#if you listen v closely you can hear the soft sound of me grabbing tissues

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pls scream about Leo a lil bit cause my love for that man is neverending and i live for you guys' blog,,, and ur comte love fuels me??? head empty except for those two pureblood clowns

HNGNGNG I hope that both you and everyone that reads my shenanigans knows how utterly understood I feel when I see anyone stan Comte, if not both of those idiot purebloods bc good lord...I live for two tired fossil men that just want DOMESTIC BLISS. Literally they have no brain cells beyond respect women and we love that for us, it’s spectacular!!

Under a cut bc I went off and is long:

That being said I’d be happy to yell abt Leo!! Where do I even begin, this man was the reason I got into Ikevamp in the first place, and I’ve read just about every single one of his events at this point. He just makes me so TENDER!!!!!! For whatever reason the first thing that came to mind was this one time he lies about being jealous and MC is lolol u a fool if you think I can’t tell when you lie to me. And he’s so fuckiNG SHOOK?????? It’s even funnier because she’s internally like [I’m not 100% sure but for a second there he almost looked mad...time to test this theory even if it’s just A GAME T H E O R Y] And he’s so fucking pikachu meme that shit sends me. I can’t handle the fact that he’s so used to people just assuming he’s fine, that he can handle himself. That he’s lived for so long without really anyone noticing at all. (Comte absolutely notices and will lightly roast him, but doesn’t really push him about it or wants to overstep). And so when MC just actively pays attention and is so gentle with him he’s just floored???

God I’m crying now, but I will just never forget the funeral scene in his fucking rt. This asshole, this absolute moron, straight up tries to come at us with “yOu GeT uSeD tO iT aFtEr HaLf A mIlLeNiUm, i’M nOt SaD”. Like are you serious. Come here and let me hold you before I throttle you. Absolute clown. He’s just always trying so hard to get by on his own and it breaks my heart. How long...how long has he lived just getting by, nursing his own wounds and dragging himself up all by himself. HE LEFT HOME AT LIKE 14 (whatever the fuCK SOME TOO YOUNG AGE) AND RAN STRAIGHT INTO THE HANDS OF PEOPLE THAT HATED HIM FOR HIS TALENT. HE REMEMBERS HIS MENTORS DESTROYING HIS UTENSILS WHILE TRYING TO ESCAPE PARENTS THAT WHOLEHEARTEDLY REJECTED ANY EXPRESSION OF LOVE OR COMPASSION FOR HUMANITY THAT HE CHERISHED SO DEEPLY. I DON’T NEED SLEEP I NEED TO HUG HIM IMMEDIATELY FUCKING HELL.

Like.........there’s just........I don’t know how to explain it, but I once saw it explained so well in a post. It was basically talking about Castlevania, and how in that show Dracula sees humanity’s folly and develops so much hatred he just goes straight to murder rage. And while in some ways I understand that, I understand even more deeply Trevor’s response to humanity’s fear and violence. He says that he knows they’re short-sighted, that maybe we all just don’t deserve saving...but that he’s going to do it anyway. Leonardo just so much gives me that energy of knowing there’s so much pain in the world, but all we can do is keep walking--keep trying, even if we have to claw our way forward. Because if you only see the awfulness in front of you, you forget the way that strangers make silly faces at babies to make them laugh on the train, how a friend will put everything down to race over to someone and comfort them with some ice cream--do anything they can to distract them from the hurt. How the sight of a child crying will prompt careful cooing from a stranger as to their bravery, an offering of cool water, the gentle placement of a bandaid. How a pair of teenagers will spot a lost child in milliseconds and help them seek out their parents protectively. There is so much wretchedness, but also so much beauty in it all, and the older I get the more I see myself wanting to believe in the latter. I want to be hopeful, and easily impressed, and full of love. To be bitter and jaded accomplishes nothing, and only becomes a worsening self-fulfilling prophecy. The more you seek negativity, the more you will find it; and worse, create it.

I also scream a little bit bc like. I’ve gone on and on about how Comte is very obviously in love with MC all the time, and sure that may be true. But...I really don’t think Leo is exempt from that either if I’m honest lmfao. Only because what does Leonardo do when it isn’t his route? He almost never shows up. Once in a while he might appear for a split second in a scene, but he almost never converses with MC beyond those short moments. While Comte is the one to pine openly, I’d wager Leo is the opposite. He pines in absolute silence, because he knows that if he gets any closer--he’s going to fall. He’s going to enjoy it too much, going to keep seeking out more before he can stop himself. And losing another person he loves...he just can’t do it anymore. In his first meeting story he talks about seeing MC’s eyes and feeling like he’d known them all his life, and even in his MS he speaks to just being completely fascinated by and enamored of her. She doesn’t hesitate, always does her best, meets people head-on and without much hesitation. After a lifetime of people that are probably just immediately interested in him for his talents, or always seeking out his company for the novelty, this is someone that doesn’t give a single fuck if he’s Leonardo da Vinci. Sure she’s aware, and sure she’s impressed to some extent, but her respect--her attraction and admiration--is something that has to be earned. 

There’s something so refreshing about how their love was written. Sure it’s the whole fake marriage to a real relationship, but it’s also a kind of subtle enemies to lovers pulled off masterfully. MC is 100% minding her own business, just wants to do what she must in order to get home, tries to focus on her work to keep from thinking about how much she misses her old life. She doesn’t rely on anyone, doesn’t talk about how hard it is or how scary it is or how confusing. And even Leonardo forgets in his curiosity, is just chillin and also just trying to do the bare minimum to keep from getting too attached--figures he can admire her from a distance. And then he sees her staring at the hourglass. And suddenly, he can’t just watch her do that herself. Just wait for the hard times to pass, just sit with her own loneliness--that hollowing silence. There’s something so moving about it because he reaches out precisely because he knows that feeling to his fucking marrow, and literally just cannot watch somebody else do that to themselves. Sure he’s been dealing with it for three hundred years, BUT THIS GOOD BABIE CHILD DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. SHE WORKS HARD AND DESERVES NICE THINGS!!!!!!!! And so he drives her crazy as he races ahead of her, intercepting any attempt for her to preserve that silence and hide. She doesn’t see any pattern to it, and that’s just how he likes it--he doesn’t want her to worry about the how or why. 

Like I fully remembering playing in Japanese and being like oh my fucking god this is hilarious, this man is just a wild fucker and I love this. I was enjoying myself, mostly laughing and shaking my head. But then it just gets so, so serious. I was having so much fun that I, like a fool, forgot the anime effect. If you’re having fun, it’s going to come crashing down without mercy soon enough. And it does. He helps a little girl without any hope play her violin again, and maybe I’m just too English major but I was fucking FLOORED when I realized I didn’t see that that was straight foreshadowing. That little girl without hope? That was MC (and by extension depending on how you play, us). Though the metaphor isn’t quite so easily mapped without a physical space, the connection is clear when you think about it. With his careful social awareness, he makes a place for MC to exist in the mansion so naturally--as though she was meant to be there from the start, crafts a positive impression of her presence with each of the residents. And he does it with zero expectation of anything in return; he’s just happy to see her not stressing herself out anymore or trying to do everything alone. MC doesn’t fall in love with him despite their differences, she falls in love with him because they are the same in a singular and all-encompassing way that matters; they both care about other people so deeply, to the point where they will forego any personal needs in order to make that person’s life easier. Whether it be muting their own hardship, or working to involve another person in a new space (or opening up to the point of self-destruction to keep a person from feeling alone), they go above and beyond what anybody asks of them--perhaps strong to the point of their own detriment, in some cases. 

It’s why I always laugh when he says to Sebastian “That cara mia, she has a good heart.” Of course she does, Leonardo; it certainly takes one to know one. 

And because I literally have no brain cells beyond being in fucking love with Leonardo THE LAKE SCENE IS AN AFFRONT TO MY DIGNITY AND SELF-CONTROL. HOW DARE YOU, SIGNORE. HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU OPEN YOUR HEART TO ME AND NOT BAWL MY EYES OUT AND TRY TO KISS YOU ALL AT THE SAME TIME. SIGNORE “hAhA yOu’Re So SmAlL yOu LoOk LiKe YoU’rE DrOwNiNg In My CoAt.” I WOULD DROWN AND DIE HAPPY--BITCH I TELL YOU THAT.

Like. I can’t think of another route I’ve ever done where I spent a good amount of time like “lmfao this guy is so wild im gonna punch him” to just be in a whirlpool of my own tears, regretting my entire fucking LIFE days later. Like Leonardo’s cultural impact???? Fucking immeasurable, I wish every white man disaster I ever met had a hidden heart of gold in all of his boyish dumbassery, an ICONIC himbo of our time. 

Also because I remembered it before posting and I am Dying^TM. The event where MC was a pureblood and he was human. That entire fucking event. I literally can’t think about it without screaming and crying. Her just so flustered at his reaction to her like “oh look, free real estate” as he plops her in his lap, absolutely no fear, treating her like a princess because of her noble title despite NO NECESSITY BEYOND PLAYFULNESS BUT ALSO STILL MEANING IT IN AN EARNEST WAY, being charming to no END just to see her laugh or look away shyly. 

WHEN HE SAID. WHEN HE SAID “...Can’t leave you alone, or you might go off someplace I can’t follow.” I. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU STRIPPED DEVOTION DOWN TO ITS BARE ESSENTIALS!!!!!! GAH HOW MC HERSELF SAYS “I would tell him the truth but...he’s much too generous for a human. I know he would offer his life without a moment’s hesitation.” How Leo describes the aftermath of her biting him: “Lucky for you, I’m a true gentleman, Unlike my principessa, who took me like a storm” HELLO??????? H E L  L O ???????????????????????? ARE WE JUST GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FACT THAT HE LOST HIS ENTIRE SOUL WHEN SHE BIT HIM???? I--

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

(Also as much as I love him the cigarillos have got to go at some point, boy do you have any idea the shit secondhand smoke does good lordt)

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #can you feel me going through 800 different emotions in the course of writing this #fucking hell #he absolutely kills me i love him so much #would do ANYTHING for him #if you listen v closely you can hear the soft sound of me grabbing tissues #god i was just rewatching some of his events and i just #THE SHEER WARMTH OF HIS PRESENCE HOW IT WASHES OVER YOU WHILE READING #IM SHAKING AND CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #like leo is just one of those routes where its like 'my life was before and after this moment' #otome is honestly destroying my standards OTL #he just makes me feel So Much my coherence disappears #brain cells???? don't know her only Leo tiddy #in conclusion: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[hwangsies]

in the middle 

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader x lee felix

genre: bestfriend!au/ roommate!au, established relationship (hyunjin x reader)

warnings: some pining, felix is a confused bisexual, alcohol consumption, throwing up due to alcohol consumption, hangover, swearing, smut as in: slight voyerism & exhibitionism, unprotected piv, some mxm (just making out), virgin!felix (sorry i couldnt help it ksiohdbkk), softdom!hyunjin, switch!reader, sub!felix, shy!!!!lixie, oral (m&f), fingering, praise, minimal degradation, light spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms

4.7 k words

enjoy <3

-

Felix is positive he’s going to hell, he shouldn’t be looking at his roommate and best friend like that.

“loosen up a little, lixie” you almost yell for him to hear you over the loud bass ringing in both of your chests.

Speaking of chest, shit, he’s staring again. But its not his fault, your boobs were staring at him first.

In the tight black v neck crop top that you decided to wear to todays frat party, your décolletage simply looks ravishing, especially alongside the black leather mini skirt that rounds out your ass so perfectly and exposes your thighs deliciously.

He looks at you, smiling at your hair whipping around as you swing your head to the strong bass.

“you need to drink more, you’re no fun” you grin, tugging him off to the side into the kitchen of your boyfriends frat house.

Oh yea, your boyfriend, hyunjin.

He should hate him for being so lucky to have you as his girlfriend, but he simply can’t.

Not when Hwang Hyunjin is probably the best looking but also the sweetest guy on campus.

The only guy maybe rivalling him would be seo changbin from the year above him … anyways, nothing is wrong with him.

Quite the opposite, which is why felix became good friends with him even before he met you.

And now almost a year later of hyunjin and you being together and felix being the token best friend/ third wheel, he still doesn’t know who of the two of you he’s into more.

“there we go” you coo, lifting the shot glass to felix’s lips and watching as the bitter liquid passes his lips.

His face contorts in disgust even before he manages to swallow the liqour “that’s awful” he groans, at which you laugh and pour yourself one.

“you have to fold your tongue back and just-“ you end your sentence with quickly throwing your head back and downing your own shot.

Felix grins when a short lived shudder washes over your body at the aftertaste “right” he mocks, grinningly.

A playful punch is delivered to his shoulder before a familiar voice interrupts your banter.

“drinking without me? the audacity” hyunjin grins as he makes his way over to you.

“well, it’s not our fault you take so long to get ready” you stem your arm into your hip sassily “or should I say admire yourself in the mirror for so long” you quip, cocking one brow up; laughing and squealing when hyunjin picks you up slightly and blows a raspberry into the exposed skin of your neck as a response to your teasing.

“the black hair looks good” felix finds his voice after hyunjin had put you back down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

His plump lips stretch into a bashful smile, a little dimple appearing in his left cheek “really?” he runs a hand through the long dark locks for good measure, at which you softly hit his chest.

“stop fishing for compliments, jeez” you giggle, hyunjin huffs and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

“don’t be jealous just because lix likes me better than you” he rests his chin on your shoulder and cheesily winks at felix.

He manages to let out a somewhat not-awkward laugh even though his heart starts racing and he hopes the light is dimmed enough for the both of you not to see his red cheeks.

“oh, please there is no way he likes you better than me” you roll your eyes playfully “right, lixie?” you bat your lashes at him, crossing your arms and conveniently pressing your chest together.

Felix’s eyes flicker to your breasts before he catches himself and laughs “you guys are annoying” before grabbing one of the shots you poured earlier and bringing it to his lips hastily.

In the corner of his eyes he can see hyunjin whispering something in your ear at which you giggle and nod before you turn around to kiss him.

“I’ll be outside real quick, have to ask minho hyung something about the plumping issue” hyunjin sighs when he and felix lock eyes before pressing a kiss to your head.

“watch her” he points at felix before leaving, for him to make sure you don’t drink too much since you have the tendency to do so.

“sure” felix lips quirk upwards shortly before he takes your shot glass and downs the fluid in there as well.

“hey, that was mine” you laugh incredulously but he ignores you, pouring himself another one.

“what has gotten into you?” you giggle and take the bottle from him to pour one for yourself.

“I thought we’re gonna party” he grins already feeling a bit drowsy.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, snickering “oh yea we are”

-

“oh,let it out” felix’s head hammers in pain as he feels your hand smooth down the expanse of his back before he rests his cheek on the frat houses toilet seat multiple hours later.

“quite a party hm?” he rasps, eyes closed. You huff “you could say that”.

“I’m sorry” he apologizes quietly.

“for what?” you brush some hair out of his face before standing up and dampening some toilet paper in cold water.

“for ruining your night” he sniffles a little.

“aw no, you didnt” you sit back down next to him, gently wiping his forehead with the cooling tissue “it’s almost over anyways, plus I barely knew anyone” you console him before the door opens.

“here you go” felix hears hyunjins voice and thinks he wants to die of embarrassment, first you have to baby him and now hyunjin sees him like that as well? shit.

“thanks babe” you mumble before leaning down into felix’s peripheral again, holding up his jacket; which hyunjin brought, felix assumes.

“lets get you home, yea?” felix nods at you question, not wanting to cause anymore trouble.

“you think you can walk?” hyunjin asks concernedly when he sees his friends pale face.

“yea yea” felix nods, slowly getting up, with which hyunjin helps him.

Once the three of you are outside the frat house, hyunjin wraps an arm around felix’s waist to help him walk straight.

Felix looks down to where hyunjins hand curls around his waist, holding him up; has he always been this strong?

“I’ll just sleep at your place okay?” hyunjin asks you.

“yea, okay” you nod, holding felixs arm as the three of you walk “you don’t have to though, we’ll be fine”

“eh, I’m not gonna let you two walk home alone, plus I haven’t seen your room since you redecorated” hyunjin winks at you.

“alright” you chuckle.

-

Felix wakes up in his own bed, in his clothes from last night; somewhat thankful that you decided not to undress him.

When he tries to sit up a sharp pain rushes through his skull, his hand lifting to his forehead as he groans.

“fuck” he swears to himself, as slowly as possible he gets out of bed to get rid of his jeans and put on some sweatpants.

Walking out of his room, he hears your giggles coming from behind your door, right across from his own.

He swallows the same dull feeling he always feels when he’s with the two of you and makes his way to the kitchen to get some painkillers and water for his head.

After putting the empty water glass that he just chugged with an advill into the sink he drags his feet back to his room.

Halfway there, he cant help but overhear a soft moan coming from behind your door and stops in his tracks.

There, another one followed by a faint ‘fuck’ which sounded like it came from hyunjin.

Its so wrong, what he’s doing. Those are his bestfriends having sex and he’s standing outside their door like some creep listening to them getting it on.

He should be disgusted by himself, yet he feels his cock stir in his pants when what sounded like your bed creaking and you yelping out your boyfriends name halls through the door.

Before felix knows what he’s doing, he’s gently pushing open your door, just a slit.

And there you are, hyunjin is sitting on the bed with you on his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock fully hardens when he watches hyunjin help you lift yourself up and down on his length as he moans out for you.

You are facing the door but your eyes are scrunched closed and your head is thrown back in pleasure as your boyfriend sucks at your neck, your arms wrapped around his, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Felix doesn’t even know where he should look; should he look at the barely there view he has on your tits or the way your ass and hips jiggle every time they come down onto hyunjins thighs. Should he look at the way hyunjins arms bulge with every lift of your body or the way his shoulders and back muscles ripple.

His gaze returns to your face and his heart drops because you are looking him dead in the eyes, he stumbles back and roughly bangs the door shut with him in shock.

“fuck-fuck” he chants to himself, almost scrambling into your shared bathroom and locking the door.

His heart races like it never has before as he paces through the bathroom gnawing on his thumb. Totally ignoring the way his cock throbs in need of attention.

Why didn’t you say anything? Did he only imagine you seeing him? Is he going crazy?

He turns on the shower before undressing himself, the only thing he knows right know, is not having an answer to any of his questions.

-

"good morning sunshine" hyunjin presses a kiss to your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the warm sensation you feel in your panties getting more intense thhe more concious you get.

"wha- mmh" you arch your neck and hyunjin giggles into your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before you turn your head and capture his lips with yours.

His fingers keep rubbing you over your panties when you push the covers off of the both of you.

He kisses you feverishly, kneeling himself in between your legs and staring at the wet spot that formed on your panties, thumb still rubbing over your clit.

"please" you whine, wiggling your hips "dont tease"

Hyunjins eyes sparkle up at yours before he flashes a smile "i'd never" he leans down, dragging his tongue over your panties.

A little too loud of a moan tears from your throat as your hips buck up.

"shhh" hyunjin teases, pulling off your panties "you're gonna wake the entire building" you giggle when he smacks your butt.

"aw fuck- baby" your fingers instinctively tangle into his dark locks when his tongue starts dipping into your wetness.

His hands are wrapped around your thighs, holding them securely to the side of his head when he sucks on your clit, your back arching in response.

“taste so good, baby” he smacks his lips, hooded eyes peering up at you, when you hold yourself up to watch, he licks a bold stripe through your wetness.

“shit” your eyes roll back when you groan, dropping your head momentairily. “fuck me, right now” you hold his cheeks.

Hyunjin grins, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before sitting up and pulling down his boxers.

You lick your hand and fist his length, twisting your wrist a few times when he leans down to kiss you.

Replacing his hand with yours, he lines himself up with your entrance; groaning when he pushes inside.

“so wet baby” he punctuates each word with a kiss to your lips.

“so perfect, fuck!” you moan at his words, relishing in how he fills you up as you bare your neck for him to drag his lips along.

He rolls his hips into yours, kissing your lips at the same sensual pace.

“wanna-“ you gasp.

“what do you want baby” hyunjin breathes “tell me” he mumbles, cupping your cheek.

“wanna ride you” you crade his cheeks before connecting your lips.

“come here” the bed creaks under both of your weight when hyunjin positions you in his lap and you wrap your legs around his waist.

You cry out when sinking down onto his length again “hyunjin! shit” you claw onto his shoulders.

“I got you, love” he mouths underneath your ear, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“you’re so big” you gasp, tucking your face into his neck which entices a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

“you’re doing so good baby” he runs his hand down your back before gripping onto your hips when you start bouncing up and down to the best of your abilities.

You throw your head back when his cock drags along your magic spot inside of you, closing your eyes when he starts sucking another bruise into your skin as you roll your hips.

“fuck-y/n” hyunjin moans agsinst your skin when your walls tighten around him.

Your mouth agapes in pleasure and you lift your head up, opening your eyes to see felix stare at the two of you, doorhandle still in hand.

You feel your self clench even more around hyunjins lengths when you see how felix is drinking in hyunjins form.

He gulps and locks eyes with you, face visibly paling as he gets startled by your sudden eye contact, launching back and ramming the door closed.

“what the-“ hyunjin turns around, halting his movements.

“fuck” you hear from outside your room, hyunjin looks back at you.

“is that-“

“felix, yes, he was watching us” you feel blood creep into your cheeks at which hyunjin grins. 

“Is that why you just got so tight around me?” he giggles when you feign being appalled by his accusation.

“mmhm, what? Little slut likes when felix watches how good I fuck you, yea?” hyunjin mocks and hoists you off of him and onto your hands and knees.

“mmh-“ you whine when he delivers a smack to your right butt cheek “maybe”

-

“did you mean what you said earlier?” hyunjin asks, running his fingers up and down your side as your head rests on his bare chest.

“what?” you peer up at him through your lashes.

“that you liked it when felix watched us” he recalls, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I never said I did” you trace your finger along his pecs, he huffs.

“but you also didn’t say that you didn’t” he counters, a moment of silence filling the room.

“would you think its weird if I did?” you scooch up a little to look at him better.

“no…” hyunjin hesitates but continues when you lock eyes “I like lix, trust him” he mumbles.

You nod “yea, me too” as you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.

-

Felix has been sneaky and successful the past few days when it came to avoiding hyunjin and you.

Hyunjin hasn’t been over since what happened the morning after the party so he didn’t worry about him. You however are still his roommate and best friend, so avoiding you is a full time job which he doesn’t know how long he can hold up.

The door to your shared apartment opens and he steps inside, exhausted from a long day of classes.

When he slips out of his shoes, he hears the tv getting turned on.

“shit” he silently curses, that means you’re in the living room and are going to see him running past you to get to his room.

Still, he tries to be quiet and hopes your peripheral vision is as bad as his avoiding techniques.

Rushing past you, he barely makes it to the corridor that leads to both of your rooms when you say his name.

“felix” you never say his full name like that, he slowly turns around to see you sit on the couch in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, he assumes to be hyunjins.

“yea” his voice cracks.

“come here” you pout a little, patting the couch next to yourself and signalling him to sit down.

Felix sighs heavily before obliging to your wish.

“listen I’m sorry-“ you start but he interrupts you almost immediately.

“woah wo- what?” he furrows his brows “I literally spied on you getting it on and you’re sorry?” he feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull at any moment.

“I’m sorry, y/n, and I know I have to apologize to hyunjin as well” felix says, looking down at his hands and silently hoping that you don’t think of him as a creep.

“I’m not mad at you lix” you speak gently, placing one hand over his “and hyunjin isn’t either”

“really?” felix asks doubtfully, to which you nod.

“I promise, we like you a lot lixie” you swipe some hair from his forehead and his breath hitches at the minimal skin contact, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“but- i-“ he stutters but before he can finish his sentence hyunjin walks through the door.

“hey” he beams when seeing you and felix, quickly taking off his jacket and shoes and joining the two of you.

“are you joining our marvel marathon?” hyunjin smiles and felix swears he’s blushing again.

“uh- no” he’s stammering, feeling like he’s going crazy.

“we were just talking about how we are not mad at him or anything” felix sees the look you give hyunjin, wanting him to talk.

“oh, yea. no lix seriously don’t avoid us anymore, its no big deal” hyunjin places his big hand on felix’s shoulder and gently rubs it down his arm.

“yes it is!” felix finally snaps, getting up and looking at both of your shocked faces. He knows that you don’t know this side of him, that you only know the sweet and caring side and not the ‘frustraded / so damn angry at himself’ side.

“wha-“ you try to speak but he interrupts you.

“do you guys even realize how hard it is for me to be around you in general?” he stares at the both of you, seeing how your brows furrow.

“all I can think about is how you guys are perfect and made for each other but also how I cant even choose whom I am more jealous of” he breathes heavily.

“am I more into you?” he gestures towards hyunjin before whipping his head to you “or you? I don’t know!”

“and now I saw you guys- damn” he interrupts himself by frustratedly running his fingers through his hair “fuck, I just made a complete fool of myself” he mumbles, fiddling with his fingers.

You and hyunjin exchange gazes before hyunjin extents his arm towards him, at which felix sighs “I don’t want your pity, guys”

“no, lix come here” hyunjin wiggles his fingers, smiling when felix slides his smaller hand into his.

Felix feels his heartbeat intensify when hyunjin pulls him back onto the couch.

“we like you too, lixie” felixs head whips your way as soon as the words leave your lips “you’re always there for us, always have our backs” you run your hand over his chest as his eyes flicker down to watch your ministrations.

“the next time you want to watch, you can just ask to join instead” hyunjin grins and felix swallows harshly at the idea of being pressed in between the two of you.

“a-“ he starts but clears his throat because his voice cracks “are you serious?”

You nod eagerly “of course, why not? Could be fun” you grin at him.

“unless we read you completely wrong and just made you super uncomfortable, then just forget we ever had this conversation” hyunjin scratches at his forehead bashfully.

Felix’s thoughts run wild as he imagines the three of your bodies entangled in various positions, blinking to get the images out of your head.

“okay-um” you voice catapults him back into reality “sorry” you remove your hand from his chest and scooch away a little “I didn’t want to make this awkward” you shake your head apologetically.

“no!” felix blurts out all over sudden, making you flinch a little “sorry” he mumbles, placing his hand on your knee, hoping you don’t think he’s a nut job.

“its not! I- I would like that” he blushes as he plays with his fingers before he feels the couch next to him shift.

“how about” hyunjin speaks as he stands up “we postpone our movie marathon then” he grins as he holds out his hands for you and felix.

You giggle and get up before intertwining your fingers with your boyfriends, felix smiles hesitantly before sliding his hand into hyunjins free one and following the both of you to your bedroom.

“you wanna kiss me?” you ask felix, grinning when he nods rapidly.

Hyunjin sits down on your bed, watching as you lock lips with the younger boy and feeling his cock stiffen when he lets out a whine; probably because you did that thing with your tongue that hyunjin loves as well.

Felix’s face feels hot, he doesn’t know what is riling him up more, you kissing him or hyunjin watching him so intently.

“don’t forget about me, my darlings” hyunjin speaks softly, grinning when you lock eyes with him.

“undress for me” he orders, at which you let out an excited squeal and pull your oversized shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor.

“fuck” escapes out of felix’s mouth, at which hyunjin chuckles.

“you know, lix, they feel as great as they look” he locks eyes with felix, nodding at him to urge him on.

Felix tentatively raises his hands and gently cups your breasts, his breath hitching when your press your own over his and make him squeeze your boobs.

“fuck” felix repeats, making you giggle “your turn”

At this, felix becomes bright red. What the hell did he think? He couldn’t just have a threesome with his two biggest crushes ever when he had never had sex before.

“uh-i- I’ve never done this” he stammers.

“us neither, lixie” you smile understandingly.

“no-“ he sighs “i- I’ve never had sex before” ashamedly looking at the ground as hyunjin and you exchange somewhat shocked looks.

“I get if you don’t want to continue I mean, you didn’t ask for this-“ hyunjin interrupts him.

“if you want to continue we can, we have no problem with it, lix I promise” he assures his friend.

“yea-I uh-want you to be my first” felix mumbles.

“you’re so cute” you coo, cradling his cheeks and pressing some kisses to his freckly cheeks at which he squirms a little and giggles as well.

“back to the good stuff?” hyunjin tilts his head, felix nods before shakily exhaling.

“relax” you whisper, smiling when felix grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, he feels the blood rush to his cheeks when hyunjin mimics him and he has a full frontal view on his muscular torso.

His gaze averts back to you when you guide him to your bed.

“sit down” you nod to your headboard, where he scoots up to sit against, watching as hyunjin pulls you down for a kiss, moaning when you grab his bulge over his sweatpants.

“take off your pants” you moan to felix when hyunjin kisses along the side of your neck, felix nods and chokes out a ‘yeah’ before shuffling his pants off.

He strokes his cock as he watches hyunjin squeeze your chest and suck one of your nipples in his mouth.

You moan, rolling your head back before your eyes land on felix’s hard length.

Hyunjin plants a smack to your ass when you get off his lap to crawl in between felix’s legs, grinning at him before you connect your lips with his.

Running your hand down his torso before replacing his hand with yours, hyunjin slowly removes your own sweatpants.

You moan against felix’s lips when hyunjin dips his head and licks a stripe up your wetness.

“fuck” you moan, looking back at your boyfriend.

“gonna suck lixies cock, baby?” he grins, squeezing your right ass cheeks.

“yea” you nod, looking back at the boy in question, cheeks flushed as a nervous puff escapes his puffy lips.

“you want that?” you ask, looking up at him before pressing kisses to his abs.

“y-yes, please” he nods eagerly at which you hum satisfactory, twisting your wrist around his length.

“so polite” you tease him, licking a soft stripe along the underside of his cock at which he hisses ”I like it” you grin, slowly taking him into your mouth while hyunjin scissors two if his fingers inside of you, the thumb of his other hand rubbing circles into your clit.

Hyunjin watches how felix bares his neck and his eyes scrunch together in pleasure, he lifts his hand and lets it hove over your head.

“you can pull on her hair a little, she likes it” hyunjin encourages him, winking when he blushes with the realization hits that he’d been watching him.

But he does what hyunjin tells him and gently places his hands in your hair, pulling on it when you moan around his length.

“oh fuck” his head falls back against the headboard before he opens his eyes and his gaze falls on how hyunjins arms flexes with every drill of his fingers.

“m’gonna cum, fuck” you pull yourself off of felix as you yelp out in pleasure felix extending his arm to touch and squeeze your jiggling breasts.

Suddenly hyunjin stops and you let out a disappointed whine “make lixie cum and I’ll make you cum” hyunjin sneers, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your butt.

You whine but get back to work, bopping your head up and down and letting felix thrust up into your mouth occasionally.

Hyunjin continues to pump his fingers inside of you slowly, feeling how painfully hard his own cock is getting when felix moans about being close.

“cum for us lixie” he urges the younger boy on, pressing his thumb to your clit again so you would moan again.

And you do, the vibrations from your throat sending felix into bliss, hot ropes of cum filling your mouth.

You gasp for breath after swallowing his cum, groaning his disapproval when hyunjin removes his fingers from you yet again.

Felix’s chest heaves with the intensity of his high as he watches hyunjin cume up behind you and pull you up.

You arch your neck back to look at him “did you swallow?” he asks, gently holding onto your throat at which you nod with big eyes.

“show me” you obediently open your mouth and stick out our tongue for him before he kisses you.

“good girl” he mumbles.

Felix can already feel himself getting aroused again, wishing he getting praised by him as well.

As if he could read felix’s mind, hyunjin turns to him “you’re a good boy too lix” and before he can stop himself, a little whine slips past his lips at the praise.

Hyunjin grins “come here” at which felix scrambles and gets on his knees to be at eyelevel with the both of you before hyunjins hand finds his jaw and brings their lips together over your shoulder.

You bite your lip at the sight before taking the opportunity and marking the side of felix’s neck, said boy feels like he’s flying.

Hyunjins tongue intrudes into his mouth, your soft lips are all over his neck and before he knows it he’s hard again.

Your hands wander down his torso before quick fingers wrap around his length again.

“already ready to go again?” you softly giggle when the boys break their kiss, a faint string of saliva connecting them to each other.

Hyunjin grins “you wanna fuck her?” nodding at you “help me make her cum?”

“yes-yes, fuck” felix nods “please” he adds, remembering that you said you liked it when he was being polite.

Hyunjin sits in felix’s previous position and makes you sit in between his legs with your back to his chest.

“y-you’re on the pill, right?” felix asks you carefully, you just smile “yes, lixie I am”

“okay” he smiles back.

Hyunjins big hands spread your legs for felix, who experimentally brings up a finger to run it through your wet folds.

“once you’re in this pussy, I promise you wont want to leave” your boyfriend quips and you playfully slap his shoulder.

“fuck me, lixie” you turn your attention back to felix, making him nod and line up his length with your pulsating hole.

“oh my-“ his eyes close when he pushes inside for the first time.

“that’s it” hyunjins gaze is fixed on where your body connects with his friends, his hand squeezing one of your breast as he listens to the both of you moan.

Felix’s first few thrusts are shaky but soon he finds a rhythm, holding you by your waist as he bottoms out again and again.

“fuck-I wont last” he curses, his hips stuttering when hyunjin kisses his lips once more.

“faster, lixie” you interrupt their kiss with your plead, arching your neck and clawing onto hyunjins arm when he starts rubbing at your clit once more.

“fuck-please don’t stop” you cry out when you feel hyunjin sucking at your neck, felix is breathing heavily; trying to hold out but he feels himself fall once more as he spills his cum into you.

You cum a few seconds later, your walls clamping down on his length and making him groan in overstimulation as you tremble with the aftershocks.

“fuck” you pant, prying hyunjins hand away from your sensitive bud at which he chuckles and complies, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Felix and you are still catching your breaths when hyunjin breaks the silence.

“you better still have some energy left, ‘cause we are far from done”

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a/n: imma edit tomorrow cause i havent had dinner yet and tumblr frozee and now im mad and hungry omg im haangryyhfichfpweh anyways hope u liked it i’ll add tags later cause like i said im maddfhnfhpiernhfp3rj

#stray kids smut #skz #skz smut #stray kids #skz drabbles #skz hard hours #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #lee felix #felix smut #felix #hyunlix #hyunlix smut #hyunjin drabbles #felix drabbles

[dany-is-my-queen]

Born To Be Yours | Part V

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baratheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 1,271

Note: I get really inspired by songs and I use some lyrics. This is the end of S1. :)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8

You were outside the Sept of Baelor. Joffrey was so unpredictable you didn’t know what to expect. You wished Lord Eddard spoke the right words. Meanwhile, you told Sansa everything’s gonna be fine, that your older brother was going to spare his life and send him to the Night’s Watch. You wanted to believe that he was going to be merciful, that he held a bit of affection for his lady.

You haven’t had the time to grieve your father. Your mind was troubled, with the Lord of Winterfell confessing you that your three siblings were bastards. Worst of all, your uncle’s bastards. Your mother and he have had an incestuous relationship for only the gods know how long, it disgusted you. Though you don’t choose who to love. More so that she lied and outwitted your father for so many years. He was a horrible husband, no doubt. He had a lot of bastards too. This was entirely different. It was too much.

Now you were standing next to her and Lady Sansa. She was calm at first, certain her father would walk out alive. He was telling the truth all along. Uncle Stannis is the heir to the Iron Throne. Being born a woman made you third in line, you never really believed you would sit on that awful chair, your claim was stronger than Joffrey’s. You haven’t found Arya, that concerned you as well. You felt uneasy though you tried to remain relaxed.

“I come here to confess my treason. I broke the faith of my king and the trust of my friend Robert. I swore to protect his children but before his blood turned cold I plotted to murder his son. And seize the throne from myself.” Someone threw a rock to his head.

“Let the Hight Septon and Baelor the blessed be witness of what I say. That Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir of the Iron Throne by the grace of all the gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.” The blonde boy had a pleasing smile.

“The gods are just. But our beloved Baelor taught us that they also can be merciful. What is to be done with this traitor, your grace?” The old Maester asked. The people kept yelling things at him.

“My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night’s Watch. Strip him of all titles and powers, he will serve the Realm in permanent exile. And my lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father.” She hopefully smiled at him. “My sister, Princess Y/N, has also pleaded mercy for him. But they have the soft hearts of women.” Your heart began to race. “So as long as I am king treason shall never go unpunished. Ser Ilyn, bring me his head.”

“No! Please, please stop it!” Sansa cried.

“My son, this is madness.” Cersei said.

“Brother, don’t, please.” You begged but he didn’t listen to neither of you. A guard held Sansa while you swallowed and heard the screams of the common folk. “There’s no going back if you do this.” You insisted nudging his arm, he swiftly snatched back.

“Please no, no! Stop it!” She kept pleading. The Hound had to grab you. Ser Ilyn pull out the sword. You closed your eyes hearing the sound of his head hitting the ground. When you opened them Sansa passed out. The guard let her fall to the floor and Sandor let go of you. You kneeled and muttered “I’m sorry” before shouting for someone to lift her and get her to her room.

The following days were tense. The eldest Stark daughter didn’t speak to you, she was still in shock.

“Where is he?” You asked your lady mother when you didn’t see your oldest brother.

“He went to show your pathetic friend a surprise.” You ran to the spot and heard his irritating voice. They were staring at the pikes, well Joffrey was forcing her to. Ser Meryn was ready to strike her.

“Hey!” You stood in front of Sansa to avoid his rough hand impact her cheek, hitting yours instead.

“I’m sorry, princess. You got in the way.” You peered at Joffrey with anger filling your eyes.

“I told you a hundred times not to get involve when is not of your concern!”

“I don’t care. As long as I’m around I won’t let you strike her. Are you crazy? Her father was just killed and you make her look at his head rotting in that spike? That’s inhuman. You won’t lie a finger on her.”

“Are you threatening me? I am the King now, you can’t threaten me! Ser Meryn already did me the favor. But I won’t think it twice when you meddle with me, even if you are my sister.” And he passed beside you snorting. “See you in court.”

“Here, princess.” The hound handed you his handkerchief. You nodded in gratitude.

“My Princess... I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have defended me. Look what he did to your face.” You cleaned the blood with the dirty tissue.

“It doesn’t matter. I would do it again. He can’t treat you like that. Enough he has done already. I would take any beating for you, my lady.”

“You are very brave. But this is wrong, you are his family. He is a monster.”

“He is.” She lifted her glance to stare at her father’s and her Septa’s. “You don’t have to look anymore. I will protect you, I swear it.” She buried her head into your chest, sobbing until she grew weary of it. You escorted her to her chambers and went to your own. You avoided your mother. You missed your siblings, but you wouldn’t let them see you wounded. Tommen entered your room, so it was too late.

“What happened, Y/N?” Tommen asked worriedly.

“I fell while sparring and hit myself with a- a rock.” You lied. He shook his head.

“Joffrey did this. I may be ten but I know things, you are my sister, I won’t let him abuse of his power as King! You should be Queen, you are kind to everyone.”

“It’s alright, little lion. You would be a fantastic King as well. You are already my knight in shining armor.” You kissed his forehead.

In the next few weeks you mourned your father. You found comfort in the northerner, she was there when you needed her the most.

“You are the only person I can trust. Without you I’d be lost with all these strange people.” She confessed.

“If I could I would take you back to Winterfell. The future is unclear, but I pray for you family to return home.”

“Thank you, pri-“

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” She corrected.

“I’m your friend, I’ll always be your friend. Make your limits be unknown. If you ever feel you can’t take it anymore, don’t break character.” You decided to change the subject. “So tell me, what is your favorite dessert?”

“Lemon cakes. I love them.” Her eyes lighted up.

“I’ll ask the cooks to make the most delicious lemon cakes Westeros has ever tasted.”

“You are the best.” Sansa smiled and you thanked the gods for sending to the world such a beautiful woman.

These months were getting better, at least the King wasn’t cruel to the redhead, rude, yes, luckily you seemed to be in the right place every time he tried to cross the line. You also spent more time with your younger siblings. Last words Ned Stark told you still rang in your mind and haunt you in your dreams.

#sansa stark x reader #sansa x reader #sansa x fem baratheon reader #game of thrones fic #got #house baratheon

[chocolatedutchthehoe]

Another Diamond Day.

TW: Cancer, Mentions of death.

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The sun peeked through my sheer curtains as I laid flat on my bed reaching above me. It’s rays kissed my eyelids, the tenderness of warmth lingered on my cheek and I smiled into its warmth. I don’t get this feeling often.

Its unexplainable.

This feeling, much like motivation, is fleeting. Some days I let it slip through the tiniest crack of my fingers. Other days The aches in my body melt away over night as I wake with purpose. I uncover myself from my soft linens and sit up allowing my feet to dangle freely over my plush white rug.

I take in the warmth of the sun, the smile set on my face for the day. I yawned loudly, standing and opening the large window in front of me and breathing in deeply the cool crisp air.

I don’t get many days like this but when I do I feel it through my body. I feel light, airy, as if if I jumped just a little bit my body would simply float above the satin covers sprawled across my bed.

I sat back down reaching behind me to touch the only tangible thing in my bed other than my covers. My body followed my arms as I laid back, I caressed his upper left thigh with my hand and laid my head on his stomach. The rise and fall of his toned abdomen made me feel like just my head was on a boat floating ever so softly up and down a small tide.

He sucked in a deep breath finally waking up before reaching above himself and stretching then bringing his fingers back down and playing in my tree rooted like Locs. Twisting the fully closed ends in between his pointer and thumb before slowly making his way up to my freely new hair.

“You have to re-twist it soon right?”

I chuckled a little.

“Its retighten and yes baby I do. But I will do it after my appointment.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“I know you are you weren’t gonna let me go without you anyway..”

I stared at the ceiling as silence filled the room.

“Are you scared..”

It was more of a statement then a question. But Dom was mostly asking himself.

“No... I’m prepared.”

I stood where I once was before he woke and rounded our bed to his side. Taking his hand in mine and leading him to the our connected on sweet bathroom.

We washed out bodies together; the water from the shower head above rushed from our heads to our toes. He watched me under tired lids. The lazy smile he stretched across his face. I couldn’t help but trace his chest with my fingers. We stood, For what seemed like hours, in each others presence was merely fifteen minutes as we took turns washing our bodies we couldn’t help but love each other in the process. Even if it was for just a moment just to take our mind off of the task we had to

Overcome today.

He stepped out first drying himself feverishly as I stayed under the water that has now turned cold. The fog from

Our heat escaped the bathroom as he opened the door to the bedroom. I gave it a few seconds letting the cold water run down my neck and chest before turning it off and following in pursuit.

We dressed comfortably. I wore my shirred beige backless hemmed dress with white sandals and he matched with his light brown slacks and white turtle neck. We bonded in the kitchen making our favorites for breakfasts. French toast with bananas, sweet sausage and eggs with a side of chopped fruit.

I like tea.. He likes coffee. I like the smell of coffee... He claims he doesn’t think teas have a smell. I smile to myself at the arguments we have about whether they do or don’t.

It’s the first day of spring, although the sun is out it was still chilly.

“Don’t forget your jacket.”

I rolled my eyes with my back facing him and my right hand on our front doorknob.

“I don’t think it’s that cold outside.”

I tried to convince with no luck. He sucked his teeth making his way to our coat closet and pulling out both our jackets.

“You don’t ever think it’s ‘That Cold’, Alana.”

He took my hand in his as he led me down the hallway, to the elevator and down to the garage to the car. We walked in unison towards his truck, both rounding to the passenger side. He opened the door and I took the passenger seat as he shut my door and rounded to the drivers side.

We drove in a comfortable silence. The stereo playing a random FM radio and his hand clasped over mine on the center console. The streets were quiet as if the day was made for us. No traffic, no loud noise from impatient drivers slamming their fist on the center of their wheel and screaming out their window. The trees were green, vibrant and lively. Although today was the first day of spring it’s has been warm for weeks with slight rain showers allowing the plants of all different shapes and sizes bloom freely.

The people on the side walks walked with purpose as the sun followed us to our destination. I opened the sunroof, The breeze was warm I could feel it on every part of my skin as it blew through my locs and tickled the top of my head. My doctors office wasn’t far but I know Dom took the longer routs just to waste time. Finally pulling into the parking lot. He stepped out first from the parked car and I Waited for him to make his way to my side as he always made me do. ‘Don’t touch my door.’ Was what he always told me. He grabbed ahold of my hand with his left as his right hand held the door open. The wind once again embraced me, it flew past my covered arms, giving me goosebumps, and dipped between my legs lifting my dress. We walked once again hand in hand into the large brick building. Patients, Doctors, Nurses, and other medical staff filled the large common area seemingly wandering aimlessly although I knew they had an agenda.

The secretary gave us directions to outpatient. When we arrived I signed myself in and got my blood pressure taken. We sat in the waiting room listening to the chiming bells and awaiting a nurse to announce my name.

His large fingers danced in my open palm as we watched whatever they had on their main television. A few minutes have gone by since we’ve been seated and I rested my head on his shoulder trying to stay awake.

“Alana Cole.”

my head lifted in response as the nurse smiled from the door way ushering us through. We followed her to an empty office and before she turned to leave she smiled again.

“Dr. Andrews will be in with you in a moment.” She shut the door.

We sat in silence, something that seemed to be in a common repetition for us today. But I could tell this silence more than the others. It was tense. Dom bounced his left leg nervously and roughly massaged my left hand. The weight of the world was on his shoulders for some reason. He breathed heavily and ever time he exhaled he pursed his lips like he wanted to whistle, blowing his cheeks out. I rested my right hand over his eager ones.

“Calm down baby.” I caressed his cheek taking my free hand turning his head away from the door where he stared waiting for the doctor.

I kissed him softly hopefully taking his mind off the inevitable that was sure to come. Even if it was for just a moment.

The doctor entered. Dom stood shaking his hand. I mimicked to not seem rude although it wouldn’t have made a difference.

“How are you guys this morning?”

He asked unease though he tried not to show it.

“We’re doing okay. A little timid if I’m being honest.”

Dom answered. He was scared.

“Well let’s not waste time then.” Dr. Andrews stood, pulling an image from a file folder with my name labeled on it. He attached it to a white board with an LED light on it to see more clearly.

“As you can see here we are in the early stages of Three. Which is a little further than what we were hoping for as far as surgery goes. The tumor has spread from the lower muscular tissue on the left side of you brain down to your left shoulder and c-v in your spine. That’s where the tightness and soreness you were talking about come in. It is still treatable with some chemo radiation therapy.”

“How early can we start therapy?” Dom jumped to the edge of his seat.

He and Dr. Andrews pondered through treatment strategies. I couldn’t help but fall into my own diseased mind. Their voices faded away as I took in my surroundings...

More importantly Dom’s face. His dark curly hair that contrasted perfect with his light brown eyes. The specs of green the surrounded the edges of his iris. His smooth brown skin was Arguably lighter than mine as I spent more Time Outside then he did. His chiseled jaw was perfectly even and his beard connected from his hair line to the end of his chin. He was always so clean shaven. His eyes curved down like a falling crescent moon. And he had the nose bridge of a Nubian prince. His smile was a bright as th-

“How does that sound Ms.Cole..”

Breaking away from my thoughts I smiled at him. I didn’t hear a word he said but did it really matter.

“If I don’t go through with treatment how long would you estimate my time.”

“Oh I’m-. we would have plenty of time if we started this week.“

“If we didn’t?”

“Alana he’s saying we can start trea-“

“I heard what he said baby.... I just want to know.”

The doctor pondered.

“I would estimate roughly eight- ten months if you refuse treatment..”

I nodded understandingly. Picking up my purse and going to shake his hand once again.

“Alana the chances of chemo going well outweighs anything else. And once we are able to shrink the tumor to a manageable size surgery would be just as easy. I would like you to take it into consideration.”

I knodded again holding his one large hand in both of my small ones.

“Thank you.”

I looked back at Dominic expecting my stance to be a signal to him to follow but he seemed to be still processing my choice.

“Dom let’s go.”

he stood from his chair, still dazed by the conversation that happened mere seconds ago, and walked towards the doctor shaking his hand with begging eyes.

“You two have a wander full day.”

We made our way back to the car. The sun was higher in the sky, the heat more prominent. The rays hit our faces as we walked towards the parking lot. I was a foot

In front of him. He treaded slowly behind me but his long legs didn’t allow him to fall far behind. I reached the truck before Dom waiting for him to open the door. He stopped just a hair before me and squinted up at the sky. He took my small hand in his and held on fully as apposed to me holding his pointer and middle. And squeezed . He pulled me

Into him and held me longingly. Kissing the my forehead like it was the first time we were meeting after years of separation but at the same time like we were parting again.

“I love you.” He whispered to the top of my head.

“I love you more...”

“You can be so selfish sometimes...”

He continued. Tears stained his face, falling in pattern onto my forehead and down my face.

“How do you manage, with so much love around you, how do you manage to be so selfish Alana.”

He was angry though he didn’t let go. I was dying and there was nothing he could Do about it.

‘How could I love him and do this to him.’ Is what he wanted to say.

I don’t know how. So I kept quiet.

He wasted no time reaching behind me and opening my door. I sat down and he closed the door roughly trying not to slam it. He made his way to the drivers side.

I watched as he started the engine and put the car into reverse. He tried not to look at me. For the first time I couldn’t tell what he held in his eyes. The mixed emotions that swirled in his golden iris’s were clouded by tears he refused to let fall.

Sitting forward he put the car in drive and clasped his hand over mine on the center console. The drive back home was hotter and the radio played louder to void what would have been an uncomfortable silence.

I don’t get many days like this but when I do I feel it through my body. I feel light, airy, as if if I jumped just a little bit my body would simply float. I didn’t want to ruin it.

#Love #black #black woman #black man #Sage #SageTheGemini #couple #sad #aesthetic #BlackLive #BLM

[vindicatedvirgil]

only fools rush in / part five: power outages can lead to some very bad things

part one | part two | part three | part four

welcome to the angst.

tw: power outage, blood, minor bouts of beat poetry violence, anxiety attack, vague sex mentions.

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It was a dark and stormy night. 

It was midterm season.

They were all crammed into one small study room in the library. Empty potato chip bags littered on the floor, three cardboard cup holders from the nearby coffee shop on the table, the drinks having been consumed long ago. 

Logan and Janus were sitting at the desk, their laptops open in front of them, textbooks sprawled open, and their feet twisted together underneath the table. Logan’s tie was undone and around his shoulders, and Janus had shrugged out of his coat hours ago, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to his elbows.

Patton was laying on his stomach, typing furiously at his laptop that was sitting in front of him; just in front of the laptop was Remus, sitting cross-legged with a textbook on his lap, but he had leaned his head against the wall behind him and dozed off, snoring lightly. Every once in a while Patton would look up from his laptop and smile at his boyfriend. 

Roman was sitting against another wall, legs spread out and Virgil sitting between them, both of their eyes focused on their scripts as they slowly and quietly spoke the words. They’d have to be off-script in less than a month; it had already been two weeks since they were cast.

Remus stirred, rubbing his hand against his face, and he glanced down at Patton, whose legs were swinging gently in the air, his glasses pulled up into his hair, and his eyes drooped shut until he realized it, then he opened them wide, reading the same line from his research on the laptop over and over again. The taller man smiled and lifted the laptop up and set it down on his other side, making the other glance up at him with lidded eyes and a soft smile.

“I think it’s time to get you home, little flower,” Remus’ voice was quiet and soft as he trailed his fingers against Patton’s face, who nodded and sat up, scooting to sit directly next to Remus, his head landing on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “No, don’t go dozing on my shoulder, babe,” he said, but didn’t make a move to get up, and instead wove his fingers through Patton’s, resting his head on the other’s.

From across the room, his twin was watching the interaction, and he had stopped speaking his lines, which made Virgil look back at him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Roman shook his head, plastering a smile on his face as he refocused his eyes on the script. The tall man frowned, pushing the script down, making his boyfriend look at him. “Ro, what’s up?”

“I just…” he glanced at his twin again, whose eyes were closed but he spoke softly to Patton so that no one else could hear what he was saying. “I know they seem happy, but… I don’t buy it.” Virgil’s frown deepened, and he crossed his arms.

“Remus has changed, though…” he said, and Roman sighed, pressing his face into Virgil’s shoulder. “Ro, I know it’s hard, but please, for Patton’s sake, just… let them be.” Roman knew that his boyfriend was right, but after everything he’d been through with Remus, he wasn’t sure if his twin did deserve the happiness that he was getting. But Patton did, and that was enough for him.

And then the lights went out. The room was bathed in darkness, only the emergency lights were on but no one could see anyone else. Roman felt as Virgil tensed up in his arms, a low whimper escaping, and he wrapped his arms tightly around his taller boyfriend.

“What’s happening?” Patton’s voice rang out and there was some clamoring heard, probably him trying to stand up. After a few moments, someone shook the door; but the doors into the study rooms were electric, and it didn’t budge. “Are we… stuck in here?”

“Oh god,” Virgil’s voice was breathy and panicked, and Roman felt him start to shake more. “Jan, I-”

“Roman, keep talking to him and hold him tightly okay? The dark and closed in spaces make him anxious,” Janus’ voice was there, calm and collected, and Roman followed his instructions, lacing his fingers through Virgil’s hair.

“I’m here, V. I’ve got you, okay? Hey, once we get out of here, I’ll walk you home and we can cuddle with the lights on,” he began, trying to speak in a soothing voice. “Where are your headphones? Do you want to listen to some jazz?” He murmured an affirmation and in the dark, Roman ruffled through Virgil’s backpack to find the headphones, then connected the bluetooth to his phone, playing soft jazz for him, cuddling him close by.

Janus and Logan’s hands had met in the darkness, the lights from their laptops fading out since they could do no work with the internet out. Logan’s voice was there, calm, “If you need to go over and sit with Virgil, please do,” he said, but Janus just gripped his hand tighter.

“I need to learn that others can care for him, too,” he said softly, so that no one else could hear him. “If he needs me, I’ll go, but I also need you, Lo.” He scooted his chair closer to Logan’s, his head resting on the astronomy major’s shoulder, and they sat in silence, waiting out the darkness as the wind raged and whistled outside.

Patton had returned to his spot on the floor next to Remus, and the two met eyes in the dim lights, a smirk on Remus’ face, and a pale blush over Patton’s. “Remus, I know that look, but please, the others are here,” he whispered as Remus pressed kisses to his neck, his hand trailing to grip Patton’s hip.

“But, think about it, what if we ran the risk of getting caught, doesn’t that sound… exhilarating to you?” Remus’ voice was low and it sent a shockwave through Patton, who bit his lip to prevent a low whine from escaping his throat. He gripped the front of Remus’ shirt tightly and pulled him so their lips met, and they did their best to be quiet as their hands continued wandering, though not yet dipping below the waistline.

It was like that for a while, each couple buried in the feeling and comfort of their partner, not much attention being paid to the others. That was, until Remus bit a little too hard at Patton’s ear, causing a yelp to come out of the small man. Instantly, Roman was standing, Virgil being pushed aside.

“What the hell are you doing, Remus?” His voice was booming, and Janus leapt into action, taking Virgil into his arms, cradling the shaking man. Logan moved, too, a hand firmly on Roman’s chest. “Get off of him, you’re hurting him!” Roman’s voice was laced with hatred and anger as he shouted those words. Patton stood up, fixing his clothes which had become haphazard with all of the grabbing.

“He’s not hurting me, Ro! We were-” He didn’t finish his sentence, embarrassment clearly in his tone, but no one could see the deep blush that coated his cheeks. “Why would you think he was hurting me?”

“Because his friends hurt me and I can’t trust him to not hurt you!” Roman yelled, trying to push past Logan, but the nerd was surprisingly strong, and kept the theatrical man where he was. “Let me at him!” Remus stepped closer.

“Let him go, Logan. We need to deal with this. It’s been swept under the rug too many times,” Remus said, and Logan stepped behind him, pulling Patton under his arm.

“Roman, please,” Patton whined, his hand trying to reach for the back of Remus’ shirt. “He’s not going to hurt me.”

“You don’t know him like I do, Pat. He’s dangerous. He’s done some awful things, and he hasn’t changed,” Roman said, voice shaking but his voice was shaking with fury. “I wanted to believe that he had changed for the better, but he hasn’t, and I won’t let him hurt you.” Before Patton could respond, Remus’ voice was there, responding.

“You’re wrong, Ro. I have changed. And I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you and that the people I used to be around hurt you, but I’m different now, I swear. I-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as Roman grabbed his shirt, and a clenched fist collided with Remus’ face, knocking him onto the floor. Patton screamed, throwing himself onto Remus to make sure he was okay. 

And then the lights turned on.

Suddenly, Virgil stood up, grabbing his stuff, and stormed out without saying anything. Janus gave a look to Logan, who nodded, and ran after him, not looking back. 

“Hey, hey, look at me, babe. You’re gonna be okay,” Patton’s words were soothing as he grabbed his backpack and rummaged through it for some tissues. He wiped the blood away from Remus’ nose, then pressed against his eye. “It’s going to swell. We should get some ice on it.”

“I’m so sorry, little flower,” Remus’ voice cracked, eyes shut tightly as he tried to stand. Patton stood with him, stabilizing him, and with his free hand he packed up all of their things and slid both of their bags over his shoulder. With a lasting, disappointed look at Roman, he led Remus out of the room, their voices too low for Roman to hear what was being said. 

Logan had returned to his spot, packing up his things and then Janus’. Roman glanced over at him, then sank to his knees, regret filling him. “Did I just fuck up?”

“Logically speaking? Yes.” Logan responded plainly, his eyes not looking towards the theatrical one. “Remus has changed. I know that it can be hard for you to believe that, given your history but… Patton is truly happy with him, and you need to let them be happy. You and Virgil are happy, so I would think it is only logical that you allow your brother to be happy, too.”

“I should check on Virgil,” Roman said, scooting over to pack up his things. Logan slid the straps for his backpack and Janus’ bag over his shoulders then walked over to Roman, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Maybe wait until tomorrow. Go home, get some rest, let it all blow over. Janus can take care of him for the night,” Logan recommended, then gathered the trash the others had scattered, and left, leaving Roman alone on the floor.

When Roman got back to the apartment, all of the lights were out. Patton and Logan were nowhere to be seen, so he figured that they were both spending the night at the other apartment. He showered then got into bed, but laid on his back staring up at his ceiling until the sun started to bleed through the break in his curtains. He fucked up.

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Virgil slammed the door to his bedroom shut. He was surprised that he was able to keep the tears from falling until this moment, but when his knees met the ground and his backpack slumped onto the floor, they fell. His body shook with sobs, and he barely registered Janus’ arms wrapping around him, the soothing tones of his voice lulling him into a sleep.

Once Janus knew that Virgil was asleep for the night, he removed his shoes and headphones, then dimmed the lights in the bedroom and stepped out. When he did so, he saw Remus sprawled on the couch, Patton sitting on the floor with tears tracking down his face and one of Remus’ hands in both of his, and Logan was leaning over him, pressing ice against Remus’ eye. 

“How is he?” Janus asked, exhaustion evident in his voice. Patton glanced over at him, concern in his eyes.

“He passed out as soon as they left the library. Luckily, I was able to help Patton drag him here,” Logan explained, setting the ice down on the coffee table. “How’s Virgil?”

“Asleep. He didn’t say anything, though.” He responded, collapsing onto the chair, pressing his fingers against his forehead. “I’m going to kill Roman if he hurts Virgil.” Patton chewed on his lower lip, eyes focused on Remus. Silence fell over the room as Logan cleaned up the towels and ice he had used.

“Can you help me get him into bed?” Patton finally asked, glancing at Logan and Janus. They both nodded softly, then helped him carry Remus into bed. Once he was in bed, Logan and Janus left, leaving Patton to remove Remus’ bloody shirt, his shoes having been discarded when they entered the apartment. He slid Remus’ jeans off next, then undressed himself, putting on one of Remus’ large shirts. He got under the covers next to Remus, then held him tightly, eyes focused on his boyfriend. Patton wouldn’t be sleeping. He needed to make sure that Remus would be okay.

Outside the bedrooms, Janus buried himself in Logan’s arms, the stress cascading off of him like the sloughing of dirt off of a dirty window in the rain. “Please stay,” he whispered, and Logan nodded, pressing his lips to the top of Janus’ head.

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Remus woke up in his own bed, but the arms that were around him were softer than any pillow could have been. His eyes fluttered open to see Patton staring at him, dark circles under his eyes, hair mussed into a messy bun. “Morning, little flower,” he said weakly, his throat feeling parched. Patton said nothing at first but scrambled to grab his bottle of water, then held it to Remus’ lips.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, setting the bottle back down. Remus shrugged, his hand gravitating towards his face, and it stung a bit when he touched his cheek. “You have a black eye, but Logan examined you and said that you don’t have a broken nose or anything,” Patton explained. “You passed out once we left the library.”

“Is Roman okay?” Remus asked. Patton’s face went hard, and he looked away from Remus.

“Logan and I both spent the night here, so I’m not sure,” he responded, sighing a little. “He said that Roman looked pretty defeated, but…” Patton’s eyes went back to Remus’, and there was a fire behind his pupils that he hadn’t seen before. “I’m pissed at him.”

“No, little flower, it’s fine, I’ve messed up in the past and… I deserved it.” Remus explained, taking one of Patton’s hands in his own. “He never lashed out like that before. I’m glad that he finally did.”

“I’m not. He hurt you, Remus. I won’t let him hurt the man that I-”

He was cut off by Remus leaning up to kiss him softly.

“Don’t, please. You’re too full of emotions right now, Patton, I don’t want you to say something that you’ll regret later,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against his boyfriend’s. “I know you mean it right now, but I don’t want you to say it today and then not feel it tomorrow. Please, Patton.”

-

Janus woke up in Logan’s arms. They were messy last night, their clothes scattered on the floor and he had forgone his usual pillows for Logan’s warm chest after their sloppy sex. Janus felt fidgety as he slid out of Logan’s arms and pulled on his robe.

He prayed that Virgil was still asleep as he crossed the hallway and opened the door to the emo’s room a smidge. Snores were echoing out of the crack in the door, and Janus breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. He sat on the desk chair, and watched Virgil for a long time. Long enough for Logan to bring him in a cup of coffee. Long enough for Remus to peek in and apologize quietly for what had happened.

When Virgil woke up, the first thing he saw was Janus, sipping on his mug of coffee. He felt groggy, and it took a few moments for him to recall the events of what had happened in the study room. When he did, there was a visible shake in his hands.

“Are you okay?” Janus’ voice was smooth, and Virgil just shrugged, not trusting his own voice. Virgil met his eyes, then glanced at the door and back to him. Janus nodded in understanding; they had been friends for so long that they understood exactly what the other person was asking, even if it was just with their eyes. “Remus is okay. Patton took good care of him, and I think they are eating breakfast right now. Logan spent the night, but he will be going back to their apartment soon since he has some school work to finish up. No one has heard from Roman.”

“I should call him,” Virgil started, but hesitated when Janus frowned at his sentence. “He messed up, Janus. He needs to know that.”

“I think he does. But please, Virgil. Take it easy today,” Janus’ voice was pleading, but Virgil just shook his head. 

“Do you know what happened between them?” he asked. Janus’ frown deepened.

“I only know the miniscule parts of the story that Remus has relayed to us both,” he explained, and Virgil nodded. “That his high school friends made fun of and then physically hurt Roman, that Remus and all of his friends ended up in jail one night, and that Remus and Roman both had to go to therapy for a long time.”

“Roman won’t talk about it. I tried asking, but he changes the subject every time. He’s scared that it’ll happen again, that it’ll happen to Patton,” Virgil said, hugging one of his pillows tightly. “He was in the wrong to punch Remus, but… I think I’d probably do the same if one of my best friends was with someone who had caused me so much pain in the past. I’d punch Logan for you.”

“You love him,” Janus said plainly, but Virgil didn’t respond. Janus knew Roman screwed up, but he also knew that Virgil was happy with Roman, happier than he’d ever been, and if Janus had to pick up the pieces and stick them back together, despite everything, he’d do it. For Virgil. “Look. I know it’s scary. And this whole situation with Remus... it’s… complicated. But don’t let that stop you from opening up to Roman, okay? He had one small slip up, and… Remus has accepted that he deserved it. So we should all accept it, too.”

“I don’t want to lose him, Jan,” Virgil said, the words gushing out of his mouth. “What do I do?”

-

Roman was still in bed. He heard someone get home and shower, then he heard typing, so he figured that it was Logan working on his assignments. He wished he could sleep, but he kept running the events through his head over and over again, glancing every once in a while at his phone; he had turned it off hours ago. 

He heard a knock at the front door and some chatter, and then the door to his bedroom was opening, Virgil’s head peeking in.

“Virgil, I-”

“You just... be quiet for a second, okay?” Virgil said, stepping in. He set his backpack down on the ground and then crossed his arms, looking at Roman intensely. “You shouldn’t have punched Remus. It was wrong, and even though he has accepted that he deserved it, you still hurt Patton. And you made my anxiety attack worse in the process. I was so scared for you, and for Remus.” He took a deep breath, eyes trailing to the pile of clothes on the ground. “I know things are hard with you and Remus, but, as someone who has lived with him for a while and has seen the growth he’s made? He deserves to be happy with Patton.”

“I’m so sorry, Virgil,” Roman’s voice cracked, and he fought the tears that were tempting to release from his eyes. “I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done that, I was just so angry. It reminded me so much of what had happened so long ago.” Virgil stepped out of his shoes and got onto the bed with Roman, taking his hands in his. “I just… lost it for a moment. I promise I’ve never punched anyone before.”

“I know, I believe you,” Virgil said softly, scooting closer to him. Roman pressed their foreheads together. “We’re going to be okay, Ro.”

“Is Remus okay?” Roman asked hesitantly.

“Patton took good care of him. He’ll be good as new in a few days, I’m sure,” Virgil smiled weakly. “It’s Remus. You and I both know that he bounces back quickly.” Roman let out a low laugh at this, and Virgil twisted his fingers in Roman’s hair. “I like you a lot, Roman. If I had said anything last night, I might have said something stupid that I didn’t mean. But I like you a lot, and you’re not going to scare me away that easily.”

“Okay, good,” Roman breathed out, as that was a concern that he had been holding tightly to his chest all night. “I don’t want to lose you, V. I… I love you.” The words came out before he could stop them, and a look of surprise crossed Virgil’s face, and then one of terror. “Shit. I’m sorry. You don’t need to say it back until you’re ready. I just…” He sighed, but then Virgil smiled at him and kissed him.

“Thank you, Ro,” he said between kisses. “I’m not ready to say it yet. Once I am, I promise I’ll tell you.” Roman let out a sigh of relief as Virgil resumed kissing him, their bodies pressing together.

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teaser for part six: a twin and twelve tattoos

“The day Roman was hurt, I tried to stop them. So, they hurt me too,” Remus’ voice was shaky, and Patton pulled him into his arms. “He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that they hurt me, too. I had to protect him, Patton. I tried my best. I didn’t know that they’d hurt him, I swear.”

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[mchutchmendes]

Island Records

Hi everyone. So I wrote a thing. A Shawn Mendes thing. My first Shawn pic so please be kind and let me know what you think.

BIGGEST of thank you’s to my girl, @shawnase for encouraging me to write and for editing and your feedback and love! I appreciate it! 

Warnings? Idk how to do these...swearing? Just super awkward fluff? 

Reader's POV

“So all you have to do when the phone rings is answer and say ‘Thank you for calling Island Records how may I help you?’ If they want to be transferred to someone, check to make sure whomever they are looking to speak to isn’t in a meeting or on their ‘do not transfer to me list’. If you aren’t sure what they are asking for just put them on hold and ask someone for help.”

“Uhh what do I do if the person is on their ‘do not transfer list’?” you asked nervously, tucking a piece of hair behind ear and out of our face. You were only minutes into your new job as a secretary for Island Records. You were trying to keep your ‘first day jitters’ under wraps but Chelsea, who was training you, was running through everything so fast you couldn’t keep up. You could feel the nervous sweat start to glisten on your brow and hoping you weren’t sweating through the white blouse you wore. You were already regretting wearing your somewhat tight pencil skirt on your first day, making it hard to breathe where it hugged your waist. But you wanted to go for the classic secretary and okay you'll admit it, cliché, look on your first day as a secretary.

“You just tell them they are out of the office right now or in a meeting and send them right to voicemail. Look you can see everyone’s extensions and schedules right here,” Chelsea points nonchalantly to the calendar on the desktop in front of you as you try to scribble down notes of everything she is saying furiously.

“You’ll be fine. This job is easy as pie. I will be in meetings all day but if you need me come find me.” Chelsea waved a hand so casually in the air as she floated off down one of the many hallways of this maze of an office building.

Great. Yeah I will be sure to interrupt your meetings if I need help transferring a call. You took in a heavy sigh and started sifting through the papers on your new desk trying to mask the panic that was surely written on your face.

Grabbing the travel mug of coffee you brought with you, the cup being the size of your face, which thankfully was not accidentally left on the counter at home on your bolt out the door, you closed your eyes and took a sip trying to calm your nerves. Setting the mug down on the desk you grabbed the stack of papers next to you, the ones Chelsea left you for instructions with “what to do if” scenarios. You heard the front door chime as someone entered the lobby of the building and you immediately started to sweat, more than you already were. At that same moment the phone started ringing off the hook, making you jump out of your own skin and accidentally knock your coffee over spilling it all over your brand new desk’s contents and computer. Immediately leaping out of your chair, you grab the phone and in a panicked rushed voice saying “Island Records y/n speaking, please hold,” putting the call on hold and slamming it back down into the receiver.

“Fuck me!” you moan falling back into your chair as you frantically grab Kleenex to try to soak up the coffee dripping everywhere, trying to salvage anything you can.

Pulling you out of your own misery comes a mans voice, “I’m sorry?” You had forgotten you were not alone in the lobby of the office, adding a whole new rush of nerves and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

Still dabbing up spilled coffee from your desk, your face turning 500 shades of red from embarrassment, you slowly look up to see the man in front of you. Your eyes glance up his toned body finally reaching his face that had a small smirk settled on his lips. He was a thin man but broad and muscular with the most beautiful head of dark brown curly locks you had ever seen. But what your eyes settled on past his deliciously rosy cheeks were his soft honey-like hazel eyes.

“Oh god! I am so sorry you heard me say that,” you mentally scold yourself for swearing so loud in your first hour on the job, “How can I help you?” you sincerely ask the strangely familiar face, stopping mid dab of the coffee pooling on your desk.

A sweet chuckle escaped his full lips “I think I should be asking you that!” As he lurched forward towards the Kleenex box to help you attempt to salvage what is left on your desk. Missing the tissue box by mere centimeters, his tattooed hand bumps into your already half empty coffee mug, spilling it all down the front of your white blouse and into your lap. Your eyes snapped shut as you felt whatever remained of the burning hot liquid pour out all over your body, you reached your hand down to pick up the problematic mug and set it back onto your desk hopefully once and for all.

With the most horrified look on his face your eyes both lock for a moment both of you unsure what to do next. Time stood still, a few seconds felt like hours, just the two of you alone in this agonizing moment. This excruciating embarrassing moment, but a moment nonetheless.

Feeling the coffee seep further into your clothes, your white v-neck blouse starting to stick to your chest and surely making it look like you were the newest contestant in a wet T-shirt contest. You notice his eyes dip down to take in your now more well defined curves and see his tongue dart out to wet his bottom lip ever so slightly.

Your brain tried to quickly assess what the hell had just happened in quite possibly the worst minute of your life. Trying to hold back tears over the fact that you now have to spend the rest of your first day on your new job with your newly tan, no longer white top smelling like a Starbucks barista.

“Oh shit. I am so sorry about that!” the beautiful stranger said pulling you out of your thoughts. His cheeks seemed to fill with even more color now than before. “I only meant to help stop the damage on your desk and now I ruined your clothes too,” he finished with a sad look in his eyes as he looked you up and down. Something about his eyes on you made your body temperature rise and you knew it had nothing to do with the hot coffee spilled all over you.

“Oh pfft that’s okay its no big deal, honestly” you brushed him off trying to play it cool going back to cleaning your desk you picked up papers to try to see what you could save if air-dried. Remembering your actual job in this building you shook your head to clear your mind of the past few moments “oh shoot I am sorry how can I help you again?”

“Oh right” he chuckled running his fingers through his long dark curls pushing them up and out of his face, “I have a meeting at 9:30. My name is Shawn,” as he stuck out a hand to shake yours looking at you expectantly waiting for you to return the exchange.

Hesitating to return the gesture, you assumed most of the people you interacted with in this job would not bat an eyelash at who you were, let alone introduce themselves you. Finally you returned the greeting taking his outstretched hand in yours, “Y/N”.

The most delicious smile curled on his lips as he repeated “Y/N” quietly to himself and it felt like electricity coursing through your body as you felt his warm soft touch in your hand. Getting lost in his gaze you shake your head, breaking yourself free of his trance, dropping his hand immediately missing the warmth of his touch on your skin.

“Right okay…. 9:30 meeting. Let me just take a look here” as you rifle through the papers on your desk, “I am sorry I am a such mess – besides the spilled coffee I mean- today is my first day so I don’t really know where anything is…” you trail off trying to fill the air while you frantically search your desk for the calendar.

Shawn leans on your desk, arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips, watching you struggle to find something that will help give you a clue as to what the day’s meetings were.

“A-ha! Got it!” finally with a triumphant smile you pulled out the schedule calendar already open to today’s events you run your finger down the day looking for a Shawn, “hmm oh okay here it is 9:30 meeting for Mr. Turner with……Shawn Mendes” you say as his name slowly rolls off your tongue. Shawn. Mendes. Fuck. That’s why he looked so familiar!

“Yep, you’ve got me, Y/N” as he leans back and stands up straight, hearing your name again come from his full lips sounding like sweet honey.

Surely a new color of red was just invented for the shade your cheeks had turned as you replayed the last few minutes you’d spent with him. Wondering how you could be so dumb, how you were unable to piece together who he was – you are a secretary at a record label for cryin’ out loud.

“Okay….cool. Shawn Mendes, yeah great….um please take a seat and I will let someone know you are here,” you wave over to the empty couches to your right, offering him a seat. Not believing the sentence that just came out of your mouth. Totally normal, we got this y/n act cool. Shawn Mendes standing in front of you just like any other Monday morning.

Shawn smiles politely at you, bringing a hand up through his curls, starting towards the couches before turning back to you. “Listen I feel really bad about spilling coffee all over you. Is there something I can do to make it up to you, Y/N?” He asks with the softest eyes and biggest puppy dog look on his face.

“Oh no. I’ll be fine, thank you though.”

Walking back over to your desk closing the space between you, “Are you sure? Your white shirt is a mess… oh I know here take my shirt” he says as he starts to lift his shirt over his head, you can see just the start of his six pack abs and the start of his V taking your gaze lower on his body.

Stopping yourself from drooling and from having Shawn Mendes stripping in the lobby of your building – not that you really wanted to stop him- you rush to reach your hands out to stop his arms from lifting his shirt any further up his body. “Really! I am sure! Thank you though, I really appreciate the gesture.”

Creating space between the two of you, you hastily walk back over to your desk trying to get this conversation back onto a professional level, “I will let someone know you are here Mr. Mendes. Someone will be down shorty to take you to your meeting.” Clicking on the schedule on your desktop to check Shawn into the building, notifying Mr. Turner that Shawn was here for their meeting

“Mr. Mendes?” Shawn looked taken aback, hand on his chest acting as if you had offended him, “Don’t get formal on me now y/n, please just call me Shawn,” he said as he took a seat on one of the couches, staring at you intently from across the room with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“Right, sorry Shawn. They will be down to get you shortly,” you said with a polite tight smile. Trying to remain professional and keep whatever poise you had left after what had transpired before.

You busied yourself with your desk trying to finish cleaning up the mess that had been made. Avoiding looking in his general direction felt like a forced game that you didn’t want to be playing, wanting nothing more than to just eye him from your desk. Any time you felt brave enough to glance in his direction his gaze was burning into you and immediately made you look away. Feeling goosebumps arise on your skin just from the way his eyes bore into you.

The minutes that it took for Chelsea to come grab Shawn to escort him to his meeting felt like an eternity.

As he got up from the couch to go with Chelsea to his meeting, he strode over to you one last time.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” the word ‘pleasure’ rolling off his tongue in a sinful way, “sorry again about your coffee. Oh and by the way, you still have someone on hold.”

“Oh shit!” You squealed reaching for the phone receiver, completely forgetting about the person you put on hold from coffee spill number one. He chuckled devilishly as he walked away enjoying getting one last panicked rise out of you.

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Shawn’s POV

Concentration was at an all time low during this meeting about a few of your upcoming shows and some PR that was planned. Your mind traveling back down to the main lobby to the secretary that had just run your emotions through the ringer.

Sinful thoughts crossed your mind during your meeting and there was little you could do about it. The way that when you had regretfully, but in a way thankfully, spilled coffee all down her front seeing the way her shirt clung to her chest, leaving little to the imagination. Trying to keep yourself calm at the thought of getting to see her hopefully without her shirt on as she lay underneath you.

The way her skin glistened as the coffee dipped down her front. Wondering if her skin would shine just the same if you had her in your shower.

The way her cheeks became flushed and rosy anytime you came within close proximity to her, wondering to yourself if those sweet full cheeks would could go a shade redder as you get her to scream your name for the first time.

The way her skin felt so soft to the touch just by a mere handshake. Almost salivating at the thought of running your hands over every possible inch of her body.

Even just the shape of her body perfectly formed in her pencil skirt showing off her well-defined curves.  You could feel the blood rushing down south and yourself hardening at the fantasy of one day getting to push that skirt up her thighs and taking her right on her desk.

The way that her- “Shawn? Does that sound good to you?”

Snapping you out of your fantasy and the blood rush to your face in slight embarrassment, “Hmm? Sorry- yeah that all sounds great.”

As you tried to stay focused for the remainder of your meeting, your thoughts drifted back to Y/N every so often, trying to keep your thoughts more innocent to avoid walking out of your meeting with a hard on. You wracked your brain on how to talk to her again.

Once your meeting was finally complete, feeling like every minute in there was an hour, you made your way down on the elevator and tried your best to linger in the lobby without being too obvious. Finding new interest in whatever three month old magazine was left near the waiting area, you were carefully watching Y/N out of the corner of your eye, waiting for your moment to approach her. But it seemed like today was this was the place to be. Y/N was answering the phone that seemed to ring once every 30 seconds or directing guests once checked in to the waiting area couches, where you were patiently waiting for her.  You'd never know it was her first day with how well she seemed to handle herself after this mornings coffee catastrophe. You had caught her eye a few times and exchanged flirtatious smiles back and forth. Watching her work was a show in of its own, giving your thoughts some extra fuel for later when you were home alone. Taking a break from oogling the secretary, looking at the numerous messages you'd missed from Andrew, you realized you had been meandering around the lobby of your record label for a half hour longer than you should have been just to try to talk to her. You had been so caught up in her that you were now running late for another meeting and bolted for the front door.

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Reader's POV

Shawn had been sitting in the lobby like a patient puppy waiting his turn, eagerly returning your smile any time you were able to steal a glance over at him.

You had been so busy that morning with learning the ropes of your new job and handling the steady stream of traffic that seemed to endlessly flow in and out of your front doors that you barely had a chance to offer another thought to this morning’s mishap. So Shawn reappearing and trying to nonchalantly linger in the lobby came as a surprise. At first you wondered if he was waiting for someone but as he sat there and made small talk with random guests, making no move to leave for the better part of twenty minutes you were a little dumbfounded. He cannot possibly be waiting here for me... he is Shawn Freakin' Mendes and I am no one! Shaking the thought from your mind you answered the never ending ringing phone, "Island Records, this is Y/N , how can I help you?"

A few more minutes passed and you seemed to have caught a lull in the chaos. You expectantly look up from your desk hoping to see chocolate curls waiting for you but the smile on your face drops as your eyes scan the room, realizing that he's no longer there. Ha. See. I knew it, it was all in your head. No way in hell he was waiting here for me.

Chalking this morning's events up to being an embarrassing freak accident on your first day, one story I am sure your friends will beg you to tell over and over to get a good laugh, you went about surviving the rest of your day. To be fair, you thought the day went pretty well. You only hung up a few calls, on accident of course and only managed to transfer one person that was on a 'do not transfer list', so all in all it could have gone worse.

Watching patiently as the clock hit 5pm, the most beautiful hour of the day meaning you were home free, you grabbed your bags and tried your best non-sprint but really was a sprint for the front door. Walking out the door with your attention drawn to your bag as you searched for your cell phone and headphones, your body comes to a screeching halt as it bumps into something. The something that you clumsily ran into made an "oof" sound. Immediately apologizing to whoever you just bodychecked, "Fuck my bad. Shit! I am so sorry that was totally my fault! I wasn't paying attention" you finished as you finally looked up at who you just hit, who was now emitting the most beautiful chuckle at your expense.

Shawn. Mendes. This guy again? What the actual hell. Confusion visibly running all over your face, you try to cut to the chase as to why he was reappearing in your day for the third time. "Oh, uh, hey Shawn, you probably don't remember me...Y/N, we met earlier, you might recognize me from the coffee stained look I was going for this morning," you rambled on as you gestured to your tanned outfit. Forgetting what you were trying to get at as he had put his hand on your forearm to steady you from your head on collision, feeling the warmth of his hand spread through your body like wildfire. "Did...did you forget something inside? I can try to call someone to unlock the door to get it fo-"

"No, no no," he cut you off thankfully, to save yourself from spewing nonsense for the next minute. "I actually came back to try to catch you leaving. I waited to see you before but forgot about another meeting I had."

He barely finished his sentence before you countered, "Wait. What? Why?" Taking the bewildered expression written on your face to a whole new level.

"Well I still feel bad about earlier and wanted to see if I could make it up to you.....so are you free tonight?"

"Oh, Shawn, I'm sorry," you say taken aback by his request, "I actually have dinner plans tonight, I'm going out to celebrate surviving my first day."

Watching the smile drop from his face causing a pang to strike your chest, "Right! Of course, I am sure your boyfrie-"

"Nope. No. Single. No boyfriend here," you cut him off before he can even think about finishing the word. Smooth. Fucking smooth. If ever there was a face palm moment, this was it, wishing you could rewind the past 30 seconds to avoid sounding so desperate. "But I am free tomorrow," you recover your misstep.

The smile that beamed from his beautifully full lips caused butterflies to race through your body, "I was thinking I could take you out to grab some coffee?" he smirked.

Causing a snort to involuntarily escape your mouth, "How about we stick to water since it seems coffee is too much for either of us to handle."

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[r-ahh-mi]

Pacify (Rami Malek Smut)

This smut was inspired by an ask I got about THAT sensuuaalll audio involving the lovely Rami Malek. Hope this doesn’t disappoint; Enjoy xx

Warning: Unprotected Sex, Swearing, and some Angst.

Word Count: 3.3k (sorry, but absolutely not sorry)

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This smut is completely based off of this audio and I high recommend you listen to it and then listen to it 10 more times prior to reading: x

Winter was still holding on to the last days of March when we had the fight.

It was our first screaming match that left both of us heated and furious with the other. We both said terrible, awful things to the other in order to prove our side of the argument and, honestly, I had never seen that side of me or Rami before, but we both had to equally share the blame because neither of us stepped in and embraced the other, instead we pierced each others hearts with our words and this ultimately resulted in Rami storming out of our front door.

He walked out without so much as a word or indication of where he was going, but, at that very moment, I didn’t even care. His spewed words had damaged me so deeply that I didn’t even sleep in our shared bed, but resorted to the sofa instead. Sure it was uncomfortable, but I, in general, felt uncomfortable and anything was better than being in a space that we had shared intimate memories in and a room that still smelled of him and had him all over the place.

Now, it has been 48 hours. Again, zero calls, zero texts...

I felt afraid.

So fucking afraid that this was it. Everything that we had built up in our relationship was being thrown out the fucking window over a fight that, now seemed so trivial. All I wanted was to be near him again and to feel him again, but I was too scared to be the first to reach out, in fear that he was still tender and reeling from our altercation.

But he was my boy and god did I want my fucking boy back.

His anger driven words had consumed me when he first spoke them, but now I knew he was saying it all out of anger and, in all honesty, none of his or my words were worth this. Worth throwing everything away.

I just miss my fucking boy.

I’d spent most of my time on the couch-eating, sleeping, crying, mentally scorning myself. I hadn’t changed out of the pajama’s I was wearing, when we had our fight, I hadn’t showered, I had barely eaten. The only thing I could muster enough strength to do is brush my teeth and get up to grab another box of tissues as I let my pain flow freely down my cheeks.

Some re-run of a comedic television show was playing on the screen as I stared mindlessly, not paying honest attention to the plot, the character, or even what the fuck the show was. All I wanted was him right now; he was the person to comfort in situations like these and to tell me everything was going to be okay and stroke my hair as I cried into his shoulder, but right now all i had was matted hair and a throw blanket stained with my tears to comfort me and it wasn’t doing a damn thing to help ease this agonizing pain and fear that I felt.

Loud thumping footsteps in the hallway immediately drew my attention. As crazy as it was, I knew the sounds of him moving and living and breathing and, yes I know, crazy, but they sounded like his movements. After a couple minutes of silence, I gave up hope that it was him, until I heard the loud noise of the front door opening and closing.

I jerked my head over in the direction and saw him standing there. His condition was similar to mine; same clothes, untamed hair, and puffy eyes stared back at me as he stood in the doorway, probably feeling the exact same way I was-cautious, yet wanting to run into each others arms.

His footsteps were loud as his loafers pattered across the hardwood floor over to our bedroom as I watched him slip off his shoes and undo his tie, flinging it on a nearby chair.

“It’s cold in here”, his voice echoed from the other room.

I cracked a pathetic excuse for a smile, if you could even call it that. He was always one to complain about how cold I liked our home to be, but without him here to complain, the temperature remained to my liking and I hated it. I wanted nothing more than for him to turn the temperature up, without my knowledge, like he always does, and then we play fight over a suitable temperature that we could both live with. 

I watched him slump down into a seated position on the edge of our bed as he rubbed his temple, wincing in pain, presumably from a headache that he often got when he was very tired or very stressed.

“Do you ever feel like you’re dying inside?”, he choked out as his gaze remained fixed on the floor.

I couldn’t help but let a soft sob audibly fall from my lips as he then looked directly at me as he said those words. Those completely heart stricken words.

I knew I felt the exact same thing because Rami was a big part of my life that made it worth living and without his presence, what was the point? He was my happiness, my comforter, my confidant, my friend, and my lover through thick and thin, but right now we weren’t keeping our vows to one another. In sickness and in health can seem so literal, but sickness can also mean when anything in general just isn’t right and we weren’t right right now.

Without a word, I stood up from the couch, shifting my body a little to allow it to regain its strength and mobility that it had been stripped of during these past two days. My feet were slow and shuffling, but they moved closer and closer to our bedroom and, specifically, to Rami.

His red eyes watched my every move as I came to stand in front of him with a foots length, or maybe even less, between us. We both stood just staring at the other, taking in each others appearance and evaluating the result of this fight. I for one never, ever wanted to fight like this again; this pain was much too much to bare and the constant anxiety of thinking I had lost him for good had eaten me away for far too long for my liking, and even now, I had no idea what he was thinking, Maybe he was actually done with me and simply stopped by to tell me himself.

Just as my thoughts began to drift to the worst of outcomes, I felt his hands barely graze my fingers. He seemed so scared to touch me, like i’d flinch or flee any second or that he would wake up from this dream he was having where we were both in the presence of one another again. Thankfully, this was anything but a dream and we needed to fix this; we needed to fix us.

I took the initiative and pushed my fingers in between his and grasped his hands tightly with mine as we both continued to just look at each other, silently apologizing and pleading with the other. Mutely calling each other stupid and childish and banishing the fight from our memories so we could get back to normal again.

Without a single word I pressed my lips to his. This kiss wasn’t normal either, it was passionate, it was sorrowful, and it was lustful all wrapped into one and Rami’s hand immediately went to the back of my head, pushing our mouths even closer together as his actions let me know he felt the same and he wanted this just as much as I did.

Our tongues and lips quickly moved with one another, synchronizing perfectly , just like we always had before, as our hot, audible breath was furiously filling up the room.

I let both of my legs move to either side of Rami as I lifted myself onto the bed and straddled his waist and began to grind my hips against his groin area. His erection soon became quite noticeable as I felt it brush against my clit through his pants as I continued to rock my hips against him.

Now, Rami wasn’t usually too vocal, letting out noises of passion when necessary, but tonight he wasn’t holding back. His soft, yet heavy breathing against my mouth was making my core drip with desire to feel him inside of me..but I wanted this to be slow. I wanted to feel every inch, fuck, every centimeter he had to give me. I wanted to hear everything, taste everything; I wanted all he had to offer and I wanted it slow and good.

“Lift up your shirt.”

Instantly, I pulled away from Rami, just enough so I could lift the fabric off of my body and fling it to the floor, leaving the upper half of my body completely naked; Rami following suite as he lifted his own shirt off of his body and brought his hands to my back as he pressed my bare chest against his, also, naked chest.

Both of your hearts were beating frantically, pounding out of your chests as they thumped against one another while our kisses became much, much more desperate, almost mirroring the first time we had sex with each other. Both so nervous, desperate, turned on, and deprived of one another; we couldn’t get enough and even the slightest of movements or grabs of the others body was giving us borderline heart attacks, yet we would never stop and no fucking way was I stopping now.

As much as I didn’t want to, I climbed off of Rami’s flustered body, to which he responded with a whimper, and planted my two feet on the carpeted floor as I tucked my fingers in the elastic of my pajama pants and my panties. Slowly, I pulled the two pieces of fabric down my legs; Rami’s eyes watching my every move as if he were taking a photograph with his mind whilst I finally became fully nude in front of him.

Rami’s blue toned eyes were terrifyingly dark in this moment as he shamelessly eyed up every inch of skin that I was exposing to him and it wasn’t long before he was tugging his jeans and briefs down his legs to join me in complete naked vulnerability.

He looked glorious clothed, but god damn did he look even better with absolutely nothing covering up his glistening tan skin that was just asking me to devour every inch.

Removing my eyes from his face, I let my gaze slide down his body; it started at his thick neck and moved down to the toned chest that I’d clung on to so many times while he fucked me senseless. Next, his tight stomach..his v shaped hips..

I let my gaze flicker back up to his eyes, briefly, before I got on my knees in front of him and moved my gaze down to his, now unclothed, erection. His tip was searing hot as I lightly tapped the skin with my finger, moving the pre-cum, that had developed from his slit, around the head as Rami continued to loudly let out strangled breaths.

I continued teasing his tip with my finger, never fully touching his cock until I felt his fingers spread out against my scalp, gently raking his fingers through my hair and moving any locks covering up my face. He simply looked at me and I knew he was pleading. He wanted my lips so bad and I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in this very moment.

My eyes remained glued to his as I took his tip in my mouth, slowly moving my tongue around the sensitive skin as Rami continued moving his hands in my hair and wincing as I gave him a hard suck and then removed him completely from my mouth. 

I repeated this popping motion a couple times before moving my mouth along his cock, slowly, slowly, slowly bobbing my head along his member as he kept his eyes fully focused on me. He never once urged me to go faster, simply letting me take my time to eat him up and show him how sorry I was and how much I loved pleasing him with my mouth.

Soon, Rami’s hips began to roll with my movements, ever so often, pushing his cock gently against the inside of my cheek or further down my throat until he grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled my mouth away from him so I could come into a standing position.

My bottom lip was tugged between my teeth as I practically pounced on him, feeling our naked bodies mesh with one another while I left sloppy kisses to his sharp jawline and leaving trails of saliva as I bit and sucked on his favorite spot just below his ear, causing him to let out an equally whiny and breathy moan as his hands grasped my ass, squeezing them firmly.

In one swift movement, Rami had flipped our bodies, causing his to hover above mine as he rested between my spread legs. His lips immediately went to my breasts as he pressed loving kisses to each of them before lapping his tongue around one of the nipples. My hips bucked upwards as his erection poked into my thigh, teasing me, as Rami continued making out with each of my breasts, making each nipple feel loved and sensitive.

We both kept eye contact as Rami pulled away from my chest and pressed his erect cock into my, already soaking wet, entrance. We both winced and moaned at the contact that somehow felt so much more different this time. It was as if our bodies were saying i’m sorry where the words were failing us and with every pleasure fueled movement and loving gaze and adoring touch we were saying a perfect apology to one another.

Rami kept a slow speed, at first, as he continued moving in and outside of me, letting me feel ever vein and twitch of his cock as he pulsated against my walls. My hands flew up to his hair as I pulled his lips down to mine, feeling and hearing his hot breath against my tongue as he fucked me right.

I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts as we rocked together; his cock buried deep in my pussy as he began to speed up his thrusting movements, filling me up entirely and sending sharp tingles through my ridged walls all the way to my thighs as they lightly shook beneath him.

I adored missionary with Rami, he made the simple position so pleasurable, but right now I wanted nothing more then to sink into him and let me do all the work and him enjoy what I had to offer him.

I removed my hands, which were raking down his back and pushing his lower body deeper into me, away from his body as I pressed my both of my hands against his chest, making his movements stop.

He looked so confused and so sad, I almost drew my hands away and let him keep continuing until we were both cumming with each other, but I wanted to make him feel and let him lay there, in completely relaxation and pleasure as I made him feel so, so good.

My hands forced Rami down onto his back as I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and letting myself hover over him as I brought my lips to his and we kissed; simply just kissed and relished in our love and who we had both become while loving each other and growing with each other.

In desperation, Rami started moving his hips, forcing the tip of his cock to tap my clit and I knew I couldn’t deny him this pleasure anymore and I, also, didn’t want to. Whatever he needed, I wanted to be the one to give it to him.

Gripping his shaft in my hand, I lowered myself onto him as he went even deeper inside of me, making me feel every pleasurable inch he had to offer, all the while, Rami took in a sharp and silent breath, making the room quiet, for the first time since we started making love, then let out a loud audible groan as I started grinding my hips against him.

My hand on Rami’s chest held me up and assisted me in keeping a neither slow, nor fast, but medium pace as his hands came to rest on my hips, helping guide my movements as his stuttered breath continued to make me ache even more just from the noises he was making. 

Rami continued guiding my hips against his, perfectly assisting my body to move so I was fully feeling the sensation of him inside of me as well as the brief friction my clit was getting from gliding across his body. I kept my eyes fixed on him; adoring the sweaty man with a creased forehead as he tried to hold in the orgasm I could tell he was desperately trying to put off until I came. He always wanted me to cum first, always. 

As he tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, his quiet ‘mmm’ sounding groans hummed throughout the room as he watched the space where our bodies were deeply connected and working with the other in a perfect mechanic motion. 

My orgasm was bubbling and I was in much too needy of a spot to be slow or averaged pace right now as I sped up my movements and began furiously grinding my hips as Rami started moving his own hips, thrusting upwards hitting the most euphoric spot. It didn’t take long for me to be mixing ‘oh fuck’ and ‘rami’ as I felt my orgasm crash into my body with full force. I briefly closed my eyes during my orgasm, but when I opened them back up Rami was staring directly at me, a half smile on his lips as his teeth still kept his bottom lip tucked in.

I slowed my grinding movements, earning a whimper from Rami, but only to catch my breath for a moment before I moved slowly upwards with Rami still inside of me and then slid my wet pussy back down his shaft.

He immediately responded by rolling his head back against the pillow and letting a ‘mmmm’ and ‘ooo’ sounding moan rip from his lips at a loud volume. I smiled, admiring the mess I was making of him and bounced on his dick at a fast pace; knowing he was close to orgasm, I didn’t want to tease him any more than he had done so to himself by holding in his own orgasm. 

He let out one last breathy moan before he shot his load inside of me, furiously thrusting his hips up to meet my bouncing movement as he rode out his high by burying himself as deep inside of me as he could.

I watched as his once heaving chest attempted to return back to normal pace as he opened his eyes to look at me. We were both smile at each other and I giggled as he dramatically let out a satisfied and spent, breathy ‘ohh’. 

We didn’t say anything words. No ‘thank you’s’ or ‘holy fuck’s’, we just used our intertwined bodies to speak for us as Rami would occasionally press a kiss to my sweaty forehead and I would grasped his hand in mine and press a kiss to each knuckle.

This was the best apology we had ever expressed to one another and it wasn’t even with our words, but with our bodies.

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[sarcasticbabywhispererjess]

The movie “Secret Obsession” opens with the main character Jennifer being chased through a rest stop bathroom by a knife wielding maniac. She escapes out into the rain (very dramatic), gets hit by a car and is subsequently brought to the hospital. 

The following happens in the hallway of the hospital and OR...

Bagging patient randomly off and on.

“She’s going into v-fib.” (closed captioning says v-tach)

No compressions are started.

“She’s unstable.” (no shit)

No one starts compressions… way to fail ACLS step 1. Get on the chest!

“We need to start compressions.” Yes, please!

No one actually starts compressions, but someone does listen to her with a stethoscope.

“Miss can you hear me?” She’s in v-fib and you’re not doing compressions, her brain isn’t being perfused… she ain’t gonna answer you, doc.

“She’s unresponsive.” Ya think?

“I’m losing a pulse.” She’s been in v-fib, but had a pulse this whole time? I think your monitor is faulty. Also, why start compressions if there’s a pulse… not that they have done any compressions so far.

Still no compressions.

Shocks with 300 joules… with paddles that we don’t ever use anymore. (You don’t shock with 300 joules on any defibrillators, 120-200 on biphasic, or 360 on monophasic… yes I looked this up.)

“Bradycardia. 30… 90/50.”

Patient is in an organized rhythm and has a pretty good BP.

“Charge to 360”  What?! Why?! Shocks her again. 

WTF?! Why did you shock her? You don’t shock bradycardia.

“Get another amp of epi”… shocks again. 

That was three shocks in like a minute… never any compressions.

Pulse is now 75… they call it a success and say they can start surgery.

That was a DISASTER of a code. I get that it’s a movie, but codes are exciting when you follow actual ACLS guidelines (less defibrillating though), they didn’t need to do this. Plus, just edit and reorder some of those lines and it would have made more sense. Also... 

DO SOME FUCKING COMPRESSIONS!

Ok, below I continue with a play by play and commentary on the rest of the movie... warning, spoilers ahead.

Jennifer is in a hospital bed, extubated after surgery, but hadn’t regained consciousness after surgery. No, we don’t do that. 

Leg is in a brace and sling. Huh? Why?

Has Coban, but no gauze wrapped around her head like a headband (not sure where her injury is… somewhere near her hippocampus since that is where her brain injury is according to the doctor when he is explaining about how her memory is going to be affected by her brain injury) and random pieces of white tape on her nose and fingers. ???

Jennifer is in the hospital for several weeks it seems after the montage of memory card games and learning to push her own wheelchair. All of her facial abrasions are healed as she’s being discharged which also denotes the passing of time. I’m not quite sure why they kept her so long. 

She is standing at the counter and is told by the nurse discharging her (who also was there the night she was admitted) that her CT results came back and is given a vague update. Nurse gives her prescription bags… I mean, I guess it’s a nurse, she’s not wearing a badge but is wearing a stethoscope around her neck  (confirmed later, she’s a nurse). She gives Jenn a cane to walk with when she gets home… 2-3mins a day (That’s like no time at all). Jenn is given no instruction of how to use it, I’ve only ever seen her use a wheelchair.

Jennifer is sent home with a wheelchair. Her leg brace is gone. So can she not walk because of her brain injury, not her leg injury?

Man, this nurse works a lot… she seems to be there every day/night. And she’s in charge of follow-up calls/appointments. They’re in California, so at least she probably makes pretty good money since she runs the whole damn hospital.

OK, cane/wheelchair is because of her leg. Why the fuck doesn’t she just have crutches? That’s dumb. I guess it’s to make her more helpless.

God damn, her skin is so nice. 

Russell and Jenn start to get intimate, Jenn has a scary memory flash and rebukes his advances. Russell doesn’t take it well. He roughly grabs her arm. He starts talking about how much he has done for her and how he’s her husband (is he though?), so he deserves better. Twat. Jenn is freaked out both by her memory and Russell’s behavior, but just turns off the light, rolls over away from him, and goes to bed. I would have left. 

Damn, nurse Masters is still at work? She literally works 24/7 in this ED. Jenn still has an active chart? There are doctor’s notes in it? This place hasn’t switched to EMR yet? But they have high res security cameras that hospital security can pull up and email files within minutes? Impressive. Do a lot of crimes happen in this hospital? So those are their priorities? Weird.

Wtf is a heritage tattoo? That’s how the detective figured out her maiden name? Seems far fetched, but I’m not looking it up.

The detective enters Jennifer’s home that she shared with her parents according to records… and he keeps touching things without gloves on. You’re a shit detective, dude. How have her parents been dead this whole time and no one has looked for them? They didn’t have jobs? Were they hermits?

Russell leaves and Jenn hears a lock sound from the bedroom door. She jiggles the door handle and can’t get it open, “Did he just lock it?” Well he didn’t unlock it ya dumb bitch.  Well apparently she was some kind of criminal in her past life, so she can open locks with a bobby pin. Really? The password on Russell’s computer is Jennifer’s maiden name. FFS. This is the most unrealistic thing in the movie. 

Why would he cut the cord for the internet? Just to be dramatic. He could just as easily have just unplugged the cord and taken it with him. Did he not want to use the internet anymore either? Anyway, he planned far ahead enough to disable the internet just in case she got into the computer, but didn’t delete all the pictures pre-photoshopping off his computer? Idiot.

Who just swallows a pill that someone puts in their mouth just because they also forced water into your mouth? You’re not a dog, Jennifer. 

Russell uses a chain and lock that he happens to have in his pocket to chain her to the bed. Pretty sure she can get that chain off of her ankle if she wanted to. It’s not that tight.

Oh my goodness, nurse Masters isn’t at work! Russell is super weird to her and then speeds away from the store where he bought lye.

The chain is much tighter suddenly… but loose enough that Jenn could get it off. Ok, wtf is wrong with her leg… she can’t seem to straighten it from like 30 degrees… they should’ve kept that brace on her from the beginning of the movie and also done more ROM exercises with her while she was in the hospital for all those weeks. She apparently used to be some kind of medic? Duct tape as an ace bandage ankle wrap? Probably not the most effective, but could be worse. Though I imagine she’d only have some soft tissue injury from that chain, I don’t know if she needs to wrap her ankle.

Jenn gets into the garage where she acts like it smells bad.. like a dead body, maybe? She hides in her car that is in the garage when fake Russell gets home. He also acts like the garage reeks. Why does he open the trunk to see the real Russell’s dead body? Like, he knows that it’s in there and he could already smell the decomposing body… he just wanted a better whiff? Also, why hasn’t he buried the body yet? He buried that witness the day he killed him. Well, semi-buried… it was a really shallow grave that Jenn tripped onto and touched the dude’s hand.  Honestly, he did a piss-poor job at hiding the body. Also, now that I’m thinking about it, real Russell’s body isn’t very decomposed for having been in the trunk of a car in a hot garage for several weeks (unless the garage has A/C, but there would still be a lot more rotting of the flesh after such a long time). Jennifer’s parents bodies decomp was much more progressed even though it seems they’ve all been dead the same amount of times.

The detective is at “their” house, he knows Russell isn’t Russell and there’s something nefarious afoot. This detective needs to go back to detective school. Stop touching potential evidence without gloves on. Why would fake Russell just cover up an old sign that has his actual last name on it? Just get a new sign, you nut job. Well, the shitty detective isn’t aware of his surroundings and doesn’t have his gun drawn, so of course fake Russell/Ryan is able to sneak up behind him and hit him over the head. He’s dead… actually probably just unconscious in an ice chest since fake Russell is only good at killing people most of the time. Also, I have a feeling we’re going to need the detective later to help save Jenn.

Uh oh, glasses are off… I guess he’s not Russell anymore. He’s crazy, obsessive Ryan.

Yes, take time to watch that video on your phone, Jenn… get sentimental while you’re trying to run for your life. 

Why is this dude so hyper focused on this chick? He’s hot. He could have his pick of plenty of girls. I suppose it’s hard to think in rational/logical terms with a sociopath no matter what he looks like. 

Oh good… he’s doing the villain speech where he explains his backstory. Apparently he had to light a single taper for it. I have a feeling the candlestick holder might come into play later… in Jennifer’s benefit. No, wait... he left the lighter and tied her up with flammable rope.  But she knocked it on the floor… moron.

Oh good, the detective is alive. He’ll save them both even if he’s also an idiot. Since all women need saving. 

Wait, she got herself out. Why hit him with the vase? The solid metal candle holder would’ve been a better choice. Solid work falling down the stairs, Jenn

The detective is out of the ice chest. And he’s using the Babe from Kill Bill incentive… yelling at himself to make his brain/muscles work. He at the very least has a concussion/TBI from being knocked unconscious, yelling at yourself doesn’t fix that.

Jennifer! Why are you going into the woods? You have his keys and there are so many cars on the property, you probably have a key that will work on at least one of them. Even if you didn’t have the keys, if you can pick a lock, can’t you hotwire a car too?  Why do you think you’d get better signal in the mother fucking woods? Yes, try to hit him with a heavy log that you can barely lift. You’ll get good momentum and swing. Just use one of those rocks you just threw to distract him. Idiot.

Ok, she shot fake Russell/Ryan in the back while he was wrestling with the detective. The first shot was fairly high in the chest and had a pretty good chance of hitting his lung or something important, but he’s still able to come at her. Her second shot got him in the upper right abdomen, so probably the liver and he just goes down... dead. FFS. At least have shot him in the heart area, that would’ve been slightly more believable. Oh well, I guess that’s that. A little follow up with the detective and Jenn. She’s moving back to San Jose (hopefully she’s getting a new place since her parents were murdered in her old house) and the detective is moving to AZ even though he never found his daughter that had gone missing as a child many years ago (a part of his backstory that brought nothing to the story and was never resolved).

Guys, this was not a great movie. I did kind of enjoy tearing it apart though.

#secret obsession #movie review #acls review #don't watch movies with nurses #we're the worst #why can't any movies or tv get codes right? #just do some damn compressions people! #netflix #netflix original

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title Wire summary It’s all about the balance pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

Part i | Part ii | Part iii | Part iv | Part v | Part vi | Part vii | Part viii | Part ix | Part x | Part xi | Part xii | Part xiii | Part xiv | Part xv | Part xvi | Part xvii | Part xviii | Part xix (here) | Part xx | Part xxi | Part xxii | Part xxiii | Part xxiv | Part xxv | Part xxvi | Part xxvii | Part xxviii | Part xxix | Part xxx | Part xxxi | Part xxxii | Part xxxiii | Part xxxiv | Part xxxv | Part xxxvi | Part xxxvii| Part xxxviii | Part xxxix | Part XL (it ends here)

A droplet of water. The sharp plink of it hitting the tile. Tobirama exhaled. He ran his palm along the back of his neck. Kneading his fingers into his shoulder. 

He sucked in a long breath, head lolling back.

“You could have called, you know,” he suddenly said. His voice echoing and harsh along the walls of the bathroom.

“I know,” Sakura replied. She let the glass door shut behind her. Her heels clicked as she took a few steps forward, arms folded across her chest. Tobirama glanced her over. 

“Don’t get up. I’m not staying long,” Sakura said. 

He nodded. He ran his hands through his hair. Wiped the water from his eyes. He draped his arm over the edge of the tub as he waited for her to speak. 

"I need you to do me a favor."

Tobirama grunted.

"....A big favor," Hashirama emphasized. 

Tobirama's eyes narrowed. He picked up the phone, including the plastic body. The cord wrapped around his arm as he turned to look out the window.

"What kind of favor?" he demanded. And Hashirama chuckled.

"There it is. Just come to the karaoke bar in East Point," Hashirama insisted. "The one in the basement," he added. And then the call ended with a click.

Grumbling under his breath, Tobirama still hopped off the counter. He pulled on one of his cleaner wifebeaters and a leather jacket over it. Cigarette between his teeth, he took the elevator down to the lobby. Nodded at the concierge, who was already on the phone to call for his car. 

The drive to East Point from his apartment was quick. He barely had time to cycle through three songs on the radio by the time he found parking. Stomped down the concrete steps, into the karaoke bar. Where it didn't matter if he was smoking because the smoke machines were spewing out haze anyway. And the blinking pink and green lights hurt his head. 

Tobirama made his way to the back. The guards at the door let him in without complaint.

"Big brother, do you have any idea how many shitty karaoke bars there are in East Point?" complained Tobirama as soon as he walked in.

"And yet you came right away," quipped Hashirama in return. Smiling from his perch on the corner of the big wooden desk. Tobirama glared. And then he noticed a girl sitting in the leather chair. It looked like she was wearing Hashirama's blazer over her shoulders. She was skinny, with those big, wild eyes of a street dog. The kind that wandered out of the dump to bare its missing teeth. 

Tobirama's eyes flickered from her to Hashirama. 

"This is Jing-Mei," Hashirama introduced her. He reached over to take her hand. She yanked it back, but not before Tobirama saw the blood staining every inch of her palm.

"Sorry, sorry," chuckled Hashirama, ruffling her hair. The girl scowled, not saying anything. 

"This is my dai dai. We can trust him," Hashirama went on. At that, the girl lifted her chin. She shot another suspicious glare at Tobirama before she stared Hashirama in the face.

"Dai dai?" she repeated. "Like... little brother?" she said the last words in English. Her Cantonese was smooth enough, but there was something off about it. Like one key on a piano that was just slightly out of tune. 

"Yeah. My real little brother. Same mom and dad," Hashirama answered, patting her head again. She didn't shake him off.

"Anyway, Tobirama, little Jing-Mei here needs a place to stay," Hashirama went on. 

"So? Have her stay with you. What's the point of having that bigass house if you're not going to use it?" Tobirama suggested. 

"My wife is a good woman. But I'm sure even she would object to having a karaoke hostess live with us," replied Hashirama. And then he looked at Jing-Mei again. "No offense."

"Nah, s'fine. You're not wrong," sighed the girl. She sounded exhausted. 

And when his older brother looked at him again, Tobirama made a face. 

"No," he said before he heard the question.

"It would be for a month. Max," insisted Hashirama. 

"You got a job, don't you? You don't have a place to stay?" he asked the girl. To his surprise, she didn't flinch away from his gaze. She glared right back. Eyes gleaming like a broken beer bottle catching the sunlight. 

"I was living with my boyfriend. He's dead now," she enunciated. Each sound piercing. She looked like she had more to say, but then she looked up at Hashirama. Her mouth shut again.

"Little Jing-Mei here was Broken Fang's girlfriend. I say 'was' because he was just killed by the Suns a few hours ago," Hashirama explained. Jing-Mei looked away. Her bloody hands clenching together in her lap. 

Tobirama squinted as he thought. He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth. Exhaling a plume of smoke up toward the old plaster ceiling.

"Broken Fang?" he repeated. Trying to place the name. And then his eyes widened.

"Ah, that little lan yeung? Shame. He was kind of funny when he wasn't being a pain in my ass," Tobirama mused. He didn't miss the way that the girl glared at him. 

"Of course, I had her go tell Fatboy Huang everything. Didn't want the blame falling on us, especially since you've been fighting with their boys recently," Hashirama went on. He pinned his brother with a pointed look. Tobirama shrugged.

"Fuckers have been cocky. Times Square is mine and they've been trying to edge their way in," grunted Tobirama. Still, Hashirama pinned him with his eyes for a moment longer before he moved on. 

"Anyway, Jing-Mei's been living with Broken Fang. And since he's dead, I've decided to keep an eye on her until she can get back on her feet. So let her crash on your sofa. She doesn't need you to feed her or chauffeur her. Right?" Hashirama went on. As he spoke, he met the girl's eyes. And she nodded.

Tobirama ground his teeth. Sighing and glaring, he rubbed the back of his neck. But he really couldn't budge against his older brother. 

"Fine," he grunted. 

The brothers discussed a few more things before Tobirama headed out. The little karaoke hostess hot on his heels. He caught the way she waved at Hashirama before the door closed behind her. And Hashirama waved back, smiling.

"He's married."

"I know that," she grumbled in return. And Tobirama was surprised that she had even heard him over all the blasting music and voices.

He felt a little tug on the back of his jacket. Glanced back and found her pinching the hem between two of her fingers. Even as the drunk people stumbling around jostled her, she didn't let go.  He didn't say anything to her as he kept walking.

"I've only got two rules," Tobirama told her as they walked into his apartment later.

"Don't go in my room and don't touch my shit," he told her. As he spoke, he pointed to the closed door. He then pointed to the black sofa in the living room.

"Sleep there. Your bathroom's there," Tobirama pointed to each thing as he spoke. Running his hands through his hair, he glanced her over. At her skinned knees and the purple bruise blooming on the side of her neck.

And he didn't want to know.

"Clean yourself up," he ordered. And he slipped into his room to sleep.

He heard the faucets squeak a little while later. The water splashed across the tiles. And for some reason, he also expected to hear her sobbing. That's what he hated about women. They were so quick to shed tears. To weep over any little thing.

Instead, all he heard was her damp feet padding across the floor. She flicked the light switch. And then the apartment fell silent. Just the hum of the dehumidifier running in the background.

Tobirama woke late in the morning. Found her on the sofa, curled up in Hashirama's blazer. And he felt like a dick for not realizing how cold it was out in the living room. He grabbed an extra blanket from the linen closet and tossed it over her. When he passed by later to brush his teeth, she had wrapped it around herself. Snoozing on like a steamed bun.

He left her a key on the coffee table. Met up with a dealer in a basketball court to collect his money. And when the dealer came up short, wet his knuckles with a little blood.

By the time he was done with work for the day, it was a little past 1 in the morning. He opened his apartment door a little more carefully than he normally would have. But the sofa was empty. The blanket he had given her folded neatly on one end. The only trace of her presence was the purse she had carried in the night before.

Tossing back a few whiskeys, he fell asleep still in his clothes. Only stirring when he heard the front door open. Her heels tapping in the foyer. But when she slipped those off, her footfalls were soft. He could hear her draw closer. She paused in the doorway. He could hear her breathe out a soft sigh. And after a moment, she closed the door to his room. The draft brought in the smell of perfume and beer that clung to her.

Tobirama listened to her shower. Only when she shut off all the lights and settled onto the sofa did he fall back asleep too.

Hashirama hadn't been lying. She never asked for anything. Never touched the booze in his liquor cabinet. He didn't even see the girl often. And when he did, usually she was sleeping. Barely visible in the blanket and her tangled hair.

What he did notice was that she started to bring back shopping bags with her. Expensive brands in thick paper bags filled with tissue paper. And she kept them in the corner of the living room, in the space between the sofa and the armchair. Out of sight.

It wasn't really in his nature to pry. After all, the girl didn't ask him any stupid questions. And he thought it fair to return the gesture. But he found himself thinking about those clothes stuffed into that corner during the day.

So after some thinking, he cleared some space in the hall closet. Left her a note on the coffee table that it was hers now. She never wrote anything back. But when Tobirama peeked into the hall closet a few days later, he found that she had filled it up with her clothes.

He ran into her at a karaoke bar in Wan Chai one night. More precisely, Tobirama spotted her across the room. Sitting in the lap of what looked like a businessman. And from the number of girls crowded around him, he looked to be a generous spender.

"How's she doing?" asked Hashirama. Tobirama refocused his gaze on him. Of course, his brother had chosen this spot to meet on purpose.

"It's like living with a cat. Fine, I guess," replied Tobirama. Whether she was there or not, it didn't make much of a difference to him. Hashirama nodded.

"Go get her for me. I have to talk to her about something," Hashirama requested. Tobirama shoved out of his seat. The look in his brother's eyes wasn't something he felt like arguing with right now.

Tobirama crossed the room. Hands in the pockets of his jacket. As he neared the crowded booth, some of the hostesses eyed him. Their eyes prowling. Looking over his coat and jewelry, searching for name brands. But the businessman didn't notice him. Chortling as his plump hand rubbed up and down Jing-Mei's back.

She laughed too, glitter on her cheeks and shoulders. When she opened her eyes, they met his gaze. Her smile weakened but didn't fade.

"I need to borrow you," Tobirama stated. It was only then that the man noticed him.

"Hey, she's a little busy right now. Why don't you fuck off," he slurred. The girls all giggled around him.

Tobirama took a deep breath. This was a halfway decent place. He didn't particularly feel like splattering this guy's brains across the wall.

"Is that how you talk to 24K?" Tobirama said instead. But the drunk man belched in his face. Waving a hand at him.

"That's what every halfwit and his mother is saying these days. I'm 24K, 24K. You got any proof, pok gaai?" the man guffawed. Tobirama met Jing-Mei's eyes. She stared back, expression flat. Like she was challenging him.

Tobirama felt something in him snap.

"Proof? Yeah, I might have something like that," he replied. He whipped his gun out, jamming it into the man's mouth. The girls shrieked, leaping from the booth and scattering in every direction. Jing-Mei stayed put, her eyes suddenly gleaming. She let out a long sigh.

"Baby, I've got to go. Call me next time you're here, okay?" Jing-Mei said. She pecked the businessman on the cheek. Like she couldn't see him sniveling and drooling around the barrel of the gun.

She held her hand out to Tobirama. Eyes narrowing until he pulled his gun free from the man's mouth. He grimaced at the strings of saliva hanging from it. Wiping it clean on the front of the man's jacket, he stuck it back in his pocket before taking Sakura's hand. She wrapped herself around his arm.

"Put your hand on my ass," she whispered into his ear.

"What."

"Just do it!" she hissed, tugging harder. She was a skinny little thing. And he supposed that some men were into that. But there was also something in her gaze. Something steely and vaguely dangerous. Letting out a sigh, he did as he was told.

As they walked back to Hashirama, she whispered in his ear again.

"I'm just a hostess. It looks suspicious for a gangster to be talking to me unless it's for this," she murmured. And before he could ask what she meant, they arrived at the table. She released his arm to plant a kiss on Hashirama's cheek.

"You're going to get me in trouble with my wife," chuckled Hashirama as she sat next to him. Tobirama sat across from them.

"Got your hooks into another one, huh?" Hashirama asked, looking her up and down. Tobirama looked at her too. At the diamonds glittering in her ears and the matching choker. She gave a mischievous smile.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," the girl replied, nearly beaming. And then she reached into her top to pull out a scrap of paper.

"I didn't manage to hear the whole conversation. Sorry," she said, pushing it across the table to Hashirama. Her long pink nails gleamed in the bar's pulsating lights.

Hashirama unfolded the paper, squinting at the scrawled characters in glittering purple ink.

"Heroin? Do you have any idea which dealer they could be talking about?" Hashirama queried.

Jing-Mei adjusted the thin straps of her top. The shimmering gold fabric didn't look particularly comfortable. Forearms up on the table, she leaned in closer to both of them.

"There's a regular here. He's not one of mine, but I see him around a lot. The girls say that he's called York Ng. He's a short guy, shaved head. And he has this tattoo of a skull right here," Jing-Mei told them, pointing to the left side of her throat.

"I thought Four-Eyes Ngai was the bigger dealer around here," Tobirama interjected. Hashirama nodded. The girl shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Rumor is that Four-Eyes turned informant for the HKPD. So someone made him disappear. I don't know if that's true, but I do know that he's not around anymore," she told them. Hashirama put his elbow up on the table, hand splayed across the lower half of his face as he thought. His eyes darted from the girl to his younger brother.

"Alright. I need you to deliver this message for me. To the usual number," Hashirama instructed. He took a business card out of his pocket and slid it across the table to her. She picked it up. On the front were his name and the name of his trading company in gold letters. But on the back was a message. Numbers and random words written in blue ink. She nodded, slipping it into her bra.

Hashirama stayed to buy her a drink. Some fruity thing with an absurdly big slice of pineapple wedged onto the rim of the glass. As he got to his feet, she stood too.

"You still going to Sifu Might?" Hashirama asked as he pulled on his coat. The girl nodded. She flexed her right arm to reveal the beginnings of some lean muscle on her bicep.

"Three times a week."

"Good. Keep at it," he said. And he reached out to pet the top of her head with his gloved hand. A call lit up the green screen of his Nokia. He raised his hand before he answered, making his way toward the exit. Tobirama moved to follow his older brother out. But the girl met his eyes. She suddenly smiled.

"Don't look at me like that. You don't have to feel sorry for me," she told him.

Tobirama didn't know how to respond to that. He simply nodded before he left too. The pop music still ringing in his ears as he stepped out onto the street.

She was out of his apartment by the end of the month, as promised. She didn't even tell him when she was leaving. But one night, he returned home to find his key and a bottle of expensive whiskey sitting on the coffee table. Her clothes were gone from the hall closet, and even the cosmetics cluttering the counter were gone too.

But as the months went on, he started to see her more and more. At first, she was running small errands. Eavesdropping on conversations in the clubs she worked at. And when she put on a dumb face and told everyone that she was from Japan in broken Cantonese, lips loosened.

Hashirama had bought her a little one-bedroom place in East Point. Right in the heart of the Chrysanthemum Gang's territory. 

The first officer's meeting she attended, she slunk into the smoky room, wary. Like the first time he had met her. As her gaze flitted around the room, at the leering mouths and hungry expressions, she met his eyes.

And Tobirama let out an audible sigh before he lifted his chin a little. He let her sit on the arm of his chair.

"You want one?" he asked, quietly. Holding out his box of cigarettes. She wrinkled her nose.

"I don't smoke," she answered.

"You mind if I smoke?" Sakura asked. She already had her lighter out, cigarette in her mouth. Tobirama said nothing. 

So she lit it.

“I think Fai Tsai is working with the yakuza,” she declared. 

Tobirama raised an eyebrow.

“Ok.”

“While I’m in Tokyo, I need you to keep an eye on his activities here. I’m spread thin as is. I can’t really spare my men to do the job right now,” Sakura went on. She waved her cigarette as she spoke. Only her red mouth visible through that haze. 

“And what will I get in return?” asked Tobirama.

The silence that fell over them was ghastly. Almost as piercing as her eyes. Broken shards of glass glittering in the sand. One droplet of water wobbled from the faucet. Falling with a hollow plop into the bath.

When she smiled, it was worse.

“You don’t need to ask that. We’re 24K, brother. There’s no way I wouldn’t reward you richly,” Sakura assured him. She took a few more steps forward. Crouching in front of the tub. 

She ran her fingers through his hair, raking it out of his eyes again. And then, pulling the cigarette from her mouth, she placed it between his lips instead.

“I’ll be in touch, Tobirama.”

Part i | Part ii | Part iii | Part iv | Part v | Part vi | Part vii | Part viii | Part ix | Part x | Part xi | Part xii | Part xiii | Part xiv | Part xv | Part xvi | Part xvii | Part xviii | Part xix (here) | Part xx | Part xxi | Part xxii | Part xxiii | Part xxiv | Part xxv | Part xxvi | Part xxvii | Part xxviii | Part xxix | Part xxx | Part xxxi | Part xxxii | Part xxxiii | Part xxxiv | Part xxxv | Part xxxvi | Part xxxvii| Part xxxviii | Part xxxix | Part XL (it ends here)

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