#I wish I could ask you why your biscuits are the best ones on the whole planet

[uneorange]

Things I’m missing about you today:

- when you would sing while cleaning the house

- the sound your bracelets made on the kitchen table when you would help me with my homework

- the way you would pet your goldfish on the head with one finger when he swam to the top of the tank to greet you

- your lipstick smudged on my cheek when you gave me a kiss to annoy me (I was never, ever annoyed)

- sitting between your legs while you braided my hair

- watching you paint your nails

- the way you knew which ultraman episodes would have the theme song in English and which would be in Japanese

- sitting next to you on the couch and watching inuyasha in the dark

- the fact that you let me be the weirdest version of myself that I could be and the only thing you ever said about it was “which character is your boyfriend in this show?”

- the smell of your perfume

- your very sparse grey hairs

- when you’d make up some arbitrary monetary value for every basic task (using your bathroom cost $5 dollars. I say this to my students, too. It makes them laugh like it made me laugh)

- when you would become a vampire and bite me on the cheek, not enough to hurt. Just enough to make me laugh and tell you to go away

- your collection of little trinkets. So many little glass trinkets

- so so so many episodes of gunsmoke and bonanza

- when you’d tell me no, I couldn’t keep a blue crab for a pet. Put it in the pot.

- the way you always tucked my blankets in way too tight

- unlacing your shoes for you because you swore you just couldn’t reach

- dancing in the living room with you

- you, before you weren’t you anymore

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Someone To Rely On

Sherlock never trusted anyone, but now, barely without his knowledge, he trusted five people. Five! It was outrageous.

Despite his snarl and distaste for his brother’s involvement in his life, Sherlock trusted Mycroft nearly most of all. Nearly.

Whenever Sherlock ended up in a drug den, needed transport, or rescue from Serbian prisons, Mycroft was the one to trust, and he never failed to deliver.

Behind Mycroft in line, there had been Lestrade. Sherlock could always count on the DI lacking the brains to solve a difficult case, then turn to the world's only consulting detective for help.

His beloved landlady was dearer to Sherlock than his own mother. Her biscuits and cakes were the best in the land, perhaps even the world, and he didn’t mind her fussing all that much. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course. Besides, she loved their bickering just as much as he did.

Molly, next. His cheeks blushed when he thought about how over the years, he has exploited her crush on him to the fullest. Crowding in on her to let her get a whiff of his cologne. Lowering his voice when he wanted to get access to some interesting body parts. 

The only times he has touched her, though, were to apologise for his behaviour and thanking her for helping him faking his own death. Both kisses were full of regret on his part, and he still wished he hadn’t needed to bestow them on her.

And then there was the enigma, the soldier, the doctor, the man with as many trust issues as Sherlock. John Hamish Watson. The most loyal man he has ever met. A man who actually killed another man to save Sherlock from his own stupidity mere hours after they’d met. He was admittedly an awful cabbie, but the truth remains; John had not hesitated when he fired that gun. His hand was steady, his shot perfectly aimed. It took Sherlock an embarrassing amount of time to realise who the hitman was, but when he did, he was defenceless.

***

After years of living together, Sherlock knew for a fact that John was the puzzle that would always remain unsolved. That thought appeared in his mind numerous times a week. Sometimes, numerous times a day.

On Mycroft’s last visit, he called John a Living Weapon. When Sherlock had insisted on an explanation, his older brother had rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“You are totally blind when it comes to Doctor Watson, brother mine.”

Sherlock waved a hand, indicating for his pompous arse of a brother to continue.

“How loathe I am to state the obvious, there is…how shall I put it…the effective way he disposed of Mr. Hope. I don’t think I need to go into details of every time the good doctor has kept you from harm’s way, for which I am most grateful. Be it his hands, his fists, his arms in general, or illegal firearms, he is there for you, Sherlock. Always. From day one. I am certain he would have a go at me if he thought I was a threat to your life.”

Mycroft looked smug after this delivery, which Sherlock didn’t notice. He was so deep in thought, he failed to perceive that his brother left the flat. When he returned from his Mind Palace, two hours had passed.

He had created a new room for John in his mind, using all the images Mycroft planted there while he listed every way John had saved him over the years. He used less than three seconds to name it.

John Hamish Watson - The Living Weapon

***

“You’re unusually calm,” John murmured into Sherlock’s ear when he came home that afternoon.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Sherlock asked a bit puzzled.

“Considering that your brother has visited,” John clarified.

“Ah. The knocker,” Sherlock sighed. “We really should consider gluing it to stay askew for eternity.”

John chuckled and kissed Sherlock’s jaw. The great detective inhaled sharply when he realised that John’s new room in his Mind Palace would need more images. All the ways John brightened his life, how he loved him, were weapons too. Sort of. Because Sherlock was totally helpless when his lover used every trick in the John Watson Bible of Seduction to get his attention.

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라이즈 ; FOOD PLAY

PAIRING non idol riize , reader (no gender specified)

GENRE 18+ , slight smut , fluff

SYNOPSIS you mention bringing food play into the bedroom, these are their reactions

WORD COUNT 983

WARNINGS food play, kissing, fluff, mentions of puppy play, food in general, making out, oral fixation, i ♡ sub!sohee

♫ strawberry skies - kid travis

a/n day six of kinktober! not proofread, just little thoughts that flooded my mind so i hope you enjoy nonetheless! ♡ please consider liking and reblogging if you enjoy! (´⌣`ʃƪ)

shotaro his latest obsession has been the snack, sponge crunch. you’ve watched him get into the car and then run all the way back into the house just to grab a baggie of them, telling him he needed an intervention. however he’s bent on making you understand the obsession because in his words, “they’re life changing.” one night he sits you down telling you that he will make you love them (which you didn’t dislike, you just loved to see shotaro passionately explain his snack to you) letting him bring them up to your lips hand feeding you one by one. jokingly you tell him you still don’t see the hype, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout before his eyes light up, bringing one to rest between his lips bringing it up to your own. it surprised you, staring at it before taking the hint to take it into your own mouth, humming at the taste as he placed a hand on the back of your neck to steal a chocolate covered kiss. now, this, this is something you could understand the hype for; climbing onto his lap letting him pass chocolates into your mouth the sweet flavor mixing heavenly with his tongue swiping across yours stealing a taste.

eunseok you mention one evening that you’d like to try food play, eunseok pretending to be oblivious (to tease you) asking why you’d want to play with your food instead of eating it. groaning you explain what you meant him asking if pasta was a contender for this activity making you want to strangle your boyfriend. he makes it up to you by buying you candies and letting you place some into his mouth before kissing him; bent over in laughter as he asked again.. “can we try this with pasta?”

seunghan loves, loves, loves those biscuit snacks filled with chocolate in them. every year for his birthday you’d get him various kinds, his favourite being the chocolate filled koalas. the two of you never verbally introduced the idea of food play in the bedroom, simply one day making out softly while sharing the snack, chocolate intoxicating the both of you. it quickly becomes a habit, you or seunghan bringing a snack towards the other, the other person stealing it from in between your lips eating it before kissing, the sweet taste on each others lips and tongue making it easy to get lost in each other for a few hours.

wonbin there's not many sweets he likes, preferring salty over sweet. he also doesn’t enjoy having sticky things against his skin from sensory overload. however, he will consider doing anything at least once with you wanting to respect your wishes and needs as you do the same for him. he carefully placed jellied gummies onto your body doing your best not to giggle at how cute he looked fully concentrated on placing them down. his lips brush against your skin making you shiver, the tip of his tongue dragging up your skin as he hooks the gummy into his mouth. he’s so handsome making your head spin as he finished the gummies quickly, kissing and leaving love bites all over you making your brain fall fuzzy.

sungchan your boyfriend loves salty food, a dilemma that left you sitting on your bed pondering on how you’d bring up the idea of food play in the bedroom. he walks into the bedroom, sitting down next to you asking if you’re alright since you were spaced out not replying to him moments ago. you nod, placing your hands balled up in your lap asking if you could ask him something. concern covers his face instantly reassuring you that you could ask anything. you blush profusely explaining your question, the wide smile on his face making your skin cover itself with goosebumps. sungchan offers the idea of the sea salt chocolate you two had in the kitchen, blushing once more as he pressed a kiss on your forehead telling you to get comfortable as he warms it up.

anton such a foodie, loves his sweets. food play being introduced into the bedroom because he’s trying to eat some ice cream but you will not leave him alone! pressing kisses against his lips telling him he tastes so sweet trying to climb into his lap, giggling apologetically as it gets onto your thigh. usually he’d be annoyed by someone interrupting him while eating but he’s genuinely so adorned with you that he lets it slide.. loosely. he pushes you onto your back, kissing up and down your thighs before going to the left one to lick the ice cream from it, loving the way you shiver and gasp underneath him. you’re so receptive, so unbelievably sensitive to his touches and it turns him on so much knowing he can get you going after only a few touches.

sohee he’s so endearing, his pretty eyes widening when you bring up the probability of bringing food into the bedroom; clarifying you meant sexually. sohee reminds you of cute, pretty things, placing a small bowl of strawberries next to his lap, his eyes fixated on the can of whipped topping. he’s so puppy coded the way he cocks his head to the side letting you move him as you pleased, carrying a strawberry to his lips, telling him to open wide. the feeling of his tongue brushing against your fingers causes you to shiver, watching him slowly eat the strawberry. you all but nearly pass away as he grabs your wrist, sticking your whipped topping covered fingers into his mouth, sucking on the digits until they were cleaned nicely. pressing your thumb against his tongue cooing as his pretty lips latching around it humming at the sensation. he’s just so endearing you can’t help but cover him in strawberries and cream, kissing and licking him clean until he cums untouched.

[footballerimaginess]

Baby Bellingham | Part 2

Here is part 1 if you haven't read it, i will be doing a series. Let me know if you wish to be tagged x Word Count: 568 "What do we do now?" Jude asked as you were still standing looking at one another in complete shock. "Just take each day as we come I suppose, try and tell the doctors and see what happens from there. We obviously are still very early on and I am shit scared" you sighed as you fell into his arms as he held you.

"Yeah I reckon so, do you need to speak to them then. I don't really get it all" Jude nervously laughed as you moved away from his arms. "Yeah I think so, god I need to sit down. Shall we get out of the bathroom because why the fuck are we still standing in here?" you smirked as Jude turned around and seemed to realise. "Yeah I dunno why we are standing here either" he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom as you tidied up the pregnancy test and put it in the bathroom drawer for safe keeping. "Shall I make you a cup of tea?" Jude asked you as you sat down on the sofa. "Please, that would be nice and biscuits please" you shouted as he stood in the kitchen making the tea. - The next few weeks had passed, you'd managed to get a doctors appointment and had your first midwife appointment. You were working at home in your first trimester as you had told your work that you needed to stay at home, Jude thought it was best that way too. "Jude I am so bored of staying here now" you sighed as you had barely left the house in the last few weeks since finding out you were pregnant. "I know, but what if you get a bug or something? You have already had sickness, I don't want you to get poorly babe" you could tell Jude was only trying to be protective and was being extremely caring, but it was starting to wear thin. "But I will be fine, I just want some air and just want to see something. I feel myself going crazy from being inside for so long" you heavily sighed. "I know you are baby, but I just want to keep you safe"he reassured you as he squeezed your thigh. "You are keeping me safe, but I do eventually need to leave the house at one point. I am only 6 weeks, I am feeling better this week than I have done. I just want a walk" you asked him politely hoping he would let you. "Okay okay, come on" he smiled as he grabbed his phone, putting it in his pocket as you put your shoes on an grabbed a water bottle before you headed out. "Are you excited to tell people?" Jude asked as he grabbed your hand as you took in the first bit of fresh air that you had had in weeks. "Yes I am, shame we have to wait so long for it though. But I am glad it is just us right now" you smile as you grabbed his hand again as you walked to the park. "I feel a little sicky, is it okay if we go back now?" you asked him after you looked at your phone realising that you had been out for 20 minutes which was better than you expected. "Of course amor" he whispered as you turned back around, heading back home. Part 3 will be out soon x

[davycoquette]

put the world between us

It’s impossible to discern one bleak parcel of land from the next in this place. You pass cornfield after wheatfield, driving into the blaze of sunset posited at the far edge of the earth. 

How can it be this is the place Shay Ferrick comes from? You look at his scabbed knuckles on the steering wheel, the blue veins on his wrist, his forearm with its own field of coarse dark hair across it. A tiny scratch on the surface like it came from a skipping record’s needle.

Then you skip straight to staring at his face, at how his wiry stubble follows the angle of his jaw. Imperfections register as perfections; even the patchy, shitty shave-job — even the tiny flake of dry skin left after he scraped a blemish off under his nail. His nose seems sweetly short on his face and that makes the corner of your mouth hook halfway into a smile. 

Under his aviator shades, his eyes are the best part of all. You can’t see them just now, but you can picture them crystal clear all the same: they’re dark. Almost black. And they sit under his bushy eyebrows and he gets two distinct wrinkles between those eyebrows right before he grins whenever you’ve just said something funny, and shoot, you wish you could come up with something, now. You make an idiot out of yourself all the time trying. You’re so resolutely in love with this guy — in love! Who knew you’d ever get to feel like this. It’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever felt in your whole life.

“The fuck’re you lookin’ at?” he asks.

“You,” you say, earnest.

He swings a glance your way, and your moonstruck face reflects back at you from either lens of his sunglasses. Then he looks at the road, then back at you, then back at the road.

“Well, quit.”

“Y’know Housman? Alfred Housman?”

His face screws up. “Who?”

“Y’know, Last Poems —”

“No, Shy, I don’t give a shit about that. C’mon, man.”

“I was just thinking about something else he wrote. It went like—”

“No, c’mon. Don’t recite poetry at me. I hate that.”

“Okay.” You sit chewing the inside of your cheek for a beat, then add, “It’s just—”

“Shy,” he says firmly, and your name coming out of his mouth in a hot gale of exasperation makes your heart swim.

“Yeah, okay,” you agree, and grin out the window like a schoolkid with a crush.

For the next hour neither of you speaks, then a severe house juts out of a wheatfield. A windmill turns slowly beside it. At the same time as you’re clearing your throat, Shay confirms, “This is it.”

This is it. This is the place where he grew up. This is the place where he first learned to walk. Where he learned how to read and speak. Where he first built the walls that stand around him, or, no — where he dug the moat anyone who tries to get close is bound to drown in. It’s flat and unending, oppressive. The sky is bleached diluted blue. The sun festers, its fire razing outward, a tiny pinprick in the cloudless vastness. It makes you uneasy, and you love it at once.

A whip of cold, dry air blasts you in the face as soon as you open the car door. You rise and stand on your stiff legs and a little breeze bends the top of the grass. It shimmers like golden water around you. The windmill turns with a metallic shriek. The porch door swings shut.

“Hi, there,” says the tall, thin woman who just has just come outside. Her cheeks are gaunt and her face is long, and her hair is coarse and dark and tied back. She wears old blue jeans with flour handprints on the thighs, and a flannel shirt and house boots. You think she has his dark, soulful eyes, but there is something at once callous and dry about her, and you want to step onto the porch and grab her by a fistful of her shirt and demand, “Did you love him enough?” And, “Why would you live here? Why would you make him live here, in this place?”

What you say is, “Mrs. Ferrick.”

“Hi,” she repeats, barely sparing you a glance.

The smell of biscuits and cigarettes wafts out onto the porch.

“Hey, Mom,” Shay says, and lugs a duffle bag out of the back seat with him. “This is my buddy, Dick.”

You wait for a third, hi, but she ignores that altogether. Instead, she says, “Dad went to go get somethin’ at the store. He’ll be back any time now. You all come in.”

“What store? We’re comin’. Dick, get your bag.”

You open the back door and grab your backpack, sling the strap over your shoulder, and squint at the thin length of road in front of the house. You imagine Dad driving hours upon hours to reach just a store, to reach anything at all.

“Hardware store. Spigot on the side of the house needs fixed. I figured you could take your sister’s room, and he could sleep in yours.”

Shay looks at you, then at his mother. His nose wrinkles. You smile serenely.

“Alright,” he agrees, and that’s how you wind up in his childhood bedroom. 

There’s nothing childlike about it apart from the size of the bed. Sitting on the edge of it with your backpack between your boots, you look up at the light cover on the ceiling — a bowl of dust and moths — then at the dresser with the mirror sitting on it and the chip in its leg you just know he kicked there when he was, oh, fifteen.

A little scrap of metal sits on top of the dresser in front of the mirror. You know what that is, as unidentifiable as it seems: it’s a piece of The Airplane. That story feels like something you can clutch to your heart — it’s The Airplane that fell out of the sky when Shay Ferrick was just a kid. That fell like an angel outta Heaven and crashed like flaming hell in the field with the pilot smoldering inside it. Shay found that scrap of metal with Dad years later.

You stand and pick it up.

“Don’t,” Shay says, taking it out of your hand and laying it down again, “do anything weird in my bedroom. In my parents’ house. ‘Kay?” 

He lays his hand on your shoulder and pushes you down onto the bed again, and your heart flies up into your throat like a chimney sweep who got sealed in.

“The less you wanna talk, the better.”

“As it pleases you,” you reply, and lean down to unlace your boots. “I’ll lie up here a while.”

Then you do, while he goes downstairs and makes stilted conversation with his mother. Their voices carry up through the cold carcass of the house while you lie on your back with an arm tucked under the musty pillow. The lace curtains are open and the dust on the glass lights the whole window golden, but you make out an airplane gleaming thousands and thousands of feet away. The windmill creaks. Then you can hear the plane’s engine, then nothing again, until,

“Well, you’ll move back here, won’t you?”

Then Shay’s sharp whispering. You can’t make out the words. The little smile that lives at the corners of your mouth when you’re with him is vanishing, however, loosening and uncoiling, and your heart knocks to be let out.

Now she’s whispering, too. Everything ends in question marks.

Your friend don’t know?

He clears his throat and says he’s gonna smoke a cigarette. Asks if she wants to come out with him. That screen door slams shut, bounces. You sit up again and slide down to the edge of the bed, then glance out onto the barren lawn. 

He’s out there, looking up toward the window. You can see it on his face; you heard something you weren’t supposed to hear. He knows better than believe you could ever miss anything. And now you know this; it sits like a lump of concrete in your stomach: Shay Ferrick is afraid of you.

[goblinpuppy35]

The Punk and the Wolf

(Previous chapter, Part 2, Next Chapter)

Remus Lupin x Male Reader

Summary: Set during OFTP, Y/N is Mad Eye Moody's assistant and while staying at Grimmauld place, him and Remus develop a connection.

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It was past midnight by the time the whole house began to calm down and everyone retired to bed. Since Remus had arrived a few days earlier he was able to claim his room, not that he really cared. He was laying on top of the covers his hands resting on his chest listening to the sound of Molly Weasley trying to get her litter to settle down.

"Now come on boys there's been enough excitement for one day, off you go". A joint sigh could be heard coming from Fred and George "Why do we have to share mum!? We don't mind Harry but you know how loud Ron snores!". With her own sigh Molly replies "Oh hush, your lucky you even have a bedroom, those who only arrived a few hours again are having to sleep down in the living room, do you want to swap?".

Remus assumed Molly was referring to Mad Eye Moody and Y/N. He was tempted to offer up his room, he really didn't mind where he slept since he never got a goodnights rest anyway. His joints would ache regardless. He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, never quite finding a comfortable stop and in the early hours of the morning gave up entirely. With the soft dull light of dawn creeping through the curtains Remus decides to find something to read. Fortunately he remembered seeing a copy of The Odyssey on Sirius's bookshelf downstairs, though Remus doubted if his best friend had ever given a single book in this house a second glance. 

Remus crept down the stairs, madthodically trying not to make any loud creeks as he went. The silence was deafening and such a contrast to how it felt earlier, full of people, light and noise, now Remus felt like he was walking through a morgue afterhours. First things first a cup of tea, he thinks as he makes his way into the kitchen. His eyebags felt heavy and as Remus pushed open the door he felt like he was sleepwalking, so when he reached out for the kettle and his forehead bumped into something soft he didn't react straight away. His reaction came after a surprised "wooooh hey there" echoed above him. With a mixture of confusion and surprise Remus steps back a little and squints upwards as his eyes adjust to the darkness. 

Above him on the counter is a pair of leather boots, Y/N's boots and Y/N is in them, fully standing on the counter, arms raised and hands burried in the top shelf of assorted packets and food tins. He's looking down at Remus with the same expression a cat dose after they have just been caught pushing a glass off the table. "Oh it's just you" Y/N's breathes in relief and carries on rummaging, "what are you doing here?".

"What are YOU doing here?" was Remus' response, still baffled by what he was witnessing. "I think Molly put a packet of biscuits up here to keep them away from the twins and AHH here we go" with a crinkle of a package Y/N pulls them off the shelf with a triumph and turns around to properly face Remus. Because he was standing on top of the counter Remus had a clear view of Y/N's belt buckle, it seemed to be a bronze engraved plate of a hare curled up. It was handsome and strange, just like Y/N Remus thought and then he became incredibly aware he was staring at Y/N's crotch. He suddenly felt very warm around the collar and wished to be in a different situation. Now that Y/N had found what he was looking for he abruptly sat down on the counter with a little thud and then a whack when he boots hit the cupboard doors below him. This decent now meant him and Remus were the same height, eyes, nose and mouth all the same level to one another now. Remus started to wish he was looking at Y/Ns crotch again, it would be clear how crimson his face was if it wasn't so dark.

"Want one?" Y/N asked raising the packet of what seemed to be chocolate chip cookies towards Remus, Y/N tilted his head and smiled as he said this looking into the older man's eyes. Why did Remus feel so nervous about much a simple question. "Oh no, no thank you .. not nearly enough chocolate for me".

'What a ridiculous response' he thought to himself, mentally putting his head in his hands.

"Ah I see, well more for me then so thank you" Y/N says cheerily, taking one biscuit and then toasting it in Remus' direction before hopping off the counter and making his way towards the living room door. "Umm I don't think we've been properly introduced yet" Remus almost yelps out trying his best to keep the conversation from ending. "I'm Remus Lupin, can I make you a morning cup of tea?", Y/N stood for a moment and observed Remus with a smile, he found this gesture very sweet. "Nice to meet you properly Remus Lupin and yes please that would be lovely, though it's a night time cup of tea for me, you see we only got back about twenty minutes ago, me and Moody do night patrols and then various missions and enquiries for Sirius during the day so I'm afraid we probably won't see to much of each other". Hearing this genuinely made Remus sad as well as a little concerned when he looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:30am, "That's a lot to take on, you must be exhausted".

"No more than everyone else I imagine" Y/N's say through a massive yawn and he arches his back ninety degrees backwards making it crack a little. Remus has never been super flexible, he thought if he tried to roll his shoulders back it would cause an earthquake.

With tea made Remus carries the two mugs through to the living room. As he walks through the door the sight of a slouched snoring Moody in the near by chair made him jump and then instantly laugh softly. "Its okay he wont wake up" Y/N says walking passed Remus, lightly brushing his arm against Remus' he goes. Remus nearly slips the tea from a shiver which goes up his spine. "Once Moodys gone he's out like a light but then again he knows he can here because this is the only place where we are truly safe." while he talks Y/N makes his way to the sofa which has a couple of blankets layed out, he sits down lifting his feet up and over the sofa arm. Remus placed Y/Ns mug next to him on the small table, instead of saying thank you Y/N gave Remus a warm smile and Remus instinctively gave one back before sitting in the arm chair across from him. Despite the bizarre start to the meeting, sitting here with Y/N felt so calm and relaxing.

"So what's your reason for being up so late, early, whatever" Y/N asks as he blows on his mug. "Oh i cam down to find something to read!" remembering this excited Remus and he got up to moved towards to bookshelf , "I noticed there was a copy of The Odyssey, its one of my favourites.... at least I thought it was here, a small paper back copy" he furrowed his brow as he searched. "Do you mean this paper back?" and turning around Remus saw Y/N holding up the exact book he'd seen in between his painted fingers. "Sorry I saw it earlier and its always been on my list and I thought during the few moments Im not running around I could give it a go but here" and Y/N leans forward holding the book out for Remus to take. "Oh no really its fine im sure I can find something else here.." Remus began to say but as he skewered the shelves he realised every other book he had either already read or didnt like, there were even a few old magazines scrolled up and shoved in here. Oh for goodness sake Sirius.

Y/N watched the tall mans face grow more annoyed and smiled to himself. "Heres an idea" he spoke up and draw Remus out of his thoughts. Y/N with his thumb flicked through the book until he reached and end and then shiftily tore out a page, a gasp left Remus' mouth and Y/N chuckled in his direction. "Calm down its a blank page" he whispers as he tears the blank page in two, "since you and me will be up at different hours of the day anyway, why don't we share it. See ill write my name here" Y/N leans down and picks up a pen from the table, "And your name here. There. Two book marks" he beamed up at Remus once he finished his task and this smile made the mans heart melt. Y/N placed his bookmark on the page he had reached and places Remus' into the front of the book before lifting up his hand again waiting for the older man to come and take the book.

Slowly Remus came toward Y/N and started to take the book but stopped when he realised his long fingers were touching Y/Ns hand, he could feel some of the cold metal of Y/Ns rings in his palm. Neither of them said anything or moved for a moment, they both observed the interaction and then looked to one another, their eyes meeting. "I look forward to hearing what you think about it" Remus finally said, still looking into Y/Ns eyes. "Likewise" and finally after what felt like several prolonged minutes they separated. As they did Remus suddenly noticed Y/Ns shirt sleeve fall down a little revealing strange markings and colouration on his arm, it wasnt scarring but there was something unusual there, like a mark? "Well.." Y/N continued to say as he briskly pulled down his sleeve and cleared his throat, "I think ive got about two hours before me and Moody have to be up again."

Remus nods "of course, sleep well Y/N" and he walks out of the room holding the book to his chest with both hands. As much as he would have liked to stay and talked to the charming and peculiar man he also liked the idea of Y/N getting some rest. Remus spent the rest of the day with The Odyssey his is cardigan pocket, running his thumb over the spine. When night fell he was laying on his bed reading it though with every paragraph he imagined Y/N reading it and wondered what he thought. Did he laugh at the same bits he did, did the same quotes stay in his head too? Without evening realising Remus drifted off playing these questions over and over in his head.

It was the birds chirping which woke him up the next morning. Quickly he sat up and looked at the alarm clock. 6:30am. Shit. With a brisk pace Remus came down the stairs and instantly saw the living room door wide open, blankets draped everywhere. They were gone. Shit. He sighed in frustration and at a slower pace wondered into the kitchen to switch the kettle on. Similar to before he reached out towards the counter and then was taken aback though the cause was not a midnight snack thief this time. Resting against the kettle was a full packet of double chocolate biscuits and there was a note.

"Saw these when we were out and thought of you. Hope they meet your insanely high standards for biscuits! :) - Y/N"

Remus began to beam from ear to ear. It had been a long time since someone had given him a gift, even if it was just food. Only one thing kept swimming around in his head at this moment. "I think I'm really falling for this guy. Shit."

[cemetery-irises]

uh uh spontaneous 7-9 year old andrew fanfiction umm eyah

Andrew softly pushed open the door, the familiar creaking interrupting the silence in the air. Their new house was smaller than the one they had before. A woman was in the kitchen, putting some items into the cupboards. She had an air of beauty about her, though Andrew knew she didn’t look her best. The dark smears beneath her eyes had only gotten darker, and she seemed… exhausted. She moved slowly, shakily, without the energy she used to have. 

Andrew watched her from the doorway for a moment, before taking his shoes off and shutting the door. The thin woman looked up, smiling at him. “There you are. I was getting worried…” she said softly, her approach quiet as she knelt in front of him, before frowning. “…you’ve come home all bruised again…” she sighed, patting Andrew’s head before moving to fetch their medical kit. “I’m so sorry, my dearest. I wish I could help more…” she lamented quietly as she began to wrap his arm in a soft cloth bandage.

A process that had been repeated countless times, and would be three times repeated today.

Andrew had no response, and stayed quiet while he was being treated, though he flinched as his mother coughed into her hand. He waited for the fit to end before asking, “…are you… not feeling better…?”

His mother looked up, smiling gently again. “Don’t worry about it, my dearest. I’m sure it will pass soon.” She reassured him. Andrew could hear the way her voice trembled, the way it was hoarse and raspy. Not like the soft, featherlike voice she used to have before she got sick. He felt a hand comb through his off-white locks, and he couldn’t resist the urge to lean into it as he felt it move to cup his cheek.

“Make sure to do your schoolwork. I’ll go prepare supper.” she said, checking one last time to make sure his bandages were secured before lighting the hearth beneath the large metal pot. Andrew pulled some papers from his bag, making his way to the table. Though he liked learning, he couldn’t focus. He fiddled with a patch on his sleeve, glancing at his mother while he cooked.

Eventually, he took a small breath in, wanting to ask her about what bothered him. After all, she was the only person who spoke to him. “…is it… m-my fault… that we’re…” he trailed off, trying to stop himself from stammering. “…that we had to move…? Because… because I’m… cursed…?” Andrew asked quietly. His mother froze, turning to look at him. “No, no. Not at all, amour.” she insisted. “You shouldn’t listen to the villagers. They fear what they do not know.”

Andrew looked away, still fidgeting with his patch. “... you only said that because you’re my mom, didn’t you,” he mumbled, and a look of concern was present on her face once again. “Don't say that, my dearest. It's not true.”

On top of the pain from the bruises littering his body, there was a dull, gnawing feeling in his gut. A feeling he hated more than the soreness; the discomfort regularly took all of his attention, and he didn't want to argue. “…is the food done?” The hesitant question was met with a small, forced chuckle from his mother. “Nearly, my dearest. Hold on a little longer, please.” she asked, continuing to prepare the meal.

Andrew didn't protest, watching his mother as she worked. A bit later, she brought two plates to the table: dishes of salt pork, some green beans, and a few biscuits. As she got seated, Andrew impatiently prodded at the beans on his plate before glancing at hers. Though the amount was already small, he could tell he got the larger serving. Again…

The two of them ate in silence. Where there should have been a parent inquiring about their child’s day at school instead had the soft sounds of metal on china; not because the pair didn't like talking to each other, but because his mom knew exactly what happened. And Andrew hated talking about it.

“... why do you eat less now?” Andrew spoke up, pushing the beans around on the plate some more. His mother hesitated, before the soft noise of her voice filled the air once more. “You're a growing boy. If you don't eat, you won't grow to be strong and tall. Surely, you don't want that?” she asked, before chuckling lightly to herself again. “I've finished growing, so I don't need as much.”

Andrew looked at her for a minute, the pale lavender of his eyes filled with an exhaustion and sorrow that should never be present in a child. “... you're too small for your dress now, though. It's… it's gotten all baggy.” he mumbled, putting his fork down as mother sighed. “... that's… normal, amour. Don't worry.” She stood up, carrying her plate to the sink before rinsing it off. Andrew finished his tea biscuits before following after her.

As Andrew clambered into their shared bed, he heard another one of his mother’s coughing fits from the kitchen. He knew they were poor— the other kids at school made sure of it. But the amount of food his mother brought back from the market got smaller every time… and despite what she said, he knew it was his fault. The merchants wanted nothing to do with her because the Devil had possessed her son, and hardly any of them would let her buy things.

At this thought, he turned over; his newly tear wet cheek resting against the cool fabric of the pillow. He was nothing more than a curse, or a bad omen, and that was all he’d ever be. He felt the mattress dip down under the weight of his mother as she made sure he was tucked in properly. Andrew didn't move; as he didn't want her to see his tears and with her more.

Once the sheets were adjusted, she herself got set to rest. Andrew could feel the comforting heat from her body next to him; and despite himself, he smiled slightly. Even if the village hated him, even if he had to come home beaten and bruised, he'd always get to come home and be loved.

Such a naïve thought for a cursed child like himself to have.

[rosewaterandivy]

Cee my darling dear💛 if it strikes your fancy how about dialogue prompt number 51 with Eddie? or if you'd prefer maybe a little info on the long ride home because that teaser fucked me up in the best way and I'd love to know more😊

My sweet, sweet Sylvie - anything for you! #51 with Eddie is in the works, but have a little Long Ride Home snippet in the meantime. 💜

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tagging @powderblueblood for cheering this on and in celebration of our shared brain cell; we're two halves of a whole idiot (affectionate)

warnings: grief, childhood memories, inability to cope

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“Why is he doing this?” Eddie huffs, rubbing his eyes in frustration to keep the welling tears at bay. “I don’t want any of this shit, I never asked for it.”

The plot of land, Mama’s wedding band, the fucking letters—

He sniffs and‌ pushes the papers away from him, leans back in the creaky old chair.

“That may be so, son,” Cal speaks up, “But it’s yours, regardless.”

Mamaw wanders over from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her worn apron. She ruffles Eddie’s hair, nails scoring lightly along his scalp.

“Won’t you give us a minute, Cal?”

The older man nods and rises from the table, stepping out on the porch to make himself scarce. She doesn’t sit across from Eddie, but drags a chair to his side and glides a soothing hand across his back in slow circles. He sighs heavily, cradling his face in his hands and wishes that Wayne was there.

“Why now?” He mumbles, “He’s dead, so what’s the point?” 

Mamaw tsks, for lack of a better thing to say, wraps one hand around him to draw Eddie near. “C’mere baby,” She prompts, voice low and soft, letting him slump against her. His head rests at the juncture of her shoulder and neck, safe and comforting, like the way she used to rock him to sleep during those summer storms.

The scent of her perfume permeates his nostrils— amber, rose, and bergamot, combining with a whiff of the rising biscuits in the oven. Her fingers card through the loose strands of his hair that escaped the topknot, she hums a familiar tune. And if Eddie closes his eyes, it’s almost like she’s there again.

He was far too old, in Al’s humble opinion, to be sleeping in his parent’s bed. But there was a wicked storm rolling through, battering the windows enough to make them shake, thunder booming overhead. She’d shushed her husband’s complaints and turned over the covers to let Eddie crawl in between them. Al acquiesced because he hated to deny Elizabeth anything, and he figured one night couldn’t hurt in the long run.

Settled against the pillows and snug between his parents, Eddie felt himself relax. Facing his mother, he could see her watching him a soft smile gracing her lips. Al gave Eddie’s arm a squeeze and turned over to go back to sleep, leaving the pair of them awake and listening to the lashing rain.

“Y’know baby, I never minded the rain.” Elizabeth whispered, fingers brushing his hair from his face, “Because after the rain, comes the sun.” Her hand fell to the nape of his neck and drew him close, she began to hum softly, soothing her son the way she always did.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.

A few voices wafted through from the screen door, low-pitched and masculine. Eddie couldn’t be bothered to care, too wrapped up in a memory that was slipping through his fingers and figuring out what the fuck he was supposed to do. 

Mamaw continued her rocking and humming, not pushing him to say or do anything but simply be. 

True, Eddie didn’t want any of this shit or responsibility. Really, what was he going to do with a plot of land in Kentucky? And he didn’t need a father, especially one trying to make amends from beyond the grave.

The screen door creaks open followed by the soft tread of footsteps on the wooden floor. Another chair dragged to Eddie’s side, the scent of crisp pine swirling through the air, one he’d recognize anywhere. He can feel Mamaw nod, hear the faint whisper of something above his head.

Instinctively, he turns to find Wayne seated beside him, a little jet lagged but there all the same. The corner of his mouth kicks up in a half-smile, one big calloused hand cupping the nape of Eddie’s neck. “Hi darlin’,” He greets, “Sorry it took me so long.”

In the south, it’s a common occurrence to hear the old adage of: god willlin’, and the creek don’t rise. Sometimes it’s spoken after church service by little old ladies sending each other off, “Well, if I don’t see you before the good Lord calls me home…”

“God willin’ and the creek don’t rise!”

A sentiment meant to convey situations subject to uncommon but not unforeseeable events. Eddie had heard it his entire life, but never really caught its meaning until now. It was as if all his anger and useless frustration fled from him at the sight of his uncle. The tears he attempted to keep at bay cascaded down his face, hiccuping sobs as Wayne drew him to his chest.

Turns out, the creek did rise and broke the damn levy.

“It’s okay, Ed,” He says in that low drawl of his, “I’m here now.”

And it would be.

Because whatever Eddie may have lacked for growing up, it certainly wasn’t love, or a place to call home, or people who cared about him. Nor was it someone who could and actually wanted to stick around. He didn’t need a father-figure who only cared in half-measures, too lost in his own addiction and grief to do more than pass through Eddie’s life occasionally. 

Not when he already has a dad, not when he’s got Wayne.

[observeowl]

Her Assistant | Chapter 4 - Jack the Ripper

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Your POVAfter having the scare by Miss Romanoff, we moved on to the living room where we planned our moves for the day.

I went through what I've gathered last night, collecting alibis from possible suspects, doctors, nurses, professors and police. We were eliminating suspects one by one based on their location and status when the door burst opened suddenly. I whipped my head around to see Mr Stark with two other women behind him.

"Hey Romanoff, you're done with your breakfast already?" He looked around. "I was hoping to steal some."

"What are you doing here Tony?" Miss Romanoff sighed and rubbed her temples.

"I'm just here to introduce to you, my new assistant." He plopped on the couch before extending his arm toward a woman with blue eyes and blonde hair that reached past her shoulders. "Sharon Carter and her understudy, Eleanor Crowder." He pointed to another woman who has chartreuse phosphorescent eyes and red hair that reached her waist. She seemed ominous but Tony has weird taste in women anyway.

"Nice to meet you Miss Romanoff, I've heard all the amazing things from Mr Stark." Miss Carter spoke first. Miss Romanoff didn't even respond and went back looking at her papers.

"Coffee or tea?" I asked the guest. It would be rude of me to leave them hanging even if Miss Romanoff was ignoring them. It was my job as the assistant of the house to make sure I attend to the guest when the master is not free.

"They can handle themselves, Y/N." Mr Stark said, waving me off. He nodded towards his two assistants and they went off to what I hope is the kitchen. I looked for Bucky and pleaded with him with my eyes to go follow them. I don't wish for the house to be in a mess when it's only the second day.

He understood my meaning and went after the ladies with a nod.

"Any luck with the case, Nat?" Mr Stark asked after taking a bite of the biscuit that was placed in the middle of the table.

"Don't call me that." She spat.

"Okay okay. I just heard that SHIELD came to visit you recently?" Miss Romanoff, lifted her gaze from the papers for a split second to glance at Tony before dropping them again.

"People have been missing mysteriously." Mr Stark started. "But who are they again?" He asked, confused. Mr Stark always acted as if he knew something but dropped the act halfway.

"Seriously, why are you here?" She sets the paper down, frustrated that she couldn't have her peaceful morning.

"I just thought I'll let you know that another club was hosting a party and perhaps they may have a clue somewhere." He shrugged his shoulders unamused at Miss Romanoff's outburst of emotions. I'm guessing that comes with years of friendship.

He stood up before calling both of his assistants to leave.

"Bring this to my study." Miss Romanoff said while shaking her head. Bucky came over while I was stacking the papers, telling me that the kitchen was in a slight mess. He tried to stop them as best he could but they were very impulsive.

I nodded telling him that I would tend to it later and he left for his security room. He's in charge of security, sometimes patrolling around the area acting as if he was exercising.

Taking Mr Stark information, we devised a plan to lure out the murderer. Miss Romanoff was going by herself and in the frontline this time. After spending the first half of the day picking the correct outfit for seduction, we were ready to leave.

Natasha POVI woke up in a blindfold but I could hear tons of people talking around me. Through the darkness, I could feel that my arms were tied behind my back as well as my ankles. It was as if I was in a cage, I couldn't move but I tried to ground myself with what I could infer from my senses.

This kind of situation was not foreign to me. I shifted around trying to figure out how much space I have when I heard a lady talk. "Well, it looks like our final guest has woken up." There was a round of applause from the audience like I was on a stage. Her voice was familiar but I couldn't pinpoint who, it was at the tip of my tongue but I couldn't say who.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please quieten down. This is the moment you all have been anticipating. Please look at it carefully. You could choose to keep her in the cage, play with her as you wish, use her in a ceremony or sell her part according to what the customer prefers." She began presenting and why do I have a feeling that it was me? Where could I be that they are doing this?

"This is a hard item to get! Her eyes are bright and beautiful in the colour of the forest. The starting bid is one million dollars!"

This is an underground auction! Everyone here is a piece of garbage, literal trash, not worthy of being called a human. What are they doing here, wasting their time like this?

"Y/L/N." I called out in my normal voice. And all of a sudden, the lights went out and a loud crash was heard. People screaming, groaning and grunting can be heard. Bones snapping and bodies dropping to the ground were not spared either.

"You can't just call me into a group of people, Miss Romanoff." I heard her complain as she removed the blindfold from my eyes.

"As long as I have the contract, you will come no matter what, am I right?"

"Well... of course, I will follow you wherever you go, until the very end." She said as she removed the restraints around my wrist and ankles before helping stand up.

"Only you cannot lie to me and must obey my every order." I repeated what were the key points stated in the contract.

"Yes, master." I looked around at the aftermath and it was not surprising to see them dead on the floor. Some may say that the method is a bit drastic, but I use whatever method I need in order to get things done. Even if some of them may be morally wrong.

I thought I heard someone familiar but there was no one that I recognised. "Are you looking for someone?" Y/N said as if reading my mind.

"I thought I heard someone earlier..."

"Perhaps you were talking about me?" A voice came out of nowhere and I just managed to turn around when she slammed me on the piano. Y/N was about to reach out to me but got stopped by another man who landed a punch on her jaw.

"This bitch." She started fighting the guy and I turned my attention towards the lady in front of me.

"Eleanor Crowder. I should have known."

"I never thought you could see through my disguise." Eleanor said while she had a hand on my neck.

"You were of course in our list of initial suspects. But... your alibi was flawless, turns out you had help. Furthermore, you were Tony's assistant. I thought he would have done better with his background checks." I explained while still noticing that Y/N was still having a tough time trying to settle her accomplice. This group must have been special, Y/N hardly ever has a hard time fighting anyone, ending fights swiftly almost every time.

Her grip tightened around my neck and it was getting harder to get oxygen to my lungs. "Miss Romanoff!" Y/N made her way closer to me trying to get Eleanor off me but she was stopped by him.

"Not so fast! I won't let you go so easily." He grabbed her by the arm and swung her back to face him.

"This is our fight. Let's not involve them." She said with an evil smile and pushed even harder.

"Miss Romanoff!" Y/N screamed while trying to get the guy off him. "Natasha!" She finally snapped the head of the guy and rushed towards me.

"Whoops." She said letting go of my neck and I took a deep breath as Y/N stood in front of me. "I guess it's time for me to take my leave. See you next time!" She gave us a wave before using the grappling hook and swinging out of here, not caring about the guy she was with.

"Why did you not shoot?" Y/N turned around and looked at me angrily, something she has never done before. Her clothes were in a mess which was unlike her tidy self. "You have a gun hidden with you. Even at my urging, you did not fire your gun. Why was that?" She raised her voice. We were around the same height but her piercing blue eyes sent shivers down my spine, but I was never going to admit that.

"Because it's your job." 

I looked at her before stepping aside, making my way across all the bodies on the ground, trying to check if the guy has any identifiers on him. "It is because the contract between you and I is, 'Until my objective is achieved, you will become my power. Protect me to the end so that I am not killed.' Was it not?" I asked while searching through his pockets, not sparing Y/N a glance.

Y/N did not say anything but I heard chairs falling to the ground and I turned to look at the cause of it. She was on the ground unconscious and I immediately went to check on her. I didn't know what was the cause of it until I felt my hands were damp. I looked at them and they were stained with red. Her dark clothes were concealing her blood and I didn't notice that her face was pale when she was speaking to me.

"Y/L/N! Wake up! Y/N!" I tried waking her up but it was of no use. I took off her blazer and pressed on her wound as hard as I could to stop the blood flow while calling Bucky to come over. "Hey hey, you can't sleep." But she was still unresponsive.

Soon, Bucky came over and he carried her into the car and drove us back to the apartment. We have all sorts of medical equipment there, so we hardly ever go to the hospital. Bucky laid Y/N on the bed and took off her clothes so he could have better access to her wound. "It's alright, I can take it from here. You go clean up the situation." I told Bucky to leave and took the cotton bud from him.

I noticed that there was another wound near her waist as I was suturing her up. It looked like a gunshot wound that was not too long ago and was not yet fully healed and now she has a knife wound. Is she collecting them or something? Why are there so many scars on her body? I honestly don't know how I did not notice that he was holding a knife earlier.

Once I was done, I gave her a blood bag to replenish the blood she had lost and allowed her to rest. It was honestly lucky that nothing bad happened to her or I'll have to find someone else. I don't think I'll be able to find someone as good as her.

I stayed for a while longer until I realised that I was looking at her face. What was I doing? I shot up from my seat and went to my office. After getting a notification that Bucky had cleaned everything that was necessary and was making his way back, I started making the necessary arrangements for a certain someone's visit later.

Bucky managed to come back before the guest and I told him the necessary details that he needed to know in case he questioned him.

The doorbell rang and panic instantly took place in Bucky's eyes. He was never the one to invite guests in, even more so one as important as this. "Just go and open the door and show him in." He broke out of his trance and nodded before fumbling his way to the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr Fury." He said as he opened the door. He nodded before looking Bucky up and down.

"Bucky." I said before he realised what he was doing and stepped aside for him to enter.

"Come on in." He opened the door wider for Fury to enter and now I could finally see him in his usual black trench coat that he seems to have multiple of.

"Romanoff." He said as she sat at the head of the house seat. I went to sit on the one nearest to him since he has a higher rank than me.

"Nice to see you, Fury."

"You knew I was going to come." I tilted my head in amusement. After working under him for a long time, I knew he was going to ask about the progress.

"Sorry for the delay." Y/N's voice came out of nowhere and I saw her walking out from the kitchen with a tray in her hands. How long has she been up? She still had time to make coffee? "Still take your coffee the same way I hope, Mr Fury." As she placed down the coffee set on the table.

"I hardly ever say this, but I can't seem to find your coffee anywhere else."

"Thank you for your compliment. I had a great teacher." She said as she placed the coffee in front of me as well. I stared at her before grabbing her wrist and dragging her into my office.

"What are you doing?!" I whisper shouted. "You're supposed to be resting. You're injured."

"I am fine now, Miss Romanoff." I could see that as she has clearly changed out of the shirt I placed her in. I wanted her to rest because it was my fault for not noticing that she was injured and she had to danger herself by protecting me just because I was too stubborn to lift my fingers to pull the trigger. Things could have ended much better if I had just shot Eleanor.

But my mind was too stuck on the contract, thinking she would do everything for me.

"Fine. You can have the rest of the day off then. Don't come back until night. This is an order." I said quickly and waved her off so she couldn't retaliate.

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." Her voice became a lot softer and somehow it made my heart clench to see her so hurt. She went back to her room and I saw her in a different set of clothes before walking out the front door.

"Sorry, we can continue now." I said after sitting back next to Fury.

"So, what have you gathered? I heard that you settled this already."

"Words sure travel fast around here." I joked until I saw Fury's serious face. I cleared my throat before starting what we have learnt and how we figured out who was the culprit. I skipped the details regarding my 'capture' but replaced it with just us mingling around until we narrowed it down to one.

"Eleanor had an accomplice who has an entirely different status and has managed to slip through our check when we were combing through the possible list of suspects. I found this in his pocket." I placed the name card on the table and Fury picked it up after looking at me.

"Hydra?" He read the top of the name card.

"I believe that's what they call themselves. And the fact that they are carrying their name cards around indicates that they are likely going around spreading their names and people may be hiring them to kill people."

"You're SHIELD's watch dog for a reason, Romanoff. I expected you to do better than this. You need to be eyes and hands for the country so this group of people don't roam around freely." Fury instructed. He never accepts things less than perfect so I was already expecting this.

"I'll tell Stark about his performance. Even though he may not be on the field, he still needs to up his game since he has our sensitive information." He finished up his coffee before standing up and walking towards the door.

Bucky rushed to get to the door first and opened it for him. They had a silent exchange with their eyes before Fury continued with his way. Bucky let out a huge sigh once he drove out of the driveway and I chuckled at him for being so scared.

He may be all tough and scary during the war, but he couldn't stand on his own feet against the one-eyed man.

[mlmxreader]

Training Fields | Alex Keller x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "I don't bite" "LIAR!" for alex x m!reader pls

summary: Alex insists on dragging you along with him to training, even though the weather is appropriate for anything but.

tws: swearing, biting

In all honesty, you would have been happy to have spent the day snuggled in bed, crushed against Alex's side, watching Waterloo Road and eating biscuits, but instead, Alex had brought you out to watch him do some training with Farah and Gaz; you didn't mind mostly, although the weather wasn't exactly ideal. It was cold, the wind blowing harshly and gushing a fine sheet of rain into your face as you looked out and over to where the others were; you tugged on Alex's coat, pulling on the soft faux fur so that you could press your face against the lining, shivering as you cleared your throat, closing your eyes for a moment to try and keep the rain from your eyes. You wanted to support Alex, you really did, but all the same, you were cold and you were wet and, quite frankly, fucking miserable.

You would have preferred to have stayed at home like you did yesterday. Wearing a hoodie and jogging bottoms and fluffy socks, pillows behind you as you stayed so close to Alex's side. His arm around you, his prosthetic leg resting in the corner, his hair a mess and those blue eyes focused on the television. Old reruns of Waterloo Road playing as you got beneath the two blankets. The lovely and soft silver coloured one, and the big silk black duvet. Gently tracing patterns into his chest.

You wished you were at home, and not sat on some soggy woody bench that was only a few days away from starting to rot. The sound of squelching mud, suctioning boots and making everyone slip and slide as they walked, echoing all around you. The rain slapping you in the face like a thin cost of needles, spurred on by the howling wind. You wished you were at home, or at least sat in the office. Even if you did want to be there to support and encourage your boyfriend, you would have preferred to have done it somewhere that wasn't cold and soggy and windy and wet; but you knew you couldn't leave, and although the weather was your worst enemy, you didn't want to abandon Alex when he needed you. So you pressed your face into the coat, and shook your head to try and get some of the rain off of your face and out of your eyes.

You only dared to withdraw from the hood slightly when you heard him talking, opening your eyes as you saw him squatted down in front of you, grinning as his hair started to flop down with the weight of the rain and the sweat. It looked darker, similar to how it did when he got out of the shower, and flopped the same way; but instead of smelling like honey and cinnamon, he smelled of earth and wet grass. Not exactly the best, but also not an awful smell, either.

Droplets dripping down his face, Alex looked up at you, licked his lips, and cleared his throat. "Gaz wants me to spar with him, so I was gonna ask if I could get a good luck kiss."

You shook your head, gently running your hand through his hair and wincing at how the strands were so cold and so damp. "Or not."

"Why?" He tilted his head to the side, grinning. "I don't bite."

"Liar!" You laughed, letting him straddle your lap as he made himself comfortable, his hands on your shoulders. "You are an absolute fucking liar!"

Alex pouted. "No I'm not... I don't bite."

"Yes, you fucking do," you brought him down a little, just enough to gently nip and bite at the soft skin at the side of his neck, tugging on it ever so gently. Alex grumbled, leaning into you as he muttered your name under his breath. "You're always biting."

Alex whimpered when you pulled away, but the moment that you didn't touch him for even a second, he was pressing his face to your neck, and biting down hard enough to make you yelp before you laughed; a trail of bites along your throat as he purposefully grazed your skin with his moustache, just to make your skin tickle as your laughter got a little louder.

He loved it. The sound of your laughter in his ears, making his head spin as he grinned and tried desperately to keep biting you; playful and teasing but knowing that he wouldn't get away with it, especially not when you slowly pushed him down onto the ground, mud sticking to his shirt as you put your hands either side of his head and allowed him to keep his legs around your waist. You copied what he was doing, little nips and bites littering his skin as your teeth sank into his soft flesh and made him laugh and grin as he told you to keep going. The mud was slick beneath him, and he kept accidentally slipping out of your grip, making you both laugh even more as the definite bites became attempts at feeling one another's skin.

"Baby, we're gonna have to stop," you were breathless, laughter strangling you tightly as you tried your best to keep some composure, if only so that you weren't completely incomprehensible. "You're as slippery as a fucking eel in an oil slick."

Alex laughed, wrapping his arms around you tightly so that he had a little bit of extra grip, if only so that you wouldn't completely let go of him. "Hold me tighter then, you're a big boy - it won't be hard."

"Hold you-" you tutted, shaking your head. "Hold you bloody tighter? In these fucking conditions?"

He giggled, giddy and jovial and playful as he tried to keep in place, cheering with excitement when you stood up and picked him up, your hands on his thighs as you hoisted him into place and shook your head fondly. Alex could be a pain when he wanted to, but you adored him and loved him dearly; the weather be damned, maybe you could have a good time out there after all. Even without your fluffy blanket and silky duvet and your nice biscuits and your old television programmes. Alex held onto you for dear life, his smile never faltering.

"Carry me back to Farah and Gaz?" He asked.

"You're a CIA agent," you playfully complained. "And here you are, begging for your boyfriend to carry you around."

"It's your job," Alex pointed out with a cheeky grin.

"No the fuck it isn't," you scoffed, tapping his thigh. "My job is a fucking Lieutenant in Joint Task Force Two."

"Same thing," he chuckled. "Y'know, I do love you, (y/n)."

You nodded, sighing as you started to make your way over to where the others were. "And against my better judgement, Keller, I love you, too."

"When we have our nikkah," he started, "will you carry me like this at least twice?"

"I'll think about it," you grumbled, trying to hide your smile. "How's that?"

"Fine," Alex mumbled, kissing your neck softly. "Really, though, I love you, hubibi."

"Yeah, yeah," you laughed softly. "I love you, too, habibi alsaghir."

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[kaedeakeshisworld]

I love cake

gist: When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Glad to hear that. I’m reading Izana, a folklore story that deals with the legend of the girls born on the year of the horse. Some sort of curse condemns their existence and the only solution as cruel as it may sound is to kill the kid to inhibit them from bringing misfortune to the village. It was a common practise of clan superiority traditions but it’s extremely nefarious so it has died down to a certain extent."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

chapter notes:

Ramyeon*: Korean noodles my fave are kimchi and spicy from shin ramyeon.

Baguette*: French stick type of bread.

Camembert*: Smelly French cheese (some say it smells like feet…)

Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* Lindt*: Swiss chocolate brands which happen to be my fave.

Petit beurre*: butter biscuit sometimes covered with milk chocolate or dark one. Its equivalent in the anglo saxon sphere would be graham crackers.

Quatre quarts*: Made up name place but it means pound cake in French.

bruva*: british lingo for brother (another example is how they add chew in tuesday- phonetically speaking).

rad*: crazy, mad about.

Lapis Lazuli*: a hotel name in this fic but is also a crystal often blue as well as song by the Beach House.

Jambon beurre*: literally ham butter sandwich. A very popular combo, if you ever can get a sammy at a French boulangerie, this is a classic.

financier*: a small cake (typically a finger food), can be rectangular or oval which dates back to 1865.

Je suis à Paris, les nanas*: translation Girls, I'm in Paris. Les nanas means girls but sometimes it can also mean boobs. Here is the former but the more you know…

Bukkake*: A collective jizz shower if you get what I mean…

For the pet names list: love, honey, daddy and sir for Leo.

Concerning Palais de la démesure, it is a fic I'm currently writing. Might be out towards like February of this year if work doesn't manage to knock me out first (fingers crossed)!

Cw: sex in a bathroom at the airport(do not reproduce, I Guess), benimaru is a menace, reader getting ate out, attempt to an actual handjob and blowjob but oh well she can't do much because of him, benimaru also is addicted to her so much so he's back at it again in the airplane( a menace he is), consuming porn, group chat talks are the best.

wc: 7096

c/s: this one is quite long, heh!

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

I’ve dreamt of this moment ever since I laid my eyes on her back in uni. I have to pace myself otherwise I’ll just jizz my pants and I don’t want that for my first sexual intercourse with Y/n. Dawg, I sound like a fucking teenager who’s tryna get their very first nut! Why am I so goddam nervous in the first place. Like this is light work but I wanna impress her too…

"So," she commences "what are you going to do about your erection?"

He tells her "Brace yourself on that sink with both hands, if you will?"

"I can do that."

"That’s secure enough for you? You’re not going to do anything which requires the use of my might?"

"Maybe, who knows?"

He gets down on his knees and his hands start fumbling your backside. 

I have my hands on uni's most appraised butt. What a fucking legend I am to be the one fondling it. We were little shits back then but what could a motherfucker do besides blame hormones? We were packing and matter of fact I ain’t lose none of the moves from back then. I’ll show her how a real man eats out a woman. 

Memories 

"Hey, you don’t know what I’d do to get my hands on Y/n’s backside."

"Same! Before I die, if god is real and can grant me one wish, I wanna rest my head on it. You can tell the joint's hella comfortable."

"What if she farts?"

"Are you dumb or you’re acting like it on purpose?"

"He is, poor thing really thought women don’t get gassy."

"You sure you passed them exams to get to uni or maybe you bribed someone?"

"What are you even saying?" 

"I said what I said and it stays between us."

"You can’t be the first one who’s done it anyway."

"He’s so spot on."

"Anywho… wanna bet?"

"Bet about what?"

"I’ll touch that butt of hers before any of y’all get the chance to. I’m the best, so place it now."

"Two hundred."

"Fifty ‘cause I’m behind rent this month."

"One thousand if you do it today."

"Sold! Just watch me in action."

"Y/n!"

"Beni! How have you been?"

"Not looking as fine as you do."

"Stop playing."

"I’m just saying the truth."

"Yeah, keep at it."

"I was wondering if we could maybe go to the movies."

"Tonight, I can’t I have a due paper and need to verify some finishing touches before I hand it in but tomorrow, I’m free."

"Tomorrow at ten, then."

He mouths to them when he goes away by Y/n's side 'just watch me, you bunch o’ goons.'

"He acting like he the king or sum?"

"So fucking conceited!"

"He must be high from what he bouta get tomorrow."

Tomorrow evening  

"As always, you look superb."

"You don’t look so bad yourself."

"That’s a compliment from Y/n, I’ll cherish it my whole life."

"Really?"

"Pick whatever you’d like, my treat."

"Salted caramel popcorn, butter and sprite. I wouldn’t mind having some sour patch kids…" 

"Great choice."

"What about you?"

"I don’t really feel like eating so, candy will be aight."

"You like it?" 

"So far, it ain’t bad."

"We’re getting to the scarier bits."

"Okay."

"You can hold me, if you want to."

"I’ll be good."

That’s what she said but her hands were gripping his bicep and her hiding her face on it says otherwise. She really was tryna act strong in front of a horror movie. You should know better!

"It’s gotten better, I promise."

She looks at the screen and the murderers are actually decapitating the victim while performing some sort of ritual which apparently could revive the dead. In answer to him lying to her she smacks his arm.

"Beni! How could you do this to me?"

He chortles so hard which earn him some disapproving looks from other folks who were also in the room. 

"I thought it would be nice to prank you. Please, don't hate me. You're so pretty when you get mad."

"You're crazy Beni, on god you are."

At first you think it’s a bit odd or he’s perhaps just getting in the mood so you let him do how he feels it. He hikes up your dress, plays with your undies a little before getting a sharp inhale from the source.

He slides her panties down to her ankles and slowly but surely smooches her pearl. She smells really good down there. He’s glad he gets to taste her essence from the source right away even though licking her clean from her underwear would thrill him too.

His hands grab her cheeks to spread them in a way he can engulf fully her clitoris into his moist hot cavern. 

He lets her know that eating her out is one of the many things he enjoys doing when he vibrates around her button. She lets out an almost inaudible squeal which has him struck at first to hear such a sound but women are one of a kind so he’ll try to get to know more sounds like this he’s not so used to hear. Interesting, he considered.

She grips the sink, harder. She also makes a mental note not to make too much noise because they are in a public setting. Yes, with Leo she was inside a car outside but this time things are slightly different she’s in the airport, getting it on with someone who’s had eyes on her for a long time. She doesn’t know what to expect of him in terms of what he can do to her given the current situation she finds herself in. She should be fine, she likes to think this way.

"Just like that, please don’t stop."

He asks her "you like that or you could use some more of my face?"

She spits back "you want me to ride it?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Do we have time?"

"We still have roughly eleven minutes left, so go ahead."

She grabs the back of his head, settles exactly how she feels like she should be using his face like a seat then makes a back and forth motion while trying to keep her composure because his tongue is not really giving her a break like she thought she’d get as if she were in control.

A few moments after she finds herself on her knees, riding his face while she tries to pump his erection with her bare hands, Benimaru somehow forgot how nice acrylics feel on his dick. It’s been a long time since he’s had a wild night similar to the one when he had been summoned at the Palais de la Démesure. He sometimes wishes he were summoned more often but oh, you cannot have everything you want in life now, can you?

Anytime she tries to wrap her lips around his head, he makes her jerk slightly forward with his tongue skills. When she finally does engulf him into her mouth, he lets out a sharp inhale. As she bobs his length up and down he grips her hips harder and sucks on her clit to the best of his ability one could think it has somehow become a competition to see which one of them is going to make the other come the fastest.

When her much awaited release washes over her, her first reaction is to put her hand over her mouth and she remains there, shaking for nearly three minutes atop Benimaru’s face. 

"How are you?"

"Better than ever, great I must say!"

"How much?"

"We ended before the actual time so we have five minutes to freshen up, look somewhat presentable not like we were fucking and off, we are."

"I never had someone make me come like that just using my clitoris, only.

I wanna know where did you learn that."

"I can ’t tell you where or who I learned it from all. I can say is that I am thrilled to hear you enjoyed that. I would gladly give you another clitoridian orgasm whenever you feel like having one. I am at your service anytime." 

"That’s so refined of you. Is that how you get women?"

"No, not my preferred method to say the least."

"Then, how do you proceed, I’m curious now?"

"Well…" he says meanwhile he buttons up his pants. "May you please remind me how I got you."

"Uhm… I don’t quite remember how that went. I could use a little help if you know what mean."

"Y/n you’re being incredibly hurtful in my opinion. How could you do this to me?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I invited you to have breakfast with me, we talked for a bit. I made you laugh and got you on a trip abroad with me. So far, aren’t you enjoying it?"

"You’re right about that. We’ll see that when we’re finally in Paris."

She takes off her panties and discards them.

"You’re not going to wear panties during our flight?"

"They’re soaked. I’m not doing that to her plus, a little wind won’t hurt."

"You’re right maybe, I should do the same."

"No, you should hurry up. I’ll go out first and send you a message when you can come out."

"We cannot be seen exiting this room together."

"Okay. I’ll wait for the message."

On board  

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten up your seatbelts."

"What are we going to do once we land there, Benimaru?"

"For the very first few nights, we’ll stay at a hotel if all goes according to plan that is, then later we’ll go to a house that I rented. That way, we’re not permanently in Paris throughout the whole trip because it may be the city of love but it’s not able to fit all of us who wish to be there."

"You meant you wanted to move there someday?"

"I would love to but the housing situation is enough to provide me with a decent headache, I don’t need that on a daily basis."

"Oh, I get it but maybe you should try moving to the suburbs. I’m sure you’d find your happiness there."

She’s probably not wrong. I’m sure one can find a nice place within an hour difference from Paris.

Meal

"The baguette is rather stale, if you ask me. The salad’s okay, the camembert too, a glass of wine, the onion soup with and we got macarons for dessert. I think I’ll ask for a bowl of ramyeon* later in the day, I know I’ll be hungry.

"What did you get?" 

"I opted for cantonese rice, a side of pickled okra, a pudding and I also have boxes of chocolate." 

"How did you get chocolate?"

"Complimenting the flight attendant goes a long way…" 

"You’re telling me I should do the same?"

"No, I have two boxes, one for me and the other for you."

"Can I see the goods?"

"Here you go."

"Normally, we have Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* and Lindt*."

"Oh, how I love Swiss chocolate!" 

"I know you do."

"Should we share?" 

"Only if you want to."

"Swiss liquor ones or petit beurre*?"

"Why not both?"

"You’re right," she lets out "we should treat ourselves."

You both bite them. Now for the Swiss liquor, you popped one into your mouth.

"Y/n you have something on your upper lip."

You look at it, you can’t see what he’s just mentioned. He said "I’ll get it for you."

He approached your face, touched your upper lip with the pad of his finger and then kissed you. It caught you by surprise, you gave in didn’t even fight back.

"What was that for?"

"I was always told that chocolate liquor tastes better if it’s comes from someone else’s mouth so I wanted to put it to test."

"You’re trying to impress me or did I miss something?"

"We can try it again if you want to, you can kiss me this time."

"Beni～ is it because you didn’t get to do it earlier?"

"It probably is."

"We should watch a movie together."

"Then, I’ll leave the choice to you."

"That’s okay with you?"

"Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?"

"You think my seat has enough space for us?"

"I’m sure it’s the case. We should get comfy."

"Are you sure the flight attendant is not going to catch us?"

"We aren’t doing nothing illegal Y/n, just watching a movie."

"I’ll sit first, you sit on me and get the covers."

"What did you pick?"

"You’re going to see."

"Paprika or Tokyo godfathers?"

He doesn't answer. He does love how you keep asking him what you're going to watch. It's amusing for him.

Midway through the movie, your head peacefully rested on Beni’s chest while he stroke your thigh aimlessly just reeling at how much he wanted this brief moment to last.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it’s a bit hard to follow but I think I’m getting the hang of it."

"I’m happy to hear that."

"I told you to pay attention to it and you’re getting sleepy on me. No can do."

His dominant hand snaked right into your panties while the other delicately fondles one of your boobs. You were about to protest but the way he does everything in sync makes it die on your tongue. 

You feel encouraged to rub your bud against his fingers while he smooches behind your ear.

"Beni～," you managed to utter between each moan he dragged out of you.

"Yes!" 

"You’re going to continue even if I stop, right?"

"By all means, my love. You’re paying attention to the movie?"

"How can I- -"

"Tsk, I told you to keep your eyes on it."

"You’re being so mean!"

"I’m not, I’m giving you some relief before tonight’s much needed rest."

"What happened to the Beni I met at my place before coming to the airport?"

"Never heard of him. We can talk about him if you want to…"

"Such a joker."

Shower

"I can shower here."

"Yes, you can. I’ll ask the flight attendant to show you where it is."

"Oh that’s wonderful. Are you going to do it too, Benimaru?"

"No I’m good, I’ll shower when we get to the hotel."

"I was wondering I think we should go to the Louvre museum." 

"Oh you’d like to go there. No problem." 

"You rock!"

"On the first day or can it wait?"

"Maybe on the second or the third even…"

"You’d like to go by yourself or be in company of someone?"

"You have somewhere to be?"

"No, I’m just asking."

"I would like it to be with you."

"We’ll do that."

In the shower while everything has been going perfectly well, you’re suddenly hit with a wave of sadness when you’re washing up. The goods you’re using on this flight smell exactly like ones Leo wore the first time you two ever met. It feels wrong to remember him fondly when a few hours earlier you were sitting on Benimaru’s face and he made you come like that. Is it greedy of mine to want both of them doing unspeakable things to me? I’m sure it isn’t, you laugh it off. For the time being you should enjoy your deserved time in Paris by Beni’s side. Everything else shall fall into place.

When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Glad to hear that. I’m reading Izana, a folklore story that deals with the legend of the girls born on the year of the horse. Some sort of curse condemns their existence and the only solution as cruel as it may sound is to kill the kid to inhibit them from bringing misfortune to the village. It was a common practise of clan superiority traditions but it’s extremely nefarious so it has died down to a certain extent."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

Bedtime

"No, I’ll make your bed for you. After all, that’s the service you paid for."

"You did, Benimaru?"

"Yes, love."

"Sorry then."

"I was wondering if can I get some infusion before bed?" 

"Indeed, is there anything like flavour you’d like to have?"

"Chamomille would be wonderful, that is if you have that."

"Definitely! I’ll check but I’m ninety eight per cent sure we have it."

"Here is you infusion, would you like some sugar with it or honey?"

"Honey would be lovely."

"Here you have it. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Everything was perfect. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, please, do not hesitate."

"I suggest you rest as much as you can, we have an eventful day tomorrow."

He kisses her forehead and tells her "Goodnight love."

Breakfast

At last we get to have a proper Parisian meal which is made up of the mandatory classics like a croissant, pain au chocolat, tartine with jam and butter. A double shot espresso coffee with a dash of milk. And for the fiber, a fruit salad.

"We’ll arrive at Paris in a bit less than two hours."

"I can’t wait for it. I am so excited."

"We’re currently at the airport. We’ll most certainly eat before we get to the hotel. I ordered a few of my men to get me a car but given it’s weekday time and peak hours for traffic jams, they’ll be here in about an hour."

"Got it."

"What should we do then?"

"We can get some snacks for the time being the hotel check in is only at eleven roughly."

"Let's go to a drugstore then I have to stock up on sunblock and I should also get me some nuxe products."

"Lead the way, I’ll follow you."

"What do you think of this?"

"It smells really good, you should buy it."

"If you insist…"

Get some sheet masks because this flight dried up my skin terribly. 

Perfume should I pick vanilla or strawberry? I don’t feel like choosing so get both. I know he’ll like it, anyway.

"To Lapis Lazuli* we go." 

"It’s not in Paris, it’s nearby and what do you take me for a pigeon maybe?"

"Hotels in the very centre of the capital are a pain in the ass, I don’t like that type of hassle. I picked somewhere not so well know so that way in two days or so we can leave for the house I rented."

"Mother why are you trying to monitor your son who’s on a trip with the girl he loves?"

"That’s my job."

"Don’t you have more important matters to attend at the moment?"

"Like what for example?"

"I don’t know, maybe not worrying about me?"

"Okay, darling bring me some souvenirs and take care of that girl you cherish so much."

"I will, bye mother."

Someone gently wakes you from your slumber. You really don't feel like opening your eyes and he didn't want to wake you up since you were serenely sleeping. He has to.

"Y/n, Y/n, can you hear me, love? I’m so sorry to wake you up, we’ve arrived at the hotel. I know you must be knackered but try to be awake at least for the check in. As soon as we’re done with it, I’ll carry you to our room."

"Okay."

Honestly, you don’t know what came over you back in the car. One could guess the sound of the engine was enough to lull you into Morpheus soothing arms. It felt nice to rest on Beni’s shoulder, he’s such a gentleman he even covered you with his jacket.

After a little much needed nap which lasted over three hours and a half, you decided it was time to let the girls know if you made it to Paris. You let out as soon as they pick the phone up in your best French accent:

"Je suis à Paris, les nanas*!"

"I’m jealous," Marjorie said. 

"I wish I were a squirrel," Theresa added.

"Lordt, what have I done to deserve this?" Bianca drammatically uttered, she continued with "Girl, where the Eiffel Tower at?"

"Yeah, let us see that," Theresa announced.

"Word!" Marjorie claimed.

"I will when I get there, I promise." you told them.

"How’s our new knight, babes?" Theresa asked.

"He’s good?!"

"Or is he," she widens her eyes, "better than Leo?" Bianca inquired.

"Uhm… hard to compare them like that." You answered.

"Oh, our girl needs time." Marjorie declared.

"Yup, evaluation period is necessary." Theresa disclosed.

"Girl is that a hickey on your pulse point?" Bianca asserted.

"Shiiit… he don’t waste time!" Marjorie added. 

"Like you said, he don’t." Theresa suggested.

"He hella fast!" Bianca replied."

"A lot has occurred!" you shyly added. 

Marjorie had a 'ah' moment where she smacked her fist on top of her other hand. She communicated the following thought "You fucked in the plane?"

"You living’ la vida loca, if you did. No judgement, babes. I'm not God's servant and don't plan on becoming one." Theresa highlighted.

"Oh, heck yes! Girl, you better get it." Bianca championed.

"No, he had me ride his face in the airport." You finally let them know.

"Hello 911, I would like to report depravity in a public restroom. Please, make sure to be here in fifteen minutes…"Marjorie joked about it.

The other girls are cackling on the phone way too hard and honestly you also ended up getting teary eyed with all this laughter. Good times!

"You livin’ the dream. I hope you really sat on it." Bianca implied.

"Tell us more, you ouchtea living that erotica book lifestyle!" Theresa stated.

"I swear I’m not. I feel a little lost." You uttered.

"About what?" Theresa suggested.

"Spill the beans, babe." Bianca voiced.

"We’re listening." Marjorie delivered.

"Leonard seems like a past thing now. I know I asked for a break but I can’t help and sometimes see him in Beni." You said.

"I think I know what you mean."Bianca estimated.

"You’re not wrong for thinking that." Marjorie conveyed.

"It’s not something to worry 'bout. I'm sure the future has something better in store for you." Theresa responded.

Benimaru knocks on the door. He asks:

"Y/n, we’re leaving for an afternoon tea in half an hour." 

"Girls, hold on. I’ll be back in a few."

"Okay. I’ll be ready by then."

"May I come in?" 

"Yes."

"I just need a few documents for a business partner who happened to come. I won’t bother you for long."

She goes back to her phone and Bianca really shouts on the phone, 

"Is that him?"

"Girl, being discreet never been your forte." 

"I second that."

"Yes, it is."

"Make him say hi, I’m tryna see something."

"Beni?"

"Yes, my love."

"Would you mind saying hi to the girls on the phone?"

"It would be a pleasure, honey."

"Just so you know, Bianca is the girl with curly hair, Theresa has a mullet Marjorie is the redhead."

"Okay. May you let me see them?"

"Undoubtedly."

She puts the phone in front of him and he pulls her closer to him "Hi, I am Beni, the man who’s currently taking care of your friend abroad."

"Pleasure to meet you Bianca, Marjorie and Theresa!" 

"Waouh! He looks so good like that." Marjorie acquiesced.

"Is that gel on your hair or something else?" Bianca questioned.

"No, it’s wax. Thank you for noticing."  And he winks at her. What is he doing?

"You’re treating our girl right, right?" Theresa inquired.

He looks at her "Am I treating you right," he grabs her chin and caresses her lips with his thumb, "sweetie?"

On the other side of the line, the girls are going off with their much awaited exclamations such as "Lord!! This is way to hot. Am I currently in the city called hell?" Marjorie said.

"Damn it gurl, he really had to pull that move on us? Called us single in many ways. I feel ashamed now." Theresa uttered.

"Jeez… I got a man but to be pampered that way is a dream." Bianca replied.

For a few minutes it was as if the girls never made part of the convo so they waited for an answer you never gave. It was him who told them.

"I’m sure I'm taking care of her fairly well. As you can see she forgot to respond you and if it’s not the case, she’ll let you know. That way you can get me back on track, isn’t that right, girls?"

Theresa: Absolutely! 

Bianca: No problem! 

Marjorie: Got it! 

"See, your girls have your back Y/n. Now, if you excuse me.

 It was lovely to get to meet you guys. I hope we can meet in person, sometime. I have some matters to attend. I wish a wonderful afternoon to all of you."

And with that he leaves, giving you a forehead kiss in the process.

"That’s how he treats you," Bianca added "you a lucky bitch, I have to admit."

"Girl… I want that lovey dovey too," Marjorie communicated. 

"Let me put spirit on speed dial for you gurls, do not waver. I got you."Theresa said.

"Theresa thank you for saving us,"both Marjorie and Bianca answered.

"What’s planned for now?" Theresa questioned.

"Oh, we’ll go to a tea place later."

"Ooh, nice." Bianca blurted.

"Don’t forget the pics." Marjorie reminded her.

"Have fun!" Bianca enthusiastically yelled.

"And tomorrow, we’ll go to the Louvre museum."

"Sis! Switch places, asap!" Marjorie cried out.

"What are you saying, Marjorie?"

"Don’t listen to them, Y/n just live it up."

"I’m heading to my pilates class so, bye babes. Take care."

"You’re instructing now?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations Bianca! I knew you would make it."

"Imma doze off after being on night shifts for the month you know, tryna make ends meet…"

"I get it, you should get your well deserved rest."

"The online sales are doing a bit too well so much that I can barely keep up with orders. I’m grateful for my efforts are finally paying off."

"You’re so right, I’m happy for you. Love you."

"Me too."

"See ya!"

"Bye."

Now, I’m left with choosing the outfit. I think it’s safe to check the weather to avoid any unwanted surprises and maybe a hoodie. It looks windy out here and don’t want to risk getting sick, I’m not taking any chances.

"What do you think about this dress?"

"Whatever you put on will look divine on you."

"Really?"

"Surely!"

"You’re not really helping, you know that?"

"Sorry. I’m a simple man for a lot of stuff."

"No need to apologise."

I’ll put on boots with the fit just because it looks better. A lil’ make up nothing too extravagant and fix it with the setting spray.

"Can you twirl for me?"

"Why?"

"I just want to admire your beauty. Is that too much to ask?" 

"No." You proceeded to executed what he told you to do. You twirled on your feet. When you're back to your initial position, facing him, he proclaims the following about you: "You look divine! Sometimes, I do wonder why is that I didn’t get you for me only, sooner…"

"Why is that?" You beamed with curiosity.

"Because we look great together."

You have to acknowledge him. He doesn't lie. A quick glance on the mirror facing his back and you two do look magnificent as a pair.

"We do."

"And I love to watch your body quiver with pleasure."

"You want me to tell you everything I adore about you, too?"

"If you feel like it go ahead."

"You're being cocky, stop it."

"I love being cocky. There's nothing wrong with that plus I get to watch you being under my spell. What more could I ask?"

"I think we should get going."

At the tea place un Quatre quarts*, you followed Beni and the waitress to a room he reserved for the both of you.

"This way, we’ll be on our own and have a little privacy."

"This place is so cozy. I love it."

"I am delighted to hear you do. The owner is a friend of mine whom wanted to become a firefighter because it was a job her parents admired so much but her passion was baking and watch people eat her creations. So naturally, she seized the chance to become what she was truly made for."

It’s the first time you’ve seen Beni talk about someone else with such eulogistic manner and that allows you to watch one his his many facets appear right before you. Yes, Beni’s hot and all that (without a doubt) but it’s extremely refreshing to see him being so affectionate towards someone else other than you. It almost makes you want to sit on his lap and kiss his forehead. Something that Leo never triggered like emotion: being proud of the one you’re currently with. Wow, it did render you speechless.

"We should take a look at the menu, I’m sure what they have is also really good."

"Sure. If it’s as good as you, I’ll bite." 

"Earth to Beni? Beni, do you hear me?"

You waved your hand in front of his face, "Beni are you even listening to me?"

You try again "Oi!"

"Yes."

"What got you smiling like that?"

"You."

"Oh, really?

"Why would I be lying to a pretty girl like you?" 

"Okay, I get it. Do you plan on embarrassing me the whole time?"

"Beautiful beings should be appreciated with all my praise. I’m making sure I don’t miss mentioning it very often."

"My handsome man."

"I’ll get a strawberry sponge cake and a dandelion tea, I think trying a financier* is good too."

"That sounds delicious. I’ll get a jambon beurre* because it’s been so long since I’ve had one. With a double shot of espresso."

"How do we get to call the waiter?"

"Press on the button present on the middle of the table, one of them will come right up."

Your both enjoying your meal you got a bite of Beni’s sammy and decided you wanted one too. You also fed him a bit of your food and he smiled with all his teeth showing. So cute, you thought.

Someone is coming to your table. By the way they’re dressed, you can grasp that they work in the kitchen of the establishment with a high hair up do, a neat rouge on her lips and a winged eyeliner trait neatly done to die for. 

What’s the most striking about her face is the fact that she has heterochromia which makes her even more charming. Her left eye is blue while the right one is green. Like how can one be that beautiful? Girl I feel like rubbing my eyes to check of I’m not seeing things…

"Annelyse!"

"Benimaru!"

"How have you been?"

"Is that how you greet a childhood friend, huh? You come to Paris but don’t even think about contacting me beforehand?"

"Aw, come on don’t be so harsh on me?"

"Harsh, bruva* you don’t got any manners and you’re talking about me being abrasive on you? Revalute your choice of words for all that is deemed sacred!"

"Okay, I’ll do that."

"And much rude of you not to introduce me to the beauty sitting in front of you?"

You’re saying that about me… well, well, well, look at you? I’m starting to second guess myself about men?

"I was about to get to it."

"Then…"

"Her name’s Y/n L/n." 

"The infamous university girl you were rad* about? Took you long enough to finally date her, were you scared or someone scared you? She asks him never taking her eyes off of you. 

"My pleasure to meet Benimaru’s" she mouths "obsession." 

"Same."

"You may ask me anything you feel like knowing about him. Please, do not hesitate."

"Annelyse! I thought you were on my side."

"I never said the contrary so… Stop imagining shit!"

"Her beauty is…"

"I know what you mean. The term you’re looking for probably is enthralling or should I say bewitching."

"More the last one than the former."

"She stole some of my high school girlfriends to let you know about the tea."

"She did that? How could…she do that to you?"

"Didn’t she have her eyes on you while she was talking to me?"

"Yes."

"What did you feel when she was looking at you the way she does?"

"Oh, that’s you you mean…"

"Exactly, that’s how she gets them."

"How many?"

"I can’t actually tell you. You’d think I’m a serial dater if I tell you." 

"No, I mean it’s fine by me."

"Did you ask Leo that?"

"No, he told me without me asking matter of fact why do suddenly mention Leo You got beef with him."

No, I had a plate of seafood boil with him. If I tell her this, she'll probably sulk the whole time we're here. I better not act childish right now.

"Why are you siding with someone you’re on a break with?"

"That’s not what I meant."

"I can’t and won’t have beef with him. It would be stupid of mine."

"May I know more?"

"Indubitably! Look up Palais de la Démesure and tell me what you think about it after you’re done reading what you’ve found online. Just a warning, you might not like what you see. One thing is certain, you won’t ever ask me about me being jealous of another man, ever again. It won’t cross your mind."

"We’ll meet Annelyse later this week because there is something she wants to show you. Are you okay with it?"

"I mean why wouldn’t I be okay with what she has to show me…"

"Did you have the time to look it up?"

"Yes, a little."

"What have you learned about it, then?"

"It is a common event and matter in your life alongside Leo’s one." 

"Did you look for the translation of the terms?"

"No, I didn’t."

"Wouldn’t you like to know? Curiosity hasn’t stricken you yet?"

"Go ahead and just deliver…"

"Wild Palace or the Palace of Excesses. A place where all of your wicked fantasies shall become true as there is no place for the term undoable to echo in those rooms." 

"Honestly, sounds like a good time for me! How do I enter there?"

"You can’t. You have to be summoned by the person who’s the current owner of the place."

"Do you know him?"

"No, no one does. Apparently, he’s a regular man like many of us but each year brings about a new owner. Something about the constant change makes the place more modern, one could say."

"You liked the time you spent there?"

"Yes, it was phenomenal." 

"I would love to hear it, sometime."

Back at the hotel

I reminisce vividly of it.

How can one forget a whole week spent with other four men and a woman whom was willing to be used as our personal fuck toy? Of course, there was no way for us to know who she was, what’s her government name or even if she was an inhabitant of the city. We were just told to please ourselves to our hearts content as long as we respect each other in an environment where pleasure and bliss are keywords.

That year, a woman of high ranking was the owner of said palace which made circumstances highly advantageous for women. I must salute her for her proactive measures. Women were the centre of attention and I personally loved that for them. She had also added another rule which was If the woman you’re currently with tends to have more sex with you than all the other guys it could potentially mean that she might want to spend a week with you only and you’ll be assigned to a private suite for such doings, of everything follows through, naturally.

Later on

While browsing on the web about what Benimaru had told me about. I fell upon one porn link. I didn’t really specify what it was or who starred in it but I could get a vague feel that it was amateur type shit, you know, the good stuff which is not staged.

On the screen I see such a voluptuous black woman getting it on with five masked men. The thing is I don’t even know why but somehow wish it were me getting thrown around like that. Yes, she’s livin’ her best life, that is certain but the way she’s on them?? Wow, teach me your ways, girl! She’s got three dicks in her, she’s jerking one with her and has another man who sandwiched his dick between her tits. Long story short, I’m not even halfway through the video that Benimaru barges in the room talking ‘bout "Have you seen my glasses?"

I throw my phone ‘cause I’m not got hide it right and act like I actually am looking for it with it.

"I don’t know," she stammers "hum, where did you leave them?"

"On the night table, normally." 

"Okay, I’ll go check if it’s there."

"Is it a grey box?"

"Yes."

"Here you have it, check if it’s inside, you never know."

He does it. "Thank you love and he kisses your lips." That unexpected move really caught you off guard. And he leaves just like that.

And I go look for my phone right where I threw it. Next plan, I can see her now bouncing on three peens while the other two men jerk their manhood as she keeps her mouth open with her tongue out. So raunchy, yet it’s making your panties wet. 

The end of the video is topped with a bukkake* scene but what’s new honestly, when it comes to an orgie. I’m left drier than motherfucking saltfish before it is plunged in water for its saltiness to go away. 

I know I wanted more than anything a sugardaddy yet after watching this, I’m starting to revaluate my choices. I’m young after all so I should get all the fun I want. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Benimaru is fine but I don’t mind getting another man to take care of me like Leo used to.

I still have his number on my phone, it wouldn’t hurt to call him. I’m just checking how he is doing without me… 

On the other side of the globe

"And that is the main reason why we should review the budget for our next big hit. Mister Burns, are you here with us?"

He doesn't really seem like he's in his element…

"Yes, as always excellent presentation Hay Linn, I will excuse myself for now. 

If anyone has questions regarding the matter, please, do not waver contacting me or Hay Linn here present. We’ll gladly get back to you as soon as possible.

And with that you’re all dismissed."

Two employees chit chat about their general feels concerning their very first year working for Leonard's company:

"Did you see? Ceo Leo is so nice, I’m so happy we have a boss like him!

"Heck yes, you’re so right about that."

Look, he’s looking rather gloomy these past few days. Does anyone know what happened?

"Sugarbaby gate."

"Oh, that."

"Without a doubt. It has to be it." 

"Wait, isn’t that field always like full or maybe shortage has ravaged it?"

"I don’t think it’s that simple…more like he might have to let go of someone he really liked."

"I don’t feel like talking about it anymore. Gon’ make me sad and shit."

"Same here."

Leonard Burns sits down at his desk and runs his hand through his luscious white hair. This day hasn’t been his best but he must remain focused, otherwise rumours will spread like wildfire about him and his rather blue face.

As he tries to cheer himself up to the best of his ability, his phone starts buzzing on his desk. Who could it be at this time of day? He doesn’t have any planned phone calls he quickly checked his schedule before eventually answering that phone call.

"Good afternoon."

"Hello! Am I on the phone with," she pauses before uttering the following terms, "Sir Leonard Burns?"

"Yes, the one and only. How may I help you?"

"Oh, now you’d like to help me. How gentlemanlike of you. Have you forgotten me, perhaps?"

"I’m not sure what you mean, miss. Are you sure we have met before?"

"I am or maybe I should’ve said Daddy Leo?"

"It’s you Y/n, how are you doing? Are Paris and Benimaru being kind to you?"

"I’m a little hurt because you didn’t remember me right away. I am doing well, thank you for asking. Yes, they’re treating the best they can. How are you, my Leo?"

But I somehow know you'd treat me the best as always…

"I’m doing okay, I guess…"

"I know we are on a break but I miss you. I diligently hope we can meet as soon as I land back there. There’s a lot of things I have to let you know.

And you can’t do that on the phone, am I right?"

"As always, you’re so alert."

"You planned to torture me on the phone with that mellifluous voice of yours all day long or you’re going to let me go?"

"I’m not keeping you captive, baby unless you’d like me to!"

"You’re playing with fire Y/n, I advise you not to do it."

"But what’s wrong if I like doing it with you, daddy? Are you going to spank me when I’m back? I’ve grown to like the sting I get each time one your firm hand lays a hit on my delicate skin."

The worst bit of this call is that Leonard is fighting so hard not to get a hard on because that's the last thing he would like to deal with while he's at work, in his office. Yes, people will knock on the door before entering but if he gets one, he'll have to tend to it on the spot.

"I will if you want me to."

"That’s what I like to hear. See you when I’m back then, rawr…"

"I’ll see you then, Y/n."

Chapter 6 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy 

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[silentmoths]

Strange Arcade - Losing composure but everything is Mundane

@ainescribe is the second to wish upon the strange arcade machine, a fine coating of oddly sparkly moth-dust flurries about as the apparent machine-guardian flutters around.

Prompts: Losing composure but everything is mundane + Fluff

Zhongli x Reader for the Strange Arcade Follower event

SFW, not proofread

500+ words

Your unholy screech has him turn his head; as far as he’d been aware, you’d been right behind him as you both strolled leisurely through the supermarket, slowly but surely checking things off the list.

At some point, you’d apparently been caught up in the snack aisle, and now you were accidentally turning heads with the sudden outburst, oh dear, best go and see what the commotion is about. 

“Love? What’s wrong?” Zhongli calls as he turns the shopping cart and makes in your direction, his brow furrowing with some concern as he notes you were actually beginning to tear up at the item you held in your hands.”What’s the matter?”

“Li! Li,Li! Look!” you turn your gaze to him and hold up a package of…chocolate biscuits? He raises a brow and takes the package from you, turning it over in his hand.

Yes, these seemed like perfectly normal, mundane chocolate biscuits…the only real gimmick was that they were shaped like tiny teddy bears…nothing overtly fancy or stand-out.

“I am…afraid I am missing something darling.” He admits, looking back up to you, his concern still swirling in his chest at your teary expression as he watches you palm at your eyes.

“Those…my…my parents used to buy them for me all the time when I was little…but they discontinued them…” 

Ah, he understands now. Being apart from your parents for so long had taken its toll, especially with the sakoku decree still in effect, you’d been unable to go and visit them when you’d initially planned.

“Grab some then, darling.” he urges; but is surprised when you only take two of them from the shelf, still as frugal as ever; yet your reaction and teary, misty-eyed expression and wobbly smile had stuck with him, and continues to stick to the forefront of his mind through the rest of the shop.

It stick with him as he watches you that night, opening one of the packages, eyes no longer teary, but still hazed over with fond, nostalgic memories. He takes only one when you offer, they taste…about as one would expect for a children's chocolate biscuit to, a little dry, just sweet enough.

But the smile that spreads across your face is more precious than anything else he could ever ask for. 

The frown on your face when you come home the next day should bother him, but he has a feeling he knows why.

“They were all gone.” you wibble at him, eyes wide and lips pouting “I wanted to get a couple more packets just in case but…there were none left…” 

“Oh, I’m sorry darling.” when he needs to be, Zhongli thinks of himself as a pretty good actor. He takes you into his arms, presses a kiss to your forehead, cuddles and coddles just the way he knows you like. 

It’s not until dinner time that you make the discovery.

The screech nearly shakes the entire house, and zhongli looks up from his book to see you skid into view.

“DID YOU BUY THE ENTIRE FUCKING STOCK-” 

Thanks for wishing on the strange arcade machine~ <3

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[marksluvr0]

black glasses and butter biscuits<333

chapter two (✷‿✷)

jaehyun x fem reader

warning: mild angst, toxic best friend.

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y/n walked down the street, she never felt particularly insecure, or that was what she told herself before she left her apartment, but she could never get rid of the longing feeling to be conventionally pretty when she walked down campus.

whenever she would think about it she blamed not being pretty enough for not having many friends or people naturally liking her, sure, bellie constantly told her she's not ugly, and that she's selfish for thinking that of herself.

so, when Jung Jaehyun ran up to her to ask for her number, not bellies, not renjuns, and definitely not for classroom notes (they don't share a single class) she wonders what got into him, it's not like her at all to be the girl a guy chases over, and apparently it's not like him to chase after girls too, bellie tells her while they get milkshakes at a cute cafe.

"I'm just saying....even i couldn't pull jaehyun, no offense babes but i highly doubt he's good news" bellie says, playing with her straw.

it hits y/n the wrong way, constantly being compared to bellie isn't how she wants a fun day out.

"yeah, you're probably right" she sighs. "who even cares, you have your own successful business, and you're like the smartest person i know, even if he is playing you it doesn't matter" bellie says and y/n smiles at her.

"plus i don't think you should get out there just yet" bellie mumbles while y/n grows more and more annoyed "why not" trying to be as kind as she can y/n answers.

"i just feel like you're too, out of touch, you know, like even if he did really like you he might get scared off because you might like him too much" y/n can practically smell the jealousy coming off of her.

"i think we should change the subject" y/n says as her cake comes.

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johnny would never, ever, not even in a million years describe his best friend Jaehyun as someone who was obsessive, or someone who was remotely interested in other people beyond things he wanted.

he constantly wonders who the mystery women he always goes off about is, maybe someone from the cosmetics department (there were some real killers there) or a girl from a sorority, but whoever it was Jaehyun was whipped.

"i really wish you'd tell me who it is" johnny whispers while they're in their economics class "i told you I will eventually" he whispers back, furiously writing down notes.

"why wont you tell me anyway, it's like you're ashamed or something" johnny says and jaehyun sighs while grabbing his bag, "I'm not and i want to tell you, it's just i tell you about most people and she's really different and i don't want you to think she's like the most people i tell you about" jaehyun says, and johnny swears it's the most passion he's ever talked with.

"okay fine, i won't pry" johnny says, an evil plan unveiling in his mind.

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one new message from - Jung Jaehyun

hey y/n, not sure if you remember but we talked at the party 2 nights ago. i was wondering if you wanted to get coffee sometime?

hi Jaehyun, I'd love to get coffee sometime, are you free tomorrow?

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a/n - second chapter finally lol, I'm sorry it took so long to get out but i think the next few chapters won't be as hard to write, thank you all for reading 💗💗💗

@ahtisa02 @pckeia @sstarrysshit @donkey-hyuck @skuezk

[starnightlover]

Hello star, can I confide in you please , I am in need of advice and reassurance

I just raed a post of yours ir was an ask from someone several weeks back. This person talks about struggling to improve their sc and how their siblings are treated better and they are treated like shit. I think they also said they would never wish that on their siblings and how everywhere they go they are ignored and stuff. And I resonate so much with this that I hate to even admit

I know I am the creator and I know about loa and stuff still my sc is bad. I totally get their pain when they said about being treated worse than others. I know how shitty it feels. I will tell you about yesterday we went to a party and met other family members abd all that and again my sister went along with my other cousins and I am awkward and nervous coz its always been this way. If I try ti say something everyone acts like it was stupid or just ignores. Then one of (my cousins husband came along saying to my sister "she us my fav sis in law" and introducing her to everyone around calling her his fav. I know its such petty and stupid things to even think about but I felt really bad I was right there. My mom always sides with her and talks oo me like shit a lot if times.

I remember once 2 or 3 years back I was sitting on my couch and I said my skin looks so dull and then my dad said out of nowhere stop being jealous and youll be fine { he meant it pointing towards my sister as if I was jealous of her and he said in a way more mean and rude tone. Idk how to express that feeling but I was so shocked as it was so random. Back then I had none of these problems. I didnt even care if anyone treated my sister better than or shit like that. I was fine in my sc and had fun wherever I would go and life was so much better. My parents were the only ones who would compare me to my sister and say look at her does she ever demand for stuff or does she refuse to do this and blah blah and at that I time I could have cared less coz I knew for a fact that I was not wrong in voicing my opinions and thats why they always compare me to her (if I ever felt bad about their behaviour and expressed it to my parents they would call me toxic, or my head is filled with negativity while all I was doing was letting them k ow how hurtful their words can be ). I remember that day when I heardmy dad say that about me it hurt me so bad idk how to explain but even today when I recall it feels like I am getting physically stabbed AND after that I got so concious of every little thing I started comparing myself to ger and with all the circumstances I went through these years my sc just got even worse.

Now when I try to work on my sc I feel like I cant be the best, or good enough , or the most beautiful or all those things I want because I dont deserve it yeah but my sister does. I am stuck at home so I have to face this everyday. Like all these things are reserved for her. All I wamt to have is the best sc I dont want my sister to experience any shitty stuff and I dont want to be the one to experience it either. I sometimes get so angry on her in my mind and I just get irritated and I hate being with her coz I dont want to feel less than and looked down upon and then I feel guilty for feeling this way.

You might dislike me for saying the things I did but I really dont know how to get rid of all this. I dont want to be ignored or sidelined or treated like some third or 4th option or always getting shit from my parents. I know I have to affirm and persist or states but how do I even maintain it seeing the 3d it all feels like such a lie to me.

I see so many people manifesting weightloss and df and db and so much more. Even people who say they were horrible at manifesting and stuff like that they did it so quickly and I struggle to even manifest biscuits.

First off, I want to say I am so sorry you have gone through these experiences! You deserve the world and nothing less, hell you deserve the whole universe/multiverse! You wanting to change your self concept is a huge step! I know you are in hard circumstances but you are still in control, you are still limitless! You can manifest anything you can ever think of!! You are NOT limited whatsoever! You're amazing, talented, beautiful, worthy, loving, extraordinary just because you exist! You are the first choice because this is your reality! Pick yourself up and know you are chosen because you said so!! Recognize your limitless power! You have the power to bend all of reality t your will, realize how amazing and powerful you truly are! YOU ARE THE GOD OF YOUR REALITY!! Isn't that amazing? Don't blame yourself for everything that has been told to you or that you have gone through, you are not your trauma! I advise you to not identify with the 3d! The 3d is merely a reflection of your imagination. You fulfill within your imagination and the 3d has no choice to reflect that. Your emotions don't manifest, feel them all you want! Cry your eyes out, as long as you are not identifying with the outside world but with your imagination, which is the true reality you can not fail! YOUR DESIRES ARE INEVITABLE!! Nothing, I repeat nothing has control over you! Not your family, not your friends, not your 3d, not a single thing has any power over you! Failure does not exist you will always win! You can change your self concept by starting to identify with what you desire and not the unwanted circumstances! Change your conception of self because the world is merely a reflection of thyself. Change your assumptions towards manifesting! Change your assumptions to you always get what you want, people treat you amazingly, you are always the first choice, you manifest anything instantly! You need to change your conception from having such assumptions and identify with your power and awareness! You can maintain a good self concept by persisting in the dominant assumptions that align with your self concept being at a peak! Remember you are in control, you got this!

[luxmaeastra]

It had taken her maybe a week to slowly realize what had happened. It had stared small things she was used to not being there. Tea and biscuits when she woke, or her favorite flowers on the dressing table with little drawings.

It grew, having no one really to talk to. To vent or discuss her (admittedly) dry observations. She'd turn to tell him something only to realize he wasn't there.

And maybe she was selfish to do this because she didn't want to know someone else. Or maybe that's all it was, maybe there was no real love left.

She was sure Lumas was mostly fine. No one had died and no kingdom had fallen yet so hadn't had a break down.

She exhaled running fingers through her hair. It had been a very long time since she'd cared about how she looked. But if she was leaving, if she was going to find him and try to explain - she didn't want to look like a slob.

She found him easily enough, his clothes weren't frayed and he didn't seem drunk. He was speaking to some fae harlot. A lowly maid by the looks of it. He must enjoy the attention, she would have too if she'd been up for making conversation. These last couple millenia she hadn't felt like talking to much of anyone. She didn't really remember if they talked anymore or simply just pretended it.

She backed up a step maybe this had been a mistake. Maybe she should let him go to -

The maid touched his arm and lingered.

That harlot even leaned into him, blushing and fluttering her eyes at him.

She stepped forward flicking her wrist to turn her into miss.

"Before you say anything. I - I suppose I should ask if you still want me. I confess I am very lonely without you. It's too quiet and the staff aren't very friendly. Though they always seemed to smile at you so maybe it's just me."

She looked out over the manicured lawn of Vallhan. The frost clinging to the new glass.

"I - maybe its time I move past the children. I just - I feared if I didn't mourn them no one would. I couldn't - your used to death. Your life began with it Lumas and I couldn't. Maybe I was angry and jealous you could dive into all of after that. That you still had a taste and want for power after everything."

She gave him a sidelong glance, a playful smile that didn't feel quite right.

"But then you did say you always wanted to make a difference and be remembered."

//Silba insisted on this. She didn't like how she left the last ask//

Her wish was always what was most important, her desire and command were his heart's own desires. If she yearned for another chance if she yearned for another life, who was he to stand in the way. He had stepped away for her own benefit, her own happiness.

Lumas didn't know why he entertained this maid, his mask remained in place as he allowed the girl to flatter and flirt. Maybe it eased the pain, soothe the parts of him which were still that young male who would have raged, who would have sought the bottom of a glass. Not that the girl would even get what she was after, he humored her for now but even if Silba moved on he couldn't give that part of him away again.

He would be happy to walk this world, just watching and observing, stepping in when needed. He would do his best to drop in on the children he still had, even if for some it had to be more secretly.

Honestly, he didn't think she would have come to find him. The misted mess of the woman who was before him caused his attention to turn to Silba, surprised to see her standing there. Hearing her voice so clear, her words were numerous as she spoke.

Let her speak, let her explain. Not that she had to, but clearly she had something to say and she deserved to be listened to. She would always be listened to, she would be respected. He folded his arms, waiting for her to finish.

"Remembering the children is fine, they deserve to be remembered. They were her children, born from our love. Forgetting about them is a worse fate than death," he finally spoke. "I may be used to death, however, it does not ease the pain I feel when it comes to those I care for who I lose. Our children, they are as special to me as you are. I also recognize if I stop and shut down, those remaining will suffer. As much as she protests, Sarai still needs us. As much as Elier is powering out, he still needs us. As much as Auraline is thriving, she still needs us."

He stepped closer. "My want and desire for power is because I want what is best for you, what is best for our family, or us. To not be powerless again, to not have to worry that someone else will take something precious from me again."

His hand twitched at his side, he wanted to reach out and touch her cheek, but he would not get his hopes up. "To answer your question: you are always my one and only Silba, but you have a choice to make and I will not force my wants on you. You have a life ahead of you."

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CHAPTER 2 : CRUSHES

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╰┈➤ summary; the day after his bump in with the cute barista, sukuna struggles with comprehending his small crush, and so goes to his younger brother, choso, for some advice

╰┈➤ includes; plenty of little yuji, choso also being clueless on romance, sukuna pining over reader, pure fluffy chaos, some suggestive stuff near the end, reader’s clueless (will be explained why in next chapter)

╰┈➤ a/n; this chapter sadly doesn’t include reader until the very end, just a little bit anyways, this chapter mainly focuses on sukuna coming to terms with his feelings for reader

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GROANING, SUKUNA PINCHES THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE IN FRUSTRATION, yuji seemingly in his own little world as he doodles away with a variety of coloured crayons, the ones not being used scattered across the mahogany table.

choso simply gave his older brother a soft sigh in response, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy whilst his fingers tap against the table in a random rhythm of sorts.

“what’s got you so worked up recently?” choso queried, before hastily leaving the comfort of his chair and rummaging throughout his cupboards, looking for something for them to snack on whilst they chat.

“it’s…. complicated,” the tatted male huffed out in response, arms splayed across his bare chest - oh yeah, it was a really hot day in tokyo, and so sukuna thought it best to not bother with a shirt, the AC failing to do its job.

choso shook his head at his brothers’ antics, always so stubborn, refusing to talk openly about anything that bothered him.

retreating back to the table with a supply of a biscuit selection, choso sat back down, placing the biscuit selection onto the table for all to share.

yuji let out a little ‘yay!’ at the sight of all the sugar, hands splayed out in a grabby motion, unable to reach the biscuits. sukuna grunted in frustration, before picking up a couple of biscuits and giving it to the pink haired boy. “no more, ya hear? don’t need ya bouncing around the house later,” the tatted man sighed out.

choso let out a small hum of content watching the interaction between the father son duo, knowing damn well that sukuna’s a big softie at heart, especially when it comes to yuji.

“cho! papa has been in contact with (nickname) recently! they go on… dates? like play dates? and then they sometimes come back with him and give me a plushie!”

choso simply smirked at sukuna, smug as ever. “I thought that something like that was going on, the only other time you’ve ever been this way was when you started dating her” he whispered, wishing to avoid yuji feeling sad about his mother.

sukunas’ eyes wondered throughout the kitchen, helplessly trying to avoid eye contact with the spike haired male.

“here’s the gist, just be yourself around them. that’s what I’d say is best, as someone who has dated a few people, majority prefer when you’re yourself…. maybe try to be a bit nicer though, you can be a bit mean sometimes y’know” choso advised the older male.

before sukuna could talk back to his brother, yuji lifted the drawing he was working on, showing that he drew himself, sukuna and you in the middle. all of you holding hands and smiling.

choso gave a knowing look, wanting to say something but choosing not to as yuji was in the same room as them, and he knows damn well that sukuna would simply curse him out for ‘being sassy’ with him.

you were shocked to receive a message from sukuna asking if instead of going out for your next hangout, he invited you to his own house.

yes, you have been to his house a couple of times already, but that was simply at the entrance, you’ve never actually been in his house.

to say you are nervous would be an understatement, you were practically pissing your pants as we speak.

on the way to his house, you bought a couple souvenirs for him and yuji. sukunas’ being a cologne of sorts, yujis’ being a kids colouring book as the kid seemed to enjoy his colouring.

when you arrived, the door suddenly opened even before you could ring the buzzer. the sight in front of you nearly made you pass out in shock. there the man was, a towel hiding his groin, abs on full display, body partially wet, with tats covering him from head to toe. your eyes quickly looked down, noticing how his tattoos go beyond the towel….

a gruff cough of your name flustered you, eyes avoiding his. sukuna simply chuckled at the sight of you checking him out and flustering over him noticing your stare off with his nether regions.

“(NAME)!! you’re finally here for the play date! are you ready to help build the fort with us? we even have a selection of movies on standby, sweets, crisps, snacks…” you filtered out yujis’ excited rambles as his tiny hands grabbed onto your hand, dragging you into the living room.

sukuna dragged himself to the room you and yuji resided in, wiping down the left over wetness with the smaller towel over his shoulder.

“sorry for the late notice, but I actually need a bit of help as I’m in a pickle this moment. I have work to do in half hour or so, and was wondering if you could look after him for me?” sukuna silently pleaded, teeth grit in a grimace.

“yeah sure, I would honestly love to look after little yuji! he’s such a well behaved kid. usually I would charge for doing something like this, but I wouldn’t mind doing it for free if….. we could possibly go on a date at some point?” you grinned, hand playing with yujis’ soft locks as he whined out in protest, small chubby hands hitting yours in retaliation, which you failed to feel.

“huh?” sukuna deadpanned

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