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There’s Snow Place Like Home*

*the back of the pawnshop

Merry Happy, @silwenworld. How nice to reveal myself; and with a present, too!

summary: Two dumdums get snowed in, and when the heat goes out they have to get creative about staying warm.

rating: E

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The door to Game of Thorns opened, pulling Belle from her current paperback. Any pique she felt vanished instantly when she saw who entered.

“Mr. Gold, hello.” She straightened, tugging at the ends of her sweater. She wished she’d had time to put on lipstick that morning. Or any makeup. She just bought a new thing of mascara, too.

“Miss French,” he greeted. His smile was polite, and short lived; Gold turned his attention to the shelf of vases her father had moved closer to the door last week.

Belle tried not to deflate.

“What can I help you with today?” she asked. He was wearing the dark blue shirt, the one with the subtle paisley. It was her favorite, and not because she had a near-matching dress, the lace just as deep and swirling.

Mr. Gold picked up a square vase, also blue. He turned it over, but to check the price or the construction, she wasn’t sure.

“I was thinking of a bouquet, today,” he said to the glass. “Something red, perhaps.”

Belle appreciated the sharp line of his jaw, and how it cut such a nice silhouette while he spoke. “We have carnations, or amaryllis. Those are always nice.”

He made a sound to indicate he was listening, but didn’t turn to look at her. Belle’s shoulders drooped, just a little.

“We also got a new batch of roses, but I remember you ordered those last time.”

He set the vase down, careful not to jostle the shelf. It was a simple movement, his hand placing the glass on the wood, then letting go. His fingers were long, steady, clearly used to handling delicate things. She wondered if he approached everything with such confidence, such assurance that he knew how to touch, handle, and care for. Was he as good with people as objects?

“The roses will do,” he said.

“Roses, right.” She blinked, torn from her fantasy. Her face felt hot, and she hoped her blush wasn’t obvious.

For fuck’s sake, Belle, she chided herself.

She reached for the order pad by the register and hoped she could get through the interaction without embarrassing herself further.

She could not.

“They’re my favorite, you know.” She smiled at his still turned face.

“Yes, you’ve mentioned.” His voice was dry, bored.

Belle looked down at the pad. The stubby pencil rubbed against her finger.

“They’re nice flowers,” she couldn’t help but add. When Gold said nothing else, she asked, “Would you like the vase, too?”

“No, thank you.”

He approached the register, and Belle absolutely did not look up. She refused to watch the sway of his hips as he walked with his cane. He was so fluid and elegant. Not that she was watching him now. But she did risk a peak as he approached, catching the glint of his gold-tipped cane, the nice burgundy of his tie. She had a belt that color, or near enough. It would look good with her blue dress.

For a wild moment, she wondered what he’d do if she leaned over the counter and kissed him. Would he stumble back, shocked? Would he—kiss back? Perhaps lace his hands in her hair while hers tugged at his lapels, urging him closer, taking the breath from his lungs—

A sharp trill emanated from Mr. Gold’s pocket.

Belle looked down, quickly, her face hot.

Gold sighed, reaching into his pocket. He made a face at the caller ID. “Add the amount to my account,” he said, hitting a button and silencing his phone. “If you’ll excuse me, Miss French.”

“I’ll bring your bouquet to the shop, then,” she said to his back, as Gold left the store. “You know, when it’s ready.”

The door closed, and she watched through the window as Gold lifted the phone to his ear. He walked away, and Belle noticed it was snowing, the white flurries delicate and large as they fluttered through the air. The sidewalk already had a neat layer.

With an aggrieved sigh, she dropped her head onto her folded arms. Gold was always looking elsewhere, always interested in the thing just over her shoulder. And when he was looking at her, it was always with a bored, if polite, expression, as if she was just a placeholder until the next exciting thing caught his interest.

Belle wondered what she could do. A new dress, perhaps. Or a haircut. Or maybe, when she delivered his bouquet, she could enact her fantasy and grab the pretty bastard by his tailored suit and just—lay one on him. Kiss him until they were both out of breath and gasping.

It would be great up until he reported her for assault.

Belle sighed. She penciled in Gold’s account number on the order pad, wrote roses, red. She hadn’t asked how many he wanted, so went with his last order: one dozen.

At least she could make his bouquet. She’d pick the best flowers, and tie it all up in a neat bow. And maybe, when she dropped by his shop to deliver it, she’d be able to strike up a conversation. She had asked him about the Tiffany lamp on his counter once. It had been a nice surprise when he’d had a lot to say.

If the day was slow, she could have the roses ready in the afternoon. Seeing him twice in a day—she was going to be spoiled.

Gold did very well in not slamming the door behind him as he entered the back room of his shop. As aggressive as he was in pulling off his overcoat, it was with a controlled shake that rid it of the snow that clung to it. He spared a thought to the weatherman, who had been threatening a storm all week, but it had yet to materialize.

This was supposed to be the day he’d finally do it, he thought. Yeah, right. He ran a hand down his tired face. Every trip to the flower shop was predicated on This Was the Day. Every chance he had at seeing Belle French, every time she caught his eye, whether at the diner, or the pharmacy, or when she’d peek between the slats at the bordered up library—he'd feel something rise in his chest, a warmth he couldn’t explain, the desire to throw himself at her feet.

“Let’s go for coffee,” he wanted to ask. “Have dinner with me,” he’d beg, if he had to. “Come to bed,” he’d let himself think, only in the dark shadow of his bedroom, behind his locked door, under his blankets.

This was the day he would have, too, would have prostrated himself there in her father’s shop if only Regina hadn’t interrupted with her phone call.

“Please give me any amount of your attention and I will be yours until the stars turn to dust,” was on the tip of his tongue, and it would have made it out of his mouth if only his damn phone had been on silent. Damn the mayor and her contracts.

The thought had no teeth, though. No real oomph behind it.

Gold could barely look at the woman without being blinded, let alone open himself up for rejection and ridicule. And if not ridicule, horror, or even—disgust. It would be the worst kind of shock, he knew, to realize that he, Beast of Storybrooke himself, was interested in sweet Belle French.

Gold sighed, feeling hollow, hopeless. His keys and cell phone clattered as he dropped them on his workbench.

At least he got flowers out of it.

Whether he took them home or kept them by his register, each arrangement was the perfect spot of color, eye catching and lovely. Seeing them kept Belle’s smile close, not that he needed the reminder.

He liked the idea of Belle putting together his bouquet. Of her choosing each bloom with the utmost care, each petal counted and preened especially for him. Perhaps she sealed the bow with a kiss. It was a heady thought.

Ridiculous too, of course. Pure fantasy. It was better than the truth, which was that flowers were chosen from whatever available, wrapped in tissue paper and plastic and tossed his way without another thought beyond how much should be added to his balance.

That made it sound like the French’s did subpar work. Gold fiddled with the space heater knob, turning it up with a thoughtful frown. Regardless of his opinion on the patriarch, the arrangements coming out of Game of Thorns were nothing short of exceptional.

The true reality was each bouquet was professionally done, and handed to him with a smile from Belle herself that could never mean what he wanted it to.

Perhaps one day, if he was very brave and Belle was in a charitable mood, he could ask for more of her time and she’d agree.

The day passed slowly. The shop was open, but bereft of customers, which suited Gold just fine. The heater at his feet buzzed, his pen scratched across the thick paper as he looked over his accounts. A world his own, there in his backroom.

Gold had just put on the kettle for tea when the bell jingled. Not bothering to hide his annoyed frown, he swept the curtain aside, stepping into the front. It vanished instantly at the site of Belle, backlit and glowing.

The round of her cheeks were as red as the roses she clutched, their heads peeking out from the shiny gold plastic they were wrapped in. Her hair was a shining, glistening halo of curls that spilled down her shoulders. She was effervescent, standing at the door of his shop, unnatural in her beauty.

He blinked with the realization that the world outside his shop was white; completely blanketed in snow. It glowed in the burgeoning light of the street, a white darkness.

“Miss French,” he greeted, shaking himself. Speaking of snow, a fair amount had entered with her. What wasn’t clinging to her clothes had been tracked in on her boots, which looked quite solid and nothing like her regular heels, thank goodness.

“Did you walk here?” he asked with a disapproving frown.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, stomping her feet and trying in vain to keep the mess to his welcome mat. “Dad had already left with the van on a large order for the hospital, and I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten. The storm picked up quick!” The red in her face, embarrassment or the cold he couldn't be sure, made her eyes shine. They were such a lovely blue.

“But, I’m here now,” she said quickly. “And look, your flowers made it.” To prove it, she marched up to his counter, laying the bundle down for him to confirm.

Said bundle was flat from being held against her chest for the single mile that separated their shops, and the wrapping was encased in snow, quickly melting. The roses themselves looked to be in good enough condition, if a little shaken.

“So they have,” he agreed softly. He tapped the counter, a wisp of an idea forming.

Belle smiled. “I could have waited until tomorrow,” she admitted. “But it was snow today and I thought—I mean slow. It was slow, probably because of the snow.” The red this time was definitely from embarrassment. “Anyway, I thought it’d be nice if you had your flowers to get you through the blizzard.”

She was adorable. Gold hoped his face wasn’t too dopey.

He noticed when she pulled her coat tighter against her, and saw she wasn’t wearing a scarf, didn't have a hat.

Gold kept the front of his shop just a tad too cool to be comfortable in winter in order to encourage the good townsfolk to state their business and get out. Coming inside was not the relief from the storm it could have been.

Ah, yes. There was his idea, turning into a plan. The universe had thrown him a bone.

“You’re not intending to walk back?” he asked carefully. “You barely made it as it is.”

“Oh, well.” She at least had gloves on, but they didn’t look thick enough for Gold’s liking. “I already closed the flower shop. I was going to walk home when I finished here.”

Gold tried to keep the eagerness from showing on his face. The house she rented with her father was twice as far as Game of Thorns, and in the opposite direction. On a nice day, the walk was pleasant. With a blizzard raging? Unthinkable.

He told her as much.

“I guess I could ask Dad to swing by to pick me up,” she said, digging out her phone and tapping on the screen. “You know, whenever he finishes with his delivery.”

“Great idea.” Gold lifted the bouquet, keeping as much as the melted snow on the wrapping as he could; he didn’t want to waste anytime cleaning, not when he finally had Belle all to himself.

“I think the storm will stop soon, anyway,” she said, ever the optimist. “How much longer can it keep up?”

Knowing Maine, easily for the next week. “Come on then.”

“Sorry?”

Gold was halfway through the curtain, roses snug in his arms. They’d perk up when they were submerged in water, rather than swimming in it. “Come warm up. I have the space heater on.”

“In the back?” Her eyes were wide.

Had he overstepped? He couldn’t think how. “I put the kettle on to boil. Should be ready any moment now.”

She took a hesitant step forward eyeing the curtain as if it hid a trap door. “I mean, if it’s okay.”

“I insist. Come have a cup of tea.”

He held the curtain to the side, happy when she stepped ahead of him.

Today was the day, after all.

The first thing Belle noticed was things. Shelves stuffed full of boxes and baubles, careworn tools and rolls of fabric. The worktable took up a fair amount of space as well, with an aisle just because enough for a slim man with a cane to walk through.

The second thing she noticed was a bed, no larger than a twin, tucked away in the corner. She bit her lip, filing that detail away for much later.

The sound of Gold stacking what looked like his account books caught her attention. He pulled out the chair that was closest to the heater, beckoning her to sit.

“How do you take your tea?” he asked, opening a cupboard and taking out two cups with matching plates.

“Straight, please,” she said, stuffing her gloves in her coat pocket, before peeling it off and draping it over the back of the chair.

Belle tried to look around with her greedy little eyes, but her attention was drawn to Gold, his fluid movement as he did nothing more than carefully scoop tea into a strainer ball. Even him pouring the hot water into the teapot, an elegant porcelain piece with a long sprout and blue feathering, was captivating. The packet of chocolate chip cookies that were spread out on a plate caught her attention too, albeit for a different reason.

“Am I forgetting something?” he asked, noticing her gaze on him.

“No, no,” Belle said, not looking away.

In no time at all, the tea was poured, a cookie nibbled, and Mr. Gold was sitting next to her on a stool he pulled out from under the bench.

The silence wasn’t overbearing, but she still looked around a little desperately, trying to find something interesting to say.

“What were you reading?” Gold asked.

“Reading?”

“This morning, when I placed my order. You were holding a book.”

“I was,” she said, feeling warm. It wasn’t from the tea. “It was A Christmas Carol.”

“A classic,” he said, eyebrows raised.

From there it was easy. Talk of the book moved to talk of the movies, turned to which adaptation was the best one. As it turned out, they both agreed that the Muppets took it, hands down.

Belle rubbed the handle of her teacup, the porcelain warm. She felt lightheaded, if she were honest. The dim light of the back room, paired with the quiet burr of the heater, the quiet burr of Gold’s voice, the full force of his attention, finally, after all this time—it was too much. He was gazing at her with a softness in his eyes she’d never seen before, and it was all much too much. She felt she might float away.

So of course, that was when Belle’s coat chimed. She wanted to groan when Gold cleared his throat, looking away.

Pulling out her cell phone, she saw the message was from her father, asking where she was. Oh. Lovely.

“Dad made it home,” she said with forced lightness.

Gold frowned. “Home?”

“I guess my message didn’t send,” Belle said, knowing full well she hadn’t actually sent one. “Must have, um, the network?” She shrugged, giving up on lying quickly. “But it looks like Dad went straight home after his delivery.”

“I see.”

Her phone pinged with a new message, and her stomach dropped at what it told her. “He says it's really nasty out. Couldn’t get the van all the way up the street, so he legged it the last two blocks.”

That wasn’t the best news. It was, arguably, quite bad. She could feel her plan backfiring in real time.

“It sounds unsafe, to ask him to come,” Gold said.

The only thing she could give him was a tight smile.

It had been a simple thought, if a little impulsive: pretend that she was stranded here at Gold’s shop, in the middle of heavy snow. When it became apparent her father wasn’t coming, she’d ask oh-so-sweetly for a ride home. Gold was a gentleman. He wouldn’t refuse. That she was sitting nice and toasty in his backroom with no prompting from her proved as much.

Her plan wouldn’t only have extended her time with Gold, but also been the perfect opening to ask him out to dinner as a thank you.

“Er,” she said, looking lost. Belle hadn’t considered just how bad the storm was.

“Miss French,” he said, clearing his throat again. He had the look of someone trying to deliver bad news as delicately as they could. “I’d drive you home myself, but if your father’s van can’t make it through this snow, my Cadillac certainly won’t, either.”

“I understand.” She had done this to herself. She accepted that.

“I apologize,” he said, and to his credit sounded like he meant it.

“It’s not your fault,” Belle said, rallying herself. She pushed her chair out, ready to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Gold asked, alarmed.

“Home. Looks like I’m walking after all.” Belle reached for her coat, surprised when Gold’s hand closed over hers. It was dry and warm; she felt a pleasant thrill shoot through her arm.

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m wearing boots.”

“I don’t care if you’re wearing skis strapped to rockets, you’re not going out there.”

Belle blinked at him, but didn’t move, not wanting to sever the contact. “What do you suggest then?”

“Staying here,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“For how long?”

“However long it takes for the storm to clear. Mr. Tillman will be out to plow as soon as it stops. I’ll drive you home when it’s safe.”

Taking advantage of Mr. Gold’s goodwill for a cup of tea was one thing. Forcing his hand to shelter her for hours was something else entirely. But there was a part of her, quite a large part, that wanted to press her advantage. And he was offering.

“Are you sure? I’d hate to put you out,” she hedged.

“Miss French, I insist.” He licked his lips, tugging gently on her hand. “It might not be the most comfortable option, but it’s better than getting lost in a blizzard.”

“I guess you’re right,” Belle said, sitting back down.

“Yes. I am,” he sniffed. “Glad we agree.” From the look on his face Gold hadn’t expected such quick acquiescence, but wasn’t going to complain.

“For the record,” she said, smiling. “I’m quite comfortable.”

Surprised pleasure bloomed across his face. “I’m happy you think so."

“I do. Thank you, Mr. Gold, for letting me stay.”

“Think nothing of it,” he said quickly. “You don’t want to be out there.”

“Really,” Belle agreed. “I mean, how much longer can this last, right?”

It wasn’t the first time either of them alluded to such a thing that night, but it must have been one time too many.

The lights above them flickered for a breath of a moment, then cut out.

Because of course they did.

“Ah,” Belle said into the sudden darkness. She wondered if Gold heard her over his cursing.

“No, don’t move, please, just. Stay there,” Gold said, his chair scraping against the hardwood.

“Wait,” she said, scrambling to turn on the flashlight app on her phone. “Here, so you don’t trip on something.”

In the light, she could see one corner of his mouth lift. “I know my way around the shop, my dear, but thank you.”

He turned, illuminated as he brushed the curtain aside. She heard the tap of his cane as he walked to the front. There was a clock, somewhere to her left, that ticked down the seconds he was gone.

The curtain signaled his return. “The whole of main street is out. Probably most of the town, too.”

Belle made a noise to show she was listening.

“I, um. I think we might be here much longer than a few hours,” he said. Belle hadn’t realized how many whirring, buzzing things there had been in the pawnshop; between the generator, the lights, the space heater, even the mini fridge that Gold had kept the milk. When it all cut out, they weren’t just left in darkness, but complete silence. There was nothing but the sound of their breathing, and the clock.

“Yes,” she said into the stillness. “I think you’re right.”

“Please, just take the cot.” Gold said for the hundredth time.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Belle said for the hundred and first. “What will people say when they find out you froze to death in your own shop?”

“I have my coat. It’s not that cold.”

“I can hear your teeth chattering.”

She could do no such thing. Gold sighed, feeling weary. They’d been arguing for the last twenty minutes at least.

It hadn’t taken long for the cold to creep in after the power went out. Bundled up in their coats, they’d used the rest of the hot water for a last bit of tea, and neither one complained about their dinner being the rest of the biscuits.

When the question of sleeping arrangements arose, Gold thought it was obvious: Belle could take the bed and the nice blankets, and he would watch over her, stalwart and uncomplaining.

The stubborn woman was hearing none of it.

“I can survive a night in the chair as long as I know you’re taken care of.”

“That’s sweet,” she said with a glare, “but not very practical.”

Practicality had nothing to do with it. The candles flickered on the table. He kept a handful in his cupboards for this very situation, and it helped Belle to save her cell phone battery if they should need it when the service came back on.

He stared at the flames. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’d be much more comfortable if I were warmer,” she shot back. She had at least made it as far as sitting on the cot, boots kicked off and feet tucked underneath her. “We’re small people. We can both fit.”

They couldn’t, not unless she were wrapped around him like a scarf. It sounded like a dream to Gold, but he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking it was what she actually wanted.

“You’ll sleep easier if it's just you on it.”

“If you refuse to share with me, then I’ll stay at the table with you.” She patted the quilt underneath her. “We can share the blankets. Wear them like cloaks.”

“No.”

“Really, Mr. Gold.” A pout had begun to pull at her lips. It was cute enough to kiss away, which was exactly why he’d stay where he was, thank you. “Think of my toes.”

“Your. . . toes.”

“Yes. They’re so cold right now, I think they might actually fall off. And you’re sitting there, miles away, doing nothing about it, when you could get on the bed with me, and keep me and my toes warm.”

“It might help if you got under the blankets, first.”

“And if they fall off,” she said, ignoring him, “I will sue you for damages.”

That shocked a laugh out of him. “Sue me?”

“What would the town say then, hm? Mr. Gold being taken to court because Belle French can’t wear heels anymore.”

That would be a tragedy all on it’s own. “You seem under the impression I give a damn what the town thinks of me.”

“What about what I think? I’d be very upset with you.”

“Unthinkable,” he murmured. The pout was back, her lip protruding. Gold’s resolve was slipping. It was bloody cold in the shop. His hands felt like ice, he couldn’t feel his feet at all. It would be warmer on the bed with two, he knew that much.

“Please share the bed with me?” Belle asked, going in for the kill. Her eyes shone in the candlelight. “I know I’m asking for a lot, but there’s no sense in either of us being cold tonight.”

Endless moments passed. How did she get her eyes to shine so brightly?

“Alright,” Gold said.

If he thought she was shining before, it paled in comparison to the smile that lit up her face.

She stood when he did, pulling back the blankets. She shimmied out of her coat, too, laying it over.

“We’ll be warmer if we use the coats as extra blankets,” she said innocently, reaching up to help him out of his. “Keeping them on will suck away body heat, not hold it in.”

While she spread his coat over hers, he removed his suit jacket, laying it over the back of the chair. If they needed it, it was within reach. His belt and shoes soon followed.

When he looked at the cot next, he was greeted with Belle, tucked in and holding one corner of the coverings up, ready for him to slip in next to her.

He could deny her nothing.

After blowing out the candles, he settled in.

The weight of the blankets was pleasant, especially with the added coats. It couldn’t compare to the weight of Belle, solid and warm.

Gold shifted to his back, Belle happily curling around him, her head pillowed on his shoulder. His arm came around to rest in the hollow of her back.

“Is this okay?” she asked, rubbing her face against him.

Tentatively, Gold ran his hands up her spine. She sighed, snuggled closer.

“It’s perfect,” he decided. Gold didn’t know why he had resisted for so long.

Belle sighed again, deeper, sinking further into his arms. Her leg hooked around his, twining together, her thigh brushing his groin.

Ah, right. That was why.

Maybe he could convince her to go back-to-back. Or he could turn to his side, let her be the big spoon. Now that was an excellent idea.

Her hand, delicate and soft, touched lightly on his shoulder. “Is this still okay?” she asked.

It was agonizing torture. “Yes.”

A pause. “It’s just, you’ve gone rigid.”

He huffed, willing his body to relax.

“It’s fine,” he said.

They lay together in the dark, simply breathing each other in. The clock on his workbench dutifully whirred on, and the soft but distinct tickticktick pulled him into a sort of trance.

Belle began to rub circles into the fabric of his shirt and he felt himself sink further. He could smell her floral shampoo. He nuzzled her, gently, hoping she wouldn’t mind.

“Gold?” Belle asked, breath blooming against his neck.

“Hm?” he hummed. His eyes were closed. He didn’t remember doing that.

“What would you say if I told you that skin-to-skin contact is much more efficient to staying warm?”

Her limbs tightened around him as if she was sure he’d leap from the bed and away from her. He didn’t want to do that, though, even as what she was asking sunk in.

Gold swallowed, afraid of being too honest in the dark. “I suppose I would accuse you of trying to seduce me.”

He felt her relieved sigh. “Would it work?”

“You’re doing a great job of it as it is.”

Her breath staggered. Her hands played with the buttons on his shirt, but didn’t slip them through their eye holes.

“And do you want to be seduced?” Her nose mapped a trail from behind his ear along his jaw, and he was about to combust.

His answer was to grasp her hair at the base of her neck and pull her towards him. He overshot, his aim terrible in the dark. Her lips landed on the edge of his top lip, brushing the curse of his nose.

Still holding her close, he flipped them, so he was above her. He cradled her head, his hands combing through her lush hair. Oh, yes, much easier to kiss her like this. Belle agreed if her happy moan was anything to go by; that and the way her legs parted, allowing him to rest against her fully.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered into her ear, reveling in her shiver.

“I want you, Gold.” The words had barely left her mouth before he was kissing her again.

“Silas,” he said. “My name is Silas.” Belle ran her hands up his arms, her fingers sinking into his hair.

“Silas,” she breathed. “I want you so much.”

He kissed her, hard, tongue demanding entrance that Belle happily granted.

If the night was spent only kissing and maybe heavy petting, it would have exceeded Gold’s expectations by a considerable degree. Belle clearly had other plans, though, as he found out when her hands touched his bare chest.

He jolted, her cool hands searing as they touched him. The minx was adept at unbuttoning a shirt, he’d give her that. She was also proving quite skilled at undoing his trousers; they pushed them down his thighs together, Gold leaning a little to the side so he could get the leverage to kick them to the end of the cot.

Now that he was bare, it seemed only fair that Belle be next. Gold grasped the end of her sweater, pushing it up, up, up. When he threw it down to the floor, she hissed at the cold air as it made its way into their cocoon. It was worth it for the wide expanse of warm skin he now had to discover. Fuck, she was soft.

Gold’s hands clutched at her sides as he mouthed her breasts, the nipples already tight buds.

“Silas,” she moaned, thrusting her chest up. While his mouth was occupied, he peeled her leggings down as far as he could reach without outright sitting up. She took the hint, kicking them to the end of the bed to join his trousers.

Gold adjusted the blankets, making sure they were covered, and that Belle was warm underneath him. She panted, breath heavy as he kissed across her collar bone. He trailed down to the top of her chest, mouthing at the hollow at the swell of her breasts while his hand trailed to her cunt.

Her core was molten.

“Fuck,” Gold hissed, feeling the wet heat of her.

“Please, Silas” Belle said, bucking her hips into his hand. “Fuck me.”

Cock in hand, he guided himself into her. If he thought she was hot on his fingers, it didn’t come close to her wrapped around his prick

“Oh, Belle,” he moaned, lost.

They set a slow hard rhythm; not wanting to displace the blankets, Belle angled her hips up, cradling Gold while he rocked in and out.

Pulse by pulse, breath by breath, he had never felt so good. Belle raised her knees higher, allowing more of him to sink inside her. Her breath hitched when he hit a good spot. He hit it again, harder.

Silas kissed her along her neck, wet sucking kisses that landed in time with his hips. He wished he could see her, wanted to memorize the look on her face and he gave this to her. The dark brought into focus the sure touch of their wandering hands, the vice of her cunt as she took him.

“Are you close, love?” he asked, gaining speed, his thrusts becoming shallow. His hand sunk down to just above where they joined, rubbing her clit as she moaned in his ear.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, words breathy. She kissed his jaw, hands weaving into his hair, pulling as she clenched—as she came—as her legs wrapped around him beseeching him to follow her.

He could deny her nothing.

She woke in the night, the room dark and cold. Silas was a furnace next to her, his arm stretched across her ribcage keeping her anchored. She smiled, wiggling against him, relishing being so close to him.

Silas’ heart was steady and strong beneath her ear. Sweet music. Belle turned her head to kiss him there, over his heart. She trailed her nose down, to the side, finding his nipple. She kissed that, too. Then closed her mouth over it, sucking.

Silas grunted, but didn’t wake. A final lick, and Belle moved downwards, further into their nest.

Boney and warm; his hip, she thought. Belle kissed it, regardless.

Silas hummed, shifting slightly. Belle kissed him again, moving further down, and a little to the side, until her lips met with a wiry patch of hair.

“Belle?” he asked, voice muffled and heavy with sleep.

In answer she licked him, just over his pubris. The muscles jumped, and she felt his shudder.

“Belle,” he moaned. The sound pulled at something deep in her belly. “Please.”

“Hm?” she asked, kissing back the way she came, away from his curls.

His moan this time was agonized. “Your mouth, sweetheart. Please.”

“My mouth?” she asked, innocently, nibbling on the spot just below his tummy, sucking the skin into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he said, hips jutting.

Belle licked him. Another kiss, another suck. She breathed him deep, the whole of him. That she could make out her own scent dried on his skin had heat pooling low in her belly. They tasted so good together.

“Belle, please,” Gold tried again. “Put your mouth on my cock.”

She hadn’t expected him to ask. In reward, she stopped her teasing, using her hand to grasp and position him before taking him past her lips.

Their moans mixed together; his from the sweet heat, hers from the perfect way he filled her. What a discovery, that they fit together perfectly no matter the circumstance.

Next when she woke, the lights were still off, the cold no less harsh as it nipped at her nose. She could see the morning sun peak through the single window signaling a new day and a break in the storm.

Belle tried not to grumble as she rolled over, burrowing under the blankets and pressing her cold nose into Silas’ chest.

He shook with a silent laugh, and she wondered how long he had been awake.

“Good morning,” he said, pressing a kiss to her crown. His voice was scratchy in that unused-sleepy way, and it made Belle’s toes curl.

She could get used to waking up to this. She wanted to get used to it very much.

A buzzing from the table made her pause. She turned her head, sure she knew the source.

“Your cell phone,” Silas confirmed. “It keeps going off.”

She kissed his chest, right above his heart. “You didn’t wake me.”

“You’d have answered it if I had.”

Belle made a noise of agreement, even as she made no move to leave the cot. Or more accurately, leave the circle of Silas’ arms, which were wrapped around her snugly, one hand rubbing patterns into her lower back.

“Someone will be by to dig us out, now that it’s morning,” he said.

He sounded less than pleased, which pulled a smile from her. She kissed his cheek. “Thanks for letting me stay.”

His response was immediate. “Of course.” He wet his lips. “Perhaps, ah.” His hair was tangled on the pillow, and there was a nice hickey forming on the curve of his neck, another one just under his collarbone.

He looked ravaged, ruined; very thoroughly and happily debauched.

“Perhaps?” Belle hooked her leg around his thigh, her heel touching the back of his knee. She felt his cock stir in interest.

“Perhaps, I mean, if you wanted to…”

Belle bit her lip. They were naked, still wrapped around each other after a night of the best sex she had ever had, and he was too shy to ask her out on a date.

It really put her stargazing into perspective. They’d work on it, she decided. They had the time.

“I’d like to do this again,” she told him, catching his eye. “In less pressing circumstances."

He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, voice sweet and hopeful. “Let me make you dinner.”

Belle had only just pressed her lips to his when her phone gave a particularly judgmental vibration. She left the blankets long enough to snatch it from the table, before she tucked herself back next to Silas, who welcomed her back happily.

She awakened the screen to see she had 7% battery left. Just enough to tell her father she was safe and warm, and that she’d be home in the afternoon after plenty of time for the snow to settle and Tillman to plow.

And a few other things she chose not to mention.

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Iceberg Week 2021: Day 2 (July7)- Romeo and Juliet AU Pt. 1

Note: This fanfic is actually going to be a modern version of Romeo and Juliet. Where Weiss is the mafia's daughter and Neptune is the son of a police captain. I know it wasn't the best, but I would like to release it to share with you fellow viewers. Sorry for the late submission. I thought I should cut it into two parts

By wolfstyle2074

"Two Households, both alike and in dignity. When the differences have settled in cold blood. Love cannot be killed. The story of two young lovers seek out a way to escape with their lives when first sight came to light. Between law and crime, it was always conflict, questions of the choices we make in the war of blood..."

"Uh, Ren. Can we repeated that please? The background is getting sizzled?" Nora, a ginger-haired girl holding the camera, then interrupted as Ren, a raven-haired boy is speaking with a microphone in his hands. He is a reporter for a boarding school writing a story about two runaways fighting for their lives. "Um, Nora, are you okay?"

He asked. Seeing Nora wiping the tears off his eyes. Hearing the story kinda got her emotional. "Yeah, I just wished they'd be here to appreciate how you write this story."

"Don't worry, Nora. Neither of them will be forgotten. I am sure they will appreciate what you did to remember them." Ren said. Walking towards Nora and patted her on the head to cheer her up. "Wanna get some ice cream on the way out? I am sure it will make you feels better." Ren asked. Nora then rose her head up from the camera and smiled and nodded to the suggestion. "Yeah, I am sure it's fine. This is our last year in the Academy, sooner or later we will graduate." Nora said.

"You have read my mind, Nora." Ren said walking out together with Nora out of the school building. "Two years, and it was the story that made headlines that involves forbidden love between law and crime."

"Something tells me you will make a great novelist." Nora encouraged. The school bell rings. The one bell that rings from one transition to another, the sound that will haunt the students forever.

-2 years ago-

Captain Saturn Vasilias of the New York Police Force was in his cab to his destination for the assignment he was in. "10-2, we got a cartel in the dust facility, Ever Dust Inc., five males, two females on the road." One line have said from the radio. Saturn then picks up and speaks through the mic. "10-2 unit 6, close all the roads and don't let them escape." Saturn responded.

After driving at full speed, knowing he might have much time to prevent the crime of robbery in the dust facility and caught up with two cargo tricks in front of the entrance. The bombing was non-stop. The Schnee Family were a known crime family that illegally sells dust for weapons, their empire grew large since then. Saturn has been researching about them for years, but none of the family members has been caught. However, one of them, a young woman has been reporting about them and giving them tips since then, our of fear for the safety of her younger younger siblings, and would suffer the same fate. The woman then became an undercover informant.

Saturn then got off his cab, and takes out a megaphone as he spoke to an old man, who is in his 50s or 60s, wearing a casual suit, which is the sign of him being a ringleader of the cartel. "Jacques Schnee, you are under arrest for the robbery and numerous murders!" Saturn announced.

"Your father before you was a fool to think you could win this round!" Jacques retorts after ordering his men to raise their guns and pointed at him. "You never learn, haven't you, cold-blooded man?!"

Saturn's son, Jupiter has been behind his father this whole time and also pointed his sniper gun at him, mostly the main boss are the main targets. "Jupiter, you cannot draw weapons at him, you'll be charged with firearms! And you don't have a permit for that!" Saturn scolded him. "Relax, dad. Mom taught me a lot. Plus, this is the first time we have a father-son day in your fight." Jupiter remarks. But Saturn wasn't pleased. "Get ready, old man! Either you and your buddies come quietly and peacefully, or you'll regret it!" Jupiter warned.

"Peace? Peace is the very word I hate, as I hate all Vasilias'! Come at me then! Winter!" Jacques stated as he gave a hand signal to his men for gunfire. And called out his daughter, Winter to lead the gunfire. She came out and gave a signal to fire. Saturn and Jupiter hid behind the left side of the cab as the bullets created holes from a right side of the door. Jupiter then came out of hiding and shot back.

Jacques hid in his cargo for his own safety. And Saturn shots back at his arch-enemy. "Blasted Schnees, they don't know when to quit." Jupiter scoffed. Kept firing one after the other. Later, after a scuffle, Jacques got away in his own cargo. But the rest of his men have been caught, and some of the stolen dust has been recovered, but the rest were stolen.

Lydia, Saturn's wife, and Jupiter's mother, and a lawyer, cleaned some of the wounds they received from gunshots. Luckily they survived. But knowing her, she feared for her family's wellbeing and would scold them for getting too reckless. "Honestly, Saturn. You have enough damages for one day! And you, Jupiter, try not to get in the way for your father's patrol the next time."

"Sorry, Mom." Said Jupiter, crossing his arms.

"Sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you by making dinner tonight." He winces a little as Lydia puts rubbing alcohol on his bleeding shoulder. "Ah!" He hissed. "I am just glad Neptune wasn't here to witness this, it would've been traumatizing for him. Knowing how sensitive he was."

"I hope so too. Good thing our dear boy is at home minding his business." Lydia breathes in relief to know that her son is safe at home, or so she thought.

Later that afternoon, Neptune is in his bedroom doing his homework. Having headphones covering his ears with the music in his head. Then a knock on his window. It was a blonde-haired young man his age. Neptune then hears the knock and walks over to the window for a greeting. And opens the window. "Dude!" Neptune greets, and Sun jumps into the bedroom and gave him a handshake. "It's been a while."

"How've you been?" Asked Neptune. Sun then break away and gave him some stolen IDs with photos of him and Neptune. With different names that were related to crime empires. For Neptune, it's Kaman Aquors, and for Sun, it's Solar Reign. "What's with the fake IDs?" Asked Neptune. Sun smirked proudly as he thought of a great idea, or in Neptune's case, a bad idea. "Duh, I heard the Schnees are having a secret meeting for an auction. Where the stinking rich gathered around to buy stolen dust."

"Dude, no. I said it once, and I will say it again. No way. I cannot sneak out there and go to this auction. Dad will worry, and Mom, she'll be grounding me for a year if I ever go. I don't like how things were going as much as you do, but this is a bad idea." Neptune objects.

"Come on, Dude think of it as an undercover assignment. Think about it, once we have evidence to where Jacques Schnee is hiding, it will be the end of his empire. And plus, your dad will be so psyched, he will wanna make you part of his squad." Neptune then thought about it, his father has been stressing out for years fighting against the Schnees for their dangerous methods of running the business.

It worried him one bit as he saw his father feeling fatigued, coming home with wounds. Neptune then proceeds to think about the idea. Although it might get them into trouble, but it would give them the advantage for him to finally convince Saturn to rest up a bit. Neptune has no other choice but to accept the invitation. "Alright, if we're going to do this, we need a disguise. Knowing the Schnees, they would probably be after my family for being law enforcement."

"Alright! I knew you come around!" They high-fived. Later, Lydia came into her son's bedroom with dinner on the tray. "Sweetie, sorry your father and I are-Ah!" Lydia dropped her tray and it scattered into bits of vegetables and sushi. And saw that her son is gone and the window opened. "Oh my god! Saturn, he ran out again!" This is not the first time her sons have snuck out the bedroom window.

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Weiss, the heiress to the Schnee has arrived to her room to get ready to meet her mother. Since she came back from a business trip. "More tea, Miss Schnee?" Asked her butler, Klein who have been close to her since she was young. The only family member she had been interacting with is with her elder sister. "Your sister had returned from her business trip."

"Thank you Klein. You know, it's funny. Living in a private island with no one but your family. This is absolutely isolation for the matter. Father had some shady dealings. Mother appoints lawyers in cases of my father on trial. While my brother wasn't around, just with my father. "Well, it's natural to be alone sometimes, my dear. But at the same time, it wasn't okay. Hopefully your mother will get the time off and you can have a bond with her."

"Good idea. But in the meantime, I have to think about what to do for the rest of the day." Then Weiss hears footsteps. It was her elder sister, Winter. The main heir to the Schnee Mafia. Although neither of the sisters agree to this. They acted like they were used to this. Winter came back in a sweet after finishing tipping off the police. Without their father knowing it. "One more thing there and done." Winter sighs in relief.

Weiss is happy to see her sister appear in her room. "Winter!" Said Weiss. As she ran and embrace her sister once more. "How are you today my sister?" Winter said. Weiss broke away. "Not so bad." Weiss replied. "Welcome home, Miss Schnee. How are your shifts with your father?" Klein curtsied. But Winter said, "Klein, there's no need for you to address me. But it's good to see you too." Winter assured. Winter hates the life she is living right now and wants her father out of the picture to provide the freedom for her siblings.

"Did you know that Mother will be arriving soon?" Asked Weiss. But Winter was adamant and never wants to speak about their mother. But reluctantly, she had to keep her sister at Bay to not be down on suspicion. "Yes, I have heard. But for who knows how long." Winter responded. But their mother appeared before her. "I am right here you know." Sighed their mother.

"An evening with you, Mother." Sighed their mother, Willow. Willow walks over to Weiss, who she has been expecting to appear before her. With Winter ignored a bit. But to her relief. "To what will do I owe you, Mother?" Asked Weiss.

"I age forgotten that you are reaching adulthood at this time, darling." Said Willow. "Still, you look very lovely."

"Ah, yes. Weiss has been growing up with her studies and was ready to apply for a university at this age. But at the same time, she-"

"I know this is too much to ask, Weiss. But have you ever thought of marriage?" Weiss was a bit stunned for a moment. Never she thought her parents would ask of this. But was aware her mother had been arranged to marry her father at Weiss' age. "Not exactly, Mother. I haven't thought of that. Anything you want to add?"

"Oh, for goodness sake, Mother. Marriage? I thought we were over this. Weiss is young and you can't just arrange someone to marry her. That's objectifying her." Winter argued in her sister's defense. Knowing that it was a ludicrous solution.

"Your father has been running out of men for the run-ins at some point. Therefore we need to combine our empires. And your father has already picked out the best suitor for your sister." Willow argued back. And Winter can tell in the eyes of her mother that she is just too much into pleasing her husband. "The auctions start tomorrow and the selection, Henry Marigold will be there to seek her out. His father will be the solution to our problems." Said Willow.

"Um, Mother. I don't know about this. Maybe Winter is right. Never met him. And he probably won't like me anyway." Weiss took Winter's side, unsure if she should take the opportunity of pleasing, or the opportunity of arrangement. But then again, she has not seen either of her parents, or her younger brother. "I have not yet met this person. But since this might be the option to get out the manor, even for a moment. This might be her chance. "If it means it will help our family, then I will see to it. Give me time to get to know this person." Weiss said. And Willow clasped her hands in joy. "Splendid, starting tomorrow, we will get you ready." Willow gestures Klein to follow, leaving Weiss and Winter alone in the same room. Winter shook her head in disapproval.

"Weiss are you sure about this. Think about it. You can't have this. What about your dreams of university? You can't throw that away. What if this person was a tyrant?" Winter asked, unsure how is her sister going to deal with this. Normally Winter would defend her to keep her out of harm's way. Informing police in secret in hopes she would put her father in jail. But the thought of her sister in exploitation is the horror she wished she wouldn't have to hear. If two empires merged by union would mean bigger chaos with crime all over. And it would lead to square one. Another thing she has to report.

"I don't know, but no matter what, I'll have to keep and eye on things, just to be safe." Said Winter, this could be a chance to expose some darker secrets.

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Neptune and Sun have entered the auction without fail. Using the fake IDs with the names of the previous rich men Sun had stolen from before he arrived in New York. Wearing tuxes and mask to keep themselves covered. To not blow their cover.

The private island of Schnee was no problem to find. Since Neptune had been hacking in computers all his life, he has no issue to find the transmission networks of the island. Most of the time the wealth has been building private islands for isolated reasons, and they have the most secured equipment. "Must've taken a lot of money to build this place." Said Sun.

Neptune looks around while seeing people in dresses and tuxes, masks and jewelry. Chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. Portraits of Jacques in a series of timelines. What a show-off. Only a few portraits of him and his family. Tables with such beautiful silver cloths. "Tell me about it, sooner we take the photos, the sooner we get out of here. Here, every day the auctions were illegally run by the Schnee Mafia. Empires gathered to buy the most expensive loads of dust and weaponry." Neptune replied.

"I'll see if they got any contracts that are related to this. We need a list of surnames just to be sure." Said Sun. Neptune nods, "Good idea, I'll talk to some guests, see what they know. I'll also record anything on the way." Suggested Neptune. Sun then pats him on the shoulder for some luck for him. And left his side to go upstairs. Neptune came to look around for some whispering crowds. But someone who came across him when his eyes got caught, distracting him.

A young, white-haired woman his age wearing a dark blue dress, and silver necklace. A mask matching her dress with teal gems attached. The woman looked at him and gave him a smile. Neptune cannot make out for what he was feeling, as if a fever began to make his heart pound in his chest. But then the gaze was interrupted when a dark blue-haired young man, whose hair was combed to the side approached her before him. "Are you Weiss, how do you do?" Asked the man.

"Henry Marigold, I presumed?" Weiss asked. Henry then smiled and lend her his hand. "Indeed I am, I hope you can do me the offer in this dance."

"Of course." Sighed Weiss. Neptune is left disappointed at he was beaten to it. But decides to wait for the right moment to see what Weiss knows about the empire. While Weiss wants this to end, growing exhausted that Henry talks about himself and never asked Weiss of what she likes, or what hobbies. Finally, she has enough, and Weiss excused herself for some fresh air. Neptune takes this chance to approach her. "Evening Miss. How is tonight?" Asked Neptune.

Weiss rolled her eyes and thought she was about to get a round of boredom. Things did not go as planned. "Terrible, I thought tonight would go so well, but I felt like nothing, as if everything died down a bit." Weiss replied. Then Neptune offers her his hand. Weiss looks a bit surprised. "I hope you don't mind if I offer you this dance. If that's okay with you?" Neptune asked. He was a terrible dancer, if he can mimic the moves by watching the crowd of dancers, then he could pull this off. Weiss is a bit shocked, but felt flattered that a man asked if she would like to dance. His eyes captivated her in his gaze. The charming smile he drew on his face.

"Actually, I would love that." Weiss replies and takes his hand, and was pulled into the dancefloor. Trying his best to watch his steps while seeing how the others dance their hearts out. Weiss then gazed into his eyes. Meanwhile, a security guard whispered into Weiss' younger brother, Whitley's ear, and was shocked to see who was on the dancefloor with his older sister. "There's a dog scorching on the House of Schnee? No, absolutely not. By the length and honor of my kin, I shall take this by my own hand." Whitley was about to make a scene to expose Neptune, until he was stopped by his father. "Ah, son! It's a pleasure to see you're enjoying this party!"

"Father, don't you see who that was? That commoner is nothing more than that son of the cop who's been chasing you for years." Whispered Whitley. But Jacques refrains him from taking action. "Look as long as we don't create a scene. If we have blood drenched on our hands, we would be hunted down by his father. So just do me a favor and keep it down. I'll sent someone to take care of him by the morning." Said Jacques, then Whitley unwillingly complied and left without a word, defeated. But not before giving Neptune (who did not notice and whispers into Weiss' ear, as she giggles) a dirty look and then turned his head and went to his bedroom.

Then Weiss is escorted into the courtyard by Neptune to have a moment alone with him. "So, you don't see much of what went all in those kind of parties?" Asked Neptune as he sat near the fountain near Weiss. "Most of the time, I would stay in my mansion, the only times I went outside the island is when I have classes to attend. I always dreamed of going to university. But with my parents having different plans for me, I am not sure if that's happening any time soon."

"Really? I always wanted to study at a university too. When I was a kid, I always wanted to study in NYU." Neptune blushed as he looked at her once more. The more they chat, the more enchanting the night has become. Neptune seemed to forget for why he was here. Something about the girl he was staring at seemed familiar to him, but this is the first time they have met. "The last thing I wanted was a life of success and a bit of freedom, even if that freedom cannot last. I never saw my parents often, nor my brother when they're busy on the line of work. Surely I knew those kind of things were illegal. But how am I supposed to argue with that? Of course, I wasn't allow off this island to know more." Weiss sighs.

"I'm sorry, I guess it wasn't fair that you've been living here all your life. But hey, look on the bright side. How was this night now?" Asked Neptune. Weiss then blushed and giggled. "I guess it's okay, for now. Maybe tonight wasn't so bad when you came along. Something tells me you weren't from around here." Weiss questioned. Not sure if it's another one of those suitors her father had sent, but she didn't mind since he seemed to approach her sincerely.

"Oh, yeah. I was sent here. Just for inspection. It was getting boring to me, but meeting you, it got less boring." Neptune replied. Soon, neither of them realized they are getting closer and drew their faces nearer, and their lips touched to one another. Weiss caressed his cheek as they have kissed for a few minutes. It was like fireworks exploded in their hearts. But it was interrupted when Winter showed up in front of him. "Sister, what was the meaning of this?!" Confronted Winter.

Weiss and Neptune broke away. Weiss tried to find a way to make excuses. Although Winter does not mind letting her sister having a great time. But at the same time, she knew she have to pull her away to not let her face her father's wrath. "Come, Father is expecting you." Winter grabs her hand and pulls her away. Neptune follows and saw that Winter has escorted Weiss to her father, his father's arch-enemy, Jacques Schnee. Winter then whispers something to her ear. "I must warn you, his name is Neptune, and he is a Vasilias." Weiss is in shock and looks at Neptune with despair. Feeling she was tricked by a boy who enchanted her in this party. At least Winter did not tell her father about the kiss. Neptune was about to leave, but not before seeing Weiss smiling at him, a sign that they will meet again. Neptune still couldn't believe she was a Schnee, but he was happy to have met her. Sun then approaches him. "Hey man, where have you been?"

"Um..." Before Neptune can say anything, Sun smirked at the side of him he has been seeing. He could tell Neptune has been lovestruck. "Oh, I see what was going on here." He sang. "You've been infatuated." Neptune jolts at the state of blushing. Then waved his hand in defense. "No no no! That can't be true! I was just lost that's all."

"Really, I won't tell your dad. Just tell me about that girl you've been swooning with." Sun asked. Neptune wasn't sure how to describe to him. He would be a bit shocked to find out it was a Schnee he was dancing with. "How am I going to put with this. Okay, just keep calm when I say this. But the girl I was dancing with, she was a Schnee." Sun's eyes have bungled at a state of shock. Then shook his head and tries to set the record straight. "Dude, she is way out of your league, did you forget that her dad is a criminal, deadly mastermind?" Sun reminds him, but Neptune huffed in response. But manages to change the subject. "Dude, let's just get back to that later, right now we have to get out of here. Trying to get answers from her and she never knew much. But you can tell she has been living on this island too much. And her dad would've probably sent the guards by morning.

"Fine, you and I need a serious talk when we head back to New York." Sun sighs. One night, they were hiding somewhere in the jungle where the manor took place. Even if the trees are fake. Neptune then snuck into the gardens of the Schnee Manor to see Weiss standing on the balcony of her room. "The glimpse of her in front of the moon can't be more beautiful than the moon at sight. Her eyes matches the icy waters. And Weiss is the moon in the sight of my eyes."

"Oh Neptune, Neptune..." Weiss said as she thought of that name after the party after it grew quiet as the guests left. "She speaks." He said quietly. "Wherefore art thou my Neptune? Deny my father and refuse my name. For what is a name if thou wilt be? But be sworn my love and I won't be a Schnee."

"I defy my name too!" Neptune shouted as Weiss jolted in shock to see him below the balcony. "Goodness!" Weiss gasped in shock. She never expected him to meet her again. But worries what her father will do. "Neptune, what are you doing here? If Father finds out you're still here, he will kill you." Weiss whispered in a harsh tone. But Neptune uses a pillar to climb onto the balcony to speak with her.

"I know, but as a son of a cop. Unlike your father, my dad is more of an overprotective type. I knew you are form this family. But it doesn't matter, I just want to get to know you more. Therefore I also defy my name and would be preferred to be called by my first name." Neptune explains.

"For years both the Schnee and the Vasilias have been at war with one another and they were still at war now. It came to the point where I knew I cannot see you. But I want to know you as well. My father has been committing crimes I wished I should've stopped. There was nothing I can do. It was a never-ending bloodshed." Weiss adds, turning away for a bit. As Neptune listens.

"Last thing I wanted was this war to end. Although you are a Schnee, I don't see you as one, just a woman with culture and personality." He then lift her chin, gently as he follows. "So, maybe we can meet in New York, I know I can't stay here and get caught. I can take you anywhere you want. Just say the word and I'll do it."

"I would love that. But knowing my father, I will always get surrounded by security. Or in some cases, my sister, since she was older than me."

"Maybe I can come up with the sneakiest plan for us to escape security and we can hang out a bit more. Without both our parents' knowing." Neptune suggested.

Weiss has been thinking about it, she cannot stand being in the crowd of security. She knew her parents would forbid her from seeing him because he has Vasilias blood in his veins. But there was a side of him no one has ever seen. "Perhaps I will think about it. see if we can meet. I will give word to my sister. After all, maybe she can help with that." Said Weiss. Knowing her sister will be staying for a few weeks. Neptune then smiled as a response as they leaned in closer and kissed again. "Weiss! Where are you?!" Winter called. Once again, they break away from each other and Weiss knew she has to get back inside. "Coming, Winter!" Weiss called back. Then push Neptune away to get him to hide. "Quick, hide! Before security comes!" Weiss urges him until he fell off the balcony and landed on the bushes in the garden. "I'm okay!" Said Neptune.

The next day, Neptune returned home, only to find his parents waiting for him in the living room of his house. "Where have you've been, Neptune?! Do you have any idea how worried sick your mother has been?!" Scolded Saturn, he was not one to be harsh on his children, but never took his youngest for being a rebellious type. "Oh, hey dad. Sorry I am late, I was just out for a walk..." He said, nervously. But Saturn was a bit suspicious. "The thing is, I got bored and I couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy in my own home and thought I could get some fresh air. I didn't realized it was late and my phone has died." Neptune lied.

Saturn then approaches his son. And then places his hand on hos father's shoulder and sighs. "I am sorry, son. It wasn't fair for you to be kept in the house all day. We are worried for you, that's all." Saturn apologized.

"Are you sure you're not lying, bro?" Asked Jupiter, suspicious about his brother's whereabouts before he came back. He saw red in his face. It was a sign he was lying at some point. The last time Jupiter snuck out, his little brother was too honest enough to snitch on his brother.

"Just don't do it again. Next time just tell us, okay sweetie?" Asked Lydia. They were just going to let this slide and let this go, being the caring parents they are. Lydia then walks over to her husband and son and embraced them. Jupiter decides to let this go this time. But thought that the next time Neptune snuck out, he would have to follow him to see what he was doing.

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On the weekdays, Weiss and Neptune would have to escape security with the excuses of school activities after school. Only to sneak out of the school building and go on dates. First, Neptune has been taking her out to the movies on her request. Seeing a romantic movie about Titanic. How an upper-class woman has been forced into an arranged marriage, only to fall in love with a lower-class man who saw her as a person.

"Even with those differences, they found each other." Weiss teared up as she saw the ending as the love of the main protagonist's life has died from hyperthermia. Neptune wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. Weiss felt better after the ending. Unbeknownst to them, a curious ginger-haired girl takes a picture without a flash of light. They heard a click, but saw nothing as the young photographer hid from them.

Another day past and they were at a mall. But wrong move, Jacques' security team arrived to search for Weiss, but they hid in another shopping center, where they bribed the manager to help them escape. After they exit the building using an emergency exit, Neptune and Weiss laughed a bit. Thinking how awkward this say went.

The next day, they were at a park while avoiding some eyes that might see them. Suddenly, some classmates they never recognized in their school approached them and asked them to take a photo for the school yearbook. "Can we take a photo of you guys?" Asked a raven-haired boy. They gladly accepted and Weiss and Neptune posed together. Not thinking twice before, cause they were having too much of a great time. Then Neptune spotted his brother looking for him. He then yanks Weiss with him and ran off before Jupiter could see them.

The next date, Neptune has to sneak out of his house. But not before his older brother notice and decides to follow him. Neptune has taken Weiss to a cafe, where she can try some latte, something her father would not allow her too. "I don't know, I wasn't allow to have some caffeine." Weiss said with hesitance. But Neptune insisted to make her feel good about being outside of the island and some relief from isolation. "Come on, one taste cannot hurt."

Weiss took one sip of the straw and felt the flavors on her tongue. And felt the cool but tasty features of the latte. "Oh, that was blistering, but sweet. What else can you show me? I cannot believe we hadn't been caught yet." Weiss giggled.

"I cannot believe it either." That is, until a voice interrupted them. "A-ha! I knew you were lying this whole time, Neptune." They then turned to see Jupiter standing before them. He is not happy to see him with Weiss, knowing she was a Schnee and he hates the family that committed the crimes against his. And seeing him with the daughter of the Schnee family made him furious. "Neptune, who is this? He looks like my sister's age." Asked Weiss as Neptune stood in front of Weiss to prevent Jupiter form doing anything to her. As he approaches his brother. "What were you thinking, she is a Schnee for crying out loud! Her family are criminals and they hunted down our family for years!" Jupiter shouted as they crowd from different tables are watching. "Jupiter, I can explain!" Neptune defended. But Jupiter grabs his wrist, tightly. "Home, now." Jupiter hissed.

"Gee, do you have to be this scary?" Neptune flinched. Then Jupiter turned to Weiss in pure anger. "And you, tell your sister to meet me in Times Square. And stay away from my brother, or else..." Weiss looked at him in shock as his face grew a bit frightening. Neptune then looked at her with sadness. "I'm sorry, Weiss." Neptune apologized, before being dragged away from her and then back home. At least Jupiter is not going to tell their parents about the relationship. But decided to keep Neptune watched 24/7. To not let the daughter of the criminals see him again, fearing she will use him for their father's information.

After two weeks, Neptune received a text from Weiss. Telling him they need to talk and to meet him at Central Park. Neptune manages to block the cameras hidden beneath the walls meant to keep an eye on him. Jupiter has no idea what hit him. Then jumps out of the window again. Ran in to Weiss at the Central Park.

"Hey, Snow Angel. What's up?" Before Neptune can ask a bit more. Weiss started to tear up. "I'm sorry, I cannot see you anymore, Neptune." Weiss wipes her tears from her eyes. "It was a mistake, I never should've met you." Neptune is appalled to hear that she won't be seeing him anymore as he thought he did something wrong to make things worse. "What do you mean, did I do something wrong. Please, Weiss. I want to know what I did wrong." Neptune pleaded, wanting to comfort her and console her. As he gets closer to her, she pushes him away.

"The truth is, I am getting married." Neptune thought his ears were playing tricks when Weiss mentions she was getting married. "My father planned this from the start, he knew you were at the party that night. And the fact that you were the son of a cop, he was furious. He told me he knew about our dates. And if I don't go with the plan of marrying the son of another mafia, he would kill your father and you." Weiss explains. Neptune is shocked. He never knew her father would gone too far.

"Weiss." Neptune then wrapped her arms around her. But Weiss wants to protest this. But her feelings of warmth from him are too strong and she allows herself to, as if it were the last time before she meets her fate. "I'm sorry, I am sure that we cannot see each other again. But it was for the best if you're alive and your family as well. I think this is goodbye, Neptune." Weiss then turns away and walks away to depart from him.

But Neptune did not just stand there and watch, instead he stopped her and she turned back to look at him. "Neptune, I told you. We're different. I am the criminal's daughter, and your the son of the police captain. We're just not meant to be. I enjoyed these times together."

Neptune did not take these words to heart as he then decides to defy the opposites. He then brings out a small box wrapped in a ribbon. "Weiss, I don't care about any of that. Like I said, I defy my name and renounce the name of Vasilias. Just like you said, you also defied the name of Schnee. Therefore for me, you're just Weiss. And I won't define you by name. And I won't be preferred by the name Vasilias. I am Neptune, and only Neptune."

"Neptune. Somehow you managed to convince me. And for some reason, I have no regrets meeting you. The stars, the ocean, and the night sky, it will always remind me of the night we met. I also dreamed not only for university, but to also see you there. Where we can be free of our differences."

Weiss then looks up in the night sky and Neptune turned to the gift box. It was the perfect place for the right moment. Even if it is too early. His family will not like this, and her family will not like this either. But now would be a matter of time to ask her something. In hopes to free her from the Mafia life under her father's rule. "Weiss, I know we have met for a couple of days and months, but I was hoping I will ask you this."

Weiss then turned to Neptune who had knelt down and he opened the box to reveal a golden ring. Not expensive, but it was enough for Weiss to know the love he has for her. The real love she has wanted for a long time. "Neptune, you know we can't."

"I know, but I want to be the one to make you happy. If you let me, I'll try my best to give what I can give you. I will free you from this, and when we run, and cut ties with our families completely, this way, you can settle. Weiss Schnee, will you marry me, and join me in the flow of time?" Neptune's eye sparkled. Weiss can never be happier than before, as she wrapped her arms around him as he slips the ring in her finger. The least they have to do is survive their family feuds.

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The next afternoon, Winter and Jupiter are in a middle of a gun showdown as they came into a Mexican stand-off. "This time we will settle this once and for all, Schnee." Jupiter then cocks his rifle as he was the master marksman. But Winter has ready her gun after filling her bullets with her pistol. "You should appreciate when I became an informant for your father. I just want this war to end as much as you do."

"But not with you. These past few years were a streak of humiliation. Your father will not get away any longer without his secret weapon, mainly you. How does my father tolerate you this easily?" Jupiter snared. Glaring at her with such hatred. "Stop!" Then Neptune came in between them. "What are you doing, little bro?! Get out of the way!"

Neptune then turned to Jupiter. "No, bro! Let me handle this!" Then he turned to Winter. "I'm sorry my brother has been causing trouble for you! But for min and Weiss' sake, stand down!" Pleaded Neptune. Jupiter refuses to go down without a fight. And starts firing the gun, then Winter got behind the rails and shots back while Neptune and Jupiter also hid. "Sorry, Neptune, but this war has to come to an end."

Winter did not waste time to fire back. Jupiter then emerges and shots back. Neptune then fights back by tugging onto Jupiter's gun. "Let go of the gun, Neptune!" Jupiter yelled. "I'm doing this for the good of the family!"

"Good by foot!" Neptune retorted. Winter then lowers her weapon as she was about to say something. "Don't you realized this war has gone too far?! You and Winter have the power to stop this! If not for Dad, do it for me!" Pleaded Neptune as they kept fighting over the gun. Finally, Jupiter knocks out Neptune. Both are once again in position.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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summertime sadness .5.

work day

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (fingering)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Loki adds to your workload.

Note: Right, here we go, here we go, here go again. Girls, what's my weakness? Men! Sorry, minor detour there but are we ready for the darkness? Y'all hold onto your panties. Thanks everyone for their support and I love you all! 💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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You didn’t sleep much. Every time you closed your eyes, the scene flashed behind your eyelids. Loki standing over you, the image on his phone, his hand on your chin. And then you thought of Bucky. It was hard not to; your phone buzzed all night as you ignored his messages. Steve’s too. It had finally caught up to you and it felt worse than you could imagine. A man you admired thought you nothing more than a floozy. Well, maybe you were.

Saturday shone through your window and you rolled over. You were exhausted; mentally, emotionally. Your hours were spent reprimanding yourself. Going over all your mistakes; every single choice that had led to such disaster. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You moved slowly, your body cramped from the tension.

The grind of your coffee machine filled the apartment as you sat at your desk. A mark of your guilt. A gift from one illicit lover; another having defiled you a top it. A year ago, to think of all that had transpired, you would’ve been appalled. You were. You’d sold your integrity for fleeting pleasures. You felt cheated. By yourself more than any.

You filled a mug and grabbed your phone from beside your bed. You hadn’t looked at it since you laid down the night before. Missed calls, unanswered texts, unread emails. You answered Bucky first, a simple ‘I wasn’t feeling well. Sorry.’ Besides, he had plans with Tanya, or was busy dodging her.

You texted the same to Steve and his response was swift. Your phone vibrated as his ID flashed across the screen and you answered the call after several rings. You were weak, breathless.

“Hey,” You said quietly and sipped your coffee.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

“Fine,” You lied poorly. “Work’s kept me busy and… I guess it’s gotten ahead of me.”

“Oh,” He uttered. “Any plans today?”

“Rest,” You shrugged and sat back in your chair. “After I sort through all my work emails and catch up.”

“Bucky?” He asked.

“I… I’m tired.” You grumbled. “I… need a break.”

“I’m sure work would understand if you took a day to yourself.” Steve said.

“No, no, I can’t do that,” You said suddenly. “I wasn’t talking about work.”

“What do you--”

“You shouldn’t be calling me. You should call Kylie. See how she’s doing.” You interrupted. “And Bucky should worry about his students. About marking and whatever. And I need to think about myself and my job.” You stood and paced around the small space of your apartment. “I’m sorry but… you said it yourself. It’s okay to be selfish, so I’m going to be selfish and think about my future because fucking old men isn’t going to get me anywhere.”

You hung up before he could respond. And then your heart sank. Why had you said that? It all had spilled from you so quickly. You cringed and your phone began to buzz again. It was Steve. You let out a shaky breath and dismissed the call. You set your phone to do not disturb’ and tossed it on your bed. Maybe your words were rash but it didn’t make them any less true.

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Monday. You walked into Adder Press with a pit in your stomach. You were jittery from more than your morning coffee. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly as you passed Stacey. Everything around you seemed distant, obscured by the haze that fell over you. You sat at your desk, numb, and began to set out your stuff as you always did. In a desperate attempt to make it all feel normal again.

As you waited for your computer to boot, you felt a subtly weight on the back of your chair. You looked up at Loki as he gripped the chair and smirked down at you. You blanched and your pen slipped from your hand. He bent to grab it before you could and as he rose, he dragged the lid against your leg. He held it out and you snatched it from him.

“Morning meeting in five,” He said as he stood before you. “Then I wanted to go over layout with you. A useful lesson if you ever hope to be anything more than a freelancer. You have to have a good eye… for detail.”

You gulped and nodded. “Yes, okay, yeah.” You set the pen down on your desk. “Five minutes.”

He winked and left you there to stew in your shame. You glanced around but no one else seemed to notice your tense interaction. They were all too concerned with their own schedules, their own presence at the meeting. Really, who cared much about the summer intern?

You were antsy as you walked into the conference room. You hid between Vanessa, a political pundit, and Jory, who covered local business stories. Loki sat near the head of the table as the marketing head went over the final prints of the Pride issue. You folded your hands before you but couldn’t concentrate.

Your eyes wandered from the powerpoint and you found the editor-in-chief peering over at you. Another sinister grin sent a chill through you. You looked back to the screen and prayed for the day to go quickly. Your heart felt as if it would explode.

When you broke out, you dragged your feet and were the last out of the room. You lingered at your desk as you grabbed your notebook and pen. Loki’s office beckoned to you ominously. He stood in the doorway watching you; waiting for you. You neared him as his lips curled.

He shut the door and you jumped at the click. He brushed past you before he rounded his desk. He pulled a chair with him and placed it beside his. He waved you over. You took a breath and crossed to him. As you sat, he pinched your ass and you pressed your lips together to keep from yelping.

His hand settled on your thigh as his other moved his mouse. He opened a page from last month’s issue and kept his eyes on the screen as he kneaded your leg. “We’ll go over composition. How to draw the reader’s eye and using layout to enhance your words.”

You nodded stiffly and shakily opened your notebook. He kept his hand on your thigh as you place the book on his desk and uncapped your pen. He circled the title with his cursor, entirely unfazed by your discomfort. His fingers slipped closer to your pelvis.

“Titles are easy but you’ll want to position them according to article type as well. Is it an editorial? Review? Reflective?” He continued. “Now, most editors would leave this to marketing and such but… I try to be hands on with every aspect of my business. My seal is on every page, ever word, that goes out.”

You scribbled down a jumble of words as his hand slid between your thighs and he squeezed. You flinched and he let out a soft chuckle under his breath. You kept your wide eyes on the monitor and he carried on his lesson. His hand never quite reaching its target. He was teasing you. Asserting the new power he held over you.

When he finished his spiel, he drew away and turned his chair to face you. His legs were far apart and you tried not to look at the obvious bulge in his pants. You kept your head down as you slipped your notebook down onto your lap.

“I’ve got an important lunch date tomorrow,” He said. “I should like you to accompany me, darling.”

You peeked up at him. “Okay.”

“Sceptre Press is looking to expand its mediums. The director of Celestial has agreed to discuss a partnership.” He said coolly.

“Oh?” You breathed. “They… do podcasts?”

“Mostly,” He confirmed. “But, my dear, do wear something nice. A skirt.”

You crossed your legs. Your straight-cut pants felt thin enough. “Alright.”

“No panties.” He licked his lips. “Our little secret… well, another one, yeah?”

“Okay.” You said. You bit down and your pen rolled out of your grasp once more.

His eyes followed the pen and flicked back to you. “Well, go on,” He mused. “Very… clumsy today.”

You bent to retrieve your pen and he caught the back of your head. He held you there and rolled his chair closer so that his lap was only inches from your face. He snickered as you tried to pull away but quickly gave up. His other hand stretched over his crotch and he grasped his erection through the thin fabric of his trousers.

“I could make you do it right now,” He slithered. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” You uttered.

“I’m tempted,” He rubbed himself and shifted his hand as he pushed you closer. “Kiss it.” You closed your eyes and kissed his bulge. He shivered and let you go. You sat up, dizzy, and he grinned at you. “Not yet.” He preened. “But I do have to take care of this…” He ran his hand across his lap again. “So if you would excuse me. I am certain you have work to catch up on.”

You stood and back away slowly. “Yes, sir.” You turned as you rounded the desk.

“Sir? I like that,” He called from behind you as you neared the door. “Oh, darling, one more thing.”

You spun back to him and shielded your chest with your notebook. “Yes?”

“I’ll need some inspiration so before you sit down, go to the lav and take a nice photo for me.” He made a show of unzipping his pants behind his desk. “I bet you’re wearing a sweet little white bra, aren’t you? Maybe a precious pink number?”

Your throat tightened as you stared back at him. “Okay.” You forced out. “Is that all?”

“For now,” He shooed you away with a wave of his fingers. “As you will.”

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You had few skirts to choose from. You settled on a lavender one that ended just above your knees. With it, you wore a blouse with a Peter Pan collar and a grey blazer with three-quarter length sleeves. It wasn’t as enticing as any other outfit you owned; which was not at all. Perhaps that would work in your favour.

When you arrived at the bistro, Loki waved you ahead of him as you followed the hostess to your booth. You slid across the bench first and he was close behind. He took out his phone and checked it before he set it face down on the table. He asked for water and nothing else.

Your leg shook under the table nervously. He grabbed your thigh to still you. The waitress returned and he thanked her, his hand still on your leg. When she departed, his fingers slowly gathered your skirt. You reached to pull it back and he tssked.

“Our associate has informed me she’s running late.” He grinned. “About twenty minutes or so.” You squirmed as his hand slipped beneath your hem. “I think we can fill our time accordingly.”

“L--Mr. Laufeyson,” You gasped. “Someone might see.”

“They’d have to be watching us very closely,” He leaned against you as his fingers crawled along the top of your thigh. “Now,” He shoved his hand between your legs roughly. “Let’s have some fun, darling.”

You parted your legs reluctantly and he tickled along your cunt. You grabbed the edge of the table and your eyes searched frantically. The other diners were occupied with their own meals, their own company. You felt as invisible as you had back at the office. He rubbed you slowly. He lifted his glass with his other hand as he continued.

“After our meeting, I think we’ll head back to the office and call a conference. We’ll need ideas for prospective podcasts,” He swirled his fingertips and you let out a long breath between your teeth. “Of course, if this all goes to plan.”

You whimpered as you felt yourself getting wet. His fingers glided easily along your folds as he spread your arousal. You planted your elbow on the table and held your chin as you bit your lip. Mortified, you tried to hide your face.

“Uh uh,” He grabbed your wrist and shoved it down as his fingers dipped inside you. “Look at me.”

You leaned back against the booth as you looked over at him. He smirked as he moved his fingers steadily in and out of you. He pressed his palm to your clit and the sensation made your legs shake again.

“Is this what you like? Sneaking around?” He taunted. “Is this what he does, hmm? Or maybe he bends you over his desk?”

“Mr. Lauf--” You swallowed down a moan and clapped your hand over your mouth.

“I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it,” He sped up and your thighs squeezed his hand. “Are you going to cum? Here in front of everyone? In the middle of this restaurant?”

Your eyes rounded and you grabbed his shoulder pleadingly. You couldn’t speak, afraid you would cry out instead.

“You like being a naughty little girl, don’t you?” He curled his fingers and you heard a subtle squelch as your walls twitched around him.

You bared your teeth and latched onto his arm. You rocked your hips without thinking as you came. You let out a shuddery breath and he slid his fingers out of your cunt, sure to drag them along your folds. He untangled his arm from your grasp and you fell back against the seat and pushed down your skirt.

He raised his hand and ran his wet fingers over your lips. He pressed against your mouth until you opened it. He stared into your eyes as he made you suck your own cum off his knuckles. He withdrew them and used a napkin to wipe away your saliva.

“It is a pity, however, that this lunch should set you behind, darling,” He crossed his legs and drank from his water again. “You will have to stay late tonight… to catch up.”

“Yes, sir,” You ceded.

He smirked and looked around. A moment of silence before he perked up and stood. He buttoned his jacket so it hid his bulge and greeted the tall woman who approached you. He shook her hand with the same one he’d just had between your legs. You stood in kind. Your legs felt weak.

“Valerie,” He purred. “Thank you for fitting us in today.”

“Us?” She looked between you. “And sorry about the delay. Traffic was… traffic.”

“My intern,” He introduced you by name, “She’s shadowing me for the day. To get an idea of the business and all its little quirks.”

You shook her hand and you sat down as she did the same. The server was quick to appear and offer you menus. You eagerly took yours, hoping to hide behind it for the rest of the meal. Especially as that familiar and irresistible tingle nestled in your core.

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atiny-ahgase · 4 years

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Sweet Dreams

Author’s Note: I started this with no direction but I somehow still really like it. IDK I think it’s kinda cute. I intended for it to be more like a drabble but I don’t really think that it is...oh well. Also, I tried my best to make the reader both gender-neutral as well as to remove any words that would cause you to assume the ethnicity and race of the reader. I’m still really new to writing so if I slipped up on any of these attempts please let me know. I’m trying my best.

Side Note: This will be my first work since my 2 week-long Writer’s Block. I honestly still have it but I also really wanna write something...It’s soo frustrating.- Gabby.

Summary: Feeling overwhelmed and stress from work threatens to rid you of your sanity your only source of calm in this otherwise hectic world, Mingi, is busy at work preparing for the Ateez comeback. You don’t want to burden him but what are you to do when the breath easier beside him?

Pairing: Mingi x Gender Neutral reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Contains Fluff, Angst, Idol x Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, (Not really sure what else).

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You lightly hissed as the warm water cascaded down your aching body, engulfing your muscles with liquid bliss. Work had been the most demanding this week than it had been in a while. The workload wasn’t that much but you were already understaffed as it was and your demanding boss wasn’t helping to soothe the stress and anxiety brewing within you with all the work that still needed to be done. You needed a break but with the deadline fast approaching, no way was that going to happen.

Softly sighing you turned off the steady stream of water before grabbing your towel; relishing in the feeling of the plush fabric embracing your body. You walked out of the restroom entering your bedroom before collapsing on to your bed; the plush mattress beginning to absorb the moisture from your shower. As you sink into your mattress your mind begins to wander to your only spark of light in an otherwise seemingly dismal world; formally known as Mingi. How was he doing? You hadn’t seen or spoken to him in a while and it honestly showed in your demeanour. You were always much calmer after speaking with him. Each laughed that slipped past his lips took with it all of your worries.

You had both met at a coffee shop not too far away from your office building. After ordering your drink you scrolled through your phone waiting for your order to be called. Not long after your order was called and you approached the register extending your hand to retrieve your coffee. Unbeknownst to you, the stranger beside you seemed to be doing the same thing. Both of you appeared to be unaware until you grasped his hand over the coffee cup.

“Sorry”, you shakily replied pulling your hand away from the beverage while looking up at the man standing beside you. The warmth from your hand seemed to spread to your cheeks in a matter of seconds. You felt like you were looking up at the sun. His existence alone seemed to brighten up the drab and dull decor of the local coffee shop threatening to blind you if you looked too long. How could one person be that bright?

A cluster of gentle curls adorned his head landing lightly across his forehead. He wore round-rimmed glasses which just drew your attention straight to his warm brown eyes, they looked so welcoming. They reminded you of the homemade toffee you would make with your grandparents, soft, sweet and warm. A small chuckle escaped his mouth directing your focus to his lips which immediately curled up into a bright smile forcing his eyes to all but disappear. The sight alone causing you to smile in response.

It was strange, the smile felt so natural to you although you’ve rarely found a reason to smile lately. The weight of the world had reshaped your once bright smile into a frown that even your greatest efforts could not mend so you decided to give up. To stop wasting your time on the happiness that somehow always seemed to evade you.

But now you where you are in a crowded cafe, smiling like an idiot at a complete stranger who didn’t even say anything remotely funny. That’s it; your boss had literally driven you to madness. That was the only sensible explanation for your unwarranted happiness.

“You can have it; I’ll just wait for the other one,” he spoke, bringing you back to reality. “Oh no I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you responded arms raising in protest.

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I let a gorgeous person like yourself wait in line?” he defends while sliding the cup over to you. Failing to keep your heart in check you can already feel your ears heating up much hotter than any coffee you’d ever consumed. Cheezy pick-up lines like that had never made you react this way before so why now?

Maybe because it didn’t feel like a pickup line, it felt more like he was just talking to you, no strange ulterior motive he was authentically being nice. Yet another interaction that you were not used to. Deciding on taking him up on his kind offer you mumbled a small “Thank you” before taking a sip of the coffee, the liquid feeling cold in comparison to the warm feeling flooding your cheeks.

“You know waiting in line is a lot more fun when you have someone to talk to”, you smiled up at him, enjoying the warm feelings you got from his interactions. You wanted to hold on to the conversation just a little while longer. With so many conflicts currently going on at work, it felt nice to have even a semi-decent conversation with someone whether it was with a stranger or not.

Somewhere along the line, that chance meeting turned into planned meetings which turned into him showing up at your apartment unannounced with snacks and now you don’t know what to do with yourself. You’ve gotten so used to seeing him that these past few days have been absolute torture. He and the rest of Ateez were working on their comeback and you know that Mingi must be just as exhausted as you if not more exhausted and you don’t want to burden him with your problems. But you miss him so much.

Everything in your apartment reminded you of him. From the collection of hoodies that you’ve “accumulated’ in your closet to the faint smell of lavender that seemed to have remained on the cushion, he would usually sit on. They all just served as constant reminders that he was not there. A loud sigh leaves your lips as you will yourself to get dressed not wanting to be consumed by your own thoughts.

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Your entire evening just consisted of you dragging yourself all over your apartment in a futile attempt to be productive when in reality all you wanted to do was curl up beside Mingi on your couch; head nuzzled into his neck, hands grasping his shirt which would always smell like fresh Lavender. He’d hold you tightly as if you were the most precious person in his life, one arm around your waist drawing gentle circles while the other gently stroked your hair.

You close your eyes remembering all of the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear and with every word you could feel the stress and anxiety leave your body and in its place would be that warm feeling that somehow always seemed to accompany you whenever Mingi was around.

His presence was like that of a storm; washing away the debris that seemed to settle on your heart, nourishing the withering roses of your soul, revitalizing the rivers that gave life to your otherwise dull eyes. His smile alone provided the single ray of light you needed to see your way through whatever you were facing, guiding you back to his warm embrace. And now that he wasn’t there you wondered how you ever walked on your own. Every step that you took felt ten times heavier because he wasn’t there beside you.

You sink further into the couch simultaneously diving deeper into your head when the blaring of your cell phone ringing forces you out of your thoughts. Not bothering to look at the caller ID you press the answer button just glad for a distraction to keep your mind occupied.

“Hello,” you answer in the best fake cheerful voice you can muster up. “Hey y/n”, you hear a sleepy Mingi grumble on the other line. His voice was a lot deeper when he was tired but even with that, you could still sense the hint of happiness that laced every word that escaped his lips. He truly was the personification of sunshine. “Sorry to be calling you this late I just really needed to hear your voice”, he continues.

You feel a ping in your chest as you try your best to steady your breathing, his words always went straight to your heart. Mingi was always the honest type, he would never shy away from anything he had to say and even though you really loved and admired that about him; you couldn’t help but blush anytime he said things like that to you. “Will you tell me about your day?” he inquired before some faint shuffling was heard on the other end.

“I’d rather hear about yours,” you reply; not wanting to ruin his mood with your problems. “But if I do all the talking how will I get to hear your sweet voice?” he whines into the phone. You chuckle softly to yourself, imagining the way he would wave his arms in the air when he didn’t get what he wanted. You sighed before muttering a soft “You asked for it” before taking him through your entire day. You couldn’t help but give in to his every request, his childlike glee made you want to spoil him. He softly hummed listening to you recap the events of your day only speaking when he was sure that you were finished. Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders you laid on the couch, exhaustion quickly replacing the stress that once filled your body.

You always did feel the most at ease when Mingi was with you, and even though he wasn’t physically there didn’t stop your mind from melting into the calm sea that was his voice. Each word he spoke crashed on to the shores of your heart retreating only to remove the pain and frustration left there by others. The rhythm of his cascading waves sang a song straight to your soul; like a gentle lullaby, it cradled you until you were consumed with sleep. As you laid there falling deeper and deeper into a much-deserved slumber; you could faintly hear the slow and subtle breathing of the idol on the phone.

Sweet dreams Mingi.

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moondustis · 5 years

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loyalty.love (m)

pairing: nakamoto yuta + reader genre: smut, angst word count: 8,3k warnings: violence, mentions of drugs, death, depictions of injuries summary: the starting point, the moment it all changes, is very easy to remember. as is the moment it all goes wrong. (modern persephone and hades, gang au.)

you think there is more dark in you than there are bones. what is a monster? what is a lover? what is the name that sounds so sweet on your lips in the dying of the night? love we’ve only the light to fear. darkness always follows.

darkness and bones - k.j.c

the starting point, the moment it all changes, is very easy to remember. as is the moment it all goes wrong.

it’s a slow day, like tuesday mornings always are. you are fixing arrangements for the display while a calm song plays in the background, so immersed in it that you don’t notice the big black car that parks right outside the small flower shop. you don’t notice the man getting out of it until the little bell in the door alerts you of his presence.

a shiver runs down your spine from the sudden sound but in no moment, like it’s automatic for you, you’re turning around to greet them. “good morning, how may i help you?” it’s sweet and welcoming like an employee of a flower shop should be.

he looks out of place, with the all black outfit and not a trace of a smile on his lips. “hello.” he says, eyes scanning the room but never meeting yours. “i have an event coming up and would like some flower arrangements. “

the event in question turns out to be a funeral, and it’s not unusual, not at all. but the man, that you would much later find out was named taeyong, made it seem like it was. he doesn’t request specific flowers, says he trusts you to pick the most adequate ones for the situation. you give him the prices and he gives you the date and address, nothing else and nothing less.

you didn’t know then that this is where it would all begin, of course. but you think that maybe your intuition did, that something very deep inside of you was screaming to be careful. you didn’t listen to it, of course.

✦

it’s june so the rain is no surprise but still you wish your coat was warmer from the cold that takes you even in the inside of your car. it’s a perfect day for a funeral, you think, if such as thing exists.

the address they give you is far out of the city, so far that you get lost twice before finally arriving at the huge mansion. the first thing you notice is the garden full of green but no other colors, it’s almost as if it adapted for the funeral with only dark red roses in the front yard. the second thing you notice is the cars parked outside, all black and looking expensive. you park your small car a bit far from the others and as soon as you get out two man dressed in all black appear asking for your name and id.

when it’s clear to them who you are and what you are doing there they let you inside, helping you with the various flowers arrangements you brought to decorate the funeral. in your mind you’re walking inside the house of one of the richest families in japan, with the level of security they have and how huge this house is. you wonder what piece of the family has died.

they take you to a kitchen where numbers of employees walk in and out bringing trays of food and empty glasses. you place your flowers on an empty space and work in peace on making the last details perfect.

you work for about 20 minutes when a man walks inside the kitchen, in and all black suit and comes into your direction. he examines the flower for what feels like hours in an uncomfortable silence before he finally speaks.

“what kind of flower are these?” he asks, observing them with care in his eyes. he doesn’t look a year over twenty but there is a harshness in his features that make him look like someone your mother would tell you to stay away from.

“they are lilies” you reply, avoiding eye contact. “they represent the restored innocence of the soul of the departed. i thought it would be fitting to the event.”

he just hums, making you uncertain to if you should continue the conversation or if he just came here seeking for silence. “are you close to the person?” curiosity gets the best of you.

“yes. very close you could say...“ is what he replies with and if there’s hurt in his voice you don’t notice.

“oh, i’m really sorry for your loss...” he has stopped analyzing the flowers and is now looking at you, the look in his unchanging. “you must be devastated.”

“it’s okay.” he says, voice flat and you don’t know what to take from it. you notice just now that the rain has stopped. “death is not something that phases me anymore.”

his word make you taken back, and you finally look at him to see if there’s anything in his face that indicates he’s joking. nothing. “i think it’s natural for humans to fear death, since it’s the only thing that’s final.” he raises an eyebrow at your words, as if he’s intricate “if we don’t then maybe it means our humanity is dying.”

“are you implying that i'm no longer human?” his voice is so harsh that your eyes widen and you start apologizing, only stopping when you hear his laugh, deep and like honey. it’s odd to see a man that looks like him laugh.

“i’m only joking, please don’t take me seriously.” you roll your eyes. turning to your flowers again and making the last changes so they look perfect. he takes that as a clue to leave and with one more word directed to you he’s walking away from the kitchen.

✦

june is almost over, the days passing in a blur of sameness and you’re getting tired of the rain by now. no one seems to want flowers in this weather and the shop barely sees more than three customers a day. you’re boringly swiping through your instagram feed, watching your fifth dog video of the day, when the black car parks outside the shop. the same one from that last time, almost a month ago. a man walks out, wearing all black again, but it’s not the same one as last time. still, he looks familiar and it’s only when he walks inside the store and gives you a tiny smile that you remember.

“good afternoon, how may i help you?” you say, voice filled with sweetness out of habit. it only makes him smile more.

“hello.” is all he says for a while and he moves around the small store with ease, but looking completely out of place. he’s wearing a coat and a turtleneck that makes him look fancy and rich, like someone who shouldn’t be shopping in a neighbor shop “what is this season’s flower?”

the question takes you by surprise, taking you a few moments to finally get your thoughts together and reply. “the hydrangea. it’s very popular around this time of the year.”

“i see… and what is the meaning of it?” he raises one eyebrow and continues to smile at you. the whole interaction is setting a chill down your spine, like you can’t understand why it’s happening.

“according to a legend it’s associated with heartfelt emotions, gratitude and it’s often used as an apology.” you say naturally, like it’s a normal thing for a person to know so well.

he seems surprised by the knowledge. “i’ll take a bouquet of it then.” it’s an odd request, like every interaction with this man seems to be. you start gathering the flowers in your arms, all blue, and move them to the balcony in a way you’re too familiar with. he stays quiet watching as you arrange it with as much detail and care as possible.

“you’re very good at this.” he compliments, the smiling forming on your face impossible to hide.

“oh, thank you.” you reply bashfully “i have been around flowers from a young age, since my mother was a florist. when she passed away she left the store for me to care for.”

it’s probably too much information to share with a complete stranger, someone you don’t even know the name, but he listens to you like he cares. “i’m very sorry for your loss.” he says “but it’s very good that she passed forward such a good talent.”

“yes, i agree.” you finish up the bouquet, tying it up at the bottom with a pretty lace. talking about your mother always made you feel weird. it happened so sudden that you were never sure on how to really feel and because of that you hated discussing the matter. “but what about you? what do you work with?”

he laughs like it’s a funny subject. “you could say i work with a family business too.” you just hum, not pressing further on the subject and walk to the register, him following right behind you and taking out a wallet from the pocket inside his coat. “how much do i own you?”

“the total is $14.” the payment goes normally but as you hand the flowers to him he just shakes his head, the beginning of a smile on his lips.

“i bought them for you.” the look on your face must be hilarious, you are not even sure what to say, even less on how to react. who in their right mind buys a bouquet for a florist. “as an apology for the way i behaved at the funeral, i thought that i may have come out a bit rude.”

“that was days ago, oh my god.” is this man crazy? that’s the only possible thought that runs through your mind. “you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“still, i needed an excuse to see you again, didn’t i?” your cheeks turn an impossible shade of pink, the bouquet still in your arms probably making you look very silly. “i could also say sorry over dinner if you’d like that.”

he is definitely crazy. who meets someone on a funeral, has something that can barely be considered a conversation and then a month later comes to their workplace to ask them out. “i’m sorry, what? i don’t even know your name.”

“i’m yuta.” he says, extending his hand for you to take. “it’s nice to meet you, ____”

you shake his hand, and for a moment you wonder how he knows your name if you didn’t even say anything. but then you remember your name tag and feel a little dumb for it. he just smiles at you and takes a little longer than normal to drop your hand. “so, about that date?”

✦

yuta is surprisingly gentle and flirty, nothing like you had imagined and expected. he takes you to a restaurant that’s too fancy and expensive for you, the food coming in small portions and the wine he orders so sweet that before you notice you have had four glasses of it. you would feel out of place if yuta hadn’t made sure that you felt comfortable with the many compliments he showers you with.

after the date he texts you asking when it would be okay to take you on another and you indulge him on not just one but five more dates.

it’s not hard to fall. not when he treats you with such care, not when he sends you flowers even though you’re surrounded by them everyday. not when he kisses you like he’s trying to say something with the press of his lips to yours.

it’s natural how it happens, you go from dates to late night calls and late nights drives, and hand holding while walking around the street. he nevers asks and you never question it, just let it happen.

it’s so easy to fall that you let yourself, freely. and he catches you.

✦

november comes with the cold weather of autumn. business is slightly more busy due to end of the year celebrations and more often than never you find yourself tired and worn out after a full week. this week only you had to make arrangements for two big events and on top of that make bouquets for regular customers.

yuta’s existence seem to be surrounding you. he doesn’t take you on as many dates as before, claiming that business is busy, but every chance he gets he stays the night at your apartment and leaves so many traces of himself on it that there’s not a time of your day that you don’t think of him. you wonder if it’s healthy to miss someone’s presence so much when you have to sleep alone. without his warmth you think that you weren’t made to endure the coldest weathers without him.

you didn’t get to see him at all this week, your heart aching for his smell when you finally get home on friday after a tiring day of roses and dandelions. to soothe it you decide to have a nice night for yourself, taking a nice bath and ordering food to watch in front of the tv while you drink wine.

you are comfortable on the couch, blanket almost swallowing you, when it happens.

you never watched the news, because of time and disinterest, but what was happening in the country was too huge to not know. another drug war, years since the last one and this time much more violent as the gangs killed each other for territory and money. you watch it all on the tv with anxiety running through your veins and maybe you had been too naive, not paying enough attention because the moment the tv flashes and yuta’s face is on it the last thing that goes through your mind is surprise. it made sense, of course. the scars and the multiple tattoos he kept hidden. the gun you know he carries on his car but never tells you about.

your mind goes blank for a couple of second. a gang leader. you should’ve known by the way he carried himself that yuta was not a regular man. you feel on the verge a panic attack but it never comes. you should be afraid of him, leave and never look back but there’s not a single molecule of your body that wants to do that. it’s the cliche of cliches. falling in love with the bad guy, the type of man your mother warned you about, the one you should keep your distance from, the one would ruin your life with a snap of his finger. you wonder how many men he has killed in his lifetime. wonder if he would kill for you.

your phone rings and it gets you out of your daze. it’s him, of course it is. this is the first time the news show his face without discretion and it’s obvious to him that you know by now, it’s obvious that you’re going to leave and never talk to him again. he wonders how he managed to keep it as a secret for so long. “______…” his voice sounds almost sad, regretful “i’m so sorry.”

you grip the phone in your hand, crying without even noticing. “can you come over? please.” it’s too much suddenly, your heart feels like it’s going to rip your chest in half. the thoughts of yuta being dangerous wipe off your mind, being replaced with the ones of him being in danger. images of him being hurt, gun pressed to his forehead flash behind your eyes and you’re weeping like mad on the phone. “please, yuta. i need you to come here, i need to see you.”

when he arrives, 2 hours later, you have a headache from how much you cried. your eyes red and puffy and it breaks his heart to see you like this. he holds you and tells you everything will be okay for what feels like ages and you want to tell him to stop lying, there’s a fresh scar on his face that proves to you there’s no way it will be okay.

“no one is going to hurt you, baby. i promise you.” he says pressing thousands of little kisses across your face. “i will kill every man that dares threaten you.”

when you fall asleep yuta watches you with grief in his eyes. if he could he would undo it all, go back in time and make sure you never got involved in any of it. it would hurt too much but he knows pain better than anyone else.

✦

nothing and everything changes. yuta is the same as always, sweet and caring boyfriend who comes to your house at midnight with chocolate and cuddles you. in the news the reporters paint him as a man that lives for blood and will kill anyone that dares threaten his empire. in your eyes, he is both.

the violent war portrayed on the television is not half as bad when seen from inside, yoongi’s gang works in quiet ways, sending his men to yuta’s areas to cause havoc. if yuta is worried he doesn’t let it show but he looks more tired these days, his face somewhat harsher and when he fucks you it’s like he’s trying to let something out, trying to regain control where he can. you don’t complain.

it’s saturday night and where you would prefer to stay at home and have a nice night in, yuta is antsy and agitated. it’s the first time, of many that were to come, that you go to the underworld. you had heard about it before, the biggest and most popular club in tokyo where only the richest and most influential people went for drugs, for fun or both. what you never knew was that yuta owned it.

“i own half of tokyo, lover.” is what he tells you when you ask about it, giving you his cocky smile and you swear you couldn’t fall more for this man.

the lights blind you for a second the moment you walk inside of the club, hand in hand with yuta but he seems unfazed by it. there’s a loud beat playing, something electronic with some rap and some people dance to it, bodies mixing and grinding together, while others stay secluded to the private booths, whispering secrets in each others ears. the decoration is nice, all black with some gold details and there’s lights everywhere.

yuta squeezes your hand softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he walks deeper into the club, greeting some people on the way. your black dress flows a little as you walk.

“the royal couple!” taeyong exclaims when he sees the both of you arrive at the highest booth of the club. he was the only of yuta’s men that dared to talk directly to you, being his right hand. yuta had told you taeyong was like a brother to him, the both of them growing up together and becoming attached to the hip. he also said that taeyong was his best snipper, having such a way around a gun that it was like a dance to him.

you watch with a smile on your face as yuta hugs taeyong, whispering something in his ear that makes the other man laugh loudly. he moves to the rest of his men, taeil, johnny and jaehyun all stand in a circle, looking powerful in their suits.

“how do you like the underworld?” taeyong asks, coming closer to you. his hair is almost white blonde now, a high contrast to the red he had the last time he saw you, and he wears an opened shirt that gives you a glimpse to his chest tattoo, the same koi fish yuta has.

“it’s very nice.” you say, playing with the hem of your dress. after all these months you still feel a little out of place in yuta’s reality “i’m not much of a club person but this is not as overwhelming as the other ones i have attended.”

“oh, of course. we keep things classy in here.” he says, a smirk on his face as he turns a bit towards the table in the middle of the booth and grabs a glass of something that has a pretty drink color to it and red seeds on the bottom. “here. you should have something to drink.”

you take the glass from him, raising one eyebrow. “what’s in this?” you ask.

“champagne with pomegranate.” he takes a sip from his own glass “the underworld’s speciality.”

you mimic him, taking a small sip but the flavor is so pleasant that in no time you’re the downing the whole glass.

when yuta comes back to your side you’re slightly tipsy and feeling clingy, keeping him close to your side and touching more than necessary. he looks amused by it all and pleases you by moving to press his lips against yours, in a sweet manner and you are sure he can taste the pomegranate in your lips.

you don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol but you feel on the clouds moving his lips in time with his, his big hands gripping at your waist to keep you as close as possible. it’s like the whole world has dissipated and there’s only the two of you. when you break the kiss he looks at you with adoration in his eyes and you can’t hide the smile that takes your lips. you sway your hips playfully in time with the music that’s playing, dancing with yuta and he laughs at you. “you’re so silly.” he says, pressing one more kiss to your lips, a smile on it.

around 2am, when you’re comfortable in one of the seats on the booth with yuta’s warmth surrounding you and laughter bubbling on your chest, taeyong whispers something in his ear that changes the entire atmosphere. yuta curses lowly under his breath, getting up in one swift movement and storming outside of the booth telling you he’s going to be right back.

you’re a little stubborn so you follow him, right behind taeyong and taeil coming right after. “what are you doing here, kim?” you hear yuta’s voice before you see him, coming face to face with a blonde man that you have never seen before.

“i just came to have a good time, my dear.” the boy says wickedly, a smile on his face and you know already that he’s going to get on yuta’s nerve. “and to finally see the princess you hide so well.”

yuta surges forward so fast that in no time he has the man in his grip, wicked smile still on his face. “what did you fucking say?” his voice is filled with poison.

the man looks straight into your eyes, smirking before he’s facing yuta again. “i said i came to see your pretty little whore.” he says and the moment he finishes the last word yuta’s fist is coming in contact with his face. there’s a number of gasps, and oohs, one coming from your own mouth as you watch yuta punch the blonde multiple times.

your heart beats erratically on your chest, watching as the two men fight. when the man’s hand come in contact with yuta’s faces you let out a cry, body instinctively moving forward before taeyong grabs you. you only relax in his grip when you see the smile on yuta’s bloody lips as he moves forward, punching the other like a mad man. you feel like you’re going a little mad too as you smile at the way yuta is moving, it fills your chest with something that’s very close to excitement. when he falls to the floor, yuta finishes with a last kick to his ribs. “tell min that i’m fucking sick of his acts. if i have to see any of you one more time i’m going to burn everything he owns to the ground.” he says, turning to look at his men and nodding his head to the back door. “take him outside.”

“let’s go, baby.” he says, grabbing your hand and taking you to the back exit of the club, where his car is parked. his mouth still has a bit of blood on it.

when you’re inside of the car he wastes no time in driving away at full speed, music playing loudly. there’s an edge to him that sets on the whole atmosphere, he looks wild and powerful speeding so much that you feel like you’re about to take flight. you don’t tell him to stop, of course not. you bask in the thrill of it, melt against your seat when he moves his hands to grip your exposed thigh, smiling softly your way. he looks untouchable, like there’s nothing in this world that can touch him, and it makes you feel just as powerful.

✦ mornings where you wake up yuta’s body pressed against your are sacred. you always wake up before him, with the small rays of sun invading your room and the warmth of his body making you feel safe.

like this, he looks young and peaceful, hair messy and mouth slightly open as he snores quietly. your heart swoons with adoration and affection. with a hand moving slowly as if to not disturb his sleep, you brush the scar on his cheek with your thumb, feeling the soft skin as his eyelashes flutter from the touch. he’s a light sleeper.

“morning.” he mumbles, eyes barely open yet and you giggle, moving the hand on his cheek to brush his hair out of his face.

“good morning, baby.” you reply and he smiles lazily, arm bringing you impossibly closer to his body.

“i like when you call me that.” he hums when you let your arms fall to his chest, face so close to him that it’s easy when you finally press your lips together in a lazy kiss. it’s nice and comfortable with the warmth of the sun and the birds chirping outside.

yuta is usually desperate when it comes to this. like he has been craving you for his whole life and can never get enough. he fucks you hard, spilling filthy words and bruising you in ways that you don’t mind at all. he likes having control and making you beg while he calls you his over and over again. now, when he kisses you with such gentleness it’s nothing like that.

there’s still clear intentions when his hand move to your thigh, playfully hiking your babydoll until he has his hand on your ass, massaging it softly like he doesn’t want nothing out of it. you whine against the kiss.

he breaks the kiss with a last peck and a kiss to your nose before he has his lips on your neck instead, biting marks and sucking on it. you let him have his fun, feeling the warmth on the bottom of your belly grow. even more when he presses himself so close to you that you can feel his arousal against the satin of your sleepwear. “mhm, yuta...” you say, voice low as you move a hand to his hair, soft against your fingers. “want you to fuck me.”

his lips detach from your neck, now all pink from his bites, and he looks up at you with glossy eyes and swollen lips. a sinful look. “you’re so needy, baby. i fucked you yesterday.” he says, a playful smile on his lips and you see flashes of last night play before your eyes. his hands gripping your hips as he fucked you harshly from behind, the filthiest things spilling out of his mouth. a small moan falls from your mouth as your remember when his hands came around your neck, squeezing it just enough to make you come. “don’t worry, princess. i always give you what you want, don’t i?”

and then he’s kissing you again, deeper this time with his tongue dancing with yours in sensual motions. one of his hands stay on your cheek as the other wanders underneath your babydoll, finding your breasts and massaging one of them until you are whimpering against his mouth. it’s a game he likes to play, getting you worked up that by the time he’s inside of you, you’re already losing your mind. he pinches one of your nipples hard and you’re arching your waist, trying to get a little bit of friction where you want it the most.

“tsk, you’re so desperate, angel.” he says teasingly but still gives you exactly what you want, hand moving down and down until he’s touching you through your thin panties, wetness soaking it. “and you get wet quick like a virgin.”

your cheeks heat up from his words, it’s embarrassing and he knows it, the sound of his laugh almost low enough that you don’t hear it. he removes the panties and then your babydoll, throwing them to the side along with the bed sheets. the look of adoration in his eyes when you’re bare for him like this is imprinted in your mind forever.

the kisses he presses against your belly make you giggle, until he’s face to face to your heat and it turns to a moan that sounds too much like a plea. he listens to it and parts your folds, breath against it making you shiver. a kiss and then he’s eating you out like it’s his favorite thing to do in the world. he gives you kittenish licks before he’s pressing his tongue flat against your entrance and licking it up in a way that makes your whole body arch from the bad, his name falling from your lip.

he doesn’t make you cum like this, only teases enough that when he finally, finally, enters you you’re so wet and ready that his eyes roll to the back of his head from it. the most powerful man in the country but the moment he’s inside of you is like he becomes putty, will do anything you ask him to. “you’re so perfect, baby.” he whispers against your ear, hips moving in a slow pace and your nails drawing crescents on his back. “you feel so good, it’s like you were made for me. only mine.”

you nod, urging him in to move faster but he doesn’t. continues to move with patience, his dick thrusting into you so deep that you see stars each time it brushes against the spot you love so much. when you’re close to come he brings his hand down and he rubs your clit until you’re clenching around him and moaning desperately. it’s blissful when you finally come, whole body shaking and he kisses your noises away.

his thrusts become just a bit faster after, and he whimpers and groans close to your ear. he comes when you tell him to make you his, to come inside of you and he moans so lowly you wish you could have recorded the sound.

afterwards, when you’re both clean in bed, you trace the lines of the tattoos on his chest. like this, when it’s peaceful and you’re safe, yuta feels at home. feels like it would be okay to die if it was in your arms.

✦

the club is filled to the brim with people, the shiny lights illuminating where it should and leaving the places that need to be hidden alone. yuta’s eyes roam around the area, looking for possible threats and things that look out of place. he finds nothing but still feels on edge, being on an area that wasn’t his always did a good job of setting his nerves on edge. he looks at his men, just in time to see taeyong whispering something on jaehyun’s ears and when he nods their way they separate and go to strategical places among the crowds of people, only taeil and yukhei following him now.

his gun feels heavy, like a sign that he’ll have to use it soon but he leaves it be. the reason why he’s here stands in a table far from the people and the lights. min yoongi sits there, in the middle of the booth with his men surrounding him. he looks powerful, yuta will give him that, but it’s only an illusion. he prides himself in knowing min is nothing but a facade, that all his weakness are on yuta’s sleeve to use as he please. he prides himself in knowing that while min has power, yuta is still the owner of everything he touches.

“min.” he says, with a nod of his head towards the blonde as he opens one button of his suit to sit down on the opposite side of the booth. yoongi looks the same he did the last time yuta saw him, blonde hair falling in his eyes in an attempt to cover the nasty scar that adorned his face and the single silver tooth in his mouth that made his smile even more bizarre.

the fucker has the nerve to smile and greet him in an excited voice. “oh, nakamoto! my old friend, how have you been?” he raises his glass of whisky to him, signalling for one of his men to pour him a glass.

he takes it, raising one eyebrow. “let’s cut the bullshit, alright?” yuta says, eyes examining yoongi’s expression. “i’m sure you didn’t get me to come all the way over this hell hole to talk about life.”

the other man laughs, deep and drunkish like yuta said something extremely funny. it pisses him off. “of course not. i invited you over to my hell hole to talk about something much more fun, i’m sure you’ll be much interested in it.”

when yuta was only fifteen his father’s gang got involved in the biggest drug war of the decade. he already knew all about the world but the only part he took in it was getting into fights with min yoongi after school while students gathered around and made bets on who would win. in the end, his father buried the rival gang to the ground, becoming the royalty of japan’s crime scene. in a fun coincidence, yoongi was the rival’s son and swore that someday he would kill yuta with his own hands.

the day never came and his attempts never succeed. yuta’s empire kept growing, yoongi falling right behind with a lust to put a bullet right in the middle of his forehead.

“there’s another war coming, nakamoto.” is what he says after taking a long sip of whiskey. “what will you do about it?”

“when will you learn that your ambition will be the death of you, min?” yuta replies laughing “aren’t you tired of having your man killed? there’s no need for another war, i have given you more than plenty territory to sell.”

yoongi’s hand move to the top of the desk, his fingers beating against it in what indicates anxiety but his smirk is still unfazed. he looks exactly like the sick sadist he is. “perhaps i have the upper hand this time.” he says “a trick on my sleeve that you won’t see coming.”

yuta raises one eyebrow, patience running thin and he decides to down the rest of the liquor and stand up. “my time is precious, min. when you have serious matters to discuss we can talk.”

he thinks he won’t say anything back but in the far distance he hears something that makes his heart rush just a bit more than normal. “people like us can’t love, my dear yuta. everything we touch is bound to death.”

his blood boils and he wants to come back to the table and punch min yoongi until he’s dead. “they’re going to come for her.” taeyong says, stating the obvious. it only pisses yuta more.

“i won’t let them touch a finger on her.” he replies, tapping his fingers in an erratically motion on his leg.

“i know, boss. but still, they will try to.”

“and i won’t let them.” are the final words. the rest of the drive is dead silent.

✦

the thing about power is that when you start losing it, even by just a bit, it feels like everything will go downhill. yuta sits on his table, fingers tapping at the dark wood. the sky outside is an ugly shade of grey, the clouds warning of the chaos that is coming. he feels tired, hasn’t slept well in weeks because all he sees when he closes his eyes is sicheng bleeding on the floor, like his life was worth nothing more than a few bags of cocaine.

wars like this, they happen in mysterious ways. it’s almost quiet. man are never satisfied with power until they have all of it, yuta had been there before. he would kill any man that came in front of what he wanted. but now, that he had it all ambition came chasing him and it wanted his blood.

“tell me what happened.” it’s the first word he says after minutes of dead silence. taeyong, who’s sitting in the seat in front of him looks at jaehyun on the other side of the room and then he starts talking.

there had been an attempt to rob one of yuta’s warehouses, the one he kept most of his stock. an attempt that costed him 30 bags and the life of one his youngest and most loyal man. min had sent around 10 of his own to attack the warehouse and the moment they arrived it was blood everywhere, sicheng not standing a chance. what gets to yuta the most, what makes his blood boil and the wish to put a bullet through yoongi’s forehead is that it wasn’t about drugs anymore, it was about proving something.

the rain starts, calm of first, and then it’s on full rage. the sky painted black in a melancholic way. “did you get any of his men?” yuta asks and this time taeil comes forward, hands behind his back.

“no, boss. but we got the informer.” he says and yuta can feel his eye twitch. the informer. one of his own men betraying him behind his back. it’s one of the things that make his power waver, if he can’t trust his own the who is he going to trust? how is he to know that taeyong won’t point a gun to his head the first change he gets.

“who is it?” he sounds almost bored, wants to think that he’s unbothered by this. he starts loading his gun then, moving with calmness and precision.

“it’s kim woojin, sir.” there’s grief in taeil’s voice.

yuta clocks the gun and stands up. there’s a look on his face that screams tiredness, exhaustion. “take me to him.”

kim woojin was a scrawny little kid when yuta found him selling cheap weed on the back of a public high school. with no family and real friends he had given yuta attitude when he asked what he was doing. in the end he accepted to come with him and trained until he became one of yuta’s best seller. he had the charisma and the talk that had people coming back for more.

when yuta enters the small room he sees the boy he knew for 10 years with a swollen eye and blood dripping from his lips, hands tied up behind the chair. he feels no remorse.

the door slams shut, taeyong and jaehyun coming behind him. the noise makes woojin look up, movements slow from the pain. there’s a mixture of feelings that go through his eyes when he sees yuta. regret, sorrow. but the one that stands the most is fear. it makes yuta smile, that’s what he wants, to be feared. wants people to be terrified of him.

he starts rolling his sleeves up, taking his time. “i-i’m so sorry, boss.” woojin’s voice is pitiful and it pisses him off.

“man, shut the fuck up.” he takes the gun in his hand, aiming it playfully at the man’s head like he would just shoot without getting anything in return. “didn’t feel sorry about sicheng’s dead body, did you?”

woojin whimpers as yuta hits his head with the gun before pressing it tightly to his brow bone. “i didn’t know they would kill him.” he cries out.

“awn, you didn’t?” yuta mocks his voice, pressing the gun even harder. there’s blood still dripping from the man’s mouth. “if you’re so sorry then tell me... where is fucking min yoongi hiding, huh?”

yoongi had been hiding for three weeks now, letting his man do the dirty work as he stayed low and not risking the chance of getting killed. “i-i don’t know.”

the punch that hits woojin’s face is loud, blood splattering across the floor from it. the next one hits even harder and yuta feels his whole body pump with adrenaline and anger. he thinks of sicheng as he grabs the man by the hair, grip tight and gun coming to press at his forehead. “would you rather i use other methods to get you talking?” he asks, poison dripping in his voice “i’m sure you’re very familiar with our torture tools.”

woojin ends up talking. something about an old warehouse and a meeting where they would be getting guns from abroad. he assures them that not many men would be there but that min definitely would. after he finishes talking the pleas for forgiveness start again and yuta patience wears thin. he shoots and watches the body fall limp.

✦

winter always made you sad. you remember years where you would stay in your house for days and feel miserable whole the snow fell outside. there were not many flowers around this time of the year.

this year is not as bad. yuta comes visit as much as he can, with tired eyes and cold hands. tonight he holds you close, warming you up as you lazily draw hearts on his chest. none of you say anything but the silence is comfortable, you enjoy listening to his breathing. moving up so you’re facing him you see that the scar he got from the last fight is fading, the cut in his eyebrow not as visible anymore. you touch it with a finger, rubbing softly and it makes him smile. there’s not many feelings that compare to this, having yuta close to you, safe. your heart feels full on your chest with the amount of love you feel for him, flowers blooming in your stomach.

you love his smile, how he has a special one just for you. you love the tattoos that paint his whole body, love how he lets you touch them for hours, getting to know each one. but what you love the most is that yuta is one of the most powerful man you know, could kill someone in a heartbeat, but when he leans down to press his lips to yours it’s gentle, like you’re a delicate thing that needs to be taken care of.

you kiss for hours but he never tries to deepen it like he usually would. it’s like he wants to enjoy the moment, memorize how you feel against him. “baby...” he says when he breaks it, hand moving to your cheeks. you hum, basking on his attention. “you know i will do anything to keep you safe, right?” he uses the word will like it’s something he’ll really have to do.

you nod your head and his eyes look almost pitiful. “i need you to stay with me at a safe house for a couple of days.” after a lot of thinking he thought that would be the best way to keep you safe. yoongi had realized that his drugs and his territory meant nothing to him anymore. his only real weakness was you.

at night when he closes his eyes he sees sicheng’s body in a mess of his own blood, sees taeyong getting shot and falling to the floor. in his dreams he sees you, smiling at him in the way he loves so much, and then there’s a gun to your head. your body falling to the ground, your house burning down. he weeps.

the look on your face is unreadable. “for how long?” you ask.

“two weeks maybe.” your eyebrow furrow. “until this whole mess is over.”

“i-i... are you asking me to leave my flowers?” it’s silly but it’s how you feel. you don’t want to be away from the only thing that has made you happy before he came along.

“there’s no other optio-“ he starts saying but you interrupt him, moving away from his embrace.

“if i say no then you’ll just kidnap me and hide me in the middle of nowhere?” you’re not being rational, acting almost childish like your life is not the thing at stake here.

“yes, i said i will do anything to keep you safe.” is his reply “but i would rather that you came willingly.”

✦

the safehouse is somewhere far from tokyo, and old thing that seems like it hasn’t had a soul step foot there for ages. you feel out of place and claustrophobic inside. “just for a couple days.” yuta assures you as soon as you step out of the car, four of his closest men with you.

taeyong is the one that gets closer to you, accompanying you for breakfast and during your daily sun baths. you wonder if he’s doing this under orders or out of pity. either way, you enjoy the company.

“how did you get into this whole thing?” you ask one day when you’re both sitting on the porch outside.

he seems unbothered by the subject, picking on his nails as the sun illuminates his face. he looks young without the usual suit and harsh expressions, they all do. “like yuta, i didn’t have much of a choice. it’s a family business.”

“didn’t you ever want to get out of it?” he looks at you and gives a tired smile. you have asked the same questions to yuta before and you don’t expect taeyong’s answers to be far from them.

“it’s a hard thing to get away from. death chases you and money is too addicting.” he says “but sometimes when i look at people being able to walk around not fearing for their lives i get jealous.”

you nod, feeling bad for him. “maybe one day you will.”

“some scars are too deep to heal, ____. and some things are too hard to escape.”

the days pass in a blur of empty walls and no color. you read, play cards with taeyong and get acquainted with the three rottweilers that guard the place. yuta had warned you about them when you arrived but they were puppies whenever you came around, tails wagging and bellies in the air.

some nights yuta only comes back when you’re already fast asleep, or pretending to be. too upset to even face him properly, the man that’s doing everything for your life. other nights he tries to kiss your sadness away. he brings you a bouquet of violets one day, making you feel warm inside. noticing your smile because of it he keeps bringing them until the entire place is filled with petals. an image of his loyalty and devotion to you.

you think of what taeyong said all the time. try to imagine your life with yuta in a few years from now and all you can picture is yourself living in fear of losing the person you love. maybe it would be better if you walked away, left to live a normal life but there’s no way you could that. you’re into it too, the scar is already too deep. way beyond retaliation.

it ends two weeks and five days after your arrival. taeyong has put a bullet on yoongi’s chest and taeil wakes you up at four am to tell you can leave at any time you wish. you get up immediately, gather your things and tell goodbye to the dogs.

when you see tokyo’s lights is like a weight has left your shoulders.

when you ask about yuta the man tells you it’s better if you wait until the next day to see him but you have none of it, acting like a crazy woman until the only thing he can do is give in and take you to him.

there’s not a lot of things you expected to see him but him all beaten up and doped from anesthesia is one of them. you let out a choked cry and taeyong turns to see your body entering the room with pity in his eyes. “what is she doing here?” his question is directed to taeil who just shrugs.

“she was going to murder me if i didn’t bring her to him.” he says and it’s true.

“what happened?” you question, moving closer to him, hand moving to his swollen cheek as you take a closer look to the wound right on the head of his tattooed koi fish. how terrible it is to love something that death can touch, you think to yourself.

“things got a little out of control and he got shot.” is jaehyun’s simple reply. he won’t give you any details, there’s no reason for that.

hours and hours passes before he finally wakes up. groggy and with a silly smile on his face when he sees your tired figure sitting on a chair beside his bed. “did i die and an angel came to pick me up?” he whispers to you.

“shut up, nakamoto.” is your angry reply. he knows you’re not really angry, just worried about him. “if you had died you would go straight to hell for breaking my heart.”

he has the nerve to pout, hand weakly moving to your cheek in a sweet motion. “i would never do that, my love.”

you want to cry when he asks for you to kiss him. want to cry when he says he thought of you when he fell to the ground. “my own personal heaven.” he says against your lips as your tears fall freely “i would love you even if i was buried in the deepest parts of hell.”

#yuta scenarios #yuta smut #nct smut #nct scenario #nct scenarios #neomythfest #neowritingsnet #i as so excited to post this #hope yall like it

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nicole-lynne · 5 years

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My hero, Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker saves you from a scary situation at your coffee shop job.

This was part of @sovietghoststories‘s 3k writing challenge! Congrats for hitting 3K!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Violence, abuse

It was almost silent in the small coffee and book shop. The only sound was the clinking of glass and your co-worker, Taylor’s voice as she ranted about her roommate. You were trying to stay focused on your friend, but your eyes would occasionally dart to the door, desperate to see the boy who came in every day around this time.

“-and then I flew to Jupiter in my neon yellow spaceship.” Taylor said and your eyes snapped back to focus on her. She smirked as the look on your face turned from confusion to embarrassment that you’d been caught.

“I’m sorry, Tay. I guess my mind is on other things, today.” You said sheepishly.

She gave you a knowing look, “It wouldn’t happen to be that cute boy from your school, would it? Ya know, the one that you practical knocked me down to serve last week.”

Heat rose to the tips of your cheeks but you tried to hide it by acting ignorant. “I have no id-” Ding. Your head snapped back to the front door with excitement but were let down by the sight of two girls walking in. Taylor burst out laughing, and you rolled your eyes as she leaned against the counter chortling. “Okay, so I might have a tiny crush on him. But he’s... I don’t know. He’s always busy with this Stark internship and he never really seems to recognize when I flirt with him.”

“Well have you tried asking him out?” Taylor asked like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.

Your mouth gaped open. “Um no, no way. I have no idea if he’s even interested.”

Taylor knocked your hip as she walked by, “There’s no way to know unless you try. And he’d be crazy to say no.” Then she disappeared into the back. You stared at the space where she had stood, your mind full of thoughts about Peter Parker.

You had liked him since he had joined the debate team. He had gotten every question right at the tryout and you loved seeing how confident he was in intelligence. The more time you spent with him, the more you fell. He was sweet and kind, and god, you could look at his big brown eyes forever. But every time you tried to hint at anything romantic, it went over his head.

Another ding of the front door brought you back to reality. You internally groaned as a guy walked in with a cocky grin on his face. He had been coming in here to harass you every so often. And usually you could avoid him by forcing one of your male co-workers to serve him, but it had been a slow week and you and Taylor had taken most of the shifts.

He sauntered up to the counter, delight glistening in his eyes as he spotted you waiting. “How ya doing, baby?”

Your stomach churned with disgust. “Welcome to Cup of Knowledge. What can I get for you?”

He scowled slightly. “What, is that all I get? I know you’ve been missin’ me, sweet stuff.”

The overwhelming urge to roll your eyes came over you, but you pushed it down, and forced a smile onto your face. “We’ve got a really yummy caramel campfire mocha for our special today. You should try it out!” You tried to keep the venom from your voice.

The guy perked up a bit then said, “Well if you recommend it,” he squinted at your name tag, “Y/N, it must be...yummy.” Your throat burned with bile. Oblivious to your revulsion, he winked at you and moved on down to the waiting area.

You sped through each step with the idea that the sooner his order was ready, the sooner he would be out of the shop. You plopped the finished drink on the counter and pushed it in his direction. “Thanks for stopping in, have a nice day.”

You turned around and frantically started to wipe down the counters, praying that that would be the end of your interaction.

“So,” your brows pinched together in frustration, “you should let me take you out on a real date. I’ll take you out for some food and then we can go to my place...”

You took a deep breath and turned to look at the guy. He was cocked over with a creepy smile plastered on his face. His hair was spiked up in the front like he’d tried to look like he hadn’t spent an hour on it. His shirt was one size too small for him and he was flexing his arm for show.

“Well that’s nice of you to offer, but no thank you.” The words tumbled out of your mouth.

Immediately, the guy puffed up angrily. “Why not? You’d be lucky to get a date with me.”

“I-I’m just not interested.” You stammered uncomfortably. Your gaze was flickering everywhere but at his face.

“What, you think you’re better than me?” His face was pinched up like he’d eaten something gross and he was starting to turn as red as a tomato.

You stepped forward and put your hands flat against the counter separating you and him. “N-no, that’s not it-”

He reached forward and gripped your wrist tightly making you gasp in fright. “Listen here, you little bitch, I was doing you a favor by going on a date with you.” His fingers were digging into your wrist and you were starting to panic.

“Please, please let go. You’re hurting me.” Tears were stinging your eyes now.

“Not until you agree to go out with me.” His voice was harsh and unrelenting.

Vaguely, you could see Taylor barge out of the back room out of the corner of your eye. But before she could intervene, the guy was yanked off of you. He stumbled backwards and knocked into a gift card stand.

“She said she wasn’t interested, you brainless dolt.” Peter Parker stepped forward to block you from view. Your heart rate skyrocketed at the sight of him.

The guy moved closer to Peter, trying to intimidate him. “And who the hell do you think you are?”

Peter stood tall without batting a lash, his shoulders tense. “I’m the guy who’s telling you that she’s not interested.” He took a step forward, boxing the guy out. “And if you ever come near her again, or dare to lay a finger on her, I’ll make you regret it.”

The guy puffed up like an angry rooster for a moment, but something in Peter’s eye must have told him to back off, because he quickly deflated and slunk out the door like a wounded dog.

As soon as the door slammed shut, the tension left Peter’s shoulders and he let out a deep breath. Your immediate desire was to reach out for him, but instead you cradled your wrist against your body insecurely.

Slowly, Peter turned and his stare fell on your wrist. Sorrow clouded his features as he noticed it starting to bruise already.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Y/N. I-I should have been here sooner, I just got caught up talking to Ned and then as I was on my way, the subway had a delay and so I tried to get off at an earlier stop but there was this-” You reached out and laid a soft hand on his forearm, stopping him mid-ramble. He gave you a bashful grin and sighed. “Think you could take a break?”

You glanced over at Taylor and she nodded eagerly at you. You pulled your apron off briskly and joined Peter at his booth tucked in the back corner.

There was an awkward silence between you two. Peter was twiddling his thumbs and you were nervously twisting the hem of your shirt. Finally you broke the ice. “Peter, I can’t thank you enough for saving me. You were...just so amazing.”

“Ah gee, Y/N, it was nothing. I just couldn’t stand seeing that jackass putting his hands on you. It made me just want to rip his arms off and slap him around with them.”

You erupted into a fit of giggles and Peter watched you with fascination. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just...this new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you.” The words burst from your mouth before you realized what you were saying. Peter’s jaw dropped and your eyes grew to the size of golfballs. “Oh my lanta, please forget I just said that out loud.”

Peter smiled across the table at you joyfully. “I’m glad you did, Y/N.”

Timidly, he slid out of his seat and into the booth next to you. Your heart was slamming inside your chest.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Peter’s body was right next to you and he was smiling down at you with pure happiness. “I just wanted to be next to you.” He reached up and his fingertips brushed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I-I didn’t think you even noticed me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but Peter was so close that he could hear you with no problem. His thigh was pressed against yours and heat was radiating around your bodies.

“Y/N, why do you think I come to this coffee shop every single day?”

His minty breath fanned against your face and your stomach fluttered. “Um, because the coffee is really good?”

Peter hung his head and chuckled, “No, you dork, I come here to see you.”

“But you’ve never said anything before, when I’ve flirted with you, you just... Well you never said anything.”

“Because I’m an idiot. I was just too scared to tell you how much I like you. I was scared I might scare you off. My life is kind of a mess.” Peter met your eyes and you could see how vulnerable he really was. “But then I saw that guy hitting on you-hurting you-and I just lost it.”

You were speechless. Your mind was foggy and all you could focus on was Peter’s hand resting on your hip, his stray curl hanging in his face, and his perfectly kissable lips that were inches away.

Before you could let another moment pass by, you closed the distance and brushed your lips against his. You hesitated, giving him enough to pull away if he wanted. When he didn’t, you pressed closer. Peter’s arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest. His other head cupped the back of your head, holding you tenderly. You gripped the front of his shirt loosely and let him mold himself around you. His mouth was warm against yours and occasionally your tongues would sweep against each other.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat and you both pulled apart to see Taylor looming over you wearing a look of approval. You both beamed up at her realizing you’d been caught in the act.

“Alright, Casanova, Y/N has to get back to work. You can pick this back up later.” Taylor teased before disappearing again.

Peter smiled cheerfully at you and pecked your lips once more. “I like the idea of getting to do this more often.”

You giggled and rested your cheek into the crook of his shoulder, trying to commit this moment to memory. The feeling of his skin against yours, the words he said, the smell of his cologne. This was the type of thing you wanted to remember for the rest of your life. The feeling of how perfect he fit with you.

Finally, you gave him one last squeeze, kissed his cheek lightly, and slid out of the booth. Then you turned to whisper in his ear, “You can be my hero any day, Peter Parker.”

#sovietghoststories3k #peter parker #peter x reader #spider man: homecoming #spider man: far from home #peter parker boyfriend #tom holland #coffee shop au #hero #spider-man #spiderman

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sweetness47 · 5 years

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The Shaman’s Choice Ch. 3

Pairing Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Characters of the series include: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jo, reader’s parents, Reader’s grandmother, Reader’s brothers (Darren OC & Michael OC), Mary, Jack, Apocalypse Archangel!Michael

Chapter 3:

@spnkinkbingo square filled (Cock warming)

@spnabobingo square filled (Rose/lemon/pine)

@samwinchesterbingo square filled (huddle for warmth)

Word Count: 1904

Summary: So this is an SPN fic, but contains a lot of wild AU ideas. Bear with me while the story unfolds, and enjoy it.

Warnings for all chapters just in case: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY! smut, sex, unprotected sex, abo dynamics, knotting, mating bites, claiming, oral, shower sex, sibling arguments, swearing, violence, mentions of brother in love with sister (unhealthy obsession, jealousy)

“You marked me?” Sam mused as they lay there.

YN blushed and lowered her lashes. “I…forgive me Alpha, I meant no disrespect. I just felt like I needed to. I can’t explain it, Sam. And besides, no every Omega out there will know you’re mine.”

Sam chuckled. “Minx.”

“Yeah I am. But I’m your minx. Only yours.” She breathed.

“Damn right, Omega. You Are Mine!”

They mated once more before nodding off, Sam’s knot still buried deep in his Omega. He never realized till now what he’d been missing, and now he never wanted it to end. He hoped one day to earn her full trust, then she might finally tell him what was bothering her. True they had only just met, but he knew she was keeping something from him. YN hadn’t directly implied anything was wrong, but he could see it, he could feel it emanating from her. The only thing he was 100% certain of was the issues weren’t related to his lovemaking, if her responses were any indication.

Morning came and sunlight peeked through the curtains and onto the bed. YN woke first, smiling as she felt Sam’s cock still inside, and it was hard. She made the mistake of trying to slip out of bed without waking him. It didn’t work.

He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Morning.”

She leaned back into his strong embrace. “Morning.”

Sam thrust into her. “Going somewhere, Omega?”

YN shrugged. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast Sam. We haven’t eaten much since yesterday.”

Sam licked her earlobe as he thrust his cock into her again. “Food sounds great, but…” he pumped again, “we have something more pressing to take care of first.”

She giggled. “I gotta ask, why were you inside me all night? Not that I’m complaining or anything. Just mildly curious.”

His pelvis rocked forward, pounding his erection in and out of her 3 more times, and was rewarded with YN’s climax coating his cock with her juices. “Because I happen to like being inside you. And I get the added bonus of keeping warm while I sleep.” He laughed as he finished the last sentence, amused even further when YN joined in.

“Hmmm.” She mused. “If you continue that, I may have to start charging you rent.”

Sam nipped at her neck in response. “I see. Tell me, Omega, what would I be paying?”

She smirked. “Evening sex, morning sex, shower sex, oral, fingering, mating. All with me and no one else.”

The bed shook as he roared with amusement. “That’s a pretty hefty fee. But,” he ground into her again, “I think it can work.”

With that he pushed her onto her stomach, then pulled her hips up to meet his. His pace was brutal, intense, and YN’s body shuddered as numerous orgasms hit her all at once. Every thrust hit her sweet spot. Then his knot began to swell, and he screamed her name as his load filled her belly once more. The couple then gently went back to their original spoon position to give the knot time to shrink.

When they were finally able to move, YN excused herself and threw on some sweats and a tee. There was cum soaking into the pants, but they needed washing anyways. In 30 minutes, Sam was sitting down to eggs, bacon, hash browns, and coffee. YN made tea for herself before sitting beside her Alpha. The room was silent for the entire meal as Sam shoveled food in fast, as though it were his last meal. YN found herself famished as well, both had worked up quite the appetite in the last 12 hours.

Once they were full, Sam helped clean up the dishes, then both made their way to the shower. The couple spent a copious amount of time ‘cleaning up’, but eventually finished dressing, then made their way to the living room. There they began to make a list of things they needed to do for her transition from apartment to bunker.

About halfway through the list, a knock sounded at the door. Sam looked up. “Don’t worry, it’s just Dean, and he brought Jo.”

YN went to unlock the door, and was greeted by a beautiful blonde woman, with a gigantic hug. “Oh, I’m so happy for you both! Hi, I’m Jo.” She held her hand out after releasing YN from the hug.

YN immediately decided she liked Jo. “Nice to meet you. I’m YN.”

Another hug and an excited squeal hit before she bounded over to Sam for his congratulations hug. YN watched the family interact, after a hug from Dean, hoping her family would be this accepting.

The cell in YN’s pocket vibrated, and she groaned when she saw the call ID.

“Hi mom.” She said, holding the phone away as shouts and questions came all at once. It was on speaker, with both her parents, and her brothers.

“What’s this I hear about you and some Alpha?” her father started. “Where is he? We’re coming over there right now!”

“Wait…” Too late, the line went dead. YN silently cursed cell phones and turned to her new family. “Well, my parents are on their way over.”

“Fun.” This from Dean. “Want Jo and I to vacate?”

YN shook her head. “No, god no! if there are others present, then they will be more civil. Jo, would you like to help me do some baking? Dean, can you and Sam start packing my stuff please?”

The two alphas nodded, and headed toward the bedroom, while Jo and YN went to the kitchen and soon the apartment was filled with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. True to their word, YN’s parents were pounding on their daughter’s door in no time. YN invited them in and offered refreshments. Introductions were made once everyone had taken a seat.

“Mom, Dad, this is Sam Winchester, my Maritus. This,” she gestured toward Dean and Jo, “is Sam’s older brother Dean, and his Omega, Jo.”

Then she reversed. “Sam, Dean, Jo, these are my parents, Mr. & Mrs. (Parents’ names).”

Surprisingly, her mom and dad greeted Sam warmly, then did the same with Dean and Jo. It was (Mom’s name) that noticed the surprised expression on YN’s face.

“We aren’t mad, YN, if that’s what you thought. We were just a bit shocked that the news came from Michael, and not from you. From the description of the events your brother relayed, I expected to meet a monster, not this nice young man beside you.”

YN gently squeezed Sam’s hand, noting that he had relaxed upon hearing the compliment. (Father’s name) spoke up next, addressing the Alpha in question directly.

“Sam, is it? You seem like a fine strong Alpha, but before I give you my blessing, I need to ask you a question. Your answer will determine if your feelings for my daughter are true, and how far you would go to ensure her well-being. Think carefully before you answer.”

Sam nodded. “Ask away.”

The room went quiet. “How much do you love YN?”

Sam blinked. “Sir, never in my life have I felt this kind of love. YN brings out the best side of me, and for the first time, my life feels complete. I would give my life to protect her.”

(Father’s name) stood and motioned for Sam to do the same. The remaining 4 people in the room held their breath in anticipation. The two Alphas stared at each other for what seemed like ages, then YN’s dad smiled, and reached into his pocket for the family crest ring. “Welcome to the family Sam. While we still expect an actual wedding, this ring will signify to all that I approve of this union.”

Sam’s smile lit up the room as he hugged his new father-in-law, followed by his new mother-in-law. YN leapt into Sam’s arms, kissing her Alpha with gusto.

Sam spoke to YN’s dad when things had settled. “Thank you, sir, and I meant every single word I said earlier.”

“I know you did son, otherwise I wouldn’t have approved.”

Dean pulled (father’s name) aside quietly as the rest went to sample the cookies and iced tea that YN and Jo had whipped up. Soon all six were talking and learning more about each other. Three hours and too many cookies later, YN’s parents bid farewell, leaving the others to pack up her things. The ordered pizza and, by 1:00am, everything was ready to go.

Dean and Jo stayed the night, using the fold out bed YN had, while the newly mated couple went to the bedroom. The whole apartment sounded much like an orgy party, as echoes of pants, moans climactic screams, grunts, and ball slapping filled the living area. In the early morning, two satisfied Alphas and two satisfied Omegas were sitting to a rather scrumptious meal of flapjacks, hash brown patties, sausages and scrambled eggs. Two pots of coffee later, the boxes were ready for transport, the two couples were exhausted, and the loading truck arrived with Cas, Jack, and Mary. The three newcomers all greeted YN with warmth and immediately took a shine to the young Omega. They packed the truck and YN was on her way to her new home.

The first week took some getting used to, but her new family were very accommodating, so the adjustment was fairly easy. Sam and YN spent near all of the first two days mating, as their heat/rut were still strong. YN was pretty sure that was the whole soulmate thing, but she still needed to research that more. Soulmates were rare, even more rare than the Signum Flaminis being given to, or appearing to an Omega.

It was three weeks to the day when the first signs appeared. YN woke feeling off, then made a beeline for the nearest toilet. Once she had voided her stomach contents into the porcelain bowl, she mentally scanned her body for a cause. She had never been sick in her life. She found double surprises when she discovered she was carrying pups, two of them. Holy shit! Her eyes widened with the realization. Scrambling off the floor and down the hall, she ran straight to her Alpha, nearly spilling his coffee.

“YN? What…?”

He never got a chance to finish. “Sam, we’re pregnant!”

The entire bunker was echoing as Sam let out a loud “Whoop!!” and kissed his Omega. Well wishes came from all, but none more thrilled than the expectant parents. YN put in a call to her own parents, not giving details, but asking if she and Sam could come by for a visit. (Mom & Dad) were happy to hear from their daughter, and even more thrilled to have them visit.

#spnkinkbingo #spnabobingo #samwinchesterbingo

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yourjughead · 7 years

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Speak

Requested: Archie x artsy,shy,quite reader.

Pairings: Archiexreader

Warnings: fluff, idk if there's swearing but maybe

A/N: this is cute.

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3rd POV “Town with pep?” “Trust me yn, you're going to love it here, have a good day at school!” your mom smiled, meeting your eye in the rearview mirror. You didn't want to move but yet you found yourself hoping out of the back seat of the battered Ford Focus. Archie pov “Hey bets who's that girl?”

“Oh yn? She’s new, showed her around this morning, she doesn't speak much...or at all” Betty shrugged and joined Veronica on the couch opposite from me. Hmm. Yn pov Id spent the whole day avoiding eye contact and conversation with numerous people. This is the town with pep but all the town with intense curiosity.

I’d made it the end of my first school day, just my favourite class left. Art. Yay.

I walked into the clearly underfunded art room and was greeted by the smell of acrylic paint. Bliss. Through all the turbulence in my life a consistency had been the inconsistency of art. Beautiful.

I sat down the back and hunched over my sketch book trying to make myself as small as possible, specialty of mine. Don't want to be seen or heard. Bliss. A glint of beautiful fire red hair caught my eye causing me to lazily gaze up to find a tall, athletic guy in his letterman jacket in front of my work bench.

“Umm hi...yn right? I know you're new and I'm not trying to be rude but I kinda usually sit there….” He seemed genuinely sorry, that's refreshing. I could feel my hands begin to tremble at the unplanned social interaction. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

“But you can sit there next to me, my buddy Jughead switched electives so it'll be nice to have someone to talk to” the red head beamed at me...well he isn't going to get much chat out of me that's for sure.

Without a word, I moved my things over one space and return to my doodle of a little alien in a space ship. If only he could take me with him.

“Aw that's so cute” his voice caught me off guard. If i keep ignoring him, he'll go away. Hopefully?

“So are all the girls where you're from this cold or?” He laughed

“Well it was Northern Alaska so…” I deadpanned and he looked at me confused. He doesn't get my sarcasm, fabulous.

A slow smile grew on his stupid adorable face and I found my plain stupid face mirroring it. Shit.

“Oh sarcasm? My bud Jughead would like you” I bit my lip and quickly return to my drawing as class begins around me. We spent the next few weeks like that, him making jokes and being sweet to me while I just nodded and smiled in returned. It got to the stage where I think he thought I didn't speak any English. Sometimes it felt as if I had no English. Archie, or Arch as he insisted I call him...won't be doing that, had demanded I spend lunchtime with himself and his friends. I was quietly grateful, quiet being the key. I liked them, they didn't push for conversation too much after awhile. He was so sweet to invite me so openly into his group, I got the sense, especially from that Jughead guy, that that didn't happen to often.

“So will you do me yn?”

“Uhh wait what?” I was snapped out of my daze.

“We have to do partner work...is it okay if we're partners” ah partner work, almost as awful as group work. Who thinks of these things. I nod in reply.

Archie whips out a large sketch pad and busily gets to work as I watch him. He glances up every now and then and it as at that moment I realised he's drawing me. Badly. Really badly.

I couldn't help but laugh at the jock. Red rose to his cheeks.

“I know, I know I can't do your beauty justice, I'm much better at clay I swear” he laughs.

“It's okay" I allow my voice barely above a whisper. My voice startling us both.

“I could be trying this all day, you should just make a start” he offered before leaning too hard on the pencil, breaking it. I cringe to the sound.

“Oh sorry! Id do the same if you popped a football ((American football all my fellow Europeans)) in front of me” he grinned. Stupid adorable face. I sheepishly start to draw the jock and it is only then I realise just the Adonis I have had before me all this length of time. He's perfect, in every sense of the word, with features that are perfectly proportioned. His little jokes all the way through as he mangles the drawing of me makes me smile and I hate it. He's perfect. I finally finish and reluctantly turn the page so Archie can see.

“Wow” he glances between me and the drawing. My turn for red to rise in my cheeks.

“I especially like the little green alien in his spaceship at the top” he chuckles. Shit I forgot I doodled on this, ugh he thinks I'm an idiot. Before I could continue the mental defamation of my work as usual, it was whipped from my hands by the teacher and held up for all to see. Shit. This isn't happening this isn't happening this isn't happening. Oh God oh God. Archie could tell I was uncomfortable, offering a gentle smile and a warm hand on my knee. PANIC STATIONS! The teacher begins to go about explaining all the things I've done right in my drawing as I waited for her to start the criticism that never came. I'm going to collapse. This is my end. I jet off out the door past the teacher and into the empty halls before my mind could catch up with my body. After walking...running some distance from the classroom I throw myself against some lockers before sliding down them to reach the floor. Tucking my knees to my chest I bury my face in them. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I feel a familiar warmth next to me as I look to find Archie there. “Hey yn…i just thought I'd come look for you” yup he definitely thinks I'm an unstable idiot.

“I really like your drawing of me”

“I really like drawing you” I let slip, instantly squeezing my eyes shut in regret. Whyd I say that?! Why?! He chuckles softly at me.

“you can draw me any time you want...Maybe I need an art tutor….would you do it? I'll teach you then how to sculpt with clay, my forte” my turn to laugh at him. I give a low nod and he grins to me.

“You don't talk much” I squeeze my eyes shut again to this. I knew it, he thinks I'm a weirdo. ((resisting all urges to go into Juggy lil monologue)) “That's okay too, I guess people might say we don't really know each other much….id like to get to know you though yn...I mean if that's okay” I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

“I'll take that as a yes…Ms.Houston said we didn't have to go back to art unless you want to...we could go for a walk around campus if you'd like?” “Okay” I say louder than a whisper. “Oh so you do have a voice?” He laughs and I look away. “Maybe then we can go to Pops or something?” “Sure” “Oh wow I've gotten 5 words out of you, new record” he bumps me playfully with his shoulder. “Yanno yn I saw you on the very first day way before art class and I knew I wanted to be around you more, I just knew you'd be important in someway…...I really like you yn, and I know you don't talk much and like I said, people...or even you might say I don't know much about you but yet I feel like I do? I don't know” I could feel him hesitate but I wanted more than anything for him to keep speaking. I glance back at him and he takes it as a sign I want him to continue. Good. “I know what and how you draw and I see all your little reactions to things around you, your sly sense of humor that anyone else would miss but I hear...I hear you even though you don't speak much…. and i guess I know you better than if we talked for hours because of that..... Don't get me wrong, I'd still eventually like to talk to you for hours” his soft voice was encouraging in every way.

“I want to talk to you for hours too…”

“So...do you like me too? I mean as maybe more than that weird dude in art who doesn't stop talking” I laugh to this and he knows I mean yes. He knows this because he knows me. “Oh thank God.” He sighs in relief throwing his head back against the locker. “Maybe we could skip strolling campus grounds and just go straight to pops’” I offer. “Oh my God shut up you're talking the ear off me you're such a chatterbox” he jokes as I shove him. He's perfect. He's bliss.

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Much love Xx

#archie x reader #archie #archie andrews #archie comics #archie andrews fluff #archie andrews imagine #archie andrews x reader #archiexreader #riverdale fic #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale imagines #riverdale #riverdalexreader

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Ink and Paint : Chapter 2

Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader Previous Chapters: One Word Count: 1,593 Prompt: You came to Los Santos to pursue a dream of becoming a tattoo artist. Things haven’t quite worked out as you planned and now you find yourself working a graveyard shift at Pandemonium Ink. Things are typically quiet, that is until one of the cities most infamous criminals come through the door.

The ringing of your phone coincides with breaking news interrupting your binge of San Andreas Diners and Dives.

You mute the tv just as a headline crawls across the bottom of the screen, Del Perro Freeway Car Chase, but you’re more focused on your brother’s name flashing on the caller id and the gnawing you feel in your stomach as you reluctantly answer. The conversation follows a pretty standard format; a greeting, small talk about each other’s lives, until ultimately asking if you had talked to your mom recently. He knew that you hadn’t of course, he lived at home after all, and you were sure your mom was hovering around him, waiting for a chance to sneak herself into the conversation.

The relationship between you and your mother was strained, more so since you moved to Los Santos. She had never approved of your interest in art and had only tolerated you working for your uncle’s parlor because you had told her you were saving up money to enroll in online courses for Medical Coding. Boy, she angry when she found out the truth. She had done everything, save locking you in the basement, to keep you from leaving. You knew that she probably had good intentions, but she was absolutely lousy in trying to show them.

When you hear her asking your brother to hand her the phone you make an excuse that you’re late for work and hang up. At least it wasn’t completely untrue, you had agreed to take on a last-minute late shift at one of your part time jobs, a little sandwich stands named Ruth’s. It didn’t pay well but the tips were decent enough and the owner, a little old lady who the stand was named after, was very sweet, almost a pseudo mother figure, who never failed to send you home with a nice meal when she thought you were looking a little thin.

Ruth was there when you showed up, her short stature barely visible over the counter and no doubt recovering from the lunch rush. It looked like a good day, at least that’s what you gather by all the fry baskets and plastic cups left on the tables outside the stand. Instinctively, you bust them down, tossing the trash into the bin as you call out to Ruth to draw her attention away from a small black and white tv balanced on the counter. “What you watching there?”

“Oh, the news.” That figures, after all, the only channels she got on that antique were local. “They’re talking about that car chase from earlier.”

“I saw something about that when I was getting ready.” You say as you tie an apron around your waist, walking up to look over her shoulder at the grainy picture. You see the chief police talking at a podium with about a dozen microphones shoved into his face. He didn’t appear to be happy. “I take it that they didn’t catch them.”

She brushes you away with a playful flick of a towel, “What? Those morons? They couldn’t catch a cold.” You snicker and she continues. “You know, back when Augustus and I first came here it was such a lovely city.”

“When was that again?”

“Watch it,” she says and shakes a crooked finger at your playful rib. “You may not believe it but this used to be a city of dreams. You didn’t even have to lock your doors.”

You had heard it all before. Los Santos certainly had its problems with crime, but what big city didn’t? The pristine utopia that Ruth often described was no doubt tainted by nostalgia, but it was cute to watch her reminisce about old times. “I don’t know, a little dirt gives the city personality at least.”

“Personality? You think those delinquents running the streets have an inkling of personality? They’re just running around, causing chaos. At least the criminals in my day had some class and kept their dealings behind closed doors.”

“Well, I’m sure the cities finest will catch up with them next time,” you say as you catch a glimpse of one of the mugshots, a dapper looking mustached man, before she turns off the tv as a new customer walks up.

You opt to stay with Ruth until closing, helping her clean up and shut down just as it begins to get dark. You made enough with tips to splurge on a cab, it would give you some extra time to clean up before heading to Pandemonium. Yet, despite your earnest protest, Ruth splurges on the ride for you as thanks for coming in on short notice and for staying later than you expected to. The ride from Ruth’s to your apartment building is a short one and, along the way, you’re surprised when you get a call, from Pandemonium no less.

“Yo.” Bruno’s deep voice bellows as you answer. Bruno was one of the daytime artists and typically who you interacted with the most between shifts, a sort of changing of the guards as he chucked the keys at you and reminded you to lock up the safe. The fact that he was calling was extremely rare.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Yeah. Someone called and asked for yous. Yous specifically.” Your brow quirks, he sounds almost as surprised as you are. “Said yous guys had a consultation a couple weeks ago.”

Your mind races through your memory like a Rolodex, trying to remember. A couple weeks ago? A consultation? Nothing comes to mind. Nothing except- “Oooh. Huh.”

“What’s that?” Bruno asks.

“Nothing. Just, this one guy did come in but we...we couldn’t come to an agreement. It wasn’t even that much of a consultation.”

“Well, if it’s the same guy yous must have made some sort of impression. Said he was coming by tonight.” Great. You hadn’t really thought about that awkward encounter since it had happened. With the way he stormed out you just assumed that was the end of it. “Yous remember what he wanted, yeah?”

“I think so, yeah. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll try to make it in a little earlier to set up.” Bruno grumbles a farewell and your conversation ends a few minutes shy of the cab pulling up to your apartments.

A quick shower and a change of clothes and you’re sitting on the couch sketching. Roses. You remember that he wanted roses, a memorial for a friend. But that was all. You didn’t have a clue where he wanted the tattoo placed, what style, if he wanted color or black and gray. Maybe he didn’t want anything at all. You realize you could be doing a bunch of work for no reason if he simply wanted to come in and show you a tattoo he got someplace else as a means to remind you of your poor customer service. You don’t regret it, though. You still stand by what you said.

You toss your sketchbook on the table in defeat; there was no point in trying to draw something before you even knew what he wanted. You lay back on the couch and glance at the tv, seeing that they’re still talking about the care chase this morning, or at least that’s what you assume as you see the same dapper looking mustache man mugshot from earlier on screen morph into a full lineup of several wanted criminals.

That’s when you see him.

Disheveled hair, ripped jacket, a face completely smeared in paint, yet the recollection of those blue eyes washes over you like a bucket of ice water. Stunned, you roll off the couch and into the floor, nearly missing cracking your head against the table before managing to get to your feet to draw closer to the tv screen. There was no mistaking it. The man in the mugshot, labeled only with an alias of Vagabond, was the same man that you had talked to. The same man you had pissed off. The same man that was coming to see you tonight.

“Shiiiiit.”

Logic told you that no one would call ahead to let you know they were coming if they intended to do you harm. At least that’s what you had to tell yourself in some way of psyching yourself up to go to work. You no sooner get through the door before Bruno and a couple of other artists are on their way out. If you didn’t think Bruno would laugh in your face if you asked him to stay you might have asked. Fat chance he’d be of any help if things turned sour. Even if he believed you he’d be more likely to call the cops and the thought of getting in any deeper than what you already were was none too appealing.

So you settle on running business as usual. If anything the element of surprise was off the table and if you felt threatened, well, that’s what the baseball bat was for. Still, the waiting game had your stomach in knots. You had no idea when the Vagabond was going to show up, or what mood he would be in for that matter. You had to admire his moxie, though; instead of laying low after a high profile car chase he’s out, living like it was just an everyday occurrence. Well, you suppose it could easily be madness as much as it could be moxie.

The hours tick away and you actually have to shake yourself awake when you hear the door open.

#ryan haywood x reader #fake ah crew #achievement hunter ff #ink and paint

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thecakewolfuniverse · 7 years

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Get Out (2017) Review

Reviewer: Matthew Fishgold

Important films don’t come too often in a lifetime, and they’re almost never a horror movie. Get Out (2017) is a rare horror experience that’s going to get inside your head and grab you by the soul. Written and directed by Jordan Peele in his horror movie debut, this cinematic masterpiece is an absolute must see.

Inspired by the use and portrayal of Duane Jones’ Ben in 1968’s Night of the Living Dead, Jordan Peele had his artistic gears turning at a very young age.

For our drink, we started with a focus point of hot tea.

Now that we have our drink, let's enjoy our movie and have our review.

Get Out begins with a deceptively smart masked villain moment that makes you feel all too comfortable with an age old slasher movie routine that we’ve all seen before. However, this mcguffin takes you to unexplored sunken depths much later in the film's climax.

In this opening scene, we’re also treated to the first in a consistent flow of immersive cinematography. I found myself turning my head with the camera more times than once.

Transitioning to our leading couple played by Allison Williams (Rose Armitage) and Daniel Kaluuya (Chris Washington), the audience feels right at home with the young & modern American Dream. Chris is a talented artist succeeding in the field of photography, supporting himself and his cute fluffy dog. Chris has his shit together.

Atmosphere in the set design truly helps in establishing such an unquestionable “feel” for the audience. Chris’s apartment reflects the personality that Kaluuya portrays to a T. It’s sleek, cozy, controlled, and lightly styled with inspirational art reflecting youth.

Rose and Chris begin discussing the underbelly of our culture in a roundabout way. Chris is worried about the expectations of Rose’s family that he’s about to meet for the first time. “Do they know I’m black?” After Chris voices his worries, Rose “comforts” him with humor, making him feel foolish for bringing it up. Chris plays along and goes with the flow. After all, he loves her and wants everything to work out.

We’ve all been in a situation where our significant other makes us feel silly about something that truly worries us. Though the core of this film concerns racism, it’s absolutely NOT alienating. Peele has perfectly matched his own voice with everyday relatable issues. It’s simply astounding.

I remember watching Putney Swope (1969) in film school and enjoying it but feeling out of my depths. Black Shampoo (1976) was incredibly fun but just felt wrong at times and the blaxploitation western, Boss (1975) left me with a similar feel. However, Get Out (2017) humanizes all of its characters, keeping the audience in step with its protagonist, despite their ethnicity.

If you can’t get into the shoes of Chris Washington, you must be blind, deaf and brain dead.

While traveling to see Rose’s family, the couple clips a deer with their vehicle. Chris explores the woods nearby the accident to find the animal in a helpless and suffering condition. Rose calls the police to assist in the situation which cleverly sets us up for something later in the film. Nuances in Kaluuya’s performance are displayed to the audience in close up micro-expressions, and in this scene, we can definitely feel how much this experience disturbs him. Though disturbed, Chris’ character has a tightly controlled demeanor which he shifts into when interacting with the police officer and Rose.

When Chris and Rose arrive at her family’s home, the audience begins to notice oddities that end up playing with our perceptions. This isn’t a movie where you can obviously tell what the protagonists should/shouldn’t do. You’ll be biting your nails wondering what the fuck is going on and who to trust, instead of yelling at the characters to do this or don’t do that.

This is where I’m leaving off. Get Out (2017) is not a film you want to spoil. The truth behind the situation is going to chill you to the bone. We needed this movie, now more than ever. Get Out speaks to our generation with poignant truth and originality.

Masterpieces of the cinema deserve to be celebrated and Get Out better win some fucking Oscars. I give this film five out of five teacups. I’ll be watching in theaters again and putting it on my to buy on release list. Get out of the house and see this movie in theaters!

WARNING: The below thank you letter to Mr. Peele has VERY SLIGHT SPOILERS.

Dear Mr. Peele,

I would like to start off by introducing myself. My name is Christina. I am a middle-class white chick with an interest in social justice, so y’know, I’m not going to pretend I know everything this film was attempting to cover. My boyfriend is super into horror movies, and when I saw the trailer to Get Out I looked at him and said, “Ooooh, that’s one I want to see.”

I was not disappointed. He wasn’t either. By the looks of the Rotten Tomato score, you have struck cinematic gold. You probably deserve an Oscar more than La La Land.*

Right off the bat, you set us up for the Dangers of Walking While Black. In my white girl world, I equate this with the Dangers of Walking Home Alone at Night. What were you doing out at that time? Must have been looking for trouble. You know the drill; it’s all bullshit.

Fast forward, and we meet this beautiful interracial couple. The audience thinks, “Oh look, 2016** is on the screen. Aren’t they adorable!” But then Chris asks his white girlfriend if she maybe mentioned that he was black to her parents. You see, they’ve been dating a few months and he’s going to meet her parents! It’s sweet... and they’re not racist. Why would she even mention it, it’s so not an issue! Geez, what does he think she is, a monster?

But, obviously, it is an issue. The remainder of the movie is horror-slash-real-life.

We meet white people who roll out all the micro-aggressions. Can I please see your ID? With your genetic make-up, you could be a beast! Oh, you look so strong. They treat blackness like it’s a trend, a fashion. Living in a post-racial world -- the patriarch of the family would have voted for Obama for a third time if he could -- being black is all the rage, what’s the downside?

We even see Chris put up with all this bullshit because it’s part of his life. He knows not to argue with the officer. He knows better than to point out a white guys racism. He knows that he’s just being paranoid and yes, everything is fine I’m sure. Do not make white people feel bad about their racism, I’m sure they mean well. It’s totally normal to be sized up like a piece of meat. And those other black people must just be crazy, not brainwashed or manipulated. No no no no no no no. Oh, no.

It really struck me how much this movie exposed the underlying idea that Black People need to be tamed; they must be whitewashed until they are acceptable to roll with high society. We see these whitewashed characters in the white family’s help. They are all very careful about saying the Right Things for their white people. Walter is strong and is the groundskeeper, Georgina is the family’s chef and personal servant and Andrew is an old white lady’s new lover.

Sex slaves and shit. She parades him around as an object of beauty, even making him twirl for her friends at one point. Chris begins to put two and two together when he tries to sneak a photo of Andrew to send to his buddy, Rod. The flash on his phone goes off, it breaks the hypnotism and Andrew warns Chris to “Get Out!” After Chris sends the photo, Rod immediately recognizes Andrew as Dre, a guy from his circle who had gone missing months ago. Chris realizes how “crazy” it sounds, but he knows he has to get away from this place before they turn him into a mindless drone too.

The film also deals the appropriation of black culture in a very overt way, the white family and friends all take what they deem necessary from their black servants for themselves and then turn what they deem unnecessary (the rest of their lives and personality) into a mindless drone.

White people will take your music, your beauty, your art and your style and we will allow you to entertain, but please learn to speak proper English and wear your pants correctly and please don’t wear your hair like that because it’s unprofessional and for the love of god, don’t ever take a knee for the national anthem.***

Finally, I would like to say thank you for that ending. It was a twist, it was unexpected and it was soooo so good.

Sincerely,

Cakewolf’s Consort

(Christina)

*Believe it or not, I have not seen La La Land, even though it starred Ryan Gosling, who was confused with Ryan Reynolds on a local theater’s website because I guess all Ryans look the same.

**Because who are we kidding, 2017 is a shit show.

*** White folks can wear the flag as a swimsuit, swim trunks, underwear, drape their naked bodies with it or turn it into napkins for barbecues, but otherwise, it is to be respected Above All Things.

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cantstopthesignal2005 · 5 years

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Back Into It

Roman Morrison lied awake on his twin bed, the unforgiving autumn wind blasting through the window, leaving a thin glaze of frost in its wake. He wrapped his comforter around himself like a shawl, though it did little to protect him from the cold, and rose from the bed with a shuddering start, shuffling to the thermostat to crank up the digits. Grabbing a towel from the top of his dresser drawer and some warm clothes, he ran the water in his shower, the steam rising to create a fog. He stayed in the shower a little longer than necessary for the warmth it provided. Stepping out, he dried himself and rubbed the towel against the thin veneer of moisture on the mirror and was embarrassed by the patchy beard which had grown from neglect. Applying a few dabs of shaving cream, Roman ran the safety razor through the unkempt thickets of facial hair he let accumulate, his smooth brown skin able to finally breathe. Feeling accomplished, he dragged the towel along the mirror again, to fully appreciate his newly fresh appearance. The proud smile on Roman’s face was soon broken, as he confronted the laughter lines creasing his cheeks and bags beneath his eyes; flaws in an otherwise, he could admit, decent looking face. It wasn’t the tides of old age ravaging his body that so perturbed Roman. It was the uncanny ways in which he began to resemble his father. He’d always had his eyes, but now his cheeks were sinking the same way as the old man’s. Roman had contempt for his father Julius who, despite his love of the poison (tequila being a favorite,) was neither a very cruel nor gregarious man. Roman considered his father’s life and legacy and realized the worst thing one could say about him was that he was absent. Absent in the upkeep of his house, absent in the lives of his children, and absent even in the company of others. Worse still was Julius’s lack of fight regarding his own life, simply allowing things to happen to him, being taken advantage of, never actively involved with the world around him. As a result of their father’s milquetoast personality, Roman and his sister Jenny led a hand-to-mouth existence until they were old enough to get jobs. He tried his damnedest to replicate none of his father’s appalling behaviors, remaining sober, working, being a somewhat bristling character. It occurred to Roman that his spartan existence—owning little more than clothes, groceries, and furniture—could be traced back to the scarcity and impermanence he suffered in his transient youth. Consequently, he had little need or tolerance for frivolity and tchotchkes. Roman, holding a disgust for Julius in the pit of his stomach, was bringing his father back. And now, he would have to confront him whenever he looked in the mirror. Following a protracted study of his features, Roman walked to the living room wearing only his towel. Seized by nerves, he stared ahead vacantly. Not much had been done much to improve upon his standards of living, never accepting invitations to socialize, never looking to spend more than necessary. A beer or a joint wouldn’t allow any comfort that he couldn’t gather from a good night’s sleep. The wallowing had to stop, he realized, if he was to make the six-a.m. bus; hastily dressing for work, he ran down the stairs and just barely made it, smiling with a racing heart. Roman, following the unwritten rules of public transit, knew to avoid eye contact with fellow passengers. He would reflexively stare out of the window or stare at his restless feet to deliberately avoid offense. Roman worked at a local deli as a prep cook. Cutting, curing, roasting, five days a week. He liked the job, as it afforded him space. He worked alone in the back and therefore wasn’t occupied with any workplace drama or politics. He swiped his employee ID card on the punch-in monitor, grabbing the checklist for the day, scavenging the cooler shelves for the items. Wesley, the first cook, walked into the prep kitchen with a shit-eating grin. “Hey, Roman!” “Hey, man,” he modestly replied. “Doing alright?” “Can’t complain.” “Love to hear it. So, you know it’s slow lately, so I think today’s a fucking cakewalk. Donnie’s gonna join you today.” “Donnie?” “New kid. You’ll show him around, let him know what’s up, ride his ass if need be.” “I think he’ll play the game, it’s not a hard job.” “Just keep saying that shit I love hearing. Be easy, brother.” Roman went through the grunt work, mindlessly chopping, flaying, and marinating the food he had to prep. Donnie, late by forty-five minutes, came in through the door with a forced huff of breath, feigning exhaustion. Roman came to see that no one respected their In or Out times, though he was often expected to extend. After going over the expectations of the job, Roman took his break and ate a chicken salad sandwich in the dining room on a two-person booth. He answered his sister’s essay length texts regarding her struggles with imposter syndrome. Jenny had just been accepted into her first choice for university, she expected a sense of pride and community. But now, she found it to be worse than waiting for it. She saw that it was a rat race, one where she could barely keep pace with her peers. Her sleeping schedule was shambolic, confidence plummeting as the days dragged. Roman consoled his baby sister, being empathetic with her struggles to maintain a sense of worth. Their identities having been cradled by a catatonic father and a wrathful mother, a sense of self-regard or esteem did not come naturally. Bombing Jenny with several messages reassuring her of her merit was an exercise in futility, Jenny replying only with more uncertainty and dread. Sam, a bespectacled, cashier with long strawberry hair and freckles, sat next to him. She was a sweet girl, just out of high school. She would join Roman for lunch breaks when it was slow. Sam came to depend on his quiet, reserved tendencies for some peace and quiet. Conversations between the two, while never significant, grew to be even more sparse of late. Gathering the braves, Roman mumbled, “How’s it going?” She was somewhat startled, her attention snatched from her notepad. “Oh, uh. Yeah. I’m good. I’m good. I mean, no, no I’m not. I’ve got to extend because Josh got fired.” “Josh is that pale, white kid?” “Yep. Smoked himself incompetent.” “That’s pretty wild.” “Yeah. How’s training that new fuckhead going?” “He’s doing his job.” “Yeah?” “Mmhmm. How’s art school going?” “Not bad. It’s stressful, but it’s worth it.” Roman nodded, and Sam pursed her lips in kind. The connection petered out but despite the brevity of their interaction, Roman felt a swell of pride in his chest for having circumvented his laconic, withdrawn tendencies. He returned to work with a grin, going through the remainder of his tasks before checking out with Katie, the current manager on staff. Katie had cherubic cheeks and eyes like tundra ice, which went well with the jet-black hair she clearly achieved with a dye kit. Katie and Roman got along fine; much like any other relationship in Roman’s life, theirs could be described as “cordial.” Katie, while never abrasive with any of her crew members, was particularly ebullient towards Roman. He always appreciated the kind, inviting disposition she maintained. “Hey, Katie,” he muttered. “Roman! What can I do for you, my man?” “Just need to get checked out, is all.” “Any snags with stock?” “No, everything’s solid.” “Hmm. I’m gonna say you’re good, I trust you.” “You sure?” “Should I not be?” “Well, I didn’t mean it like that.” “Then I trust you, I’m sure, you’re good, and you can trust that I’m sure you’re good.” “Thanks, Katie. Take it easy.” “You too, Mr. Roman. Catch you on the flip side.” Roman clocked out and braced himself for the gusts of wind whipping through the air outside. He made it to the brass bus stop, where he would sit and wait on the unreliable bus drivers, usually arriving well past their set arrival times. He contemplated the options for spending his evening. He could rent a film. He could power through a few television series. He felt a bile rise in his throat considering those thoughts, and his reflexive pivot towards them. How would that be any different than the past five years of his life? How had he fallen in such a deep, sickeningly clockwork routine? He could predict interactions down to the parting sentiments. He was going through the motions and living his life like he was painting by numbers. Every fucking night, he would turn on that television, recline, maybe eat some high-sodium takeout and die for six hours, closing the blinds and shutting it all out. All this comfort for what? The pursuit of an unmarked grave? For him to die as he had lived: unremarkable and anonymous? “Hey, you okay?” a familiar voice asked. Looking up, he saw that it was Reenie, one of the bussers. She was the only other worker in his age bracket, getting off the 405, likely making her routine off-day visit to work friends. “Yeah, just, long day. Thanks, sweetheart.” “You need some water, amigo?” “No, no, I’m . . .I’m alright. Thanks.” “Yeah? That’s good, dude. Who’s working today? Do you know?” “Katie and Kenneth are heading the shift. Sam, Jeremy, Nat are all on cash.” “Nice.” His heart palpitated, his breathing still irregular, as he was able to ask, “Hey, did you want to hang at all this week?” “You know, I’d uh, I’d love to. But, uh, I’m fucking super slammed with work and all.” “Oh, no, that’s, yeah, no I get it.” “Wait, are you going to Allison’s coffee shop tonight?” “Allison? Oh, wow, she got the shop?” “Yeah, she and Darius got the loan, infrastructure all that junk. Opened up the coffee shop like a month ago.” “Good for her.” “Yeah, she’s doing an open mic tonight, Xander’s gonna spit some bars. You should come.” “Yeah? Yeah, for sure that’ll be great.” “Great. Let me get your number so you know the addy.” The two exchanged phone numbers and parted ways. He boarded the bus and was rejuvenated, smiling as he occupied his spot on the back of the bus. Roman had life surging through his veins, a stark contrast to the opposing passengers who were dead on their feet. The maids, getting off their double shifts, were eating their dinner from a brown bag which was lousy with patches of grease spots. This was not for him, this life. He would be devoted to thrusting himself out there, taking chances, experiencing things, loving people, getting his heart broken, making awful mistakes. He wouldn’t be reduced to this cold, empty life of routine. He returned home and began his process of fretting over what to wear. This anxiety was not unfamiliar, though it hadn’t been present in his life for some years now. He hadn’t needed to contend with another person’s expectations, let alone those of an entire group. This anxiety he learned to appreciate. It meant only that he had something to lose or gain. It meant that he was participating. Breaking him from this rumination was a phone call from Jenny. Answering the phone, he heard only sniffles and shallow breathing. “Hey, Roe,” she began, congested. “Can you talk?” “Of course, Jen,” he demurred, gentling his voice to soothe his baby sister. “Yeah, no, it’s just all kind of fucked. Just, shit’s bad, dude. These roommates I’m with, they’re just, they’re getting so much done. They’re getting double majors, they’re all in constant communication with their professors, they have mentors. And they’re just so fucking nice. And I feel like I’ve just been this total bitch. And they’re just so sweet, you know? I feel like I’m so mean. I’m so sorry if I was ever mean to you when we were kids, Roe. You know I love you, right?” “Of course, I do.” “Good. Good. I just, you know, I see how far they’re getting, their drive, the way they already have a fucking lane . . .” Roman’s phone began chirping. Checking the messages, he’d seen that Reenie had messaged him the address, informing him of the expected meet-up time. He agonized over the undue burdens he accepted. He would be the rock for the limited amount of people in his social orbit, the shoulder to lean on, the wall at which they could throw their primal screams and neuroses. Was this going to be his life? Eating everyone’s sins, their trauma and panic gnawing at him, until he was a bloated carcass with poison for blood? No, he thought. He could be there for them, but it wasn’t going to consume him. Julius and Katherine might be his parents, but he didn’t need to be their son. It wasn’t necessary for him to die for the sins of his parents. “. . . and I feel like I don’t have any of that. And I’m thinking, maybe this isn’t the right choice for me. Like, maybe I don’t have it in me . . .” “Jen, we’ve been over this. You’re gonna be fine. You are fine.” “How do you know? How are you this certain?” “I think you’re looking for reasons to worry because there aren’t really any.” “Ugh, I fucking . . . ugh . . . you’re right. You’re right.” “Look, I’ll check in on you tomorrow, but I’ve got plans, I gotta get going.” “Oh my god, of course. Of course, oh, god, yeah, thanks for talking. I love you!” “I love you, too, Jen. Take it easy.” Roman became sick with anticipation as he took the subway to the upper crust, hipster area of Wisteria. He periodically looked at the address on his phone, making sure the route he was taking was the proper one. He deserved to be happy, didn’t he? To share his life with others. These years of self-loathing and melancholia, to what purpose? Was this worth his identity and security? No, he wouldn’t waste any more years prostrating and self-flagellating at the altar, hoping for forgiveness from some imagined saint, absolving him of the transgressions of his youth. Roman reached the store, which had a small spearmint colored awning above it. In gold, bright, loud letters, it yelled: Aunt Allison’s Coffee and Books. The fear began to hold him, but he had the choice to confront it or to remain its limp, quivering victim. He swung open the glass door and walked softly inside, methodically observing the worn, wrinkled spines of books. Books made by fearsome, angry, vitriolic, eccentric people who wrestled with life, wearing fresh bruises, ensuring the world heard their voices as they roared. He walked over to a corkboard which was, he surmised, the bulletin board. It was dressed with overlapping flyers: business opportunities, local shows, rooms for rent. Flyers made by young, hungry people who lunged after what they wanted, never stopping until they achieved their goals, subsisting on ambition and instant noodles. The store he was admiring came about because Lizzie wanted it, worked at it, clawed out her eyes at three in the morning over it. He smiled as he heard the rapturous conversations held by passionate people, who would wax poetic with bloody throats and bulging eyes. Allison, without the messy bun and baggy eyes for which she was known at the deli, approached Roman with a warm, inviting smile. “Reenie said you were coming, and I called bullshit.” “Hey, Lizzie.” “You’re hanging out with the cool kids, now?” “Yeah, I’m the chaperone.” “Hmmm. Everyone’s over there,” she said, motioning to a ramshackle assortment of mismatched chairs centered around a coffee table, which collected several magazines, saucers, and cups. “Yeah. Hey, congrats.” “Thanks.” “The name of the store is interesting.” “Oh, god, do you love it?” “Hmm,” he nodded. “Very familial.” “Ha! Yeah, that’s true. Hey, I gotta check up on my crew, but have fun with the party over there.” “Yeah, good night.” “Good night. It’s nice seeing you.” Roman took a few steps, hesitating, trembling. The group had him in their crosshairs and whipped their heads almost in harmony. “Hey!” Reenie exclaimed. “I told ‘em you’d make it!” “Hey, guys,” Roman nervously stammered. “Hey, so, Roman, you’re a movie guy, right?” Emmanuel, from deliveries asked. “Okay, so there’s this documentary my little brother was showing me like a couple months ago. It’s like, these girls in New York, and they like, follow them from junior year of high school all the way to college, right? And we can’t remember the fucking name.” “We’ve been telling him he dreamed that shit up,” Greta the cashier quipped. “Hmm,” Roman mumbled. “I don’t know it.” “Oh, man, if I find it out, I’ll let you know. It’s fucking wild, they’re like, drifting apart, doing drugs, or freaking out, going to parties, one of thems moms is like, mad unstable. It’s crazy. It’s so sad, but like, real. You know?” And Roman did know. Pain, love, estrangement, anger, sadness, joy. That’s what a life is. And he was ready to embrace it.

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Be it The common-or-garden challenging-boiled eggs that could be elevated into mouthwatering deviled eggs or boiled egg sandwiches, and even creamy poached eggs with a gorgeous runny yolk, eggs are an extremely low cost and adaptable residence staple. Tend not to rub your face to wipe off the mask, just make use of a wash cloth with warm h2o. It tends to make the removing simpler. • Only rubbing refreshing orange peel on the face will help lighten skin coloration. Moreover, it tightens the skin and increases the texture. This is certainly utilized to establish certain browsers or products in the event the entry the services, and is utilized for protection good reasons. No have to have to spend a fortune on top rated brand names If you have at your fingertips the fridge and pantry to make your personal products. The moment per week utilize a mask naturally right after cleansing your skin very well to permit penetration. • Get fifty percent a banana, mash it in the bowl with the assistance of the fork or spoon, and mix just one tablespoon Every of orange juice and honey in it. Implement this handmade magnificence recipe for 15 minutes and after that clean it off with lukewarm water. @vishnum969: Without a doubt, egg white is very productive For numerous skin disorders including acne inclined skin and ageing skin. three. Your face may be a little bit pink following the scrub. It is because on the sugar scrub which stimulates correct blood circulation in your face. The redness will disappear following some time and also your face will probably be glowing and absolutely free from peeling skin and lifeless cells. You could just preserve it in an air-tight container and place it inside the freezer. Then subsequent week, just take away it about an hour before you decide to utilize it in order for it to thaw. This mask may be very crucial for exhilarating your skin and it will encourage circulation. It also reduces pigmentation. Exciting site and thanks with the recipes. I truly agree along with you that honey and cinnamon combinations are very advantageous. I desire to talk to whether it is ordinary to obtain crimson places showing up on my face? Due to the fact I am believing that it'd be regular and right after it healed then I am going to have superior final result if it healed than using honey mask Struggling from dry or ageing skin? This honey face mask is sure to plump up and moisturize your skin cells and go away you seeking fresher and youthful than ever before ahead of. Milk and Banana is among the finest mixtures for your face mask. Also, among the best face masks being designed the banana and milk do miracles on the skin from smoothening to brightening.

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Follow The easy 15 min keep pack time using this type of mask and pat dry with a clean towel. It can go away your skin emotion gorgeous and sleek. Egg whites aid tighten skin, making them a successful residence solution for minimizing visual appearance of crow’s-ft beneath and around eyes. Lemon juice is actually a more powerful ingredient, so according to your skin time, you may want to limit the quantity of moments you use this mask to one-two periods per week. A top quality nearby raw honey manufactured my skin glow in a way the Other individuals didn’t! So for the real advantages of a honey mask, use the highest quality honey you find. “Clinical trials have demonstrated that honey is an effective wide-spectrum antibacterial agent. It’s acquired a great deal of oomph that it can even cease the ‘superbug’ MRSA from developing. The fats in the avocado and full milk yogurt are deeply moisturizing to your skin, when the lactic acid from the yogurt smooths your skin, refines pores, and stimulates collagen creation. Include the honey to the egg white and lemon juice, and mix everything all over again. You will want ½ tablespoon of honey. Be sure that it's the translucent, runny sort. Honey is antibacterial and functions being a purely natural antiseptic. It is also moisturizing and helps replenish the skin.[3] Instructions: Put all elements into a large bowl and stir until it gets to be sticky and thick. Utilize the mask to the face for five minutes and clean face extensively which has a delicate facial soap. Lately I am seeing dry skin all around my eyes and my lips. Could you please counsel any residence remedies for that. Any techniques for taking away black head for my teenager daughter…Take pleasure in your reply and thanks a great deal for publishing wonderful guidelines. Pretty practical.. Use this mask with thoroughly clean fingers on your freshly cleaned and dried face. The baking soda might sting slightly, but This really is no induce for alarm. (i) Defeat one particular egg white until finally you can get a foamy regularity. Message Carefully the egg white on the skin of the eye location and together the cheekbones. Depart it on for 10 minutes and then clean up the area employing a cotton swab soaked in chilly h2o. Do this twice every week. Choose care; lemon juice can irritate your skin if utilized for much more than twenty minutes. Also don’t go out while in the Solar with lemon juice in your skin. When you have delicate skin, keep away from implementing lemon juice. Use the sugar-oil combination on your face. Using your fingers, get the job done in Light round motions to use the sugar-oil combination in your face. Be careful to avoid your eyes and mouth during application. The above mentioned very last 3 Do-it-yourself banana face masks are beneficial for three distinct skin challenges. If you know another banana face mask recipe, be sure to share here under remarks beneath for the good thing about other viewers.

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During the Reserve of Genesis, one can read through how Adam and Eve utilised fig leaves to include "their nakedness" following eating the fruit with the Tree of Knowledge of Very good and Evil.[twelve] "The masquerade motif seems in the Bible on two diverse levels: an try to idiot people and an try to idiot God. Utilize the mask more than your face and hold out 20 minutes. Clean it off utilizing lukewarm water, then gently pat your face dry using a gentle, thoroughly clean towel.[22] Take into account including a squeeze of lemon juice to brighten your skin or reduce acne. In Activity the protecting mask will frequently Have a very secondary operate to produce the wearer surface far more outstanding as being a competitor. This kind of popular acne is caused by the blocking from the sebaceous glands, the glands to blame for the generation and secretion of sebum, either resulting from peeled off skin, dust or other these content obstruction. Decorative masks might be worn as Component of a costume beyond ritual or ceremonial capabilities. This is commonly referred to as a masque, and relates carefully to carnival variations. By way of example, attendants of the costume social gathering will occasionally use masks as part in their costumes. Write-up SummaryX To acquire care of your respective skin, wash your face 2 times everyday with warm h2o and a gentle facial cleanser, then gently blot your skin dry using a delicate towel. Use a toner and moisturizer Once you clean your face, and if you’ll be outside the house for greater than twenty minutes, utilize sunscreen. Awesome piece. Very good to get again to Basic principles and out in the chemical laden cosmetics. I'll be trying honey tonight. A face mask ready from orange peels may audio odd in the beginning but can operate wonders to your skin. If you’re having a difficult time believing within the merits of the ingredient, give this mask a attempt to you will have a hard time believing your eyes too. Tips: Use this mixture 3 to 4 occasions every week (even a each day software is okay), but you'll want to get ready it new whenever, as it is vitally straightforward to arrange and only at that point. Hurling helmets ended up built obligatory in 2010, and possess a wire mask on the entrance to protect the player's face. [forty four] Whilst these civic masquerades as well as their masks can have retained components drawn from well-liked culture, the survival of carnival from the nineteenth century was normally a consequence of a self-acutely aware 'folklore' movement that accompanied the rise of nationalism in lots of European countries.[45] This is often utilized to identify unique browsers or gadgets when the obtain the assistance, and it is useful for stability motives. Ensure you get a handful of hours of workout each week. Physical exercise will increase blood move to the skin and materials it with oxygen and nutrients. For those who physical exercise tricky enough, the sweat can help flush out the toxins in your skin. Work out might also assistance minimize anxiety.[17] Ahead of I make clear this mask, Watch out for the amount of lemon juice you incorporate for your face mask, just don’t go overboard with over 8 drops or one/2 tsp. Anyhow, this scrumptious smelling mask is certain to tease your taste buds, tempting you to possess a lick, but you must resist!

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Hope you all are from the pink of the health and having fun with this attractive spring year. These days early morning, I had orange marmalade and orange sandwich…oops veg sandwich in my breakfast. failed to point out quantity, and is particularly ground coffee just not the instant just one, proper? and the powder milk? can it be use another thing, milk has fat : Sorry, we just must ensure that you're not a robot. For finest final results, you should make certain your browser is accepting cookies. Am i able to just incorporate some honey and a tad of drinking water to make this get the job done? I actually don't want to go get powdered milk. Apply moisturizer or lotion whilst your skin is still damp. Use facial moisturizers and creams on the face, and lotions or entire body butter on your body. Modify the kind of moisturizer or lotion you use depending on the year. For finest success, often wash your face using a moderate face clean first to get rid of the Grime and impurities gathered on your own face throughout the day. This will advertise better absorption of the proteins and nutrients from these egg white masks. A pop up will open up with all stated web pages, pick out the choice “Make it possible for“, for that respective internet site underneath the status head to allow the notification. Orange, full of Vitamin C, is the greatest all rounder In regards to your skin. With peel off mask to the juice all perform in the best possible means to help keep you glowing and wholesome. Many of us get started our day using a cup of coffee to energise ourselves, correct? But did you know the way it can help in improving our magnificence? " https://www.facebook.com/steptoremedies/posts/2087800381313231 needed just a little assist with moisturizing, which helped me with that. " Rated this informative article: How it operate: Oatmeal serves like a scrub and banana smoothens the skin tone. Honey, however, is an optional, but it works as an awesome acne therapy. Combine with each other the coconut oil and floor coffee and utilize for your face making use of circular motions. Keep away from obtaining the mixture in the eyes, nose and mouth. Preferably, use these egg white face masks over a sink or clean basin to stay away from developing a mess. Following software, maintain your face around the sink for any couple of seconds to gather any Original drippings. Mixing egg whites with corn starch would make a cleansing face mask for standard skin. The corn starch absorbs and gets rid of any Grime or impurities to give you clean and distinct skin.

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How I use it is that I blend orange peel powder as well as chickpea flour, lemon n a pinch of turmeric. My face is blessed that has a good glow n glow Resource Just apply a spoon of raw honey on the face like a mask and depart it for about twenty minutes. Rinse off. Repeat a number of occasions per week. I beloved the eggwhite, lemon and honey mask and I will use it two times a week. What recipes can I use for day to day to fortify my sagging skin, lighten the dark marks beneath my eyes and support my turkey neck? Clean papaya mashed , some drops of lime juice combined in would make a good mask for ageing skin. Papaya is substantial in Enzymes. It firms the skin and helps also with sunburn. I hold it on for around twenty to half an hour . Before solid transparent supplies such as polycarbonate have been invented, visors to safeguard the face needed to be opaque with smaller eyeslits, and were being a kind of mask, as generally in mediaeval satisfies of armour, and (by way of example) Aged Norse grímr intended "mask or visor". Disguise Elizabeth will be the founder and inventive director at The Nourished Lifestyle. Her mission is to assist individuals discover a a lot more balanced (considerably less nerve-racking!) approach to residing a cheerful, balanced lifetime. Examine more details on Elizabeth right here. Appears terrific! step to remedies 'd probably rinse it off right after thirty minutes to an hour (just due to egg white). These 4 honey face mask recipes use various supplemental substances, dependant on your skin form. These are all designed with foodstuff-dependent ingredients which can be in all probability in your kitchen at this moment. Uncomplicated and realistic! Egg whites include a protein termed albumin that actually works to tighten your skin, shrink pores and so lessen the formation of blackheads. Egg whites can also be full of nutrients that nourish and moisturize your skin, giving it a lighter and brighter overall look. Have you tried screening out egg white face masks with other substances like honey? Seemingly avocado is great for the skin too. A "shameful" mask (Schandmaske in German) is devised for public humiliation; a well-liked lessened sort are donkey ears for your bad pupil or college student In many cultural traditions, the masked performer is really a central strategy and is very valued. Inside the western tradition, actors in Historic Greek theatre wore masks, because they do in classic Japanese Noh drama. In a few Greek masks, the broad and open mouth in the mask contained a brass megaphone enabling the voice of the wearer being projected into the massive auditoria. In medieval Europe, masks have been Employed in thriller and miracle performs to portray allegorical creatures, and the performer representing God usually wore a gold or gilt mask. The collagen contained within an egg white mask helps to fill in great traces and wrinkles; nonetheless, it is best to Remember the fact that the collagen contained within an egg white mask just isn't thought to be able to penetrate deep into the skin, so this result will almost certainly be short term.

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Separate the egg and help you save the yolk. Crack open up an egg more than a bowl and transfer the yolk back and forth concerning The 2 shells. Each time the yolk falls into a shell, a small amount of the egg white should fall to the bowl. Maintain undertaking this right until most of the egg white is within the bowl. Vitamin E – Acts as being a barrier for that skin towards the totally free radical harm. In addition it guards the skin in the hazardous UV rays. Generating in the face pack is without doubt one of the most straightforward Do-it-yourself do-it-yourself strategies to treat the oily and acne vulnerable skin. Let us take a journey to own an concept of ways of planning with the orange face mask for oily skin and acne. Clean your face with a delicate cleanser. For those who have been to make use of a scrub face clean it could irritate your skin. Aloe Vera Gel with at the very least 90% pure aloe barbadensis leaf juice in it can be perfect for sunburned or irritated skin. Aloe vera is recognized for its therapeutic Attributes and might do wonders to the skin. Afterwards splash some chilly h2o with your face and using the recommendations of your respective fingers gently therapeutic massage the face mask deep into your skin for 2 mins. Wash your face twice day by day to keep it oil-no cost, strengthen complexion, and forestall breakouts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9-zcutZvnc ought to clean your face each morning once you rise up, and while in the night prior to likely to mattress. Here’s An additional superb banana face mask for glowing skin that may also help in lightening the general skin tone. We have stated that Dr. Oz calls bananas mother nature’s Botox? Perfectly, he is onto a thing! The nutrients in bananas have the power to drastically cut down the looks of wrinkles and make the skin glimpse more supple and youthful. Hi there. I'm a novice in utilizing DIY wellness solutions, so I actually liked your facial recipes! I've discoloration on my face (which isn't far too lousy) from a overall body allergic reaction. The crucial oil need to normally be utilised with The essential oil in sought after quantity. This maintains an ideal balance! I think I’ll essentially Incorporate 3 and four for the reason that I've dry and inflamed skin. Among the list of benefits of applying this kind of substances is that they received’t react terribly jointly like atore acquired types could possibly! We use cookies making sure that we supply you with the very best experience on our Site. This includes cookies from third party social media marketing websites and advertisement networks. These third party cookies may perhaps monitor your use on Boldsky web sites for superior rendering. To cleanse skin, most Gals like the water approach: Use warm drinking water to loosen dirt and clogged pores. Use https://twitter.com/steptoremedies/status/1087108583286849538 -sized little bit of cleanser, then rinse with cool or lukewarm h2o.

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Eat a great deal of fruits and veggies. They are not only fantastic for The body, but They're great for your skin. They are really packed with natural vitamins and antioxidants. Completely transform and detoxify your skin that has a facial mask formulated to expose pure, clean up and dazzling skin Why I'm typing orange many times listed here, Did you know? It is simply because orange is my favorite fruit and this season we have the very best of oranges within our city – sweet, tangy and tasty. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vzj405nSR4 out there, I'm able to see fruit walas I tried it almost everything and its awesome.... its definitely productive... just should established minutes all of it ... I do it every day prior to i have a bathtub or even though take a bath... That is why normally i'm 30mins while in the toilet hahahaha... for 30days i can see the outcome of glow This material is exact and legitimate to the most effective in the creator’s expertise and isn't meant to substitute for official and individualized suggestions from a certified Qualified. Apply the mask towards your face and neck employing a makeup brush (you don’t want to stain your nails and fingers yellow!). @salamat: Use when each three times and function your way nearly at the time each and every two times. Never use daily, as orange peel is usually a potent, exfoliating and peeling component. The important thing is to make use of it continually for at least per month in advance of getting noticeably radiant and glowing skin. two. Lemon juice is power packed with each of the goodness of vitamin C and is superb for oily skin. It clears blackheads and whiteheads and also helps prevent new breakouts. It clears current acne at the same time and lightens complexion more than a stretch of time with normal use. Remedy: Any honey will do, but I really propose working with raw, unfiltered honey for your personal face mask mainly because it retains additional of the potent therapeutic Homes. Get seven to nine hours of snooze Just about every night. Not finding enough snooze could make your skin seem boring and sallow. It may bring about bags or shadows under your eyes. Having sufficient rest will minimize wrinkles and under-eye puffiness. It may also provide you with a healthful, glowing complexion.[15] With this straightforward blemish-removing face mask, you only have to have two other components: honey and yogurt. These powerhouse ingredients are filled with nutrients that provide nourishing Advantages to skin. Honey, specifically, will help in night out discolorations and blemishes on skin. How I use it is the fact I blend orange peel powder in addition to chickpea flour, lemon n a pinch of turmeric. My face is blessed which has a wonderful glow n shine You're certain to notice a delightful advancement to the acne scars which can seem a lot less obvious than just before! Ensure that you get several several hours of workout every week. Training improves blood circulation to the skin and materials it with oxygen and nutrients. In case you physical exercise challenging ample, the sweat can help flush out the toxins inside your skin. Exercising may also assist lower stress.[17]

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Banana is packed with some vital nutritional vitamins and nutrients that make banana face masks remarkable beauty fix. Bananas secure our skin from totally free radicals and so hold off the getting old process. Some people Visit the extent of terming bananas as Mom Character’s pain-free lower-Price Botox. Hello many thanks for the reply. Imagine if I insert citric acid powder and geranium vital oil? Will these function superior preservatives? If Certainly for how much time will they hold up if not refrigerated? Thanks a great deal. When you are seeking an all pure, refreshing face mask ingredient to present your skin cells a healthy Increase, orange peel powder is for you personally! This powder may be used in face masks that can help people that: Quite a few many thanks, I sit up for making an attempt these masks. I make my own cheese, and wash my face Along with the whey - it is also superb - I might consider combining it now with some of your mask ingredients! Thanks This is A fast explanation on how to make Sunlight-dried orange peel powder at your house. For a far more in-depth rationalization, I explain the procedure intimately During this quick information. Cinnamon can at times be annoying Should your skin is basically delicate, so you might like to do a patch examination within the again of your respective hand first. Once the time is up, rinse your face Carefully right until every one of the combination is completely gone. Pat dry which has a towel. In the event your face is dry after this mask, use a fall of coconut or olive oil as being a normal moisturizer. Of course, You need to use banana with orange peel powder. For greater benefits include in complete cream milk also and make a thick paste. Use this mask on the complete face, staying away from eye area and depart it about half-hour. Then Carefully take out it with warm water (don’t rub your face as it could irritate your skin). Oats is a superb normal scrub that aids in getting rid of the lifeless skin cells and reveals a glowing and lighter skin tone. Thank you for his post. My teenage son has struggled with acne and we are trying a number of different things at this moment. The elements you will need are basic and common in any kitchen. Seize a container during which to mix almost everything, like a cup; a spoon; a little bit drinking water; and what continues to be just after producing your early morning coffee. I attempted rendering it myself nonetheless it bought messy. So I looked up some honey masks online and this was the cheapest I could find. Can’t conquer 4oz for $15. And theirs have some fantastic substances included to it. I went in advance and bought a couple. Check it out: Blend all the above ingredients in the bowl. Gradually add h2o till a thick paste is shaped. Working with clean fingertips, therapeutic massage a thick coat from the mixture on to your face in a gentle circular movement. Of course, You should utilize freshly squeezed lemon juice and natural and organic honey mix. Lemons are stuffed with AHA’s and BHA’s which eliminate useless skin cells and enable apparent up blackheads, acne, and discoloration, when honey is usually a pure antioxidant and antibacterial. Here's lemon juice and honey facial mask recipe in your case. To prep your skin ahead of any face mask, pour boiling warm drinking water in the bowl and stand earlier mentioned it allowing the steam open up your pores.

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Uncontrolled worry will make your skin far more sensitive and bring about acne breakouts as well as other skin troubles. To really encourage nutritious skin — as well as a healthful condition of head — get steps to handle your tension. Exfoliate your skin as soon as every week. This may assist buff away People dead skin cells and depart your skin feeling silky-smooth. You utilize scrubs, loofahs, and exfoliating sponges. You should definitely make use of a gentler exfoliator on your face than on the remainder of Your system. Technique: Mix both of these in equivalent portions to generate a paste. Implement it in excess of your face and neck and Allow it do the job for thirty min, after the mask feels dry, clean your face carefully. This mask removes that surplus oil out of your skin as well as dead skin cells. In case you use every one of the mixture and might you save the rest for another use? Also, how frequently really should or not it's used? A great face mask for regenerating the skin and supplying it a youthful glow. Suitable for all ages, and all skin types. Incorporate a mashed up banana towards the egg yolk. Peel a banana open, and Reduce it to scaled-down items with a knife. Utilize a fork to mash it to a pulp. The banana should help nourish your face. If applied with regularity, yogurt has Light bleaching powers that could decrease discoloration, age places and blotches. Can I retail store almond oil as well as the vitamin E capsule drop by Placing Just about every together in a plastic bottle and utilizing for handful of times on my facial skin? Orange peel face mask is an extremely productive in focusing on troubles like blackheads, acne, clogged pores, uninteresting skin and oiliness. Even so, before you decide to make an orange peel face pack, it’s vital that you initial find out how to make orange peel powder. Significant pores may also be possible breeding grounds for micro organism that induce bulbous zits and cysts, which implies pore-tightening egg white can assist minimize acne. Mash the banana and add same amount of yoghurt and blend both the substances perfectly. Now apply this paste all over the face and hands and go away for twenty minutes to dry and after that rinse it off. Also known as The Hot Face Mask, it is actually composed of honey, cinnamon, nutmeg, and lemon. It’s the lemon that triggers the burning sensation, but that’s if you place more than 1/two a teaspoon! Maintain the mask on for ten-15 minutes. In the event the mixture has completely dried on your own face, Carefully scrub it off applying warm drinking water, tackling all parts of your face in a very round movement. Pat dry that has a towel and marvel at the smooth truly feel of your skin! Prepare your face with the mask by washing it with heat water. This tends to open up your pores, that can improve the usefulness in the mask. Because this mask has a tendency to receive really messy, You may as well pull your hair back into a ponytail, braid it, or pin it back again.

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Author Information • Shrink enlarged pores and retain very clear, younger-wanting skin by frequently implementing fresh new orange juice on your own skin for a few minutes. It can heal challenges like darkish places, pimples, and wrinkles too. Once you put the egg white on, lay just one layer of separated tissue paper around your face. Then apply much more egg above that, and after that peel it off. [2] Moreover, orange peel also incorporates potassium that helps the skin retain its moisture as well as magnesium that assists overcome skin growing old induced by mobile oxidative damage. Suffice to mention then, which the rightful spot for orange peels just isn't with your trash can but as part of your magnificence regimen. Implement the sugar-oil combination to your face. Using your fingers, work in Light circular motions to use the sugar-oil combination towards your face. Be careful to stay away from your eyes and mouth throughout software. You can blend them, but this concoction will likely not have very long shelf lifestyle. It’s constantly better to arrange fresh fruits masks for best results…… Warning: Lots of people are allergic to cinnamon and it might often create irritation in those with an unusually sensitive skin. As a result, this mask needs to be made use of following testing somewhere apart from about the face. You can use any that works effectively for you personally, however, if you utilize olive or coconut oil during the mask then use an oil infused moisturizer, it could trigger breakouts For those who have oily or mixture skin. Please suggest some superior face mask in order that my skin will likely be very clear from smaller acne on forehead and oil. Hope you might me to have good skin:) Refrain from chatting or smiling Along with the mask on for the reason that stretching the limited skin may possibly bring about wrinkles to appear. Turmeric can be an historic moments dried root herb and baking soda operates as a good cleanser and exfoliant. Add a bit of heat water if needed to keep the lather heading. When the lather dies down, increase some h2o. Just don’t insert a lot of, or perhaps the sugar will dissolve. The above mentioned last 3 Do-it-yourself banana face masks are handy for three different skin problems. If you understand every other banana face mask recipe, please share listed here underneath feedback below for the good thing about other readers. This sort of frequent acne is attributable to the blocking of the sebaceous glands, the glands answerable for the output and secretion of sebum, both as a consequence of peeled off skin, dust or other these product obstruction.

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Add the olive oil or coconut oil. You'll need two teaspoons of olive oil. The olive oil will moisturize your face, leaving the skin experience comfortable and easy. If you don't have olive oil, You can utilize coconut oil rather, that is also incredibly moisturizing. Software: Apply just one layer of the mixture on the full face and down onto your throat. Wait for a few minutes right until it dries. Then, utilize a next layer and keep making use of until you might have utilized The entire batch. Here you could find out more about the many benefits of oats for the skin and how to make oatmeal scrubs for your personal face. Honey, Alternatively, is really a organic humectant that assists the skin keep its humidity. It really works just as properly like a normal cleanser and exfoliant to market obvious and glowing skin. Approach: Take a bowl to mix these ingredients and utilize a coat in excess of your face using your fingers. Then therapeutic massage your skin in the round movement to cleanse. Then rinse with cold water and pat which has a thoroughly clean towel. A lot of people discard the peel of oranges with no 2nd imagined once They can be carried out While using the citrusy flesh inside of. If you're one of these, here’s a beauty treatment that is likely to make you rethink throwing the orange peels absent. If the orange peel powder and oatmeal made use of alongside one another feels a bit rough on your own skin, include extra olive oil but don’t allow it to be too runny as it can develop a drippy mess. wikiHow is really a wiki just like Wikipedia, which means a large number of of our content articles are penned collaboratively. To create this informative article, eighty four folks, some anonymous, worked to edit and increase it eventually. Categories: Egg Face Masks Specifics: Whilst the grains from the apple will work as being a sort of Mild scrub for cleaning your face, the glycolic acid in it facilitates exfoliation. On the other hand, Before you begin Discovering the cure choices, you need to totally understand what triggers acne after which try and logically deduce how honey masks is often useful in its therapy. Also, it tends to make absorption of topical nutritional vitamins hard. Consequently, exfoliation must be step one just before using a pure banana mask. Next, experiments in animals display that vitamin C could be absorbed by the skin within an acidic setting. It may be useful to add in an acid (like lemon or citrus of some kind) to inspire vitamin C absorption.” That is an improvement in excess of the conventional Aloe Vera Honey Mask for the therapy of acne and it may greatly improve the outcomes. Mix the egg white and lemon juice. Employing a fork, rapidly whisk the two ingredients right up until the egg white gets to be foamy and frothy. Meditate. This really is an historic exercise that has been all-around for centuries—and for good cause! Many of us notice that it helps them very clear their minds and chill out.

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Utilize the face mask on the face, keeping away from the eyes and mouth space, wherever the skin is dryer and much more sensitive. Rinse the mask off with neat water. Immediately after 15 to 20 minutes, rinse the mask off with interesting h2o. The neat drinking water will help near your pores and seal in dampness. So now you recognize the miracle component, the next concern is how you can utilize them within a mask that will reward you. With this easy blemish-getting rid of face mask, You merely need two other substances: honey and yogurt. These powerhouse components are stuffed with nutrients that supply nourishing Rewards to skin. Honey, specifically, allows in night out discolorations and blemishes on skin. Nobody will try out any facial products that never fetch any Rewards. Bananas have an excellent benefit on our skin. Allow https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_3L6V_PwTM to share astounding banana face mask recipes you Our masks are for beauty use and will likely not help with health-related circumstances. In case you have a clinical condition you need to take care of remember to consult knowledgeable wellness practioner. I Individually notice that honey totally calms my acne-inclined skin. The truth is, that’s The main reason I started out using the honey mask in the first place! Aside from implementing orange juice and peels on skin, it is possible to eat this fruit and its juice regularly to spice up immunity, assist in digestion, avoid kidney stones, cut down Excess fat deposits, teat bad breath, lessen blood pressure and cholesterol levels, and reduce the probability of producing heart problems. Share one. Slash or split a banana into compact items, and area into a mixing bowl. Mash up the banana by using a metallic spoon. If you will get the mask with your eyes, Will probably be extremely annoying. In case you ingest it, the raw egg within the mask can result in meals poisoning. Be sure to do an allergy exam before you decide to check out any of our masks. Read our safety information and utilization Guidance prior to deciding to commence. Honey has remarkable antibacterial properties that assistance sooth discomfort and stimulate the growth of latest skin tissue. Allow the mixture to remain in your face for three to five minutes. You might want to sit down and loosen up. The more you progress about, the more probable the mixture is to come back off your face and acquire on the apparel/home furniture. I tried it yesternight …… The effects were being wonderful …… My face was truely glowy glowy ……. I utilized the rice powder wnich I've grinded myself…. It's a little bit of gritty structure which gave a wonderfull scrubbing xperience ….. Totaly in love with the final results….. *Thankyou* *thankyou*

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