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lieslab · 6 months ago

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And at last I see the light

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Pairing: Minho X gn reader

Summary: Half-delirious and sick, you randomly tell Minho about your dream proposal and he takes notes.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I'm sappy and emotional. This was definitely inspired by Tangled. What can I say? I'm just a girl who cries easily and thinks about love a lot. Can a girl not ponder? Anyway, if you get choked up at proposals, grab a tissue or two.

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The simple conversation was so long ago that you forgot about it. It was a brief moment in passing, just another random conversation, but Minho didn’t forget it. In fact, he’d been planning since then.

“If I were to propose to you, where would you want it and how would you want it done?”

The two of you were on opposite ends of the couch. Your body was heavy with the weight of a random stomach bug. Through the stomach aches and nausea, you were fading in and out of consciousness. Minho wanted to take you to your shared bed, but you refused. Too worried about making him sick, you opted to stay on the couch.

Every time he came close to you, you stubbornly held your breath and threatened to make yourself pass out. It was dramatic, but it wasn’t unusual for you, you always were. Too afraid of giving him the same bug, you did your best to keep your distance.

You didn’t get the exact wish you were hoping and praying for. At some point, you fell asleep and he covered you in a thick fleece blue blanket. A kiss was planted to the top of your sleeping temple before he strolled back over to the couch. He curled up on the other side and kept an eye on you.

The television was already on, but he twitched the show to something silly with cartoon characters. You needed your rest and he didn’t want you to wake up and stress out your brain by trying to follow along with a half-over plot. He picked out the most childish show and let it play.

When you woke up, you awoke to dancing shadows and the gentle vibrations of the leather couch. Across the way, Minho couldn’t help, but laugh at something that a character said. He grinned and kept his eyes on the flickering screen.

You caught his attention when you sleepily uttered his name. He quickly lowered the volume, got up, and rushed to get you water. You still refused to let him be too close, so all he could do was keep his distance and observe your stubborn self.

The conversations didn’t have a steady theme. He talked about one thing and then another. You jumped from topic-to-topic with him. You were about ready to fall asleep again when he asked you that question.

“Tangled,” you mumbled.

His eyebrows pinched together and he studied your face. Your sleepy eyes were half-lidded and a yawn tugged your mouth into a small o-shape. A smile grew on half of his face and he asked for clarification.

“The scene where Rapunzel and Flynn are in the gondola with the flying lanterns.”

“What about it?”

“Maybe not the gondola, but with the flying lanterns.” You nuzzled your head back against the cool leather. “I’ve always thought they were beautiful. It’d be the perfect memory.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, but you can’t propose to me when I’m sick. I don’t feel good and I think I’d throw up on your shoes. I think the lights would somehow make me nauseous.”

“You poor, poor thing,” he teased you.

“Mmhm. Poor me.” Your eyes slipped shut and you let out a sigh. He watched you slowly drift back to sleep with the cartoons long forgotten about. His brain went into overdrive that night.

Loving Minho was the easiest choice you ever made. From his quick wit to his loudness, it was the best choice. Not a single soul could compare and it was something you tried not to take for granted.

Whether it was arguing about who deserved the last pudding, or sitting in silence while Minho laid on your lap, your love was so simple. Life went on and the conversation erased from your brain, but it didn’t stop you from having moments when you watched him with a soft fondness.

Your body relaxed and inside your chest, your heart stuttered as your brain tried to capture those little moments. Sometimes, it was as simple as him leaning over the stove and stirring whatever dish he was trying to make. Other times, it was when he was bare faced and stretched out on the couch with one of his cats upon his lap.

His messy hair poked out in every direction from running his hand through it. After dance practice, his muscles ached and he just wanted to sit down and take a bit of time to relax. You usually joined him and crept over, snuggling beneath his arm to keep him warm. He’d whine and complain of your sudden presence, but he never pulled away.

He liked when you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his neck. Just as you grew fond of him, he grew smitten with you. He joked that his love for you was like a pesky bunion that just wouldn’t go away.

Meanwhile, you compared it to wild mushrooms. You could try to stop loving him, but the love would keep sprouting up. Just when you thought there was nothing more to love, you’d turn your back for a brief moment and glance back to find another thing to love; another mushroom sprouted through damp soil.

Everything was warm and bright. In your eyes, everything was right and as the days turned into weeks, when those weeks burrowed into months, and began to roll into years, Minho knew he had you forever. He was going to take advantage of your sleepy-sick state and put his plans into action one day, but it never seemed like the right time. The two of you were always busy and time kept going, your love was an endless sea, but he wanted to make it truly official.

That wish came true when spring unveiled itself. With the chirping birds and baby bunnies, there was finally going to be a lantern festival. Rejuvenation, rebirth, and earth’s restoration; the perfect time to take the next step in your relationship.

“Wear something nice.”

“I always wear something nice.”

“Your constant state of sweatpants and hoodies says otherwise.”

“Fuck off!”

He just wanted you to look back at the video and be content with what you were wearing. The lantern festival was a rarity and you already had your best outfit picked out. You went through the entire routine of making yourself look good and then put it on.

It was a miracle that you didn’t notice the bouncing of his non-driving leg. He shifted in the seat a few times, but your nose was pressed against the passenger’s seat glass. You were going on and on about how excited you were for the festival, you always wanted to attend one.

You were unaware that the fate of your relationship sat in a small square box in Minho’s pocket. The weight of it in his pocket wasn’t much, but tonight, it felt like the ring he picked out was a thousand pounds. He kept glancing over at you and imagining what your face would look like. If it was ugly, he would be sure to tease you about it.

The two of you arrived twenty minutes before the lanterns were set to be released. Finding a parking space was difficult, but by some miracle, he managed to find an empty space to squeeze his car into. He grabbed your hand and headed to the area to grab a lantern.

“Are you getting one too?” You asked, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“No, I just want to watch you light and release yours. You’ve been wanting this, right? It’s your night to shine.”

“Well, yeah, but I thought you were going to do it with me.” You frowned and couldn’t hide the disappointment from your voice.

“Just don’t worry about it, have your fun.”

After grabbing the paper lantern with a tea light white candle tucked inside, Minho handed it to you. “Remember that you only get one wish, so use it well.” You playfully slapped his shoulder and took the lantern.

“Maybe I should wish for you to stop being a pain in my ass.”

“In your dreams.”

With one hand on the lantern and one hand in Minho’s, you began to lead him through the thicket of people. It seemed like everyone wanted to light and release a lantern too. Maybe it was the same reason as you, people wanted to make a wish. For others, it was a way to remember specific people and other loved ones.

No matter what the reason was, it made your heart swell with happiness. How human was it to long for peace? People had done this since the beginning of time and tonight wasn’t anything new.

Little did you know, Minho’s friend was tracking his location. The location sharing app had the exact path they were taking. A few people away, he silently followed with quiet footsteps. In his hand, the phone that’d be used to catch the proposal.

You wiggled through laughter and tears full of a yearning for loved ones. Tonight, no matter who was here, there was a sense of unity. You could feel the tethered string of your heart plucking at all the sights and sounds.

When you finally found a spot on a slight grassy hill, the two of you were only near a handful of people. Minho glanced over his shoulder and found his friend’s face in the reflection of a phone light. His friend quickly clicked off his phone, so he could stay hidden in the dark blanket of night.

“How do you feel?” Minho asked.

“I’m so excited!” You grinned. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this. Ever since I watched Tangled for the first time, the floating lantern scene on the water has always been my favorite scene.”

“I’m sorry that we’re not on water.”

“Are you kidding me?” You scoffed. “Look at where we are! This is going to be so beautiful. It’s like we’re holding the stars tonight. For once, they won’t be in the sky, we’ll be capturing them and sending them back home.”

He pressed his lips together, trying not to get sappy over how excited you were. You were like a little kid as you rambled. Even in the dark, a nearby street light lit up the excitement in your eyes. He’d seen you excited before, but this was something entirely different.

His hand went into his pant’s pocket to make sure the ring was still there. His hand found the square leather box and his shoulders relaxed. He knew exactly how he’d do this, he was just hoping you’d say yes.

After a few minutes of talking, your arm shot out and you pointed across the way. “Look! It’s starting! We can light our lantern!”

Our lantern.

Minho said he wasn’t getting a floating lantern and instead of ignoring his words, you just assumed that the two of you could share the lantern instead. His heart ached with a love for you that he couldn’t understand sometimes. It was little things like that, it made him think he could love you until his heart gave out.

He reached into his other pocket, held out a lighter, and handed it to you. You held up the lantern and he hesitated. It was only after you nodded that he flicked the flame to life. He placed it back in his pocket and behind him, his friend came closer to record the moment.

“Come on, grab the lantern and make a wish.”

“But it’s your lantern.”

“Lee Minho, so help me, if you don’t grab on and make a wish with me...”

Across the way, flickering yellows and oranges began to fly higher in the sky. He grabbed the other side of the lantern and together, the two of you raised it higher and higher. After your arms couldn’t stretch anymore, your fingers let go.

You smiled as you watched it go further and further away. Above the people’s heads, above the buildings, and further and further into the night sky. Your eyes didn’t leave, even when it blended into a crowd of other lights.

Awe and endearment flooded the area. Shouts of joy and flickers of laughter. No matter what people wished tonight, for once, it felt like it’d be okay. Whatever hurt and whatever harm had touched people’s lives, tonight was the start of something different.

Every light had a story and each one was a flicker of hope. Into the air, into the sky, and over buildings. Tonight, you weren’t sure where your lantern would land, it’d be up to the universe to decide.

“So what’d you wish for?”

You began to spin around at the sound of Minho’s voice. “I wished for-” You gasped and a hand slammed over your mouth. A few feet away, Minho was down on one knee with a box holding a ring.

“Are you joking?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke. An emotional lump was forming in your throat. Tears blurred your eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” You vigorously nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks. “A thousand times yes!”

Before he could get up, you collapsed down beside him. He didn’t get a chance to speak because you threw your arms around his shoulders. You pressed your head into the side of his neck as a choked out sob fell from your lips.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Why are you crying?”

“Because,” you weakly squeaked as you pulled away from his body. “This was my wish. I wanted our relationship to last forever.”

“I guess we both got our wishes tonight. My wish was that you’d say yes.” He chuckled and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “Can we get up now? I’d like to make it official and put a ring on it.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you pulled your arms away. You allowed him to help pull you up. Your hand stuck out and he began to stick a ring on your finger.

“That might be true, but I’m your idiot.” He gently grabbed your ring finger and slid on the ring. “Now I’m your idiot forever. Come on, stop crying.” He wiped away more of your tears.

“I can’t help it, I’ve always dreamed of this. How’d you know this is what I wanted? The floating lights and everything?” Your eyes searched his, but all he offered with a soft hum and a shrug.

“Love is a mystery like that sometimes.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Come on,” he slowly turned you around. “Let's watch the lanterns, shall we?” An arm wrapped around your shoulders.

With a final sniffle, you let your head lean against his shoulder. Everything was just as perfect as you’d imagine it to be. Nothing anyone could do would ever be able to top this moment.

Minho glanced over his shoulder and his friend gave him a thumbs up. He stopped the recording and disappeared back into the crowd of people. Tomorrow, Minho would make you watch the video and he’d tease you for your dramatic reaction.

Tonight, you were just two people whose wishes came true beneath floating lanterns and that was enough for him.

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h3rmess · 4 months ago

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WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

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9) - What?

“What was that?” You can feel the intensity of his look through the phone.

You decide to play dumb and respond, “What was what?”

He just gives you a knowing look before scoffing, “You know what ya said.”

You clear your throat before attempting to change the subject. “I’m really thirsty right now.” You say before pushing yourself off of your bed and picking up a water bottle you had placed on your desk.

“Tell me what you said.” He demanded, refusing to forget about your previous topic of conversation.

“Not happening.” You argued back.

“Okay, fine. I won’t forget about this though.” He chuckles softly, sitting up in his bed.

You prop your phone back up, this time sitting at your desk and turning on your desk lamp before switching off the other lights in your room. As you walk back into the frame, you sit down on your desk chair with a huff.

“Why are you still here anyway?” You question him.

“It’d be rude to leave, no? Plus, I wanna get to know ya.” He looks off to the side for a second before turning off his lights as well.

“Stop copying me.” You joke, referring to the fact that he turned his lights off after you did.

“Stop copying me.” He mocked with a grin.

You looked at him, unamused, causing him to frown slightly. You laughed quietly at him.

You see his eyes widen, and then watch as he squints, moving his face closer to the camera.

“What’s that behind you?” He inquires, causing you to whip your head around at an unbelievable speed. He swears he hears your neck crack.

“What’s what?” You look around cautiously. “Is there a bug?”

He snickers at your reaction. “Yer seriously scared?”

“Uh, yeah? What if there’s a spider and it crawls on my face while I’m asleep?” You propose a situation.

“I guess that’s fair. But fer real, I was talkin’ ‘bout the paper and stuff on yer wall.”

You turn around to look at the notes you had hanging up.

“Oh, it’s just chemistry. I’ve got a test soon.” You inform him as he nods, almost impressed.

“Studious and pretty, huh? You’ve got a lot going for ya.” He compliments as you catch a glimpse of his chest, leaving you hot and at a loss for words.

“So you really do think I’m pretty?” You ask shyly.

“Sure do. Ya think I’m attractive too?” He questions back, his bold approach making you weak.

“Yeah…” is all you can muster up the courage to reply with.

“Yer so quiet now…” He remarks. “Tired?”

You shake your head profusely, wanting to keep talking to him.

“Good, I like hearing yer voice, so stay on call with me.”

You audibly gasp at what he says. Was he always this much of a flirt?

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feinyan · 6 months ago

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Hello! How are you doing??

Can I request cute and fluffy moments with damon and kai? Like just silly cute daily stuff they do with reader

MOMENTS WITH THEM featuring. damon maitsu, kai monteago and wolfgang akire.

hiii i hope this fits what you'd requested. hope you enjoy it. some actual writing and some small silly headcanons ! i see all your requests and ill try my best to work. expect another post maybe after christmas! three feinyan posts in a week .. who is this …?

# damon maitsu

laying on the couch together, resting practically atop of him, face close to his own with your body positioned between his legs. elbows digging into his chest as you ramble and giggle on endlessly about your day. he’ll suddenly raise move hands, sliding them toward your waist and giving it a big squeeze. the cold fingers against your bare skin catch you off guard, and it sends you tumbling down (not a very far distance, albeit) with your head into his chest. he snickers at you with a smug grin as you give him a lecture.

internally fights himself to not completely melt into your touch. he feels like a dumbass when he does. its conflicting. standing in front of him, fingers intertwined within his own, leaning in close enough to feel his breath against your skin. parting your lips and sliding a thigh in between his own, he stumbles backwards, pulling away from your touch. the two of you sort of shoot looks at each other in confusion. damon, a flustered mess, muttering to slow down and give him a second to process it. he wants it, but hes nervous. too nervous to process your touch, too nervous to process even just the way he feels. if things go too quick for him, he feels like his brain will turn to mush. these type of moments make you giggle. a humored hum escaping your lips whilst he gives you an embarrassed look, biting his lip whilst unable to refute your laughter. but you don’t mind it with ill intent, and he’s aware of that. his need for your patience, his nervous grin, his shaking fingers. its all too cute when he overheats in the moment.

soooo annoying in the morning. its a daily occurrence. grumbles about still being tired, burying his face into your chest in order to shield his eyes from the sunlight interrupting through the blinds. you’ll literally have to drag him out of bed or annoy him with whining and babbling till he wakes up if you want to get anything done on time. such a sleepy love bug, clinging to you as if he didn’t have a care in the world showing affection.

rough with how he touches you. always. in a way, its a reminder of him. something you like. something special. his way of attempting to be gentle with you yet always managing to be harsh with his fingers or lips is amusing, so you feed him praise nonetheless.

i think he would lean on you a lot. if you’re short enough, he stands behind you, hands on your head and resting his own atop of them.

communicates with you with eye contact. if you’re out with friends and he wants something, he’ll indicate it with his eyes. annoyed? rolls his eyes. confused? gives you a weirded out stare. silly stuff like that. you’ve practically mastered damon eye language by now.

coldest hands. literally ever. his body always feels like he’s ridded with frostbite, stranded in the midst of a winter storm. even in summer.

# kai monteago

pathetic. full stop. has a habit of running to you whilst whining, burying his head into the crook of your neck or clothing, and begging for protection from you. ‘baaaaaaby, damons picking on me again. say something to him! tell him to leave me alooooooneee …’

always caught up on petty celebrity drama and gossips about it with you. texts you as soon as he hears something new, always making sure to keep you updated. bursting into your room, closing the door abruptly behind him whilst throwing himself against your mattress, phone in hand. ‘guessssss what i just found out!’ rambling about dumb internet drama was a topic frequently brought up between the two of you, whether its a hot topic going around the internet as of now, or something he just happenedddd to stumble across. and just happenedddd to tell you about it in detail the minute he heard.

sends pictures of himself to you almost every time you’re apart. he misses you, and he wants you to see his gorgeous face even when you’re apart! constant facetimes, a lot of texts updating you on his day or whining about work, etc.

dummy who uses internet slang with you expecting you to immediately understand. and when you don’t, he acts like its the most shocking thing in the world. ‘babe. how do you not know what rizz means?? its literally everywhere!’

takes pictures of literally everything for social media. food? check. scenery? check. himself? double check.

you two do your nails together .. or you’ll try out makeup products or little trinkets you’d found on each other.

alwaaaays takes you out when he goes shopping. never goes without you, its just routine. thrifting, expensive, grocery, anything. its as if he couldn’t make decisions without you there.

takes pictures of you so often! he just love loves looking at you, whether or not you look inherently ‘good’ or not. he always thinks you look lovely. he def has a photo album of you.

# wolfgang akire

has a routine to leave a kiss against your forehead every morning. even if the two of you are just spending a day in bed together, whether you’re awake or not when he’s preparing to leave for work. he’ll brush your hair out of the way, gently placing his lips against your forehead with a quiet, ‘i love you, i’ll see you soon, my darling’ as to not wake you up.

frequently showers with you. not in a sexual way, but in a way where you two just view each other in such a vulnerable state. a way of being closest to each other in a way nobody else could, giggling or talking over the loud pounding of the water hitting the shower floor, washing each other. wolfie running his fingers through your hair, thoroughly scrubbing at your scalp in order to wash any excess soap out. humming softly, his eyes steadily locked on his working fingers as he’d mutter out a usual, quiet, ‘hold still, i’m almost done sweetheart.’

kisses parts of your body you’re insecure about. scars, moles, any feature you dislike. but he just can’t find a way to dislike anything about you, he cherishes every part of your body, and he won’t forget to remind you of that.

frequently takes toshiko out on little adventures with you. to an arcade, an amusement park. anywhere wolfie thinks both of you will have fun. to him, seeing two people he loves, a girl whose like a little sister to him and you, someone who he’d go to hell and back for giggling and chatting together warms his heart in an unexplainable way.

lends you clothes. usually his sweaters or jacket, but he just wants you to be warm, hes always concerned if you two are out in the winter. bundles you up in a jacket, a scarf wrapped around your neck and big poofy gloves covering your hands.

sends you lovely, sweet messages randomly. throughout the day, he’ll ask if you’ve eaten or what you plan to do today. he’ll call you on break or when given the opportunity. hes always making sure he has time for you, and maybe worrying a little too much.

calm, rarely argues with you. its reassuring the way he listens to you and understands you.

def surprises you with your favorite types of food or flowers after a long day! he knows just how to take care of you.

sometimes he'll come home in a bad mood after work, and you can return the favor! surprising him with things he enjoys, making him a nice warm meal or just comforting him. your words with each other mean a lot.

@ feinyan

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago

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You don’t get to tell me about sad

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a/n part two! Thank you for everyone who read the first one. So glad some of you liked it so much. 🫧🤍

summary: Azriel gets an assignment he can’t seem to decline. Now he has a princess full of attitude under his protection. The only question is whose cold heart will break first.

warning: past trauma, scars

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“No threats, nothing," Azriel dropped the report down on the table. Rhys had been the one to go meet with Autumn’s high lord. Bringing back the reports of everything that had been happening the past three days. “Eris said that everyone still thinks she’s there," Rhys stated. They planned on spinning a lie about you visiting an old relative, but it was better if the people who had inflicted the first attack would be misled about your true location.

“This could have been a one-time thing," Cassian hums, flipping through the report himself. “Or someone is waiting for the right moment," Rhys links his fingers together, resting his chin on them. “Why her?”, Cassian frowns. Yeah, Azriel asked that too at first. You didn’t seem to be magically gifted. There was nothing special about you, as far as he was aware. “Eris said she’s a weak link," the spymaster muttered.

“They’re close? That would explain things," and Cassian was right there. Love might be the worst weapon to have. Once, it slipped into the wrong hands. Azriel let out a sigh.

“Considering how he delivered the news, he loves her a lot. I believe, besides Lucien, she’s the closest to him." If he was being truthful, he hadn’t given it much thought. Here in Velaris, he could leave you on your own devices for the most part, at least. He didn’t need to trail after you. There was no need. Azriel had eyes almost everywhere.

“We’ll figure something out. I will ask around to see if something is stirring." Rhys leans back, his eyes now fixed on Azriel, “How are you?”. Azriel tries to hold back to not roll his eyes. “I’ve been fine for two weeks ago." And he was. Yes, his left side still hurt. The scar was deep and rather long. Rapping around his ribcage. Not to mention that he had pulled the stitches out way too many times. “Don’t start this," Rhys says bluntly.

“I could be up at the camps doing what I do best," Azriel points out. Itching to pick this topic back up. “Dying in the snow?"—that was a straight blow from his brother. Rhys hadn’t been able to say it out loud for the first couple of weeks. The thought of Azriel dying had messed with his head. “I said no, so it’s a no. Plus, you have a new responsibility," Rhys states firmly, and Azriel knows that there is no use in nagging him any further. “Counting days till she’s out of my sight," he mutters beneath his breath, standing up to leave. He just forgot to mean the words he spoke.

Velaris was different from what you had imagined it to be. In a good way, but it still wasn’t home. The ever-green trees almost bugged you. It was all too alive. Too bright. You missed the deep oranges. The crunching of the leaves beneath your feet. Rhys tried to be a caring host by giving you an autumn-themed room, but that only left a bitter taste in your mouth. So even if you had been advised by their healer to keep all weight off your swollen ankle for a while, you still found yourself, pulling away the decorations and shoving away the autumn theme blankets, the little trinkets.

You tried to keep out of everyone’s hair. Choosing to take your food into your room. But the four walls were starting to drive you mad. You had tasted freedom, and you didn’t want to be back there. Locked up. Hidden. Forgotten. So when your eyes landed on the two males sparing in the front yard, you, of course, first observed them from your window. Watching through the curtains and then pushing back.

“You should be resting your leg," Azriel hadn’t even turned to face you when his voice found you. A slight smirk tugging at your lips. He had been avoiding you. Or maybe you were too full of yourself. Maybe he was just busy. There was no requirement for him to be at your side twenty-four-seven.

“You’re a shit bodyguard if you didn’t know that I've been doing just that for the past three days," you muse, stepping closer to the racks of weapons that line their training ground. Fingers l brushing over a set of onyx black daggers. “Madja said at least a couple of weeks," Azriel points out, reaching to rewrap his knuckles. “And I said that I'm bored, and now we are here," you purr, lifting one of the daggers, feeling out the weight as you twist your wrist. You could feel Azriel’s eyes. Watching you. Following your every move.

“Or you just wanted a closer look at this“, the male next to him, who you had come to learn was Cassian, smirks, gesturing to his bare chest. Abs glistening with sweat. Yeah, the view wasn’t bad. Autumn males, at least the ones you know, didn’t compare. “And I thought this one was full of himself." You hooked your thumb at Azriel, rolling your eyes.

He shakes his head, “Would it hurt you to say my name?”, "Yes, Mr. Tree, trunk up my ass." You give him the most obnoxious smile you could master. Earning a deep growl from the spymaster in return. Until your eyes landed on the wooden bow, neatly placed on the ground by the buckets of water. “I want to shoot arrows," you mutter, pointing to the weapon, making Azriel’s gaze follow suit.

He let out a small snort, “Have you ever held a bow in your delicate hands?”. That prick. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Oh, news flash, he is also a sexist,” you hiss. Rounding his side to reach for the arrows. “I just don’t want you falling and tripping once again, princess," he teases in an almost mocking tone. You step closer to him. You doubt that he finds you intimidating, considering that you need to look up to even meet his gaze. But your face stays ice cold as you point to the bow, “Give it to me." He doesn’t move at first. As if on purpose. Giving you extra time to look at him. His face. There is a light scar over his right eyebrow. It’s not all that visible. Unless you take your time to… but, your little daydream is cut short by a bow being shoved at your chest. You nearly lose your footing. And just like that, you are snapped out of your daze.

“Don’t start crying when you miss," Azriel says, too full of himself as always. Leaning on the side beam like a smug, fucking cat. Too bad you grew up among five arrogant males. Six if you include that sadist of a father. That’s enough for the amber to catch fire deep within your chest. You line the arrow up. Taking a deep breath. Eyes falling to the target at the edge of the field ahead. And then it’s muscle memory as you let it loose. The first one hit the bull's eye. A satisfied smile speeds on your face as you reach for the second and third. You’re petty like that. Not in the mood to give Azriel a chance to call it fool’s luck.

A loud chuckle fills your ears, and then someone is nudging your shoulder. “She handed you your ass on a silver plate, brother." Cassian’s laughter booms, and you can’t help but match his grin. “Choke on the dust," you muse, flipping him off as you twist away from him. But Azriel is quick as always, grasping your elbow as he spin you back. “Know your place," he says through gritted teeth. Nostrils flaring.

“Maybe you should show me my place," you mutter, crossing an x on his chest. You yank your hand from his grip, glancing at Cassian, “Put the dog on the leash." Azriel curses, making Cassian snort, before the general starts barking, moving to the side to tackle his brother. You shake your head, continuing to walk away. Only catching a faint warning from Azriel, “Don’t fucking encourage it.”

Azriel chose to leave you alone for the rest of the day. Yet he could deny it all he wanted, but the shots were clean. Not to mention that he was almost relieved that you had left your room. A burden or not, he didn’t want you just rotting between the four walls. So he’s not all that surprised when your figure steps out onto the balcony. A lantern in your hand. One that you carefully place on the ledge before placing your hand on the stones. Stepping on your tiptoes, leaning to look over the edge.

"Snooping", the sudden sound of his voice makes you jump, your elbow hitting the lantern and pushing it over the edge. “You’re insane. Absolute sociopath," you gasp, hand on your chest as you try to wipe the threat from your face.

“You’re pathetic if that made you scared," Azriel shrugs, stepping out for the shadows. It wasn’t pathetic. He knew that. If he didn’t want to be seen, no one would see him. So blaming this on you was lame, but he could excuse it. For now. “You’re a creep," you hiss, leaning over the edge to look for the broken glass, now scattered on the ground. “Who sits in the dark like that?”, you ask, shaking your head and pulling your ginger hair over to one side. Fidgeting with the ends. That’s a new habit, Azriel thinks to himself, one he hadn’t yet observed.

You just shake your head once you don’t receive an answer from him. Eyes darting up the sky. It’s almost pitch black. The last traces of orange and deep purple are coloring the very edges of the horizon. “The sky is beautiful here as well," you breathe out. Not sure why. It felt stupid to get sentimental with that crazy man behind you. “It is," Azriel admits, forcing his eyes from your frame to lift to the sky. But the stars only manage to hold his attention for so long. Before they glance right back down at you, Azriel can’t tell from your face, but he feels the wave of sadness crashing into his chest.

And not even a heartbeat later you speak up again. “I usually take walks with the dogs in the evening, so... old habits die hard. I feel the itch." It’s an almost bitter chuckle that slips past your lips as you speak. Azriel walks close to the railing. “I feel the same if I don’t get to work late at night," he’s not sure why he’s even saying that. Admitting something that you don’t need to know. Or probably care to know. Your nose screeches up. “That’s a weird thing to like," you mutter. Azriel rolls his eyes, “Stomping through the woods isn’t any better.”

The breeze picks up. Chasing the last bits of warmth away. Making you wrap your arms around yourself tighter, but you don’t step back. Don’t move to head inside. “So, you’re a working late and sleep-in type of guy," you mutter. Azriel realizes it then. You’re here because you don’t want to be alone. Force-pushing the conversation to keep someone else in your company. Flashes of the basement flicker through his mind.

“No, I wake up early," he answers, a heartbeat too late, and yet you’re still nodding along. “So, no sleep type of guy," you mutter beneath your breath. The darkness is now fully draping over you two. Hiding you both from the world. “And you’re a talk just to listen to yourself speak type of girl," Azriel points out, making you huff. “And here, I thought we were having a moment." He watches as you turn around, shaking your head. “Jumping to conclusions kind of girl too," he says firmly, and this time it’s enough to drag a little chuckle from your lips as your head falls back ever so slightly.

But the distant pain doesn’t leave your eyes when you glance back at him. “Did Eris say anything by any chance?”, you mutter. A part of Azriel considers lying. Twisting the truth. A white lie. But he can’t bring himself to. Too many people were already keeping you in the dark, so he mutters a quiet, "No." Watching as you nod way too eagerly at his answer, “Of course, delighted to get rid of the troublemaker," there was that pained smile at the end as you finally chose to spread the distance between you two. “Lucien is coming tomorrow, though," Azriel points out, your tense shoulders easing ever so slightly. You don’t say anything as you reach for the glass door.

“Are you going to sleep?”, Azriel asks, almost cringing himself out. What was this sound of desperation? He didn’t fucking care what you did. “Not yet. I will walk in the garden for a bit." You gesture to the fields wrapping around the house. Azriel nods firmly, “Keep to the upper parts; don’t go past the rose garden if you get by the white... ”, “Okay, okay, mother... Tie me to your chair and watch me wilt away while you’re at it," you huff, your lips thinning into a tight line. “I’ll finish some work and come to do a room sweep," the spymaster says in an almost demanding manner. You simply raise your hand to your forehead, saluting him with a quiet “Yes, sir," before disappearing into the house.

It took Azriel way longer to get through his usual routine. He liked his office tidy for his morning working session. So at night, even if he was tired to his bones, he made the effort to sort through every pile of documents. Arrange them neatly. When he finally made it up to the top floor, where your room was located, it was well past midnight. Azriel knew that he could just drop it. He didn’t have to show up and check the room. Yet he still stood there right by your door.

"Princess," he knocked gently, not really in the mood to startle you once again tonight. You might be small and fierce, but everyone has a limit. When no response follows, he tries again: "Yn, it’s Azriel, can I come in?”, but still nothing. He could just walk in, but you weren’t a prisoner per se. “This is your last warning," he says, waiting for a heartbeat before pushing onto the handle.

It was dead quiet in the room. He would have concluded that you might not have returned yet if not for the mess that your bed was. He frowns slightly. Following the line of blankets that lead to the fireplace. And here you are. Curled by the fire, all the blankets dragged from the bed. Piles of books scattered all around you. He didn’t know that you had gone to the library. Or maybe this was Nesta’s doing. In that case, he didn’t wish to find out what was written in them. Azriel scannes the room. His eyes fell on the pens and pencils on the table. A sketchbook. A strange feeling kindled in Azriel’s chest. He has a pad just like that. Kept it in his leathers. So if he feels the urge or if something captures his attention begging to be sketched, he could easily do so.

Azriel steps closer, trying not to leave evidence of looking through your stuff. It makes him uneasy just how close you are to the fireplace, but then. Flame calls to flame. He knows that he should turn away. Just leave you be. There’s no danger here. He knows it. But he finds himself stepping forward, kneeling by your body. He hasn’t seen you so peacefully innocent before. He only knew the frowning, tantrum-throwing princess.

Tilting his head to the side, he tries to drink your features in. You were a Vanserra. The resemblance to Eris and Lucien was there. But a much softer version. With freckles all over your face. Long eyelashes. Your hair was more ginger than fire-red. But then his gaze halted. Your left shoulder was bare. The very top of your breast... a scar. It was a scare that made him halt. On your collarbone. And then two lines going beneath your shirt. Azriel’s scowl only deepened at the sight of one more white line at the side of your throat. “What did they do to you?", he mutters quietly. But it’s enough to make your eyes snap open as you jolt up. And once again, there’s a dagger aimed at Azriel’s throat, this time from the side. The very tip pressing into his flesh.

“What the fuck?", you huff, lowering your hand. “That’s a much better aim. You’re learning fast, princess." Azriel tries to keep his face cool as he steps back. Standing tall. “Why are you here standing over me like that?”, you scowl, pulling the blanket tighter over your shoulders.

“I just came to check the room," Azriel says, moving his gaze to the window. Anything was better now than looking into your burning eyes. “And decided that you can just let yourself in," you say, pushing to stand up. “You were on the floor by the fire; who knows, maybe you were lying there dead?", Azriel bits back, gesturing at the mess you had created. It was embarrassing that he had seen it. No one was supposed to see it. A bitter laugh slips past your lips, “You wish that would be...", and in a blink of an eye, he is there. Inches away from you. Hand reaching for your hair. No doubt he had thought about just yanking it back but decided against it at the last minute.

“Don’t finish that," he says, opting for a warning finger once more. As if he’s scolding a child. “Or what?", you flash your teeth at him. Pretending to bite the very tip of his finger. “You love picking fights, huh?", he straightens, smothering his hair back. The slight curls falling over his forehead. “You love changing the subject, huh?”, you mock back in the same tone. “You might just be one of the most frustrating things that came out of autumn," and you can see that he probably didn’t even mean to say it out loud. But he did. And now you two were standing in the aftermath of it. Your hands curling into fists. “Thing...", you smile at him, “How sweet of you; ladies probably drop their pants for that," and here it was that cold, cold look on your face. "Out," you hiss, now pointing Azriel to the door. Dismissing him.

The next morning is rather awkward. Azriel finds you in the sunroom of the house. Your legs tugged beneath you. You don’t lift your head, and he says nothing. Taking his usual spot by the window to drink his coffee. It unsettles him. The silence. He doesn’t want you to feel like he’s some creepy stalker. Maybe you both should settle the ground rules. Talk about the situation. But once he finally finds the courage to open his mouth, the door opens. A gasp slips past your lips as you jump up, rushing to the male standing in the doorway.

"Luci," you breathe, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. The warmth he carried seeping into your body. “My little flicker," he mutters against your hair, leaving a couple of kisses on the side of your head. "Azriel," Lucien nods in acknowledgment. Azriel follows his movement. “I’ve got it from here”, Luci smiles at the spymaster, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“What’s going on?”, you mutter against his chest, refusing to let go. “What did Eris say?”, your brother asks, and it’s enough to make you pull back. “I don’t give a fuck about what he said," you grunt. “I want to know what you know," you demand. You have a full right to. Lucien holds your gaze for a moment before letting out a tired sigh, “We will be heading back for a bit." You shake your head, turning away from him.

“I will tell you as soon as I can, I promise," he says as he steps forward, holding you by your shoulder as he lowers his forehead to lean against you.“Why are we going back?” It’s a whisper, but blood runs thicker than water. And you need to stick together, as you always did. Even if you still don’t understand anything, “There is a public outing. He needs us by his side." That makes you chuckle, “I also needed him by my side in case anyone was wondering.”.

"Yn," Lucien sighs, but you shake your head. “You don’t get to make me feel bad for him." It’s selfish, you know that. But they had sworn to protect you, and this feels like the opposite of it. “He’s figuring this out too; be kind," Lucien mumbles, pulling your hands into his and squeezing them. “Come on, you’ll get to watch the joy on Azriel’s face when I tell him that he’ll have to spend a couple of nights in autumn," he nudges you, making you smile ever so slightly, “Now that I can get behind”.

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foldingfittedsheets · 1 year ago

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One of my earlier jobs in life was at a little pizza place. I worked there when it was first starting up. It’s the only job I’ve ever been fired from.

Anyway! For this story to make sense I’ve first got to set the stage. This pizza place started out as the Wild West of management but one of the original investors was super committed to work programs through the prison. We hired a ton of ex convicts and they were all, to a one, super hyped on Christianity. Like born again for the sole purpose of lauding Christ with their every breath.

I was raised without any religion which I liked very well. Throughout my life people have tried to inform me about their religion and I end up deeply resenting it. I’m good. I’m vibing. I’m staying in my lane. I’ve also had more than enough microaggressions for being queer that I get skittish around people who are especially devout.

I hadn’t been working there long but I’d definitely noticed the Jesus bug had gone around, I tried to steer clear of the topic for my own safety as much as possible.

The day our story takes place, I was folding boxes. Anyone whose ever worked pizza can attest, there’s so much box folding. It’s something that happens at every lull, the pizza machine demands box folding on a grand and epic scale.

On my right folding his stack of boxes was a guy wider than he was tall, made of pure muscle, Corey. He was newer on staff, and due to a stutter he didn’t talk much. All I knew about him was that he got hired through the rehabilitation program and had done time.

On my left folding was a tall middle-aged woman who loved to yell at me, Cindy. She and I rubbed each other the wrong way and had nothing in common, leading to a tense working relationship.

We folded boxes in silence. This was really my best case scenario as a quiet Cindy was a Cindy not riding my ass, and Corey intimidated me.

But the weight of the silence grew too much for Cindy, who finally said, “I really want to go to bible school.”

I folded a box. I had less than no idea what bible school even was and I didn’t want to get sucked into a religious topic.

On my right Corey said, “W-why, Cindy?”

“Well, cause I believe what’s in the Bible, but I just don’t know it all.”

He nodded sagely to this.

Cindy continued, “And every time I sit down to read the Bible I get real sleepy. And I know it’s the devil.”

It’s so hard to convey her tone in written format. It was delivered with the emphasis and exasperation of an inevitable inconvenience. Like, I just know it’s the squirrels eating the bird seed.

I froze in place at this pronouncement. My only exposure to Lucifer was Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics and I was trying to mentally twist into a frame of mind where The Morningstar cared enough about this one middle aged lady expanding her knowledge of the Bible that he followed her around cursing her with sleepiness when she picked it up.

I think I expected Corey to say, “Well that’s silly,” or something to acknowledge what a bizarre thing Cindy had just said.

Instead he said, “Yeah!” In a tone of complete agreement.

I didn’t look up. I tried to keep my face neutral at this development.

But something must have shown. Corey said, “You don’t believe in God?”

I shrugged casually and said, “If I did I wouldn’t talk about it at work.”

“C-cause it’s t-true. If y-you t-ry to r-read the B-bible on unsanctif-fied gr-round the d-devil m-makes you s-sleepy!”

I made a noncommittal sound and fled into the back room.

Over the next week it drove me crazy though. The logic of it wouldn’t leave me alone so finally one day when it was just Corey and I in front, and the restaurant was empty, I said, “Hey man, I have a question.”

He shrugged and listened.

“I really don’t mean this with any disrespect, I just genuinely want to know about the logistics-“

“J-ust ask.”

“Okay, so if Cindy gets tired when she reads any book, is it only the devil making her tired when it’s the Bible?”

His face went purple with fury and he yelled, “F-fuck you!” at my retreating back as I fled once more into the back room.

It will forever remain a mystery.

#ramblies #story #funny #as a caveat I don’t mean this story with any offense if you’re religious #but I think to assume that you’re being targeted specifically by a cosmic entity who rivals god is an insane hubris #the idea of a devil is already wild cause like he punishes bad people in the mythos so it seems like he's committed to people #paying for bad behavior rather than trying to trick them into it? but everyone treats lucifer like a boogey man which is weird to me #ffs foibles

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man-i-love-fanfiction · 5 months ago

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To Share the Space with Simple Living Things - Hozier x Fem!Florist!Reader

Chapter 6: Pink Camellias - Longing For You

Summary: Andy stops by on a particularly stressful day, and a different favorite customer gives you a bit of a rude awakening.

Word Count: 2442

Author's Note: Hey my lovelies! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback I've received from so many of you since the last chapter. Enjoy this chapter, this one and the next one are going to be on the shorter side to prepare for an upcoming behemoth i have planned ;)

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fic under the cut <3

So far, your day was terrible, which meant it was on par with the rest of your week.

Everything you had detailed on that late night phone call to Andy a few weeks ago had only gotten worse. The date for foreclosure was slowly approaching, your debt nearly canceled out by the sheer amount of customers you were getting recently. You could only imagine it had just become an online trend to… be nice to your partner? Whatever the incentive was, it was helping out the business, but not so much your wallet.

You often brought your frustrations to Andy, and he was so supportive it made your heart ache. Even though he’d explicitly stated often that it was completely fine for you to vent to him like this, you apologized profusely every time. This is how talking to him would start, though after a few minutes they diverged to a million other topics.

This was exactly the kind of conversation you were planning on having when he visited you today. And you couldn't wait. A countdown of the seconds until he walked in was playing in your brain.

One, two, three.

You needed the break from your life that talking to Andy offered you.

_Four, five, six._

You craved the stability, how even if your life was crumbling before you, you would always be able to find him in the rubble.

Seven, eight, nine.

He wasn't your sole motivator to keep going, but he definitely helped.

Ten—

"Hey there.”

Uncharacteristically perfect timing.

You pulled your attention away from the clock on the wall to catch your first glimpse of him for the day. For the first time since you’d met him, he was wearing a hat, a black baseball cap with some logo on it you didn't recognize. His hair was tied back into a bun. Though he had his attempts at being stylish from time to time, today was not one of them, his zip-up hoodie and jeans making it evident that today was not a day where he felt like trying. Maybe he was having as crappy of a day as you were. Just in case he was, you greeted him with more enthusiasm in your voice than usual.

“Hi! How's it going?”

“Pretty alright, actually,” he started, before continuing his sentence with a question that seemed to give you a headache simply by hearing it. “How are you?”

You sighed before you spoke, grimacing just at the thought of your emotions.

“I am so stressed that talking about how stressed I am will only make me more stressed. I need a change of pace. And topic.”

He picked up what you were putting down immediately, something that had become almost like second nature to him. A good distraction.

“There was something I’ve been meaning to ask you, now that you've reminded me.”

Oh no.

The thoughts of what he could possibly have to ask you began to cloud your mind, and some of the various possibilities made your heart beat much faster than it should. When he started so say something again, there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. Unusual for you, since you’d grown so accustomed to him being more confident in your presence, but you let him speak.

“So… ehm… my birthday’s coming up in a couple of weeks. To celebrate, some of my friends and I are gonna go to the pub and I was wondering if you'd like to come along.”

To say you were relieved was an understatement. The wide smile on your face was an answer in itself, but you responded anyway.

“Andy, I’d love to.”

“Great! Grand. I’ll mark you down as saying ‘yes’.”

“There’s no way I’d say no. Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

A smile, almost the same as your own, grew on his lips.

“By the way, this will be a genuine get-together. You’ll get to meet some of my other friends, as well.”

You feigned shock.

“So it's not just me and this Alex fellow you talk about?”

“No. Contrary to popular belief, I do have more than just two friends.”

You both let out your own laughs, almost in unison with one another. To be joking around with someone you trusted and kept so close… for a moment, it helped you believe everything was alright.

“I’m excited to celebrate with everyone,” you said, sincerity returning to your tone. “Get ready for a present for the ages. For the history books, even.”

He shook his head in denial, stopping your excitement in its tracks.

“Y/N, you don't have to get me anything . I’m a grown man, I’ll live if I don't get a birthday present.”

“Well, I’m a grown woman and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't get you anything. So let me-”

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door ringing.

You peeked behind him at who had just walked in. You had to look down to meet her gaze, and when you realized you recognized her weathered face, you smiled.

“Violet! Great to see you! I’ll be right with you.”

Andy tilted his head at your exclamation.

“Violet?”

“Remember when I said you were tied for the title of my favorite customer with a little old lady? I wasn't joking. Meet your competitor.”

You watched as he looked over his shoulder, his head turning to be met with a small, older woman with gray hair and possibly the warmest smile you’d ever seen. Clutching onto purse with one hand like her life depended on it, she gave him a small wave.

“I think I’ll shut myself up for now. You have actual clients to get to.”

“Alright. I’ll come by your work tomorrow. Oh, and about your birthday. Just text me the time and the address and I’ll be there. With an amazing present because you can't stop me.”

A small smile, the kind that barely showed his teeth, spread across his face.

“Thank you. I will see you then.”

He waved goodbye, and you could’ve sworn you saw ink smudged on the side of his hands.

Both of you watched as he left, though with different intentions behind your gazes. You pulled your eyes away when he left, almost afraid to keep your gaze on him. Violet's eyes, however, seemed to linger, from shock more than anything else. Once he was out of both of your fields of vision, you returned to facing each other.

Violet had become part of your routine, and you slowly became part of each other's lives. Every time she came in, she talked to you about anything on her mind. Yet for the chatterbox that she was, she managed to be an enigma for you. She came in monthly, on the first day of the month, always ordering flowers as a centerpiece for when her “group of ladies” came around. You couldn't tell if she was in a book club or a coven, but neither answer would surprise you. In as sweet a tone as ever, she initiated your conversation.

“I’ve been here a thousand times, but I don't think I’ve ever seen that man before. Who was that?”

“Oh, that's Andy. He's my…”

You couldn't quite find the words to complete that sentence. Andy was your friend, obviously, but the word felt so odd, almost bitter on your tongue. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. To save yourself any pain, you tiptoed around it.

“He works at the tattoo parlor a few blocks away. He visits me sometimes.”

“He seems like such a sweet young man.”

“He is! He really is.” You nodded.

Violet, despite her years of living and likely unlimited wisdom, found nothing wrong with her next sentence.

“I don't mean to pry, but I had no idea you were dating someone! How long have you two been together?"

Your eyes widened so much you were afraid they would pop out of your skull. What in the world could have made her ask that? Why did your palms get so clammy? Had someone turned up the heat?

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. “No, no, no. Andrew and I… we aren't dating. We're just friends.”

The older woman raised a quizzical brow, as if she didn't believe you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, Violet. I’d know if I was in a relationship.”

“Then, is he sure?”

“He's sure. too. We're not dating. We're friends. Friends.”

Were you trying to convince her or yourself?

She shook her head, accompanied by a tsk, tsk, tsk.

“What is it?”

“Dear, I’ve been around for… I’m not even sure how many years. I know a look filled with love when I see it. And the way that boy looks at you is the same look I’ve seen in loves that last lifetimes. It's the same look my wife gives me every single day. One of you should do something about that look.”

Her thorough analysis left you stunned. You attempted to put the pieces together in your brain, trying to mask your confusion as you did so.

“I’d never noticed that before.”

“Youth is wasted on the young. What’s the point of eyesight if you're not going to use it?”

You chuckled at that, though you also used it as a way to ignore the truth behind the statement. Did he look at you a certain way? Were you so deep into your oblivion that you just never noticed before? Or so deep into your own infatuation, too busy staring at him through your own eyes, to pay attention to how you might look through his? With all your newfound. overthinking all you could do was reply with a small, genuine smile.

“Thank you for that. I appreciate the advice.”

Violet was capricious in her conversation, easily distracted if you could get her back on the right track. In this moment, you utilized her fickleness to steer her back on track. Or at least, get the conversation back on the track you were comfortable with.

“Do you have a bouquet request?”

She thought for a moment, giving you a slow nod before she verbalized her answer.

“Well, it is starting to be spring time, and the girls and I just finished reading a Jane Austen novel, so love is in the air. Maybe focus on pink. I’ll let you handle the rest. I’ll be back later on to pick it up."

She placed the same vase she used monthly on the counter. It bounced back and forth between you two, exchanged each time you created a new arrangement. The only thing that changed was the color of the bow on the exterior.

“Sounds like a plan. Have a lovely day.”

“You too, dear.”

One last warm smile crossed her face before she went to leave. She shuffled her way out the door, leaving you room to get started.

Violet’s lenient instructions were perfect; it gave you a guideline, but mostly the creative control was in your hands. The only thing you had to keep in mind was pink.

The first idea your mind went to was pink camellias. They were in season, and with spring on the horizon, they were perfect. And you couldn't turn down adding them in when their meaning was so poetic. Longing for you. It tugged at your heartstrings just to think about it — how people from hundreds of years ago felt the same emotions, the same deep want or need for a person, as people do today. A feeling so strong they couldn't put it in words, or didn't trust themselves to say it. So they let a flower take its place.

Pink camellias had to be the focus.

Using the vase Violet had left behind, you worked the rest of your suggestions, mixing and matching until both beauty and semantics aligned. Pink roses, perfect happiness. Magenta zinnia, lasting affection. Mix in some white carnations for sweetness and innocence to break it up, and it was finished. The ladies were sure to love it, whether they were casting a spell or reading Jane Eyre.

For the first time in a few days, you wanted to feel calm. You had been too many things going on in your life for you to focus on being present.

There was so much stress looming over you recently. You were unsure just how much longer you would have your place of work. Your family and your friends all seemingly wanted you to be more ahead in your life than you were. You had a huge, almost debilitating crush on Andy, and he probably didn't reciprocate.

Andy. He had been there for you whenever you need to talk about all that was on your mind, his kindness never wavering. Even though he was receptive to you, there was still a sense of guilt for spilling your guts to him like that. You were there for him as well, of course, though he didn't have as many complaints about his daily life as you did. All his kindness and his attention only made you like him even more, only making you more nervous and stressed about liking him. It was a downward spiral, and an exceedingly dizzying one at that.

The flower shop was the only refuge you could have. When you weren't in a state of worry over orders or foreclosure, it was the part of your day that provided you the most comfort. You had the opportunity to make these beautiful works and showcase your creativity and here you were, taking it for granted. You needed to ground yourself, to take a breather, to be in the moment.

So in your moment of desperation, you turned to your flowers for comfort.

Being so exposed to the scent of the flowers every day for years meant you got used to them over time. You slowly got accustomed until you eventually couldn't even detect the unique aroma of your workplace.

You took a pause, and leaning over the arrangement, you took a deep breath.

You had literally stopped to smell the roses.

The more shocking part was that it worked. You had successfully grounded yourself by stopping to appreciate your surroundings. Surely that had to be a metaphor for something.

You were snapped out of your tranquility. Of course you were.

You heard a voice, slightly judgmental and maybe a bit concerned, from the other side of the room.

“What was that?”

You perked up at the sound of the bell above the door, and quickly pulled yourself away from the flowers.

“Nothing! How can I help you?”

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #writing #fanfic #hozier fanfic #hozier fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #to share the space with simple living things

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uramakimochi · 1 year ago

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Hi guys~ i hope you had a good Valentine's Day💗 (unlike me who have been single and a virgin all my life lmao🤙🥲)

VALENTINE'S DAY

Portgas D Ace x Reader (feat. Luffy and Sabo)

Warnings: just fluff, set when the ASL bros were children, use of Y/n, fem!R, maybe ooc Ace? i took inspo from a chapter of the story 'A New Start' from ao3.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

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"Valentine's Day?"

"What is that?"

"Probably stupid adult stuff"

Makino giggled when she saw the expressions of the three children in front of her. Luffy and Sabo were confused, while Ace didn't seem at all interested in the topic that casually came out of the woman's mouth.

"It's not just for adults, it's a day that applies to everyone. Valentine's Day is the day dedicated to love"

At those words she saw Sabo and Ace's cheeks redden, while Luffy continued to look at her, tilting his head.

"Usually during this day, engaged and married couples exchange gifts, flowers, sweets and celebrate their love. I find it very cute"

"I want to celebrate Valentine's Day too if i can eat!" Luffy exclaimed with a smile, making the woman laugh.

"Well if you want to celebrate Valentine's Day, then you have to find the person to spend the day with. Tell me children, isn't there any girl you like?" she then asked, looking at them one by one.

Ace and Sabo exchanged a look and Luffy pointed a finger at Ace.

“Ace likes Y/n!”

Ace immediately turned to his brother and punched him in the head.

SBONK!

"Ouch! You hurt me Ace!" Luffy shouted in pain.

Luffy began to whimper and rub the bump that was growing on his head, while Sabo looked at him with a pitying smile.

"I don't like Y/n! I don't like her at all!!" Ace retorted loudly.

But Makino easily noticed the child's freckled cheeks turning red as if they were two tomatoes.

"Yes, you like her!" Luffy replied. “Every day you keep talking about her and you always say that you can't wait to go back and play with her in the forest!”

Sabo and Makino chuckled and Ace looked at him annoyed, clenching his fists.

"And when me or Sabo want to play with Y/n, you always complain because you don't like it when we play with her!" continued the youngest. "And we know you always go to the village secretly so you can be the only one with her!"

"Shut up!"

Ace with a cry lunged at Luffy, ready to punch him on the head again, but Luffy ran to hide behind Sabo, who at the same time tried to stop Ace.

Makino crouched on the ground, hands on her knees.

“Hey Ace, why don’t you gift Y/n something?” she asked innocently, causing the three kids to freeze and turn to look at her. "I'm sure she would be very happy"

Ace looked at her sheepishly.

"B-But i don't have the faintest idea what to give her..." he muttered, lowering his gaze. "I don't want to give her something that she doesn't like..."

Luffy and Sabo exchanged glances and giggled in amusement, but before Ace could scold them, Makino called his attention.

"Try flowers. Almost all women like to receive flowers"

Ace felt his face get even redder.

"F-Flowers you said?"

Makino nodded.

"I think you can find a lot of beautiful flowers in the forest right? Y/n will be happy to know that you personally picked them for her"

"Yes! Y/n told me she likes the red and the yellow flowers!" Luffy exclaimed, raising a hand. "Oh! And she likes bugs too"

"Luffy we can't give Y/n bugs for Valentine's Day" Sabo sighed with a smile.

"You won't give anything to Y/n!" Ace suddenly blurted out, looking at them. "I'll be the only one to do it!"

Luffy stomped his foot on the ground with a pout on his lips, annoyed by Ace's jealous behavior.

"Ugh! That's not fair! Y/n is my friend too!"

Sabo leaned towards his ear with a smirk, even though everyone present could hear his words.

"Yes, but Ace is in love with her and has to win her over, do you understand Luffy?"

"Shut up Sabo!!"

Makino couldn't help but look at them tenderly, giggling again.

///

So, a little later, the three found themselves in the forest and by order of Ace, Sabo and Luffy began to collect all the yellow and red flowers they found, which were not poisonous, and then brought them to him.

After about ten minutes, a huge pile of colorful flowers was at Ace's feet.

"Uhm... Tell me, Ace..." Sabo muttered in confusion. “Now how are you going to give all these flowers to Y/n?”

"Yeah..." Luffy nodded. "There are so many, you won't be able to hold them all in your hands alone"

Ace crossed his arms, tilting his head and contemplating what to do. Then his face lit up and he raised his index finger.

"I have an idea"

The three kids collected all the flowers, since Ace didn't intend to leave EVEN ONE behind, and then ran to Dadan's shelter.

"Hey, you brats! Explain to me why my floor is full of flowers!" the woman said, taking a drag of her cigarette.

Ace returned the annoyed look she was giving them, but Luffy smiled without any concern.

"Ace wants to bring all these flowers to Y/n, but we don't know how. Can you help us?"

SBONK!

Poor Luffy fell to the ground on his face after Ace punched him once again on the head.

"Why don't you ever shut your mouth!?" he blurted out angrily, his cheeks red.

Dadan widened his eyes and meanwhile, Dogra and Magra joined the conversation.

“Why do you want to give flowers to Y/n?” the first asked with genuine curiosity, not understanding the sudden reason.

Actually everyone, including Luffy, Sabo, Dadan, the bandits, Makino and the Mayor knew that Ace was completely in love with you, but they didn't believe that he would have had the courage to confess his feelings so soon.

"Today is Valentine's Day" Sabo replied. "And Makino told us that during this day couples exchange gifts. And Ace wants to give flowers to Y/n"

"Yes, but you took way too many, just hope that little girl doesn't throw them all away" Dadan replied ironically.

Ace gritted his teeth with red cheeks.

"Instead of complaining, don't you have any ideas to help us, you old hag??"

"What did you say?!"

Dadan was about to lunge at Ace, but Magra stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, before the situation could escalate.

"How about we make a bouquet?" he asked with a smile.

Ace looked at him silently and then nodded, trusting his advice.

So all the bandits went to work, along with Ace, Sabo and Luffy. After half an hour, a huge bouquet of red and yellow flowers, complete with a bow, was ready to be given.

"Wow!" Luffy exclaimed with bright eyes.

"I'm sure Y/n will like it a lot" Sabo then said and Ace turned to look at them.

///

"Do you really think so?"

The two nodded without hesitation, showing him their thumbs up.

As the doors of the inn flew open, Makino's eyes widened as she saw a huge bouquet of flowers walking by itself. But next, Luffy and Sabo also entered and the woman realized that the one who was hidden by the flowers was just Ace.

"Good job, you found a lot of flowers! Y/n will love them!" Makino said with a smile, walking away from the counter and towards the three.

Ace's cheeks were red again and his gaze was on the floor.

"Makino where is Y/n?" Luffy asked her looking around, since you usually hung around the inn to spend time with her and the customers when you had nothing to do.

"She left a little while ago" replied a man sitting at a table, then he took a sip from his mug of beer.

"With another little boy" continued another, as he chewed his food.

Ace's eyes widened and he hastily passed the bouquet to Sabo.

"What do you mean she went off with another boy?! Who was he?! What does he want to do to her?!"

The men and Makino chuckled in amusement at his jealousy and protectiveness.

"He said he wanted to tell her a secret. I saw that he was holding a letter in his hand. Oh, young love. How beautiful~" a woman replied to him and then sighed.

Ace clenched his fists at his sides. He had no idea who this kid was, but if he was going to do what he wanted to do...

"You're too late kid" laughed another customer. "But maybe you still have time to reach them before that boy steals your girlfriend!"

"S-She's not my girlfriend!" Ace blurted out as he felt his face go on fire and his heart pound inside his chest.

Then he turned sharply towards Luffy and Sabo.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed and then ran out of the inn, followed by the other two, leaving behind the shouts of encouragement and laughter from Makino and everyone else.

Ace ran down the street for seconds that felt like endless hours. This wasn't really happening, it wasn't possible! Since when was there a boy in love with you? And how long had he been in love with you?? Had you ever spoken to each other? Was he your friend?? I mean, you lived in the village of Foosha, but you always spent time on Mount Corvo with them, he thought that your only friends were himself, Sabo and Luffy...

"Ace look!"

Luffy's voice woke him from his thoughts and the three saw the figures of two children facing each other not far away, under the trunk of a tree. There was no doubt about it, it was you and that boy.

Ace ran to hide behind a bush, followed by the other two. It was a miracle that you didn't notice their presence and especially the huge bouquet of flowers.

"What are they doing?" Sabo asked softly.

Ace watched you two, gritting his teeth. That little boy was holding the letter that the woman at the inn had mentioned and he was reading it to you. Wait... No, that wasn't just a letter...

"HE WROTE HER A LOVE LETTER?!" the three exclaimed in chorus under their breath.

Ace felt jealousy grow in his body more and more when he saw the way that little boy was reciting the words of love he dedicated to you. You on the other hand, looked at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

Shit. He thought. Have i really arrived too late?

Ace almost had the instinct to punch himself. Stupid, why hadn't he thought of this before?? Why hadn't he had the courage to tell you before?!

"A-And so i'd like to ask you i-if..."

The three pricked up their ears as they heard the words of the boy who was stuttering from shyness.

"I-If... If you want to be my girlfriend?"

"WHAAAT?!" Ace, Sabo and Luffy wanted to scream, but they miraculously managed to keep their voices low.

For a few moments silence fell. Until you flashed a smile at the boy.

"Oh no! Is she going to say yes to him??" Luffy whispered in panic.

You squeezed your hands shyly.

"I-" you murmured.

Until...

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!!"

The boy let out a cry of terror when you saw Ace's body pop out of a bush and run at full speed towards you and your eyes widened.

"Ace?!"

Ace positioned himself in front of you and crossed his arms over his chest.

"W-Who are you??" the boy asked, looking at him fearfully.

Ace returned the look with a murderous one and in his mind he cursed himself for not having brought his pipe with him, to be able to threaten him better.

"Get lost, loser" he said in an icy tone.

The little boy let out a squeak and ran away with tears in his eyes, taking his love letter with him.

"Ace, what are you doing here?!" you asked, more shocked than angry at his intrusion.

Ace turned to look at you, taking a step towards you.

"Would you have said yes?" he asked you back.

You tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"What?"

"Would you have said yes to him??" he repeated. "Would you have become his girlfriend if i hadn't come!?"

You felt your cheeks heat up again and didn't notice how his were just as red, focusing your gaze on his eyes.

"I-I... Uhm..."

"Ace!"

You and him turned towards the voice that had called him and at that moment you noticed the presence of Luffy and Sabo too. The blond threw him the bouquet of flowers and he caught it.

"H-Here. These are for you..." Ace murmured, then handed you the flowers.

Your eyes widened, surprised by his loving gesture.

"For me?" you asked. "R-Really?"

He nodded and you gently took them from his hands, immediately feeling the delicate scent of those flowers invade your nostrils.

"I picked them up for you this morning" Ace continued, looking down at the grass and absentmindedly kicking the dirt with his feet. "I mean, Luffy and Sabo helped me. And Dadan and the bandits helped us make the bouquet... And Makino told me to give you some flowers and Luffy said you like the red and yellow ones, so-"

Smack~

Ace fell silent when he felt your soft lips rest on his freckled cheek for a few seconds and when he quickly turned to look at you, he saw you smiling shyly, hidden behind the flower petals.

"I-I really like them, Ace. Thank you"

Ace felt like his heart wanted to jump out of his chest.

"And anyway..." you continued then, clutching the flowers to your chest. "I wouldn't have said yes to him. B-Because... Because i already like someone else..."

Ace's hands began to sweat, as did his forehead and it felt like his stomach was flipping with emotion. He had never felt this way before.

"O-Oi, that someone..." he swallowed nervously. "T-That someone isn't Sabo or Luffy... Is it?"

You giggled, then took a small step towards him.

"No, Ace" you replied, shaking your head. "It's you"

You took his hand and Ace's eyes widened, then he squeezed it, making your fingers intertwine. Behind him, Luffy and Sabo opened their eyes wide and then high-fived each other with satisfied smiles.

"Hey Y/n" he murmured looking at you. “Do you want to come with me to explore the forest?”

You nodded without hesitation, closing your eyes.

"Sure Ace"

Sabo and Luffy watched you walk away hand in hand, still left behind the bush.

"So... Are they boyfriend and girlfriend now?" the youngest asked with a smile.

"We're still too young for these things" Sabo replied shaking his head and Luffy turned to look at him confused. "But at least, now they have clarified things and they know that no one will ever come between the two of them. Aah, young love~"

"Sabo you sound like that old woman"

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heli-writes · 1 year ago

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Heartbreak and other nuisances

Pairing: Pro-hero!Deku x female!reader

Summary: Love is never easy, especially when you're the number one hero of Japan. After getting dumped by his childhood love, Deku just can't seem to get it right, much to his mother's disappointment. When he meets y/n, he is convinced it will just be a one-night stand. Or being fuck buddies. His broken heart stands in his way. And you've got your own demons to fight.

Disclaimer: nsfw, smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, angst, heartbreak, bisexuality

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Minors do not interact.

Note: It's very long. This might become a series later but for now can be read as a one-shot.

Part 1, Part 2

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Deku watches the skyline of Musutafu and tries to ignore the ringing of his phone. His patrolling shift ended a few hours ago But he can't bring himself to go home to his empty apartment.

His phone keeps disrupting the silent piece of the rooftop he is sitting on. He sighs and rubs his temple. It's probably his mother or one of his friends bugging him to go out with them.

Digging through the pockets of his hero suit, he eventually finds the ringing device. Two missed calls from his mom, three text messages from Kirishima and Denki and an email from his PR manager. He decides to check his voicemail first.

"Hey it's mum again, you haven't picked up the phone after my last few calls. So I tried again. I was just wondering if you'd like to come over on Saturday for a nice dinner with me and Toshinori. You don't have to of course but I'd be looking forward to seeing you again. Anyways, just give me a call when you have time to check your messages.", his mother's voice comes out of the phone.

He sighs and types in a quick reply.

> Hey, mom! Got your message. Sorry for not calling you back, work's a lot at the moment. Thanks for the invite, but I won't be able to make it.

His mother answers immediately.

>> Are you sure? You really should take a break from time to time. We're worried about you.

Izuku stares at the screen and pulls at his lip in thought. Just when he's about to give his mother a cheap excuse, another message pops up.

>> Yo, are you in on Saturday or not?

He opens the chat and reads that Kirishima and Denki invited him to a concert on Saturday. Then, he opens the chat with his mom again.

> Don't worry about me, mom. Actually, I can't come on Saturday because I am going to a concert with Kirishima and Denki.

>> A concert? Honey, that's nice. Have fun then!

Izuku sighs in relief. Another worried talk with his family was avoided. He's sure that he cannot stand another "A hero must have a balanced life"-talk by Yagi.

He quickly responds to Kirishima's message before putting the phone away and starting his way home.

~*~*~*~

The jeans feel uncomfortable, Izuku decides. All in all, his hero costume is a lot more comfortable than his normal clothes these days. He wears it like a second skin. Sometimes he forgets to put it off when he comes home.

His phone vibrates.

>> We're downstairs. You comin'?

He quickly puts his phone into his back pocket and grabs his key and wallet.

~*~*~*~

"I swear to god, that were the finest pair of boobs, I've ever seen!", Denki ends his dramatic story of a girl he slept with last weekend.

"It's probably the only pair of boobs you've ever seen.", Kirishima comments jokingly.

Denki immediately starts to go on a rent about all the boobs he's ever seen but Kirishima ignores him and turns to Izuku.

"So, how are you, Izuku? Haven't heard from you for a while. Didn't think you'd actually come out with us tonight.", he asks him.

Izuku shrugs.

"Same old, same old.", he answers vaguely. "Is Kachaan joining us?", he quickly tries to change the topic.

"Nah, he's busy with his girlfriend. Dude's probably spending all day and night in bed fucking.", Denki says.

Izuku feels his stomach drop. Of course, he knows about Kachaan's girlfriend. They're together for little over half a year now and the press writes about them every other day. However, he kind of hoped that Katsuki would grow tired of her eventually. After all, the only person he had ever been with for longer than six months was Izuku.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. "Denki, is sex the only thing you ever think about?", he asks annoyed. Denki gives him a smug expression. "I'm young, single, and hot. Of course, it is.", he answers.

"Talking about sex, Izuku when was the last time you got some?", Denki asks his friend nonchalantly.

Izuku furrows his brows. He actually has to think about this. He had sex after Kachaan but all these hookups were meaningless so eventually he gave them up.

"Actually, I don't know.", he replies truthfully.

Kirishima pats his back. "You don't have to tell us, buddy. But remember, we're not the press. You don't have to save face around us.", he tells Izuku.

Denkis starts laughing. "Dude, I think he's being honest. Damn, then you really need to get some tonight! But don't worry, I got ya. There are plenty of hot chicks at the club I am taking you to!", he exclaims, "Let's go!"

~*~*~*~

Turns out, the club is some kind of old, rundown pub at the end of town. Part of Izuku is glad Denki took them to a place like this. It's less likely to be found by paparazzi around here. Then again, it probably also wouldn't be good to be found by the press in a place like this.

Both Denki and Kirishima don't seem to care about that when they enter the place. There's a small stage at the end of the wide room. The banner over the stage indicates that some kind of rock band will be playing soon.

The trio makes their way to the bar first. After they've gotten their drinks, they find a corner to stand in and watch the crowd. It doesn't take Denki long to choose a chick for the night and he takes off to try his luck.

"So, how are you doing? I mean really? Don't give me a half-assed answer this time.", Kirishima asks.

Izuku takes a long drag from his beer. "Been telling you, I'm fine. Work's a lot but not surprising with our profession and status.", he mumbles just loud enough for Kirishima to hear.

Kirishima gives him a worried side glance. "You know that you don't have to carry this weight alone, do you?", he points out.

"Yeah, I know."

Izuku stares into his glass. He's not sure how or if he should make his friends understand that it's not work that lies heavy on his mind.

The truth is that the grand hero Deku is lonely. Simple as that.

He thought he found somebody special in Kacchan only to find out that it was nothing special to the explosion hero. Just something to pass the time until he found someone more fitting, someone more socially acceptable.

Izuku takes another drag from his glass when the lights suddenly dimmed. "I think the show is about to start.", Kirishima points out. "Wanna get closer to the stage?", he asks and Izuku just nods in response.

The two of them walk deeper into the small crowd that is forming. Somewhere in between the people, Izuku sees Denki's blonde hair light up.

A punk rock band enters the stage. "You know them?", Izuku asks his friend. Kirishima nods excitedly. "Yeah, they're pretty underground though. They're really cool. Katsuki introduced them to me!", he tells the green-haired men.

Blaring music starts and Izuku immediately knows that this is not his kind of music. He likes rock music but more classic hard rock like AC/DC. He can see though how this is right up Katsuki's alleyway.

Memories of loud punk music blaring out of speakers in Katsuki's bedroom flash before his eyes. He remembers the layers of sweat on his skin and the taste of Katsuki on his lips.

Suddenly, he feels nauseous.

"Hey, I'm getting another drink!", he yells over to Kirishima who already headbangs to the music.

Izuku makes his way over to the bar pushing through the masses of bodies. He starts to feel really uncomfortable. It's too loud, too hot, too stuffy.

When he reaches the bar, it takes a while to place his order. When he gets his drink, he stays at the bar. He's not too keen on throwing himself onto the dance floor again.

People squeeze past him left and right to get to the bar and get drinks. Uncomfortably, he tries to shift out of their way. Suddenly he bumps into someone with his back and cold liquid drenches his shirt.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry!", a female voice says behind him.

He turns around and then there's you.

You wear a short cocktail dress that compliments your cleavage. Your (y/h/c) hair is styled perfectly. Only your makeup looks a bit cakey, probably due to the high humidity in the pub you're standing in but Izuku doesn't even notice it.

"Don't worry, it's fine.", he mumbles and tries to turn away. He really doesn't want to get recognized. Especially not over a spilled drink.

"Are you sure?", you ask unsure but before you can say anything more, the man in front of you disappears into the crowd.

You watch him disappear in the direction of the toilets. You turn towards the bartender. "Excuse me, can I order what he had?", you yell over the music.

*~*~*~*

Izuku grips the sides of the sink. He splashes water into his face and looks at his drenched shirt. Luckily, it can be mistaken for sweat.

He would like to hole up in one of these toilet cabins. He really doesn't want to get back out there. Everybody out there seems to have a great time and he feels lost in the crowd.

Kirishima is probably already looking for him. The red-haired man already suspects that Izuku is not doing too well. He takes another deep breath before pushing himself off the sink and turning towards the door.

"Hey!", a voice says right next to him when he's out of the door. It's you again. You're holding two glasses of rum coke.

"For you. As a sorry for spilling my drink on you earlier.", you tell him and offer him one of the drinks.

Great, he thinks, a groupie trying to get my attention.

"Thanks", he tells her and takes one of the glasses. She gives him a curt nod.

"See you around", you tell him and turn around to leave.

Izuku stares after you. Did you not recognize him or are you not interested in him? Why does he feel slightly insulted?

"Hey, man, there you are. We were already wondering if you picked up a chick and left us behind!", Kirishima jokes and pats his shoulder.

*~*~*~*

"Izuku, are you coming over this weekend? We'd really like to see you again.", his mother says over the phone.

"You know, mom, I'm really busy. I don't know if I can make it.", he tells her trying to avoid the inevitable.

"Then we come over and I cook you a nice meal. I still have the spare key to your apartment.", his mother proposes gleefully.

Izuku rubs his temple. He really doesn't want his mother and Yagi to sniff around in his apartment. There's still a box of Kacchan's stuff under his bed.

"Alright, mom, I'm coming over for dinner, okay?", he gives in.

"Yes, honey, that's great. We're looking forward to seeing you.", his mother tells him contentedly.

After hanging up, Izuku rubs the sides of his head and sighs deeply. He is not looking forward to this.

*~*~*~*

"Izuku, we're so glad that you could make it!", his mother chirps and immediately hugs him upon opening the door. Yagi pats him on the back.

They go easy on him during dinner. Asking polite questions about work and his friends. His mother pries a little bit too much on what Uraraka is doing lately for Izuku's taste.

After dinner, over a cup of tea, is when the real deal starts. Izuku notices his mother and Yagi changing a meaningful glance, probably a code that now it's time to torture him.

"So... honey, how's life besides work? Anything new?", his mother asks carefully.

Izuku avoids eye contact. "Not really, I guess.", he shrugs.

"I hope you don't work too long hours, my boy.", Yagi says.

Izuku shrugs again. "Well, you know what the job is like.", he tells the older man.

"Of course, of course... it just seems as if you are really pushing yourself lately.", Yagi replies.

"We're just a bit worried about you. We never see you anymore, you barely seem to go out with your friends anymore.", his mother adds.

"I went out with Kirishima and Denki last week.", Izuku tries to defend himself half-heartedly.

"And we were really happy to hear that. It's just that you seem to go out less and less.", his mother points out.

"That's not true.", Izuku starts to get irritated, "Actually I am going out again tonight."

"Oh really, with whom?", his mother shoots back. She sees right through him.

"With Denki.", Izuku says without batting an eye. Denki is probably out tonight anyway.

"That's wonderful, Izuku! How about we drive you? Then you can have a drink or two. You came here by car, didn't you?", his mother smiles. Izuku thinks it's a bit fake. It's probably because she knows he is lying to her.

"That'd be great.", he lies, "Let me check where I am supposed to meet Denki."

He pulls out his phone.

> Hey, are you out tonight? Mind if I join?

Denki answers within seconds.

>> Hell, yeah! I'm already out, just come around!

Denki writes and sends his location.

*~*~*~*

Yagi ends up driving him. Izuku feels like a teenager who is driven to a party by one of his parents.

"You know, your mother is just worried about you.", Yagi says into the silence of the car.

"I know but she really shouldn't. I'm fine.", he tells him.

"It's just that she sees the children of her friends and worries you might not have the same opportunities.", Yagi carefully says.

"What do you mean?", Izuku asks irritatedly.

"Well you know, they get married, have children. Mitsuki's been telling how Katsuki brings over his girlfriend. They plan to move in together.", Yagi explains.

Izuku's stomach plummets. They plan to move in together? There goes any hope of reconciliation.

When Izuku doesn't answer, Yagi mistakes his silence for shame.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with being single while you're young. I mean, I've been single for most of my career, but I've got to be honest with you. I regret not having children on my own and while I am very happy with your mother, I wished I had someone to share my pain and happiness when I was younger.", Yagi explains.

Izuku isn't sure what to say. I'd like a partner but he doesn't want me? I can't move on? Even if I could, I probably have no game?

"We both just wish you'd meet someone special.", Yagi finishes as he pulls up to the bar where Izuku meets Denki.

"Well, one does not really have control over that.", Izuku says flatly and gets out of the car.

*~*~*~*

"Izukuuu!! Over here!!", Denki's shrill voice rings through the entire bar. His arms are wrapped around a woman on each of his sides. The girls giggle.

Izuku would like to walk out backward again but there us no turning back now.

"Hey", he greets his blonde friend.

"My man! Was surprised to hear from you!", Denki greets him.

"Anybody else joining tonight?", Izuku asks and Denki shakes his head.

Great, now he can spend the rest of the night watching Deki flirt with random girls.

One of the girls by Denki's side gives Izuku coy eyes. "So, are you Deku? Denki's been telling us about you.", she asks him.

Izuku shoots his friend an angry glare and Denki shrugs apologetically.

"I don't know what he's been telling you, but I can assure you very little that he says is actually true.", Izuku replies dryly.

Before the girl can ask any more questions, Izuku excuses himself to order a drink at the bar.

"A scotch, please.", he tells the bartender without paying too much attention to the other guests.

"Oh, look who we've got here. Are you stalking me, mister?", a voice says next to him.

There you are, again. Your hair hangs loosely over your shoulder and you pop a few peanuts into your mouth.

"Oh, it's you.", Izuku simply says.

"Charming.", you commented dryly.

You look him up and down.

"Why are you dressed like that?", you ask him.

Irritatedly, Izuku turns fully towards you.

"What do you mean?", he says offendedly.

"You look like you were invited to dinner by your girlfriend's parents for the first time", you say pointing at his white button-down shirt.

"I don't have a girlfriend.", he informs you.

You give him a toothy grin. "Good. You're cute.", you tell him.

Izuku shifts uncomfortably. He hates it when women look at him like that. Like he's meat.

"Sorry, I don't do casual dating.", he replies.

"Too bad", you shrug, "What are you doing then?".

"None of your business", he says coldly.

You pursue your lips. "Damn, who hurt you?", you joke.

Izuku doesn't like how you seem to see things no one else does.

"I just have different priorities.", he says.

You take a sip from your drink. "I bet.", you reply.

Finally, the bartender comes back with his drink.

Without another word, he turns to leave.

"See you around, I guess.", he hears you mumble behind him.

He's not sure why he was so rude to you. You didn't do anything wrong. You shot your shoot and took the rejection in good sport. He didn't need to be so mean.

He's not even sure why he rejected you. You look gorgeous just like last time. Your outfit compliments your natural curves and your makeup really made your eye color pop. Usually, you're totally his type. He's just really not in the mood tonight.

He spends the night brooding next to Kaminari. The girls by his side catch on his bad mood and don't bother him all evening.

*~*~*~*

He tries to be more outgoing. Meet friends, do stuff on the weekend. Things to send to his mother to prove he's out there, living his best life.

He's not.

Tonight, he is going out for dinner with Uraraka and Iida. He initiated the meet-up so he really has to go through with it tonight.

He arrives too early and has to wait for the two for a while. The dinner itself was quite pleasant. Iida is too polite to pry too much about his private life and well-being. And Uraraka is busy updating her two friends about her life. Apparently, she met someone through a friend and they are getting quite serious. His mom is going to hate hearing that.

After dinner, the three of them bid goodbye with the promise to meet up more often. Izuku knows that he probably won't be able to fulfill that promise.

He aimlessly wanders the streets. He doesn't want to go home yet. It's a real paradox. When he's home, he doesn't want to go out. And if he's out, he doesn't want to return to his empty apartment.

He's feeling nostalgic tonight so he decides to go to a place that Kacchan showed him when they were still a thing. Or whatever the hell they were.

It's a bar that has seen better days. It's usually quite empty besides some regulars who are twice as old as Izuku. The perfect place if you want to avoid noisy fans and the press.

Izuku slides into the bench that Kacchan and he always sat at. After he has ordered, he takes a look around. It seems as if time stopped in this place. Ironic, he thinks, it seems as if time has stopped for me as well.

Deep in thought, he doesn't notice how the door opens again.

"Daisuke, Hikaru, you here again? Don't you guys have wives at home?", a female voice says loudly.

When he looks up, he immediately wants to hide beneath the table. It's you. Again. Do you have a tracker on him or what? Why do you seem to appear everywhere he is?

Luckily, you're not looking in his direction. Instead, you talk to the middle-aged men on the other side of the room.

"And what about you, missy? What's a pretty young thing like you doing here every other night?", one of the men says. He sounds amused.

You shrug. "Well, what are you doing here? Drinking of course!", you tell them with a grin.

The other man shakes his head disapprovingly.

"You should at least drink with people your age, not old fucks like us!", he tells you.

You stretch your arms widely. "Well, you see any people my age? You old fucks keep invading this place!", you shoot back.

"Well, what about that guy?", the man answers and points directly at Izuku.

He wants to die. Great, here he hoped he could slip out again without you noticing him. He really doesn't want to talk to you. You turn around to him and your eyes light up.

"Hey, I know you! You're the stalker!", you grin.

Izuku looks offended. "I was here first!", he defends himself.

You give the waiter a sign and slide onto the bench in front of him. Great, just what he needed.

"Really? You're alone this time?", you ask him.

He curses you for being so perceptive.

He shrugs. "Maybe some people join me later.", he tells you.

The waiter walks over to the table and sets down a drink in front of you. It looks strong.

You look him straight into his eyes and say: "Liar".

Embarrassment shoots down his back. You take a sip from your drink and laugh.

"I know what lonely drinking looks like. Why do you think I am here?", you tell him.

"I don't know. You're certainly not dressed for a place like this.", he replies.

It's true. You don't look like you belong in a shabby bar like this. You're wearing a bright blue, floor-length ballgown.

You shrug. "What's it to you?", you bite back.

Oh. Izuku's eyebrows raise. He must've hit a sore spot there. Unfortunately for you, he's feeling bitchy tonight.

"Well, you look like one of those bridesmaids that are put into a terrible dress by a bridezilla.", he tells you.

Actually, it's not true. The dress looks gorgeous on you. It fits your skin color and hair updo perfectly. A sour expression appears on your face.

"I wasn't a bridesmaid. I chose the dress for myself.", you tell him.

"Ah, so you were at a wedding!", he says triumphantly. Apparently, he can read you as well as you can him.

You shrug.

"So what's with the lonely drinking then? Why pay for alcohol here when you could've just got drunk for free?", he asks.

"Staying too long at your ex's wedding is bad taste.", you tell him.

"Ah", he says and raises his glass taking a sip, "That's the reason for your lonely drinking? Still stuck on that ex?"

"Ha!", you exclaim. "Yeah, hell no. I'm glad to be rid of him. He's his wife's problem now. Thank god."

Izuku watches you closely. You stir in your drink and keep your eyes fixed on your nails. By the tone of your voice, he doesn't think you're lying. You sound bitter, though.

"Then what?", he asks.

"How old are you?", you reply.

"Twenty-eight. Don't change the topic.", he scolds you.

You shoot him a mean glance.

"I'm not changing the topic.", you tell him.

When he gives you a questioning look, you sit up straight and put your hands on the table.

"Alright, you're twenty-eight, uh...?", you start.

"Izuku", he tells you.

"You're twenty-eight, Izuku. How many of your friends and acquaintances are getting married, moving in with someone, maybe even having kids?", you ask.

"Quite a few.", he admits.

"Alright. Considering you're here, on a weekday, drinking alone, I'm guessing you're not even close to any of those things. How does it feel when someone brings that up?", you explain.

"Not good.", he replies dryly. What is it with you and catching onto things?

You throw your hands up in the air.

"Exactly! And what's the ultimate reminder of that than being invited to your ex's wedding?", you exclaim.

"So... I'm guessing you're far away from those things too?", he asks unsurely.

You give him a deadpan look. "The lonely drinking should've given it away.", you tell him.

You sigh exaggeratedly and lean back. Then, you empty your drink in one go. Izuku watches you slightly perplexed. When you slam down your glass, you give the waiter another sign.

"You know what the stupidest part of this is?", you ask him and he shakes his head.

"I don't even want those things. I'm sure I'm not even made for these things and still, somehow, it makes you feel bad, you know?", you ramble.

Izuku stays silent and takes another sip from his glass. He really doesn't know what he's doing here. Why is he talking to a stranger about things like this?

"You could ask me now what it is that I want.", you say.

Izuku rolls his eyes. "What is it that you want?", he asks.

"Good sex. That's really all I'm asking for but men these days don't deliver.", you reply exasperatedly.

Izuku almost has to laugh.

"Maybe you're just not meeting the right men then.", he tells you.

"Well, I'm meeting men like you.", you point out. There's something cat-ish about you when you say it.

"Maybe tonight is your lucky night then.", he says suddenly feeling cocky.

*~*~*~*

This was definitely not how this evening was supposed to go. He was not supposed to end up at that bar and he definitely wasn't supposed to take you home.

But here you are, on his bed, and him over you.

He already lost his shirt and you run your hands up and down his torso. His mouth is on yours, teeth and tongue clashing against each other.

He can already feel his dick getting hard.

He grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him. Without hesitation, you pull your shirt over your head and he's quick to open your bra. Quickly, you toss it to the side.

Izuku sits up a bit so that both of his hands are free to explore your boobs. Carefully, he kneads them with both hands. He kisses the side of your neck. He plants open-mouthed kisses along your neck, over your collarbone all the way down to one of your nipples. You throw your head back and sigh contently.

He runs the tip of his tongue over the hardened bud. He takes the nipple into his mouth gently sucking on it. All the while massaging it with his tongue.

You let out a moan and grind down on his hardened cock. His dick sits right at your slit. You keep grinding down on him, desperate for friction as he continues to tease your other nipple. You can feel how your panties get damp with each second.

You grab the sides of his head, forcing him to detach from your breast. You lean forward and kiss him again. Izuku runs his hands down your back and grabs your ass cheeks. Then, he helps you grind down on him. You break the kiss to let out a groan.

"Fuck, Izuku! You need to take off these pants!", you tell him.

He gives you a grin. "Same", he tells you.

Quickly, you get off of him and take off your pants and panties. When he's done taking off his pants, you both lie side by side. He pulls you close, your naked body pressing against his, and he claims your lips again.

You let your hands wander down his body. With your index finger you draw lines down his hip and thighs, avoiding his dick completely.

Izuku breaks the kiss and groans. "Don't tease!", he tells you and you laugh.

"So greedy", you nudge him but then give into his request.

Gently you wrap your hand around his hardened member. Izuku lets out a suppressed groan. You start in a slow space pumping his dick up and down. You spread the precum on it to make it feel even smoother.

Izuku plants a kiss on your shoulder and lets a hand wander between your legs. Slowly, he lets two fingers slide in between your warm folds.

"Fuck, you're so wet.", he groans. You shift a bit to give him better access, already panting.

Izuku draws lazy circles on your clit and you can feel more wetness slipping out your hole.

"Mhm, yes, Izuku that feels good.", you moan while still fisting his cock.

Izuku leans his forehead against yours. He dips his fingers a bit deeper, gathering some wetness and spreading it around your pussy.

Then, gently one of his fingers enters you and you can't help but let out a loud moan.

"That feels good, yes?", he mumbles and you nood.

Slowly he pumps his finger in and out of you.

"Shit", you curse. You long lost the ability to focus on pleasing Izuku.

He curls his finger inside you and you jerk.

"Can you take another, baby?", he says huskily and you nod.

He pulls out his finger and pushes two fingers in.

"Fuck!", you exclaim.

You lie back opening your legs wide for him. Izuku slides his fingers in and out you, occasionally curling them inside which almost sends you into a frenzy. He leans down and starts massaging your nipple with his tongue again.

Just when you feel a knot forming in your stomach, he pulls out. You whine in protest but he silences you with a kiss.

"You ready?", he asks you and you nod breathlessly.

He grabs a condom from the nightstand and quickly pushes the latex over his dick. Then, he takes one of your legs and places it over his shoulder. He sits up on his knees and grabs the hollow of your other knee pulling your legs further apart.

"Shit, your pussy looks so ready for me.", he tells you

"Who's the tease now?", you pant.

Izuku gives you a small grin. "Don't worry, I've got you.", he says.

He leads his dick to your entrance and your heart beats in anticipation. Slowly, he pushes his cock into your pussy. You both groan simultaneously in pleasure. He enters you in one swift movement. When his dick is nestled deeply inside you, he takes a deep breath.

"You okay?", he asks you and you give him a curt nod.

You jerk your hips because you're desperate for more friction. You feel so full but it's not enough. You need him to fuck you, to pound you.

"Shit, relax.", he groans when he feels your pussy clench around him.

"I've told you, I've got you. I'm gonna fuck you real good, baby", he groans into the skin of your leg.

Then, he starts rocking in and out of you. He starts with a steady pace.

"Fuck, yes, Izuku! Please, a bit harder!", you beg him.

He gives you a cheeky grin. "Harder? You can get harder.", he tells you.

He starts pounding into you in a heavy pace and you arch your back. Fuck, your pussy feels so good. His dick rubs you in all the right places.

Izuku's dick twitches at the sight of you. Your fucked expression, your jiggling breasts and god, how good looks his dick going in and out of you.

Suddenly, he lifts your other leg and lifts himself a bit higher allowing his dick to sink even deeper into your cunt.

"Shit, yes!", you yell out. Izuku keeps fucking you like this and his balls slap harshly against your ass cheeks.

Now, you can feel the knot in your stomach again.

"Keep going, Izuku, I'm getting there.", you tell him.

Izuku pants heavily above you and sweat drops down his chest. You think he's looking incredibly sexy right now. Also, you can't help but look down where is dick and your cunt are conjoined. The sight of his dick sliding in and out of you makes your stomach coil.

"Fuck, y/n, you feel so good. You make my dick feel like it's about to explode.", he tells you.

You clench your pussy and Izuku moans in delight. He grips your hips tighter and keeps fucking you now chasing his own height. His cock is hitting that sweet spot all the way back inside of you. You can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. You let out a breathless moan and your eyes roll back into your head.

Izuku keeps the pace hard and steady, exactly the way you need to get over the edge. When your orgasm hits you, it feels like electric shocks going down your back, your pussy clenches and then your body suddenly goes limp.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", Izuku groans taking up speed when he sees you orgasm on his cock. He fucks you through it and his own orgasm explodes right at the feeling of your clenching pussy. He fucks himself through his own high and then collapses on top of you.

It takes a moment for both of you to regain some thinking capacities. When his consciousness returns to him, Izuku slips out of you. You're lying next to each other, both facing the ceiling catching your breath.

„And? Did I deliver?“, Izuku pants.

He can't see it but you give him a side-eye. The questions weirds you out. Does he really need to get praised? Does he need to get approval so badly? Well, it supposedly makes sense. A pro-hero depends on the praise and approval of other people. You think it's a little bit pathetic. If he hadn't fucked you already, it'd be a major turn-off.

In all honesty, though, he did deliver. It was more than just good. He clearly proved he's got the stamina of a pro-hero. However, you don't stroke men's egos. Most men have a big enough ego as it is, so why inflate it further? Plus, this guy has girls fawning at his feet and you refuse to steep down on a groupie level. No, thank you.

For a moment you think about being mean and saying something like it was „alright“ or „okay“ but you take pity on the man. He made you cum, so you shouldn't be mean. Also, you wouldn't say no to him doing it to you again. So, be nice and keep the option open.

„I'm not sure what you expect me to say.“, you tell him truthfully and Izuku looks a bit embarassed.

„I'm not gonna sing your praise, but I tell you it was good. Definitely would do it again, but I've got an 8am appointment tomorrow.“, you say a bit softer.

Izuku props himself up on his arm as he watches you look for your clothes and dress yourself. Obviously, he knew this was nothing serious but he lowkey hoped you stayed the night. He knows Katsuki's girlfriend was a one-night stand at first who then turned into something more. Maybe part of him hoped something like that would happen to him too. Or maybe he just doesn't want to be alone tonight.

When you're dressed, you turn to him.

„Alright, I better get going.“, you tell him and Izuku only nods at you.

He doesn't really know what to say. Actually, he probably just sucks at one-night stands. It's probably why none of them ever turned out to be something more for him.

„So... see you around?“, you drawl when he doesn't answer you.

Quickly, Izuku puts on one of his well-practiced smiles and nods more enthusiastically.

„Yeah, see you around. I had a good time.“, he tells you and you look relieved. At least he isn't making it more uncomfortable than these things usually are.

You give him a quick wave and turn around to leave. Izuku holds his breath until he hears his front door fall shut. With a groan, he drops back onto his pillow facefirst.

Why does he keep doing this? He should know better. He's not made for these types of flings. He doesn't even want them. Izuku is a through-and-through relationship type of guy and yet he always ends up alone at the end of the night.

Maybe he can't hold someone's attention for more than a night or maybe Kacchan just ruined him for everybody else.

*~*~*~*

You fix the position of your panties as you wait for the elevator to reach the ground level. You quickly look in the mirror. Your hair and makeup look awful. Suddenly, you're very glad you're not staying the night. Nothing would be more shameful than to walk home like this in the morning.

You rub your temple. Your plan was to take somebody home from the wedding. So that your ex would see. Maybe that was already a stupid idea. Why would he care if his ex takes somebody home on his wedding day? It's the luckiest day in his life and there's a reason why it wasn't you standing next to him in a white dress.

Actually, it's probably for the best you didn't take someone home from the wedding. Maybe he would've laughed about it and said it fits the pattern. Y/n, the mess, never taking anything seriously, always out there for a good time but not a long time. At least like this, you left with your grace intact. Also, it helps a little bit that you looked absolute bomb in this dress.

You sigh deeply. And yet, he would've been right. After all, you had nothing better to do than go find yourself a hook-up at a random bar right afterward. Poor Izuku, he made it clear last time that he wasn't interested in something like this. And yet, he ended up in your spider's web. You wonder what changed his mind. Maybe it was the dress.

When the elevator reaches the ground, you quickly exit it and walk through the lobby in an equally quick step. There's no need for anybody to see you like this. You're almost out of the door when the post boxes next to the entry catch your eye. You stop for a moment.

No, y/n, this is a stupid idea, you tell yourself. He won't text anyway. What was that about not stepping down onto a groupie level? Then again, it was a pretty good orgasm. Hell, one of the best ones you had in quite a while.

Maybe you're still horny or drunk from earlier, clouding your better judgement, but before you can stop yourself, you pushed your business card through the slit of Izuku's post box.

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gudfornuthin · 3 months ago

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The Baker and the Ballerina

Chapter four

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader (au)

Summary: The reader tells Farah about her interaction with the hot baker. Frank drops by with some fresh treats.

Word count: 1.4k

Series warnings: slow burn, cliché tropes, mentions of PTSD, mentions of abusive relationships, (eventual) smut, violence

A/N: this is the most committed l've ever been to any story I've attempted to write lol, so I thank anyone who is reading and enjoying. I'm proving to myself that I can stick with an idea and see it through. Feedback is as always appreciated :)

"Did you say anything else?"

"Not really, we just introduced ourselves and then left it at that."

Y/N and Farah are walking down the street together after having a brief lunch break while the latter had the time to spare. It'd only been two days since the brief interaction between Y/N and Frank, and since then Farah hadn't stopped bugging her about it. When she said she wanted to live vicariously through her friend, she wasn't kidding. While Y/N continues telling her that the conversation was nothing special, and not worth all this fuss, Farah chooses to ignore her and continue grilling.

"What'd he smell like?"

Y/N scrunches her brow. "What?"

"I bet he smells amazing, like cinnamon and sugar cookies-"

"Yeah, don't think I'm gonna sniff the guy I just met-"

"Was his voice deep and slightly husky?"

"Farah-"

"Oh god," Farah grabs her friend's arm. "Don't tell me hot baker has a nasally, whiny voice."

Y/N stops walking, a headache beginning to form. From lack of sleep or Farah's incessant badgering, she isn't entirely sure. "Okay, you've had your fun, but can we drop this now? I had one conversation with the guy, if you can even call it that, and it's done. Over." She's about to continue walking, but stops once more, turning to her friend. "And like I keep telling you, his name's Frank."

"Frank," Farah rolls her eyes. "Kinda disappointed. I was hoping for something like Grayson, or Adonis, or Alexander."

"Jesus, his name's fine. It suits him."

Farah smirks slightly. "Sorry, didn't realise you'd be so defensive over the name of the guy who you definitely don't care about."

The pair continue walking, Y/N deciding not to give Farah the satisfaction of arguing back. She has no interest in Frank. She doesn't need to defend herself over it. Sure, he is good looking, and if things were different, she knows she'd be fighting off anyone who so tried to get between them. The second he made eye contact with her; she was prepared to drop everything and jump on him right in front of anyone who walked by. But she didn't, and she won't. Because relationships are difficult, and speaking from experience, Y/N doesn't want to go through the same hardship again. It's better this way. That's what she's trying to tell herself anyways.

Farah notices her friend's quietness so moves her thoughts to something else. "How're the workers getting on at the studio?"

Maybe not the best topic to pick, as Y/N cringes, finding it hard to hide how she feels about it all. "They're a lot slower than I want them to be. And the bill only seems to keep adding up more each day."

"Absolute bullshit," Farah chooses not to hide how she feels at all. "Why don't you stand up to them, it's not like you're some shrinking violet. Tell them how you feel."

Y/N shakes her head. "No, I don't wanna cause arguments or start confrontation just because they're not quick at their job. They want it to be perfect, and so do I. For now, I'll be patient."

Farah shrugs, deciding not to fight back on this, as the pair turn the corner and head towards the studio. Y/N spots a tall figure standing outside the entrance to the building, an apron wrapped around their waist. Speak of the devil. Just seeing Frank makes her heartbeat faster. Why? How can a random guy she's spoken a few words to have this effect on her? This is bad. Or maybe good. It's difficult to say at this moment.

Y/N is ready to grab her friend's arm and drag her in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, Farah has other plans, as she too spots Frank and sucks in a dramatic breath. She picks up the pace, rushing ahead of Y/N before she has a chance to stop her.

"Oh god," Y/N mutters under her breath as she tries to catch up with her over-excited friend.

She makes it over to where the pair stand, as Frank's attention is now on Farah. They shake hands and introduce themselves to each other, even though the woman already knows far too much about the baker.

"She hasn't stopped talking about you," Y/N catches the end of Farah's sentence, assuming it's directed at her.

"Oh really?" Frank teases, looking over at Y/N and smiling slightly.

She smiles back, her eyes glancing down and then back up to the man in front of her. "Farah's the one asking so many questions about you." She notices the paper bag gripped loosely at his side. "So, uh, anything I can do for you?"

Frank waves her off, holding the bag out towards her. "Nah, just saw the builders over here again and thought l'd come by, drop some things off for ya."

Y/N takes the bag and looks inside, the smell of freshly baked goodness wafting into the air. A similar mix of pastries and sweet treats like the ones she bought the other day.

"And I put one of the cookie dough croissants in there, 'cause I know you like them so much," Frank continues, rubbing the back of his neck, almost appearing shy.

Y/N can feel her cheeks heating up, the gesture affecting her more than she realised it would. He's just being nice, stop reading too much into it.

"She also really loves raspberry muffins," Farah butts in, decidedly ruining the sweet moment.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but Frank just laughs. "I'll keep that in mind." He looks up as the noise from the open window catches his attention. "So, how's work on the studio doing?"

Y/N goes to reply, but Farah once again cuts in, knowing her friend will play the situation down. "It's a piss take."

Frank huffs in jest and Y/N slaps her friend lightly on the arm.

Farah shrugs her shoulders. "Well it's true! They're taking advantage of you."

"I'm sorry that's happening," Frank responds.

Y/N tries not to make a big deal about it. "She's being dramatic, honestly it's fine."

Frank isn't convinced. He hasn't known her for long but can't help but feel angry on her behalf over the way she's being treated.

"Well hey, if you need help, I can have a word with them," Frank says. "I'm not afraid of being an asshole."

Y/N laughs slightly. "Thank you, but I promise I'm good."

They stand there for a few extra moments, just smiling at each other. Farah clears her throat, sending a knowing look to her friend.

Y/N holds the paper bag tight. "Uh, I'll let you get back to work. Thank you for these, you really didn't have to."

Frank nods. "No problem, you need anything else just come over, David and I'll help in any way we can."

They bid goodbye, as Frank heads to the bakery and Y/N and Farah enter the studio building.

"Nothing there, yeah right," Farah snorts. "I was drowning in the sexual tension."

Y/N scoffs, placing the paper bag on the table. "What sexual tension? He bought stuff over and then left."

"Oh, please," Farah continues. "He gave you free pastries and made sure you knew your favourite was in there. And then told you he'd 'have a word' with the workers that are bothering you? That man wants you bad."

"You need to stop reading those dark romance novels," Y/N replies.

She sets everything from the bag out on the table, feeling prepared just in case the workers want anything. The cookie dough croissant is wrapped separately. Y/N places it down, then spots something scribbled on the side of the wrapping. A phone number, and Frank's name next to it with a smiley face.

She doesn't notice Farah standing behind her also reading the scribbles. "He wants you!" she exclaims, making Y/N jump.

It's not a big deal, that's what she tries to tell herself. But as she takes her phone and inputs his number into a new contact, the fluttering in her stomach is hard to ignore. She types in his name, along with a small croissant emoji next to it. She sends out a quick text, just so he has her number too.

'Bakehouse 31 has a new regular - Y/N :)’

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Taglist: @nialhero-blog @luvrgirlsworld @britt217 @solstararis (apologies if some tags didn’t work)

#frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #jon bernthal x reader #frank castle #the punisher #jon bernthal #x reader #marvel

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sunnyie-eve · 23 days ago

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67 | Dynamic Trio

Series: Unexpected

Paring: Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

A/N: Sorry it jumps around again with the days but I didn't know what to write really

| MASTERLIST |

~ Day 7 ~

"What's up everybody, I just woke up and took a shower. I have 45 minutes... 45 minutes until Chris lands at the airport, so I'm gonna get dressed and then see you guys then." Matt updates viewers.

"Dani isn't here because she left for work an hour ago and I just know Chris is going to be upset she's not going to be with me to pick him up." He adds before ending the vlog.

After getting ready he gets to the airport and pulls up when he sees Chris, "No Dani?" Chris asks putting his bags in the back.

"Photoshoot." Matt tells him.

"I was just expecting both of you, dang it." He huffs.

"I knew you would be. But Dani has missed bugging you." Matt tells him as he gets in the passenger seat and they start to drive home.

"I missed it too."

"See we talked about that yesterday and I don't understand you two." Matt chuckles a bit shaking his head at them.

"We just have something you two don't." Chris jokes so Matt gives him a look, "Let us have our crackhead friendship while you two have your sweetheart relationship, okay." Chris puts his hand up towards him, "What photoshoot is she doing today?" He asks since most of the time she lets them know a day before.

"Bridesmaid dresses." Matt recalls what she said this morning on the way out.

Chris stars to smile wanting to say something so he turns the camera off, "I know you would so prefer a wedding dress shoot." Matt gives Chris a side eye, "I'm not wrong. You keep talking about your future with her. Marriage and kids. You said this in front of ours and hers whole family."

"Can we not."

"No, we are. Because if I remember correctly, which I do, before you came back you didn't use protection." Chris points out to remind him.

"How do you know if I did or didn't?" Matt asks disgusted a bit and defensive.

"Because Dani told me."

"No, she did not. Why would she do that?" Matt didn't believe him whatsoever.

"Well, because for some reason I'm the one she goes to talk about you. Not even Nick, me. She said she felt comfortable with me about certain topics and that was one."

Matt didn't believe a word he was saying so he calls Dani to see if it was true or not, "Perfect timing, we have a 15 minute break." She laughs answering the call.

"Did you tell Chris we didn't use protection in Boston?" He goes straight to the point why he called her.

"Oh, yeah." She lets him know.

"Umm, why and how did that conversation come up?"

"I'll go into my detail when I get home because I'm not talking about it over the phone at work." She laughs, "I love you and see you later Chris." She ads since she knew she was on speaker.

"Okay, so how the hell did it get brought up?" Matt looks over at Chris.

"I asked about you two and she didn't mind sharing. That's how. After getting you two condoms as a joke and she thanked me later so I asked why." Chris adds so Matt drops it not caring anymore.

While Dani was on her way home after working for a few more hours, the boys were just chilling on twitch streaming. "Did Dani tell you about her set?" Chris asks Matt.

"Wait, they go on sale today, right?" Matt pulls out his phone, "That's what she said back home, right?"

"In a few minutes, yeah." Chris nods his head.

"I gotta get them." Matt goes to the website and Chris laughs at him.

"She was booked and busy before we went home." Chris brings up.

"I know. I'm really proud of her. They got her doing calendars, magazines, poster ads, runway shows, commercials, and recently an extra with a few lines in a show." Matt lists off everything she had been doing.

"I'm about to buy her set now." Chris goes on his phone as well.

"Is it weird having a calendar of our best friend?" Matt can't help but laugh.

"Nah, it shows we support her. And it's not like it's inappropriate right?" Chris adds.

"Well, there's an 18+ version that's more money compared to the original one." Matt eyes widen just in time for Dani to show up and enter the room.

"What you two loser doing?" She laughs.

"What is the 18+ version exactly?" Chris looks over at her.

"Oh, it's just the whole calendar is sexy lingerie compared to the original one. Those ones we each sell, the money goes to the charity we donate to, UNICEF." She explains.

Chris looks at Matt, "It's for a good cause." He smiles so Matt smacks him upside the head.

The three just spent time hanging out and towards the end of the night they stayed up watching tv. Well, the boys stayed up while Dani was fighting to stay awake with them.

At the moment Dani was cuddling Matt with her head on his chest so he has to hide her with a pillow as Chris starts to vlog, "Dude, I just said no. We don't need to vlog."

"Matt and I are together for the first night in a while. We're having a classic brother conversation. With Dani tagging along. It's three in the morning. All we did, what did we do today Matt?"

"We streamed." Matt smiles as he's shown again.

"Yeah, we did, we steamed together. And we ate In n Out burger."

"Are you seriously vlogging?" Dani says still half asleep on Matt's chest.

"Yeah, but we're all happy to be back together." Chris smiles giving a thumbs up.

"Yes we are." Matt smiles as well.

"So much stuff to get done."

~ Aug 22nd ~

"MATT! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEARN!" Chris shouts as they play Chained together because they thought it would be fun but it was actually hell while they streamed.

"Just fucking chill out." Matt tells him.

"No, no, fuck." Dani curses as they mess up.

"It was you two!" Chris yells at them, "Guys!"

"It's easy just go." Matt tells him.

"Chris, wait!" Dani shouts as he goes faster than her and Matt.

"Next one, next one... CHRIS!" Matt shouts, "You're lagging, you're lagging, you're lagging, you're lagging." Matt repeats over and over as they fall a bit.

"I'm going on time!"

"No, you're going off timing." Dani tells him since even for her he was going ahead of them.

"Three, two, one!" Chris counts and they still fall off.

"Chris..." Dani sighs.

"We're being lazy, we're being lazy." Matt gets up from his desk and Dani was shocked at how far they were falling down.

Matt was so frustrated he grabs the chair Chris uses and slams it over and over on his bed. Meanwhile the other two watch the charterers end up at the very beginning. Chris takes his headphones off getting up from his seat and Dani does the same thing.

"I literally can't play with you two!" Dani shouts walking up her stairs.

"Us two? It's you two!" Chris does the same.

"No, it's just you." Matt joins them.

~ Aug 27th ~

The boys were streaming again and Dani was home but didn't want to join them. She hadn't actually joined them for the past few days since they played chained together. That day there was just so many comments about her. Normally hate comments didn't bug her whatsoever but that day some of them really did.

So while they streamed at the moment, Dani was on the couch watching tv and snacking away since she was still upset. One thing for sure was she didn't let the two know that some finally got to her.

"Why does Dani have to be in everything?" Matt reads chat and it starts to piss him off, "If you have a problem with her still after all this time kindly fuck off. Like she's going to be apart of things as long as she lives in this house. She's our best friend and we aren't going to let you push her away. We are not going through that shit again. It's fucking annoying."

"Do you guys not realize that she's basically family now?" Chris speaks up, "Like our mother lovers her to pieces. Trust me, she's not leaving. She can live here as long as she wants and join in every video. She can if she wants." Chris makes it clear.

"Again, leave her alone. Or stop watching us." Matt tells everyone.

"It's mind blowing that some people can't just leave people in our lives alone." Chris still can't believe some fans.

"I will pick her over fans." Matt adds meaning it.

"It's like insane to me. I don't understand it. It blows my mind everyday." Chris messes with his snack.

"I agree."

"I know for a fact it's just because she's a girl. If she was a guy like Nate, you would have no problem." Chris adds.

"I know the term a girl's girl and you guys aren't it." Matt looks dead into the camera, "Chris is a huge girl's girl to Dani."

"I really am." Chris nods his head, "Nick comes in second then Matt in third."

"Just stop talking bad about her, okay. Please, for us if you truly love us." Matt adds.

~ Aug 28th ~

Today Matt and Chris practically forced Dani to join their stream. The two literally busted into her room and kidnapped her. Chris had a hold of her legs while Matt held the upper part of her. They had carried her all the way to Matt's room and threw her into the bed and threatened/blackmail her. It was she join them or Matt would text Colby about the unprotected sex and he had it ready to send.

While Chris left the room to go to his room for a second, Dani stayed on Matt's bed on her phone, "I'm bored." She sighs to Matt.

"I know, I am too. We should have a movie night." He suggests to her.

"Do I get to pick though?"

"I don't mind but I vote for my bed." Matt gets on his phone before Chris comes back in.

Chris looks down at Matt's phone to see his new lock screen, "When was this taken?" He asks having no idea when they went out in an ice skating date.

"When Dani and I went skating back home." Matt keeps it short.

"Wait, which pic?" Dani raises an eyebrow.

"The one where you fell on your ass and I was laughing at you." He lies then pics his phone up to send which one it was really.

The real picture was the one of her phone with the front camera on down on their feet while Matt took a photo with his back camera as they shared a kiss.

"I still don't remember you guys going."

"It's when we said, hey we're heading out, be back later. The only time we both left the house without you guys." Dani laughs.

"Watch out Dani." Chris gives her a heads up before he jumps onto the bed so she moves over more.

"You're gonna break my bed."

"We could easily so a fuckin sleep stream." Chris gets comfy.

"I don't wanna do a sleep stream."

"Why? What are you scared of?" Chris asks him.

"It's just odd." Dani adds her option on sleep streams.

"I don't wanna be seen in my sleep." Matt tells him.

"Cause someone might stay awake to watch every second?" Chris suggests, "Or not wanting people to see you cuddle Dani during your sleepovers?" He adds and both give him a look.

Matt looks at the camera then the chat thinking of ways to kick his ass, "Those are so rare." Matt lies to viewers, "She hates sleepovers with either of us."

"Nick's the best." Dani adds to make it believable.

"Our last one she had me hugging the edge of my side." Chris tells the truth.

"You were hogging your blanket. For once it wasn't Matt." Dani points out.

"So you had to kick me out of my bed almost?!"

"Well don't hog shit then!" She hit him with one of the pillows.

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khaire-traveler · 1 year ago

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🌲 Subtle Pan Worship 🌿

Take a walk/hike in nature

Take regular breaks from screens; get some fresh air

Go camping out in nature; focus on the wildlife around you; look at the constellations at night

Learn how to safely forage

Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Pick wild flowers; press or dry them

Start a garden; tend to a plant

Decorate your space with vines, leaves, and the like; maybe fairy lights with bugs, flowers, or mushrooms on them

Have imagery of fauns, goats, forests, meadows, pan flutes, sheep, wildflowers, or mountains around

Have a stuffed sheep or goat animal; have a stuffed animal of any forest, meadow, or mountain creatures

When you're anxious or afraid, go to the forest or to nature; spend time outside, and breathe; you will be ok

Learn about local fauna and flora

Collect animal bones from nature (please thank the animal's spirit beforehand); make sure to safely handle them; link to some safety tips when handling fleshy remains

Cook with homegrown herbs or produce

Drink a natural herbal or produce beverage; fruit juice works but has high sugar content, so just be aware in case that's an issue for you

Fall asleep/meditate to the sounds of a forest or general wilderness

Pick up trash in your environment

Support environmental preservation organizations, animal sanctuaries, or animal shelters/rescues

Feed neighborhood dogs, cats, birds, etc.

Volunteer at an animal sanctuary or animal shelter

Go outside of your comfort zone; if you're afraid of doing something, do it scared; it could work out far more beautifully than you ever imagined

Learn how to play panpipes; own panpipes in general

Light a bonfire with friends in the wilderness (SAFELY!!!!); share scary stories, especially those y'all have directly experienced

Plant seeds, especially the fruit of vegetables you've eaten; give it new life

Research coping skills for stress, fear, or anxiety; try some for yourself

Keep a dream journal specifically dedicated to nightmares; try to interpret them; what are they trying to tell you?

Explore the areas nearby you, be it nature or otherwise; acquaint yourself with the unfamiliar

Get comfortable with the concept of the unknown and uncertainty; remind yourself that you need not know everything in order for it to work out in your favor

Address the uncertainties in your life that cause you the most stress; find your own answers; topics like death, the afterlife, the long-term future, etc.

Play with your pets; spend time with them

Keep your pet healthy; feed them good food, take them on regular walks/exercise them, keep them up to date on vaccines, etc.

Do something fun and new with your partner (or alone); try something exciting or scary that you've always wanted to try

Use natural herbs and remedies to address minor health issues, such as stomaches or sore throat

Try urban exploring - the practice of visiting abandoned places, especially those that have been reclaimed by nature

Face your fears; learn to work through them

Recycle; reuse things that don't need to be immediately disposed of; use compost for your garden or nearby plants

Take time to be alone and decompress, especially after a long day

Cook a good meal for someone in need

Cook a good meal for you or your loved ones

This list still feels pretty short to me, so I'll likely add more in the future. For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Pan. I hope this is helpful to someone, and take care! 💚

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

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mullermilkshake · 2 months ago

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Being a hostess.

He just keeps asking. Someone's eager.

Kiyotaka Ijichi x Hostess!reader x Suguru Geto References to past psychological abuse,Manipulation,Coercion,Alcohol,Your ex husband is drop dead gorgeous,Cabaret Hostess, why is Suguru here?

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One man who defied all odds for being the type who continued to attempt to peruse you, was oddly satisfying.

He tried to solicit your attention with scrap pieces of paper with his contact details, the three numbers leading up to his room and forward facing comments to do anything to coax you his way.

A regular he was, booked in at the same table of the Cabaret club ‘Hollow’. And despite his advances and even offers of more money just to go on a private date to which you declined every time, you always accepted his requests when he would ask for you by name.

Why? Because he looked nothing like your ex-husband. You had been free of him for two years now.

Kiyotaka Ijichi was a scrawny little business man who had not an ounce of the poise or manipulation, just plain old boldness and everyday average looks. Nowhere near strong enough to take someone on in a fight either, like a mouse afraid of their own shadow, too petrified to go out of its home by itself to avoid the trap. Just how you liked it.

In the club he couldn’t hurt you or upset you, make situations about himself or make you feel like complete shit. Ijichi complimented you, impressed by your fashion and how you carried yourself and me he made sure to tell you often. He was just so ordinary, plain looking enough and just living day to day life as a drone.

Perfect.

“Another glass of champagne please.” This was glass number three and it was almost as though Ijichi was trying to get you drunk.

Most rules stipulated your own discretion, making wise chooses whilst surrounded by alcohol and men with wandering hands. Though one rule that always bugged you was, within reason, you must fulfil all wishes of the clients. Including drinking.

You giggled and put on a show as usual to keep him coming back and spending as much money as possible. “Easy on my champagne Kiyotaka, anyone would think you were trying to get a girl drunk!”

Talking sweet like that seemed to please him. There were plenty of younger girls that would have suited his tastes, however he requested you right from the very start and spent good money doing so. “Not at all, I just want to treat my special girl for her birthday I missed last week.”

Your birthday, another year older. Another reason to believe he would grow bored of you soon and move on to another girl, a totally depressing thought when the tips and gains were so good. Just a few weeks ago he brought you a designer handbag just because he said he wanted to.

It was flattering, and a younger girl would definitely fall for his generosity and probably bend to his persistence.

“Special girl huh?” You shuffled and leant forward to pick up your glass with left over champagne inside. “I’m a year older now, you sure you won’t be requesting another girl next week?”

Special girl. That was the name he used to call you.

Ijichi swirled the golden bubbly liquid left in his own glass, arm up along the top of the booth seat behind you. “Never. I wouldn’t do that at all, I enjoy your company.”

Then why do you keep asking me back to your hotel every time?

Usually men just enjoyed talking, conversation on boring topics like politics, business and sports, maybe even stocks from time to time. But an invitation to a hotel could be misconstrued as sex or something similar along the kinky lines of role playing. Unless clear expectations were set before hand, it could get confusing when a guy sat down on the chair in the hotel ready to talk about his wife who was sat at home with the kids, or on the other hand wanting your hand shoved down his pants or mouth around his cock.

“Oh you.” You placed your free hand on his shoulder and tapped it playfully. “You’re too kind.”

“And you’re too beautiful. I often wonder why you accept my request every time I come here.”

Because of the tips. They paid your rent with lots to spare.

You hadn’t dabbled in testing the muddy waters, but his persistence was beginning to make you question whether or not you should just entertain him just to get him to stop asking.

But if you did, it could carry on and it wasn’t something you were interested in.

“I enjoy your company too.” He was refreshing. Not at all your type of guy, but far enough from your type it put you into a comfort zone, soothing and different.

“So…” You knew immediately what he was going to request. “Will tonight be my lucky night? You’ll come back to my hotel room?”

“Kiyotaka… I don’t think that’s wise. You’ve given me way too much champagne.” Your giggling did nothing to get him to chuckle along with you.

He didn’t. He actually leaned closer to you and pulled away a strand of hair that clung to the stickiness of your drying lip gloss.

“You’re incredibly beautiful, and to be honest I’ve come to like you very much.” Desperation became him. “I-I promise I’ll keep coming back and requesting you. Just one night that’s all I ask, there doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want I-I would just like some alone time to speak privately, you know, to get to know the real you?”

His face, so puppy like begging for a walk. How could you say no realistically? But that must have been the champagne in your system. One night. So would he leave you alone after that? Much contemplation and the alcohol was clouding it, the decisions and better judgement. After all, he spent so much on you in and outside of the cabaret. Beautiful hand crafted leather purses arrived at work with beautiful cards and lace, bags and fresh bouquets of flowers of your favourite, violets, to which you didn’t even remember mentioning it.

You both had talked quite frequently over the months, and he listened intently and remembered the small details. All since he walked into the Cabaret club and requested you. Maybe one night. It had been two years after all since you had ended things and endured the divorce. You hadn't even entertained the idea of being in the company of another man outside of the club since then.

He awaited your response with great patience. “Alright... One night.”

“W-what? Are you sure?”

You nodded, tipping back the rest of your champagne for good measure for you lacked the dutch courage. “I’m sure, one night after I finish and I will come and talk with you at you hotel. One night only though.”

It depended how things went. As a cabaret hostess, it came with a set of responsibilities, and watching who you fell in love with was a big one. Girls often let feelings get in the way with other clients, men so even more, falling in love definitely came with its perks, but also its downsides which hit back twice as hard.

You didn’t love Ijichi, you weren’t sure you even liked him in a way he was inclined towards you, but he seemed like a decent guy. Hence why you agreed.

He didn’t say anything right away, he sat there thinking, contemplating whilst looking around the club and its patrons. “What if I dropped enough money down on the table to cover your work tonight, would you come with me right now?”

For the night? That was ridiculous, who had that kind of money that they could just blow on one person? It was in the millions.

“A typical Friday night?” Mental maths was never your strong suit. “Roughly six million Yen.”

“Easy.” He pulled what looked like Italian leath wallet. Must have been imported. Bank notes rained down onto the table with a flutter.

“But this…” After you scooped it, you counted it. “This isn’t six, this is ten million.”

“I said I wanted to treat my special girl, pocket the other four and buy yourself something pretty.” This money came from someone who claimed they were in accounting, who knew that was how much they made.

I need to get into a different line of work.

“Thank you Kiyotaka, it’s very generous of you.”

So it was a done deal. The manager was thrilled to see how much you’d brought in for the night and he allowed you to leave early without so much as a peep from jichji to convince him. As soon as he heard you were going on a what would you call it, a date? He let you go immediately despite your roster for staying until closing time.

The hotel wasn’t even far, very convenient for the rush of dizzy and flush at your cheeks when you came out on to the main street and hit the wall of chill. Only one street away, and a fancy one at that. When you thought about it in your little tipsy fog, he had always been staying at a hotel, the same hotel number. You remembered the various amount of scrapped paper and scribbled writing to know it was the same hotel on the heading by the ripped corner.

How much money did this man have? It seemed the only this Ijichi had in common with your ex-husband though money did not appear as Ijichi's personality at face value.

It’s fine. He’s lovely. He's Probably lonely too. He took your arm and steadied you, taking it slow right through the lobby and up to the elevator.

The sight cause you to gasp audibly and forget the little details. “That’s so pretty.”

You marvelled at the one thing that drew your attention. Sparkly things. Glitter, iridescent sheets of glass and card to make a truly beautiful and angelic sculpture by the elevator. Shapes and intricate swirls over meticulously placed sheets of glass and wire rope in the style of traditional architecture. So shiny, the light hit it perfectly to reflect the contrasted rainbow.

“Apparently it took them an entire year to cut the shards of glass and hang them in just the right way, if you were to cut them down, you could never get the same effect again.”

Ijichi knew his architecture and here you were, standing looking at glitter. Art was wasted on you, if it wasn’t sparkly or shiny you weren’t interested. Diamonds were your favourite to look at. The top floor too? The elevator took ages to ascend to the penthouse, Ijichi took his hand and snaked it around the small of you back and waist. He claimed it was for your support but you didn’t believe him for a second, he was trying to get closer.

To cop a feel? Maybe.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with and as soon as you’re ready I can take you home or back to the club.”

So considerate, why weren’t all guys like this? “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“There’s also more champagne chilling in my room too.”

That made you chuckle, this whole scenario tickled your funny bone. “Now I know for certain that you’re trying to get me drunk! You aren’t subtle at all Kiyotaka.”

He smiled at the childish pat on his shoulder, but he didn’t appear to be as confident as he was, like there was a filter on his face. Maybe he was regretting it? The pacing was wrong, he took one step for every two of yours, hurrying you along to the door now. Perhaps he was eager instead? You had decided that you were not going to sleep with him.

His keycard lit up the tiny light on the reader and the door opened. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry about this.” The door closed in slow motion.

“What are you taking about?” That’s right, slow motion.

“There’s my special girl, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

You sobered instantly, the chill like a steam train bouldering heavily enough down your spine. It wasn’t the cold or the champagne, it was a monster.

Your ex-husband.

“S-Suguru…” It was so difficult to face him. “How did you find me?”

You didn’t see him, but you felt his very existence. Ichiji stood by the corner of the room shaking his head, a remorseful look and knitted brows.

“Ijichi is a very good sniffer dog.”

That bastard, that weak little bastard just took you straight to the vipers den. You knew now where Kiyotaka Ijichi was really getting his money from. Suguru Geto bankrolled that pathetic bastard everything he paid you.

You managed to be free of Suguru once before, not without stress and fear. A manipulator in his own right, a monster who kept you, never cared for you and claimed it was love. There was no way you were going to get away from him again.

Not without risking more than a catastrophic divorce and traumatic nightmares.

All because Kiyotaka Ijichi had no fucking spine.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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