fingers grazing your cheek and jaw, his breath against your temple before you felt the soft press of his mouth against your skin.

“You kept it on,” he stated softly, just before he tapped pause on your phone laying on the nightstand.

“Course,” you whispered, eyes still closed as his lips teased down your temple and across your cheek.

You shifted until you could blindly wrap your arms around his shoulders, his face tucking perfectly into your warm neck.

“Missed you,” he offered quietly, the syllables pressing into your skin to travel down your spine.

You squeezed him tighter, inhaling his scent that mixed with the murkiness from the snow. “How’d you get here?” you asked, your own lips pressing against his neck.

“Told you Jeff had some magic left.”

You squeezed again, his own arms tightening around your waist. “Remind me to send him an edible arrangement.”

He chuckled warmly, his breath cascading across your neck and down your chest, his lips puckering against your skin. He pulled back abruptly, his hand coming up to cup the side of your neck where his lips just were. The early morning light was just barely coming through the shades, illuminating the room in the softest yellow glow.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek repeatedly.

“I missed you too.” You pulled him in by his open dress shirt, his lips meeting yours instantly. They were warm and full, emotion in every caress. You missed his kiss; the way you could feel closer to him just by having his lips on yours.

You reached up to push your fingers through his hair, ready to feel the soft, thick strands - only to be met with the hard resistance of hair gel. You were the one pulling back this time, catching a glimpse of his tired eyes and puffy mouth just before you took in the rest of his appearance - a white button down that was undone as far as you could see, a white tank top beneath, and an opened bow tie hanging from his collar.

You leaned over the bed to see black dress pants with suspenders hanging from his hips. He was perched on one knee, his other foot planted on the floor, his knee spread wide to accommodate his close proximity to your bedside.

“You’re still in wardrobe?”

He snickered softly. “Ran out of there so quickly I forgot my clothes. Just bolted as soon as I could.”

You smiled with him, pulling him in again by his open shirt. “Well, you look amazing. Only you could look like this after a night of traveling.”

He did look amazing. And felt amazing. Everything about him reeled you in. Your time apart only heightened how much you loved him - and needed him.

His lips traveled down your jaw and neck, sucking softly with each kiss. Every move of his mouth made your skin tingle in its wake, begging for more.

“God, you’re so warm,” he murmured against your skin, his arms wrapping around you once more as his mouth made its way down your chest to kiss and suck the swell of your breast. “And naked,” he chuckled softly, pulling the blanket down to expose more of your skin. “I missed you so much.”

Your breath shuddered when he took hold of your thighs, turning your body on the bed until he could lift one of your knees up and over his head. His hands caressed the outsides of your thighs, tugging you gently so that your ass was resting at the edge of the bed, your knees spread open for him to slot between.

Your chest rose and fell harshly as the cool air of the room hit your center. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching as he looked down between your thighs, knowing you ached just for him. His hair was perfectly coiffed, and if it wasn’t for his disheveled shirt and the utter longing written all over his face, you would have thought he was unphased.

But then his breath caught, and the smallest, moaning sigh slipped from his lips as his hands squeezed your thighs once more, his need palpable.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” His voice was barely a whisper, and it made you clench down around nothing.

You sucked in a breath. “Please, H.”

“Just a taste,” he promised, flicking his eyes up to yours for a brief moment before returning to your core. “Just need one taste.”

One of his hands smoothed down and under your thigh, his fingers momentarily caressing along the softest part of your inner thigh. He was careful when his fingers skimmed your outermost lips, a ghost of a touch that resembled the faintest tickle, but had your skin burning nonetheless.

A soft moan escaped your bitten lip when he spread you open fully, his intake of breath at the sight of you - glistening with need - was so palpable you felt like you could feel his tongue before it actually touched you.

“Harry,” you sighed, desperation threaded through your tone.

“I know, love. Can see how bad you want it.”

You moaned softly, your hips arching towards him more; a wordless beg.

“Missed me too, huh?”

You didn’t say anything - couldn’t really, not with the way you could feel his words caress the most sensitive part of you. His breath was so warm it was shocking, your knees jerking slightly against your will.

“Be good, angel.” His words were a warning, but his tone was a challenge. And his actions - the way he smoothed his first and middle finger along either side of your clit, so close yet so far from where you needed him - well, that made you think he was just waiting for you to make the next move. Knowing Harry, he liked the beg. He liked it when you were needy and gasping for him. But he also liked it when you showed that you couldn’t take it anymore.

So in a moment of brash decision, you went with the latter, reaching down to take hold of his matted hair and pull him closer to your core. His responding chuckle was deep and laced with arousal, and his breath hit you like a fan on a hot summer day. He hummed from the back of his throat, the softest touch of his lips grazing along your sensitive clit.

“Gonna show me you missed me?” He didn't pull away, simply welcomed the burn at his roots from your tightly fisted hand, all while the tip of his middle finger grazed just barely along your clit. “Want me to lick here?”

“Yes,” you whined, tugging on his hair once more.

That was the thing about Harry; he liked to tease, but he didn’t prolong it. Deep down you knew that he wanted to lick into your warm center just as much as you wanted him to. And he knew it too.

He circled your clit slowly, his shaky breath meeting your wetness in a huff as he dipped the tip of his tongue into you, his nose brushing against the hood of your clit just enough to have you arching into his touch. It was brief, but it had your core clenching on its own accord and your hand tightening in his again even more. You weren’t sure how it didn’t hurt him - you were insistent, squeezing and tugging relentlessly. But you also knew he liked the little zap of pain that zipped down his spine when you pulled hard enough, or dug your nails into his back, or squeezed his neck just right.

When he suctioned his mouth over your clit with a groan, the warmth encasing you as his tongue drilled against your clit over and over again, you couldn’t help your neck from snapping back and your legs widening that tiny bit more for him, ready to absorb every ounce of pleasure he gave. It wasn’t something you thought about, but something you had noticed over time. The way you subconsciously wanted to be as exposed to him as possible, yearning to feel him fully, in every sense.

“Ah, my god,” you gasped, lifting your head to look down at him and watch the pleasure grace his features as he pleasured you.

His hair was disheveled where it stuck out between your fingers, his eyebrows furrowed deeply as his eyes - hazy and fucked out - flicked up to meet yours. His nose pressed against your mound, the smallest crinkle forming on the bridge as he flattened his tongue on your clit more, warm and strong in every stroke.

“I need… more,” you breathed. “I want you inside me.”

He quickly turned to bite into your inner thigh, the zip of pain mixing with your pleasure as his index and middle finger teased along your entrance before slowly pushing into you. “Not what I meant,” you whined despite your core pulsing around his digits.

“Wanna taste you come, angel.” He pumped his fingers slowly, curling up to brush along your g-spot, his breath ricocheting against your clit. “Can I? Will you let me taste it, love?”

Your back arched off the bed, tilting your hips towards him more just as he licked over your clit again. “Fuck,” you moaned, your hips finding a rhythm with his hand and mouth until you were practically fucking his face, pushing down onto his fingers with every pump.

And his groan - the sounds he made as he licked you, his fingers a steady pressure, his other hand gripping your hip tightly - it all worked together to bring you right to the edge, pulling his hair tighter when he had you free falling with a persistent stroke of his tongue. The vibration of his moans only added to your pleasure, shockwaves shooting throughout your body as your orgasm rolled through you. It was intense, overwhelming, exhilarating.

“God, Harry,” you sighed as he eased his fingers from your core, his tongue quickly dipping into you instead, tasting your arousal; warm and heady on his tongue.

“That’s my girl,” he spoke with his cheek against your inner thigh, turning to plant a hot kiss there. “Needed that as much as you did.”

His words sent a shiver across your skin at the exact moment that he kissed his way over the top of your thigh. You sat up as quickly as you could, still shaky and fuzzy headed, but eager for more of him.

A gentle tug of his hair had his mouth landing on yours, warm and wet and tasting of you. His tongue was welcomed, smoothing over yours in a quick pass as a soft moan slipped up his throat. His arm wrapped around you while his other hand found its way into the back of your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back for him.

“I want you so bad I can barely breathe,” he murmured into your neck. You could envision the way his lips curved around the words, feeling every movement on your skin. One of his hands lifted to tug you back by your hair, his glossy eyes meeting yours with an insufferable amount of need. “Will you have me?”

You reached down to frantically tug on his shirt, pulling it from where it was still sloppily tucked into his dress pants. “Fuck. Please,” you rushed as you tugged open the last button and pushed the shirt from his shoulders, wanting him just as desperately.

He pulled you in by the back of your neck, mouth meeting yours fervently, his breathing ragged as he fumbled with his belt and button, pushing his suspender clad pants down just enough. You barely separated when he eagerly pulled his tank top off, his hands quickly finding purchase on your hips as soon as it was discarded. You smoothed your palms over his chest, nails grazing against his collarbones before digging into the tops of his pecs, feeling the way his heart shuddered in his chest.

No sooner was he grasping you tighter and pulling you into him fully; your ass slipping off the edge of the bed and into his waiting lap. You gripped onto his shoulders tighter and all at once he was reaching down to guide his length into you, both of your panting breaths hitting each other’s lips over and over.

“Oh, god,” you shuddered as he filled you, rock solid and almost too warm as you eased onto his waiting length. Your hips moved against his methodically, as if from memory, with no justification from your mind whatsoever, until you were sat fully, his tip prodding the deepest parts of you.

Harry's breath hit your neck first, a groan following close behind to paint your skin in a warm, delicious hue of gold. “Christ,” he exhaled against your clammy skin, pulling you impossibly close, your chests and pelvis pressed tightly together. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Take me so well, love.”

You hummed in response, the sound barely squeaking out between your parted lips as your core clenched around him in a vice grip. An experimental tilt of your hips had your clit brushing against the neat patch of hair at the top of his groin, a sharp contrast to the absolute fullness of having him inside you after so long. And then his hands were guiding you, practically pumping your hips onto his length as a moan ripped from your throat.

“God, fuck me,” he groaned with his face tucked into your neck.

“You feel so good.” Your voice was a whine and a plea at the same time, intent on absorbing everything he gave. He did miss you, every part of you felt his longing rippling off his skin with every move he made; every pump of his hips, every swipe of his tongue against your skin, every squeeze of his hands into your flesh, everything cementing the overpowering feeling of need coursing through your veins.

You moaned against his throat, nipping at his flushed skin as he fucked into you at a deafening pace. And then he was pushing you away from him, a pathetic sound leaving your throat when his cock slipped from you as he pushed you up onto the bed. You blinked heavily, dazed, before you were grappling to get a hold on him to pull him closer. His arm wrapped under your waist, his mouth falling onto yours with a sigh as he shimmied you both up and up, until you were both sprawled out on the bed. His movements were rushed, flustered, more than eager to slip back into you. His weight was overwhelming, pressing you further into the mattress as his tongue teased into your mouth, your taste still prominent.

You both released matching sighs when you reached down to guide him back to you, his hips sinking into yours in one delicious stroke. His hands found your neck, cupping the sides of your throat just enough to make your skin burn hotter as he found his rhythm.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your fingers immediately finding your clit as fire shot through your veins.

He was intoxicating, and chasing your high with him even more so. You couldn’t get enough. He made you feel like every single inch of your skin could ignite in flames at any given moment, and he was more than willing to succumb to the burn.

Harry grunted roughly. “Y’gonna make me cum,” he warned in his deep, honeyed voice. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded with barely any breath. His strokes were relentless, and you matched his rhythm as you played with your clit, the nails of your opposite hand digging in the plush skin of his ass cheek. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

“Won’t- won’t stop,” he grunted out between clenched teeth. “So fucking wet, love.” You could hear the way his skin slapped against yours, the sounds your bodies made so filthy and beautiful it overwhelmed you. “Come on, cum again for me.”

“Oh god,” you gasped, your fingers speeding up as Harry hit the same spot in you over and over again, his thrusts deliberate and precise despite his own impending release.

“Fuck, please love,” he begged hotly against your mouth, his hips staggering into yours for those last few thrusts, his fingers tightening on your throat just enough to tip you over the edge.

And when you fell, oh when you fucking fell, you floated up into the air first, suspended at the very top of your orgasm for a moment before you were toppling down the side of a mountain. Your legs shook with it, fingers digging into his skin even more, crying out into his mouth as your body convulsed. All it took was three more rough jolts of Harry’s hips into yours to have him slamming into the hilt, stilling with his hips tight against yours as rope after rope of his orgasm filled you, groaning desperately into your mouth.

He all but collapsed on top of you, his face falling into your neck as you both tried to catch your breath. “Your pussy feels like it has its own pulse,” he remarked breathlessly into your clammy skin before he slowly pulled his length from you.

Your legs felt like they were still vibrating as your chest heaved against his, your arms and legs falling out widely against the mattress, Harry’s practically doing the same. You could feel the way his release slowly seeped from your core, too exhausted and exhilarated to care.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” you sighed, a lazy smile spreading across your face.

“Mhm,” he agreed with a chuckle, lifting his head to find your lips and taste you fully. He rolled, pulling you with him so that you were both laying on your sides across the end of the bed. “Let’s shower,” he murmured as he brushed your hair back, his happiness seeping through his tone, “and then we can do presents.”

You nodded with your eyes still closed, pushing your face into his neck more as you scratched up and down his back, breathing in his warmth and love.

You may have missed him a disgusting amount while he was gone - but he always found his way home.

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twilightdruig · 3 years

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sleeping with the ceo

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

summary: one night stand before the first day of his new job and oops that was his new boss he was sleeping with.

warnings: ceo!reader , assistant!george , muggle!au , mentions of sex , one night stand , awkwardness , fwb

words: 1.8k

a/n: unedited!! i have a love hate relationship with this and i just wanted to say @wandsandwheezes , @chokemepansy , @rcwenaclaw , and @nancybycrs are such huge inspirations to me like their writing is amazing <33

y/n didn’t know how she got here. she remembers going out with her friends, having a few drinks and partying a bit.

now, she was tangled in unfamiliar sheets with an attractive man next to her. she examined him, he was lanky, had ginger hair and freckles littered his body.

she vaguely remembers him buying her a drink. she had this fuzzy memory of his hands roaming her body. she slightly remembered his name starting with a ‘g’.

he started fussing and moving around in his sleep. he slipped his hand back to her waist so she couldn’t try to escape. he let out a groan in her ear and tightened his arms around her.

she didn’t want to wake him up so she subtly tried to nudge his chest. they were both still very naked. none of them bothered to put anything on after last night.

she raked her brain to remember what his name was. was it glen? gabriel? george? george. it sounded familiar. george. george! that was his name. he looked like a george too.

“george” she whispered slowly “george!” she whispered again a little louder. “george” she said one last time with a nudge.

he jumped a little. his eyes were now open but still droopy. he attempted to go back to sleep but awoke once again when he realized there was a beautiful girl in his arms. a beautiful naked girl. that was also when he remembered he had a job interview today.

he shot up and quickly covered himself when he realized he was undressed. she quickly turned the other way as well.

“hey there! uh… y/n right?” he exclaimed frantically, panic evident in his eyes. fred and lee somehow convinced him to come with them and celebrate fred’s job offer. the three always celebrated together. when lee finished his internship, when they graduated, when they bought their first cars, etc.

“yeah, hi!” she greeted. this was the most awkward thing she’s ever experienced. she’s a ceo! she’s fired people, yelled at people and have been in way more embarrassing moments. this is gonna be fine.

“well — uhm, it’s the first day of my job and it’s kind of really important. you can stay if you want to, my brother can take care of it” he offered.

“oh! i also have work to attend to, actually” she declined.

“oh… well then. this,” he gestured in between them, “was great. really! i wish i could spend more time but this is huge”

“no, i totally understand” she smiled.

when he left to the bathroom, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. she walked around the spacious bedroom and picked up her scattered clothes. she just had to get picked up and change in the office. she held her shoes by the heals, got dressed up in wrinkly, used clothes and exited the room to leave for work.

she squeaked when she found george (or who she thought it was) standing shirtless, and hair dripping in the kitchen. “hi darling, i’m fred” he winked.

“yes… hi, fred. george didn’t mention a twin, only a brother” she pursed her lips feeling slightly embarrassed.

“explains the frightened and confused look”

“yeah… is it alright if i leave? tell george i had a great time last night,” she said “even if i didn’t remember most of it” she whispered to herself.

“yeah, sure!” he took a sip of his beverage “should i tell the doorman to call a taxi for you?”

“that would be really great. thank you so much”

“it’s certainly no problem” he dialed the doorman and requested a taxi.

she ran out the door, catching a glimpse of fred smirking to himself.

george walked out his room all dressed up for work and very nervous.

“missed her mate”

“oh… well i might see her again who knows” ‘oh you certainly will’ fred thought

“tell me, was she a good shag?” fred teased

“yes, actually” george laughed

“reckon she looked quite familiar?” fred asked. he knew who she was and what george was getting himself into but decided to just leave it until george figured it out by himself.

“no. you know her?”

“not really, no. familiar though”

—

she waited outside for a taxi which brought her straight to her office building.

“y/n! where the hell have you been?!” liv, your stand in assistant whisper-yelled to y/n.

“i was out with friends late last night, okay? no big deal”

“it is a big deal! there are a few workers starting her today! including your assistant because i have another job and kids to also attend to.” she handed her a white folder with the logo on the front “this is the list of all the new employees who will visit your office for first day evaluation”

“… except your assistant who will be here shortly”

“i’m gonna need to get changed.” she muttered. boy was today gonna be busy.

she boarded the elevator which took her to the highest floor; her office.

when she arrived, she ran to her personal space, past her assistant desk and into the small walk-in closet. she looked like a downright mess and it wasn’t appropriate to see new employees looking like a slob.

she tried her best looking professional and clean. she didn’t want her employees to know she was out sleeping with a stranger the night before. she did not know what she was getting herself into.

a few minutes passed, she was seated in her desk going through emails and actual mail, checking her calendar and whatnot when she heard the elevator door open.

she looked up and was met with familiar ginger hair, brown eyes and freckles. “george?” “y/n!?” they yelled at the same time.

they saw each other this morning, naked, and tangled in each other’s arms. george didn’t know why he didn’t recognize her, and y/n didn’t know how this was possible ‘who goes out the night before their first day at their job?’.

“heyy,” y/n greeted awkwardly slow “george.”

she could hear a faint and unclear “i slept with my new boss last night” from george.

“and i slept with my new assistant last night as well” she continued, testing the waters. in the amount of times y/n has hired people, this has never happened.

george gave her a tight-lipped smile. now it made sense what fred said this morning. she was of course familiar. the oh so rich ceo of the company he now works at. y/n l/n, multi-millionaire.

“listen, george. if you don’t want to work as my assistant, i can transfer you to one of my managers” she offered. she took his feelings into account, maybe he regret last night, he might be the office slut or whatever was going through his head.

“no! no, y/n. that’s ridiculous. i would love to work for you”

—

weeks turned into months and the two working together went smoothly. he answered her calls, made reservations and bought coffee. they worked like friends, equals. not like one was working for the other.

george especially appreciated the scented candle y/n got him the very next day after the awkward exchange.

y/n would even call him into her office for a quickie almost a year into him working there. it became a regular thing. either her hands down his trousers or her bent over her own desk.

today was different though. george was jittery and nervous. y/n was the least busy she’s ever been. she’d ask what her schedule was every half hour.

he slipped a little something in her calendar tonight, though. 8pm dinner at italiano’s with george. it was kind of a way of asking her out? he thought it was smart.

“georgie, what else is on my schedule today?” she called from her desk while playing with her pen.

“well, sweetheart,” they called each other nicknames and petnames when no one was around “you have a meeting with alicia by 4:30, selene is stopping by for drinks by 5:15 and you have dinner with me at 8”

she registered the meetings into her mind then along came dinner with her assistant with benefits.

“is this your way of asking me out, georgie?” she teased.

“oh, you see right through me huh”

“of course i do,” she poked his sides “literally an hour before your first day i was tangled in your sheets. i think we’ve got quite the bond”

—

after all her meetings and meet ups, it was finally the time for her to go home, or in today’s case, have dinner with george.

they went to a dainty little italian restaurant who served the best pasta she’s ever had (well that’s what she told george). it was quiet especially for a sunday night.

george was sitting across from her as they waited for the food. he started with a little small talk like the weather and the environment. he then talked about the situations at work and other people who worked with them. this felt natural to them. just two friends (or more) talking comfortably in a romantic italian restaurant.

“we had sex the first time today, a year ago” george interjected.

“you really have a way with words, weasley. but really?” y/n asked with wide, surprised eyes. george nodded. “wow! a year ago. that seems like so long”

“it does”

their food was served and they went back to office talk. they also reminisced on how awkward they were. my, my. how much they’ve grown.

“you know, y/n.” he reached to hold her hand “me and fred had this huge idea” he started.

“you know how i told you about those times in high school and college where me, fred and our best friend lee would prank people and joke around?”

“of course”

“we’re opening a shop! we have enough money for it now!” he exclaimed.

“george!” she arose from her seat and gave him a big hug “i am so extremely proud of you”. she knew he was passionate about that. she knew about his mom not supporting him and his brother snd wanting them to take a political or medical job.

george felt like he was gonna tear up. this woman us amazing. she supports him about everything he’s passionate about, she makes sure he’s comfortable and she makes him happy. y/n was all he could ever ask for.

“y/n.” george uttered in her ear, finally gaining the confidence to tell her “i have another thing to tell you.”

“yeah, go ahead georgie” she held his face with her hands.

“i — i am so completely utterly drop dead in love with you” he whispered with a small smile “and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, i just wan-“

she cut him off short by pressing her lips against his, forcefully. it took george a few milliseconds to register what was happening until her kissed her back.

she moved her hands to get tangled with the hair on the nape of his neck while his hands were on her waist. they were smiling in their kiss.

when they pulled back they pushed their heads together. “so… did that mean you love me back or..?”

she kissed him again and again on his cheeks and nose. “yes. it means i love you back. and i don’t care what anyone says.”

george paid for tonight’s dinner for a change and they went back to y/n’s enormous flat and one thing lead to another…

#harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley #hogwarts #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you

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Despite my claws (love me) part 9

18+

Summary: Missy Moreno is missing right after fighting a notorious villain. Marcus will do whatever it takes to save his little girl. Even working with that villain to find her.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x villain-reader

Warnings: Swears, violence, injury, weapons, Mentions of abuse and trauma and death. If there’s others let me know

Word count: 3038

Masterlist P1 P8 P10

One year five months ago:

The sky cried alongside Marcus and his daughter as the casket was lowered into the ground. It was late in the afternoon, the sun lowering with the body of a loved one, and all the Heroics and so many others were at the funeral, paying respects to an amazing woman.

You weren’t really sure why you were there. Perhaps guilt? She’d visited you a few times after barging into your place to make a deal. She’d even brought rum and hot chips covered in chicken salt one time and you’d asked what Marcus thought of her visiting you. She simply said she told him she was having lunch with a friend. She just didn’t specify which one.

Why she wanted to spend time with you was unknown to you but eventually you became fond of her visits, excited even. She was the first person who knew completely what you were capable of yet still chose to be there. You wished you could have saved her, wished you could have known her fate before it happened.

You stood in the rain, watching from beside an old stone crypt. The drops ran down your body like ice and soaked through your hair and clothes, leaving you drenched, but still you stood. You weren’t able to see Marcus through the crowd of weeping family and friends but you knew he was there, right beside the grave as he consoled his distraught daughter and mourned his wife.

From how much her mother talked about her you knew they were close, maybe bonding over being normal humans surrounded by super heroes. She loved her little girl so very much and whatever afterlife she ended up in, even if she was reincarnated, you knew she’d love her forever more.

You waited around for ages and watched as her loved ones dispersed, moving on with their lives. Her life may have been over but theirs were still going strong. Eventually Marcus and Missy were the last ones standing at the grave, even his mother had walked away with a deep sadness in her eyes. You held yourself still as you waited, not wanting to draw attention by moving. You had something you wanted to place at her grave but you didn’t want them to see you do it. You knew they would have sent you off without letting you place the item.

Eventually the cemetery workers approached the grave to fill it in and Marcus finally decided it was time to take his daughter home. He looked so, so defeated as he guided Missy away and you could see it so clearly from your position far out of sight. You wished you could comfort him but you knew then wasn’t the time. He hated you and wouldn’t have accepted that you cared.

When his car disappeared around a corner you finally approached the grave, your body cold and stiff from standing in the rain for so long. The men barely glanced at you as they shovelled the dirt back into its lot. You held two items in your hand, a white pillar candle passion fruit scented and a clear quartz crystal pillar. To most people these would be just be nice items but to her it would mean everything. She’d admired your crystal collection a great many times and always said she loved how the light danced in the clear quartz, making rainbows. And the candles she always loved at your place were passion fruit.

“I kept my promise and I know you kept yours.” You sighed, talking to your lost friend and ignoring the presence of the grave workers. “Marcus probably would have tried to beat my ass if you hadn’t… I have no idea how you knew it would happen… after a while I hoped you were wrong, clearly you weren’t.” you said quietly as you placed the candle and crystal on the stone at the end of her grave. “You were right about another thing. People will do anything in the name of love.” You glanced at the men when you noticed they stopped digging. They stared at you with fearful looks in their eyes, you were sure they’d finally recognised you. “I wasn’t here. Got it?” you growled, smiling when they nodded hastily.

You walked back to your car as the rain started to ease. You drove around thoughtless for a while, just watching as people go about their afternoons in the rain and how the street lights sparkled with the water drops. It was any other day but once again you were without a friend.

~~~~~~~

Now:

“we’ve gone back three years.” You sigh, shutting your eyes and groaning internally.

“Three years…” Marcus states and you glance to him. His eyes are wide staring out to the snow covered road with parted lips, you can hear his heart pounding loudly in his chest and you just know where his mind is going. “Does that mean…?”

“Mum is still alive.” Missy finishes his sentence, shock turning into joy. She’s gonna hate you when you tell her.

“You can’t save her.” You state out right, looking out the passenger window and pretending you wouldn’t even if you could.

“Why not huh?” Missy snaps out from the back seat. “You just want to keep dad to yourself.” She sneers.

“That has nothing to do with it. You’ll cause a paradox and god knows how that would manifest. Let alone the fact if you go anywhere near that city you and your past self would go hurtling into each other, killing both versions of you instantly making, you guessed it! Another fucking paradox!” you tell her, twisting to look at her. “It’s better to stay away and not fuck with time.”

“Are you saying if you had the chance, you wouldn’t go back and save someone you care about? What about Colette?” she sneers, gesturing to the boot of the car when the woman in question lies dead.

“No I wouldn’t.” you sigh, slumping back into your seat and staring out the window beside you. You can feel Marcus’ eyes glancing to you as he drives and you can practically feel Missy fuming in the back seat, her rage practically palpable in the air. You would save them both if there was no chance of reality being torn apart in the process.

You breathe out a sigh of relief when the first signs of civilisation start appearing on each side of the road. Signs and a couple farms lying just outside the city, the fields covered in cows and sleeping fruit trees, their leaves falling for the long winter ahead.

“When we get into the city, find a morgue first.” You tell Marcus as the houses become more frequent and streets start to branch off the road. “Then we can find a hotel and maybe some decent food.” The unconscious man next to Missy groans as you speak, a pained grimace spreading across his face as he starts to be able to move again. He’s probably gonna be the only person who knows anything and he was paralysed for the whole thing. “And we’ll leave the car for him.” you smirk as you watch him in the rear view mirror. “you’ll be fine.”

~~~~~~

You sigh and watch your clouded breath as you step out of the car. It took a little bit of driving but Marcus finally found the hospital and pulled right up to the morgue entrance. The cold seeps into your skin as the small flakes fall from the sky, melting and dripping from your desert warmed body. Your hand shakes as you open the boot of the car but not from the cold, you can barely look as you lift Colette’s cloth covered body.

“Do you… want me to carry her?” Marcus asks glancing at the corpse in your arms as he approaches you. You’re sure he can see the pain on your features, screaming behind your eyes where you’re trying to hide it. You never thought you’d feel this pain, especially since you’d long since thought her gone but you know he can see it.

“I’m fine.” you tell him, walking toward the entrance to the building. It’s not entirely about the woman in your arms, it’s also about him. But you hope you’ll never tell him that. “You!” you call out to the coroner as you enter the chilled space. “We’re on official Heroics business and we need you to un-officially store this body for a few days, until one of us returns to retrieve her.”

“What? No!” the man shouts, wide eyed and fearful. “How do I know you’re really Heroics? You could be psychopaths?!”

“This is literally theMarcus Moreno.” You point out, the man beside you giving him a small shy wave. “We are on a secret mission and we have to entrust the body to you to finish it safely, otherwise the results could be catastrophic! No one can know about her being here. If someone finds out it will result in the villains winning and potentially the end of worldwide governments.” You explain, the lie coming to you easily.

“wha- i… I don’t…” the man stutters, his eyes flicking between you, the famous Marcus Moreno beside you and the covered up corpse in your arms.

“We are sorry, to have to burden you with this.” Marcus explains as you place Colette on one of the cold silver autopsy tables. “But this is very important... We need you to stay silent about it and we’ll be back for her.” He says going along with your unknown plan.

“You’ll also be compensated for the trouble.” you tell him, not looking up from the body as you breathe out a sigh once more. You’re trying so hard to shove the feeling down, be the strong cold person you usually are. You need to focus.

Three years before you can go back home and you have to spend the whole time avoiding your past selves. What if Marcus doesn’t want anything to do with you now that you’ve gotten them back to Earth? What if he’s deciding right now that the next three years will be spent as far from you as possible too?

“Come on, [Y/N]. We need to go” Marcus whispers in your ear, gently guiding you toward the door. You didn’t even notice him approach you. “Thank you for your help, sir” he calls out. “Do you really think he’s gonna keep this quiet?” he asks you as the door swings shut.

“If he doesn’t I’m gonna kill him.”

“[Y/N]” he admonishes as he follows you.

The sun shines low through parted clouds, painting the sky with vibrant colours as you step out of the building. The man from the car is standing with wobbly legs, his hands planted on the hood of his vehicle and his face pale as if he’s ready to puke. Missy stands near him, watching him with sorry eyes as he groans and tries to hold in his lunch. Neither glance in your direction as you approach, your eyebrow raised and an amused smirk on your lips.

“You good?” you ask the man and he groans again, pressing his face to the cold surface of his car. “You’re lucky, I wasn’t actually sure if humans could survive the stuff” you admit, smiling as everyone glares at you. “You’ll be fine. Maybe get a few hours sleep, with a bucket.”

“What if I go and tell the cops about you?” he says and you approach him, half-heartedly lifting him by his throat, the threat clear.

“If I was willing to jab you with paralytic slime to stop you from trying to help, just imagine what I’d be willing to do if you actually posed a threat.” You tell him coldly, ignoring as Marcus tries to pull your arm down, begging for you to release the man. “You’re lucky, that I decided not to kill you when you stopped for us, don’t make me regret that decision.” You release your grip and he falls to the ground, choking and gagging as he tries to pull in more air. “Do you understand?”

“ye-yes!” he splutters.

“Good. I need a shower.” You say as you pass Marcus to the back of the car, grabbing the bags from the boot, ready to walk to the motel you saw on the way to the morgue.

You don’t look back to check if Marcus and Missy are following, you just walk, clearing your mind of the past few days with each step. You rifle through your bag, seeking out your hidden pocket filled with a wad of hundred dollar bills.

You request a room with a few beds, paying up front for a few days worth of stay. You asked Marcus if he wanted a separate room for him and his daughter but he said one would be fine, so you just decided on three beds.

You trudge up to the room, and dump the bags just inside the door, heading straight for the bath room to finally clean off the remnants of blood covering your skin. You turn on the hot shower and drown out the world for a bit, letting Marcus and Missy do whatever they want.

~~~~

“We can save her dad! Why aren’t you willing to try?” you can hear Missy shout as you turn the water off. “You don’t care anymore do you!?”

“Of course I care, hija! I would save her in an instant if I could, but…” you hear him sigh and pace around the room. “[Y/N] might just know more about this than we do. We can’t risk the world we know for our own sake.”

“It won’t be for our sake! It will be for mum!”

“¡no, Missy! Lo siento, pero está muerta. Lo ha sido durante casi dos años.” He breathes, his voice shaking. “She may be out there in this time… but for us she’s gone… HIja!” he calls out accompanied by the door slamming as Missy races from the room.

“are you not concerned about her racing off to save your wife?” you ask as you open the door, leaning against the frame as you dry off your hair, your body wrapped in a towel. He’s sitting on the end of the middle bed, his face in his hands as his breathing shakes, fighting off sadness.

“No. she’s smart. She loves her mother so much and I understand that she feels like she can save her. For a brief moment I thought we could too.” He sighs, his eyes glancing to you, double taking at your lack of clothes.

“Unfortunately you can’t.” you sigh.

“What would you do if I was as desperate to save her?” he asks, staring at your form. “Would you use your favour to make me stop? Kill me if I try anyway?”

“I don’t need to. I know you’ll do the right thing”

“How do you know that, huh?” he demands, jumping up from his bed and moving to you, placing his hand above your head and pinning you to the door frame. You raise an eyebrow at him but your face remains blank. You understand how he’s feeling. Until she died she was the love of his life and knowing she’s out there right now, alive, probably hurts like hell. “You don’t know what I was ready to do when she died.”

“I do know.”

“No.”

“I know because I was the one who did it. I was there when you showed up, your swords raised and ready for blood. Rage and pain in your eyes. You fell to your knees and screamed.” You breathe, placing your hands against his chest. “You went for vengeance and I… I took it from you. I was still coated in their blood as you cried.”

“wha- why?” he asks, his hand dropping as he stares at you in shock and confusion.

“I’d rather not say.”

“Tell me!” he growls, wrapping is hand around your throat lightly, his brown eyes filled with hurt and confusion. “Please.”

“I made a deal… with your wife.” You start and his grip gets a little tighter. “She showed up at my place and asked to make a deal. I promised her to save your soul upon her death.”

“And what did you take, hmmm? Hold a favour over her head? Threaten to kill her if she didn’t do what you told her to?”

“I simply asked her not to tell you. I knew this was how you’d react.” You smile sadly. “For some reason she kept coming back… sometimes with coffee or booze or some really great take out. She was my friend…” you say, looking away from him. “I should get dressed. We should make sure that your daughter isn’t doing anything dumb.” You whisper, slipping away from him to put your clothes on.

“You were the friend she kept visiting?”

“Yeah” you reply quietly as you pull on your top. You fasten the last pieces of your clothes, hating that they still smell like ash and dried blood, you really need fresh clothes. “She trusted me… with her life… with yours. She was the first person to do that since I landed here.”

For moments Marcus just stares at you, glancing between your eyes as waves of emotions seem to push through him like tsunamis. Gently he places a hand on your cheek and presses his lips to yours, a single tear sliding down his cheek as he leans his forehead against yours.

“We should go find Missy” he whispers.

“Yeah” you nod as you pull away from him, desperately wishing you didn’t have to.

~~~~

“Yes! Please tell me you believe me mum.” You hear Missy say when you finally find her standing in a phone booth. “I promise it’s the truth. I love you mum” she cries. You grab the phone from her hand and slam in down on the stand, hanging up and breaking the phone in the process.

“What did you tell her?” you demand as Marcus pulls you away and hugs his daughter.

“Everything… I told her everything.”

“what the fuck have you done”

A/N: finally managed to get un shadow banned. Apparently it was a glitch (not sure I believe that but they fixed it so at least there’s that!) Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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