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cosmic-crybaby · 2 years

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Blue Skies - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 5: ‘Off to the Races’

Warnings in this chapter: Mentions of abortion, mention of divorce, Fluff (ig lol)

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And so, you talked.

The slow walk through the area gave you two enough time to have a proper discussion. You had circled back to the pub, both struggling to stay warm at this point, and Thomas offered to hold your hand in his. You were hesitant at first and he honestly couldn’t blame you. Only at that point did he realize that the things he said to you were more than unnecessarily harsh, and he just wished he had it in him to properly apologize. You saw that he was making an effort to let you know that he wanted to work it out with you. The second your cold hand fell into his, it was like nothing else mattered. The words you had both shouted at each other were quickly forgotten when he pulled you into a heated kiss.

The next morning, you were tangled in the warm sheets of his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his white undershirts. The sleeves reached longer down your wrists and the neckline exposed some of your shoulder and collarbone. You rested your head on your hands as you gazed at him, his tired face wore the smallest ghost of a smile as he made eye contact with you.

“You told me you had two kids...were you married before?” He asked. You hummed in response.

“Just about ten years,” You reached one of your hands to hold his, examining the calluses on his palms, a clear indication that you wanted a distraction from the topic. He raised his brows a bit.

“Christ,” He muttered. He was surprised. Not that you were married, but that you married quite young. You chuckled quietly through your nose before changing the subject. You turned to lay on your stomach.

“And what about you?” You ask. He hums as he turns to reach for a cigarette on the bedside table.

“Were you married?” He turned to face you with the lit stick in between his lips. His brows slightly crease as he looks at you, with a small sigh he turns his head up towards the ceiling to blow out the smoke.

“I was...briefly,” He says. His voice and expression gave you the impression that his thoughts were going elsewhere.

“And…where is she now?” You curiously asked. You then quickly bit your tongue, regretting the question as soon as it slipped past your lips.

“I-I’m sorry, I forget myself don’t know why I asked-” You quickly spoke, use one of your hands to cover your face. Thomas was silent for a few seconds before answering.

"She lives in America now,"

You stayed quiet, wondering if you went too far. But despite your worry, he continued.

“We met when she was a barmaid at me pub…she worked as an undercover agent for the police, she was told to get close to me but we fell in love and one day she left…years later she came back to visit me and I got her pregnant, apparently she was already married to a man in New York," He paused to take a long drag from his cigarette. You sat up on your elbows, wondering if it was a stressful topic to talk about.

"She told me she still loved me after all those years and we got married...after the divorce, she took my boy and went back to New York, I haven't seen either of them since...." His voice drifted off a bit. You searched his face for any kind of remorse, but you were met with an exhausted look in his deep-set eyes.

“We don’t know much about each other,” You told him. He deeply chuckled.

“I never would have guessed you had a soft spot for kids,” You assumed. He slightly nods.

"Always have...but I suppose we'll never know if we don't try," He shrugged. His words caused you to furrow your brows a bit in confusion.

“I thought you were going to talk me out of this,” You tilt your head.

“You should reconsider your options,” He said, putting the cigarette out and facing you again. You tsked.

“I am Thomas…I am considering having the baby it’s just-” Your voice and eyes soften.

“Then consider having the baby with me,”

The silence that followed was daunting. Again, his words left you speechless. Thomas Shelby was an enigma and he continuously threw you for a loop with every word he told you within the last forty minutes. You were here on a whim…to bluntly state it. You were there to have sex with him not to discuss having a child together. Especially so early into your so-called ‘relationship’, if you could even call it that. You smiled at him and laughed quietly.

Part of you didn’t want to think so negatively about the situation, but you couldn’t help but feel like he only wanted you to have the baby so he can know what it was like to be a father after his own was taken away from him. You knew it was a bit selfish of you to think this way about him, but Thomas Shelby was a selfish person. You only noticed the sun was now rising as you glances out the window. You threw the covers off with a sigh.

“I have to go,” You hopped out of the bed and pulled his shirt over your head, and laid it on the chair as you got dressed.

"I'm being serious (Y/n)," He called as he also got out of the bed to get dressed.

"I know...I have to get to work, I can't be late again," You told him as you pulled the dress over your silk slip.

"Let me take you to dinner,"

You stood up straight and looked at him.

"Are you asking me or telling me?" You joked, walking past him to retrieve your shoes.

"Both, just go out with me this Friday night," He gripped your hips from behind as he whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to crawl up your spine.

"You're serious?" You asked.

"It's the least I can do...," He told you as he buttoned his shirt.

"I have the kids that day, I'll have to get someone to watch them," you said in disappointment, knowing babysitters don't come as easily anymore. Which is why you opted to not go out while you had them. You thought for a moment and turned to place your arms on his shoulders.

"I can get you someone, don't worry about it eh?"

You nodded again, hiding your smile as you kissed him passionately.

‘"Friday," you repeated, turning away from him to grab your purse and strutting out of the bedroom to take your leave.

In all honesty you weren't sure how this was going to go. How do people start getting to know each other after they've had sex and are possibly expecting a child? You couldn't believe he wanted to actually go through with this with you. A complete stranger. That line he told you the night before about not wanting to be a shit father made more sense to you now. You would feel bad for him if he wasn't so confused with what he wanted from you. Last Night he wanted you to get rid of it and accused you of using him for money and today he's wanted to go all in with starting a family and offering to take you to dinner. And besides what he did for work, maybe just maybe you wanted to give him a chance. Maybe it’ll even work out in your favor. But there was no way of telling what your future holds just yet.

That same week, Esme paid you a visit at work. You had told her about your date and she was absolutely over the moon for you. She seemed more excited for the date than you did. But, you expressed that Thomas had provided a sitter for Friday night. Neither of you knew who he would send, so Esme offered to keep your children safe in her own care.

“I am just glad you asked for help…you never do,” She joked, causing you to sarcastically laugh and roll your eyes.

When that day came, you were dressed nicely. Wearing a nice emerald dress you had owned for years now, originally wearing it years ago for one of your anniversary dinners. It was something you bought yourself, in hopes to impress your ex-husband. It worked wonders, therefore you hoped it worked just as well on Thomas. Paired with a neck full of pearls, black satin heels, and your favorite coat. You were ready for your dinner with Thomas.

“Mum! Someone’s at the door!” Elizabeth shouted from downstairs. You quickly clasped your earrings on.

“Who is it?!” You shouted back.

“Aunt Esme!” You heard them shout in unison after the door clicked open. You let out a small laugh as you walked down the stairs, greeting your friend with a hug and a small kiss on the cheek.

“Please behave for your Aunt Esme, or else I’m not bringing you any pie home on Monday,” You light-heartedly threaten as you wrap your coat around your frame.

“Oh, they’re always good for me, aren’t ya?” She stood behind them, as she placed a comforting hand on their shoulders. You knew your children well enough that they didn’t take kindly to strangers, so of course you’d rather have someone familiar to watch over them for the night.

“Dinner’s in the oven, then reading and bath time after dinner then bed by nine…okay?” Your friend approached you, placing reassuring hands on your shoulders.

“(Y/n)…Love, I can handle this,” She smiled. You nodded and sighed heavily. This was the first time you had someone else besides yourself watch them. You weren’t so sure about your ex-husband but you always hoped he was the only one watching over them.

“Of course…I know, I’m sorry I trust you,” You paused and turned to your children who were sitting on the couch, playing with their toys. “I love you, I won’t be home too late,”

Stepping outside, you saw Thomas. Standing in front of his Bentley, wearing a nice suit and long coat to keep him warm from the cold weather.

"Evening Thomas," You stood in front of him, not being able to contain your smile. He just looked so handsome.

"You look nice," He smiled. You bite your lip and look to the ground, bashfully. You hadn't been on a proper date in years, it all felt so new to you. Although you weren’t the type to easily blush at a man's advances, his light flirting made your stomach flutter with butterflies. It was either that or the baby growing inside of you making you nauseated but you liked to imagine that it was all him.

He opened the passenger door to let you in, closing the door behind you and getting in the drivers side. The sun was still high, but you could barely tell on account of the fog and smoke in the air. He took you to the race track first. Granted, it was a bit late in the evening but the last bit of the races you were able to see were alluring and thrilling. You now knew why the rich loved betting on horses. After the races, he took you to a luxurious restaurant, just outside of the city. The lights were painting the interior walls a golden color and everyone dining were drinking champagne and wine while wearing diamonds that reflected the light and shine like the very stars in the sky. It took your breath away. Seated at the finest table for two, per Thomas’ request, you had to simply take it all in. Excitement was obvious in your face. The conversations you had were something that you’d remember for the rest of your life. It was a sophisticated talk amongst adults, but you felt like a teenager again, giddy with joy that you were spending time with a boy you were interested in. As much as you tried to force those feelings down, the more you spent time with him, the harder it was to actually push them away.

After dinner, he decided that the date wasn’t over just yet. You had asked him where he was taking you but all he said was: 'somewhere special'. It was a vague answer but it was enough to have your mind wondering as you watched the scenery pass by. The sky was setting now and the foggy streets had passed and merged into the forest area with tall trees. Lush with green grass and trees.

You sat beside him on a large rock as he made a fire to keep you both warm.

"It's beautiful," You absently spoke as your eyes danced around the area. "Do you always come here?" You asked, turning to look at him. The light from the fire causes a glow to form on both of your faces, making his blue eyes look darker than normal.

"Before the war I used to come here, clear my head from my troubles...I haven't been here in a very long time," He spoke, chewing on mint leaves as he slipped his leather gloves off. You nodded and crossed your legs, turning them towards him. It was quiet for a moment. You almost forgot that you were practically strangers.

"Tell me about yourself, (Y/n)…" he calmly requested. You shifted a bit and hummed.

"Well... for starters I have a baby growing inside of me- your baby," You corrected yourself. "And I don't even know your middle name," you chuckled.

"Michael," he spoke. You hummed and nodded in acknowledgment.

"(Y/m/n)," You responded with your own.

"Where did you grow up?" He asked.

"Here in Birmingham actually, but I spent around eight years in London after my first was born,"

He seemed taken aback by this. How can someone like you be from Birmingham? The women in Birmingham were beautiful, sure, but they always had a cut-throat aura around them that made everyone fear them. Not you, you felt safe. You felt like home, not just to him but anyone you came across.

"Um..." You thought, "Are you close with your family?" You asked. He nodded.

"Too fuckin' close sometimes," He sighs as he takes out a cigarette.

"How about you?" He asked, arching a brow as he lit the stick in the fire before putting it up to his lips. You wore a content grin on your face and shook your head.

"No," you simply answered as you turned your head away to look into the orange and yellow flames.

"You don't talk to your parents?" He asked. Choking down the guilt as you shook your head again.

"No one...the only real family I have now is the one I started myself, and even then I only see them half of the time," you shrugged. "But, every time I see them I try to make it count for all of the time I lost,"

"You're a really good mother, (Y/n)" He reassured you. You flashed him an amused smile.

"Thank you," You blushed. He reached his hands out to you, palms on your jaw and fingers in your hair. His hands were rough and cold but you didn't care. He tossed the smoked-out cigarette into the fire as he pulled you into a kiss. It was just a light kiss, one that would have had you swooning if it was under other circumstances.

"You're really considering having it?" He asked as he pulled away. Your foreheads are touching.

"I honestly haven't decided yet, Thomas..." You were the first to pull away.

"What are you going to do?" He asked. You leaned back on your arms and looked up at the sky. Raising your brows for a moment.

"I don't know what we're going to do," You shrugged. You looked at him again, and he kissed you once more.

We're.

You didn't notice you said it until afterwards. But you were glad you did.

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sitych · 2 years

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i have never seen anything for clove on here😭 so could i please request a clove x fem!reader :) #justiceforclove

Oh my god I am so so sorry this took me this long to get to. I was super busy with school and my job. This was a little rushed but here it is!!

Clove kentwell x fem Reader

Warnings: None

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As I watched the sword pierce the training dummy in front of me, I was met with a familiar voice. Well more of a yell.

“SHE TOOK MY KNIFE”

The previous confidence I had soon left and as I watched Clove lash out on some poor younger girl who had apparently taken her knife. For the last two weeks Cloves attitude has been off. She’s been distant and more angry than usual. Like a bomb waiting to explode.

We were a week a way from the hunger games. Knowing she was more than likely to volunteer I couldn’t let her go into the games like this.

“Clove, can you help me get a new dummy from the supplies closet please?” I called over in hopes to get her alone for a bit.

A grunt soon followed as I made my way over to the storage closet. I knew she wouldn’t be happy that I was taking time out of her training, so I decided to speak before she got the chance to yell at me.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you being like this?” I mumbled, in fear of what she would say next

“What’s wrong with me is that your taking time out of my training Y/N. The games are in less than a we-“

I cut her Off before she could even finish. “Is that what it is? The games? Clove you don’t have to volunteer.”

“I do. My parents are making me. I need all the practice I can get if I want to survive.” She grumbled

I could tell the strong facade she was putting up was already failing her. The tears were beginning to well in her eyes and her fists were clenching like she was keeping herself from unraveling.

When I heard her sniffle I hugged her not saying a word.

“You don’t Have to.” I whispered quietly.

“If I don’t I’m going to let them all down. I was raised for this Y/N. This is what I’m supposed to do, but if I die out there and I lose you I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” She began to sob.

The last sentence made my heart jump. Lose me? Why would it matter if she lost me?

“What do you mean ‘lose me’ Clove?” I said pulling back from our embrace and looking her in the eyes

“I cant lose you. You mean too much to me, and I don’t want to die knowing I never got to..” she trailed off breaking eye contact

“Got to wha-“

In the blink of an eye her lips were on mine and her hands were in my hair. While I stood there shocked. Slowly, I began to melt into the kiss. Hands finding their home on her waist, and my lips fitting with hers perfectly.

As much as we both hated it, we had to part for air.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I died not knowing if you loved me too.” She whispered

Clove was never this vulnerable. She’s never been anything more than a hard headed angry girl. I was shocked. I’d never known she liked me. Let alone love me.

“How long?” Was all I could manage to get out

“Since our first year of training.”

I was speechless. My words were failing me completely.

So it happened again, my lips were on hers. But instead of me being the one caught off guard. It was her.

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Im so sorry it was so rushed. I completely forgot I even had tumblr. I’ll be doing my best to get the rest of my requests out.

I Love You all so much, thank you for being patient with me.

#clove kentwell #clove kentwell x Reader #the hunger games #fem reader #clove kentwell x fem reader

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tartagliad · 2 years

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Hello! May i request a Stocking Anarchy!reader?? Like they're just OBSESSED with sweets, sugar etc. They also can turn their or anyone else's stockings into swords!! They're gothic lolita also,, with Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha and Scaramouche please! :3 (you can take a look at at the Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt wiki if you don't know how she acts!)

I- this takes me a long time to find out about this even i need my bsf to help me, here it is~ i hope you liked it~ do give me a feedback on it~ let's pretend i didn't disappear for 4 month-ish

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Stocking Anarchy

Summary: basically how the boys are with Stocking Anarchy! s/o

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche

Genre: Comedic, slight nsfw (stocking & panty) StockingAnarchy!reader

F! reader

Warnings: Slight nsfw (in the genre), nothing explicit after that, if uncomfortable do leave immediately, i probably mischaracterized kazuha and scara i'm sorry- I DONT KNOW WHAT SHOULD I PUT AS THE TITLE-

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First of all, Diluc doesn't know how he feels about your clothing-

He's fine with it but also no (?)

It's just how open and revealing it is that's bothering him

If it's for summer, he'll be fine with it- but this is on a daily baisis especially your wearing it in the battlefield

Also your cravings for sweets..

Pastries, candies, bar of chocolates.. Diluc will buy it to satisfy you..

Now, let's get into the actual part :^

Both of you are like usual, finish out some commissions

Your wearing your normal clothing and he too

when walking into an area, both of you saw a hilichurl camp

There's no hilichurl there but both of you still keep your guards up just incase

"There it is.." Diluc quietly whispers and went in with you..

As he was taking some of the treasures, you take out your 'weapon'

You reach for your stocking and pull it down

"Hey y/n, can you check the other-'', he stop mid sentence, face flushed

"What are you.. doing??'', he questioned whilst covering his eyes

"Weapon..'' you then turned the stocking into a sword

''...'', you left him speechless :l

"..I have.. no word..", just those sentence that came out from his mouth

You looked at him and laugh, you could take a picture right now if you can-

That's the day he'll never forget, you completely make a fool out of him and Diluc can't help but get flushed if he thinks about it

''..You know, if that's how you summon your weapon.. respectfully- maybe it's better for you to turn it into a sword before hand.. i-it's so no ones especially enemies looks at your.. bottom part.. ehem-''

This man just ran with it-

I get it, Kaeya wouldn't get flustered after all by the way you dressed up and flirts with you

But he's still respectful towards you between all that

A bit worried inside when you decided to go to the tavern with him

Will bring an extra jacket if you're cold or just to cover your legs when sitting

He's still a gentleman y'know- don't get him wrong >:(

Will take you out for desserts because he knows damn well how much you loved them-

Also slightly concerned because of how much sugar is went down your throat-

I can also see he sometimes ran to Albedo just to ask for a concoction for controlling your sugar

That's.. just how much he's concern, okay?

Back to the topic

Both of you were just having a stroll around the forests

Having a chit chat and joke around, but you have something in mind ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"What do you think about the story-'', he got cut by you suddenly pinned him to a tree

You and Kaeya stared at each other, "oh? getting bold are we?'' he teases

"what if i did~?" you slurred, rolling down your stocking

He watches you, eyes slowly getting hungrier every second

"there we go~'', finish taking it off and looked up at him

But rather than continuing it, you attacked someone that has been following the two of you, stocking already turned into a weapon

Flustered and embarrassed, Kaeya stood there speechless watching you

You then finish them off and walk back to him, you grinned

"Nice work for watching me cavalry captain, such a pervert~" you laughed at him

Kaeya wanted to bury himself right then and there but also, how dare you?

"I hate you for doing that"

How should I start this-

Actually very interested in the way summon your weapon

Doesn't really care about how much desserts that went into you, but is kinda sad because it reminded him of someone

Oh well, let's not get sad-

Anyways, I'll get to the point

HE. WANTS. TO. LEARN. HOW. TO. DO. IT

Seriously, it's just a piece of normal clothing at first but then a weapon the next, he likes it very much

aside from that, you wanna taught him how to use his hat like a frisbee

And you're probably asking, what was his first impression?

It all started when both of you are just training together like you used to

"I wanna ask you something?" he looks at you, "hm? what is it?" you turn to look at him

Thinking a bit, he then lets it out, "Where did you kept your weapon? i mean, i already put a rack over there. You haven't been using it."

Although he's fine with it, Scara can't help but wonder why

"..well..", you try to find a way to explain it to him, he just stared at you. Waiting for you to respond

After some time, you decided to just show him, "just.. uh.." you take your stockings off, which caught him- he wasn't prepared AT ALL

"what are you- stop-", he muttered out in embarrassment

"hey it's fine, look..'' you then turned it into a weapon

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shocked, heart stop beating, eyes popped out, jaw drops to the floor

He couldn't believe his eyes, how fascinating

"..GIMME THOSE RIGHT NOW-", he tries to grab the other stocking from you

"hey- oh hell nawh-".. yeah that happened-

bonus- Scara once tried to take one of your panty from your closet and try it for himself but couldn't LMAO

He's frustrated after that and would demand you to teach him-

"Oh don't run away, you better teach me how to use this before I make you."

I'll start this one where he doesn't know that you do things like that

Most of the time when facing danger, Kazuha is the one who will fight them (based on the second golden archipelago on how gentleman he is-)

He probably knows that you can fight and use a weapon, but he always felt a responsibility to do it so he doesn't mind at all

How cute that he'll watch over his innocent little s/o :3

Anyways, he actually has a thought of teaching you how to spar

He worries that he can't be with you at some times so at least you'll have some basic techniques

When both of you arrived on land, both of you will train there

Deep inside, he feels a relief that he finally knows that you can defend yourself

As your trainer, he's happy that you're catching up quickly.. a bit too quickly, maybe because it's him.. he doesn't know

Well, you can turn a stocking into a weapon behind his back and knows how to spar from years ago- ehe-

Of course while he's not around, you still trained by yourself

It'll save up some time for him too, no? you don't want to tired him more~

He came back when you were about to train, "hey, sugar-", he stopped mid sentence seeing you taking off your panty and turning it into a weapon

You didn't notice he was there until he accidentally trip-

"ah- are you okay??" you ran and check on him, Kazuha just nodded, head still a mess after seeing that

"u-uhh- I'm sorry that i just saw what you did-" he hides his face, looking away

After a while thinking, you finally smiled at him, "hahaha, it's okay Kazu.. I know you'll found out about it one day"

(so it's normal for her to do this???) he thought, face turned into a full tomato

"h-how long you've been doing.. this..?" he asked, "uhh.. years.."

Okay now he lost it- although it's unique, he couldn't help but still get flustered just thinking about it

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Sometimes you'll make a joke or two just to see his face act up :D

"ehem.. d-don't recall it.. I'm sorry okay..? but next time.. don't do it so casually.."

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amiramorozova · 5 months

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Darkira (Aleksander Morozova x Amira Silina) pt. 2 1st army camp

Amira's pov

Growing up was easy, ten years went by like it was nothing and I trained to become a powerful Grisha..and I had my own best friend Nicolas Stark. My twin sister was crushing on Nico but then I was his best friend. So when we left and went to first army camp, it was seeming to go fine. I got into Cartography and he was a Corporal tracker..we just happened to get the same unit which was fine.

As we arrived, I got out of the vehicle and walked with Nico as we were walking in camp..it wasn't going to be easy but we would make it work. As we walked, I felt a nudge and then looked seeing Alina..I'd know my cousin anywhere but her friend didn't remember me. Alina and I exchanged looks as we both knew what we were..but the look on Alina's face was like..she'd forgotten..

Alina, have you forgotten? I thought

I wouldn't be surprised if Alina tried to deny being a Sun Summoner, where I embraced it. She did run off to who knows where..as Nico and I did some learning we were in the 37th regiment and Alina and Mal were in the 36th Regiment which was fine. For months I got to stay by Nico's side which was great for me as I honed my skills in the mean time.

When we were in line to get meals, Nico and I would joke around as we got the meal and then went and sat down. Some thought I was Nico's girlfriend but he put them in their place saying we were just good friends..and it was true. I was old enough to get my grisha soulmate mark anyday, soulmate mark can vary anywhere between the initials of the grisha they're meant to be with or their power symbols. I hadn't received mine yet but I hadn't met mine yet it seemed or maybe I had but was not old enough to know then.

Then I saw Alina having trouble with the cook, it annoyed me how they treated her differently for being half shu. I went to get up but Nico pulled me back down. "Mal will handle it..besides we all know not every ravkan accepts shu, half or not." Nico whispered as I nod in agreement. Yet, I went to my tent later and got some snacks I did have and found Alina sitting alone as I dropped it in her lap and sat by her.

"You seemed to have done well for yourself..but you haven't been practicing.." I said as Alina looked and tried to hand it back. "I don't want your charity cousin." Alina said but I insisited. "You have to eat Alina, this whole thing is stupid.." I said as we had to watch Grisha training.. "You should be there..training with the Grisha." Alina said quietly as I laughed a bit. "Oh yes, training under the man who my father dispises the most in this world..I did meet him ten years ago..the General." I said as she looked shocked and I looked at her. "He showed up after you disappeared..he's not bad looking at all Alina. Yet, he never came back to try to test me or Sierra." I said

Alina just seemed speechless but she knew she'd been tested and she got out of it..She ate some of the snacks. "They're talking about going into the fold again..another skiff crossing. " Alina said as I nod knowing about that and took a sip of a drink I had. "They're choosing tomorrow the ones who are going on the skiff..let's hope it's not one of us." I said before getting up and leaving her to eat as Mal came to Alina.

I didn't feel like celebrating or anything so I went to bed and that morning was when I heard the sound of a carriage approaching and then felt the tingling feeling on my neck. "hm" I said as I got up and got ready like usual going to breakfast hall and sitting with Nico..It was Nico who noticed as he waited till after we ate. "Amira, your neck.." He said as I looked at him and then moved my hair over it..

My Grisha soulmate is nearby.. I thought

Aleksander's POV

The carriage ride from the little palace to the first army camp was quite long, I knew there was a lot to do and little time to do it as I knew checking on the Grisha was top priority..as the carriage entered first army grounds by the fold. I felt that feeling on my wrist and this time I looked seeing two symbols..one didn't intrigue me but the other did..Sun. I knew this happened ten years ago when I visited the Silina family so I knew then, it was someone related to Catalina that was my Grisha soulmate. A Sun Summoner, and from the looks of it also Tidemaker..my mind went to Amara's daughters, after all being the Generous General I was back then I did let Amara leave to be with her own Grisha soulmate so perhaps this was the saints rewarding me.

Could it be that a Grisha would sneak into first army? Pretend to be something they're not? I thought

As I got out of the carriage when it stopped, I headed to my tent first as I'd decided to bring Aiden Nikitin with me. I was going to let the squaller visit his family but seemed his half sister may be closer than I thought. I got things ready and go over preparations for tomorrow before I'd decide to investigate the grisha in hiding. After that was settled I went to the first army General.

"General Kirigan, is there something you need?" He asked

"Do you have any soldiers with the last name Silina here?" I asked

"One, Amira Silina. She's a Cartographer in the 37th Regiment, she's around here somewhere." He said

Amira Silina..and that is the name Aiden said is his half sister..so that means she's here among humans. I thought

"It has come to light that Ms. Silina, may be Grisha. Her family is well acquainted with 2nd army's grisha trainer. Have someone find her and bring her to my tent tonight." I said as he nod and then I walked away.

Amira's pov

I looked at Nico still panicking a little when I saw his color...black. I knew then that I was on limited time to figure out my situation. I could only hide for so long before he knew, if he didn't know already. Nico followed my gaze seeing the General.

"General Kirigan.." Nico said

"My time is up soon..so after the picking with the skiff, let's throw a small party with your friends and my cousin and the other cartographers. Make it the best before he finds me.." I said

Nico didn't seem to like this but then he moved my hair "AM" He said wondering what that meant but I wouldn't say..not here. I moved my hair back and knew it was only a matter of time.

I get tonight only...if he doesn't drag me to his tent tonight.. I thought

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 10 months

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(after birthday dinner continued)

Evan's family has gone back to the rental house. It was getting late and his niece needed to go to bed. We hugged everyone as they left. On the way out, they are telling me what a wonderful night they all had thanks to me. I tell them it was all my pleasure and it was wonderful to meet them. Evan's niece is asleep with her cheek pressed against Andrew's shoulders. I brush her hair out of her eyes and say "sweet dreams, sweet girl"

I close my front door and walk back towards the kitchen. Evan is trying to help me clean up. I go in and start to help too. The faster we can get it done, the sooner we can talk. We finish up and I thank him and plant a quick kiss on his soft lips. Then I take his hand and lead him to the couch. We sit as he starts talking.

"I'm...speechless still. I have so many questions. The biggest one being why didn't you want me to know you did all this for me?" His dark eyes boring a hole into my face.

I sigh and answer thoughtfully "Honestly..I felt so strongly about doing this and then I worried you would be scared away by it. Or you would be mad. Or not feel the same way..." I trail off "I got to a point of no return and then I figured if I sat back and got to watch you smile and have a great week, that would be enough for me. Plus, it's not about taking credit. It's about you being happy"

He's silent. Looking down at his hands. When he looks up he's a bit emotional. His voice is shaky

"I haven't had such a relaxing, drama free birthday in ...I don't know how long. It felt ....good and effortless. You were so amazing with my family."

He has to stop for a minute. When he speaks he can hardly do so. Tears are welling up in his eyes. I take his hand and tell him it's ok. To take his time.

He takes a deep breath. "How did you just come along...where have you been?" He chuckles. "I don't deserve to have someone like you in my life. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. I don't know...what to say..."

"Hey, look at me." He does. "You have been nothing but kind to me since the day I met you. Are you happy? Was it a good day?"

He nods yes

"Then that's all that matters to me." I say.

"I'm feeling the let down after a great day is over. I don't want this to end. I don't want to be alone right now." He is half talking to himself.

"You don't have to go home right now. Want to turn something on TV and hang for a bit?" I ask

"If you don't mind"

I search the channels and like a gift from the universe, StepBrothers is on. We cuddle on the couch and laugh together. We both end up drifting to sleep. About an hour later Evan sits up with a bolt. He's panicked for a second trying to figure out where he is. I sit up and smile. "You're ok. We just fell asleep" I kiss his arm.

"Oh man, it's late and I have to drive home" his voice sleepy.

"No, I don't think that would be a safe thing to do. Just stay here. You can have my bed. It's too late." I say.

"Are you sure? I will take the couch"

"did you get everything you wanted for your birthday?" I ask him. A loving look in my eyes.

He just stares at me. "Almost" he says quietly

He leans in to kiss me. Soft at first, then more eager. I run my hand across his buzzed head, my thumbs caressing his face. His tongue parts my lips and I meet it with mine. He pulls away to look into my eyes and I climb on top of him. Straddling him, I feel his need for me. We continue kissing. I lick his lips and rub my nose on his. I kiss his cheek then his jawline then his neck. I hit a spot that produces a little whimper so I stay there for a minute. Then, I hear him speak.

"Do you want this as much as I do?" He asks me. Concerned that he's pushing me.

"Yes. I have for awhile now"

I stand up and then get on my knees. I start to undo his pants. He stops me. I look up at him confused.

" Not like this honey. Not tonight. You're worth more than that to me." He says, brushing my hair off my cheek.

I stand up and he does too. He puts his hand out for me to take and starts walking towards my stairs.

"First room on the right" I say as we hit the landing

He walks me up to my bed and he starts slowly pushing my dress straps down my arms. He lifts it above my head and lets it drop on the floor. I slowly lift his shirt revealing a beautiful , muscular body. I run my hands down his chest and lower them to his pants. He lets out a sharp sigh. I undo his zipper and let them fall. We are both standing facing each other, only in our underwear. I feel like a teenager discovering sex for the first time. Except it isn't and I can't wait to show him how he makes me feel.

"Let's go slow. I need to take my time with you" he whispers.

I nod in agreement

He reaches to unclasp my bra. Lets it fall. He kisses my neck and starts trailing down to my breasts. His hot breath surrounds my nipple and I feel his tongue dart. Flicking at it. I moan softly. He repeats the same on my other breast. This time suckling a bit.

I want to speed him up. I want him inside me so bad. But he is asking me for this. To go slow. And I want to give it to him.

I run my hands down his sides and tuck my thumbs in his boxers waist band. I tug them down. His erection revealed. He steps out of his boxers as they hit the floor. I take his erection in my hand and start softly stroking. His eyes close and he moans.

He tugs my panties down and I step out too. His thumb finds my clit and he starts brushing against it. I'm still stroking him. Mutually making the other moan. He looks in my eyes and says "jump up". I do as he asks and wrap my legs around his waist. He walks backwards up to the edge of the bed and sits down. We are now lotus. He's holding me against him. We kiss. Tongues assaulting each other. He pulls away and asks if I'm ready. I say yes please. And we work together to meet each other half way. We line up and he pushes himself into me agonizingly slow. We both groan. He lets me adjust to him a bit and then he bottoms out. Our position allowing him to be all the way inside me. I close my eyes.

"are you ok?" He asks

I whisper "yes."

And we start slowly rocking back and forth. Our foreheads pressed together. Sharp sighs as our mouths press together. I start moving my hips in slow circles and his head falls back.

"that feels so good" he says

" we can speed up a bit if you want" I say to him

"please" he almost begs

I start moving faster. I press myself harder against him. He slips in a bit deeper. Neither of us expecting it. We both moan. He starts to tremble.

"ohhhh faster. Please, you make me feel so good" he moans

His breathing quickens. A sharp moan escapes as I start to bounce.

"So. Good." He chokes out

I bounce faster. Holding my pelvis tight to his.

"Mmmm"

Faster

"oh, fuck, it's coming ..." he cries

I feel his hips start to buck. His grip on mine almost painful. His head falls back again. He starts letting out long drawn out cries as I feel ribbons of hot hit my walls. He finishes and I press his head to my chest. He embraces me and I hold him there for what seems like hours. Our hearts beating so fast against each other. His body shaking as he starts to come down off his high.

"I can't believe this is real. How do you make me feel this good?..." He says

"you deserve the world Evan. I want to be the one to give it to you"

He lifts his head off my chest and kisses my nose. "This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for"

"well, happy birthday baby"

bravo, talented anon!!

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just-let-me-adore-you · 1 year

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Lover |H.S|

Part 2: The Betrayal

Description: Her mother has cancer, she dropped out of college to get a job just to barely scrape up enough money to pay for her mother's treatments. But, when Blaire Pascoe gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a member in Harry's band. An opportunity that will change her life forever. Both good and bad.

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Warnings

•some swearing

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•Recap•

"Look, this is gonna' sound really random but I need another guitarist and you're literally bloody insane! My team and I have been looking high and low for a guitarist but I think I may have just found one?"

I stood more in shock than I had been, "Y-you're in a band too!?"

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[Blaire's P.O.V.]

He let out a laugh, as I stared at him with a cloud of confusion, and shock looming over me.

"Yeh, I am, look I'll tell you more once you get home or whatever. Just text me when you do, alright?"

"Um, why can't you just tell me now?" His eyes told me he was holding something back. "You can tell me." I spoke more quietly.

"Uh, alright I gotta' go." He spoke as his eyes flicked to somewhere off in the distance. Just as he spoke he was gone. I was left on the sidewalk beyond confused and speechless.

***

About fifteen minutes later I'd made it home in one piece thankfully . . .

In the span of the car ride I'd been to distracted thinking about if I should even take Harry up on his offer or not that I almost hit a pedestrian crossing the street while using the crosswalk no less, almost hit a squirrel as well. And caught myself going ten over the speed limit. I was lucky to be alive, lucky I didn't get a ticket.

"Hey, you're finally home! How was the gig?" My mom greeted me from the living room. I took my shoes off and set my car keys in the dish before making my way out into the room where I took a seat on the couch.

"Good." I say, apparently it was obvious my mind was elsewhere.

"What's got you so ... shaken up?" My mom asked furrowing her brows together.

"Uh, well I may or may not have gotten offered to be in some guys band." I spoke, I felt my cheeks flush.

"Really!? Do you think you're gonna' take the offer?"

"That's the thing, I don't know if I should. I mean, I've been in the same band for a few years and we haven't really accomplished much. But at the same time leaving the band would mean leaving behind my friends. And I don't think Talia or Dylan would be so keen with the idea of me leaving." I rambled, looking down at my feet.

"Look at me," I looked up to meet my mom's gaze, "When are you going to learn to start putting yourself before other people?"

"I don't know." I spoke, the truth was ever since my last relationship with this dickhead of a guy I changed in more ways than one. And becoming a so called "people-pleaser" was one of them.

"Well, you can't wait for an invitation. You've gotta' change that for yourself."

"Yeah, I know." I say, "Well, I love you but I'm gonna' go clean up and then head to bed." I say rising to my feet. My mom held her arms open for a hug. I gladly gave her one. I never knew when the last one would be so I cherished every single one.

I made my way into my room and turned the light on, opened my closet and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a notification from Harry.

From Harry: You make it home yet?

To Harry: Yeah, sorry.

From Harry: Np. So, about the band thing?

To Harry: Can you give me like half an hour, please? I wanna' think about it some more. Plus I'm getting around for bed.

From Harry: Yeh, sure. Just text me when you've made up your mind. I also don't have all day either.

To Harry: I get it. Tty in a bit.

***

I sat on my bed with a towel wrapped around my hair. I pulled out my laptop from beside my bed and opened it. While taking a shower I decided it'd probably be a good idea to look up this dude before I just agreed to be part of his band.

I opened my laptops search engine and typed, 'Harry Styles'. It loaded when a Wikipedia wedsite popped up. I clicked on that and about had a stroke.

"Woah, what!?" I exclaimed as I read up on how he became a world famous musician. Something about being in a boy band called One Direction and blah blah blah. I had read enough to know that his offer was the real deal. I opened up our messages and sent him another.

To Harry: Uhhhh. Care to explain why you didn't tell me your a famous singer???

From Harry: Wow, I'm honestly surprised you didn't already know...

To Harry: Now you just sound cocky.

From Harry: Really? I mean you asked me to explain and so I did.

To Harry: Haha, very funny. Now, what about this offer?

From Harry: Well...like I said you'd be a part of my band AFTER signing a shit ton of contracts that is.

To Harry: That's it?

From Harry: Well to get you signed with me yeah that's it. But, you've gotta be able to know how to play the notes to my songs before September 19th.

To Harry: Alr, shouldn't be a big deal.

From Harry: Good, also would you be okay as being a back vocalist as well? I think you've got an amazing voice from what I heard tonight.

To Harry: Aw, thanks. I mean I don't see why not, I've been doing it for a few years now so nothing new.

From Harry: Alright, deal then?

To Harry: Deal.

From Harry: Great ok, I'll contact my team and then they'll contact you to schedule an appointment for you to sign the contracts.

To Harry: Sounds good. Okay well, I'm going to get something to eat, so bye ttyl or whenever.

From Harry: Yep, I'll tell you what my team says.

To Harry: Okay, thank you.

***

I just finished loading the last bit of dishes into the dish washer and at this point felt exhausted from my long day. Thank God it's the weekend. I made my way into my room and decided to call Talia to tell her about the deal I'd made with Harry. She picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Uh, well you're probably not going to believe me when I say this but I just a once in a lifetime offer to become part of a world famous musicians band! This could be life changing, I'd be able to actually afford my mom's cancer treatments, Tal!" I squealed from the overflowing amount of excitement. There was nothing but silence from the other line. "You still there?"

"What the f*ck! You know how betrayed I feel right now!? You are my best friend, we've been friends since elementary school and now all of a goddamn sudden your leaving behind your band and me for some dumbass offer!?" She screamed, I opened my mouth and closed it. "I'm done! This is just a bunch of shit!" She yelled again.

"Well, you know what if you were truly a real friend you'd understand why I took the offer." I hung up the call and tossed my phone to the end of the bed before I covered my face in my palms and began sobbing out of anger and frustration. It wasn't the words that stung the most, it was the fact she couldn't be happy for me. It shows how selfish some people can be.

Minutes passed and the sound of my phone buzzing interrupted my rampant thoughts. I wiped away a stray tear before I saw Harry's caller ID flashing on the screen. I breathed in and out until I was sure I had gained my composure, once I had I answered the call.

"Hey, why are you calling me?" I sniffled and wiped my nose as I waited for a response.

"Are-are you okay?"

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about, Harry. But thank you." I spoke sniffling again.

"You can tell me, I won't judge you."

"N-no, it's alright. Its not a big deal. I don't wanna'waste your time."

"You won't be wasting my time, I'm genuinely concerned."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeh, I don't care."

"Okay, well," I sucked in a breath, "I told my bandmate who I've been friends with since the first grade that I'm leaving the band and she told me I betrayed her and the band, when in reality I didn't and never would do that intentionally. And so now I'm pretty sure I just lost someone who was like a sibling to me."

"Well, I can say that if she were a true friend she should be happy and proud of you. So, I think you did the right thing. That's jus' my opinion and I know we're basically complete strangers but believe me I know what 's like to lose someone who was like a sibling."

"Yeah, well thank you. I guess, talking about it helped."

"S' not a problem. Are you okay now though?"

"Y-yeah, I think so." I fought off a smile.

"Good, good. Well, I jus' called to let you know I talked to my team and they say that they'll try to schedule something as soon as they can."

"Awesome! Thanks, Harry."

"Not a problem, also if you have any other questions jus' text or call me. If I don't answer jus' assume I'm busy."

"Alright, I will."

"Yeh, also do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Uh, no besides being lazy. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go grab some lunch? Jus' to get to know one another a bit better."

"I don't wanna' make the wrong assumption but are you asking me on a date?" His laugh echoed before he replied.

"Maybe, jus' maybe."

"Okay, well yeah, what time?"

"I'd say around noon."

"Okay, sounds good. See you tomorrow then."

"Yeh, see you, Blaire." He spoke before ending the call. The realization hit me that I was literally going on a date with some random guy I didn't even know. Maybe I was ready to date again? Maybe I just didn't even know it?

I rose from the comfort of my bed and pulled out an outfit for tomorrow. I still couldn't believe Talia reacted the way she did. If she were truly my friend she would've been happy. I mean sure I might be a little upset too if my friend had just randomly told me that they were leaving the band. But, she knows how hard it is for me and my mom to afford her cancer treatments. And frankly our band wasn't giving me much income, and my income from the dinner is primarily based on tips. It was just barely enough to pay for my mom's treatments.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door, I turned around and saw my mom standing in the doorway with a quizzical look on her face.

"Were you crying?" She asked taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay." I spoke with a small smile.

"You're lying, what happened?" She gently spoke. I blew out a breath and sighed.

"Well, long story short I called Talia to tell her about the offer and she chewed me out for betraying her and the band. And mom, with this offer I'd be able to pay your treatments with no problem. And I even told her that and she wasn't even happy." I explained, setting my outfit on my dresser.

"Well, for one she needs to apologize-"

"No, I don't even need an apology from her. She blew it, I don't care if I'm overreacting, she knows how important your treatments are to me. She knows how hard it is to pay for them. She knows mom, she knows." She gave me a sympathetic smile.

"C'mere." She spoke with open arms. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. She broke away from the embrace and shot me another smile before she rose from the bed. "Well, I'll let you be." She began making her way towards the door.

"Okay, well goodnight, I love you, mom."

"I love you too." She made her way out of the room leaving me alone. I turned my TV on and shut the lights off. Walking through the dimly lit room I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over my body.

August 28th 2017

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

I sat in the booth at the cafe waiting for Harry to walk in through the doors. After knowing what I knew about him I figured he'd prefer it if we sat off in a corner to be less in the open. I anxiously bounced my leg up and down as my eyes lingered on the door.

I glanced down at the time on my phone and saw it was 12:23. Twenty-three minutes past the time Harry and I had agreed to meet at. As I sat in my cloud of anxiety I picked at my cuticle, my leg bounced as well.

'Maybe I misread his message this morning about what time to meet at?'

'What if I'm the one who's late?'

'No, we agreed to meet at noon.'

'Maybe he's just running a little behind?'

My thoughts ran rampant, I was too busy wrapped up within my anxious thoughts to notice the tattooed hand that waved in front of my face.

"Hey, Blaire." He cleared his throat grabbing my attention. I gave him a flustered smile.

"Oh, hi sorry." I spoke.

"No, 's fine, also sorry I'm running a little late. Traffic was awful." He apologized, shooting me a charming smile.

"Oh, no it's alright, I kinda' figured that was why."

"Well, how are you?" He asked removing his coat revealing a plain white tee. My eyes danced upon the two dark blotches that rested just below his collar bones, that were barely visible. My eyes traveled to his left arm that was covered in tattoos before they traveled back up to meet his.

"I'm pretty good, what about you?"

"Good, um do you know what you want to order? M' not rushing you or anything."

"Uh, I figured I'd just get a sandwich." I say, he nodded his head.

"I gotcha', you want anything to drink?"

"Nah, thanks though." I say shaking my head with a smile. "Do you know what you want?"

"Yeh, I come here a lot when I'm in New York." I nodded before I decided to ask a question.

"Who's your favorite band or musician?" He pursed his lips in thought.

"Probably Fleetwood Mac, The Beatles, jus' rock in general."

"Oh, I love Fleetwood too!" I spoke with a smile.

"As boring as this question is, whas' you're favorite animal?"

"Oh my god, a cat."

"Really? I love 'em too." He spoke with wide eyes. Just then a waiter made her way over to the booth.

"Hello, my names Anna, what would you guys like today?"

"Uh, I'll just have a grilled ham and cheese sandwich." I say looking up at her. She quickly scribbled something down onto a piece of paper.

"And what would you like, sir?"

"Um, jus' a fish sandwich is fine, uh and with a water, please."

"Alright, it should be out within fifteen minutes." She smiled tucking her pen and paper into her apron. She walked off out of my line of sight.

"What made you want to get into music?" Harry asked.

"Um, I don't know to be honest. I guess, the first time I ever picked up a guitar and played it. What about you?"

"Makes sense, and honestly I was in a band back in school called White Eskimo. And I was the lead singer so, then it just all kind of went from there."

"Oh, wow, that sounds like it'd be fun."

"Yeh, it was. Come to think of it without them I don't know where I'd be, the same goes to the other band I was in."

"Yeah, it's crazy to think about where we'd be if we hadn't of taken that leap of faith or made that choice." I say.

"Yeah, well whas' your favorite food?"

"Boring but it's chicken."

"Yeh, I haven't eaten chicken in a few years."

"Oh, are on some sort of diet or?"

"Yeh, I'm a pescetarian."

"Oh, I know a few people who are also pescetarian as well. They say once they started they felt way better and like they had more energy."

"Yeh, that's kind of how I felt."

"Doesn't it cut out a bunch of different things though?"

"I mean, I can say that it's definitely not the diet for someone who doesn't like seafood."

"Eh, I don't mind it, I'm not real crazy for it though. Well, what's your favorite food?"

"Tacos, all the way."

"They actually sound good. I haven't had them a while."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Um, no, do you?"

"Yeh, I have an older sister named Gemma, she's really sweet." He smiled. I smiled at the way he spoke of her. He pulled off his hat and gave his hair a quick comb of the fingers.

"What's your favorite book or movie of all time?" I ask.

"The Notebook." He bashfully smiled. I found it kind of cute and amusing to see him become flustered causing a blush to spread over his cheeks.

"Aw, I love that movie." I smiled, "I've only ever seen it once and I cried." His smile grew in size as I spoke.

"Maybe we'll have to watch it together some time." He spoke with a smirk.

"I'll take you up on that."

***

After about twenty minutes of asking questions back and forth, I'd come to realize that there were a lot of good qualities about Harry. I mean for one he's nice, confident, and most definitely charming. It was clear to me he knew what he was doing judging by the way I hadn't stopped smiling in the past twenty minutes.

Just then the same waitress from earlier came over balancing two small plates in each of her hands. She set mine down first followed by Harry's.

"Um, I don't mean to be rude but where's my water?" Harry spoke.

"Oh, I forgot I'm so sorry I'll be right back." She quickly apologized.

"No worries, you're alrigh'." He smiled, before he busied himself with unwrapping the wrapper around his sandwich. I followed suit, taking a bite of the cheesy sandwich. For as simple as it was it was probably one of the best grilled ham and cheese sandwiches I'd ever had.

"Is it good, love?" He asked swallowing.

"Yeah, it is. How is your's?" I watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and did a chef's kiss motion. I laughed at his actions as did he.

"Here's your water, sir." The waitress spoke placing the bottle of water onto the table. Harry shot her a quick smile before she walked away.

"Ya' know I hate seeing people get all rude and snotty with waiters who mess up someone's order." I say watching as she walks away. "If only they knew how much waiters have to do." I add.

"Yeah, you make an excellent waiter though." He smiled.

"Thanks." I smiled.

***

We'd both finished eating and sat as we mindlessly chatted about the most randomest of things. My eyes flicked away from Harry's striking green ones to the waitresses deep brown ones as she made her way over to us.

"Okay, so is the bill split or just one?" She asked.

"Uh, just make it one." Harry replied, I fought off the urge to argue and say it needed to be split but I knew he was just trying to be nice.

"Alright, well I'll be right back." She spoke with a smile before walking off.

"Thank you." I say.

"For wha'?"

"For paying, you didn't have to all I got was a sandwich."

"Yeh, exactly all you got was a sandwich." He stated.

"Well, regardless thank you for paying." I say with a grateful smile.

"S' not a big deal." He smiled.

***

We walked out of the cafe side by side, the warm air brushed against my exposed skin.

"Well, I had a great time with you, Blaire." Harry spoke, as we walked across the surprisingly peaceful New York street.

"Thanks, so did I, Harry." I smiled.

"Well, do you think you'd be interested in doing this again?" He questioned momentarily glancing over at me as he walked with his head down.

"I mean, yeah I definitely would." I smiled. He suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"Alrigh', well my cars right here." He spoke, retrieving his car keys from his pocket.

"Yeah, well bye, Harry." I spoke, he shot me a smile.

"Yep, bye Blaire. Hey, text me when you get back home please."

"I will, bye." I waved bye as I walked away. I couldn't contain my smile any longer. It was like an overflowing amount of happiness had hit me all at once.

***

I arrived back home and set my keys into the dish my mom wasn't home, which was surprising. I ventured into the living room and took a seat on the couch. Pulling out my phone I sent Harry a message saying I got home.

From Harry: Ok, thanks. Ttyl.

To Harry: Alr, ttyl, Harry.

I closed out of my messages to see a Twitter notification that I had been tagged in. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Who in the hell knows my name?" I whispered to myself. I clicked on the notification and my eyes grew wide.

My eyes traveled down to the person who tweeted it, they began scanning over the words.

harrystylesfaninfinity: "WHAT THE FUCK!??? WHO THE HELL IS SHE!?"

styles_1D: dude! I was at this bar last night and that's literally Blaire Pascoe! She was introduced by her bandmate Talia Lane! She plays the guitar and can sing! OMG what if Harry was at the bar and they met!?

sottlover: ummm???? How else do u think they met? I've never even heard of Blaire soooo. They def met at that bar u were talking abt unless they met before that but it just seems odd that all of a sudden there spotted together after coincidentally being at the same bar...yeah they definitely met at the bar.

sweet_creature: okay just a therory but what if these two have been together for a while and Harry wrote sweet creature abt her???

Callie: yeah sure okay

styles_1994: brooo! this is too much for me rn! he's going on tour in like a month! Wtf!

my_life_revolves_around_harry: dude I stg if they're dating I'm gonna throw myself off a cliff!

Larry_is_real: no they're not dating...Harry loves Louis too much to do that.

nialler_horan: OMFG why with the Larry shit!

stylesgivesmelife: dude she's ugly just saying

harry_styles_fan: bro just stop, it's what's in the heart that matters not the looks.

Talia_Lane: wow, is this the guy you're supposedly signing a contract with to be in his band? his fucking style is lamer than you. Hahaha!

I felt my body overcome with a sense of anger, why couldn't she just get over it? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and it would change my life for the good. Why couldn't she just be happy for me? She knew how important this was to me. If anyone was betrayed it'd be me, not her. I didn't betray her, I did what was best for me and my family.

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Alr, I hope you like it! Thank you to the people who have liked this story! It means a lot! Feel free to add comments or do wtv.

All the love, Skye

#harry styles #fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #romance #haylor #taylor swift #harry edward styles #hs1era #harry styles hs1

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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You know, it would be really sweet if Julieta and Pepa knew about Bruno, Dolores probably told them after hearing how devastated they were about Bruno's disappearance, and they know how stressful their gifts can be, so they would obviously keep his secret, (probably wouldn't be the first secret shared amongst the triplets), not sure if Bruno would tell them about the vision, or at least that it was about Mirabel, it would be a great au, think you'd be willing to make a snippet about it?

YUH YUH❗❗❗

I got a little something. Its a little bit short, but I hope it works anyway <33

Les get it

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"Mama? Tia?" Dolores asked, peeking into the dining room, where the two were sitting at the dining table. Dolores' had come tk fetch them for something.

"Si mija?" Pepa asked, smiling at her 14 year old daughter, her dog's, Beau, head resting in her lap.

"Um...I have something to...show you..." She squeaked, letting her own shiba inu circle her legs.

"What is it?" Julieta asked, curious as to why Dolores was up so late; usually the girl was in bed by this time, one of the first ones asleep.

Dolores turned to the side, and whistled, then waited a moment. Suddenly there was the sound if Casita's tiles eattling, then claws hitting the floor running towards them. They were heavy, one of the bigger dogs---maybe Atlas? But that was strange, because he was almost never left Luisa's side, even at night. And sure there was Estaban, but Julieta knew for a fact he was with her husband in their shared room.

The two woman than saw a large black mass skid past the threshold. A couple seconds later, it came skidding back. Pepa had a cloud that thundered, and Julieta was speechless. Both Beau and Cocoa ran over to the large black dog and the three happily bounced around for a moment, before stopping.

"Arenosa...?" Julieta asked, standing up, and slowing walking towards the dog, Pepa doing the same. The dog seemed to understand and barked in acknowledgement, panting as Dolores' own dog leaned up against the large dog.

"That's...that's impossible. Its been almost two years," Pepa said letting her brothers dog jump on her and lick her face. Her cloud cleared up slightly. Arenosa had always been such a friendly dog, but mucb like Bruno, people judged him on appearance, and the big dog often scared people off.

"That's not all," Dolores said quietly and she turned once again, gesturing outside of the room. For a moment she seemes to silent argue, and she sighed. Walking out the dining room, she left the two women in confusion.

"W-Wait! Dolores!" There was whispering shouting from a very familar voice. Both Julieta snd Pepa froze when Dolores pushed Bruno into the dining room. Arenosa jumped down from Pepa and ran over the Bruno, to which the man ruffled hus black fur. He suddenly appeared to remember who he was in front of and froze, eyes shifting slowly to look at his sisters.

Both of the were speechless as they stared at the man, who gave a worried smile. "Bruno?" Pepa whispered quietly.

"Hola hermanas," Bruno said quietly, waving nervously. Suddenly Bruno was tackled by his two crying sisters who were bombarding him with questions, like where he had been, if he was eating enough, why he left.

"Why would you do that?! I thought you...you..." Julieta wasn't even able to be angry, instead she burst into teats again as did Pepa, who was raining but also had a rainbow.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't..." Bruno paused and stopped himself, simply hugged his sisters while their dogs seemed to cuddle in on each other as well. "I missed you too."

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Major W on Dolores' part <333 ANYWAY I HOPED YOU LIKE IT <333 It was so fun to write I'm not even gonna lie. Like really fun. Dogs are so cool <333

Bruno probably does later explain that he can't stay but they can visit soooo there's that but otherwise yeah, they're so cool 🏃‍♀️💨💨

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto dolores #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #dogs and doors #dogs and doors au

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mxsamwood · 1 year

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Timekeeper’s Revenge

It was the the start of the game of The Stanley Parable but before the Narrator could do his dialogue, everything went black for him.

Stanley waited for Narrator to start his dialogue as usual but The Narrator didn’t say anything. Stanley wondered about it for a bit, slightly worried for a moment but he wasn’t patient enough to wait for more than a minute or two. Stanley just go ahead and left his desk as he took the bucket with him.

As for Narrator… He was unconscious and was tied up. The Narrator begin waking up slowly as he moved his head slightly, looking around a little but once the Narrator fully opened his eyes and was finally conscious. He looked around, but there was nothing but an empty room. Or was it a void?

The Narrator couldn’t tell either way. The Narrator heard a few footsteps coming towards him as he looked around, trying to find where the footsteps are coming from. When he finally spot the person, Narrator squinted his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him.

As he properly saw the person, he immediately knew who it was, somehow. It was Employee 432. How did they survived? They were deleted by the Narrator. They shouldn’t come back. How was it possible? The Narrator’s mind had a lot of unanswered questions as he stared at Employee 432 who was still walking towards him, but was it really Employee 432?

Employee 432 doesn’t look… Human, as they used to be. They look more of a humanoid-like type than a human. Their appearance had black skin, like literally black, a white fade on their arms, an ancient-like clothes, their right eye had a pupil like clock as there is wires out of their eye socket. And their hair… Woah. Their long, fluffy white hair was like a cloud of pure silk, floating around their shoulders like the softest mist. It was as smooth as a satin sheet, and as clean as freshly fallen snow. (Or any Timekeeper design you want to imagine, along with Narrator)

“Well, well. Look who’s awake. Hello there, Narrator.” said Employee 432, or more likely, The Timekeeper as they looked at Narrator. The Narrator’s eyes widened as he couldn’t believe it was them. Narrator gulped quietly as he looked at Timekeeper in a shocked expression. He was speechless, astonished, confused… But mostly.. he felt angry.

Employee 432 definitely had changed a lot, but the Narrator didn’t expect them to somehow… Survive from getting deleted. Nobody in his years had done that before, not even 432.

“Well? Don’t you know how to greet an ol’ friend?” said Timekeeper in an unsettling, glitchy tone of voice as they had a disturbing smile across their face. The Narrator felt unease as he looked around for anything to get out. Nothing. He was just in a void with no escape whatsoever as he was with Timekeeper.

The Narrator gulped quietly once again as he finally begin to speak up with a slight fear in his voice. “What are you doing, 432? I thought you were gone! I dele-“

“That you deleted me? HAH! You thought. After you tried deleting me, I managed to get out of the process of my existence getting deleted. Thanks to you, I lost an eye as well both of my arms until it got regenerated back. Somehow.” The Timekeeper spoke in an indignant tone as they looked down at Narrator with an unnerving expression.

The Narrator frowned, wanting to burst out yelling at them, but kept his calm demeanor as he stared directly into Timekeeper’s eyes, staring at the wires from their right eye as well the clock pupil that was ticking. (Again, just imagine how you want Timekeeper to look like)

“What? Cat got your tongue?” The Timekeeper chuckled lightly as a grin appeared across their face, feeling a bit pleased that they were able to scare the Narrator due to the expression he was making on his face. The grin on Timekeeper’s face fade away, like literally faded.

The Timekeeper leaned in towards Narrator slightly, bending their body, as they quickly grabbed Narrator’s face from under his chin, gripping his cheeks harshly every few seconds while The Narrator tried pulling his head away but he struggled.

The Timekeeper looked directly into Narrator’s eyes with unsettling eyes as it widened every few seconds or so, making The Narrator feel uncomfortable and agitated by the situation that he was in. Timekeeper let go of Narrator’s face, continued to stared down at him.

The Narrator panted slightly and then begin to slowly build up his confidence to speak as he looked at Timekeeper with an upsetting expression on his face and started to speak in a slight trembled voice. “Put me back to my narrating place, 432. I need to go back to Stanley before he gets worried! I’ve been gone for nearly an hour! And he needs m-“

The Timekeeper scoffed at Narrator as they harshly grabbed his face, interrupting Narrator before he could finish his sentences, and Timekeeper begin speaking in a stern voice. “You really thought you can go back there after causing me with an unexplainable amount of pain and damaged, that YOU had done to me? Do you even have ANY idea how long you have made me feel this way? To be trapped in this void for years without anybody to talk to or to be listened to and having no sign of getting out whatsoever.”

The Narrator paused for a moment as he begin to speak up. “You were being disrespectful and disobedient those past few years. Beside, you figured out what I had been doing to you and your coworkers. I had to get rid of you once you found out about it, 432.” said The Narrator as he replied in a stern voice, looking at Timekeeper with a slight proud look on his face.

The Timekeeper groaned in frustration as they harshly pushed Narrator’s face and made him fell down onto the ground, a grunt coming out of him once his body hit the ground.

Both of them were silent now as Timekeeper’s hand was rubbing their nose between their eyes with a frustrated expression on their face. They thought for a moment as they looked back at Narrator, who was still laying on the ground.

The Timekeeper walked towards Narrator and then bent down, looking down at Narrator with a serious look on their face as they begin to speak with a slight content tone in his voice. “… Ya know… Stanley wouldn’t worried about you. He has that stupid bucket of yours to cling on after all.” The Timekeeper has a slight sly smile across their face as they continued looking at Narrator.

The Narrator’s eyes widened slightly as he was baffled with what Timekeeper had just said. The Narrator begin to speak up with an annoyed, yet a slight worried tone in his voice as he looked at Timekeeper with an infuriated expression on his face.

“You listen here, you disobedient brat. If you think you can gaslight me, that won’t work. I, the Narrator, won’t believe a thing by every words you say.” The Narrator spoke proudly, despite feeling slightly anxious when Timekeeper mentioned about the bucket but managed to keep calm as he grinned at Timekeeper.

The Timekeeper burst out laughing, their laughter was so unexpected and unnerving to hear as they looked at Narrator, wiping a small golden tear from one of their eye as if they just heard the most funniest joke that had ever been made.

Timekeeper grinned widely as they put up an innocent look on their face and said “Oh, really now? Well then, I guess you wouldn’t mind seeing the truth.” The Narrator raised an eyebrow as he looked at Timekeeper with a confused look on his face.

The Timekeeper then raised their hand, a hologram screen appeared as it shown Stanley being happy around bucket. The Narrator’s eyes widened as he kept looking at the hologram screen and was dumbfounded by this information being true.

Stanley looks like he was having fun as he played throughout the endings with the bucket without having Narrator doing any narration with what Stanley is doing. Narrator’s lips quivered as he gulped quietly, did Stanley really not notice that the Narrator had been gone this whole time? Did he even know about it? As he… Really forgotten about The Narrator? Just by being with the bucket?

“Tell me, Narrator… Do you still think he misses you?” said Timekeeper as they had a widened, spine-chilling smile on their face. The Narrator still just couldn’t believe it after he saw Stanley with the bucket.

“Awe, are you that upset that he didn’t bother knowing where you are or what you’re doing now?” said Timekeeper as they let out a light chuckled and then slowly leaned in, bending their body to match with Narrator’s height slightly, as they begin to speak again. “Well, all I can say is that… You deserve it.” said Timekeeper as they stared into Narrator’s widened eyes.

The Timekeeper kept their posture straight again, their hands still behind their back, as they turned around and walked away. The Narrator noticed as he yelled “Hey! Where are you going?! You can’t leave me here!”

Timekeeper paused as they turned their head slightly, their eyes looking at Narrator from behind. Timekeeper didn’t smile nor laugh anymore as they turned their head, looking back in front, and say “Yes I can and I will.” Timekeeper then began walking away as they didn’t give another thought while Narrator just laid there, feeling dumbstruck as he tried getting out of the strings that were tied up around him.

The Narrator tried everything he could, not even his Adventure-Line™-like tail could get him out free from the strings.

It’s been hours, perhaps a day now since Narrator has been trapped here. Even if Narrator didn’t need any food, he still need to be productive and this is not what being productive is to him. He was already standing up a few hours ago after laying down for an hour or 2. He just kept walking around the void, being tied up, and not having any single clue how to get out.

It’s probably been days already now as Narrator thought for a moment on how to get out of the void but none came in mind as he tried everything. Even the damn strings were still tied around Narrator. The Narrator wasn’t sure why he wasn’t able to shape-shift anymore to the point he’s struggling way too much. Was it the strings that was stopping him to change any kind of forms? Or was it this void? His questions were left unanswered.

It’s been weeks. Or has it been months? The Narrator wondered as he was still tied up and trapped in the void… Where is Stanley? Or how was Stanley? He can’t help but admit that he missed him. He wanted to know how he is. He wanted to see Stanley. The Narrator felt lonely. He felt so lost and empty.. he feels like he’s going to lose his mind if this keeps up.

How many days, weeks, months has it been? Did a year passed already? How long has The Narrator been here? Please reset already. Please. RESET THE GAME.

RE̷̟͈̙̲͎͎̗̐͆̿̾̔͐͋̈́S̶̺̤̟̈́̄̓͑͊̓̄͂͘͘Ë̵̦͓́T̷̛̩̭̅̿͒͗͋̂͋̂ THE FUČ̵̠̤͍̻̝̣͝K̵̛̛͓͓̗͎̀͌͐̀̈̂̄I̶̡͓͓͇̥̝̤͖̐̈́͜ͅN̴̛͔̦̩͉̰̗̗̾͛̈́̍͛̌̑̓̿G̶̡̨̺̪̦̟̜͙̀̈̍́̂̎͝ G̶̨̘̩̮̥̹̣̈́̍͊̈́̈͝A̶̡̩̱͇̜̠̱͚̿̿̈́͊̽̌̍͘͠ͅͅM̷̬̱̞̤̫̻̏E̵̮͕͖͒̊̽͐͝—̷̛͔͂̆̆

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THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEV-

#the stanley parable #tspud #tsp #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #tsp 432 #tsp timekeeper #stannarrator #writing #angst #queer writers #writers on tumblr #silly #my sillies

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sacredsorceress · 3 years

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Green || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: three times bucky realized you were more than a friend and the one time he finally admitted it (based on events from tfatws)

a/n: finishing this in time for the season finale tomorrow! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of reader wearing a short dress, jealous bucky

masterlist || request || taglist

“Nice of you guys to call me.”

Your hands in your jacket pockets, you announced your presence as you strolled up to the group of four men standing outside of the police station. You could basically feel the tension in the air as each man had a resolute expression written on all over their faces.

“What’s going on here?” You asked, slipping your hands out of your pockets and gesturing towards the group.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.

You might have been nicer about the situation if you weren’t utterly pissed that the two men hadn’t informed you about the mission that they had gone on.

“Incase you forgot, Sam, you’re not the only one who’s had to pick up where someone else left off. It’s my job to keep track of you guys.” You said. “... Also I’m Bucky’s emergency contact.”

“Well,” The blonde man leaning against the police cruiser said. “You’re a little late. I handled it.”

Looking up at the man in front of you, you gave him no inclination of defeat.

“You must be John Walker.” You said.

“So you’ve heard of me?” He smirked.

You crossed your arms, stepping away from the man who you had seen on television playing the role of Captain America. You had heard about the decision moments before the government had first displayed the impersonator on screen, but it had been too late for you to do anything about it or to inform Sam or Bucky in time for his appearance.

“I’ve heard of everyone.” You deadpanned.

“Yeah?” He asked, standing up straighter. “And who are you?”

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you felt Bucky’s hand land on your shoulder. Turning to glance at him, you watched as he shook his head, giving you a serious look. Despite the fact that you were now tasked with keeping track of the former members of the group of Avengers and were one yourself, you had been able to keep your identity a secret. Although to the world you were “Sorceress”- the Avenger with magical powers similar to those of Wanda Maximoff- to members of the team such as Bucky you were Y/n Y/l/n.

He didn’t trust John Walker and he didn’t want to bring you into their own mess. Although Bucky had been avoiding Sam’s text messages, Bucky had kept in constant touch with you since you first met him after he had come back from the Blip six months ago- even going as far as spending time together multiple times a week in person- not because you had to keep track of him, but because the two of you genuinely enjoyed spending time together.

You were the closest thing he had to normalcy and he didn’t want the knockoff version of his best friend messing it up not only for himself, but for you too.

However, you didn’t see much of a way out of it. You weren’t going to just leave Bucky and Sam to handle the situation on their own, but you also didn’t see a way that you could work alongside them and not have John and Lemar figure out your identity sooner or later.

Gently taking Bucky’s hand off of your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before dropping it, you reached out your hand to John Walker.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You told him. “Sorceress... and I guess the current caretaker of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.”

Later, after the group had dispersed and you followed Sam and Bucky as they walked in the opposite direction, you were surprised when you heard Bucky’s tone of voice when he finally spoke up again.

“You shouldn’t have given him your name, Y/n.” He said.

You shrugged, hands tucked into your pockets once again. “It’s fine, Buck.” You assured him. “There wasn’t much else I could do. He was going to find out eventually-”

“Don’t act so casual about it. This is your identity- your life- and you’re just going to share it with some asshole like John Walker?”

“Woah!” You exclaimed, stopping in your spot. “What’s your problem, Buck? Why do you care so much?”

Noticing how both you and Sam were staring at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to comprehend why he was making such a “big deal” about it, Bucky grew embarrassed, not understanding himself why he cared so much. Rather than admitting defeat however, Bucky threw up his hands, scoffing.

“Forget it, Y/n. I don’t care. Do what you want.”

And with that he picked up the pace, walking in the opposite direction of where you and Sam stood confused in your spots.

“I couldn’t have worn something- I don’t know- a bit longer?” You called to the three men ahead of you, following them into the club as you tugged on the hem of your short dress.

“This a club in Madripoor, Y/n.” You heard Zemo say. “If you wore anything else you would be giving us away.”

Groaning you steadied yourself in your heels following behind Zemo and Sam. You slowed your pace to walk besides Bucky who had insisted on being at the back of the line behind you- telling everyone that it would be safer for everyone if he kept their backs covered.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as quietly as you could in the loud club.

“What?” He asked.

“How are you feeling? With the while Winter Soldier thing? If you don’t think you can handle it we can find another way-”

“It’s fine, Y/n.” He said. “Don’t worry about me.”

Instead of letting it go, you gently placed your hand on his exposed, vibranium arm, causing him to stop in his spot, looking at you.

“Bucky, I’m serious.” You said. “You matter too. If you can’t handle it, I’ll find a way to get the information without all of this, okay? I care about you, Buck. Just say the word.”

He almost couldn't focus on the words coming out of your mouth as he tried to keep his eyes focused on your face, rather than trailing down your body, finally noticing just how short the dress that was adorning your body was. As good as you looked in green, he swore he would kill Zemo once he got what he needed from him for dressing you in that.

As gorgeous as you were, however, your words meant everything to him and he hung on to every single one- no matter what you were saying. Hearing the sentiment that you had for him and that you would stick your neck out for him of all people made him speechless.

Just as he was about to open his mouth however, the two of you began to feel the eyes of other partygoers staring the two of you down. As soon as you noticed, you quickly snatched your hand away from his arm and continued your pace in front of him, Bucky quickly following behind.

“Distracted?” Zemo asked as Bucky stopped beside him at the bar.

Rather than answering, Bucky remained silent, falling into character with the thought of your shared interaction still playing over and over in his mind.

Coughing on his hands and knees, trying to process what had just happened, all Bucky could hear was the obnoxious sound of the alarm blaring. When he opened his eyes again he saw the shipping container now consumed with flames and illuminated with a daunting red light. Recalling what had just occurred, he scrambled to his feet, calling out for you.

“Y/n?” He called. “Y/n!”

When he didn't immediately hear your voice, he began to feel his heart race in his chest. What if something happened to you? What if you were too close to the explosion? He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something had happened to you. Just as he was beginning to start hyperventilating, the smoke catching in his chest causing him to double over and heave, he felt your hands wrap around either of his biceps.

“Buck?” You asked. “I’m- I’m so sorry. It happened so fast I couldn’t get a forcefield around everyone. Thank God you’re okay. I was so afraid something happened-”

Cutting you off, Bucky shook your hands off of his arms, instead pulling you into his arms. Although you and the super soldier had spent more quality time than you could count together prior to starting this mission, you had never hugged before, but being in his arms you couldn’t find a single complaint, instead silently wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, running your hands up and down his back.

“Hey it’s okay, Buck. I’m okay.” You said. “Let’s go, okay? Before this thing collapses on us.”

After that the two of you had followed Sam and Sharon into the area of shipping containers, taking out hitman by hitman along the way, when you had finally gotten through all of them, you watched as Zemo pulled up in a car besides the four of you.

“Nice ride.” You said as Bucky slipped into the front seat of the vehicle, yourself sliding into one of the seats in the back row.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Zemo replied, patting Bucky on the chest. “She’s a woman of taste.”

Bucky swore to himself for the second time within the past 12 hours that when given the chance he was going to kill the man beside him- with or without his therapist’s approval.

“You’re not going to move your seat up are you?” Sam asked.

“Nope.” Bucky said.

“That’s fine.” Sam conceded. “I guess I’ll just chill back here with Y/n.”

You laughed as Sam laid his arm against headrest of the backseats of the car.

“I’m fine with that.” You said. “Just me and my favorite person.”

Now Bucky knew that you were kidding, only teasing him to get a rise out of him, but glancing at the backseat and seeing Sam’s arm practically around your shoulders and you calling him your favorite person... just didn’t sit right with Bucky. Just as Zemo’s foot was about to hit the gas, Bucky shifted the car into park, swinging the door open and stepping out of the vehicle.

“What-”

“You can have the front.” Bucky said, swinging Sam’s door open.

“It’s really okay, Buck-”

“You said you wanted more space so you can have the front.” He said. “Go sit in the front.”

You watched as Sam turned to you, quirking his eyebrows before shrugging and stepping out of the car, switching to the passenger seat. You almost wanted to laugh as you watched Bucky squeeze into the backseat behind the passenger seat, his knees practically up against his chest.

“You good?” You asked.

Despite the groan that had involuntarily escaped his mouth from the discomfort of the front seat digging into his knees, Bucky nodded, stretching his arm out across the backseat, behind your shoulders.

“I’m great.” He assured you. “Now drive, Zemo.”

Although you didn’t catch it, the two men sitting in the front seat- despite their differences- couldn’t help but throw each other a knowing look before the car took off for their next destination.

“Hey!” Torres called. “I see you got your sleeve back!”

You chuckled as you turned to glance at the man stood beside you. Despite it being a joke, not a single hint of a smile cracked the man’s hard exterior. The only reason he didn’t walk out of the room on the spot was because you were standing beside him.

“He’s just in a bad mood today.” You said, reaching your hand out to shake Torres’. “I’m Y/n.”

Taking your hand and shaking it in his, he furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you doing hanging around these guys?” He asked. “...Not that you can’t handle yourself! Sam just won’t even invite me on these things.”

Pulling your hand away from his, you smiled. “Think you can keep a secret?”

As soon as you asked the question you watched as the confusion written all over his face grew even more and you could hear Sam chuckling in the background.

“I’m Sorceress.” You said. “Like the Avenger? I just try to keep my identity pretty secret, you know?”

As soon as you revealed your identity to him, you watched as the man’s face dropped and he turned to look at Sam who was standing behind him.

“Wait- she’s-” Torres stuttered.

Sam nodded, laughing.

“Yep.” Sam said. “She’s the one you’ve been hounding me about setting you up with.”

Although you weren’t paying attention to him, Bucky had already disliked how the conversation was going- finding Torres to be a little too friendly for his liking and not loving that you exposed your identity to him immediately- but when he heard Sam’s confession, he stiffened in his spot, hands balling into fists at his side.

“What? Dude!” Torres exclaimed, glancing back and forth between you and Sam before finally turning back to you, chuckling nervously. “He's just kidding! I would never have a crush on you- wait! That came out wrong! Not that you’re not pretty because you are- I just think you’re cool-”

You continued laughing as the man stumbling over his words in front of you, finding it endearing until you heard the super soldier scoff beside you. You glanced at him only to see him cross his arms while rolling his eyes before making his way out of the room.

Turning back to Torres you gave him a quick smile, pulling a card out of your pocket. “I have to go, but it was nice to meet you Torres. If these boys get in trouble again, make sure to call me first thing, okay?”

He took the card from your hand, nodding. “Uh yeah- yeah! Of course!”

With that you waved to both him and Sam before following the path Bucky had taken out of the room seconds before.

Seeing his figure pacing across the room, you threw your arms up in the air.

“What’s your problem?” You asked.

Stopping in his spot he turned to face you.

“What?” He said. “I don’t have a problem.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing your arms.

“Uh yeah. You do.” You said. “Did I do something to piss you off or something? Are you mad at me for coming on the mission? Because I’m sorry if I wanted to help save the world and make sure you guys didn’t get killed in the process.”

Bucky just stopped and stared at you standing across from him with your arms crossed. He hated to admit it, but you look pissed at him. It hurt knowing that you were upset with him, but it hurt a little more knowing that you felt as though he was mad at you when in actuality that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Y/n.” He said, stepping closer to you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Then why did you just storm out of the room?” You asked.

He couldn’t think of a reason besides the truth. He could lie and say that he was mad at you, but that wouldn’t solve the situation for anyone and could possibly strain your relationship farther- and that was the last thing he could possibly want.

The two of you stood there in silence, staring at one another as Bucky attempted to find the words in his head to ease your concern without exposing himself in the process.

But you were never one to back down with him.

“Bucky,” You said. “What’s the problem? What did I do? Why are you so angry-”

“Because I don’t like the way that guy was talking to you!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

“What?” You asked. “What are you talking about?”

Bucky realized he was in it now. He couldn’t see a way out of it.

For the past week, Bucky couldn’t help but notice that he cared for you a bit more than friends should. Maybe he always did. He thought back to the times he would eagerly await your weekly lunches or the comfort he felt when you took him furniture shopping after seeing his empty apartment for the first time. He thought back to the times you would show up outside of his door when he was upset because you were the only person he trusted there with him in those intimate moments- he knew that you were more than just his colleague, but he realized now that you were more than his friend.

Recently it became more obvious, the burning in his chest he felt when others became a little too comfortable with you- he attempted to mask it with just wanting to protect you, but he knew you could handle yourself. He was protective over you so he wouldn’t lose you.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, he cupped your face in his hands. He watched as your eyes widened, but didn’t make any move to stop him. When he caught your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips, he pulled you towards him, meeting your lips in the middle.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t kissed anyone in eighty years, but he had never felt the way he had in that moment before. He was so utterly consumed in you- the feeling of your hands reaching for his jacket, tugging him closer as you deepened the kiss, your soft lips against his, your warm breath against his face- he was lost in it.

When you finally pulled away, he didn’t want to let go, but leaned back anyway, staring at his world- you- that he now held in his hands.

“Buck...”

“I think I like you more than a friend.” He confessed.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at his words. You had always cared for Bucky as more than just your former fellow Avenger, but knowing that he felt the same as you was something you could hardly believe.

“I think I do too.” You laughed, then recalled what you had come in there for in the first place. “James, were you... were you jealous?”

Thinking back over the past week the two of you had spent together on the mission, he could almost laugh at the question you had just asked.

“You’re joking, right?” He chuckled. “Yeah. You could say I was a little bit jealous.”

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rek1s-headband · 4 years

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Break up prank on the sk8 boys

➯ Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Cherry, Joe, Miya and Shadow x gn reader

➯ Warnings: none, just some angst to fluff. Enjoy!

Reki:

He thought it was a joke at first

Like you, he watched his fair share of videos, and had seen the trend going around already

But you weren’t discouraged, you were going to try and make him believe it no matter what

He laughed it off the first time, but after you simply gave him a puzzled look and a “huh?”, he felt his heart pick up significantly. Maybe you weren’t joking??

Instantly he was running back in his mind where he could’ve possibly gone wrong, where he could’ve messed up so badly that you felt the need to leave?

After his nervous laugh died down, he went deadly silent

“You’re serious?”

You were starting to feel awful, like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but you decided to persist

When you nodded your head slowly, you could’ve died when you saw how quickly his face dropped

Even though he had a small smile on his face, you could see the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. He was running a shaky hand through his hair, and when you were ready to take him into your arms, to tell him you were only kidding, he wouldn’t let you get a word in edgeways

A flood of questions was suddenly leaving his moth, all his unvoiced questions coming out in one go. He was holding your hand now in an almost death grip, asking you why you were unhappy, why you wanted to leave

Why he wasn’t good enough for you

That’s all you needed before you were pulling him into your arms, sobbing yourself. This shut him up, he was completely speechless as your tears pooled on his shoulder, telling him you were so sorry, that you were only joking. You just wanted to see him get a little panicky, you never expected the outcome to look like this

As soon as the words left your mouth you saw his shoulders visibly drop, pulling you impossibly closer as he let the last of his tears out. He chuckled shakily, running a hand up your back.

“I thought I lost you for a second there”

That was when you pulled your head out of his shoulder, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling him closer to you. Eyes wide, he simply watched as you declared he could never lose you, that you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck to him like glue, whether he likes it or not

He gave you one last relieved smile, before he was pulling you close again for a desperate kiss. He kissed you like it was the last time he ever would, because now that he’d thought he lost you, he was never going to take anything about you for granted again

Langa:

Was fully convinced you were serious right off the bat

Right as the words “I think we should break up” were leaving your lips, his brain was doing overtime trying to figure put how he hadn’t realised how unhappy you were. Sure, he was kind of bad at reading emotions, but surely he wasn’t so terrible he couldn’t figure out how his own s/o was feeling?

Was he really as bad at communication as people told him he was?

You instantly regretted your decision as you watched his mouth hang open, saw his eyes scrunch slightly as he wrung his hands quietly at his sides

He nodded, and you couldn’t seem to swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes locked on the small tear rolling down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away with a small smile

“If thats what will make you happy”

You couldn’t seem to collect your thoughts as you watched him step closer to you, dropping his head to your level as he grabbed your hand. It was soft, as if he didn’t want to hurt you any more than he thought he had. He stumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones to say. Eventually he just took a deep breath, and looked into your eyes

“Were you really that unhappy?” Your heart broke when you heard the crack in his voice towards the end. “How did I not notice how sad you were?” Tears were falling down his face again and he didn’t even bother wiping them away this time. Suddenly you were shooting forward, grabbing his shoulders as you began to cry

“You’ve never made me unhappy Langa, not once.” You saw his wide eyes stare at you, not even attempting to reply as he watched you continue. “It was a joke, Langa. I wanted to see how you’d react, I didn’t think you’d take it this seriously. Did you really think you made me unhappy? Ive never been happier than when I’m with you-“ you barely got to finish before he was wrapping you in his arms, his grip vicelike. His face was digging into your shoulder, clinging to you as if you’d disappear any second.

His breath was ragged and shaky as he pulled you even closer, making sure there was absolutely no room for you to escape. You ran your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down as he slowly emerged from your shoulder

With a small chuckle, he rubbed the side of your face with his hand, letting his head drop slightly as he let out a sigh of relief

“I really thought I was ignoring my own s/o’s feelings.” You laughed, pulling him into another hug

“If I’m ever upset, I’ll let you know. Just know it wont be for quite a while” you grinned, grabbing his collar to pull him into a kiss. It was sweet, and gentle, and you felt all your previous problems melt away as Langa pulled you closer, smiling into the kiss

Cherry:

You and Kaoru rarely fought, and when you did it was over minor things that were reconciled within a day. So when you were sitting him down, asking if he’d be okay with breaking up, the only thing he could feel was complete confusion.

What happened? You’d always been so happy, never expressing much discontent. And besides, whenever you did it was resolved as soon as possible. What was so different today?

What was making you so unhappy that you felt the relationship was beyond saving?

Or worse, what outside your relationship was making you happier than him?

He kept these thoughts to himself, coughing quietly to try and open up his throat that seemed to be impossibly tight at that moment. He held your hand, stroking it softly and nodding before looking up at you

“Why the sudden change of heart, hm?”

The small smile on Kaoru’s face that was slowly diminishing by the second made you want to melt into the ground. Even when you were asking him to leave, he was still so caring, still so loving. You could only watch, feeling your heart break as he looked at you, his eyes glassy as he quickly plastered the fakest smile you’ve ever seen onto his face

“Well, if you’re unhappy when you’re with me, surely we shouldn’t be together.” He let out a small, breathy laugh that was almost missed by you, if you hadn’t been watching him with such avid horror. “I dont know why you feel you aren’t happy anymore, sweetheart, but I’m glad you realised what you want.” You watched him stand without a word, as you slowly realised that this is real.

He thinks this is real

That was all you needed before you were leaping off the couch, practically turning it over with the force you’d pushed off it. You were shouting his name, grabbing him by the arm and absolutely dragging him to face you. With the sudden turn and shock, you both ended up on the floor as you began to babble, words pouring out of your mouth and tears streaming from your eyes

“Kaoru, of course I’m not unhappy, you always know just how to make me happy, I could never leave you!” You were jumping on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sat up, a hand on your back and the other pulling your hair back from your face, trying to find any trace of a lie on your face

“Are you serous? It was all...” he was speechless. He didn’t realise you would even pull something like that, much less go so far with it

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you sobbed. “I never meant for it to go this far. I just wanted to see you get a little worked up, pull a funny prank, nothing else, i prom-“ you were cut off when Kaoru pushed his lips onto yours, breath shaky as he ran his hand through your hair, as if you were going to disappear any second and he was making sure you were still there

When you finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a small laugh

“Don’t ever pull that shit again”

Joe:

When you first brought it up with him, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Surely you weren’t serious, right?

He kept a smile quirked on his lips, a questioning look in his eyes. Still, you kept a face of steel, as if challenging him to ask if you were joking

As worried as he was, he wasn’t sure you were being serious. Something about it wasn’t..genuine? You looked too straight-faced, your expression staying neutral the whole time as if to not give something away. He was certain he hadn’t done enough to make you this delighted about breaking up, so why were you so unaffected?

The cogs were turning in his brain, all arrows pointing towards one of two directions: either he was a massive dick, or it was a prank

Oh. A prank

Of course, he wasn’t certain, but it would certainly explain quite a bit

So he decided on a plan. It wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do, but if it was a prank, it was a nice way for him to get you back for the little skit you pulled. And if it wasn’t a prank, well, maybe it’ll take the sting away a little

His mouth quickly dropped to a frown, ready to put his plan into action. “Oh yeah? Well, thats a bit of a relief.” He had to try hard to hide his grin when he saw your eyebrows furrow, saw the frown begin to spread across your face. So maybe it was a prank. You could only watch as he continued his speech

“You see, I’ve been thinking about ending things for a while now. There was a girl at S I met a few weeks back, and man, you should’ve seen the eyes she’s been giving me. Anyways, I’ve taken a real liking to her, and Ive been thinking about giving things with her a shot. Of course, now it shouldn’t be a bother, right?”

When he saw your face contort from confusion to anger, he knew he’d fucked up severely. Suddenly you were getting up close to his face, prank forgotten, poking him in the chest as you began to shout

“Are you serious!? After all we’ve been through together, you’re just gonna leave me for some bitch you met a few weeks ago??” You were fuming at this point, while Joe watched you with with a look of mock confusion

“What’s your problem? You were the one who wanted to “break up”, right?” Something about the way he said ‘break up’ made you freeze, looking up at him as you watched a grin begin to form on Joe’s face. That bastard

“You...you asshole!” You were lost for words. He knew this whole time? And instead of enlightening you, he decided to play along? You watched with a blank expression as Joe laughed, pulling you into a hug

“I knew it” he let out a loud laugh, but it almost seemed forced. You pulled away, and when you tried to look at him his eyes seemed to be everywhere but you. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you

“You didn’t think id actually want to break up, did you?” When he simply frowned, pulling his eyes away again you cooed, pulling him into your chest as you stroked his hair, feeling his arms slowly wrap around your waist and hold you close

It’s safe to say the two of you stayed like that for quite a while

Shadow:

When you asked him to break up as a joke, you simply wanted to see if you could piss him off. Hiromi was prone to getting mad at the smallest things, cursing up a storm when he did something as small as mess up his makeup

So when you saw his face break, felt him shrink in on himself as he asked you why, what had he done that made you want to leave, your face was frozen with shock

Now this was completely new. Of course, you knew Hiromi wasn’t just some big angry man, but you didn’t think he’d get this worked up

Brows furrowed, he brought a hand to his forehead as he let out a long breath

“What happened?” Those two words held so much emotion it almost made you break. You didn’t realise how much this would affect him, just how upset it would make him. But here he was, an emotional wreck as he wiped an almost-tear away from the edge of his eye

But soon after, he was stepping close to you, grabbing your hand and looking at you with all the sincerity in the world

“Please, give me another chance. I dont know what I did, but I do know we can fix it. I know we can, please y/n. I cant lose you”

His heartfelt speech was all you needed for the tears to slowly fall from your eyes, Hiromi looking at you with a look of concern, and confusion. You were stepping into his arms, crying silently as he hesitantly put his arms around you, not quite sure what to do. So was that a yes?

You picked your head off his shoulder, not moving from his arms

“Oh, Hiromi” he looked down at you, concern washing over his face once more. “It was only a prank, I’m so sorry.”

Now he wasn’t just upset, but relieved. A bit of anger was in there somewhere, but that could be overlooked for now. He let out a loud laugh, hugging you so tightly you could’ve sworn you felt at least 3 of your ribs break

“And what made you think that was a funny thing to do?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, not letting you out of his death grip. You simply shrugged, burying yourself deeper into his chest. He smiled, his knees practically buckling after the whole ordeal

He held you at arms length, a frown on his face. You felt a twinge of panic, maybe he wouldn’t forgive you?

This thought was quickly forgotten when he barked out a loud laugh. He dropped his face to your level, putting his hands on your shoulders

“Pull something like that again, and I swear you’ll give me a heart attack”

Miya:

Miya has never been one for properly expressing his emotions, so when you walked up to him one day and asked him to break up, he simply frowned. He didn’t let it on, but his world was very quickly caving in around him

Keeping a neutral expression, he sighed and nodded his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak right now

When you gave him a confused look from his lack of a verbal response, he really had to try to not walk out of that room there and then. You break up with him, and then expect him to just take it and walk away with a smile??

When you continued to look at him expectantly, he just let out a breath, turning away from you. “Fine. Whatever. If thats really what you want then so be it” he was kicking himself for being so blunt, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t think, his lungs felt too small, too cramped

And now you were going to leave just like everyone else had

You tried to put your hand on his shoulder, calling his name quietly. He simply shrugged you off, dipping his head so you wouldn’t see the tears that were quickly collecting in his eyes. You’d just dumped him, the last thing he needed was you seeing him cry. You didn’t give up, asking him why he wouldn’t just look at you. Still not facing you, he attempted to talk again

“What more is there to discuss? You want to leave, so go. I’m not going to stop you if its what you want.” The crack in his voice at the end of his sentence broke your heart, and you were quickly turning him around, with more force this time, so he was forced to look you in the eyes

“Do you really think I’d leave that easily? It was a prank, you dumbass.” His head was buzzing with thoughts, why the hell would you do that? So you dont actually want to leave? You’re still gonna stay with him? You-

His thoughts were interrupted by you flicking his forehead. His hands flew to his head, letting out a cry. First you pretend to dump him, and now you have the audacity to flick him?

However, it did serve its purpose of pulling him out of his thoughts, and you were quickly pulling him into a hug while you stroked his hair. Before long you felt your shoulder grow wet with tears, the occasional sniffle leaving him. You laughed, holding him close as you tilted his chin to look at you

“I’m not going anywhere, as much as you might like me to. You’re stuck with me for a while longer, Miya Chinen.” He looked away from you, clicking his teeth

“Shut up..” he was mumbling, but there was so mistaking how hard he was gripping your clothes, as if you might try to leave again. But like you said, you weren’t going anywhere for quite some time

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literaryobsession · 3 years

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light || ayato kamisato x reader

summary: you become ayato's assistant

warning: none

chapters: i , iii

ii - flame

It was safe to say you have gained your place beside the Yashiro Commissioner.

Both Ayato and Ayaka respected how you worked. No detail goes unnoticed, no query unanswered, and no paper unsigned.

It was indeed a busier time for them and Ayato was glad to have you sorting out everything before he goes out to deal with it. You have been that way since day one and Ayato adored you for it.

One thing you were not prepared for, however, is the fact that Lord Ayato disappears frequently. No one mentioned it and it took you a few hours when you met to find out. You had to ask Thoma and somehow manage to drag Lady Ayaka into the situation.

You found him dueling with your resident oni, Arataki Itto.

"Ah, my dear assistant!"

"Yo Y/N! Good to see you in this- Hey! Hang on! What're those beans for, huh?"

"The Lord Ayato has business to finish, Itto!"

"And we have a score- ACHOO - to settle!"

This was the start of your little cat and mouse chase. Lord Ayato seemed to like keeping you on your toes, alert at a moment's notice. He would disappear so suddenly that it continues to fluster you, because Archons, the amount of work he has left would pile up again! Until you realized this was simply his way of coping with the stress.

You never saw it like that before, you thought he was simply being defiant, an adult that never got to be a child. But apparently, it was simply Ayato Kamisato's way of resting. You thought the well-planned out breaks you put in his schedule would suffice but it was not the appropriate solution to Ayato's disappearing tendencies.

So you and Ayato came to an agreement.

He may go, but he needs to write a note to tell you exactly where he was going. This is just in case an emergency meeting pops up and you need to come and get him, but otherwise, you let him come back on your own.

Ayato started leaving less and less.

"I hope I am not intruding in your work, brother." Ayaka dropped by for tea again. You happily canceled whatever was planned for that time and let the siblings have their much-needed break.

Ayato shook his head, quietly glancing at you who was preparing tea. His sister saw him, his wistful eyes following your every move as though it hypnotized him. Ayaka smiled at that, she has never seen her brother look so peaceful.

She continued observing her brother when you came over and poured tea for them. "I will bring desserts from the kitchen. Is there any particular request you'd like to make, Lady Ayaka?"

Ayaka shook her head and you left, she wondered if you brought her brother's heart along with you.

"They seem to be doing pretty well, brother." Ayaka commented, "How are you two getting along?" She saw the change in her brother's expression, wistful to fond. She knew she made the right choice, it was just very good to know that her brother seem to think so too.

"They are a wonder." Ayato finally spoke. He knew he didn't need to pretend in front of his sister. "It has been a while since I found peace in the estate. For the longest time, I have sought outside of our walls to find even just a little bit of tranquility but... perhaps, with the right person, any place can feel perfect."

It didn't surprise Ayaka to know that her brother confessed to you, leaving you utterly speechless. The maids have been talking about it for a while, even Thoma noticed how absolutely taken the Lord Ayato is with his assistant. It simply took a matter of months to have him completely smitten by you.

Everyone turned a blind eye to this. Albeit it was unprofessional for someone of his stature to fall in love with an employee, Lord Ayato seems to be performing his duties so well under your care. The guards were more relaxed, knowing that Lord Ayato is safe in the estate, and the affairs were all in order, under your strict supervision.

Anything that happens between you and the Yashiro Commissioner, they all decided, is for the best.

"My love?"

You heard him call you. Normally you would respond to him but not in the middle of the hallway, not when you're discussing with the maids about the impending clean-up that will be done in Ayato's office.

Instead of responding, you turned red and saw the maids giggling.

"Lord Ayato?" You finally acknowledged him. "Is there anything wrong?"

Ayato chuckled, realizing his mistake, but it was so fun to see you try and keep a professional front with other people as he flustered you. Instead of stopping, he took your hand and kissed your knuckles as he always does behind closed doors. "I could not bear the thought of being away from you."

You felt your heart hammering inside your ribcage, you knew he was doing it on purpose so why was it still making you feel this way?

"Lord Ayato-"

"We'll start cleaning when you give us the cue, Y/N. We'll leave, Lord Ayato."

He gave them a smile before giving you a playful wink.

"You did that on purpose, Ayato." You hit him with your folder and he started laughing. You turned your heel and headed for his office, where he gleefully followed close behind. “We will be out tomorrow to see the shogun about the plan to travel to the other nat-,” From behind, Ayato wrapped his arms around you and burrowed his face on the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent. “Tired?”

“I cannot complain. You work even harder than I do.” Your lover whispered, his breath giving you goosebumps. “Let me just hold you for a while, my love. I shall need all the help I can get to continue.”

Ayato Kamisato had no choice but to take over the role his parents left him. The Kamisato clan was too influential, too important that even though running was a clear option for him, he could never leave his post. He knew of his responsibilities from birth and was prepared for almost all of his life for this undertaking, it would be a shame if he doesn’t bring justice to being a Yashiro Commissioner.

He was tired and only you can get a glimpse of this. Ayato often exudes the aura of taking things into a stride, as though everything came easy for him but that is hardly the case. Underneath his mischief and his smile is a man who wonders if there are things he could’ve done better. He was his own judge and Ayato can be pretty hard on himself, often dismissing his difficulty because he knew other people has it worse.

But you...

“Ayato,” You leaned unto him, “Just because my work seems to be a lot more than yours does not invalidate your own effort. You work very hard, especially now that you want to make Inazuma more attractive to the other nations. You are doing a terrific job. I know you’re tired, let yourself be tired.”

You constantly reassured him, telling him it was completely fine that he get tired and that it was okay for him to say so. You embraced him, the tired man that he was, and he completely felt at home in your presence.

He used to feel like he was in the dark, alone in his sadness, but you offered him companionship and with it, the flame in his heart started burning bright once again.

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Ketchup And Tabasco Chaos

Inspiration From This Gorgeous Fanart Made By murdermuffinloki:

⚠️Warning: Minor Language⚠️

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"Pass the ketchup."

President Loki frowned deeply, glancing at Sylvie who was stirring the pot of...whatever it was they were making for dinner. President Loki hadn't been paying too much attention when Sylvie suggested they cook for Loki who was still upstairs asleep in their room.

Somehow, Loki had got some Midgardian illness and only Sylvie's assurances that Loki was going to be fine that stopped him from destroying the entire Midgardian population.

"Can I get a please?" President Loki said pleasantly, taking joy in the way Sylvie glared at him. It was no secret to any of them that President Loki desired to cause trouble at any given moment.

"I'll stick this spoon up your ass if you don't give me the ketchup in the next ten seconds," she told him, President Loki scowling at her copy of the pleasant smile he had given her a moment ago.

They both knew she would do it too.

President Loki snatched up the ketchup from the countertop with an aggravated sigh. But then a devious smirk spread across his, glancing at Sylvie who was looking back at the pot, hand held out for the ketchup. "Are you sure you want the ketchup?"

Sylvie clicked her tongue. "Yes, I'm sure. Now give it to me."

President Loki's smirk widened. "Well, if you insist..."

He popped the cap off and just as Sylvie turned to look at him with a frown on her face, he squeezed the bottle, ketchup sauce spraying everywhere. The cabinets, the floor and all over Sylvie's blond hair was covered in a coating of ketchup sauce who gasped, an outraged look taking over her face.

President Loki only smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Oops."

"That's it!" Sylvie hissed, grabbing the nearest ingredient which happened to be spicy tabasco sauce and President Loki's eyes went wide as he got a face full of Tabasco sauce.

He shouted as some got into his eye that felt like it was suddenly on fire and squeezed it shut, resisting the urge to rub it. That would only make it worse, he knew.

Sylvie grinned savagely. "I hope it never stops burning, you stuck up bastard!"

President Loki growled low in his throat but Sylvie didn't back down like Loki would have. She was very stubborn like that. "You have until the count of five to run."

Sylvie stepped closer, right up in President Loki's personal space. Despite her short height, she was still rather intimidating when she wanted to be, so much so that President Loki had to resist the urge to step back.

"Or else what?" She hissed out, deadly quiet.

President Loki glared but Sylvie glared right back and they were both sure a real fight was about to break out any second when a voice cut through the heavy silence.

"What in Asgard is going on in here?!"

President Loki and Sylvie turned their heads towards the sound of the voice in unison just as Loki walked around the corner and froze, staring wide eyed and speechless at the mess of the kitchen. He looked tired though and guilt rushed through both President Loki and Sylvie as they wondered if they'd woken Loki up from all their yelling.

"Well, um..." President Loki bit his lip, glancing at Sylvie.

Sylvie looked at President Loki, having no clue what to say. "We just, uh..."

Loki sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, giving them both disapproving looks. "Can you two please not use ketchup and tabasco as murder weapons?!"

"We just wanted to make dinner for you," Sylvie and President Loki stated at the same time, making them glance at each other again.

Loki's expression softened a little. "I appreciate the thought but it would be great if you two could stop trying to murder one another every minute."

That was fair. The pair did quite literally try to kill each other every other day.

"Well, he/she started it!" Sylvie and President Loki protested at the same, pointing at each other.

"Well, I'm finishing it!" Loki snapped before coughing hard, putting a hand over his mouth. He clearly still wasn't well enough to be up which only added onto the pair's guilt. "I'm going back to bed. Clean this mess up and when you're ready to be civil, come join me. I require cuddles and comfort but I will not deal with you two's banter."

With that, Loki turned and left the kitchen, leaving the pair to stare at the spot he had been standing.

"This is all your fault," Sylvie grumbled, waving her hand and vanishing the mess from all the surfaces of the kitchen and herself though she left President Loki to deal with his own mess himself.

"All you needed to do was say please," President Loki muttered. He was going to need a shower since he knew not how to vanish messes like Sylvie and Loki did.

"And that warrants you spraying ketchup all over me?" Sylvie gritted out.

"Don't act like a saint. You're just as bad, dousing me in tabasco sauce!" President Loki muttered.

Sylvie looked like she was going to strangle him any second now before she sighed, all the fight draining out of her body. "Why do we always have to fight?"

President Loki thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "We're different from one another. We're bound to clash. Though I suppose we could try harder to get along. I'd rather this relationship to not be ruined."

Sylvie nodded, leaning against President Loki who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "Try harder. I can do that."

President Loki hummed softly, pressing a kiss to her now clean hair. "Let's not leave our god waiting. You know how fussy he gets when we leave him alone for long."

Sylvie had no arguments there.

Once they'd finished making up what President Loki found out to be pasta apparently, they headed up to their room (Sylvie had forgiven President Loki enough to clean the tabasco sauce off him thankfully).

They quietly slipped into the room and smiled at the sight of Loki under a large amount of blankets, very obviously curled up in a ball.

He blinked his eyes open when he heard them come in and narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously. "You two had better be done fighting."

"We've agreed to try harder to get along more often than not" President Loki promised as he sat on the bed and helped Loki sit up who whined and protested but brightened when he saw the bowls of pasta balanced in Sylvie's hands.

"Good. I'm glad," Loki muttered, taking the bowl Sylvie handed him eagerly. "Thank you for the dinner."

Sylvie kissed his cheek. "Just get better for us, okay?"

Loki nodded, putting a forkful of pasta into his mouth and closed his eyes as he hummed in pleasure.

President Loki and Sylvie smiled at each other from either side of Loki who leaned into President Loki's side.

Get along. They could do that.

No problem.

...

@murdermuffinloki Those two are going to give Loki a migraine, smh 😂

@girl-with-many-fandoms Hope you like Sylki (I know lots of people don't ship it so I'm like ???) with some President Loki thrown into the mix XD

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queenshelby · 3 years

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My Friend’s Father (Part Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 2,947

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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Cillian’s POV

Shortly after Denise got home from her rather miserable date with Jeremy, Cillian went to bed. It was only 9 o’clock but he thought that he would spend some time finishing reading the book he had started to read two nights ago.

The problem was that, even when he tried hard to focus on the content of the book, he couldn’t.

His mind was overrun with guilt about what had happened between you all so suddenly and unexpectedly and he still wasn’t so sure why he had given into you so easily. It was almost like he had lost all of his self-control in that moment.

This kind of behaviour was unusual for him. Usually, he would have been more sensible than this. After all, he was 45 and never had a one-night stand in his entire life.

Would you share this with anyone?

Probably not, he thought. He had known you for a while and you weren’t the type of woman who was actively seeking attention. You were always somewhat nerdy and a bit of loner. For years, he had known you to be sensible and he always liked that you were looking out for his daughter Denise. You were more mature than her and were always somewhat shy and reserved.

With this in mind, he was even more surprised by your actions. You seducing him the way you did seemed out of character for you which made him nervous.

Did you have feelings for him?

He certainly hoped that you didn’t. For him, this was nothing but sex and he would hate to give you the feeling that it was something more. He didn’t want to hurt you.

He should never have given into you. He knew that it was wrong and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he acted so selfishly because, in his mind, this was exactly what it was. An act of selfishness.

You were young and clearly inexperienced which made this whole thing even worse. It was obvious to Cillian that you hadn’t been with many men before and he felt as though he took advantage of you even despite the fact that you were the one who made a move on him. He should have stopped you.

The fact that he is seeing someone else in Manchester didn’t help either and, whilst it wasn’t anything serious or exclusive, it felt wrong to him to be intimate with you which, in his own mind, brought him to another dilemma all together.

Why didn’t he use protection when he slept with you?

He knew that he could have simply walked into his son’s bedroom and find what he needed. But he didn’t. Instead, he was so consumed by lust that he forgot all about the need to be play it safe. Of course, he always reminded his adult children about the importance of protection and yet, he failed to adhere to his own rules.

Whilst he knew that you didn’t have many sexual partners and any risk associated with contracting STDs was somewhat low, he worried that you weren’t on birth control.

Why on earth didn’t he at least ask you about it? Was it too late to ask you now? Why did you make him pull out?

WHAT THE FUCK HAD HE DONE???

He panicked and he knew he had to talk to you in order to ease his mind.

YOUR POV

After you listened to Denise about her date gone wrong and what an asshole Jeremy actually was, you also made your way to bed. You felt terrible for her but knew that she would meet someone else who would make her happy and treat her well.

But her date with Jeremy wasn’t the only thing you felt terrible about. Even more so, you felt terrible about sleeping with her father which you knew was wrong and yet, you tried to justify it in your head.

Why did you act so selfishly and gave into your sexual needs?

This was something you had never done before. You were rather careful when it came to getting yourself involved with guys.

You had taken a liking in your friend’s father several years ago when you were 19. But then, it was just a silly crush you thought.

When you heard about his divorce however, you began to fantasise about him in your sleep and this was simply a fantasy you had finally acted upon.

This, however, didn’t change the fact that he was your friend’s father.

Would she mind if she knew?

Maybe she wouldn’t. She might just think that you are disgusting for sleeping with her dad but, in the end of the day, you are two consenting adults.

Why couldn’t you stop even when you realised that what you were doing was wrong?

When you made the first move it was almost like you were in a trance. You were overwhelmed. You wanted every bit of it but you never experienced sex quite like this. It was intense and he certainly knew what he was doing.

Whilst Cillian was much older than you, you were extremely attracted to him. Everything about him was perfect in your mind and he felt incredible when he was inside you.

You wanted so much more and thought that, perhaps, if it was just sex, it wasn’t wrong after all.

Together Again

Just as those thoughts raced through your mind, you heard a quite knock on the door.

Thinking that it was Denise, you didn’t bother to cover up as you were sitting on the guest bed in black cotton panties and a tight cotton singlet.

To your surprise, however, it wasn’t Denise who walked into the guestroom when you called out ‘come in’. It was Cillian.

His chin dropped as soon as he saw you. For some reason, he took a liking in your rather simple but yet revealing outfit, your messy hair and your black framed reading glasses.

‘Hey’ you simply said shyly as he was standing there speechless.

‘Hey’ he responded, swallowing harshly before telling you that he needed to talk to you.

‘Sure’ you said, putting the magazine down which you were reading along with your reading glasses. Then, you scooted over on the bed and indicated to him to sit down next to you.

His scent was intoxicating. He was freshly showered and his hair was still wet but you could still smell a hint of his aftershave on him.

‘So, what do you want to talk about?’ you asked without bothering to cover up your naked skin and you could see Cillian’s mind working overtime while the tension was building.

‘About what happened between us’ he then stammered while he observed your eyes wandering towards where they shouldn’t. But, you couldn’t help it and, when you noticed that he was reacting to your presence, you bit your lips seductively.

‘What happened between us was just sex. It’s not a big deal. People have sex all the time and you can trust me Cillian. It will remain our little secret’ you said in a seductive voice while moving your hand over Cillian’s upper thigh, through the hairs on his exposed skin and then all the way towards the rim of his boxers.

‘Y/N’ he barely managed to stammer, swallowing harshly.

‘Yes Cillian?’ you then smirked, noticing the effect you were having on him and moving your hand farther up his legs and beneath his boxers where you began to stroke his cock.

‘You are so hard’ you then whispered as you received no response from him other than a groan and, just as you did, Cillian took hold of you and pushed you beneath him in one swift movement.

Without words, Cillian’s warm lips met yours in a passionate kiss. The kiss was more urgent than before and you loved the way he asserted his dominance as his tongue circled around yours.

He felt such desire for you that he thought he would explode and, whilst he was normally quite vocal, every word he tried to say and every question he was going to ask you, were caught in his throat.

Wrapping your arms round him you ran your hands up and down his firm back as your mouths ground together. Sucking on each other's lips and plunging your tongues into each other’s mouth.

You couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be kissed in such an experienced, almost sophisticated way and Cillian was marvelling at how someone so young could have learned to kiss so well.

Within split seconds and in between heated kisses, Cillian’s t-shirt and your singlet landed on the floor.

It wasn’t long until Cillian’s mouth left yours and began to wander over your firm breasts and then all the way down to your stomach which is where they came to a halt.

He interlocked his fingers with your panties and pulled them down, letting them join the other clothes on the floor before his head gracefully disappeared in between your legs.

‘It goes without saying, but you need to be quiet’ Cillian chuckled and you barely managed to nod before you covered your own mouth with the palm of your hand as Cillian dipped his tongue straight into your wetness.

‘Oh god yes’ you whimpered quietly as the rasping roughness of his tongue slid along your velvety wetness and sent enormous tremors through you.

You had little experience of either, receiving or, giving oral sex. In your world of mainly inexperienced boys, it was hardly on the agenda as they were generally too keen to get their rocks off to worry overly about your pleasure. In any case in the usually rushed episodes in the back of cars or downstairs with parents in bed there was hardly the time let alone the opportunity for languid pussy licking or sensual cock sucking. In the world of the forty-five year-old man lying between your opened legs, however, it very much was on the agenda and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did.

You moaned loudly as you were holding Cillian’s head in both hands as he licked the length of your pussy. He did it slowly with just the right amount of pressure making sure that the tip of his tongue fully anointed both lips and licked just inside them on that especially sensitive area.

When you moaned a little too loudly again, he reminded you to be quiet just before he sucked and kissed you again, covering every inch of the outside of your pussy before pushing the straightened tip of his tongue inside and probing upwards licking the insides as he started to tongue fuck you.

‘This feels so fucking good’ you stammered, legs shaking and quivering while Cillian held you tightly and it wasn’t long until you reached an orgasm which sent convulsions through your body.

You moaned a little too loud again as your whole body tingled and felt tender to the touch and tears of pleasure and relief, with a tinge of guilt, poured down your cheeks.

‘That was amazing’ you eventually huffed out as you slowly came down from your high and Cillian kissed his way back up your body until his lips reached yours.

‘You taste so fucking good’ he then whispered into your ear after your lips drifted apart and, just as he did, you reached in between his legs and began stroking his cock which was still rock hard.

‘I want to feel you inside me again…please…just once more’ you begged and the sound of you begging alone made Cillian groan.

‘Fuck Y/N…I want you so much’ he whispered as he pulled down his boxers and his wiggling body urged your legs to open so that his cock lay between your thighs with the bulbous end of it pressed against your lips.

‘Then take me’ you groaned marvelling at the fact your friend's dad was about to fuck you.

With the tip of his cock just slightly parting the lips of your pussy and his arms round your body with his hands gripping your taught bum he muttered something you couldn’t understand. It was obvious to you that his mind was hardly able to accept what was happening. Nonetheless, he wanted it so badly and, with a shrug of his hips, he sank his cock deep into your gorgeously tight and wonderfully welcoming pussy.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian’ you groaned as your fingernails were digging into his back.

He pushed himself in as far as it would go, eliciting more groans from you which he had to quickly silence with his lips.

You felt light-headed and deliriously happy. You also felt very filled. Cillian was bigger than the other guys you had been with and you loved the feeling of being stretched. The folds of skin that guard your clit seemed to be open and that so sensitive place felt to be exposed, so as Cillian started moving slowly up and down it was as though his cock was rubbing on it. You had never felt anything like it before. Just as you had never felt like cumming when a man's cock had only been inside you for a few moments.

Somehow, however, you managed to delay your release just a little bit longer, enjoying as Cillian thrusted into you hard and deep until, eventually, the inevitable happened.

‘Let go, there is no need to hold back’ Cillian reassured you and, just as he did, you allowed your orgasm to wash over you.

‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you shouted out and he quickly covered your mouth with his hand as he continued to thrust into and watched you lose control.

Your legs were shaking once again as you gave in and, when you finally came down, Cillian pulled out of you.

Thinking that he was done and that he wanted you to proceed as before, you scooted up but, to your surprise, Cillian pulled you on top of him instead.

‘Your turn to take what you need Y/N’ Cillian whispered and you couldn’t help but shiver at his words. He wanted you on top and that was yet another first for you.

‘You can cum again’ he then said but you couldn’t help but shake your head.

‘I don’t think I can, but I am willing to try’ you smirked. He had already given you four orgasms that day which were four more orgasms than anyone else before him had given you.

‘I bet you can’ he then winked and you nodded shyly before taking his hard cock into your hand and lining it up with your entrance.

‘I will be sore tomorrow I think’ you whispered as, with a moan, you sank down on his hard cock.

‘Yes, you will be’ Cillian chuckled as, all of a sudden, he thrusted upwards and deep into your mound, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

Once again, he covered your mouth with his hand as you began to ride him.

‘You feel so fucking good, you know that?’ Cillian groaned as you began to move up and down on his hard shaft. He certainly had become vocal now and you loved it.

‘So tight around my cock’ he then groaned as he met your thrusts and he could hear you starting to whimper.

‘Oh god…yes, fuck my pussy’ you moaned quietly, holding his hand and keeping it near your mouth while sucking on his fingers.

‘Cum inside me Cillian. I want to feel it. Fill me with your cum’ you then demanded as you began to ride his cock harder and faster and, by this point, Cillian had lost all self-control.

The dirty talk, the tightness of your pussy and the way your lips played with his fingers was too much for him.

‘Cum with me Cillian’ you then moaned as you let go and so did he.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes…fuck’ you groaned as such amazing feelings flooded your body and you felt him push into you as far as he could go.

‘Fuck Y/N’ grunted as you both climaxed simultaneously and you soared to a height of pleasure you had never previously experienced when Cillian’s cock exploded sending streams of his cum into you.

‘Oh god that was amazing’ you eventually huffed out when you both stopped moving.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian grunted almost at the same time before his eyes shot open and he saw your satisfied smile.

Carefully, you climbed off him, releasing his cock from your tight pussy before you sat down on the bed next to him.

You spread your legs and, with curious eyes, you looked down on yourself and watched some of Cillian’s cum leak from your core.

‘That feels so fucking good…so warm and wet’ you observed as you collected some of his cum with your finger and brought it to your mouth while Cillian cocked an eyebrow, wondering what you were doing.

‘Uhm…?’ Cillian chuckled, watching you almost speechlessly but yet somewhat turned on.

‘I never had a guy cum inside me but this is so fucking sexy’ you observed with a laugh before reshuffling yourself and collapsing into his arms.

‘Yeah, about that…’ Cillian went on to say…

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yslkook · 3 years

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TiO (8)

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

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Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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