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lemonykoo · 3 years

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[unnamed] - diluc

Pairing: Diluc x Reader

Genre: ?? Does this even have a genre lol

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: You just started working for Diluc at Angel’s Share, which has both its positives and negatives. On one hand, your arrival has drawn in more business and has taken a load off of the winery owner’s shoulders since he’s no longer short on help. On the other hand, though, unwanted customers have been coming to harass you, and Diluc has had enough. Mentions: just some drunk dude that’s trying to get you to come home with him :/ also, i couldn’t come up with a title for this so im sorry lmao; also this is not proofread haha

Side Note: I’ve started college (ewwww) so I won’t be updating often or have a clear, consistent schedule (not that i had one anyways but oh well) so yea :) please pray for my chemistry grade lmao she’s not doing too hot

It hadn’t been long since your first arrival in Mondstadt. A little over a month ago, you had moved here from Liyue where your parents still lived. They were originally born in the City of Freedom – raised in Springvale, to be exact – but moved to Liyue for business purposes. You were looking for, oddly enough, independence and freedom after living on the outskirts of Liyue Harbor for your whole life. Thus, you packed up and shipped off to Mondstadt to see what you could make of yourself in your parents’ homeland. As soon as you had successfully moved in and settled down, your first order of business was to find a job. Luckily, you had noticed a “Help Wanted” sign outside of a tavern when you were job scouting within Mondstadt city. You hadn’t had any experience working in a tavern, but you previously worked at a small restaurant, which wasn’t much different from a tavern, right? Even if it was, you still went ahead and went inside and inquired about the job. You were expecting to be thoroughly interviewed when you asked and be notified at a later date on if you had the job or not, but much to your surprise, you were practically hired right then and there. The tavern’s owner, Diluc Ragnvindr, had been inside at that time and had asked you a series of brief questions about previous job experience, yourself, and other basic information before he told you to come in tomorrow. You wondered if he was that desperate help, but you didn’t want to ask annoying questions and get fired before you even started working.

To say the least, Diluc was impressed. He had Charles train you on your first day and he was expecting a lack-luster report of your performance, but he was given the exact opposite. “She’s a natural!” Charles exclaimed after closing one night once you had left. Diluc had wondered if maybe he was just giving him lip service since the tavern needed more help, but after your first couple weeks of work, the winery owner noticed how much more customers were trailing in through the door – especially on the nights you worked.

You were definitely a great employee. You would come in early to make sure the tavern was clean and presentable before opening up and didn’t leave until everything was sorted out and Diluc (or Charles) told you that your work was done for the night. Customers would compliment his new employee – how kind she was, how she always went around and asked how people were doing, how hard she worked to make sure everything was going smoothly. Diluc had seen it himself – even the more uptight and rigid regulars of his could be seen cutting up with you in the corners of the tavern. You deserved every tip you received, that’s for sure.

“Busniess has certainly picked up,” Diluc’s brother remarked as he eyed the red-head across the bar. “I think it had something to do with your new hot employee.” Kaeya smirked before taking a sip of his wine.

Diluc raised an eyebrow at the calvary captain, obviously not understanding what he meant. Venti sat his glass down and gestured to you standing at the end of a table full of adventurers from the Guild. You were laughing with them, obviously humoring them as you always would. “Y/N, duh!” the bard exclaimed.

The pyro user rolled his eyes slightly, picking up a glass that you had discarded behind the counter and cleaning it subconsciously. The audacity of these two…

“Evening, Kaeya!” you cheerfully greeted as you squeezed past Diluc behind the counter. “You too, Venti. How are you guys doing?”

“Could be better,” Venti responded, sliding over a seat to be directly across from you. “But now that you’re here, I guess I’m doing pretty alright!”

Diluc couldn’t help but scoff at the bard’s remark, only to earn a chuckle from Kaeya who noticed his brother’s expression. “Don’t be jealous, Diluc. Someone is going to try to win her over sooner than later, you know. It’s not our fault you hired such a nice, pretty girl.”

Thankfully, you didn’t appear to have overheard the cryo user’s words, too wrapped up in a new story of Venti’s to eavesdrop on another conversation. Diluc glanced over you as you leaned against the counter, your chin on your palm as your eyes stayed on Venti’s as he rambled on. It was odd to hear Kaeya say such things about one of his employees, but Diluc dismissed it as just being his nature. Though, he couldn’t help but agree him – in his head, of course. He was not about to let Kaeya know that he himself was a bit… attracted to you. He was your employer, though. Nothing more.

The night ticked by and soon the tavern was getting ready to close for the night. Most of the patrons had cleared out, leaving just a few occupying some of the tables. Venti had already left for the night, promising to be back tomorrow, and Kaeya was gathering his things to leave soon. Diluc was cleaning off the counter, ready for the place to clear out so he could close up and head back home. You, however, were talking with a customer in the corner of the tavern. It appeared to be a normal conversation, but upon further inspection, you had a worried expression on your face as you nervously fiddled with the ends of your hair.

“Awe come on,” the man sitting in front you pleaded. “You can’t just come in here looking all pretty for nothing. Allow me to keep you company tonight, what do you say?”

He had been pestering you all night with flirty comments and suggestive words. Sure, you were used to this as you worked in a tavern – heck, you even tossed them back sometimes if you knew the customer was okay with it and knew it was a joke. But this guy… you had never seen him before and you already made it clear that you weren’t interested – or comfortable. “I’m sorry,” was all you could say. Before he could say anything else, you turned and hurried over to the counter, drawing Diluc’s attention as you practically hid yourself beside him.

“Something the matter?” he asked, looking over at your expression that had what looked like fear written all over it.

“No,” you responded, starting to clean the dirty glasses that had piled up over the last hour or so. “Just feeling a bit tired tonight.”

“Well, we’re just about to close, so it shouldn’t be too much longer-”

“You can’t just run away from me in the middle of a conversation like that,” a male voice slurred and you looked up to the same guy striding over the counter and sitting where Kaeya had once been. Diluc glanced between the two of you and immediately picked up how you shifted a bit closer to him and away from the guy at the counter.

“Oh, I thought it was over,” you murmured keeping your head down as you cleaned an already spotless glass.

“Of course not,” the man spat, acting as if Diluc wasn’t standing right there. “Why don’t you want to come over to my place when you get off tonight?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. This had been the first time you had ever been harassed like this at work. It never happened at your old job, nor in the past month at the Angel’s Share. You didn’t know how to act in a situation like this, since you didn’t want to take up the man’s offers or anger him into forcing you or worse. “I have other things to do.”

“Like what?” the man asked, almost in a mocking manner. “It’s too late to do anything else other than go home, so what could you possibly have planned-”

“She’s coming home with me.”

Your eyes widened and you looked up to see Diluc staring daggers at the man sitting at the bar. The man looked shocked himself, but the expression was quickly replaced with a smirk. “Oh, I see.” He was silent for a moment and you hoped that was the end of it, but he spoke up once more. “You know, you don’t have to go home with a snobby, winery owner, sweetheart. My place is just as good as his.”

“I-” You started, but you were cut off by Diluc’s gloved hand resting on top of yours.

“Her choices aren’t up for debate,” the red-head interrupted, his voice rigid and stern. “She doesn’t want to go home with you, and that’s final.” The man went to respond but Diluc placed his hand on the counter as an unsaid warning. “I’m afraid we’re closing for the night and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Fortunately, the man accepted defeat and left without any rebuttal. You exhaled a breath you had been holding and stepped away from your boss, realizing you had cowered toward him during the altercation. You continued to help clean the glasses like you had been. “Thank you. For getting him to leave,” you squeaked out after a moment of silence.

“There’s no need to thank me,” Diluc answered, not sparing you a glance as he started to gather up the bank from the day’s profit. “If you’re ever having a problem like that again, just let me know. I’ll take care of it.” His red eyes were focused on the task in front of him and his calm demeanor never left.

“I appreciate it,” you said, placing the cleaned glass under the counter for the next day. “I probably should’ve known what I was signing up for when I came to work around a bunch of drunks.”

Diluc hummed. “You shouldn’t have to worry about people like that, though. You came to work and do your job, not deal with customers who can’t keep their thoughts to themselves, or take a hint.” You two continued to close up the tavern in silence and when everything was taken care of, you announced you were heading home.

“Wait up,” he said, making his way over to you as you stood by the door. “Let me walk you home. That guy might have decided to wait for you.”

You blushed. “O-oh, okay. Thank you, Master Diluc.” You exited the tavern, him right behind you as he locked the door.

“Just Diluc, Y/N. It’s after hours – no need to be so formal.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin diluc #diluc #diluc x reader #lex’s writing 💫

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2jaeh · 3 years

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THREE DAYS I LEE TAEYONG

When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.

Genre: mature theme, slight smut

warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing.

words: 3k

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“Are you sure it's okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend.

He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship.

Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue.

DAY 1 : FRI

“Taeyong is afraid he is going to third wheel” Inseong chuckled as he concentrated on the open road in front of him, casually looking over at you scoffing down a bag of jelly tots.

“Youre working though” you stuck your tongue out at him, “Im gonna be just as alone as he is.”

“I guess you are” Inseong let out a sigh, “I don't understand why the dude cant get a date though he’s pretty good looking right?”

“Uhm yeah he's attractive.” Attractive was an understatement. You will never forget the day Inseong introduced you to Taeyong, It was around the time you two just started dating about two years ago, and you had never seen someone that good looking up close before. It wasn't the fact that you didn’t find your boyfriend attractive, you loved Inseong and he was a good looking guy but Taeyong, he was different.

Taeyong barely spoke to you but he was always polite and had a warm aura unlike the rest of Inseongs friends. He was the one you got along with most and because of that Inseong had a habit of inviting him on many of your trips, much like the one you're venturing on now.

You stuffed the empty snack packets into a trash bag as Inseong pulled into a very fancy resort one you weren't quite familiar with. Inseong was actually on a work trip that involved meeting with potential clients and partners, this did not include Taeyongs sector but their boss allowed him to bring you two along as a treat. Inseong’s firm absolutely adored him, which made sense because he was practically married to his job.

“I'm going to get the room keys” Inseong placed a peck on your cheek and you watched him jog off to the front desk while you meandered around the foyer of the hotel.

“y/n” you heard a chirpy voice call from behind you. Turning you were met with those bold black orbs and that ever so charming smile.

“Taeyong” you grinned back pulling him into a tight hug that drowned you in his rich scented perfume.

Taeyong wasn't sure if you noticed his fingers linger on the small of your back. He would always leave you small signs but you’d never notice. His bright eyes dulled for a second when your attention turned back to Inseong who returned with the room keys.

“Oh you're here great! y/n and I are staying in the room next to yours, do you mind taking her up ?” Inseong said, handing Taeyong both sets of keys.

“What? You’re not coming up to see the room ?” you asked, a little hurt that he was already ditching you on this trip.

“Sorry honey they want to do a meet and greet and tour of the resort, i'll be up as soon as it's over” Inseong gently stroked your head and you watched him walk off with one of the resort employees.

“I guess it's just you and me then” Taeyong smiled although regretting his words when he saw the fake smile grace your face and made your way over to the elevators. Taeyong was all too familiar with this scene. Inseong being busy, he excludes you from the rest of his corporate friends and eventually calls on him to babysit you. He wondered if you resented him solely because of Inseong’s habits. He tried his best to always make you feel comfortable even if it put him in the most uncomfortable position both mentally...and physically.

“Well I'm going to take a nap so I'll see you around I guess” you pressed your lips together and took the room key from him.

“Are you not gonna eat anything ? We could go down for Lun-”

“I'm good Taeyong, I'll see you later okay ?” Taeyong watched as you disappeared into the room and it felt like he had been punched in his stomach.

DAY 2 : SAT

Taeyong lay in bed utterly exhausted after barely getting a wink of sleep courtesy of the screaming match that happened last night. Although muffled, Taeyong already knew it was about Inseong coming back at around 3am. ‘What meeting would go on until that time especially on the first day’ Taeyong thought as he rubbed his bare chest and stared up at the ceiling. Inseong loved his job and he loved socializing with people who shared that interest. To him coming home at that time absolutely plastered was normal, because it was part of his work lifestyle.

Taeyong groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow as he heard your sobs replaying in his head from the fight. He was tired of sitting around not doing anything when he knew for a fact he could treat you way better. At moments like this he didn't give two shits about Inseong, especially after he got the new promotion and made a new friend group of pretentious assholes. Taeyong wanted to be with you by your own choice, he wanted to hang out with you without Inseongs name attached to the reason you two were together.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts Taeyong’s ears perked at the sound of Inseong leaving the room and the sound of the shower running.

“No fuck not now please not now” Taeyong groaned as he felt shudder overcome his body and his underwear became slightly restricted. His mind raced with thoughts of you. It all came to him so quickly he barely noticed that his hand was already down his sweatpants as he buried his face further into his pillow. He wished he was with you. The things he would do to you were unspeakable. He wouldn't give a shit if Inseong walked through those doors finding him on top of girlfriend, he didn't care.

You finished drying yourself off and put on a cute yellow sundress that hugged your curves, showing off the two piece bikini that Inseong told you not to wear around the resort especially when he wasn't with you. This was payback for the way he treated you last night. Not only did he ditch you in a foreign room for an entire evening, he also returned drunk out of his mind and blamed you as usual for not taking care of him. You wanted to at least enjoy whatever you could from this trip and if it meant looking hot and hanging out with Taeyong, then so be it.

You made your way next door and rang the doorbell patiently waiting for your assigned babysitter. Taeyong swung open the door, dressed in only in a pair of black harem pants and a towel on his neck that he used to dry his hair. You took in the site of his bare chest, drinking in his pretty figure that matched his gorgeous face.

“I'm sorry I was gonna go down for breakfast I was wondering….i’ll just wait outside” you stuttered and you heard Taeyong giggle

“Come inside y/n.”

You walked inside his room and it was surprisingly neat in comparison to yours. You felt kinda embarrassed at the state of your room even though most of it were Inseongs doing anyway.

Taeyong continued drying his hair as he watched you scan his room, his eyes already on your figure in that goddamn sundress. His only thoughts were ripping it off until he noticed you were staring right back at him.

“Your hair is sticking up a bit at the back, here let me help you”

Taeyong watched as you approached his figure and reached up to neaten his hair. He really admired his will power to keep his hands off your body as you inched closer and closer to him.

“Thanks” he smiled sweetly masking his dark intent and threw on a loose hawaiian shirt gesturing towards the door, “shall we?”

The two of you had a decent day lounging around the pool area and took a stroll on the beach before heading back for lunch. You never expected to bump into Inseong and his colleagues during lunch and the way Inseong looked at your outfit, you knew you’d never hear the end of it. He practically ignored you the entire time while he and his friends chatted away, even going as far as introducing Taeyong to a few of them but not you.

Just before you and Taeyong made your way to the elevators to retreat back to the rooms, Inseong jogged over and tugged on your wrist.

“I know we had it out last night but was all of this really necessary ?” Inseong gritted his teeth as he looked over your skimpy outfit.

“I thought it was cute, not everything I do is to ruin your perfect life Inseong” you rolled your eyes and pressed the button to signal the elevator.

Inseong let out an exasperated sigh and released your wrist before massaging his temple.

“Just dont pull this kinda shit at the dinner tomorrow please, the chairman is going to be there.”

You and Taeyong watched as Inseong stomped away and Taeyong noticed that for once instead of beating yourself up about Inseongs reaction you seemed somewhat proud to piss him off to that extent.

“I'm sorry you're always in the middle of all of this Taeyong” you apologized as the two of you stepped onto your floor and made your way to the rooms.

“It's okay y/n it's not your fault, and besides I think you look ridiculously hot in that dress” he replied and licked his lips as you felt your face heat up with his bold words. “Also,” he continued as he scanned his room key

“I think you should own it, wear something sexy tomorrow, not for Inseong but for yourself and maybe a little for me.”

DAY 3 : SUN

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the classy black velvety dress you had saved for a night out. The dress was intended for a Valentines date with Inseong but that never happened because he had a more important meeting to attend.

As you made final touches to your outfit you wondered if subconsciously you did also dress up for Taeyong. God the way he looked at you when he told you to wear something sexy, you hadn't felt flustered yet intrigued like that in a long time.

You put on the final touches to your make up and made your way down to the banquet room. You already felt a bit awkward as you noticed a few people stare at you and whisper until you saw Taeyong. You barely noticed Inseong sit directly in front of him, all you could see was Taeyongs dark eyes taking every bit of you in.

Inseong’s eyes though we're different. He looked annoyed but still got up to help you into your seat which was weirdly next to Taeyong instead of him. But then it dawned on you when you noticed that the name card next to him was the chairman.

Typical. That was all he cared about in the end.

Taeyong’s eyes were still on you as you took your seat, unbothered if Inseong even noticed at this point, he was in awe. Did you dress up because he told you to ? Did you dress up for yourself and maybe, just maybe for him ?

“You look gorgeous y/n” he whispered, his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. You brushed your hair behind your ear and nodded a thank you, trying to keep your focus elsewhere. Although Taeyong was conversing with the people at the table something made you feel as if you still had his full attention.

You almost jumped when you felt his cold fingers trace circles on your knee, his focus was still in his conversation but yours was solely on his movements. Taeyong lightly squeezed your thigh to test the waters, a smirk he indefinitely couldn't hide graced his face and he allowed his hand to move higher.

You gulped as he began to move, completely entranced by his touch as you felt him trace more circles on your upper thigh until his hand settled in your lap. Taeyong moved his chair closer to you and the table in order to obstruct the view of a passerby or any suspicious eyes at the table.

“You work with Inseong right?” a man said to Taeyong as he laced his fingers with yours under the table.

All of it was so incredibly promiscuous but it gave you an adrenaline rush and Taeyong knew you were completely on board when you squeezed his hand back and bit down on your lip.

Taeyong grabbed your hand and placed it in his own lap, allowing you to feel exactly what you were doing to him at this moment. You sucked in a breath as you palmed him and he gave your thigh another squeeze, this time much harder, rougher than before.

Eventually into the night you decided to excuse yourself and Inseong preferred it anyway. You couldn't believe how oblivious he was to the closeness of you and Taeyong that it only angered you even more of how he would really choose these fake people over his girlfriend for the night.

As you made your way to the elevator you didn't even realise Taeyong had already followed you there, putting on his usual laid back demeanor. The two of you stepped into the elevator and it was silent. You wondered why he was so quiet especially after pulling that stunt during dinner. Completely confused you grabbed your room key but before you could scan it Taeyong blocked your path, scanning his room key and pulled you inside his room not giving you any time to process this.

He was all over you, his lips his hands his body, you felt almost every part of him as he pressed you against the wall. He used his knee to separate your legs as he planted open mouthed kisses on your neck, practically growling into your ear when he heard a moan escape your lips.

“I-I didn't do anything in case someone from dinner saw us” he explained as he found the hook of your dress but stopped to look in your eyes, “are you okay with this?”

You answered him by practically ripping open his white dress shirt and ran your hands down his body. Taeyong smirked and moved you to the bed, ridding himself of his shoes and trousers before attacking your neck once more.

“I'm sorry if this all moves too fast I literally can't help myself” he growled once more as you got undressed and the sight of you in your scantily clad underwear made him lightheaded.

“Well its best we hurry the fuck up before that asshole comes back” you sighed as you pulled him on top of you.

“Fuck I dont want to hear about him, youre mine right now” Taeyong groaned and skillfully unclipped your bra and rid you of your lace panties. You bit down on your lip as you watched him pull down his boxers and free his member, licking your lips unconsciously.

“Don't worry baby you can suck it next time” he teased and without warning pushed himself into you with one brisk movement. The room filled with both of your moans as Taeyong’s hips slammed into yours, while one hand laced his fingers with yours while the other was wrapped around your throat.

“Oh my God Taeyong” you cried completely in ecstasy thanks to the way Taeyong handled you. He was animalistic yet not hurting you in any way. His eyes burned holes into yours as he moved his hips faster and faster until you came undone and he followed straight after.

Taeyong quickly cleaned you up and kissed you softly, his touches were much lighter as he held your face in his hands moving his lips gracefully against yours.

“I'm going to end things with him Taeyong I can't take it anymore” you rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair.

“I know baby just do whats best for you, and just know I actually do like you like really fucking like you” he replied and he felt you smile.

“You fell for me in three days ?” you giggled against his chest.

“No baby i've liked you since the day I met you, these three days were for you to finally come to your senses.”

#taeyong smut #nct taeyong #taeyong scenario #taeyong drabble #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct127 smut #nct127 scenarios #kpop smut #lee taeyong #superM #nct 2020 #nct reactions

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ohtobeaspettyasleah · 3 years

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My friend, Lorelei.

Could’ve had it all.

Ethan watched as Lorelei Figgs signed off on the contract he’d given her to read over three days ago, wondering about how Grayson would react when Ethan ultimately decided the perfect time to drop the not so convenient bombshell that he’d gone ahead and hired a new assistant.

Yes, in hindsight, it was a decision they as business partners and brothers were supposed to do so together. But with Grayson in the content and unbothered relaxed state he was thriving in back in Jersey, Ethan didn't want to be the villain in the story. He wanted Grayson to be okay, him not being okay meant Ethan wasn't okay and when they both weren’t okay? it spelt chaos for all involved. Someone who understood that perfectly and knew how to manage that was Adele. For a year it had been Adele. It still confused the fuck out of Ethan as to why Adele had approached him not two weeks ago, it would forever be a mystery. But an alternate decision he, as a friend and boss, accepted.

“I didn't even know you were thinking about quitting.” Ethan sighed with a heavy heart as he stood from his chair. “You okay? Need some more time off? Gray and i can always make changes for you, you’re way too valuable to lose Adele, so don't give me that crap about not being good at your job.” Adele chuckled as she sniffled, tears welling as she nodded.

“I don't even know what else to say besides it's just time for me to move on, can't be an assistant all my life, you know? Besides, mums have been pushing for me to go to college and I think she's right.” Ethan wasn't about to lie to himself, the timing was incredibly inconvenient. With Grayson slowly descending into a darker, deeper hole by the hour? Ethan felt the overwhelming pressure of finding a new assistant just as reliable as Adele had been.

Adele had a heart of pure gold, Ethan knew that from the second she signed on the dotted line to single handedly keep him and his equally as chaotic twin in order. Organise their lives so to speak. But Ethan had no clue as to why Adele so easily gave up a job that made work seem like living. It would be hard to find a job that lived up to the work environment Ethan and Grayson Dolan provided her with. The benefits. The pay grade.

Adele had one reason and one reason only: Her friend, Lorelei.

“Thanks again, really--i mean i know i probably wasn't the most experienced person you could have picked but i appreciate the opportunity.” lorelei pushed back the contact she’d signed with no hesitation, watching as Ethan smiled.

“Adele's word meant a lot more to me than anything on paper, so I guess you're welcome?” Ethan chuckled. “Anyway, so, you start tomorrow, we’ll go over everything on the DT laptop but there's a welcome to the team package on the kitchen bench for you, its go a few hoodies, candles, laptop--”

“Shit, wait” Lorelei covered her mouth as Ethan laughed, standing from his chair and opening the door, leading Lorelei down the hall towards the kitchen. “This is insane, why would you do that?”

“You think that's over the top? They brought me an apartment” Mando piped in from the lounge, playing with his camera. “Welcome to the team by the way! Im Mando.” he stood quickly, smiling bright as he shook Lorelei’s hands gently.

“Lorelei! But my friends call me Lori--”

“I like that, that's a dope name.” Ethan couldn't help but laugh at Mando.

“Anyway, this is all yours, take it home, if you need help setting the laptop up bring outback tomorrow and I'll run through it with you, Mando can always help too, so don't be afraid to ask. He’s had like 55 jobs so he's basically a genius”

“I know little about alot” He responded, sending Lorelei herself into a deep rooted laugh. Dropping her head with a soft smile as Ethan led her out the door to the drive, forever grateful to be given a second chance at life. Feeling dizzy as she struggled to place her Nasal cannula around her head. Twisting the little tank to reverse that hit she needed. Her head falling back against her seat as she closed her eyes and sat panicked in her car down the road.

“You’re good” Lorelei sighed as she started her car. “You’re good, You’re good, You’re good, You’re good.” remembering how not three months ago she couldn't do it on her own. Adele playing her cards close to her chest, said nothing, to noone.

“I'm gonna take care of you Lore, He’ll never hurt you again.” holding Lorelei's hand as she waited for an ambulance. “I'm so sorry i didn't see it'' Lorelei tried to speak, but her jaw wouldn't move. Busted and broken and bloodied and bruised to no end. She looked like roadkill. Half dead and left to die. Sitting in her car she opened her eyes. Wiping away tears as she calmed herself down from the near panic attack that had her feeling like she couldn't breathe. It was true though, she couldn't sometimes. Having just handed in her contract had her gasping for air as she walked down the driveway. Ethan was stoked Lorelei had turned out to be everything Adele had made her out to be already.

Now all he had to do now? was tell Grayson.

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A/N: this is a concept series. K. Love you.

#grayson dolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #my friend lorelei #g.dolan #grayson dolan series #little introduction

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starlocked01 · 4 years

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Beautiful Mistakes

AO3 @tsshipmonth2020

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Summary- Remy can't think before he has his coffee and that causes problems for him and his soulmate.

A/N- Slightly altered so that the marks disappear a few minutes after they’ve been received.

Day 9 Remile- Whatever you draw on your skin shows up on your soulmate

Emile could feel the slight itch on his cheek that indicated a message from his soulmate had appeared. He flushed with embarrassment but kept his composure. He quickly scrawled on his wrist.

Not now, Rem. I'm with a client.

He turned back to his patients with a smile and his wrist itched as Remy replied.

Oops

"Doc, you okay?"

"My apologies, my soulmate likes to send messages when he wakes up. Except he works… at night," Emile sighed, affectionately yet exasperated.

"Well the flags look cute, I guess as long as you're okay with your patients knowing..." Dot smiled and nodded encouragingly.

Emile paled, "he didn't…"

"I think he did," Larry replied.

Emile put a hand to his cheek, "it's a pride flag isn't it?"

"Oh don't worry, Doc! It's so cute! Larry, isn't it cute?"

"He's going to be rather upset with me. I can't check it, and he's not out at work yet… but enough about me, back to Dorry! Or if you prefer, Larrydot?? " Emile grinned despite the looks of confusion the couple were giving him. His cheek and wrist continued to itch but he insisted on staying focused on the session.

By the time Larry and Dot were leaving, the itching had crawled up his forearm. Remy must be rather upset.

He checked his watch. The next appointment was in 20 minutes. He could take 5 to read through the tirade and would still be able to review notes for the next couple. He rolled up his sleeve to see a block of text that grew more frantic the farther it got up his arm.

Babe check out the drawing!

I worked hard on that girl pls appreciate me

Em i have work in an hour

Look. At. Your. Cheek.

This isn't funny!

Okay it was supposed to be funny but i can't have a gay flag on my face at work they will kill me!!!!

Bitch

You don't love me im gonna die because you don't love me

No one is gonna believe me if i have to lie about this

Please????

>:[

Emile chuckled and wrote back quickly.

This is your fault for drawing on your cheek. You know I work and can't check messages right away.

He checked the time again and pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. He admired the little gay flag crossed with a pan flag. He took a quick selfie to preserve the drawing on his phone. It really was sweet, if unfortunately timed. Luckily, most of his clients would be fairly understanding. Remy's coworkers on the other hand would not.

The tirade on his arm had faded and been replaced with a new line from Remy.

Don't judge me I didn't have my coffee yet girl

Emile chuckled and pulled his sleeve back down, finding the file and notes he had for the next couple's session.

Remy sat in his car, obsessively checking the mirror until the flags on his cheek faded away. The last thing he needed was to get outed by a soul mark. He was usually late anyway because of the line at Starbucks, what harm would one more day do?

A lot of harm, apparently.

His boss was waiting by the loading dock, impatiently tapping his foot as Remy strolled up.

"'Sup? What are we-"

"Don't even bother clocking in. You don't do shit here and this is the fifth time you've been late this month. You're done."

Remy sputtered, "this is homophobic!"

His boss stared hard at him, eyes narrowing, "You're lazy and you're gay? You're FIRED!"

"Whatever! Your loss, you prick!" Remy turned and flipped the man off as he walked back to his car. He got in and locked the doors, taking some deep breaths. He considered writing to Emile, but decided this was probably an in-person topic.

He restarted the car and drove home, mentally preparing for a lot of explaining.

Emile was surprised to see Remy's car in the driveway when he got home and more than a little concerned. He parked and hurried inside. He found his soulmate sitting in the dark, sipping coffee, and scrolling instagram.

"Remy? Are you okay?"

"Got fired."

"Oh my stars! What happened?"

Remy gave an exasperated sigh, "he didn't like me being late. He also blamed me being gay so idk maybe there's a lawsuit there."

"Was it because of the flags? I tried to check as soon as possible…"

"No… I'm usually late anyway," Remy sank deeper into the couch and Emile moved to sit down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe it was time for a career change. You can find somewhere more accepting with less crazy hours."

"Maybe I'll become a stripper. They make good money right?" Remy mused, leaning into Emile’s side. The other man wrapped him in a one armed hug.

"While I am sure you'd be a natural, I'd be very concerned for your safety as a sex worker, dear. What about something you're passionate about?" Emile tried to be encouraging, numbers running through his head calculating exactly how long they could live off a single salary.

The outlook was not super promising.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll do some research tonight and fill out some applications. Promise," Remy gave Emile a smile that was skin deep, "what do you want for dinner? I'm starving."

After a week of Remy submitting applications and hearing nothing back, Emile was about ready to suggest the exotic dancer route himself. It wasn't that they were under financial stress (yet), moreso that Remy was a lot more rambunctious being cooped at home during the night. He kept waking Emile up too early and the loss of sleep was starting to affect his clients.

"Hey Doc? You're kinda unusually quiet today…"

Emile shook himself back to alertness, "sorry about that Elliott, where were we?"

"Um," they tapped their fingers together while thinking, "I think I was talking about how my soulmate never writes back. They check every message but I never get any from them. It doesn't… feel good."

"Remember what we've said before, Elliott, your worth isn't based on your soulmate. Whatever reason they choose not to write back, the fact of the matter is that you're still an amazing and powerful person in your own right."

Emile was interrupted by an itching on his wrist. Remy would usually still be asleep by now it was late enough in the morning.

He resisted the urge to check the mark as he spoke with Elliott and he could feel the itch crawling up his arm.

After the session, Emile quickly pulled up his sleeve, praying for good news.

I GOT IT!!!

Finally got an interview for tomorrow!!

<3 <3 <3

There were several more hearts and Emile allowed himself a small smile of relief. He doodled back a heart or two for Remy before returning his focus back to work.

They could celebrate when that interview turned into a position.

He greeted the next couple with a broader smile and a tad more exuberance, much to their dismay.

Remy was nervous. This job sounded too good to be true and they'd practically hired him on the spot. He wasn't about to let his soulmate down though.

He followed the man down the hall, sipping his tea for comfort.

"Honestly just don't let anyone eat anything inedible or hit each other and you'll do great," the man smiled, showing Remy into a room with a dozen kids and two other frazzled looking adults.

Piece of cake right?

Emile was in the middle of a session when he felt the itch on his cheek. He tried to smile through it, but then he felt more itches on his legs and arms and nose. His clients were too preoccupied actually talking through their issue with each other so Emile checked his arm to find a rainbow of scribbles that kept growing.

He put a hand to his face to cover his nose and cheek. What had Remy gotten himself into?

Pretty soon his clients were used to seeing Emile with colorful marks all over his face. He explained that his soulmate worked with kids and almost everyone nodded knowingly. He did ask that if they ever saw an inappropriate drawing they let him know so he could check it right away.

Some days he would draw little cartoons for the kids to fill in. They loved that and he always sent them little hearts back when they did a good job (they always did a good job).

And most importantly, Remy was having a great time with his job and got to be home at nights, so they saw each other a lot more often. They both enjoyed that.

#tsshipmonth2020 #Soulmate September 2020 #writing on skin #cussing #remile #remy sleep #emile picani #larry and dot #elliott #homophobia #soulmate au

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Blue bird anon: Hi, hon! I have this cute idea! Can I request Hawks x famous singer!reader? Hawks is hired to be bodyguard for the reader. He doesn't know that she has a songbird quirk, meaning she has a good singing voice and wings. Thank you~~

Hi blue bird anon ! Ofc you can. Enjoy love ! 💗

The paper flipped open to the Job Listings page and a heavy groan could be heard. The man reading the page picked up his coffee sipping it slowly while he read, he needed some extra cash, something to keep him busy and occupied when crime was low. It did not really matter what it was really, anything would do. Hsi eyes scanned the paper from top to bottom a few times, some things were circled with red markers while others had a X through them. He was about to give up when he saw the very last Ad. Bodyguard needed.

He tipped his cup up drinking and reading the ad.

Fly High Records looking for one bodyguard with experience in protecting people. Must be willing to go on tour and protect our singer from paparazzi. Please call if interested.

The cup was set on the table and red wings started to flutter around. He sighed with a smile. This could work

That afternoon he was at the interview in the big fancy Fly High Records building sitting in the waiting room admiring one of his feathers. This job seemed easy enough he figured, and he would get to travel around for free? Sounds good to him. A man walked into the room seeing the Hero and nearly dropped his clipboard.

“H-hawks?!”

“Hi !! i'd like a job please!!” beamed the happy hero.

“But but but what about being a pro hero?” The man was obviously confused about this whole situation.

“Ah well, all the UA kids are graduated and taking over all my hard jobs , i'd be lying if i said i wasn't bored”

“Oh well, thats true huh? They are doing a wonderful job”

Hawks got up, stretching out his feathers with a shake. “I agree, but I'm bored and I want to do something, I'm not retiring yet.”

The man hired Hawks on the spot. Filling him in with everything he needed to know about the job and you. You had a wing quirk like him and you were a singer , very famous all around the world it seemed, they kept close eye on you apparently. ‘Never let her out of your sight, dont let her go off on her own’. It was a little weird, he never wanted to believe idols had controlled lives. He could start right away which he happily did.

“So just down the hall and up the stairs is her floor, she should be down recording by now, we leave tomorrow for the Tour , its a 10 month all around Japan.”

“Okay! Sounds fun” Hawks waved leaving the room to go up to where you were, he waved to all the shocked people he passed without a care in the world.

Hawks knocked lightly on your door to hear a ‘comeeee innn’ coming from the other side. Your room had a large bed, fuzzy carpet with pink feathers everywhere, sky high windows overlooking the city and records lined up on the walls. Hawks closed the door behind him going in taking in the room , someone with a quirk similar to his it looked like, but where were you ? Hawks walked around the room admiring all the knickknacks you had on your desks while he searched for you. Hm… were you really in here?

A pink feather brushed against his nose and he caught it with a smile. “How pretty, where's the rest of you hm?”

“Mmmmmm...mmm”

He turned to see a pile of blankets next to the bed and heard humming from it. Hawks went over kneeling down to move a blue pillow revealing you to him finally. You were cute and had pink hair that matched your feathers.

“Hello miss Y/n, or should i say Pink Dove? My name is Keigo , but you can call me Hawks, im your new bodyguard”

You stretched whimpering, sad to be woken up from your slumber in such a way. “ i thought it was lunch,, “ you hummed out , crawling out of your nest whistling to call your feathers to you while you sat on your knees stretching again.

“Hungry? And I didn't mess up your nest, did i?”

Your wings fluttered around before settling down behind you. “ no no, my nest is fine. I am hungry, i was hoping it was Kashi bringing me my lunch, oh and its nice to meet you Hawks, i admire your hero work.” you sat criss cross looking out the window, you seemed to be longing, upset.

Hawks could see this and held out his hand to you. “Want to go get lunch?” he asked you.

You chuckled at his question and his hand. “ so they did not tell you i cant leave the building huh? “

“Well they did but i thought he was kidding if im honest.” Hawks retracted his hand to sit with you, taking in a deep breath. “Thats gotta be rough…”

“It is. They should be by soon though.”

“Yep..”

Quiet.

Hawks watched you stare outside, like a bird trapped in a cage , not allowed to leave. He scratched his head and leaned back on his hands. “Wanna leave anyway?” he asked.

You turned to him, you were holding one of his feathers running your fingers through it enjoying the feel. You would be safe, this was a pro hero after all. But you were not worried about that, management scared you, but.. Hawks was your bodyguard now.

“You'll protect me? From my manager when he finds out?”

“Dove ive gone up countless villains.” he got up extending his hand to you again. “Trust me, he does not scare me in the slightest.”

You took his hand getting up , your wings shaking with eagerness making a mess again.

Hawks circled this building alot on his patrols and found a way out for you , every building needed a fire escape, no matter how ugly it looked on the building. You took off with this man seeing the city for what it really was. Pretty, breathtaking, you loved it. It had been forever since you were allowed to free fly like this. Management ordered you to walk everywhere, save the flying for the show they told you, dont ruin the wings. All you wanted to do was fly high enough to touch a cloud every now and then. But you were always stuck on the ground in your cage

Hawks brought you to his favorite eatery around the back to avoid curious eyes. He ordered you a cheeseburger and fries with a shake. It had been a long while since you had fast food…

“Thank you , Hawks”

“Not a problem, we can eat at my favorite spot” he took your hand flying back up in the air to a nearby building landing on its roof.

“My favorite spot,” he sat on the edge with his legs hanging off the edge. “I can see everything from up here.”

You sat down next to him offering him some of your shake. “Thank you. This is amazing. Truly. I want to thank you”

“Not needed, helping you get outside is enough for me” he took a sip of your shake and you got pouty with him flying in front of him.

“Then just listen, then.” you told him flying back a bit.

It was beautiful, that voice, it was a songbird quirk. He smiled up at you setting the shake down to admire you. Two quirks huh? Interesting. It was music to his ears. Hawks felt a wave of passion rush over him from your voice. You could also produce pink notes that danced around your body it looked like.

You did not deserve to be caged up like this, you were not just a way to make money. Maybe he should retire as a pro hero and work full time getting you your life back.

#FeathersFic #hawk x reader #hawks #keigo takami #blue bird anon

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mousemilf · 3 years

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HELLO the new job said they did monthly schedules and i could have regular days off which then turned into me being able to have consecutive days off which then turned into consecutive days off once a month maybe. which i like had specifically talked 2 them abt citing that my parents live in tulsa and id like to see them sometimes but oh well whatever. anyway come to find out we dont actually have monthly schedules we have weekly schedules and they usually come out literally the night before which i thought had just been bcs i was just hired but apparently its like that all the time. theyre like fuck your family. anyway this pisses me off so much and idk why they would lie to me at the beginning but im tempted to just quit asap. im really glad i was already applying for other jobs. but like also how can i even schedule an interview when i dont know what my schedule will be ever. literally found out tonight whether im working tomorrow. like thats so inhumane. and it would be one thing if the shifts were like morning or evening but theyre right in the middle of the day 11-7 so its really not feasible to do much or make plans before or after. it makes me want to scream break things and throw up.

#ic

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kateis-cakeis · 4 years

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Love Victor Timeline

Love Victor is a great show.... with a great timeline... that makes sense.... In a way that it does not make any sense. @joenicky and I were talking and we realised, actually, the timeline is like a thousand times confusing.

So, here goes. Timeline fuckery under the cut

So, first of all, the only real proof of time passing by a large amount is when Mia scrolls through her pictures at the end of episode 6. [video here]

So, we know Victor arrived in December because of these pictures with Mia. Presumably after Christmas because there’s no mention of it from anyone (and the Winter Carnival being after Christmas would fit with when the carnival is in Love Simon)

Episode one starts on a Wednesday because we see Victor’s lockscreen when Simon texts him at the end of his first day and it says Thursday. And when he first arrives, Felix says he’ll pick him up tomorrow. So therefore, Wednesday.

Except, except, if he did arrive in December and it was after Christmas (which me must assume because no one mentions it and surely if he’d had his first date or whatever with Mia, he would have gotten her a present???), but still in December, then he would have arrived in Atlanta on Christmas and then... wouldn’t everyone have been on break? Like school wouldn’t be open?

So, the next thing you’d think, well he might have arrived the week before. On the 18th. But you see, you see, he arrived just to go on break, yeah I can get with that, I can... But then Victor gets the job on the 20th. And Battle of the Bands is on the 11th of January.

And is on a Saturday, and from Benji’s words when they’re at work the night before, on a Friday, “You caught on fast”, suggests that this is Victor’s first shift.

I just can’t believe after being hired on the 20th of December that he’d have his first day on the 10th of January, three weeks later. But it’s the only way it fits!!

But then we have to circle back to the pictures. The ones above were taken in December in a way that suggests this was after their first date and after their first kiss. Unless they hung out over the break and just casually kissed each other on the cheek like that randomly???

But from the way he talks to Benji as they close up, it sounds like the date is the first time they are hanging out after the Ferris Wheel, from Victor’s tone. And Benji calls her his Ferris Wheel boo which again suggests that the Ferris Wheel was like nothing more than a week ago and still in everyone’s minds.

But let’s slide that away for now because there are seven more episodes to talk about. Beginning with episode 4. Now this episode feels like it takes place either the day after Battle of the Bands or like on the Monday because Simon is like “Benji has a boyfriend :O” but uh... hahaahahahahahahah

Instead, it takes place on a SATURDAY! Which means between the end of ep3, and the beginning of ep4, a week has passed! How long does it take for Simon to reply??? wtffff ;jrfhgqalhjadghj

Now, now that would be bad enough but I just found something that has broken me for the last fifteen minutes. This:

At the beginning of episode 3 we see this lovely calendar in Victor’s room. We already know in this episode that it’s January so a win for consistency but uh... that calendar starts on a Friday for the 1st it looks like... January 2020, the 1st was on a Wednesday. But January 2021? It’s on a Friday.

But we know it’s 2020 from Mia’s phone. So which one is correct? I would say 2020 since Battle of the Bands is on the 11th on a Saturday which is the 2020 date....

So we’re in 2020 but god knows what the date is ahahahahaah

So we’ve established that episode 4 starts on a Saturday and ends on a Friday with the game. That one makes sense. We have no dates for it but it makes sense. We have days... It’s fine

EPISODE 5, it takes place on a Saturday. That’s all we know. Is it January? Is it February yet? I don’t know. Do you know? Please tell me you know.....

Sure we get to know Benji’s birthday but if ya wanna know Victor’s? The main character? Rippppp to youuuu

Episode 6... good old ep6. It takes place at some point in the week, then we’re at Friday... again. Always a Friday or Saturday with this show.

(And also side note, if it is still January by like episode 5, i want to know how Victor got those 500 dollars so quickly to be on the team)

Anyway, one thing episode 6 does tell us is that by this point, we! are! in! February! Whooooo!!!! Yayy! New month!!

At the very least we can be sure that episode 6 takes place in February. Is it early, mid, late? Well considering ep7 is the next weekend, and ep8 is the weekend after, and ep9 and 10 take place in the following week after that, then I’d say it’s mid, because those three weeks then take us into early March, hence Spring Fling.

Now, you may be wondering, episode 7 is the following week? Why yes! It is! Because it starts with Victor in school, apologising to Mia for last night. Now, poor kid must have gotten hit badly in the head over the weekend because last night would have been a Friday which either means Creekwood forces its students to come in on a Saturday for regular school, orrrr it’s another plot hole.

Getting real sick of these holes everywhere, im gonna break my leg falling into one

So then it skips to Saturday and fun times in Willacoochee happen, and then we get a Sunday. And thennnn

It’s ep8 and Friday... again. But soon enough it’s Saturday which is nice. We love seeing like two days of the week in this show.

And then Victor comes home and he’s at school in ep9? But it seems like he just got back so it’s Monday??? Because Isabel says she didn’t hear him come in last night, which must have been Sunday night.

So it’s Monday... supposedly... And the signs for the dance at school say “this weekend” so it’s like the start of the week... right? And this all takes place in one day because Victor and Mia hang out after school that night.

Andddd the dance must be on the Friday because they are at school at the start of ep10 and the signs now say tonight. So the dance is on Friday.

But also... Victor writes the note in ep9. And Pilar finds it. And then what...? Victor waits like four days to slide it into Benji’s locker? Like wtf Victor??? But episode 9 has to take place earlier in the week because he just! got! back! the! night! before!

And I doubt he missed school because then only questions would have been raised.

So! ep9 is at the beginning of the week. And Victor waits four days to slip the letter to Benji into his locker for.... some reason???

And then the dance happens and it’s a Friday and it might be March but who knows if it is March but it is Spring so it might be March.

And that’s everything... that’s the timeline.

It’s half midnight for me... and im not tired, im hyped up on timeline bull and im lost and someone please make it make sense for my brain please. Thank you for reading, I hope you gleamed something from this

because i for one am more confused....

#love victor #victor salazar #love victor timeline

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thethousandyearwitch · 4 years

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“Thankless Job”. 2589 Words, HisokaxIllumi Illumi has to work at a Burger Joint and realizes that Customer Service isnt for him. A Shitpost gone wrong, dont expect perfect english, dont expect perfect plot. kthxbye

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"You need to get a job." Those words have been ringing in Illumis ears for the past week. The way which his father had said it, so matter-of-factly, and the way his mother started wailing almost immediately, talking about "new experiences" "learning normal skills" "honest money". Illumi did not understand how the money he'd get from missions was "dishonest" money, but he also knew better than to disagree with his parents. And so he could do nothing but watch and write applications, while his brothers got assigned mission after mission. He wasn't surprised that a TOPBURGA♪ accepted his application and hired him after a short interview. The place does not exactly scream professionalism and high-class, with it's grease stained walls, the lingering small of something burning in the air, and the sound of screaming children. The sensory input was almost too overwhelming for the eldest Zoldyck son, but he knew that his pool of jobs to choose from wasn't that deep.

And so he stared at himself in the mirror while buttoning up the last button on his brightly orange shirt. The work uniform was atrocious. The shirt was too tight around the shoulders, but too wide around the waist, and was tucked into pants that didn't even reach his ankles. Gently he pulled his ponytail through the back-end of a white cap, fashioning the talking-burger logo of the chain. A last look into the mirror, going over his form, examining the working-class stranger looking back at him. That could not be him, he thought, resting his eyes on the reflection of the name tag "Iluhmi". 8:30 am. His shift starts.

The first 2 hours had been going surprisingly smoothly. Working as a cashier wasn't difficult to Illumi, he could take comfort in such a repeated, calculated task, blocking out most of everything that was going on around him, including his managers mumbling about 'customer service face'. He got the job done, and he got it done well. Mentally he was preparing for his lunch break already, wanting to breathe fresh air, leaving all the noise behind for glorious 30 minutes of silence. But suddenly Illumi felt something greatly disturbing this make believe peace he has already been looking forward to. A familiar aura, so piercing, so overwhelming, a weaker soul would be inclined to activate a fight or flight instinct that had been driven out of any and all of the Zoldyck children. There was only fight. And yet Illumi wanted to leave, not to flee, but simply to hide, to not be seen. Not like this, not by him. The doors of the small Burger joint swung open, and in came the familiar magician, brandishing is trademark grin, so perverse that Illumi felt it would be justified to call security. But he didn't, instead opting to look blankly ahead, hoping, praying that Hisoka has stumbled into this restaurant by accident, and would leave any second. Hope is for Fools and Prayer never works. Illumi was face to face with the pink-haired intruder now. "My, oh my, what a surprise to see you here, dear Illumi " It is against company policies to assault a customer. "That Uniform looks quite... Dashing on you, might I add." It is against company policies to insult a customer.

"Welcome to TOPBURGA, may I have your order please?" Maybe acting cold and rejecting would work, pretending not to even know this person (by stretch of definition). "Oh, I don't think that's a sufficient greeting for a PAYING CUSTOMER, do you? " It would not work. Illumi could tell by Hisokas widening grin and narrowing eyes that he was prepared to make a scene. Illumi cleared his throat, before digging his nails into the off-color counter in front of him, forcing himself to smile, looking Hisoka directly in the eyes. He had never wanted to murder this man this badly ever before. "Welcome to TOPBURGA♪! May I take your order, please~?" Hisoka clapped his hands together, looking pleased as ever. "Now that's the spirit! Feels wonderful to work with a smile on your face, right?" Illumi felt a piece of a soul that he think he didn't have die. Reverting back to a blank stare, Illumi coldly put in Hisokas order into the cash register, trying to block out Hisokas low purrs of "um"s and "ah"s while he was deciding on his meal. "That'll be 6.99Jennie Please."

As Illumi held out his hand to receive the cash (which was definitely not enough to compensate for what he was emotionally going through), Hisoka gently placed his hand on top of the cashiers, slowly running his nails over Illumis open palm after dropping the coins. The sensation ran shivers down Illumis spine, but surprisingly he didn't dislike it. Faintly he wondered how it would feel to have these nails run up the nape of his neck, or gently massaging his scalp. Of course Illumi would never let anyone touch his hair, much less Hisoka, who would probably get way too much joy out of it.

Quickly banning these thoughts out if his head , he handed Hisoka his order number. "Your order will be ready in a moment." Illumi wondered if he could pass a note to the cook and ask him to burn an order on purpose, as Hisoka finally took a couple steps back to lean against a wall and wait. Conveniently the business started to fill with customers, keeping Illumi busy and his mind occupied, ignoring the magicians piercing stare on him. Even as a coworker finally handed him his order, he found a table in perfect view of the counter, slowly eating fry by fry while watching Illumi work. Does he not have anything better to do? Is there no one else he can harass? Of course he's just looking, but anyone who has ever met Hisokas gaze knows that that basically counts as assault. Why does it bother me so much, anyway? Illumis thoughts were echoing in his head. Hisoka took up too much space in his mind, distractingly much. "You're being watched." The soft voice pulled him out of the echo chamber of his mind.

"Pardon?" Illumis eyes focused back on the customer in front of him, trying to process the figure in a soaked black rain coat, hood pulled over their head. The rain had started a couple minutes earlier, and as everyone who had sought shelter in the burger joint had been served, or was simply there to wait our the weather, this lone figure was the last in line. "A customer has been watching you for the past 30 minutes, he sits in the second row to the right." "Oh, him. I've been aware-" Illumis explanation cut short as the figure pulls off the soaked hood of their coat, revealing yet another familiar face. "Chrollo." "Oh, Illumi? I didn't even recognize you in that.." Chrollos eyes quickly darted over Illumis form, before letting out a small chuckle "..lovely attire." "Thank you, I've already been made aware that I look 'dashing', according to my pursuer." Chrollo leaned on the counter, and though Illumi felt proportionally more uncomfortable with the increasing number of familiar faces in this place, he did find comfort in being able to talk comparatively normal to someone for the first time today. "So, is the Zoldyck family planing to become a chain restaurant empire now?"

"Very funny." It was not very funny. "I'd prefer it if you leave this establishment. If Hisoka recognizes who you are, I feel like there is not a job for me to come back to tomorrow." Chrollo chuckled, before holding up an apologetic hand. "Understood, I will just have a water and be on my way. Though.." He quickly glanced over his shoulder "..I feel like he's already preparing to fight me just for talking to you like this. His determination in staring me down is admirable." Illumi glanced at the clock, and sighed in relief, before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "My break has started. That'll be 1.20Jennie." Without another word, Chrollo placed the money on the counter, took his water, and waved Illumi goodbye. The hard working man at the counter was about to turn and leave for his well deserved break, when something was amiss. He froze mid-turn, glanced back at the interior of the restaurant. He's gone, he thought.

Did he see Chrollo after all? The image of Hisoka confronting Chrollo outside came to mind, but was quickly pushed aside. It was time for Illumis break, and whatever happens outside the restaurant is none of his business. Instead he grabbed his water bottle, and excused himself through the backdoor. The rain had stopped, and the sun was pushing through the thin of the clouds. The back of the restaurant was facing a small park, and a wooden bench had been set up for employees to take a break on. Illumi sat down, grateful that the bench itself had been sheltered under the roof of the building, and took off his uniform cap. A small sigh escaped him, staring away into the distance. What has my Life come to? Is this how its going to be for ever? How did Hisoka get his nails so sharp, and why does he always look at me? Is this an informal way of telling me im out of the family business? Did my fa- Wait. He caught himself mid thought. That magician had done it again, sneaking his way into the back of Illumis mind, like a maggot eating through wood. He could never, ever give him the satisfaction of knowing he had those capabilities. Illumi could practically already hear the self-satisfied purr of the other mans voice. "Whats got you thinking so hard, dear?~" The reality of that voice made Illumis head shoot up, facing the other man who was leaning casually against the wall next to him.

"None of your business." Plenty of his business. Too much of his business, actually. His smug face and awful grin and piercing gaze. "You know, I do like your hair in a ponytail like this, it frames your neck perfectly~" Hisoka reaches out towards Illumis face, but his hand is quickly swatted away, giving a fake pout at this. "Why does the eldest of the Zoldyck children degrade himself to such lowly work anyway?~"

Illumi stood up, determined to leave. He wanted peace, quiet, a clear mind, all things mutually exclusive with the presence of Hisoka. "My dear Illumi, if you really needed money that badly, you could have always come to your good friend for help~" Illumi felt his muscles twitch. He wasn't sure what to address first, that he doesn't need money that badly, or that him and Hisoka are the furthest thing from friends. "I wouldn't mind playing your boss for a while~" The magician was directly behind him, he could feel his aura lingering all over his back. Hisokas low voice purred softly behind Illumis ear "I promise you'd get your own uniform, too~" A hand was suddenly resting on the nape of Illumis neck, and index finger massaging through the small hairs that slipped out of his ponytail. For a fraction of a second, he could feel his blood come to a freezing point, forcing him to inhale sharply.

The thought of working for Hisoka was ridiculous and repulsing. Working with him was already often a strain on Illumis sanity. And now just being in his presence , so close he could swear he could hear the others heartbeat (though it was probably only his own ringing in his ear), it upset something deep inside him. The fraction of a second passes, and his blood shot up to a boil. Illumi turned around, a hand immediately pushing Hisoka back against a wall. "I have no qualms about killing you right where you stand." "I'd let you, if it would calm your nerves~" It was no surprise that the magicians grin had only gotten wider after impact with the wall, and seeing Illumis rage burn through him. Illumis hand was pushing against Hisokas throat, though one of Hisokas hands was just holding lazily onto the others wrist, making no attempt to escape his grip.

Illumi could feel Hisokas pulse through his grip, calm despite the circumstances, which only irritated him more. Neither of them break eye contact, while Illumis thoughts run deafening through his head. The past week had been more stressful than any mission could have ever been. This shift in his routine, in what is normal for him just being torn away, proved to be far more damaging than expected. Hisoka was right, his nerves needed to be calmed. His fingers twitched around Hisokas windpipe, who was still meeting Illumis gaze unblinkingly, licking his lips in anticipation. "You are a vile person. I'm sure you'd get off on it if I were to actually kill you right here." Illumis face inched close to Hisokas, not letting go off the grip around his neck. What am I doing it echoed. "We'll never find out if you don't try~" Hisokas hot breath fell on Illumis lips. Too close. Stop. His head was pulsing, and he just wanted to muffle all of his thoughts. Calm my nerves. Their Lips met, softer than expected, and suddenly Illumi felt like all of his muscles relaxed for the first time in his life. He's just helping me calm my nerves.

Hisokas free hand rested on Illumis hip, in turn Illumi released the grip around his neck, and instead wrapped his arms around the others shoulders, pulling him closer to himself. Hisokas tongue licks along the others lips, and reflex-like he opens them. Tasting him like this made Illumis head spin once again, so sickly sweet, as if he was made out of candy. One of his hands starts holding onto Hisokas hair, not pulling, but curling soft strands around his fingers, a gesture almost too soft, too kind for someone like him. In response Hisokas grip around his hips tightened. A new kind of tension tightened in Illumis chest, coiling around his throat, forcing him to finally pull away, catching his breath. He could feel all of the blood that had rushed to his head, feeling the heat flush his cheeks. Quickly he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, straightening his back. "This did not happen." "Of course not, love~" Hisoka chuckles, stepping away from the wall he had been pinned to, stretching his arms and shoulders as if he had been chained up for hours. "Don't do that. I'm not your 'love', you're a glorified stranger to me." "Oh, Illumi, you hurt me so deeply!" Another fake pout, though his eyes were sparking with scheming intent. "Guess I have to ask someone else to join me on a mission in Yorknew then~!" "Excuse me?" "Well, my dear Illumi, theres a ball in Yorknew, and some very interesting people will be there. And by pure coincidence, I have a +1. Though I can't just take any stranger with me~" Hisokas grin was all telling, the bait was all for Illumi to take. The luxury of a Ball in Yorknew, with the danger of Hisoka being present and most likely still itching to "calm some nerves"...And the escape from this thankless job. Illumi undoes his ponytail, and starts unbuttoning the badly-fitting uniform. "When will we depart, associate?" Hisoka started beaming, overjoyed at having broken down one of Illumis walls. "I'll pick you up tonight, love~"

#hisoka marrow #illumi zoldyck #hunter x hunter #fanfiction #hisoillu

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how do you want to spend new years eve?

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“I can’t do this anymore,”

Words that Harry told you when last year’s New Year’s Eve. Harry didn’t know why he was saying those words, perhaps it was because he wanted to take the young model to bed instead of you. Harry watched you crumble that night, asking what happened, asking if it was your fault. It wasn’t any. In fact, things were going great--so great between the two of you. Perhaps the reason why Harry broke up with you was because for him, distance was the antidote to the love he was feeling. Perhaps he was scared because all of his past relationships never seemed to work out, a sick part of him wanted you not to work out. Heartbreak brings a new writing material, anyway. He felt it at first, how in love he was suddenly being when you combed the stores in London to find his favourite bath gel. It was the little things that you noticed and the little things that Harry’s beating himself up for now.

The year was so great for Harry, releasing his new album and all that. He just had two successful live shows in Los Angeles and in London. People celebrated him wherever he went and he had this rockstar status that you once used to love but he’d just rather be at home with you. He’d rather spend the night with you instead of getting wasted during the afterparties, trying his best to forget the greatest mistake he’s ever done. It was annoyingly painful, how he saw your face in crowds, he knows you weren’t there but he was hoping. One time, strolling in his hometown, Holmes Chapel, he thought he saw you. He ran after you, grasping the arms of the girl in front of him. It wasn’t you--she just looked like you. Seven billion faces in the world and yours was the only face he memorised perfectly. He memorised how you scrunch your nose, how you’d raise your eyebrows, the curve of your lips, the shape of your tongue, and the softness of your eyes.

It wasn’t purposefully, how he never saw if you were off having the best life you could. He was just bored and decided to go on Instagram. He was scrolling through the photos of his friends, even liking some of them when he stumbled upon a picture of you, wearing a shirt he gave you, whilst looking another man in adoration. He bit his lip, making himself believe that that was not his shirt and even if it was, you weren’t looking at another boy--you were looking at him. He lightly tapped on the photo, seeing as you tagged the prick that was in it. He chuckled, it was Leon Harris, a friend of yours that he always found annoying. How come he never recognised him? He saw how this Leon guy was looking at you while you were both dating. He frowned. How long have you been with this Harris prick? It was jealousy bubbling in the pit of his stomach but at the same time, it was the need to see more of you. He wanted to see how Leon Harris viewed you. Does he see you the way Harry does? Does he kiss you like Harry does? Does he hold you like Harry does? Was he a better man than Harry?

He sighed, scrolling through Leon’s photos. He’s a douchebag. Surely, my angel could do better than this. Harry was irked and irritated. Leon never posted photos of you--he only posted photos of football, gaming consoles, going out with the boys, and unnecessary flexing of his father’s money. Harry was annoyed. He felt his skin prickling with the thought of you being touched by Leon in ways he shouldn’t. That night, he drowned himself in putrid brown liquid. To think, he had all the money he could ever want in the world but still settled for convenience store-grade whiskey. Tomorrow would be a better day.

“Fuck,” he said once he woke up. He remembered the night before, him downing the bottle of whatever shit was in the glass bottle. His head was pounding and he knew that if you were here right now, you would take care of him. He always looked for you, even though he was the one who broke your heart. New Years Eve was coming around and people were already asking him to make an appearance in some parties. He wanted to, he really did but the risk of bumping into you in some of the parties were high. He wasn’t ready to see the face of the woman that haunted him every night for the past year. He lazily walked towards his en-suite, one of the many rooms that smelled like you. He made sure to buy the exact perfume you always wore and spray it around the house. Harry knew that it was unhealthy, holding onto every piece of you when he was the one who decided to end things. He was annoyed at himself and wanted nothing more than to call you but it will only stay like that, a wish. He couldn’t bring himself to do it and to call you because he knew you were hurting. Perhaps you weren’t hurting now, seeing as you were with Leon but maybe you’re still stuck on him, seeing as you were wearing his shirt and a chain around your neck with his heavy ‘H’ ring hanging. Who else was ‘H’ in your life? He couldn’t remember any. As he was taking a shower, he was confused. Was that photograph a sign to call you? Or was it you slapping him in the face because you would never come back to him?

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Harry decided to drop by Nick’s NYE party. He never got to see his old friend around and wanted nothing more than to confide in his friend. Nick was your friend too but he always belonged to Harry. He was Harry’s friend first, after all. He might see you there but at least, liquid courage would flow freely into his bloodstream, giving him all the confidence that he needs in order for him to talk to you again.

When Nick learned that Harry was coming to his party, he was ecstatic. It’s been awhile since he last saw Harry and he really missed him. After the break-up, he knew immediately that Harry was broken and in the seams--so were you. Nick invited you to his party, too and you weren’t sure if it was an act of kindness or generosity. Perhaps he was pitying you because all of you and Harry’s mutual friends left you after the break-up, a confirmation that they never really liked you. They only liked to be closer to Harry for his money, fame, and influence. Who wouldn’t want to be near the Harry Styles after all? Still, you knew Nick wasn’t like that. He genuinely liked you after Harry formally introduced the both of you to each other. You were practically joined by the hip whenever Harry was touring and it was nice--it was just you who decided to distance yourself from the friendship when you and Harry broke up, avoiding everything that was related to him.

You had just woken up when Leon knocked at your door. Through your break-up, Leon was there to console you. You tried dating each other but it just didn’t work out--Leon was not Harry and you were not a boy. So instead, you hired Leon to be your assistant, seeing as he was unemployed and was also your friend.

“Y/N if you don’t wake up the fucking door I will break this down!” Leon called from outside. Groggily, you made your way to the door of your London penthouse. You opened the door to reveal Leon, in what he would call an outfit that was out of his comfort zone. You understood, though, seeing as Leon was still inside the closet. The only people who knew he was gay was you and his sprinkling of boyfriends who also happened to be inside the closet. You understood, though. Leon’s family was strict when it comes to homosexuality so he had to act as a straight black boy--always going to the gym, making his Instagram as douche-y as possible, and so one. You felt for him, always asking him if you could do something for him. He would always say no telling you how much your friendship and the job you gave him was enough.

“What do you want?” you asked as you walked to your couch to continue your sleep.

“Remember? Nick Grimshaw is coming in today for a fitting,” Leon reminded. You sighed. You were a designer based in London but because of Harry, you had more artists come at you for designs. That was how you and Harry met, you being introduced by Harry L, his stylist, before his world tour for a couple of suits. He then came to you a few months after, asking for some pieces for his magazine covers and you agreed. Your heart ached at the memory of you and Harry playing with new pieces you came up with. Harry always loved your designs.

“Oh, yeah. Where was it again?” you asked, disoriented because you’d see Nick Grimshaw again. You’d be reminded of Harry again. It wasn’t as if you weren’t reminded of him all the time, though. The burning sensation of his gold ‘H’ ring hanging from your chest every time. It became your source of comfort and it was pathetic how you still held onto it for so long--it’s been almost a year. “It’s here, yeah?” you asked, to which Leon nodded. You nodded as well, limping towards your bathroom to be ready for the day.

“I’ll make coffee!” Leon shouted as you trudged to the comforts of your hot shower.

It was a few hours later when your doorbell rang. Nick’s custom silk pants and denim jacket was laying on your couch, ready to be worn by the celebrity. If it fit him, you’d be focusing on the apliques and the details that he wanted to have--they were quite easy actually. He just wanted to have his name in sparkling red embroidery, almost looking like something inspired from Gucci (Harry’s favourite, your heart hurt) but entirely different at the same time. Leon opened the door as you shuffled back and forth to make sure everything was dandy. “Y/n! Oh, how I missed you so much!” Nick greeted as soon as he saw you flip through the crystals that you would embed on the lining of his pants. You smiled and gave him a hug, to which he returned. He looked at Leon and greeted him as well. Leon only replied with a “hey, man” and if it weren’t for Nick not knowing that Leon was gay (they kissed many months ago), he would think that Leon was your boyfriend. “How are you, Nick?” you asked. “Really doing well but better because you’re coming to my party!” he answered. You frowned in confusion. “I’m not going,” you told him. “Harry would be there and I don’t really wanna see him.” “But Y/N…” he trailed. “It’s been so long since we last hung together! If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were avoiding me,” he pouted. Leon decided to exclude himself from the conversation going straight to the kitchen to get some refreshments for your guest. “Nick--” “Just come on to the party and all will be forgiven,” he cheekily grinned. In reality, he was never really mad at you. He understood why you decided to distance yourself from him but he still likes you as a person and wanted to be your friend. You sighed, nodding to his request. He squealed. “Now, where is it? I wanna fit through my special outfit now,” he said. You motioned him to the pieces lying on the couch. “So you wanted to have something hip and vintage, right? Well, here’s a pair of black silk pants. They would be embedded with diamond Swarovskis on the side. Then,” you trailed looking for the surprise that you wanted to give him. “Ah, here’s a special just for you. I worked on it by myself,” you said, showing Grimmy a large hand-made sewn on patch of his caricature. You also showed him ‘GRIMMY’ in a font quite similar to BBCRadio1 in sparkling red thread.

“Wow--I am floored! These are so good!” he exclaimed, carefully taking the patches from you. He observed them, amazed by how far you went onto the detailing of his face to his favourite shade of red.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “It’s nothing. You’re my friend and I wanted to make your day extra special,” you muttered. “I’ll have them sewn on before the event ASAP so you could get it tomorrow or the next if the blank pieces already fit you or the 30th if there are still alterations to be made,” Nick stood up immediately, trying on the pieces over his current clothes and declared that they were the perfect fit. You smiled at him, appreciating how much he appreciated your work.

“I’m really glad to be your friend, y/n. I know Harry will be there and I know what he did but if you ever need me for anything, just call an old man like me, even if it’s just for a laugh,” he said. “The pants and jacket are a perfect fit, by the way.”

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It was the day of the gruelling New Years Eve party hosted by Harry’s friend--Nick Grimshaw. He wasn’t quite sure if you were coming but just in case, he wore the other half of his iconic ‘H’ ring--the gold Gucci ‘S’ ring on his pinky, the ring you gave him on his ring finger, as if telling you that he was still yours to take, and a couple of rings he bought from all around the world. He also wore a custom polo shirt from you, one that you collaborated on with his mum for his birthday. No designer brand could top off the beauty that he was wearing. He was hoping that maybe, just maybe, after you see him tonight, you’d come back to him.

He sighed, anxious to see you—or not. From what he could recall, you distanced yourself from Grimmy. Maybe you rejected his invite, maybe not. Who knows what you were doing anymore? Why should he care? You were with Leon Harris. In his mind, the worst rebound you could ever get. You knew he hated Leon, that prick was a good for nothing douchebag. Harry went over to his collection of liquor, pouring himself a shot of vodka. Who was he to judge your tastes? It was him who broke things off, leaving you with nothing and no one. He knew that your mutual friends sided with him and left you. He groaned as he downed the shot, annoyed at himself. He misses you and he doesn’t know how to take you back.

“Leon, stop!” you groaned as he laid down your revealing party dresses. You were opting for a pair of floral pants and black shirt. Leon, however, disagreed with your choice.

“What? You should show him what he’s missing,” he shrugged.

“There’s nothing to show,” you muttered, taking a red dress off the bed to shut Leon up. You changed, not really minding if Leon was there, seeing as he wouldn’t even think about you that way.

“Look, I know you’ve been wallowing in your sadness since he ended things but it’s been a year, y/n. You should let things go,” your friend sighed as soon as he zipped you up. You sat on your vanity chair and took your curling iron.

“It’s not that easy,” you sighed as your curled the first strand of your hair. You spent the afternoon like that, fixing up your hair and putting on your makeup. Leon sighed, he knew that you were clearly affected by seeing your ex again. Leon was happy though, you maynit see it but you were clearly stressing about what version of you you would present to Harry. Leon was positive that this would end up in some make-up sex but who knows?

Harry arrived at the party earlier than you did. Knowing you, it probably took you hours to get ready for Leon. You loved doing that and you used to dress up for him. Sure, you were a secure woman but you still loved to make sure that your man’s eyes was on you and you only. Still, from a far, he would stare at you, the way he did when you were still together. He immediately made it a mission to look for Grimmy. He was porbably out there, entertaining guests but Harry wasn’t really in the mood to socialize. He was just here to get drunk and see you—if you were even coming.

“There he is!” Nick exclaimed as he saw Harry walk towards him. Nick’s friends looked at the poostar.

“Hey, Nick. Thanks for the invite,” Harry smiled. Nick saw that Harry was clearly uneasy.

“Love the polo shirt but you’d probably want to look like you actually want to be here,” Nick said. “Y/N’s attending the party,”

“Could’ve told me that before I wore this shit,” Harry grumbled. He took a flute of champagne to one of the bartenders walking around and downed it immediately. Nick looked at him incredulously. “If I have to see her, I have to see her while I’m drunk,”

Nick sighed but still guided Harry to the special booth for Nick’s closest friends.

You stumbled in, a little tipsy in the bar to look for Nicky. Nick when you’re sober, Nicky when you consumed alcohol. You were with Leon who was holding your hand, just in case someone bumped in on you and you tripped. Leon sighed, obviously being sober in this situation. He was sure that Harry was here, seeing as there were shitty headlines such as HARRY STYLES WEAR Y/N Y/L/N’S COUTURE IN NICK GRIMES ANNUAL NYE PARTY.

Leon saw it though. He was wearing the special polo shirt you and his mother designed. He knew the intricacies of the polo shirt because on your first and last attempt to date, you rambled about Harry. You told him that instead of the signature tag of the customers with Mademoiselle or Monsieur as prefix, you opted to embroider my love, Harry--a one of a kind polo shirt. Leon has seen him wear the said shirts in Harry’s appearances, even getting the nickname ‘Harry’s special’ by many of his fans.

“Y/N!” Nick exclaimed as he saw you and Leon. You looked at him and immediately sobered up, seeing as Harry was latched onto his shoulder. You looked at Harry, suddenly aware of his presence and your self. He was looking at Leon with jealousy and you knew it, Harry never liked Leon and you walk in here with him in a dress like yours? It was killing him.

“Y/N, Harris.” your ex-boyfriend acknowledged. “Harry,” you nodded. Leon looked at him, aware that your ex was probably killing your friend in his mind. “I see that you have replaced me so easily, y/n,” Harry slurred. He was pretty sure he won’t remember shit tomorrow so he decided to just go with the flow. “Ha! See, Nick? Liquid courage,” he chuckled as he took a swig off of his beer bottle. “Alright, Harry. That’s enough,” you interjected, trying to take the bottle away from Harry. He clearly drank a little too much and you know that when Harry was drunk, he has the tendency to say things he didn’t mean at all. It’s not even a defense or anything, he just does it. “No, you’re not my girlfriend anymore. You can’t control me. Why don’t you go be with that Harris prick? Honestly, angel? You could do way better than that wanker, yeah?” he says, pointing his bottle to Leon who was busy eyeing down Nick.

“Harry--give me that bottle.” you said, clearly annoyed with how things are currently going. Why was he being difficult?

“Do you still love me, y/n? Look, I’m wearing the polo shirt you gave me,” he says, twirling like a little girl showing off her new outfit. “I see you’re wearing my ‘H’ ring, too. I saw it the other day...Instagram. That must mean something, yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. He surrendered the bottle to you.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere so you could sit and clear your head, yeah?” you asked, holding his arm. “Leon,” you called to your friend. “I’ll just help Harry clear his mind. I’ll find you later, yeah? I’m sorry,” you said. Leon only nodded, mouthing a ‘sure’ before talking to a friend Nick introduced him to.

“If you don’t love me, you wouldn’t take care of me like this. Remember when you would do this lot? I miss it,” he rambled. You weren’t sure if he was being serious enough but you decided that either way, your heart was hurting. A silence fell upon the both of you as you sat on the booth.

“Harry, stay here yeah? I’ll see if someone could get you some water,” you said, standing up from the couch. Harry grabbed your hand.

“Please, stay. I promise I won’t say anything anymore. Just...stay here, love? Please? It’s been a while since you were this close to me and tonight, let’s just do things like the old times, yeah?” he asked. You were torn, so fucking torn with what he was saying. Wasn’t he the one who asked for a break? It’s been a year and you missed him. You really do.

“Harry,” you started, staring at his lips. You missed how soft it was, you missed how he kissed you. “Can we, can we kiss?” you asked. Harry sobered up. Were you really asking him to kiss you? He sat up straight looking at you. He inched closer until he could feel your heavy breaths. Your chest was heaving and you were itching for him to get closer. He smiled, taking your chin with his ring clad fingers until your lips met. It was slow and nice, two lovers yearning to be with each other again but soon enough, with too much yearning and passion, your kiss became heated. You didn’t notice it but Harry’s hands soon found your arms, caressing your bare arms up and down, the coldness of his rings against your warm skin a pleasuring contrast.

“Fuck,” he breathed as soon as you both pulled away. “Do you want to take this somewhere?” he asked. You nodded, mind too hazy from what just happened. You collected your bag that was left beside you.

“Let’s use the back door and walk discreetly, yeah?” you asked, Harry was never one to bring drivers during the holidays and so were you. You were intoxicated so you both didn’t want to drive. “Then, let’s just hail a car or something when we’re a little too far away,” you said. “I’ll just text Leon,” you added as you unlocked your phone.

“W-wait, Leon,” Harry rasped.

“You don’t have to worry about him. I’m single and I’m not his type,” you breathed as your grabbed his hand. He wasn’t sure if he should believe you, but nodded anyway. He was too desperate--all he wanted was to feel you close. You both made a beeline to the backdoor and exited, silently thanking the Lord for the absence of paparazzi. You walked, an awkward silence falling between the both of you. Still, your minds were hazy with lust, yearning, and love. You were a little far away when you hailed a taxi, telling the driver to go straight to Harry’s place, seeing as his house was nearer than yours. The both of you were obviously itching to touch each other but you refrained, you didn’t want anyone to see and complicate things.

The moment you arrived at Harry’s door (thank God he cleaned), your mouth was on his. This time, your kiss was more daring and passionate, all curfew thrown outside the window. You moaned as he trailed down to your neck, your back against the wall. He was sucking and licking the spot where your neck and shoulder blades met, your spot as he would call it. You were sure that he would leave a mark in the morning but you didn’t care. You were tugging at his hair, something that he always liked, to encourage him to go lower.

“Come,” he rasped as he took your hand to his bedroom. You both tiptoed in the dark hallways of his massive house until your back met the mattress in his bedroom. “How do you think I feel once I saw you in this red dress?” he asked. You weren’t able to answer his question as he kissed you again, only this time, his hand was playing with the thin straps of your silk dress. He lowered it.

Meanwhile, your hands were on his polo shirt, carefully unbuttoning the material off of his torso. Once you were able to take off the buttons, your hands met his tattooed chest. He moaned at the contact.

“Unzip me?” you asked as soon as he moved his lips down to the skin visible on your chest. He sucked your skin as you raised you body, his hands going underneath you to unzip the tight red dress off your body. He stopped for a moment, looking at your naked chest.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he moaned as he put his mouth on your nipple. You arched your chest towards him, his ring clad fingers kneading your other breast. Your hands were inching towards your underwear, nothing really special because you weren’t expecting this. “Ah, ah, ah,” he taunted, the moment he felt your fingers go lower.

“Harry—“

“No, let me do it, love,” he whispered. His mouth latched on to your other nipple, only this time, his fingers were trailing down to your clothed center. Your hips grinded on his hands, the rings giving you more texture. You were whimpering, begging for your ex-boyfriend to touch you. He chuckled a little bit, pushing your underwear to the sides before teasing your clit. You grounded your hips again, and Harry gave in, flicking the button in between your legs.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “more, Harry…”

“You want this? You want me to fill you up?” he asked, breathy. Quite frankly, his manhood was penting up in his pants. You nodded and Harry moaned, completely removing your underwear. Your hands trailed to his pants, massaging him through his fabric. Your hands immediately unbuttoned his trousers, and he stood up, removing it alone with his boxers. Your hands immediately found his dick, rubbing the precum all over before you pushed Harry onto the bed.

“What do you want me to do, Harry?” you asked seductively.

“Ride me,” he says. He bucked his hips towards your hands, clearly wanting more. “Come one, love,” he encouraged. You sat in his lap, taking his dick in between your hands, rubbing it on your clit for a few times before inserting the tip inside you. “I missed this, fuck,” he moaned. You moaned too, sitting lower until his length was filling you up. “I think you had your fun already,” he taunted, flipping you over. He leaned onto you as he pounded into you a few times.

“Harry, shit, shit,” you moaned. Your hand went to your clit, rubbing it as Harry went in and out of you.

“You just can’t get enough can you?” he asked. Your other hand and legs were around him, your nails digging onto his back. You nodded. “You’re not gonna cum until I tell you to, love,” he said as he pounded into you harder. His hand was immediately on your nipple, pinching and tugging it. It was sensory overload, his hands on your breast, yours on your clit, him inside you, your nails onto him. He moaned, putting his mouth on yours as his tongue entered your mouth. You both felt his thrusts going sloppier and sloppier as your walls started to clench.

“Harry, I’m cumming, fill me up...cum inside me,” you moaned. The popstar only gruntled, obviously bathing in your wetness.

“Cum, princess. Cum on my cock, cum with me,” he moaned as you both came, his cum filling you up and your walls clenching around him.

“I love you,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t notice but he did, stopping for a moment, looking at you. “Let’s talk about it later,” you smiled.

He thrusted for a few more times before removing his girth inside you. He immediately looked for a towel to wipe you with it and you waited. He always did this—you waited, basking in the afterglow of sex.

—————-

It was 4 am in the morning and you were both naked underneath the sheets. You didn’t talk about your confession, sleeping immediately once he wiped down the mess on your legs and he sighed.

It was 4 am and he was sound asleep, his tattooed arm wrapped around your torso. You removed it carefully and he shuffled in his sleep. You watched him, tears springing in your eyes before silently dressing up and tiptoeing until you were outside his room. He didn’t notice it, too sound asleep. You were silently sobbing as you buckled the straps of your black heels, calling for a car. It took a few minutes of you waiting outside his gates, the cold breeze raising goosebumps on your skin.

That was how you spent your New Years Eve and New Years, having sex with your ex and then, regretting it hours later because you told him you loved him.

PART TWO?

happy new years! i hope this is the first / last fic you’ve read for the decade. thanks again! xxxx

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Sweet Tooth - S. Mendes

NOTE: a friends to lovers/love triangle/high school au that’s right bitches im writing a TRIPLE TROPE (bc i just loveeee challenging myself) we’ll see how long this series actually lasts before i decide to “take a break” lmao but lets hope that doesn’t happen...

PROLOGUE

“SHIT!” Eden hisses through her teeth, bringing her reddening finger up to her lips to suck. The searing hot skin meeting her mouth in the cold atmosphere sent chills through her body, and she could already feel Shawn’s smirk on her back before her eyes flicked to catch sight of it.

“You know you do that every night.” He comments, eyes moving off of her and towards the waffle irons, still on and very hot to the touch. Shawn always insists Eden clean them after turning them off for a few minutes to let them cool down. But she prefers to let the heat help her in wiping the stubborn crumbs and stains off the machines with a damp rag, rather than scald her knuckle for what must have been the third time this week.

“Yeah, yeah,” she only grumbles in response and flicks the power button to the machines, watching both shut down immediately. Setting the rag aside, Eden wanders around the store to fetch the first aid kit in one of the various cabinets lining the walls. Shawn stood, wiping down the counters as her smaller frame took a place next to his and reached up to open the cabinet just above her. “Of course.” The aggravated sigh made Shawn’s head turn and glance up from the rag in his hand and to the open cabinet. His eyes spotted the little red box on the second shelf of the cabinet, exactly one shelf above her reachability.

Nevertheless, her arm stretched itself out fruitlessly, fingers wiggling in desperation at the kit sat on the very edge of the shelf. Shaking his head, Shawn could only chuckle as he barely reached his arm up to grasp the box before handing it directly to her.

“Thanks.” Eden murmurs, the cold plastic blissful against her injured knuckle as she popped the top of the kit open. Shuffling was heard from the store’s bathroom, before its door swung open, the manager exiting.

“Alright, the tips are counted, money is in the safe—” He began listing, hands fumbling with a paper towel.

“Eden burned herself,” Shawn continues naming playfully, earning the girl a sympathetic glance from Garrett.

“Again?” Her answer lied in a sheepish grin. “You need to stop injuring yourself.” He shook his head at her.

“Okay well you two need to stop leaving the first aid kit out of my reach. I mean, seriously, that is just cruel.” She snapped back playfully, pointing up to the cabinet with her—now bandaged—index finger. Garrett raised his hands in defense, twisting his head to take in the clean floors and sparkling glass.

“Trash it out, waffle irons—eh.” Garrett shrugged, having Eden narrow her eyes-only seconds later. He and Shawn chuckled together. “Kidding, they’re immaculate. As always.”

“Why are you in such a rush, dude?” Shawn asks, glancing up at the clock hung on the wall. Eden’s gaze follows, studying the two hands.

“Yeah, we just closed five minutes ago,” Eden informs, eyes darting back to Garrett’s frantic state. The paper towel was still balled in his fist, dampened, and wrinkled from his hands’ prior torment. Garret heaves a sigh as his hand comes up to pull off his visor and run through his short, dirty-blonde locks. Lately, the dark circles beneath his eyes had become more prominent, along with his five o’clock shadow, which should now just be labeled as everlasting stubble. He was a thirty-five-year-old with a few kids and a management job, but even when Eden and Shawn both found this out a year prior, he was never one to be anxious or on edge about things.

“Okay, you two were supposed to find this out tomorrow but…we have a new person coming. They start at the end of the week and I just want to make sure everything is ready for when we start training them.” Both teens felt their eyes widening. Despite Scoops being a fairly popular, local business to visit in town, a new hire was rare around the shop. Before the one Eden and Shawn were just informed of, it was a twenty-two-year-old needing a job for the summer. And before her, it was Eden and Shawn.

“Wait…you mean Callie’s leaving?” Eden asks, lips forming a slight pout. When asked where she attended college, every employee was shocked, to say the least. Callie was one of the sweetest people Eden had come to know and when is revealed that she was attending one of the country’s most known “party schools”, Eden almost refused to believe it. Contrary to what most might have thought of Callie, she was quite the opposite. Hardworking, diligent and fun to be around, and not even the too much fun people would assume she would be.

“Sadly, tomorrow is her last day. But she did offer to come back next summer, of course, I said yes.” That filled Eden with a small bit of relief, and also a small amount of curiosity.

“So what’s her name?” Garrett’s brows furrowed. “The new girl?” She clarified.

“Oh, no it’s a guy.” Now it was safe to say Eden was very, very curious. “His name’s Lucas. Your guys’ age, actually.”

“Is he now?” Eden raises her eyebrows, earning a nudge from Shawn’s elbow.

“Dude.” He scoffs.

“What, a girl can’t be curious?”

“You can be curious all you want—”

“You just can’t be anything else.” Shawn murmurs, corner of his lips twisting up into a smirk. Eden studies his expression, eyebrows turning downward.

“What do you mean?” She looks from Shawn, who is wringing out the rag in a sink nearby, to Garrett.

“It means you can’t be more than close friends. It’s store policy.” Eden scoffs in disbelief. This was news to her.

“Since when?”

“Since forever. So, keep your strange, hormonal teenage feelings to yourself.” Garrett sighs and looks out the door, seeing the parking lot empty and free of any particularly fishy bystanders.

“We’ll be fine, man, go. We’ve locked up before.” Shawn shrugs, glancing at Eden for further persuasion.

“Yeah, we’re almost done anyways. And you need the rest.” She gives Garrett’s exhausted stance an up and down with her eyes. His eyes narrow in the slight offense to the comment. “No offense.” She squeaks.

“None taken.” He mutters. “Alright.” He tosses the keys to Shawn, who catches them seamlessly. “I want the two of you out of here in ten minutes, tops. You both have a busy week, too.” Eden and Shawn meet eyes, sharing a bittersweet smile at the thought of what tomorrow held for them.

Their first day of senior year.

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