#((except this smug asshole who deserves to be pushed down the stairs))

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somebody beat this twink to death

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Lunacy Fringe (Chapter 18)

I know you guys have been waiting for this shit looool

One more chapter after this one.

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When he walked in Zoey was sat on the couch and she jumped up when she saw him. She rushed over, taking his bruised swollen hand on her own as she frowned. She blinked up at him and he couldn't look her in the eye, feeling like such a piece of shit. Like he’d proved the asshole right and now everyone was scared of him. No doubt thought he was a fucking woman beater.

“Ya know I’d never hurt ya right?” he asked brokenly, finally glancing at her through his hair. She gave him a little smile and nodded.

“I know. I have no doubt you’d never lay a hand on me. You always keep me safe. Like today,” she said softly, making him tilt his head curiously at her. She didn't seem upset with him at all. He had expected her to shout at him or give him that disappointed look that made him want to run off into the woods and never come home.

Instead, she led him over to the couch and shoved him to sit before she scurried off into the kitchen. She came back seconds later with a dish towel soaked in cold water. She sat next to him and started cleaning up his hand and he just looked at her confused.

“Ya not mad?” he asked sounding bewildered.

“Why would I be mad? He’s an asshole, I’m glad you decked him,” she said matter of factly. Daryl only got more confused and tilted his head at her. She looked at him and heaved a sigh as she tossed the cloth onto the coffee table.

“I'll admit you didn't need to keep hitting him. I thought you might cave his face in for a second. But he deserved it. Saying all that shit about you,” she frowned, her big blue eyes feeling like they were penetrating into his soul.

“So ya not… not scared of me or nothin’?” he asked hesitantly. Every mother fucker here seemed to be. Except for his family. They knew what he was like.

“No. I’m not. You didn’t scare me, if anything it was kind of…” she trailed off, looking down as her cheeks heated up and he squinted at her suspiciously.

“Kind of what?” he asked warily, watching as she turned her eyes back up to him.

“It was kind of hot okay? Having you just swoop in and punch him like that,” she mumbled, her cheeks getting redder by the second as his jaw almost hit the floor. She shook her head and went to stand up, clearly about to scurry off since she was embarrassed. But as she stood he grabbed her wrist and yanked on it lightly, causing her to sit in his lap straddling him.

“Kinda hot huh?” he smirked, loving how her cheeks were a pretty pink colour as she snorted and looked down.

“You're so smug it's making my eyes hurt,” she huffed playfully. He grinned at her, shaking his head. He fucking loved her. She always managed to make shit better and feel lighter. He also couldn't deny it was hot that she liked him defending her like that.

“Like me swoopin’ in, comin�� to ya rescue?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he kissed her neck softly. Her breathing picked up, a thrill running down her spine at his tone and how his hands greedily grabbed at her hips. Her eyes fluttered closed as she nodded, enjoying the attention he was lavishing her neck with.

“Like me bein’ all protective?” he drawled against her skin before nipping at her throat. She moaned, her head falling back and he watched her with rapt attention, loving watching her when she was like this.

She could feel him getting hard under her and without thought she found herself grinding against him, making him moan and nip at her neck again. The chemistry the pair had was always on fire. Like a spark igniting about to blow. He was nipping and sucking her neck, leaving marks. The attention Spencer had shown her was getting under his skin and he was staking his claim on her visibly so every fucker here would be reminded of him when they saw her.

“Asked ya a question sweetheart,” he said firmly, making her squeak as his hands gripped her ass under her dress.

“Yes,” she moaned softly, her cheeks heating up. She did find it sexy when he was protective of her. He groaned right next to her ear, arching up at her as his fingers dug into the flesh on her ass cheeks.

At first, when they started being sexual with one another, he had been hesitant and gentle, like he thought she was made of glass. She was glad he was at first, her mental state hadn't been great. But she was much better now, much like her older self and just like the older version of herself, she still liked the same things in bed. Daryl had started being more vocal, more dominant in the bedroom and she loved it. It wasn't scary for her, it wasn't dominant in a selfish way that he would force her to do things and just take what he wanted from her. It was dominant in a good way. Being a sexy bossy bastard but she knew he would also take care of her and look after her. She felt safe and cared for with him. She found herself wanting to obey him, to please him because despite how he would order her about sometimes in bed, she knew if she really didn't want to do something he wouldn't be upset in the least.

She fisted his hair and kissed him hungrily, catching him off guard for a brief moment. He kissed her back with just as much need, pulling her closer if it was even possible. Things were getting intense between them when a knock broke them apart at their door. She whined and Daryl growled in frustration, the pair still like they hoped the person would just go away. Another loud knock sounded and Zoey huffed as she stood up.

“Hurry up and make them go away,” she whined, making him smirk at her with how eager she was.

“I’ll try,” he snorted, making her squint at him. She stepped closer to him, a mischievous glint in her eye as she leant close to his ear. He shivered when her breath tickled him and her soft fingers traced the skin on his lower belly under his shirt.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, so you better try,” she smirked, knowing how her words would affect him. She was ready, she was done waiting and pussyfooting around. He had worked her up and she wanted him.

She took a step back trying to look all coy and innocent and he blinked at her. The look on his face was priceless. A mix between shock that she had uttered those words to him and a deep need for her as he glared at her with his hooded gaze. She saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed thickly, glancing to the door like he was considering not opening it at all. Another knock made him roll his eyes, it obvious that whoever it was wasn't about to go away.

“Best answer that, I’ll be waiting upstairs,” she grinned cheekily. He squinted at her as he watched her prance off upstairs and he trudged over to the door, swinging it open with a scowl.

“The fuck ya want?” he growled at Rick who stood there with a quirked brow. Daryl's hair was all over the place and Ricks's eyes looked over Daryl's shoulder like he expected to see Zoey, feeling like he interrupted something he shouldn't have. She was nowhere to be seen though.

“I just wanted to come by and apologise for being so harsh earlier. You know how stressed I’ve been lately. Especially with some people pushin’ back at me. But I shouldn't have spoke to you that way,” Rick sighed. It had been weighing heavy on his mind and he couldn't settle unless he knew he and Daryl were on good terms again.

“Yeah, s’fine. We both said shit we didn't mean. That all?” Daryl mumbled impatiently, glancing over to the stairs. Rick watched him carefully realising he had indeed interrupted something.

“I mean it, Daryl. I don’t like fightin’ with you, I need to know we’re good,” Rick pushed, making Daryl huff and shift on the spot.

“We’re good. That all?” he asked giving Rick a pointed look. Rick tilted his head a little, an amused smirk spreading across his face with how skittish Daryl was being.

“You sure seem in a rush to get back inside. You sure you're not still mad?” he asked. Daryl squinted, the look on Rick's face told him a different story to his words. Rick knew what he was doing and Daryl wanted to smack him upside the head.

“I ain’t mad...I just… Zo’s waitin’ on me so…” he admitted, hoping being blunt with him was enough to make the man fucking leave.

“Oh really? What you guys up to?” Rick smirked. Daryl felt the tips of his ears burning as he glared at him.

“Nothin’ since ya stood here makin’ me talk to ya,” he glowered. Rick snorted and shook his head. He couldn't help himself.

“I won’t keep you any longer. I just want you to know I do mean it though, I am sorry,” he said with a small smile. Daryl found himself relaxing a little as he looked at him.

“M’sorry too. We were both assholes, but let's just move past it. We’re good,” he said with a nod, making RIck smile wider at him and pat his arm. Daryl didn't actually realise just how tense he felt over fighting with Rick. He never liked fighting with the man but now he felt like a weight had been lifted that they were both okay.

“Ya gon’ leave or what?” Daryl snorted when Rick still didn't go. Rick grinned at him holding his hands up in surrender.

“You sure you don’t want me to join in? Might be fun,” he teased, making Daryl squint at him and flip him off.

“Should be ashamed of yaself. I’mma tell Michonne when I next see her,” Daryl snorted.

“Ah shit, don’t do that. I’d have the pointy end of her katana up my ass,” he laughed as he took a step backwards. Daryl grinned at him and shook his head as he watched him leave. He shut the door behind him feeling better now they sorted shit. Then he remembered his girl waiting upstairs and what they were finally going to do. They'd done a lot of shit together but they hadn't had sex yet. He had been waiting for her cue with that one and now she was very clear with what she wanted. He just hoped she hadn't changed her mind in the time that had passed with Rick at the door.

He toed his boots off and made his way upstairs. By the time he reached the bedroom, he had already taken his vest and shirt off. He walked in and she wasn't in the room. He frowned to himself as he tossed the clothes onto the floor near the bed. He jumped out of his fucking skin as something grabbed at his sides, an unmanly yelp leaving his lips as he whirled around. Zoey burst out laughing at the noise he made and he glared at her as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart.

“The fuck girl? Scared the shit outta me,” he huffed, a hand over his heart. She bit her lip to stifle her laughter as she tried to look contrite. She failed though, miserably and he squinted at her amused face.

“I couldn't help myself,” she grinned innocently at him. His eyes trailed her body realising suddenly how naked she was.

Her marks didn't bother him, he actually really didn't even notice them anymore when they were doing shit like this. All he could see was his beautiful completely fucking naked girl stood there batting her lashes at him all innocent-like. It made his dick ache and he walked towards her, making her smirk and step back until she hit the wall. It was like when he was drunk and he pinned her against the wall. She felt breathless as she looked at the predatory look he was giving her.

“Cheeky lil thing huh?” he smirked, making her cheeks flush as he mirrored his words from when he wanted her when he had been drinking. All she could do was blink up at him helpless and he pressed his body against hers, trapping her against the wall.

“Cat got ya tongue?” he purred as he leant down, ghosting her lips with his. She closed her eyes and whined at his teasing.

“You fight dirty,” she huffed, opening her eyes again as he moved away from her, leaving her body feeling cold.

“Damn right I do,” he smirked, his blue eyes not leaving hers as he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a condom.  

He took his pants and boxers off, leaving him as naked as she was, each getting a good eyeful of the other. He tossed his jeans in the pile with the rest of his clothes as he made his way over to the bed. He propped up some pillows against the wall and got on the bed, sat leaning against them as he put the rubber on. He looked at her, his ego growing noticing how she was outright ogling him like she was. It made him feel fucking good. He gestured with his head for her to come over and it sent a thrill right through him when she smiled to herself and obeyed.

She climbed into his lap and he was practically purring as he nuzzled her cheek affectionately. He was so fucking ready for this, to finally feel her around him. He was disappointed he had to use a fucking condom. He’d love to feel her fully but he knew they couldn't risk it. He moaned as she kissed him ferociously. It seemed more intense than usual, the pair more needy as they groped at each other and kissed each other breathless. His breathing hitched when she moved away, grabbing his dick and lining him up with her. The anticipation was killing him and his eyes never left her face. This was a big fucking deal. He knew it, she knew it. She hadn't had sex since the abuse she endured and this was step further than fooling around like they had been. They locked eyes as she sunk down onto his cock with a gasp, making him groan and squeezed his eyes shut.

Holy fuck she was tight. So fucking tight and hot and he felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. It had been forever since he’d had the pleasure of being buried inside of a woman and this was fucking everything. She clung to his broad shoulders, the pair unmoving as she adjusted. He was glad she had to be still for a moment because he would have gone off like a fucking horny teen and hated himself for the rest of his life. He opened his eyes, his heart swelling as she gave him a little smile before biting her lower lip. His hands were around her, stroking her back lovingly as he leaned up and kissed her tenderly. As much as he could fuck her into the mattress until she was screaming his name, this was their first time and he wanted it to be special. He knew it was special for him, no matter how much of a pussy that made him.

She kissed him back, the excitement blooming in her stomach and she rolled her hips testing the waters. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her and she moaned against his lips as he gasped, threading a hand into her long hair and fisting it. She felt fucking heavenly and he felt love drunk as he arched up at her, needing more friction. She took her cue as she started moving her hips more, the pair of them panting against the other's lips. It was intense despite the slow pace, the air around them like an electric current as it sparked around them. The hand splayed on her back held her close to him as he arched up, meeting her motions. He couldn't remember sex ever feeling this fucking good before. He felt like he was falling off the edge off a cliff.

Their moans filled the room as she moved faster, their pleasure ramping up a notch. Daryl could feel the tingling at the base of his spine starting, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Everything felt too intense, magnified even. He moved his hand between them, rubbing circles around her clit and relishing in the loud moan that left her lips. Hearing and seeing her in the throes of pleasure was always something he loved. She was a sight to behold like this. She rode him faster, grinding herself against his thumb and he groaned.

“Shit girl,” he moaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt his release rapidly approaching, no hope of stopping it from happening. She just felt too damn good.

He could feel her fluttering around his cock and he knew she was close too. He just really hoped he could get her to cum before he did so he didn't leave her hanging. He rubbed her clit a little faster and she gasped loudly. He watched her intently as her body shook, his dick being squeezed so hard she felt like she might push him out of her. Feeling her tighten around him as she came pushed him over the edge and he grunted, hiding his face in her neck as he bucked his hips to into her. He came hard, spilling himself into the rubber before his body went lax. They were both panting as she sagged against him and he stroked her back softly, kissing her shoulder.

She sat up looking at him and his heart ached in his chest. He wasn't sure if it was just him or if she felt the connection between them get even stronger. Like bonds forged in iron tying them to each other forever. Maybe he was just being a little bitch because he came? Who fucking knew? She smiled sweetly at him and his lips quirked up too, unable to help himself. They were still riding their high and no words were needed for the intensity of the moment, how their feelings seemed to grow. She leant down and captured his lips with her own. His hands came around her again, stroking her back as he kissed her. Slow and sensual as his tongue massaged hers. One more hurdle passed. His heart only growing as they passed it.

“I love ya,” he rasped against her lips when he needed to pull away for air. The radiant smile she gave him made him melt into a fucking puddle.

“I love you too,” she said with a grin, making him smile up at her adoringly. They needed to invent a whole new word for how he felt about her because love felt redundant. He didn't love her. The word didn't even come close.

She was his everything, and he wanted to be hers. He felt like their souls were so entwined, that they'd always been that way. That everything that led him to that moment, even all the pain and heartbreak he endured along the way, it was to lead him here to her. He found himself for the first time in his life feeling happy. He didn't feel bitter about his past, not when the reason for it all was Zoey. He would do it all again, go through every painful memory if it meant he would have her forever. She was worth all the pain in the world.

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Malec Week: Office AU

Hello! I’ve finally gotten this prompt done! Took me three/four times, but I got there eventually. Enjoy some Malec Office AU for Malec Week 2018!

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Alec walked through the front doors of the New York office at promptly five in the morning where the sun had barely begun its ascension over the various skyscrapers and condos to alert those who dare wake up at the ungodly hour that it was time to start moving. Alec was one of those few.

It was necessary in his current business. Pandemonium was run by a fierce, yet passionate, man who deserved nothing but absolute perfection. Alec, of course, never saw it this way at first. He had just been the one who ran and got coffee for everyone and somehow made it to being the personal assistant of the number one himself; Magnus Bane. Intimidating, watchful, and keen would be the perfect words to describe him – along with asshole, The Warlock, and the workroom’s personal favorite, Satan himself. Alec would never report those back to Mr. Bane in fear of him making the majority of his business disappear, and his ego expanding to the size of Jupiter.

Alec prided himself on perfection and doing his absolute best to ensure the wellness of the entire team. His earliness meant an early start and, possibly, an early finish to a hard day’s work. He made the reports based on the previous day’s sales and marketing, as well as all interactions on their mobile site, and placed them on the desks of everyone in the social media management department. Then, he replaced the paper stock in the copy room; prepared all the strictly black making coffee machines in the break room; sent emails to the guys in IT – because something was always broken; and called people halfway across the world to tell them that Magnus Bane did not want to be caught dead in their clothing.

Mr. Bane – Alec always made the correction – was hardly ever on site. He found it more “productive”, as he once told a temp that dared to stare at him in awe, to be inspired on location, surrounded by culture and, again, “dozens of men and women for strictly professional arrangements.” Peru was one of his favorite destinations to travel to, and was currently residing for inspiration – “and a tan.”

There was an occasion that Mag – Mr. Bane – would stay at the office for a prolonged period of time, and it could be summed up into two little, frightening words: Fashion Week. The office was always turned upside down in the months prior to the event. People were running around, forgetting things, and possibly ruining their careers by acting so foolishly. Alec was the ones with the reigns, barking orders and demanding order amongst the chaos. There were another two weeks until that time of fire and brimstone, and Alec was prepared to handle it as he always did – with an iron fist.

Six eventually came around, after Alec drank a whole pot of coffee for himself, and his fellow coworkers started to flood in and go to their assigned desks and departments. John Underhill was always one of the first few to arrive. He, like Alec, would rather be half an hour early rather than half an hour late. He also managed to help Alec when he was in a particularly tight knot. He greeted him with a wave when he came in.

“Late night, Alec?” John commented, as he passed through to his desk closest to the main office.

There was a downside to working so much. Sleep, as much as it was a necessity, did not come easy the closer Pandemonium got to its “hot spots”, as Alec liked to call them. Fashion Week, commissions, holiday seasons were all hell, and it took a toll on all of them – especially Alec. “More like an early morning.”

A few others started straggling in: Emma Carstairs and Julian Blackthorn from marketing; Mark Blackthorn from Human Resources; Maia Roberts from social media; a few others from the work room downstairs that Alec hardly had any affairs with, and last – and certainly the least – Raj.

Alec never made it a habit to learn the man’s last name. He believed that he would be fired within the first few weeks of him working the floor after the whole incident with the copy machine during the Christmas season. He didn’t see what Mr. Bane saw in him, but perhaps it was meant as a challenge to see if Alec could tame the untamable.

“Morning, Lightworm,” Raj greeted, then disappeared like he always did when he insulted him. Alec took it as a sign that he was afraid that he could do even worse than Mr. Bane ever could.

Pandemonium was finally bustling with chatter, the sound of cheap coffee, and the mix of typing keys and numbers into their computers. Alec settled himself behind his own desk, placed beside Mr. Bane’s for the sake of convenience, and started making his usual calls to clients and partners.

“Pandemonium, Mr. Bane’s office, please hold. Pandemonium, Mr. Bane’s office, please hold,” Alec repeated. When he clicked on the third line, the voice was familiar.

“Check your computer.”

Alec sighed. “John, you can’t call me on this line. I have a separate line especially for –”

“Check the damn chat, Alec.”

“Fine.” Alec hung up with a sharp click. He twisted his seat around towards his double monitored computer and spurred the thing to life. A little blue box popped up immediately on the screen along with a red dot displaying an array of messages left unread. He opened it, clicking on the chat room that some of the other employees had created and renamed accordingly.

The_Twenty-Fourth_Floor_of_HELL Chatroom [LIVE]

RAJJ: Morning losers

Emma_C: How did you get into this chat, Raj?

Emma_C: Sleep with IT again?

RAJJ: For your information Carstairs I don’t need to sleep with someone to have my way

Emma_C: Yeah, you just annoy the shit out of them

RAJJ has been removed from the chat.

Alec rolled his eyes. He scrolled down past the various attempts of kicking Raj out of the chat, and still he managed to find his way back in, until he got to the section that made his heart stop.

MarkB: Is something going on today?

JulesB1: No… Why?

Emma_C: What’s going on?

MarkB: There are people shuffling around every

MarkB: Shit

MarkB: CODE RED

R_ Maia: Heads up! Bane is here.

Underhill_J: He’s not supposed to be here for another week.

Emma_C: The Warlock is passing by

JulesB1: Why is he here?

thebestmanraj: Oh? Did pretty boy not tell you?

thebestmanraj: Bane dropped out of a business meeting after a scandal in Peru.

thebestmanraj: whoops

Thebestmanraj has been removed from the chat.

Alec lunged from his seat. He pushed past various interns and nobodies who were in his way, beelining it towards Underhill’s desk. He turned the corner and the man was already standing coffee and magazines in hand – both were Mr. Bane’s favorite’s and must-haves whenever he was in the office.

“You,” Alec said, grabbing them from the man, “are a lifesaver. I owe you one.”

“You owe me many. Now, move!”

Alec didn’t need to be told twice. He spun on his heel, sprinting back for his boss’ desk in hopes of beating him there. The room, thankfully, was empty. Alec fanned the most recent fashion magazines down on the corner of his desk, coffee in hand. He made sure, then double and triple checked to make sure the entire office was in perfect condition before moving to the front doors to greet Mr. Bane – Alec slams right into him. Crashing the coffee all over his seven hundred dollar shirt and jacket.

The workroom froze. Printers stopped working; fingers stopped moving; everyone stopped breathing in fear of their imminent death. Alec could only hear the hard thud of his heart beating away in his chest as if it could run away from this situation. Running, however, would make the situation much, much worse. And Raj was already looking far too smug from his corner of the room.

“Alexander.” It was never good when Mr. Bane used his full name. “Do watch where you’re going next time.”

Next time. Alec loosed a relieved breath. There was going to be a next time.

“Get me another coffee, Angela from downstairs – and everyone get back to work.”

A snap of his fingers, and the workroom resumed like a song put on pause. Everyone ignored the enormous elephant in the room – all except Raj who was clearly gossiping with a cute temp passing by – and Alec moved towards Underhill for the coffee, then in search of “Angela from downstairs.”

Alec escorted her all the way up two flights of stairs, claiming the elevator was “broken”. She smoothed out her skirt before entering, staying just beyond the field of reach outside of Mr. Bane’s desk. “You asked for me, sir.”

Magnus’ brilliantly sharp eyes found Alec’s. Alec ignored the fact that he was wearing a completely new outfit. “Close the door – and stay,” he added. “I’ll need a witness.”

A string of curses wafted through Alec’s head, and all of them threatened to leave his lips. He closed the door, staying in the corner of the room.

“Miss,” Magnus drawled.

It took a moment for the woman to reply with a light, “Woods.”

“Miss Woods. You’re fired.”

Alec’s heart jerked. Mr. Bane was nothing if not straightforward.

“But – But, why?” Ms. Woods blubbered, making her cheeks turn pink with unspilled tears.

Mr. Bane stood to his full, domineering height. His fingers, adorned carefully with different rings of shapes and sizes, danced over the front pages of the magazines splayed out for his choosing. Alec recognized one of them, the thin, twisted silver band on his pinkie, but was caught by an image hidden in the bottom of the magazine pile. Magnus picked the issue out, flipped it open to a precise page on the first try, and turned it around for Ms. Woods to see.

“Magnus Bane is seen managing his time in the comfort of others rather than in the solidarity of his own business. It would seem he cares more for his own success, an unnamed source claims,” Magnus continued, “If he spends this much time away, how will Pandemonium survive? Photos supplied by an anonymous source.”

Alec gulped. There could only be one thing –

“Your boyfriend is Axel Mortmain, correct?” Magnus kept pushing the subject, drawing it out and making the poor woman sweat in the very hole she had dug.

“Yes, but –”

“And he works with Trendy Magazine, correct?”

“Yes,” she ground out. “But –”

Mr. Bane held up a single finger, silencing her as he took the argument home. “Did you, or did you not, supply him with these claims and photos of my personal life?”

“You’re hardly around!” She exclaimed, and Alec knew she had nailed and sealed her own coffin shut. “I was venting to my boyfriend after a long day of sitting behind a desk – Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?”

Magnus was chuckling. It wasn’t the same one that made his eyes crinkle at the edges, or bend over to regain his breath. It was deep, dark and a sinister sound that Mr. Bane only used to prove a point.

He flipped to the next page, and amidst the various photos clearly taken from afar, he pointed a slim finger to the passage near the bottom. “Can you explain this to me?”

Alec had to bend forward to see what it was. The words were printed in a much larger font than the rest, bringing all attention to its phrase.

He’s just as bad as his father.

“Is this from sitting behind a desk? Did you bang your knee on one of the drawers and think, Magnus Bane is just as bad as his father?” Ms. Woods stayed perfectly still. Her hands poised tight against her sides. “That’s what I thought.”

Magnus slowly turned and took his seat behind his desk. Ms. Woods had been tossed out of his peripheral, as far as conversations went. He ignored her fuming in the middle of his office.

Alec moved to get the door. It was clear to anyone that they were done, ties cut and bridges burned, but Ms. Woods would not stand down.

“You can’t fire me,” she sputtered. Alec made a move towards her wrist, and she swung, missing his cheek by an inch.

Mr. Bane straightened once again. “And why can’t I?”

“I’ve been working her for years! I’ve put my heart and soul into this place and to throw it all away would be –”

“Alexander has been working here for twice – three times as long as you have or ever will. You are a speck of dust in comparison. Why would I keep dirt around?” With that, Ms. Woods was done. Magnus turned to his computer. “You have an hour to get out of the building, and if not, security will be happy to remove you.”

Alec opened the doors for good this time. He walked her as far as the elevator to ensure that she didn’t stir anything else up on the workroom floor. He hit the little button, a green arrow springing to life, and the doors split open.

Ms. Woods’ hand shot out just before they could close. “I wasn’t wrong.”

Alec sighed. “Ms. Woods, please leave.”

“You’ll see. He’s just like his father, and you know it.”

Asmodeus Bane was Magnus’ father, true. He used to own a large, entrepreneurial company in Indonesia, then Los Angeles and New York that had turned sour with reports of embezzlement, poor working conditions and pay, and unsportsmanlike conduct of business transactions, which were also true. He had almost roped in Magnus to work with him, but he declined, cut all ties with his father, and made his own life, career, name. Magnus Bane was most definitely not like his father – he was much better.

“All I know is that you have wasted five minutes of your hour to leave. You better get moving.”

Ms. Woods removed her hand, allowing the doors to almost close before saying, “He doesn’t deserve you.”

The doors clicked close, leaving Alec standing there with her last words rolling right off his shoulders. He had heard them many times in the time he had been working at Pandemonium. He accepted this job without so much as a single idea of what fashion really was, or how to dress properly around other people. He doesn’t deserve you, had been a motto, a fact that Alec was determined to break down and change into, He deserves you.

Alec made his way back to the main floor, which was busy but carefully listening for aftershocks of the afternoon. “Get back to work,” he barked, and all eyes turned away. Underhill approached, saddling up to him and handing him another coffee. Alec never knew how he could get it so fast. “Thanks.”

Alec went back to Magnus’ office with the new coffee in hand, but he had a feeling that it wasn’t the solution to their problem. Magnus was still seated at his desk, computer abandoned, a single hand running through his hair without end and turning his neat hair flip into wrecked strands. Alec said nothing and sat the coffee next to him.

Magnus muttered a weak, “Thank you,” in exchange. He didn’t reach for it.

Alec felt the need to say, “You are not your father,” but the words wouldn’t do the justice that Magnus deserved now. He needed a distraction. “What happened in Peru,” he asked instead.

Magnus scoffed. His hands stopped and rested on the edge of the desk. He uninterestedly played with the corner of one of the magazines.

Play with me, Alec’s eyes practically begged. Tease me. Do something. Magnus was notoriously messing with Alec’s head, sending him on bogus errands and calling random numbers. It was his way of breaking him into the job and showing Alec how he worked.

Finally, Magnus cracked, a small pull of his lip upwards into a smirk as he recalled his excursion. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would,” Alec countered.

“Don’t you read the papers?”

“I’m more of a hearing-it-from-the-source kind of guy.”

A wider smirk, and a pause. “There was a lot of alcohol involved.”

“Naturally.” Alec silenced with a ringed finger pointed at him though it held no seriousness. Not as it had been with Ms. Woods.

“Let’s say I am no longer welcome in the country.”

“Magnus,” Alec breathlessly chuckled. Of all the people who would be able to be kicked out of a country, and banned, Magnus would be one of them.

A familiar spark returned to Magnus’ eyes, gratefully. His fingers played with a bead on his necklace, rolling them back and forth as he scanned Alec’s figure. “Shouldn’t it be Mr. Bane?”

“Shouldn’t I be Mr. Lightwood?” Alec countered.

Magnus fingers stilled, and a natural coy smile crept to his face. There it is, Alec thought. “Touché. Careful, I may fire you for being too cocky.”

“I’ve been told it’s one of my finer qualities.” By you.

The man leaned back, a hand creeping up the side of his neck and towards the golden ear cuff he was adamant on wearing at all times. “Indeed.”

Alec’s gaze flickered to the cuff which Magnus was playing with. He smiled, then nodded to the door. “Come on.”

“Why?”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Magnus rose an eyebrow. “Fine. Overflow. You need to get out of the office.”

Overflow was a whole floor dedicated to displaced outfits and unused cuts of past seasons’ clothing. It was the one place where prior year’s runway duds go to die. It also happened to be one of Magnus’ favorite places to drag Alec – it had been one of those ridiculous errands and favors – to try on horrendous outfits.

“You don’t need to do that, Alexander. I’m fine.”

“I know you are.” Alec meant it. “You are early, however. We expected you in two weeks and nothing is prepared.”

Magnus, posing in protest, stood and made his way around to his assistant. “Nothing?”

“Nothing?” Alec mocked. “I have not worked here this long to be unprepared. Everything’s ready, but I think having a little fun takes precedence.”

“Fun? Who are you?”

“The best assistant ever –” Magnus made a face. “Really? Because I was thinking of trying on that piece from Jeremy Scott. You know, the one with the leather –”

“Let’s go,” Magnus snapped, grabbing Alec’s wrist and pulling him out of the office and towards the elevator, Alec laughing the entire way. He made sure to tell Underhill that Mr. Bane was not taking any more calls, and to watch over his station until he returned. When Underhill asked for how long, and Magnus tugged impatiently on his arm, Alec managed a quick later before being dragged away.

 Underhill closed Mr. Bane’s office, then settled at the desk mirrored from Alec’s. He logged into his server, then the chatroom.

The_Twenty-Fourth_Floor_of_HELL Chatroom [LIVE]

therajster: Lightwood’s dead. He has to be.

Emma_C: About time.

Emma_C: You owe me 20, Jules.

JulesB1: Nope. You owe me.

JulesB1: You said Monday AFTERNOON. It’s clearly still the AM.

therajster: what’s going on?

MarkB: Nothing.

Emma_C: Really?

Underhill_J: He’s a goner.

R_Maia: I knew it

therajster: that’s what i said

therajster: He’s def getting fired.

therajster: Hello?

therajster: I can see you’re still here.

Emma_C: Are you blind or just stupid?

therajster: Excuse you?

Underhill_J I can’t.

Underhill_J has left the chat.

Emma_C has left the chat.

therajster: What’s going on?

32 others have left the chat.

therajster: What just happened?

therajster: Hello?

 “Are you serious?” Alec laughed at the screen on Magnus’ phone. The chatroom was exploding with comments from everyone, especially Raj, all of which had something to do with the pair of them disappearing.

He settled on the couch in the back of Overflow, pulling Magnus onto his lap. “How long have you been logged in?”

“Day one. Who do you think moderates this thing?” Magnus scoffed. “I can’t let people go off on their own and talk about me. Remember this: I have eyes and ears everywhere.” Magnus pushed a finger into the upper corner of Alec’s peck. He pushed it away.

“Everywhere-everywhere?”

A small noise of approval, similar to a thick purr, came from the back of his throat.

“You’re insatiable.”

“And don’t you know it,” Magnus quipped. One of his ringed hands ran through his locks. “I don’t know how Raj keeps getting back into the system though. He should be kept out until he’s invited back in by an existing user.”

“Mhmm,” Alec hummed, not really listening anymore. His face dipped into the notch of Magnus’ neck and shoulder, breathing in deeply the scent that was irrevocably Magnus. “Are we going to talk about Raj the whole day?”

“Do you have something else in mind?”

Alec pried himself from Magnus’ closeness, peering up and towards a pile of clothing. “I’d like to see you in that.”

“That?” Magnus pointed towards the same piece Alec was glaring at. “That’s a scrap of cloth.”

“I know.”

Here’s the link for the outfit Alec said he’d wear:

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[forever-yoongis]

My Chemistry Of Love

Ships: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff and just pure, pure nonsense xD.

I shook my head from side to side and banged my hands against it as if to shake out the painful memories that dared to come back from the far corner of the brain where I had stored them, never to be recalled . Ann,you promised. I told myself. You promised to store away those memories and never bring them back. You promised not to get weak again.

My hospital, patients and even Min Yoongi seemed to be the last things on my mind then. I suddenly went short of breath and gasped as I remembered the months of suffering and acting nonchalant, and how hard it had been to keep my calm. I shook my head furiously.There's no way I was going to trust this man, especially when he's an idol who could have any girl he wanted to when he liked. "Arggh", I was frustrated with myself. Why does it always have to be me?

"Yah, why are you throwing a tantrum? People are getting scared. I heard you kicked the vase near the Section Head's chamber and broke it. What is this, belated revenge?" , Sophie looked mad but I could see the concern in her eyes as she spoke. What is she even talking bout? "Omg when did I do that??" My eyes seemed to pop out of my sockets. "Wow, you don't even remember anything. Brilliant", she started rubbing her temples, looking absolutely done with the shit, aka me. I squinted, trying to hard to recall...remember what I did on the way to m office. My eyes shot open and I gasped. Fuck, that must be it.

"O-oh. I remember now, I think. There was this nurse blocking my way talking to a patient and I really wanted to reach my chamber and so I vaguely remember pushing something--" "Not pushing. You kicked it into pieces", she glared at me. I winced. Just why is my day turning out to be so rotten?! Ugh!! "Alex just might take it the wrong way, Sophie!" I facepalmed. Trust my body reflexes to do something this stupid..."Your brain doesn't let us take revenge.. so we, your body reflexes will do it for you!! Don't you worry", I imagined the conversation that probably was going on inside me. I sighed. As it is, I'm having trouble keeping my feelings for Yoongi at bay. No, scratch that. I don't even fuckin KNOW what my feelings for him are at this point of time. And now this. Jeez, I must be a magnetic centre for all kinds of bad charms that exist on this Earth.

"Now now don't look so glum. We are still here. C'mon cheer up", Sophie gave me a wink. Woman, you actually expect me to cheer up right now. "You are the reason why I'm glum!!!", I rolled my eyes.

"Hey it's done", I saw Sophie turn to give someone a high-five. Now what? The two turned to look at me, grinning widely. "What do you mean? And what are you doing here?" I pointed at Exci who merely shrugged. "Dunno, but the work's done", she snickered. And then, pointing a finger to poke my forehead, she said,

"But you definitely owe us one for this".

So she went on to explain the apparently "fantastically flawless piece of job" she has just executed, not without mixing her lecture with sudden (slightly irrelevant, yeah) claims of how "awesome they are", which would immediately be followed by Sophie's "humble denial" of "we did the duty of best friends", then hurrying on to explain how I still owed them a lot and well...you get it. "Will you just get to the point guys?" I was already trying really hard to keep my face straight.

"Yes yes,but the proper introduction was also necessary", and so she began.

"Take it quick!!", Sophie whispered frantically. "God, what has she been eating? How the hell did she break it into so many pieces in just one kick?", she complained. "Go, go," she shoved the broken pieces into a bag and pushed it into Exci's hand.

Exci had successfully finished replacing the vase with a new one from the store-room. These hospitals, she shook her head, they have placed the same kind of vases everywhere...having like, zero sense of aesthetics. At least, it helped us with our plan.

Clutching the bag tightly, she ran off in search of the Asshol- Section Head, aka Alex. She didn't even have to try hard to find him. He was walking down the stairs casually with his hands in his coat pocket, with that signature smug that seemed to be always there on his face. She rushed towards him, as if in a hurry and ran right into him.

"Oh I'm so sorry!", she apologized dramatically. "I'll pick the pieces up. God, I've become really clumsy lately! I never really meant to throw them at you like that..it's just that I was in a hurry, and you came in my way. I got startled and I threw--" "yeah shut up please. Just look what you did to my face", he snapped. "Oh my god, yes you are badly injured and bleeding. You should really hurry to a doctor who can take those glass pieces off your bod-" "You think I don't know that already!!", he yelled angrily.

"You know what, Ann, I could hardly stop my laughter right then! I would've bursted out if I didn't leave immediately..." , Exci trailed off, chuckling.

"I apologize sincerely. I didn't mean this to happen at all. I'm really sorry that your ugl- I mean, handsome face got all ruined. You probably won't be able to show your pathetic as- I mean, dignified self for a while now. I hope that the nurse that you've been fucki- hanging around with, can treat your wounds properly. I really gotta go now," Exci couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face. But Alex was too much in pain to notice and replied with an angry mumble. " I threw the pieces in a dustbin and came running here. And that's it", she ended.

" I threw the pieces in a dustbin and came running here. And that's it", she ended.

"I really can't believe what you did--" I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. Gasping and out of breath, I looked at the two girls in front of me. They really do know exactly how to make me feel better. I shook my head.

What am I ever gonna do without you", I smiled trying hard to not burst into laughter again. "Exactly. What will you ever do without us?", Sophie repeated in a sing-song voice giggling hysterically. "But that jerk really deserved it" , Exci added seriously. "I can already imagine how the nurses are gonna react on seeing his "pretty face"--- which is pretty ugly if you ask me-- all ruined," she let out a short laugh. I moved forward to give them a hug. "Thanks a lot really", I said. "Nah nah, the school momma is actually supposed to save her kid's ass", Sophie winked at us and I laughed.

I pulled away laughing with them. God, this really feels good. I really needed this thing right now, I sighed. The playful banter and laughing went on for while after that and before we realized, it was already five in the afternoon.

A nurse peeped in. "Doctor, I think it's time for you to check on the VIP. Plus, you'll need to do something for he's refusing to have anything, even his medicines. He didn't even have breakfast. Awfully grumpy since morning", the nurse added worriedly.

The chair made a scraping sound as I stood up. "Time to go for work now I guess. I need to check on my patient," I sighed. My two friends gave me a thumbs-up and waved me off. "Good luck for dealing with extra grumpiness~" she chuckled at her own words. I waved at them and started towards the door.

"Oh and Ann?" I turned around. "Believe in second chances. Don't let one betrayal prevent you from letting others in. Don't let go of chances, you never know what might happen", Exci smiled a little at me.

I smiled back wistfully and nodded my head before shutting the door to the room.

"Oh and Ann? Believe in second chances", Exci's voice kept echoing in my head mirroring the echoes of my footsteps as I walked down the silent corridor.

She was right, but how could I possibly open up again when the wounds have not healed yet? Another betrayal would break me completely. I cannot go through those months of pain and indifference again...but can I also push away the feelings that have been bottling up inside me? But he's an idol, Ann! A voice inside my head kept insisting. He probably has had thousands of such girls until now. And thousands more who are dying to be with him... He could throw anyone away just like that, not even breaking a sweat. Try being realistic. And what has he done to prove he likes you anyways? I shook my head.

You wouldn't have thought of this if Alex hadn't betrayed you. Another voice interrupted. What if he's different? Are all idols really that rotten and heartless? How well do you know them? You might be letting go of the man who could've loved you truly. Going through a heartbreak is one thing, but living the rest of your life wondering "what if I had done something different?" is even more awful.

I sighed. I was completely torn apart, unable to decide what I should do. I don't even know if he looks at me the same way..if all his flirting really meant anything. What did he do to make me fall so hard for him? I chuckled bitterly.

Suddenly, I heard voices from a nearby room. The door was cracked open. I peeped in to see a nurse bandaging Alex, who was sitting on the bed groaning in pain. A few other nurses "ooh-ed" and "ahh-ed", hovering around him while five or six of them stood at the door whispering to each other. Such jobless losers, I thought.

"Don't you have any other work to do except gossipping here?", I snapped at the nurses who stood at the door. They turned around, wide-eyed with alarm. "Dr Ann-- the Section Head got inju-" "yeah yeah I can see that", I interrupted them with a bored look on my face. "But what are YOU people here for? He doesn't need so many people looking after him. Just one nurse is enough", I said pointing to the one who was stitching up his wounds. "The ER is currently running short of staff. Leave immediately," I said. "But doct-" "If you don't wanna lose your jobs, stop slacking off", I warned. They gasped and hurried off.

I could feel Alex's eyes on me as I sighed and walked away, hands shoved inside my lab coat pockets.

As I turned to enter the VIP section, a sudden laugh escaped my throat. Serves him right. I thought. Exci really did a great job. Now he won't be able to go around showing that smug smile---which I hate so much---- for awhile. I laughed loudly that echoed off the walls of the small corridor that lead to Room no 206. Dunno why, but seeing him that injured and in pain gave me made me much more happy than I would've thought. My,my what a sadist I am, I chuckled softly. I pushed open the door. Jerks like him deserve to die in a hole-

"You seem to be in a good mood", a voice said. The laughter died in my throat as I saw Yoongi sitting on the bed in front of me. He looked sour and tired. The usual glint in his eyes was not there. The words got caught up in my throat and I suddenly didn't trust my voice to speak. Giving him a small smile, I walked towards the table kept by his aide. Indeed, he didn't take his medicines. I looked at him."The nurses told me you haven't been eating".

He let out a humourless laugh. "What am I? A child? I can choose if I want to eat or not", he retorted. I clicked my tongue in annoyance. I replied back, "Not when you're here. Your company has entrusted with your well-being. I don't want people to point fingers at me if something went wrong".

Also, I would never forgive myself if you ruined your health here. I thought. He suddenly became quiet. I looked at him suspiciously, but he avoided my gaze. "If that's only the reason why you always seemed so concerned, please don't bother from now on. I'll make sure my company doesn't blame you for anything", he replied softly. I raised an eyebrow. "Where's all that attitude coming from? And I don't get what you mean", I replied confused at his sudden mood swings. "Never mind then",he let out a dry chuckle. "I'm sorry for not being able to read you correctly," he smiled sadly at me. "You were really different for me", he added softly. He looked at me expectantly, his fists clenched at his sides.

I froze in my track. His last words kept echoing inside my head. Is this really what I think it is? But I was too afraid to hope. I brought my hand in an attempt to calm my heart that was beating erratically inside my chest. I shut my eyes. Was this really worth it? "What do you mean by 'different'?", I opened my eyes to see him looking down at his hands. "Never mind that", he shook his head, lying down and turning to the side. "Ann,believe in second chances", Exci's voice repeated in my head. I decided right then that I couldn't let go of this opportunity, couldn't let go of him. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what could've had happened if I acted differently.

I walked up to his bed and shook him gently. "Please have your meals. Don't take out your anger on the food just because you are upset with me. You can't go without food", I told him softly. He scoffed. " Don't you think you're thinking too high of yourself?Why on Earth will I be upset with you? You did make it clear that I was nothing but a patient. Did you ever heard a patient getting mad at his doctor?", He laughed. I sat down beside his lying figure. "Yoongi",I called him by his name. I shook him again. "Yoongi please". He went absolutely still in my hands. I removed my hands, panic seizing me as I realized he didn't probably want me to call him that. There was silence in the room except for my beating heart. I shut my eyes in despair thinking that I made a mistake again. "Say that again", he demanded, still not moving to look at my face. It was now my turn to go still. What did he just ask me to do? My heart threatened to burst out of my chest cavity by now.

"Yoongi", I whispered, fearing my voice might crack if I spoke too loud. "Come have your food because I sure as hell won't be having mine unless you finish it", I ended, looking at him. He finally turned around to look at me. With the rays of light falling on his lying figure through the window, he was by far the most beautiful thing I had seen. I seemed to lose my voice again when he softly stretched out one of his arms to hold my hand that was clenched by my side. Softly moving his thumb over my knuckles, he smiled. And for the first time today, it actually seemed to reach his eyes. "Will you feed me then?", he asked me expectantly. He fixed an intense gaze on my face as if trying to assess how genuine I had been. "Feed me Anna, that'll be the only way you can make me eat from today".

My breath hitched as I nodded my head furiously because I felt if I opened my mouth now, I'll break into tears. Finally, he showed me his gummy smile that I had come to fall in love with, and with that, he said," Come let's eat. I have been starving".