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anthrofreshtodeath · 11 months

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June prompts #8 please and thank you

Last one - let's do it! 8 is "discovering common interests" and this is merely shameless self-indulgence in one of my own pet interests.

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“I don’t mind hangin’ out,” Jane says hoarsely. She stands where she stood when she first opened her arms for Maura, just after Maura had opened the front door, letting Jane in as she cried. “You know I’ll hang out with you forever. But is this… did he do it in here?”

Maura dabs her eyes with a new tissue, pulling her light sweater closer to her body just to replace the feeling of Jane on her. “Do what…?” asks Maura even though she’s hesitant to answer. Jane couldn’t possibly mean…

“The leavin’,” clarifies Jane. She leans one hand on the granite of Maura’s kitchen island and puts the other thumb under her belt, right next to the buckle. She looks around, and zeroes in on another one of Angela’s pathologically labeled cabinets. She pushes away and walks toward the wine fridge. She lets the bottle ping on the counter, and props open the door that says stemware. She pulls out two glasses.

Maura sniffles, small and with a latent hiccup, but she goes to the drawer with the corkscrews and pulls out the one she’d normally use for this full-bodied red. “Yes, to answer your question,” she says. She wonders if Jane knows she’s picked an Italian wine to counter Ian’s quite pedestrian, working-class Californian from yesterday. “He stopped here to say goodbye before his flight.”

Jane knows nothing about wine, but every right decision Jane makes is instinctual. Just like the decision to tug on her tight purple tee. She adjusts it until it spreads just right against her abdomen, long and toned and now visible in outline. “Thought so,” she tells Maura. She pours the wine once Maura opens it, and carries both glasses to the front hallway.

Maura smiles, tired, confused, but happy to simply have Jane around. “He often doesn’t say goodbye at all. Which is why I… why I think I’ll never see him again.” And just like that, the tears return, unshed, but welling.

Jane nods. She provides Maura with some silence - cry if you need to, I’m not here to make you forget. Maura doesn’t crumble, even if she falters a little bit, and Jane nods in the direction of the staircase. “Change of scenery? It’s probably for the best,” she says.

Maura’s eyebrow curls up. “The bedroom?” she asks, intrigued.

Jane blushes. “I’m not that kinda girl, Doctor Isles,” she replies. “At least, not while someone’s just had their heart stomped on. I was thinkin’ the library. There’s a sofa in there.”

Now it is Maura’s turn to blush. “Of course. That actually sounds wonderful,” she says.

Jane waits, as Jane always does, for Maura to walk ahead, so that Jane can watch her back, even in Maura’s own home. Maura looks so diminutive when she shuffles on her bare feet back to the stairs; Jane wants to use her entire body to swallow Maura up again. She settles for pressing her front against Maura’s back when Maura pauses at the first step. It’s dark, but a dim light bleeds down from the second floor at the end of the hall. “What’s up?” Jane breathes, rather than asks, right into the crown of Maura’s hair.

“My… I need to know that you really don’t want to go to the bedroom. Because it isn’t… well. The bed isn’t made,” Maura whispers.

“Climb the stairs, Maura. The books are waiting,” snarks Jane. She hears what Maura isn’t saying, and though it irks her, the implication, she holds one of the glasses of wine by the rim, fingers spread against the lip of it, and puts it in front of Maura’s chest. A gesture of goodwill. Of love.

Maura takes the alcohol and obeys, coordinated enough to sip and climb at the same time. She takes the first left, and finds the light switch from memory. “Do you want a blanket?” she asks Jane.

“Let me handle it,” Jane says. She pulls the biggest blanket from the basket at the end of the sofa, smaller than the one in Maura’s living room, but a fluffier, cozier. She kicks off her boots, sits down, drapes the blanket over her knees, and then holds it open, eyeing Maura over.

Maura sighs. The emotion ripples over her face again, and she begins to cry when she finally collapses against Jane, has Jane wrap an arm around her while she curls close. Only minutes since their last embrace and she is starved for it. She sobs softly, almost silently, when Jane settles into the cushions and lets Maura snake arms around Jane’s torso. “I’m sorry,” Maura hiccups when she can.

“For what? Doesn’t seem like you were the one who did anything wrong,” Jane asserts. She looks ahead, and not at Maura, just to give her a little dignity. Maura thrives on dignity. “Who leaves you?”

“Not you,” Maura says quietly, tucked like a child into Jane’s side. The fit is heavy. It feels good.

Jane is quiet for five long minutes. She sips slowly, occasionally, and eventually, Maura sits back up and joins her, pulling her glass from the small coffee table. They are still snuggled close, but now both upright and drinking. Jane studies the titles across from her along the wall-to-wall bookshelves until she gasps. “No way,” she exclaims softly.

Maura perks up. “What?” she presses.

“Snow - my favorite is the Franklin,” Jane points. She doesn’t get up, because neither of them seem to want that.

“Storms and Shipwrecks of New England?” Maura asks. Her hand goes to the skin of Jane’s chest and she presses as she pulls back to stare with incredulity. “Really?”

“Don’t act so shocked,” Jane grumbles.

“It’s just… you hate going out on boats,” Maura tries to save herself, but her chuckle betrays her. “Edward Rowe Snow - really?”

“When I was a kid, I read that book cover to cover at least ten times,” Jane explains.

Maura’s jaw drops. “Me too,” she confesses. “Of course you would like the story about cannibalism. The saddest was ‘The Wreck of the General Arnold.’”

“Yeah, not great,” Jane says. She pauses, thinking. Then she taps Maura's shoulder. “Let’s go to the Cape this summer.”

“You hate the Cape,” Maura responds. “You hate how crowded it gets.”

“But…. they have that pirate museum for the Whydah in Yarmouth,” Jane says. “I think we’d have fun. And we’ll beat the crowds if we go in the middle of June.”

Maura considers, and then she snuggles back into her previous position. “It would be fun,” she concurs. “Jane?”

“And yeah there was cannibalism, but the moral of the story is never give up - because those two sailors braved the rough seas and even though they perished, the stranded men got saved because of them,” Jane continues on her previous train of thought, voice soft and deep like how it gets just before she sleeps.

“Jane,” Maura tries again, more firmly this time.

“Huh? Yeah,” Jane hears her, takes another sip of wine.

“You won’t leave me, right? You’re here to stay?” Maura asks.

Jane shakes her head. “You remember when we took out Marino-”

“When you took out Marino.”

“When we took out Marino, and I was layin’ there, guts, uh, guts spillin’ out?”

“God,” Maura starts to cry again, “how could I forget? Why would you bring that up?”

“Because you put ‘em back in. You didn’t leave. You braved rough seas, had me all over your hands. And that had to be some of the scariest shit you’d ever seen,” Jane says. She takes confidence in this truth. For all the genocide and war Maura has seen, the malaria and the trauma, holding Jane’s insides to keep them from coming outside? Maura hasn’t ever been the same. Not worse, not smaller, but changed. “But you stayed. So you can trust that I’m gonna stay, too. To the bitter end. But not just then, you know? During all the good parts, too. Like the Whydah museum parts. And like the ‘when I eventually say yeah let’s go to the bedroom’ parts.”

“Do you… do you think you’ll say that?” Maura blinks, forces Jane to look at her.

Jane furrows her brow, purses her lips. But then she says, “I think it’s gonna need a deep clean first.”

Maura knows this means more than the words Jane has used, that the sentiment runs deeper, but she can’t help it. “I’ll get Anita here on Monday,” she promises with a deadpan.

Jane cracks a smirk. “Might need CSRU instead,” she jokes. “Take it easy tonight, though, yeah? Nice and slow. Why don’t I grab ol’ Snow off the shelf and read us a few chapters? We can do some of my favorites and some of yours.”

“That… sounds wonderful,” Maura breathes for the second time tonight. “You got it,” says Jane, getting up and crossing over to the array of titles across from them. They’re definitely reading about the Franklin first.

#otp prompts june 2023 #rizzoli and isles #and that's a wrap for june's prompts #I really should get started on a real story now #also playing within the canon of this episode never gets old #you could go raunchy fluffy angsty #and it all fits #might go rewatch actually

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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 days

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I know the König x secret admirer reader is not gonna be officially continued but I was wondering if you could maybe explore part of it😭 there’s a part that mentioned that König gets laid in the military and I was wondering how angsty it would be if reader found out?🤭

Yes of course! ^^ It would be angsty... and fluffy! These two are the silliest people who ever lived tbh 🩷🐥

König is young in this AU (around his early 20s) and wildly inexperienced compared to some of the other recruits his age.

His first time was with a girl who joined the army when König had been there for about 1.5 years already. Desperate as he was with hiding the fact that he’s still a virgin, he tumbled into bed with this lady after a night out at the bar. She thoroughly seduced him, and König’s instincts told him she was only looking for fun, but he went with her anyway because, well. Loneliness can kill you, you know?!

He tried to woo her a bit after that until it became quite clear that this woman was not planning to settle down anytime soon. If anything, she was looking for a new conquest – and it’s fine, totally fine, except that König had surrendered a tiny piece of his heart to her along with his dick... That’s just how he is, and it took him more than a few months to get over the fact that it was “just a shag” and he “shouldn’t take things so seriously”.

That’s also why he closed off from people again, decided to concentrate on work and training and gym – until our cute little angel stumbled into his life like the prettiest saving grace! König was a goner from the start because this girl's approach was very different, so gentle and sweet compared to grimy shot glasses and smudgy lipstick and raunchy jokes. It’s a given that he was a little shocked when she sent her that pic 🙄 reminding him of promiscuous women who are not looking for a soul but a body, but because he is what he is the first thing he did was crank things up a notch and send her a dick pic back…

Yes, he’s desperate, but he’s also an go hard or go home man and this time, König is relatively sure he’s dealing with a lovely, delicate soul. Someone who wouldn’t just leave him out in the cold after getting what she wants.

And everything is like a fairytale between these two until she finds out he’s not a virgin despite he seemed a bit… like one… (in this scenario I think reader is a virgin and she thought König was one too because of obvious reasons? lol) And it’s fine, totally fine for her as well, except that the image of König having the night of his life with some military babe is haunting her from dusk till dawn.

There’s bound to be some drama when she starts asking timidly whether she’s still there… Whether they see each other every day. If they talk to each other, if he trains with her, etc. What if they test rifles together, or go out again with the sniper crew and get drunk and König feels… a little lonely?

She knows he would never cheat on her, not in a million years, but knowing how much of a wet dog he is she can’t promise that she’ll be all calm and relaxed during weekends, knowing her boyfriend is out there, full of testosterone and heart, his heart somewhat susceptible to female influence… Maybe even good old seduction…

And what’s even worse is the jealousy, the envy.

What if she’s more badass than her? That doesn't take much... She must be fierce if she’s in the military, something completely different, a forbidden apple König might want to taste again. It’s maddening, and when she finally opens up about it to him, spitting it out one night when he asks what’s bugging his sweet angel, there’s a big fat silence that follows.

König can't even believe she has torn her heart to pieces over something like this, alone and upset and ashamed when she's a literal angel. He sits her nice and pretty in his lap and talks her ear off about how he has nothing against this woman, truly, but that she is nothing compared to his first (and hopefully last!) girlfriend. Their love could never be compared to what happened between him and that girl, these things can’t even be spoken together in the same sentence. If he’s completely honest, his first time was... disappointing. Awkward, humbling, a total drunken mess of which he remembers nothing except that the woman wasn’t completely present either and that he was ashamed that his first time had to be like this.

Honestly, he felt like he lost his virginity on the night when he came to see her. She’s everything he’s ever dreamed of, all he thinks about these days... It’s quite annoying, actually, because he’s supposed to concentrate on how the wind blows and that the ammo doesn’t get wet and that he’s properly concealed.

He could be lying in a ditch with dummy rounds whirling past him and all he could think about are her eyes and lips and giggling and tits and, and… that. How warm it is, how nice it is, how he would just want to curl himself next to her when he hops back to his bunk in the evening. Her smile is the last thing he sees before he dreams, her voice is what he hears. All the things she said, all those sweet, silly little things, chime in his ear before he sleeps.

And all the precious moments they’ve already spent together, the times he made love to her under the trees... There’s nothing like that in the whole world and if she thinks something else can top that she's even sillier than he thought. He could comb through all the continents and he would never find a girl like her.

So tell him again... Why would he go to a shot glass of saltwater when he has a jar of wild honey right here at home?

#lmao what könig doesn’t tell her probablyyy is that the lady is not interested in him either #she just hops from D to D so she barely remembers König even exists #he’s only a co-star in some stories she tells her friends #like “Ooh yeah that one guy had a horse cock but he fussed around with the condom so much I almost fell asleep haha”#“what was his name again? shit I can’t remember”#meanwhile our angel reader is ascending to the 7th plane with the help of the horse cock in question like “Köniii T^T”#always the funniest thing when a secret admirer gets jealous of his object of obsession who’s actually fucking enamored with their no 1 fan #König gets jettisoned to the sun everytime she so much as *looks* his way #like are you both completely utterly dense or were you just born this way…#<3 sillies

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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My favorite era?

YOU LITERALLY NEVER DISAPPOINT QUEEN!

I've also always been a sucker for these hopeless romantic, angsty, loveable, fluffy, comedy movies so I've built an interest. I mean talk about the golden period of Hollywood... the nineties to the 2010s, Legally blonde (it has that factor where it motivates me and yet makes me want to fall in love), 10 things I hate about you, this means war, when in Rome, you again (goddess Kristen bell), The princess diaries, Notting hill, runaway bride, sleepless in Seattle and i could go on.

Even the ones that have just an element of romance, are my favorite. So yeah, you're doing a god's job alright? at least for people like me.

San...is seriously ruining me these days.

THERES GOTTA BE ONE THAT STANDS OUT 🔫

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU sTOP HEATH 😭😭omg u reminded me of when in rome i forgot that movie even existed stop it !!!!!! that is an absolute dream of movie,,, hollywood’s golden age raunchy romcoms need a comeback, bring back how to lose a guy in 10 days, life as we know it, MONSTER IN LAW and movies like proposal back !!!!!! no but do u know what we actually need, a classic barbie romcom, RUN IT BACK

i will hopefully keep that job up for a while 🫡 fulfilling all the hopeless romantics out there <3 thank you ur are truly flattering me <333

when has san never not ruin anyone

#✉️ : ask #[ catsanrabbithwa ]#i could talk about those movies for dAAYSS

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thefairyletters · 3 years

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I saw you rb a SaiSaku post and was curious if you had any fanfic recs for this rarepair?!

Do I have?!!!!! I am currently binging this ship so you couldn't have asked this at better time.

This pair is not a crack ship! Crack would mean they have not shared more than two words with each other. But SaiSaku interactions always bordered on romance and best friends who don't act like it. Not only Sakura was the first person to acknowledge Sai had human side to him and bonded with him over his painting, Sai was also the only person outside Sasuke (in part 1) to be able tell her fake smiles and he always understood her feelings better than other characters. Had Sakura ever only cared for good looks (something she don't) then with Sai she'd get that and so much more.

I have always considered SaiSaku as the next best thing after NaruSaku. They had too much potential as a couple. I am not bitter that InoSai became a thing but looking at them I only feel that "Ino didn't get Sasuke so she get his look-alike." Besides, Sai gave people nicknames that are opposites to what actually feels about them – Naruto as Dickless, Sakura as Hag/Ugly and Ino as Beautiful – which makes it worse. Both Ino and Sai deserve better than this. If Kishi has shown them together more often or had interactions between them similar to SaiSaku then I can understand why Ino is his light. I guess it is also SP's fault for showing them in different light. For all SP hates Sakura, they enjoy messing up with her fans by feeding them false hope.

Whenever I want to read something hilarious but deep, SaiSaku is my to-go couple. Usually angsty, or full bout of insults and punches. There's no in between with them.

. SaiSaku .

This list contains my favorite SaiSaku collection. I am not sure if you like SaiSaku only as romance ship but this list also contain stories that expands on SaiSaku friendship, something I absolutely adore.

Could Roses Bloom? : RiseoftheBlossom || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || GaaSaku, SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || Ongoing

Sai glanced downwards at his body, the sudden override of his thoughts causing his mind to blank. What did that mean? Had he been straying too close to a piece of information Danzo didn't want him to have or share? Or was it his mind's natural response to shutting down any form of emotion, even if it was just the slightest of inclination towards feeling something?

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, SaiSaku friendship, confused-over-his-feelings!Sai, slow burn, GaaSaku, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, angst with fluff

hello, bright eyes (been waiting on you) : mouseymightymarvellous || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

“look underneath the underneath,” except no one has ever really bothered to look at sakura and see her. and then there is a boy (isn’t there always). maybe they’re both just ghosts, making each other real.

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, confused-over-her-feelings!Sakura, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, Sai and Sakura who don't feel like they belong, angst with fluff, sad!Sai

Oh God That’s Heaven : blueberrysconesandfolkmusic || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

Sakura finds Sai sick, alone, and in desperate need of a hand that doesn't hurt.

Go for it if you like: boys who are bad at feelings, bleeding-heart!Sakura, sad-and-lonely!Sai, Sai and Sakura who are secretly best friends, Sai with PTSD, protective!team7

for everything blue and bright : sinemoras09 || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku, SasuSaku || Angst || One Shot

The five stages of human arousal.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, obsessed!Sakura, One-sided love, Unrequited-love-no-matter-how-you-look-at-it!SaiSaku, no-good-very-bad!Ending, pining!Sai, bittersweet lemon

A mess of me : Dovey || M || AO3 || Pre-Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Yandere Romance || Complete

In which Sai is a good ANBU agent with an unusual hobby, and Sakura grows up with a #1 fan rooting for her....even if she doesn't know it. Or: Sai starts stalking Sakura when they're both young to satisfy his curiousity about 'normalcy', gets attached, and eventually gets very frustrated that nobody else seems to notice her potential as a shinobi and takes matters into his own hands- and delights in being Sakura's prime source of validation because of it.

Go for it if you like: obsessed!Sai, manipulation, stalker!Sai, mentor!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, distraught!Kakashi, fluff, baby-Sai-stalking-baby-Sakura, abusive haruno household

There is sunshine on his forehead : amako || T || AO3 || Soulmate AU || SaiSaku but it's complicated || Angst, Hurt/Comfort || One Shot

Sakura is only three when she promises herself that Sasuke will die by her hand, whoever he is.

Go for it if you like: dysfunctional Team 7, Soulmate AU, Unrequited love feels, angst heavy, Sai and Sakura only want to belong, NaruSasu, NaruSaku but not really, betrayal heavy, no fluff only pain, SaiSaku, Team 7 taking Sakura for granted, Sakura is so done

In theory : nimblnymph || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Humor || One Shot

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Sai was about to learn that this theory applied to more than just physics. And that putting theory into practice sometimes gave unexpected results.

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, teacher!Sakura, student!Sai, Sai getting educated, Sakura educating Sai, Kisses, Sai being Sai, Sakura with patience of god

Loathing : i AM the Random Idiot || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Angst || One Shot

Define "hatred."

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, hurt!Sai, Angst, Onions, SakuSai bonding over mutual hate, love is overrated anyway

Bunk Mates : ice bitten || T || FFN || Shippuden || Team 7 || Humor, Friendship || One Shot

In which Sasuke and Naruto find out Sakura has been sleeping over at Sai's. Short stories surrounding Sakura, Sai, and the invasive people of Konoha.

Go for it if you like: sassy!Sai, protective!Team7, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, Perfect characterisation, Canon feels

Paint me with Colour : PeregrineFlight || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku|| Humor, Friendship || Incomplete

Sai and Sakura must travel to the Land of Lightning to retrieve something for the Daimyo, they have to travel as a married couple. Much to Naruto's amusement.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, pretend marriage, SaiSaku bonding over mission, fluffy angst, adorable!Sai

Forget Me Not : Joy-girl || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || Team 7 || Angst, Friendship || Complete

Sometimes it's easy to forget how important someone is when the person is always in the background – but Sakura's boys still remember. Glimpses of her importance from each member of her team.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, underappreciated Sakura, Team7 family, Family feels, sad!Sakura, protective!Team7 males, Sakura appreciation, SaiSaku bond, Team7Saku feels, avenger!Teammates

Add Me Colour : Cella N || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku || Drama, Romance || Complete

"All my life is white. Paint me. Add me colour."

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sakura, Sai being Sai, confused!Sakura, angst, poetic translation, colors

Euphemisms : Nymbis || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor, Romance || Complete(?)

Drabbles about Sai, Sakura, and their strange attempts at bonding.

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, Hilarious friendships, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches, Raunchy stuff

Ricochet : Strix 4 || T || FFN || Shippuden AU || Team 7 || Family, Drama || Complete(?)

Sometimes it's easy to see the familiar in the faces around you. Sometimes it sucks to figure out why.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, Team7 as family, Family feels, wise!Sakura, SaiSaku bond, Sai's place in team 7

Pick up lines : Demoneyes 14 || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor || One Shot

Ero sennin's pick up lines! Guaranteed to get the girl or your money back! Well... it would be more guaranteed if it hadn't fallen on his face in the library, but heck, Sai will try anything once! Maybe it will save him a beating from Sakura...

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches

Special mentions...

Study of the Heart : teresa

In an effort to become a better friend, Sai undertakes a study of love, not really understanding how difficult it could be, and how surprising.

The Blood of a Cherry Blossom : Slytherin Kunoichi

Originally, for Halloween, Sai hadn't decided what to go as, but once he glimpsed at the bleeding flesh on Sakura's neck, he suddenly had the urge to be a vampire…

Old Dogs, New Tricks : yuugiri

After an unprecedented turn of events, the Fifth Hokage has officially assigned Sakura Haruno the responsibility to make Sai recover what he had lost; his emotions. With a time limit of a month, will Sakura succeed in this mission?

Once More, With Feeling : Cynchick

Sakura didn't know what she was thinking when she showed up on his doorstep.

Ink Me : Krickitat

Exploring the art of bod-modification Sakura takes a step into the unknown world of the exquisite pain of art.

The Uchiha Secret : Slytherin Kunoichi

Sasuke froze as he stared at Sai's eyes, which were identical to his Uchiha Sharingan eyes now: red with anger and black with hatred...One family secret could threaten and shake three lives forever. Bonds will be broken.

My babies don't get enough love in the world.

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darkestgrays · 2 years

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Hello giftee!! I’m your KC frosted exchange gifter here! Hope you’re having a good day :)))

I am sooo so excited to write this gift for you! I love all your works and am a huge huge fan so this is my chance to just shower you with all the KC goodness I can create just like you have done for me all this while!!!!

I have a few questions for you that I’d love for you to answer as specifically as possible because I’m very very excited to make this gift into something that’s custom made for you and tailored to your liking so please don’t hold yourself back from giving me all the details as I’d appreciate that!

—> what are your favourite AU settings? I know you’ve chosen a few tags in the sign up but if there’s anything more specific you’d like to see I’d love to hear it!

—> Favourite Dynamic between Klaus and Caroline? For ex: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers and the like.

—> side ship NOTP’s you’d like me to avoid?

—> pet peeves/dislikes in Klaus’ and Caroline’s characterisation?

—> I’m thinking of going more fluffy than angsty but angst will be present! What are your angst Hard limits?

—> What’s your fav characterisation of Caroline and Klaus as separate individuals?

—> Are you comfortable with reading smut? Any no-no’s and squicks I need to look out for? Any specific words you just don’t want to read during sexytimes?

—> in the interest of taking your enjoyment of fluff to the maximum potential: what are your favourite gestures to indicate intimacy/domesticity/tenderness. Like specific kisses? Or acts of service? What is your preferred language of affection between Klaus and Caroline?

I have a few more questions! But those will be based on your answers to this so I’m really really looking forward to your responses!!

Have a lovely day ahead!!!!

Hello!! Thank you so much, it makes me so happy that you like my fics, hearing it made my day :) I am just as excited to receive this gift from you especially after this lovely ask, so here are my answers:

— For AU settings, with KC definitely either in canon or them but just in a different time period.

— Favorite Dynamic is 100% enemies to lovers, mostly because I love the banter.

— Honestly, I'm pretty open to any side ships. I've never encountered a side ship in this fandom that has bothered me. Maybe avoid pairing two extremely random characters together but other than that, it's up to you!

— Okay so my list for pet peeves/dislikes in characterization is long. For Caroline, I really hate when they make Caroline weak and submissive, like I hate when she's written like she can't take care of herself and like she wouldn't yell Klaus' head off when he's in a mood. For Klaus, I hate it when he's victimized, yes there should be empathy about Klaus' awful past but I hate when it's like excusing what he's done because he's been all alone or whatever. I also hate when as soon as they get together he's like 'i love you caroline' and super open about how feels because this is Klaus Mikaelson and as much as he may love Caroline, I personally think it would take a long time for him to admit it to her.

— Ooh yes I LOVE fluff, go nuts! So I love angst but I hate character deaths, honestly I love dark and angsty stuff so I don't think there's really anything, but if you're thinking of something specific that you may think is like *too angsty* and want to run that by me, go ahead! I have an awful memory and could probably be forgetting something.

— Favorite characterization of Caroline is basically her being strong and a complete badass, and having literally everyone just enamored with her because she's the best (yes, she's my favorite character) though of course, she has her flaws as everyone but she's sunshine. For Klaus characterization, acknowledge his monstrosity but like make him 100% Caroline Forbes Trash™.

— I am comfortable with smut in the fic but I don't really want it to be a big part of it. I'm not a fan of degradation and while dirty talk is cool, when it gets too raunchy it makes me cringe.

— Oh this is my favorite question. I really really love forehead kisses, kisses on the temple, and on the nose and I feel like Caroline would be the one to give them most but like the other way around would be very cute too. I feel like while in private Klaus wants Caroline as near to him as possible 24/7 but in public, he doesn't show much affection because evil reputations and such. I also very passionately believe that Klaus is a cuddler if you want to work that in there 👀.

I hope my responses were helpful and I am SO excited to see what you've planned!! Have a great day <3

#kcfrostedexchange #maria’s answers #IM SO HYPED GUYS

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ot7-hoes · 5 years

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Broken heart syndrome

Word count: 2,071

Warnings: uh mentions of death, character death (I won't spoil it) fluffy, angsty

Summary: Jin is a serial heart breaker, his next victim? You.

Your mother’s voice echoed in your head, the exact reasons you never visit her floated around your brain making you frown all the way home. It’s not like you didn’t like seeing your mother, honestly she was a nice woman to be around. It’s just, she said the same things over and over again, making you want to just tune out and go home.

‘Falling in love isn’t that scary dear...’

‘Except it is mother, because heartbreak kills people.’

‘Precisely darling, people. It won’t just kill you, step out your comfort zone! I want grand babies!’ You scowl at her, trying to think of an excuse to leave.

‘I can still give you those without falling in love...’ You smirked as she scoffed, passing your comment off. You meant it though, you had no plans to fall in love, no plans to put all that trust in someone.

Heart break was the number one cause of death right now, and it was scary. Most people used to get together to be with each other, but now, people just fucked and hoped to not catch feelings. Feelings were the first step to a slow painful death. The way she described it made it sound like, if someone broke your heart, you would both suffer. It wasn’t like that, if you got broken up with, your heart shattered into pieces, you die. Your ex would live on, searching for the one who’s worth it.

‘It isn’t that scary.’ You mocked, walking the path to your house. ‘How would she know, she never even married!’ You tutted, opening the gate to your home. For some reason you looked around, in the future you wouldn’t know why you did that day. Why you didn’t just continue the path to your house, locking yourself safely away behind your door. You saw a man, collapsed on the side walk, not moving, clutching his chest. Thinking the worst you run to his side, calling an ambulance instantly.

‘Hey, stay with me, you’re going to be okay. I promise.’ You soothed, pushing his hair out of his face. He was handsome, how someone could even think about hurting him was beyond you. The ambulance arrived promptly, as they usually did in situations like this. You didn’t know him, but you felt a sense of duty now, you found him. You had to make sure he was going to be okay. Jumping in the back of the ambulance, holding his hand, rubbing soothing circles on it.

‘Miss? Ah, thank you for bringing him in. We checked him over and he seems okay, we will keep him in for observation however.’ You nodded understanding, getting up from your seat.

‘May I see him?’

‘Of course, just through here.’ She spoke, leading you through to a side room. He lay in the bed, flicking through the channels sighing when he couldn’t find anything decent.

‘Hospital TV is always so rubbish...’ He motioned, pointing at the screen the second he saw you enter the room. Smacking his arm, he yelped as you scowled at him.

‘Is that any way to treat someone you don’t know?!’ He whined, rubbing where you had slapped him.

‘Man! You gave me a heart attack earlier, I thought you were dying!’ You cried, throwing yourself down on the chair at his bedside. He just laughed, a warm but loud laugh. It sounded squeaky but like home, familiar in a way.

‘Ah, my hero I presume? Well I’m Jin, it’s nice to meet you!’ He smiled charmingly, holding out his hand for you. You slipped your hand in his, shaking it. His hand was warm and soft, it was clear he didn’t do any kind of work. With a face that pretty, you doubted he needed to.

‘Pleasure, I’m sure.’ You muttered, telling him your name. He tested it out on his tongue a couple of times before smiling again. He knew he was pretty, you would put money on it. The way he smirked, or flicked his hair out of his face. How he held your gaze or licked his lips, he knew it.

‘Well, I better get going.’

‘Promise you’ll come back? I hate hospitals...’ He pouted, you felt your heart leap. This wasn’t something you felt like diving into. You didn’t need a new friend, especially a male, but despite your better judgement; ‘Of course I’ll be back.’

In the following days you got on like a house on fire, bantering most of the time. However, now and then he would ask personal questions. You know he was trying to get to know you better, trying to become your friend. For some reason you weren’t opposed to it anymore.

‘So you don’t want to fall in love?’

‘It’s not that I don’t want it, I just don’t trust someone not to break my heart for the fun of it. I don’t trust people.’ He just nodded, deep in thought. You stole the little jello pot off his food tray, eating it as you spoke. He just shook his head laughing at you.

‘I get to leave today, would you like to go for dinner tonight?’ you regarded him curiously. Over the last few days, you could tell there was more than friendship there. You weren’t saying it was love, but maybe a budding crush. That was worrying you, scaring you shitless.

‘Sure, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do...’ You muttered, slumping into the chair beside him. He could tell your mood was off today, but he wouldn’t mention it. The fear of you shutting yourself away floating in his mind.

‘How did you find out about this place?’ You marvelled as he lead you down a dark alleyway, a beautiful little restaurant tucked in at the back. He just smirked your way, leading you through the door first.

‘I have my ways.’

You assumed since he was out of the hospital now, he would leave you alone. Not that you wanted him to, you just expected it, but he didn’t. If anything he was more in your face. He called you every other day, texted you all the time about things that didn’t matter. Those were your favourite ones though. The night your phone rang at three in the morning put the nail in the coffin for you though, in more than one way.

‘Jin it’s three in the morning what do you-‘

‘Date me.’ Your eyes flew open, no longer sleepy.

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘I want you to date me. I want to go on dates with you and hold your hand, I want to walk around the park or go to the movies. I want to kiss you and hold you, I want to be with you. I know you don’t want love, I know it scares you. I know you don’t want heartbreak, but I want to be selfish, I want to be selfish and have you.’

‘You had me at date me...’ You mumbled down the phone, hearing him chuckle in delight.

‘I’m coming over.’ He spoke, hanging up the phone quickly. The second you opened the door his lips were on yours, kissing and biting as hungrily as he could. You moaned into the kiss, the intensity almost suffocating you. You didn’t want this, but why did it feel so god damn right. He lead you to your bedroom, hands on your ass, roaming your body nipping skin. Both of your pants and whimpers echoed throughout the room all night, your bodies wrapped around one another light fingertips trailing skin.

‘Thank you...’ He muttered against the nape of your neck. You turned your head to look at him, catching the sincerity sweeping across his eyes.

‘For what?’

‘For saying yes, for not breaking my heart.’ He smiled a goofy smile, kissing your cheek down your jaw and sucking on your neck. You giggled in delight, playfully swatting at him.

You were happy, and damn did it feel fucking good.

He said the painful words first. There was always a myth with this thing, that you could be with someone, but if you didn’t say the words you probably wouldn’t die. You wouldn’t end up with heart break because you denied your feelings. You wanted to say it though, it had been at the tip of your tongue for months.

‘I love you...’ He muttered as you both sat in front of the TV, some shitty comedy playing in the back. Your eyes shot towards him, taking in his face, his smile, his eyes. He was beautiful, he was yours.

‘I love you too.’ Looking back now, you shouldn’t have said it, shouldn’t have helped him. Shouldn’t have fucking trusted him, but you did. That’s why you deserved this.

‘Who is she?’ You choked, the pitting feeling in your chest almost suffocating you. It was tight, it was sore and it felt like you were dying. Hey, maybe you were.

‘Who’s who baby?’ He smiled, happy voice carrying through the room, fuck all you wanted to do was stab him in the throat. You turned his phone to him, still locked but it lit up, the raunchy text sitting on the surface. He took the phone off you, unlocking it, letting you read the full chat. You wanted to throw up.

‘You’re cheating?’ Choking on a sob, you covered your mouth, crying silently. He just shrugged, taking his phone back. How could this happen, he was sweet, caring. He cared for fuck sake. You couldn’t breathe, air felt foreign, like it wasn’t meant to enter your body. Your chest burned, heart throbbed, you could practically feel the little strands snapping. Falling to the floor, he caught your body, shedding a little tear as he watched you fall. Through all of this, he did really like you, you were maybe his favourite.

‘You shouldn’t read my texts darling, you’re just going to get hurt.’ He smiled weakly, stroking your hair behind your ear. He wiped his tears then yours, cradling your body in his arms.

‘Why?’ Is all you manage to choke out, before you give in, letting it happen. It was futile fighting it now.

‘Oh precious angel. I’m immune, I can’t die from heartbreak, but you can can’t you. How does it feel to put all your trust and love into someone, for them to rip it out from under you hmm? Pathetic I bet.’ He cooed, feeling your body go weak and lifeless, he thrived on that. It was the best part, watching and feeling the life fade from their bodies.

The next few steps were crucial, he took every photo and memory of you two, burning them, all except one. Everything he owned in your home was gone, cleaned out completely, he drained your bank account, going to his safe place with everything you owned and saved.

‘Ah! Jin, I was just about to send you a reminded about your next payment!’ The gentleman at the storage facility smiled, running to behind the computer.

‘As if I would ever forget!’ He spoke, placing your card over the reader, typing in the pin, paying his charge.

‘Well I will see you in 6 months!’ He chirped happily, Jin waved goodbye until he was rounded the corner. He rolled his eyes, grimacing at the man, he hated him. Every six months he came to the facility, did what he had to do and left. That means, all his victims had to fall in love in 6 months. That wasn’t ever a problem for him though, he enjoyed how quickly they all fell for him.

Putting his pin into the door, he slipped it open, walking over to the drawers. He unlocked the top one, slotting the picture in with the hundreds of other men and women. His other victims.

He liked a souvenir, something to remember them by. Some he stole some jewellery, a shirt they liked to wear or a photo. Anything he could look back at and remember them from. He spent a couple hours in there, figuring out where to go next and reminiscing.

He found himself in a new town, on a new sidewalk, playing hurt for a new person. She held his hand, calling the ambulance, begging him to stay with her. She pleaded for him not to die. He smiled to himself, oh how much fun she would be.

#bts #kim seokjin #angst fic #bts jin #bts seokjin #fiction #writers #jin imagine #jin x you #jin x y/n #bts imagine #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #kpop scenerios #kpop reactions #kpop angst #kpop #angst #bts angst

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blondecarfucker · 5 years

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Bed of Roses (Chapter 14)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: I'm sorry.

Words: 3800ish

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ACT TWO - NIGHT

“Everything is more intense at night.”

Chapter 14

It was already summer, a month and a half later, when Roger woke up with Ticket To Ride, by The Beatles, in his head. Y/N was all settled to move to New York in the next afternoon, the last month being a nightmare of packing and getting her parents to prepare her room; Rog and you barely saw each other, between Roger wrapping up the album with the band and you moving her things out.

You didn't pack everything. Your crystals, from your hippier phase, were all around the house, along with your essential oils and incenses. It made Roger sad to see that he missed the part where you gave up on caring so much about these things - he didn't even knew what you were into now.

Whenever he was home, you was out, working with the researcher and meeting with your new bosses. You never took him to meet them, and he tried not to be bothered, but he was.

He knew he had no right to be mad; he also stopped taking you to Queen promotions. Poppy was in each and every one of their meetings and interviews, intoxicating him with her french perfume, blinding him with her diamonds - she always had them on her, rings, bracelets, necklaces.

She would always find a way to touch him, her long nails and cold hands contrasting with your short and warm ones. She was the complete opposite of what you were right now. She still had mystique - something a long relationship took from both you and Roger. But he always told himself that yeah, maybe he was physically attracted to someone else, but that's okay - he was in a relationship, not dead! - as long as he didn't do anything about it. He wouldn't cheat on you again.

He kept a mental list of all the opportunities he had to flirt with Poppy and didn't; it was a defensive mechanism, almost as if he was already in a fight with you, trying to argue that he changed, he didn't cheat. His guilt was already flowing through his body, pumping along the blood through his veins.

He couldn't cope with the idea of you and Poppy in the same room. You were almost like two sides of him: Rog and Roger Taylor, boyfriend and rockstar - and one time he thought, and then censored himself - past and future. The two of you couldn't coexist.

The rest of the band noticed that Y/N was absent. When Deacy asked what happened, Roger told him everything - the graduation, you moving out and going back to New York. "Shouldn't you be spending more time together, then?" Veronica said, wrapped around John. And then Roger looked at the two of them - always in peace, always warm, Veronica always focused on being there for John and very little else - and he knew he would never have that, and he didn't knew if he wanted to. He always liked how you were independent of him, how you always had your goals and interests.

He noticed how that started to be less apparent in you as you tried to adapt to his life, as you tried to be more like Veronica or Chrissie. You'd be quiet, supportive, trying to fade into the background.

And that was not the girl he met at the pub. The girl who cheered on him watching her.

It was always good to play lovebirds, like you did in the little time you were spending together, and you did love each other. But none of you were in a good place now. Not a good place to make decisions.

Sadly, that's exactly what the two of you had to do.

She said that living with me

Is bringing her down yeah

For she would never be free

When I was around.

"Shut up, Lennon", Roger said to himself, putting the pillow over his head as if it would help muffle the music in his head.

He turned around and realized the bed was empty. You left already. You had a good time last night, a way to say goodbye already, but you were not there to have a last morning with him in your shared house.

You were already in the museum. Your boss told you to spend all your time helping Will in whatever he needed, but his research has been complete for the last two weeks. You were just talking about your childhoods and New York now. Listening to his accent, his lingering fragrance; it made you feel like home.

And you missed being home.

"Yeah, I went to St Jean Baptiste High School. We used to go out with the Loyola boys all the time", you told him, leaning over the table in which you were both having a Coke.

"Now that's interesting. In my Loyola days, the Jean Baptiste girls were very shy, very quiet. We had to put in a lot of effort to go out with them", he looked at you through his long lashes, chewing on his straw.

"Well, that's cause you're old", you said, and he laughed. "The sixties were more liberal, you know", you told him, raising your brow.

A giggle interrupted you two. "Hey, Y/N. Nice song your boyfriend put out… I'm In Love With My Car… Didn't knew you had weird nicknames for each other", one of the interns said, and you felt your cheeks blush. She could see that you were talking, quite closely, to another man - you refused to see it as flirting. You wouldn't cheat on Roger again.

You did spend too much time with Will, more than necessary, but he just felt so familiar and yet so new to what you were now used to. His accent, his clothes, the way he had a scruff - Roger was always clean shaven - and fluffy short hair. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, and you held your fingers down when that happened. It was like trying to stop yourself from rubbing your nose; the desire felt like second nature already.

"I guess we do", you answered the intern, annoyed that she mentioned your boyfriend in front Will. "But it's cute that he wrote a song for you… I guess. It's a bit raunchy, but maybe it's just how you are", she said, and left. It hurt you that you didn't have a song to prove that Roger did love you, very romantically, at least sometimes, but you had to play along with the intern to avoid a more embarrassing situation.

He could make things easier for you, you thought. But you censored yourself. Don't get annoyed at Roger while talking to Will about your city, you answered your own invasive thought.

"Hm, didn't knew you had a boyfriend", Will said, a bit cold. "Yeah, I do", you said, looking down. You could feel Roger's lips in your neck from last night, and you wondered if Will could see the mark they left.

The thing you and Roger would agree if you ever spoke to one another about your feelings - hell, you didn't even admit it to yourselves - was that your relationship felt a bit like a terminal patient. The diagnosis was when you took the job, or maybe when Roger decided to move to a fucking farm for months and leave you alone and vulnerable - again. You didn't knew, precisely, when the end began.

But as soon as it began, you both knew there was no way to save your relationship, just try to make it last as long as possible. The end was inevitable - you were both just waiting for it.

There was some good days - days when you felt like the in the beginning of the relationship, but grayer. There was nothing to be infatuated over anymore. You were growing bored of the parts you liked about each other, deep down. And scared of the new parts you were developing.

Roger was decided to make it a good day when he got off bed. He drove around, thinking of a way to impress you tonight - you were spending your last night away from each other, since the band had to perform in Brussels for some TV show. He invited you because he knew the answer; you couldn't. You had a last dinner to go to with your new bosses. A celebration. You invited him, knowing he couldn't cancel the promo. You said it was fine; it was not a goodbye, really. Just a see you soon.

He would still have you around him - the house had more of you in it than it had of him. But you would have nothing to remember him.

So he had an idea.

You came home to an empty house. Roger was not there, so you decided to get ready for the dinner. You took a bath, lighting up your rose scented candles, but this time, just for its smell.

You enjoyed crystals and oils and incenses and such because they gave you a sense of control - maybe if I put this rose quartz here, the living room will be a space we're being romantic, and if I light a rue incense in the bedroom, the place will be cleaned of bad energies - but now you didn't believe the universe gave you any opportunity to control your life, to have things your way. You were just trying to live one day at a time, at the moment.

You had no goals, not anymore. You didn't really knew who you were, now that you didn't knew where you wanted to go.

You heard a knock on the door, and you lift your head up from the headrest just as Roger walks in. "Hey, Y/N", he says, holding a small box on his hands.

"Hey, Rog", you say, and for old times sake, you smirk as you say "Care to join me?". But you know the answer.

"I'd love to. But I have to go to the label to catch our helicopter to Brussels", he says. "I got you something for your trip", he says and he gives you the box.

You open it and find a heart shaped, shiny red crystal pendant on a gold necklace. "It's beautiful, Rog", you tell him, and he shrugs. "I wish it was ruby, but yeah… Crystal will do for now. I can switch it for a ruby one later, if the album sells well", he says, and he brings in the memory of one of the last really, really good days you had. Before the farm and before your job and everything started to go downhill at a faster pace. When he said he wanted to provide for you. That he was in it for the long run.

"No, you don't have to. I love it", you say, and you move your gaze to meet his. You were then surprised with a realisation you didn't have for a few weeks now - how Roger could be sweet, how he'd go out of his way sometimes to show you that he cared, that he will do whatever it takes to make you happy.

"I love you", you say, looking at his blue eyes and not thinking about anything else - New York, Will, the fact that Roger barely invited you to spend time with him outside of the house, the fact that you felt like you had no way to make your relationship - or your life - work the way you wanted to. You just saw his eyes.

And you felt like the lost girl who just moved to London and was full of dreams, not only working at the British Museum, but belonging, finding out who she really is. All those dreams were purposely forgotten now, as you gave up on them. But those blue eyes made you remember why you obsessed over this guy, this fucking guy for over five months. And why you kept fighting for your life with him ever since the moment you met those eyes again, in a stall at Kensington Market.

Because those eyes, when looking at you honestly like they were now, are a powerful sight.

"I love you, Y/N" he said, and his voice trembled a bit as he started to talk again. "But there's a meaning to it; the heart. I know we're not in a good moment, you know. I know it. But I refuse to give up on us. I still remember how I felt when it started, how I never even knew I could feel this way with someone", he said, tears starting to fill his eyes, and you could feel yours mirroring his as he continued. "And I realized that I don't know if I will ever love someone like I love you. You have my heart", he said, gesturing to the necklace, "And this little expensive crystal is there so you can feel it with you", he said, and you wrapped your fingers around them. Because of the steam in the bathroom, it didn't feel cold. It was the same temperature as you.

"And I know that this is going to be hard, and we're in for some tough times in our relationship, maybe the hardest ones, but I love you. I don't want to deny myself from admitting that just so it hurts less if something happens to us. Cause even if it does, you still have my heart, and you can do whatever you want with it", he said, a tear rolling down his cheek. He didn't wipe it, so you moved your hand out of the bathtub to do it. "It's yours to keep", he completed, and you pulled him for a kiss.

It wasn't really a long kiss - your lips barely moved. You just wanted to know that the two of you were still there, together, present, at least for that moment. At least for that moment you both agreed to love each other in whatever way you could - you knew this was the end of an era for the two of you. You didn't knew what would follow it, but you were willing to admit that you loved one another. And, sometimes, this could be enough.

"I have to go", Roger told you, breaking the kiss. "Can you help me put the necklace on before you go?" You tell him, turning around in the bathtub and twisting your hair up.

He smiled as he helped you. "Beautiful", he said, and he really took in the sight of you, flushed face as the steam moved up from the bath bubbles to your cheeks, the necklace making your lips more pink.

"Will you take me to the airport tomorrow?" you asked, and he nodded. "I'll be back before noon", he told you, giving you a peck on the lips before going out of the door.

And you didn't know it yet, but just like a terminal patient, your relationship had Last Good Days, or better, Last Good Moments. This was it.

Roger laughed with one of the studio heads, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a cigarette in the other, as he watched Poppy watch him from the other side of the hotel bar. She was completely comfortable in her seat, exuding power. This was were she felt comfortable in. She looked like a tigress resting on her velvet armchair.

Her lipstick wasn't red today; it was almost black, how dark it was.

He couldn't help but compare it to your lips, always a natural pink, since you never wore lipstick around him. "It doesn't make sense. We'll just get it rubbed over our faces", you told him one time, when he asked why he didn't see you wearing your red lipstick anymore.

He missed it. He missed how you were before you tried to be Roger Taylor's girlfriend.

How you were in the beginning.

But now there was nothing he could do but hope things eventually worked out, hope he didn't cheat on you, hope you didn't cheat on him, hope the hazy cloud caused by the whiskey didn't compromise his decisions.

He hated, absolutely despised doing TV show performances; he hated lip synching and pretending to play the drums. And he hated how you were not there to laugh over his mood, kiss his pout as he'd go backstage.

He tried to keep a conversation with Freddie, for a while, but none of them were in the mood to say interesting things and keep the conversation going. So before Roger could notice, he was surrounded by people from his label.

And that included Poppy, who was sitting by his side - he could feel his skin burning where she touched him, sitting closer than it was necessary - and when she leaned over him to get a lighter on the table by his side, he catches himself watching her, how her cleavage looked so close to him, how soft the skin seemed to be.

He felt an urge to brush his lips over it.

And, filled with guilt, he stormed away from the bar.

You were sitting with Will by your side, sipping on champagne as your new bosses told you a story about how they bought an original roman chariot from a farmer in Italy, and how difficult it was for them to rebuild it.

"We spent too much trying to figure out how long should the draught-pole be" the lady told you, and the man completed, "Until we realized it wasn't so important as finishing the chariot so we could expose it!", and you laughed. It was nice to spend a night talking about subjects you dominated; you were now used to spend dinners just listening, as people spoke about music and the industry and stuff you didn't understand.

Will laughed, too. It was a nice view; his sunkissed skin would crinkle around his lips, his bright smile almost blinding you. You looked at his scruff and you wondered how it would feel against your inner thigh - would it chafe it? - when you realized what you were thinking. Shut up, Y/N, you told yourself, and you could feel the blush in your cheeks.

You order another glass of champagne.

Roger would laugh at your nervous drinking - he'd always tell you to calm down, he didn't want to spend the night holding your hair up as you threw up in the toilet - but he would always do it anyway.

His skin didn't chafe your inner thighs.

You took another sip of the champagne.

"Well, time flies when we're having a good time, right? We have to go to our hotel already. Our flight leaves first thing in the morning", the lady told you. "It's been a pleasure to meet you and it's going to be a bigger pleasure to work with you, Y/N", the man said, shaking your hand and then Will's. "The people you find, Will. You're gifted", he says, and then follows the lady outside of the restaurant as Will says "I guess I am".

You get up, but you feel dizzy. "Shit, I got up too fast", you say, but Will looks at you worried. "Are you sure?", he asks, a concerned look on his blue eyes - so pale, so different from Roger's. "Yeah, my blood pressure's kinda low, so it happens", you shrug.

"We can share the taxi home", he says, and you correct him in under your breath. "Cab" you say, but he doesn't listen, and is already on his way out. You follow him; it was late, you didn't want to ride a cab on your own. London could be dangerous.

As you sit on the backseat, he sits beside you, his fingers ghosting on your thigh as helps you with the seatbelt.

You could feel the shiver on your spine.

Roger marches over to the elevators, going inside one, and the doors are already closing when a clutch stops it.

"Almost missed my chance", he hears a familiar voice purr.

Poppy goes inside the elevator, her high heels clicking, and Roger wonders if she was really talking about the lift.

She stops besides him. Closer than necessary.

The elevator was panoramic, and Roger's suite was on the top floor. They watched as the city got distant from them, as they were brought apart from the rest of the world.

"Nice view. I wonder if your girlfriend wouldn't appreciate it", Poppy said, and Roger felt his shoulders tense.

"I'm sorry?", he says. "Your girlfriend. I heard you have one. Funny that I never see her around", Poppy says, clicking her nails against the elevator wall.

"Hm. She's busy with her own career", he was able to say, trying not to get distracted by how close Poppy was from him, how he could feel her perfume penetrating his pores.

"That's interesting. Y/N, right?" she asked, and he nodded. He hated hearing your name coming out of Poppy's lips - it felt wrong. Not natural. "Kinda sad for you. You could spend some interesting times with people that are around you, you know", she said, moving closer to him, staring deep into his eyes.

He couldn't focus enough to answer something. She made him feel like a teenager.

"Someone who's a bit more like you", she completed, moving her hands to his jaw.

He felt paralyzed when she kissed him, but he soon realized he was answering her kiss, but not very well - part of him thought it wasn't right, but a bigger part of him could only taste her lipstick.

And it was the only thing on his mind as he followed her to her hotel room.

Will's eyes stared deep into yours as he asked you about details on your trip, offering help.

You found his eyes distracting, but disturbing. They were so pale you felt like you could see through them, if you tried hard enough.

His mint scented breath hit your face every time he said something, and you felt relaxed at the sound of the familiar accent. He sounded just like home.

"Y/N, I actually decided to listen to some of your boyfriend's work. Roger, right?", Will asked, and you felt disgusted. Roger's name on Will's voice and accent felt invasive, wrong. "Don't say it", you said, moving your finger to Will's lips.

He looked at you, confused, but soon moved his hands to meet with yours. It was the first time you touched him like this, so close to his lips.

And, very carefully, very slowly, he got closer to you, his eyes on yours, almost asking for permission to kiss you.

You didn't stop him.

He kissed you, carefully, and you responded slowly, the guilt weighing down on your arms.

You felt his beard irritate your skin, and you thought of that when Will broke the kiss to tell the cabbie to take the two of you to his house.

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Chapter 15

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