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lucas-koh · 4 years ago

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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC

Hi everyone! This is my first Choices fic, and I’m pretty happy with it! I’ve posted it over on Ao3, the link is on my blog, user is margotmuses, but apparently links don’t show up in tags :( if you like this it would be super cool if you could go give it some Kudos or a Comment💜💙 feedback means the world to me!

Doesn’t follow canon, but elements of canon. FWB.

Song: I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

Rating: M

Word Count: 3600

Chapter One: The First Time...?

It was no good having nerves on day one. Day one of thousands. But she couldn’t help it. This was the real test, the real tell of whether or not she would make a good doctor, and it was all she’d ever wanted. It didn’t help that she was running late, either. On day fucking one.

She walked with a sort of half run as she neared the doors to Edenbrook, trying to quell her nerves by counting her steps. It was modern and intimidating, glass windows piling on top of each-other, intercepted by the occasional wooden plank. She had aced college and med school, but actually practising medicine was a little different. She swept through the doors and up to the front desk, where a kind looking woman was waiting with a clipboard.

“Ah! An intern?” She asked. “I’m Dr Ines Delarosa. I’m your resident for the year.” Ines was instantly calming, and suddenly all worries about the upcoming year and about being late were dispelled from the intern’s head.

“What’s your name?”

“Suki. Suki Moore,” she smiled confidently and pulled out a hand to shake Ines’. Ines shook her hand with a warm smile and made a few notes on her clipboard before rounding the desk to enter into the computer. Seconds later she brandished a freshly laminated name tag.

Dr. Suki Moore, it read. Dr. Suki Moore.

Her confidence came rushing back as she clipped the badge to her clothes, even though she’d have to transfer it to her scrubs shortly anyway. Ines then directed her to the staff changing rooms and Suki rushed over with a new spring in her step. Time to ace this internship.

She cradled her cornflour blue scrubs in her arms as she entered the staff changing rooms. They appeared to be empty at first, before Suki rounded the corner and crashed right into a chiseled, honeyed chest.

“Oof!”

“Well hello there,” the voice audibly smirked.

She could smell body lotion and cologne, it was lovely. She unburied her face from the chest and stepped back to look at the man. He was tall, and very, very attractive. His smooth golden skin highlighted the tight abs on his stomach, and muscular chest; his shoulders and arms were broad and strong looking. His hands crossed over his chest as he leaned against the locker next to him. This man definitely took care of himself. Suki scoped her eyes up to his face. And oh. My. God. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen a prettier man in her life, and that was no exaggeration. His jaw was defined below an absolutely encapsulating smile, even if it was slightly mocking, white teeth shining against plump peach-golden lips. His deep brown hooded eyes were warm and inviting, humour sparkling in them, and his eyebrows were thick and defined. His hair was brown with natural looking blonde highlights, swooped back and to the side floppily. And he had a strong, straight nose. But there was a rugged edge to his good looks. Something familiar about the wolfish grin he bore struck something in Suki. Probably because he’ll be just like every other asshole who came here from an Ivy League.

She quickly averted her gaze, she may have been looking a little too long. There was an absolutely furious blush on her cheeks.

“You know, you’re going to have to get used to seeing naked people if you’re going to be a doctor.”

She tried to conjure up a good comeback, without having to look at him, but she could only stutter out a scoff. Suki was confident, but easily flustered. Finally, she came out with something.

“I’ve seen plenty of naked people, thank you. That doesn’t mean I want to bowl face first into your…chest.” She had to stop herself from focusing on how his chest had felt, the smooth warmth and the enveloping scent. Now is not the time for you to be thirsty, she told herself.

He chuckled, seeming pleased that he’d rattled her. Yeah. Typical Ivy League medical intern jerk.

“I think you’re an odd one out,” he smirked, clearly used to the attention.

Suki tried to avert her gaze from him as she began to change out of her own clothes into her scrubs. It was clear the guy was struggling to not look too, as he slipped his scrub top over his chiseled chest. She’d just have to get on with it. Now was not the time to be shy. She was late already, and she would be changing in front of these people for years to come anyway. With a clearing of her throat, Suki quickly pulled up her Henley and replaced it with her scrub top. Just as the guy was looking like he was about to leave, face trained on anything but Suki, the door fluttered open. A pretty but serious looking woman stood at the threshold.

“Scalpel jockey, you’re late!” She called into the changing room. “Hi,” she gave a quick smile to Suki before trying to usher them out of the room.

“Coming, Jackie,” the guy shot Suki a wink as he left the room.

“Come on!” Jackie encouraged Suki, with motherly strictness, as the guy strode past her and out of the room. Suki rushed her joggers off and her scrub trousers on, clipped her name tag to the pocket and hurried after Jackie out the door.

“We’re lucky,” Jackie muttered as they neared the lump of interns standing in the main foyer of the hospital. She obviously wasn’t copping for introductions just yet, so Suki kept her mouth shut as they joined the group on the right side. Next to them, was the guy from the changing room. He smiled at Suki once more, confident and flirty. She nodded in return.

Ines was stood at the head of the group, and started her speech to welcome everyone to Edenbrook.

After a few lines from Ines, a glamorous, attractive woman strode up to the spot in front of everyone. Ines nodded to her.

“Everyone, this is Chief Harper Emery.”

The group quivered with quiet mutters and some awkward shuffling. She must be a big deal. Chief Harper Emery went through a gruelling speech about the upcoming year as an intern, challenges they’d need to face, instincts they’d need to follow, and standards they would have to meet.

After the long (and kind of terrifying) talk from Chief Emery, she left for Ines to partner off interns to work on their first case together. There was a little reprieve where Ines shuffled through the papers, a harsh looking man glancing over her shoulder.

Suki turned her attention to the interns around her. God. She’d known how many there would be, but seeing them all in a group like this was so intimidating. She wondered if she’d even get the chance to befriend anyone. Maybe Jackie would be a good friend when there wasn’t a time limit. She looked to her right at Jackie, who was chatting to a guy in a wheelchair in front of her. She wasn’t the type to butt in halfway through a conversation.

Reluctantly, Suki turned to look to her left. Her delicate features scrunched up in uncertainty as her eyes raked over the sculpted man. There was definitely something about him that was giving her déjà vu. She tried to get a glimpse at his name tag, but it was just at the angle where sun was reflecting off it, and moving her head too much might be cause for suspicion.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” She breached the air around them.

“You mean, aside from like five minutes ago?” He turned to her and gave a megawatt smile, one she was sure charmed all the ladies and gents and everyone else he came across. “I don’t know, do you?” He shot her another wink, before Ines was calling for everyone to quiet down so she could assign partnerships. Sigh.

The surgical residents were beckoned over to one side, and the familiar man left her side with a farewell grin.

“Don’t go bumping into too many chests, I might get jealous,” he muttered in a deep voice before leaving. She wished she could have come up with a witty response, but alas, he was gone.

Ines started to read down her list, before;

“Moore and Emery.”

Emery?? As in, Chief Harper Emery??

“Uhh,” Jackie hesitated beside Suki, looking a little worried for her. There were mutters throughout the group of interns as Suki gave Jackie what she thought was a reassuring smile, and made her way to Ines. Then, a stunning, organised woman stepped up. She looked a little angry.

“Aurora Emery,” she introduced herself. Suki breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hi!” She smiled, and introduced herself to Aurora.

—-

The day went by, Suki and Aurora talking to patients and treating them. Aurora turned out to be Harper’s niece, but she seemed like she didn’t like to talk about it. She was pretty focused and serious, but Suki could tell that was her mask of professionalism, and that underneath she was just a normal girl, frustratingly overshadowed by her successful aunt. Her work ethic was fantastic, and she was smart, and Suki tried extremely hard not to feel intimidated. Luckily, they were able to work together well to come to conclusions and treat their patients. At one point Aurora was called to her Aunt’s office for a little while, but it wasn’t too long and soon enough she was back to working smoothly with Suki.

Then, Suki caught Jackie in the corridor at one point.

“Hey, Suki Moore,” Jackie grinned down at her name tag.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier but…timing and all.” She laughed comfortably. Jackie smiled.

“I got it. Hey, some of us are heading down to a bar called Donahue’s after our shifts, celebrate day one kind of thing, want in?”

“Yes! I’ll definitely need a drink.”

“Tell me about it. Meet us in the lobby and we can all head down together.”

—-

The end of Suki’s shift came soon enough and she was heading to the changing room to slip out of her scrubs. She’d packed a nicer outfit in her bag in case of something like this, so she changed into the skirt and bodysuit. They might be interns now, but they were still med students at heart, after all. The changing room was empty, and Suki thought back to her awkward encounter that morning. She was going to spend the next however many years seeing bare chests, so why had this one flustered her so? She supposed she had bowled right into it, which was, quite embarrassing. Especially when she’d never met the man before. She sighed and left for the lobby.

There was a group of tired looking interns gathered around the seats in the lobby. Jackie was there, along with the boy in the wheelchair she’d been chatting to that morning, Aurora, a sweet girl with a plait, and a thin, blonde boy. She was grateful at the absence of chest-boy, but she remembered he’d gone with the surgical interns, so he probably wasn’t known to this group. Aside from Jackie somehow, that was. Still, she was grateful not to be further embarrassed.

“Hey! Everyone, this is Suki,” Jackie smiled as Suki walked towards the group. They all greeted her and introduced themselves, the boy in the wheelchair was Elijah, the sweet girl Sienna, and the blonde boy Landry. They all chatted as they made their way to the bar, which wasn’t far at all. They talked about their first days, and bonded over patients. Sienna had been partnered with Elijah, and Jackie with Landry, which she hadn’t seemed to happy about. He was probably too weaselly for her.

Once they’d reached Donahue’s, Landry grabbed them all a table, a booth in the centre, and Jackie went to get rounds.

“Tequila!” Jackie sang as she came back to the table.

“Oh, no…” Sienna said.

“Give me that.” Suki grabbed a shot. She clinked it with Jackie’s and they downed their shots. Suki’s face scrunched up at the strong taste, meanwhile Jackie was deadpan. They continued chatting for a while, each of them taking turns to get each round, some opting for safer options than others, such as beers. Only a short amount of time in, Suki already felt comfortable, like she knew these guys were going to be her closest friends through her time at Edenbrook, and even after that. She also basked in the warm glow of the alcohol coursing through her, forgetting all her worries.

She felt her throat jump as she saw him waltz in. Oh god, time to be further embarrassed. The boy didn’t even have to acknowledge her at all for her to feel utterly mortified, but something told her he would anyway. He walked in confidently, laughing attractively with a group of friends. Other surgical interns, probably. He looked good in more casual clothes, wearing a patterned button-up and black jeans. Not as good as he’d looked un-clothed, though. She watched for as long as she could, before he was too close and she had to avert her gaze for fear of being caught.

Much to Suki’s chagrin, about five minutes later he was swaggering up to their table.

“Ah! It’s the odd one out!” He grinned as he placed down the tray of shots. “Thought you guys might need these.”

“Thanks,” Suki stuttered and threw a shot back immediately.

“Woah, girl. Take it easy,” Elijah chuckled. The boy eyed her up with an impressed look on his face.

“You two know each other?” Sienna asked.

Suki could feel her face growing red, and she was praying the nameless boy would explain, even if he did say something embarrassing.

“Yeah, she was admiring my bare chest this morning,” he winked.

“What!?” Landry spat out his drink, the insinuation a little much for him.

“Not like that!” Suki scrambled. “It was just in the changing room… I didn’t see him…”

“Ahaha!” Jackie cackled, “That’s what was going on when I saw you two this morning! I thought you looked a little flustered.”

Suki looked at the boy, taking in his features once more. Who are you? She couldn’t outright ask his name, that was far too clunky, but she had to find out somehow. She highly doubted ‘Scalpel Jockey’ was his actual name. Thankfully, Jackie jumped to her rescue.

“This is Elijah, Aurora, Sienna, and Landry. And you’ve already met Suki,” she snorted, turning to the group at the table, “Me and Bryce met this morning on our walk into Edenbrook.”

Bryce. Bryce. Hmm. Not an uncommon name, but it wasn’t Chris or Alex or anything. She’d definitely known some Bryce’s in her time. Bryce smiled at the mention of Suki’s name.

“Yes, I know Suki,” he smirked. But the way he said it seemed to hold more than just their meeting that morning. Did he know? Had they met before, and he wasn’t telling her? Her name flowed off his tongue like it was familiar. Ugh. Suki had spent so much of the last ten or so years studying hard and meeting so, so many people, that placing his face was just, difficult.

“Well, anyway, I should get back to the other surgical interns, you guys enjoy your shots. And your night.”

“Yeah, see you man!” Elijah grinned, as Bryce stepped back to his former group.

“So uh, what’s the deal with him?” Suki asked Jackie in her best attempt at sly.

“Bryce? No clue, like I said, I only met him this morning. He’s quite full of himself, nothing unexpected from a surgical intern.”

“Hm, okay.”

—-

After a couple of hours filled with drinks and shots, Suki was laughing and dancing with all her new friends without a care in the world.

“I’m gonna pick a song on the jukebox!” Suki grinned to her friends, before making her way over to the old jukebox in the corner of the bar.

She scanned down the list of songs, coins at the ready.

“Pick something good,” the voice came from behind her neck, hot and making the hairs stand on end. Suki turned to look at the culprit, already knowing who it was.

“‘Good’ is very subjective.” There was an odd twinge to her voice which only came out when she was drunk. He laughed, his own honey skin showing a sheen of sweat over his forehead.

“This,” he pointed at a Beatles song, “overrated. But this,” his finger slipped down to a Stone Roses song, “much better.”

“Noted.” She bit her lip as she weighed up her options. He watched fondly at her focus. Eventually she picked the same song Bryce had pointed out.

“Do you?” He asked as she turned to him.

“Do I what?”

“‘Wanna Be Adored’?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

He flashed that wolfish grin again. “You don’t need to want it if you’ve already got it.”

He was cocky as shit, sure, but it was utterly captivating. He was ever so slightly blurred by her alcohol intake, but his deep eyes bore into hers as they had briefly that morning. Something about starting her internship reminded Suki of being a freshman at college, inhibitions low and desire high.

If he’d been a standard guy, him but without all the mystery and mortification, in all his beauty and flirtatiousness, she would have no doubt taken him home. They would’ve been out of there faster than ever; but there was hesitancy, stemming from the niggling at the back of her mind over who this guy was.

“I think you’re confusing adoration with something else.”

“Admiration?”

She chuckled. “You certainly have the whole cocky jockey thing, huh?”

“It’s Scalpel Jockey, actually.”

“Duh, so you’re a surgeon?”

“I’m going to be the best surgeon Edenbrook has even seen.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Bryce, right?”

“That’s me. And you’re Suki.”

She squinted at him and bit her lip again. “Do you have siblings or something? Or, have you ever been to Santa Fe?”

“That where you’re from?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and very definitely avoiding her questions. She let it slide: after all, if he was going to play that way, so was she. She was too buzzed anyway to push.

“Yeah, lived there for a bit before college. Where are you from?” Okay, maybe not to push a little.

“Your dreams,” he winked. Damn this boy was full on. She found it amusing, though, and she wasn’t exactly avoiding his flirtations. “You wanna dance?”

“Alright, then.”

She noticed as they walked the short distance to the space where people were dancing, (it wasn’t exactly a dance floor) her friends were watching her and Bryce and whispering amongst themselves. Sienna shot her a wink.

Bryce grabbed Suki’s hand from behind and spun her round to face him, his face more serious but still with a playful air. She tried to suppress the gasp which unconsciously came at the sudden movement, but Bryce noticed the surprise in her eyes anyway.

Her stomach fluttered as he pulled her body to press flush against his, in much of an echo of their position that morning. This time, however, his hand held hers down to the side while his other warmed the small of her back, and she leaned up to rest her free arm against his shoulder. Intimacy with a practical stranger wasn’t unknown to her, but it still sent jolts of scandal through her, especially with the way he was looking at her in that moment. And something about it being him in particular.

“You getting déjà vu right now or is it just me?” He joked.

Man, I’ve been getting déjà vu all day.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Her cheeks were hot from the memory of her embarrassing morning.

“You made my morning, the look on your face…” he trailed off into a laugh.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting the first intern I met to be a shirtless guy walking into me.”

“Hey! You walked into me,” he laughed, and rubbed his thumb up and down a little on her back. The movement sent electricity up Suki’s spine, so subtle, yet so intimate. They bobbed side to side in time with the song, very close to grinding on one another. Since it wasn’t exactly a slow song, but it wasn’t hugely upbeat either, their dance was chilled, with occasional comic moves.

Bryce’s hand was warm, and large, and the palm slightly rough. Suki thought about how he was going to be using this very hand in surgery, its precision and stillness aiding his art. Hell, it was art. She moved her own hand so that her fingers slowly threaded in-between his, watching as he gently reciprocated. The sensation crackled like an open wire exposed to a puddle, pulsating all the way through her arm. Sneaking a look at his face, Suki watched as Bryce’s smile widened, and his eyes sparkled.

Dancing with Bryce felt right, and freeing, and exciting. But all too soon it was over. The bar was closing, and Suki’s first day as an intern at Edenbrook was reaching its end.

“That’s our cue,” she cleared her throat as she reluctantly stepped away from Bryce.

“I guess it is. You uh, alright getting home?”

Suki looked behind her, where her friends were collecting their belongings from the table.

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll see you ‘round.”

His eyes scrunched up in the corners as he smiled.

“Yeah, see you Santa Fe.”

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scummy-writes · 4 years ago

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This is not a request but a more share your opinion with me kinda thing...

So Theo

I understand that he’s a sweet a caring man under his grumpy shell and yada yada ... and there is nothing wrong in liking him I’d even say that I’m jealous because he’s like really hot

But man I can’t get in to him I can like him! every time he ether calls the mc jodje or puppy or dog I would cringe so bad

Like my fight or fly instincts will go overdrive Like??? How dare you?? I’m so sorry but I don’t understand how you can overelook his blatant mean things he says and say oh yea I’ll definitely fuck him!

He has no respect for the mc and treats them with little to no regard in the begging but only when he starts to catch feelings he becomes nicer?? meaner !?!! My brain just thinks that he belongs to the nice guys spectrum? Idk

Maybe because I’m not a masochist or I don’t have a name calling kink or that I despise tsuderes not like it’s anything wrong with that you go girl

Fuck I sound like such a dick in this I’m so sorry

But I needed to get it out of my chest

So thougts on Theo?

Is it that you're wondering why I like him, or why people in general like him? I'll touch into both, regardless, BUT. There will be spoilers for his route and some povs. So there's a heads up.

To preface: I don't mind if folks dont like the characters I like or just don't like certain characters in general, so I hope you know (and anyone else) I don't judge people over that, only how they treat others in regards to their preferences.

I'm with you on the name thing, honestly. I cringed a lot and still do at times. While it feels as though its a shared, lighthearted type pet name (haha) later on in the relationship, at the beginning it just sounds dismissive and belittling.

But I think it's supposed to be? Theo has a god awful issue at refusing to believe his worth with anything. For his pov at mcs arrival to the mansion, he's actually the one that spots her first, but Napoleon gets to her first and Theo's first thoughts are along the lines of "I'm not the star of this show, I need to take my exit" since Napoleon looks like a hero and has a better handle on the situation.

In his route he shows this a lot, and it shines the most with Vincent. Theo wanted to be an artist too when he was younger, but gave up once he saw how talented Vincent was, fully believing he couldnt be an artist because 'God didn't grant [Theo] that talent.'

And all of that ramps up to 100 when it comes to the reasons he agreed to being a vampire- the revenge. Not only does he blame himself for what happened to Vincent (for introducing Gaugin[sp?] to him, to encouraging their friendship and etc), but now that he's a vampire he doesn't believe he deserves anything good to happen to him. Good things like coming to peace with what happened, or a love life.

So the hondje thing, how I feel about it is that at first its meant to be belittling because he doesn't want you to like him. All the intimidation is part of that, and even then I feel like you can still see hints of that softness still peeking through in the beginning due to him refusing to let the residents/Comte telling mc theyre vampires, because he knows right off the bat it'll possibly terrify her and lead her to doing something rash (like how mc nearly runs out of the mansion the moment she finds out about it). Can see it in how when she's really upset, he immediately puts down that gruffness to make sure she's okay, how he carefully pushes her into standing her own ground (though it really doesnt seem like she needs it, but alas its an otome classic cliche) and gently pushes her into going further into what she enjoys (getting into art like him and excitedly learning about it).

That gruffness turns into Theo being Stern/Firm, but not unforgiving. It turns into being a jerk when shes about to get hurt or get into something she shouldn't (in his eyes- the academy folks, getting hurt by falling for him, getting hurt during his push for revenge). I think he does hold respect for her due to how he pushes for her to tell him in her own words how she feels about the art they're looking at, and how he pushes for her to choose the pieces theyre going to showcase and etc, because he values and respect her opinion. (If he didn't, I don't think he'd keep letting her help him out or even speak much in regards to the art.) I'm sure there's other examples of him respecting her, but that's the first that comes to mind.

It probably feels like hes an asshole and hard to love because in Theo's route you're not the main objective in his eyes. He's focused on revenge, and admittedly, you're in the way for a part of it. He’s now trying to make sure you get home safely without landing you in his problems, and if that means being gruff and a bit of a dick, so be it.

Or, that's how I see it anyway. I think you have to look at these things about him and understand that him 'suddenly' being a nicer guy isn't actually that sudden, it's been there all along and he's been putting on a front. Because the idea of falling for someone when he's had it in his head for years that he doesn't deserve happiness? Scary. Basically that whole 'Better to deal with the devil that you know instead of the devil that you don't know' thing.

And hey, if you look at that stuff and go "okay, I get it, but I still don't like him" you know that's okay, right? There's characters in a lot of games/media I don't vibe with when they haven't 'done anything wrong'. It's fine to not like a character, even if a lot of other people seem to.

Admittedly, your wording is kinda hard for me to understand if you're kinda. Mad at me for liking Theo? But I'm taking it as confusion at people liking a character you can't see any good in and trying to get opinions from someone on how they could enjoy him. Because of that I don't think you're being a dick, but if you were to send this message to others to get their opinion on why they like Theo, I'd try to word it a little more gentle.

Anyway, for folks who are not anon: if I got small details wrong please don't go off on me, I haven't played his route in a while and forget things even in my top favorite routes. Also, please don't start fussing at anon because admittedly I don't want my notifications clogged with arguments.

#anonymous #replies #hope that makes sense

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headoverjojo · 6 years ago

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Hello, can you do HCs of La Squadra falling for the new member like the one with Bruno’s gang? Thanks!

Hello there! Sure I can! Some love for the murderous boys too!

La Squadra di Esecuzione’s members fall for the new team member

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

He curses himself more times. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Their life is too dangerous for relationships or love. Still… here he is. He recognizes the signs, he’s not a stupid or oblivious man. Still, he doesn’t consider them for long time, acting as always and as he does with all the others. He’s not going to do some favoritism: he’s fair ‘till the bone and, plus, he doesn’t want the others to notice his little crush.

The problem is that this little crush grows and grows, to the point to almost hunt his dreams. They’re so fierce, so strong, smart… a hellion. Inside, he always craved for a person like this. And now it’s near, neared than ever… he doesn’t know what to do. He had his good handful of stories, but they were always a one night stand. He hadn’t time for a relationship neither he ever felt the need. But this time… this time is different.

When he finally admits to himself he, alas, has fallen in love, he actively notices that the new member has picked also the others’ interest. As to confirm his deep infatuation, this makes his blood boil in jealousy: now he’s more than determined to conquer their heart. He’s a practical man, more than one who loses in useless romanticisms and words. When he feels something so deep, he goes straight to the core: in this case, he’s going to confess as soon as he’s sure about his feelings, ready to face any reaction.

Prosciutto

As Risotto, Prosciutto he’s one more for one night stands than for stable relationships. Not that he’d not like to have a stable companion, maybe even a family -he’d more than like it-, but his work doesn’t allow it. He absolutely doesn’t want to drag someone else in that life. But what if his possible companion was already in mafia? This thought never flashed in his mind before he met the new teammate. Now, well… he’s changing his mind. Maybe. Not that he’s going to admit it…

He’s going to treat this as a crush, trying to ignore how this, apparently, innocent crush is growing to the point to be… love. Or at least, he thinks to. He doesn’t know how to call the longing he feels for them, even the silent desire to share important private moments with them, other than love. He’s the first to be shocked: he, the charmer, fell for someone else and without they did anything to charm him if not being themselves!!

He’s hesitant, in the beginning, but, as soon as he notices Formaggio swooning over them and Illuso’s eyes following them in a certain way, he grows determined. He’s not going to give up without trying! So, he’d use all his charme and knowledge to impress them, to make them understand that they picked his interest -more like: they have him wrapped around their pinkie- and to show them he could be a good partner for them, a loyal, protective and caring lover, hoping it would be enough.

Pesci

Pesci was struck by their nice and gentle behaviour towards him. Why were they so kind with him? They were so fierce in battle -he had seen them in pure awe- yet so kind when they talked with him… Pesci was amazed. And immediately grew attached to them, since they were the only one to treat him with kindness -Prosciutto cares about him, of course, but his methods are harsh- and staying with them makes him feel warm and… loved? He feels loved, so…?

In the beginning, Pesci firmly thinks it’s just friendship. He never had a real friend -Prosciutto, again, is more like a brother-, so he doesn’t know how these things work. He wants to stay with them, to chit-chat with them, sometimes to even hug them, there’s nothing strange in this, right? Just friends things. However, when he starts to want to kiss them, some doubts make way in his mind… maybe it’s more than friendship?

The confirm comes when he feels a scorching pang of jealousy seeing Prosciutto flirting with the new teammate. He never felt something like this and, for once, he doesn’t like what Prosciutto is doing. He doesn’t want to lower his head as he always did. This time, he wants to fight for them, even if he has to face all the others, even if he has to face his own big brother. He’s more than determined to conquer their heart with strong will and kindness.

Formaggio

Formaggio is one that prefers “friends with benefits” to simple one night stands. He has a couple of “friends” he trust and, when he -or they- want to spend a nice night they have just to call and it’s all settled. Still… that new member is really something. Fierce, feisty, they know how to have fun… Formaggio is enraptured by them. Maybe, well… they can become “friends”? It’s all about to try, in the end.

Still, when he comes to know them better, he… he feels strange. For once he doesn’t want just something physical. It’s like… it’s like they can understand him as the others can’t do. They don’t make fun of his stand, they treat him with respect… and not because they’re a rockie, but because they really think he’s cool. It’s… nice. And he thinks they’re cool too. More than cool, to be true… like he never thought of anyone.

And then he finally notices that the others too have been enraptured by the new teammate. Even Risotto seems to have eyes just for them. Oh no, he doesn’t like it. If they all are involved, it goes bad for him. He knows he’s not the most charming between them all, of the most powerful or smart, but… sure as hell he’s determined. And he’s ready to use all his cards to conquer their heart, with a funny and sincere friendship and then who knows…

Melone

Melone is not new to swoon over new teammates -he wasn’t the last one found by Risotto-, so no one is surprised when he does so also with the rockie. Still… for once, they don’t seem to be creeped out by his questions, often way too personal. They answer and they asks him the same personal question, leaving him baffled. It never happened before… are they a kindred soul? Even their zodiac signs are a match, it’s a sign!

Even with this, it requires a bit of time, for Melone, for this crush to grow to actual love. And Melone understands it happened when he doesn’t feel anymore the desire to test them as Babyface’s parent. He never considers people he cares as this; now he knows he’s facing a feeling he never really experimented before… love. What a strange word. Still, he’s a bit sceptical about confessing or similar: he’s the creep, the weird… how could they love him back?

Still, he’s a damn assassin. Resolve is in his veins and, especially when he notices that he’s not, for once, the only one swooning over them, he finds the determination he needed. He’s going to show them a side no one knows, he’s going to win their heart! It’s the first time he’s actually so in love, that he cares so much about a person. He doesn’t want to lose them. Still… he knows he could face also rejection. He’s ready for this too.

Illuso

Illuso knew before everyone else -aside Risotto- about the arrival of a new teammate. He observed them for long time, studying their habits, their routine, in the end finding them suitable for their line of work. They were determined and professional, they hadn’t fear to dirt their hands with blood. Still… he also observed their kindness and funny side. They are faceted… he likes it. There’s more to discover.

This curiosity, however, slowly leads to sincere affection. It’s strange… he usually doesn’t grow attached to who he surveills. Still, this time happened and, even if now they can talk face to face, he still finds himself observing them from the mirror world, stealing few instants of their life, few secret smiles, huffing, amused, when they snort in their sleep while taking a nap on the couch… he finds them so cute. Lovely. He wants… to stay with them…

He had already noticed how the others were hunting on them -even a blind would have noticed it- but it didn’t bother him until he found out that what he was feeling wasn’t simple friendship but something more. Not this really, really bothers him. How dare they? They don’t know them like he does! He’s more than determined to conquer their heart, using all his knowledge and charme, to break their walls.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is absolutely -and noticeably- unhappy about having a new teammate. They’re already a big team, why adding another one?! One that will have to be trained, that’ll be the weak link of the whole squad. He hates it. Still, he can’t hate them. They are… fascinating. It’s odd for him to say so, but he finds them interesting. He wants to know more about them. Of course he’s not going all sweet on them, but… at the same time, he’s not even as asshole as usual.

As time passes, this curiosity grows in likeness and then in -and Ghiaccio was in denial for a lot- love. He has fallen in love. It’s crazy, he can’t believe it. Still… his heart never skipped a beat for anyone but them. With them he feels at ease, accepted, even if he’s harsh and loud and almost always angered. They never had a bad word for him; they challenged him, yes, but it was never serious. He… he has to admit that he has fallen. Badly.

And finally he notices that also the others have fallen as badly as him, seeing Pesci’s dreamy eyes, Prosciutto and Formaggio’s attempts to flirt with them and Illuso’s watchful eye from the mirror world. Even Capo has eyes just for them! But this doesn’t stop him from trying: he’s stubborn and even more, now that he was in love. He’s going to do his best to tame his bad temper and show them a calmer and nicer side of him!

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #neutral s/o #reverse harem #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

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hobiwonder · 6 years ago

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You don’t want my love | (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jin x Reader

Genre: PWP.

Warnings: Smut. PWP. Infidelity (cheating), degradation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral, choking, cum play (little). Dub/con, please read with caution. Yoongi is a major asshole. Reader has serious issues regarding her sex drive holy moly.

Words: 7k

Summary: You think you’re over yoongi. You’ve started a new life with your new boyfriend Jin who is almost everything you could ask for. Almost.

A/N: this is a gift for @yminie and she knows why. also this is fantasy. Do not come at me with “u support cheating?!?!?!?!?!” because instead of blocking you, i will be mean right back to you. and i dont wanna do that. zero proof read like always lmao. I wanna be super sappy and happy on my blog. but i wILL be mean if you say dumb shit to me that I have clearly said in this note that I don’t condone it. It’s just in a realm of fantasy. To all my other readers who won’t send me dumb asks, enjoy and let me know what you think :))

(also imagine this buff yoongi while u read it ajbkkjbfolwrfnl)

“He’s coming here”

“wait what? I-”

“Quick, duck! Y/N just du- Hey Yoongi!” Sunmi has shoved your head – actually no – your entire body down from where you’d been sitting beside her, to under the table so your approaching ex-boyfriend/fuckbuddy didn’t see you.

“Sunmi,” hearing his low voice has automatically sent a signal to your heart mucles to start contracting and pump blood in to your veins faster as your breathing picks up.

“On your lunch break now?”

“Yeah. Lee gave me an hour this time,” the scoff is clear in his voice as you listen from under the table, “something about ‘becoming a statue if I didn’t stretch my limbs.’”

“He’s not wrong you drip. Still a mystery to me how you can sit at that desk and be able to walk afterwards.”

“I’ll have you know,” the screech of the chair across from Sunmi has you muttering curses under your breath as you realise that Yoongi is pulling out a chair to take a seat, “my limbs work just fine. Especially my hips.” The flirtatious tone is evident and you know that he’s trying to bag Sunmi.

He has been ever since you guys broke up. Actually that’s putting it way too politely. He broke up with you. That’s right. He broke up with you because he’d been spending too much time at work – voluntarily. Working at a music production label was not something you had thought that one would want to do overtime. But Yoongi was different. He loved his job as an associate producer for one of the hip-hop duo that the company managed. Which meant that his job was a very important one and included too many responsibilities for you to count or remember. You just had met him because one of your friends – Sunmi to be exact – had set you up on a blind date with a co-worker of her own – Kim Seokjin. He was handsome, polite, held a higher position than Yoongi and actually was his boss for some time before he had been promoted once again but this time – as a partner of the company.

Seokjin came from an affluent family and possessed the funds to be able to have a partnership with a music production company at such a young age. That was partially why Sunmi had begged for you to go out on a date with him. You had just graduated and were working as a waitress while you scoured the web for jobs as a speech pathologist. So one day you decided, why not? If nothing else, the 29 year old could be your sugar daddy that you desperately needed right now. Judge all you want.

But alas, instead of dating your potential boyfriend/sugar daddy, you’d been roped in to a relationship – that sounds like a nicer way to put the relationship you had with Yoongi – you’d end up meeting Yoongi at both of their workplace when you’d visited Seokjin upon his request to have lunch after your first date. And since that day – you’d never felt so sexually frustrated than when you were in the presence of that man. Yoongi had given you bedroom eyes the whole time you’d been trying to pay attention to whatever Seokjin had been trying to say. Don’t get you wrong, Seokjin was beautiful and you were attracted to him. You were. But the kind of attraction you had to Yoongi as he watched you from behind Seokjin, sitting on the table behind where the two of you sat for your lunch – it had you sweaty and slick between your legs in record time.

So the next day you’d apologised to Seokjin and said that you were too busy looking for a job to date someone seriously and that if he could wait, then you would happily want to continue getting to know each other after you felt left less worried about being jobless… and getting wet at the thought of his employee between your legs. And the day after that, you’d asked Sunmi for Yoongi’s number and fucked him in a bathroom stall of the bar that both of you had met at later that evening. Well, it had mostly been him fucking the daylights out of you while you’d tried to catch your breath. You’d thought that maybe he would have reservations about getting involved with his boss’s date. But nope. He’d put out faster than you had anticipated and had your legs spread in the bathroom stall not even three hours later.

And after 4 months of a unhealthily sexual relationship that sometimes felt like a real one and sometimes felt like being friends with benefits – the bastard had broken things off. So what had you done as revenge? That’s right – gone back to Seokjin, your current boyfriend that you were very much happy with. As long as you avoided Yoongi. He melted your brain and made you into a nymphomaniac who wanted to jump his bones. So here you were, hiding under a table – trying to avoid the man who brought you so close to being disloyal to your picture perfect boyfriend. But him flirting with your best friend was only making it harder because this senseless jealousy that you should not be feeling was bubbling up like a volcano.

“Ah hahaha… yeah, uh good joke.” Sunmi’s fake nervous laugh was too obviously fake so you tap her leg in warning that she was being weird which was not good when Yoongi was around. He was a master at reading people and figuring them out. He knew exactly what they meant and wanted or didn’t and that’s what also made him great in bed. Fuck. You were thinking about him in bed again. Naked. His thi-

“Shut up!” You whispered a little too loudly at your own brain before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi sounded confused and you hiped to the lord above that Sunmi could weave herway out of this.

“S-Sorry,” she fakes laugh again, just a smidge better than the last one, “this song is stuck in my head since yesterday. The one that you’ve been working on actually.” Nice save.

“Oh yeah?” The flirtatiousness in his smug tone had you frowning again. Ugh he was such a slut.

“Yup. Totally,” then she proceeds beautifully hm the tune of the track he must have been working on. God, your best friend had a voice of an angel. And fucking sexy. Guess Yoongi must have thought the same too because the next thing he does is ask her back to his studio. Which is equivalent to; let’s fuck in Yoongi speak. You knew because he’d told you about his previous lays whenever he needed to relieve himself.

“Uhh haha yeah.. uh sure why not.”

“Well, I’m going to go ‘stretch my limbs’ like Lee said, enjoy your lunch gorgeous.” You can almost hear him wink.

Making sure he’s gone, Sunmi then taps you that the coast is clear so you can come up and straighten your back that has started to cramp. And while you’re rolling your shoulder blades to get the cramps out – you finally see the flush on her face.

“What the fuck Sunmi!”

“What?” She whisper-yells right back. “Don’t blame me for responding to his sex eyes, bitch. He’s hot.”

“Ugh, I know. I need to go see my man now. I swear Yoongi’s like a contagious disease for me.”

“Girl,” Sunmi sighs, “I don’t know how you do it. Coming here to see Seokjin-ssi while he breathes here too. Especially since you’ve had that dic-”

“Okay! See you later. Love you, bye!” You scurry out of there before she can finish her sentence and remind you that you indeed have. And you needed to stay loyal to your man who took off time whenever you had your period to look after you. Yes. Seokjin was that kind of sweet and you loved him for it.

Taking the elevator up to the level where his office was, you make your way to his office after the receptionist greets you politely and you smile right back. She was so cute. But when you find it absolutely empty, your eyebrows are furrowing, scrolling through your text messages to see if he mentioned anywhere that he won’t be in the office at this time. But you come up short so instead, you ask his PA when you step outside to look around – thinking maybe he’s lurking there anywhere. Your Jin was a sweet, social butterfly. It won’t be the first time he’s gone on a round to say hello to everyone on their lunch break while you’ve waited in his office.

“Oh he’s just gone to get lunch with Woo PD-nim. Would you like me to order some lunch for you to be brought to the office Ma’am?”

“No that’s okay,” you smile back, “I already ate. I’ll just be waiting then.”

You’re making your way back to the office – which was past a corridor to decrease the level of noise from the reception on days when it was crowdy. Opening the door you step inside and begin closing the door before a foot has wedged between the small space that remained between the door and the wall.

“What-” Yoongi has pushed inside the office, pushing you slightly so you stumble back a few steps while he locks the door behind him.

“What are you doing?!” The disbelief in your voice is clear but Yoongi seems to not care at all, only bringing a finger to his lips slowly while a sly smile takes place on his beautiful mouth. Fuck, you needed to focus.

“You thought you could avoid me, y/n?” you’re walking backwards – a reflex when yoongi’s predatory gaze is watching your every move while he walks forward.

“Y-You can’t be in here.”

“Oh I can’t?” His condescending tone makes you angry and wet all at the same time. You’ve hit the edge of Jin’s desk now while Yoongi has continued to walk forward until he’s right there – less than a step away. Then his gaze flickers down to your chest.

“Your nipples seem to want me here.” When he looks back up, you’ve all but been holding your breath, eyes furrowed as you look at him questioningly, afraid of what he’ll do. What he’ll make you do. But most of all – what you know you won’t fight enough to not do.

“J-Jin will be here any minute. What the fuck do you want?” His hands go beside you on either sides, trapping you between his taller frame as he leans his head down to look you directly in your eyes.

“That’s exactly what I want.” Huh?

“What?”

“To fuck you.” You gasp at the word that’s been whispered so close to your mouth. His chest is almost rubbing against your hardened nipples and all your body seems to be able to do right now is just stay still and listen to his hoarse, rumbling voice.

“W-What is wrong with you? You were just flirting with Sunmi!” the rage that provokes you to accuse him like you two still had a connection, was automatic. But your stomach drops when you see the knowing smile slowly creeping up on his face and you realise your mistake.

You just outed yourself.

“So you werelistening to us.” Your eyes flicker everywhere but at him, knowing that you’ve clearly exposed yourself but not being help it when the lie escapes your mouth again, trying to avoid having your nose bump with his own when he keeps inching closer. Surrounding and cornering you until you break.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His laugh at your response is almost sounding innocent. Pure. But when he spins you around so fast, pushing you roughly on Jin’s desk to flip your skirt up you realise – there is no out from this. And you were too weak of a woman to fight your way out. You were already consumed by the carnal lust he awoke in you and the arousal that Yoongi could probably clearly see through your white lace panties was proof of that.

You’re whimpering as he pushes your cheek against the desk and perches your ass up a little more so it stuck out obscenely for him.

“Look at that. You’re soaking wet.” He tsks as his hands run all over your ass, the coarse hands that worked in his studio on his music board or a piano, caressed the supple flesh of your ass while you could only whimper – your hands by your sides. Not stopping him. Not pushing him. Just feeling him grope your ass with his large, veiny hands.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whimper and you know you’re not sounding convincing, “s-stop. I have a boyfriend now- ah!” His hand strikes a cheek of your ass and your pathetic pleading had stopped as soon as his palm had met your flesh; replaced with what could only be described as high pitched moan. Yoongi knew you inside out. He knew that you were filthy and you liked it rough. You loved it when he spanked you when you two had been seeing each other and he was using it to his advantage. Fucking asshole.

“Yeah? Then why is your pussy dripping?” to emphasise his point, he’s roughly using his index and middle finger together to push the sodden material of your white panties inside your clenching pussy, making you bite down on your lip before another needy whimper is fighting its way out from your mouth. Fuck you needed to stop this. Seokjin could be here any minute.

What the fuck was wrong with you? The first thought in your mind was that you could get caught; not that what you were doing was so, so wrong. You loved Jin. Your sweet, sweet Jin who made love to you. Who showed you that pure and gentle sex was so much more than what you had thought it would be: boring. But with him it wasn’t. And yet you couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth when Yoongi’s fingers pushed in deep, pushing your panties with them inside you.

“I-I want Jin now. I’m not who you used fuck a-anymore.” Yoongi only snickers before striking your other cheek, the flesh of your ass beautifully rosy.

“Oh you’re not? You’re a good girl now are you?” And all you can do is dumbly nod like that makes a difference. You knew you were losing the battle – and intentionally. There was something fucked up about the relationship you both had that was going to remain there forever. Because whenever Yoongi was around, you lost all inhibitions, your moral compass vanishing while only your insatiable sex drive remained. And that is precisely why you avoided him at all costs.

He was scissoring your pussy with his fingers while your white panties – soaked beyond belief – continuously pushed inside along with them creating that extra, delicious pang of friction. And all you could do was weakly murmur ‘stop’ but moan right after each one making him chuckle like the sadistic bastard he was.

“Y-Yoongi- mm – J-Jin will be- ah! – back any moment.” But it made no difference to him and he made sure to tell you that.

“There’s the little slut I know,” you gasp against sleek desk that your scorching cheek was pressed against – your pussy dripping even more as he used the shameful term to address you. “Only worried about being caught. You’re not a good girl after all, huh?”

His chuckle is the only thing louder than your panting. You push your hands behind you, blindly trying to retaliate but instead Yoongi only takes things further by pushing gripping both your wrists in his own and tugging you backwards – almost bowing your back like a crossbow before he’s hissing in your ear all the while he’s fingering your pussy.

“Listen here, y/n. You’re going to get down on your knees, open my belt and put that heavenly mouth on my cock – and suck it.” The grip that he’s holding your hands with is bound to leave a bruise, already making them ache while you listen to him with a hazy gaze and mouth falling open. Too drunk with lust that you’d lost even your voice. But he still had more to say. “You’re going to let me fuck this tight mouth in your precious boyfriend’s office until I cum. Until my cum is dribbling down your face. You know why?”

You let out a dry sob when his fingers slip out of your sodden core and slide down to your clit, “Because I know you want it. Your pussy wants it. Because you’re a cock slut who can’t help herself and stay satisfied with one man.” And it’s worse because at the mention of Jin, you’re really starting to cry now. And not only because it was wrong for you to betray him like this – but because Yoongi was right. You needed to be ravaged. You wanted to be used like a sex doll and fuck hard. You wanted to be humiliated and everything that you can’t imagine Jin would ever do. He would probably run the other way if he found out how much of a horny slut you were. Ready to impale yourself on Yoongi’s cock. In Jin’s office.

“Now get on your knees before your Jin comes back.” He roughly pulls back, finally letting your back slump against the desk to rest for a few moments from the painful angle he had it bent at. But Yoongi is impatient and doesn’t want to wait any longer because he’s grabbing you by the hair – hard enough to sting just a little more than usual – and pushing you to your knees.

“Hurry your slutty ass up, y/n. You want me to go find Sunmi and have her make me cum?” Pathetically and with no shame, you’re shaking your head ‘no’ reaching for his belt as you fish out his hard, vascular and incredibly girthy cock. It was long like his fingers and the veins made the ridges in the length. Hi balls sit heavy behind the base as the red, angry tip leaks precum that has your mouth drooling. And just when you’re about to take him in your mouth – he pushes your head back none too gently.

“Pull down your top. I want to see your tits.” And like a paid street whore, you oblige, pulling down the spaghetti straps of your tank top, letting your breasts away freely. You’re not even fully done with pulling the tank right beneath your breasts – it was a little snug on your bust – that he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving his cock deep inside your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. You weren’t prepared and the unexpected intrusion has you gagging around it while Yoongi lets out a deep sigh – as if he’s finally been relieved of a great burden. And then he’s pulling back, only to slam back inside. Again and again and again. Relentless and merciless. Just how you liked. Fuck.

“You love this don’t you? Huh? Letting me fuck your mouth. You miss the taste of my cock baby? Or you’re too good after having the rich boy’s dick?” He’s asking you all these questions in his accusing tone as if you can respond. Because at the moment, you are only holding on to his thighs as he uses your mouth, pushing in deep every single time that you’re nestled against his pubic hair whenever he slams back in. You can tell that he’s getting close because he’s lost all control over his breathing; he’s panting and a bit too loudly and the fear that you could get caught has you bringing up your hands to his balls – massaging them to help him over his peak.

And it’s also sending a trickle of arousal leaking past your pussy that you’re letting a man who isn’t your boyfriend, your ex fuck buddy, use your mouth to get off. Fuck you were messed up.

Saliva is dripping past your mouth and Yoongi’s strong hold on your hair has softened just enough for you to stop holding his thighs and bring your hands to wrap around his length while your mouth sucks the mushroom head. “Fuck, just like that. Yeah baby. You like sucking my cock don’t you? You miss it?” and like a good girl, you’re nodding as you suck him off. Twisting your hands around his length while your lips work his head like a pornstar.

“Fuck yeah. Daddy’s gunna cum. Your slutty mouth is so good. Been practicing on your vanilla boyfriend have you? Fuckkk.” His head is thrown back and you’re glad that you don’t have to verbally or physically answer that. Because you haven’t been. Jin was a big eater. And by that you mean: pussy. He loved going down on you and he never expressed too much interest in you reciprocating. And you weren’t sure how to tell him that you liked sucking cock. Every single time you thought of telling him, you felt dirty and improper so you always ended up stalling.

But that was exactly it. You were dirty and improper. At least in bed. You liked sucking cock and you absolutely loved that Yoongi never hesitated but even pushed you to suck his. But you knew that you were just trying to justify the fact that you’re cheating on your boyfriend. But thankfully, Yoongi is close because your mouth is filling up with the constant dribble of the pre-cum, more now than before and before you know it, he’s growling out his release and filling your mouth until the white substance flows over.

“Fuck! That’s so good. You’re a good cock sucker.” He’s pulling you off him by pushing against your head again when you continue to softly bob your head up and down his still hardened length and you come off with an obscene ‘pop’

And you both just stare at each other. Yoongi with a smirk on his ace while he catches his breath, looking down at you. And you – cum covering your chin and dripping down to your tits while you also heave in breaths like you’re never going to breathe again. Your gaze flickers over to the clock and you know that lunch break ends in exactly 20 minutes. The internal sigh is of relief. Relief that you both will have enough time to get yourselves together before Jin was here. Gosh. You were a slut. And you were loving and hating it at the same time. But of course, Yoongi had other plans.

“Rub my cum on your tits.” Your eyes widen at his request when you see his hand back on his length and instead of putting it away – he’s stroking himself back in to a painfully hard erection. “Go on, y/n. I know you love smelling like me.” You wanted to correct him and say ‘loved’ because you two were no longer together. You were not his anymore. But guess what you do? You look him straight in the eyes with your glazed ones, bite your bottom lip and lazily gather his cum from the top of your chest before rubbing the semen all over your tits. Massaging them just the way he liked it.

“That’s right,” he’s whispering now, sounding like he’s in a trance while you throw your head back, eyes closed, “rub it all over your nipples. So when he sucks your tits tonight, he’s tasting your recent fuck. And that’s not him.” Your eyes are shooting open and so is your mouth. Half in surprise of his words and half in arousal as you pinch your nipples and moan your pleasure. Yoongi bends down, picking you up to set you down on the desk while you keep rubbing your tits, pulling your nipples and pushing them together tantalisingly to tease him further. And he simply shuts down your smirk by taking your mouth. Lips encasing your own in a messy, sloppy kiss. So passionate that it feels like you’ve been apart without choice but in fact; it was by choice. At least his anyway.

His hands have now replaced your own, thumbs rubbing your nipples in small circles while your legs go around his waist, pulling him in while you both make out like you’re not on the clock, running on thin ice when it comes to time. And just then, the phone is ringing on the desk, making you pull back from Yoongi so fast you could give professional marathon runners a run for their money. Fearing it might be Jin, you lean backwards – Yoongi still kissing and sucking bruises in your neck – and press the speaker button.

“Ma’am?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Mr Kim send his apologies for being late but he is on his way back now. Should be back within 20 minutes.” You’re holding your breath as Yoongi bends down to take a nipple in his mouth, hoping to lord that your reply won’t be giving you away to Jin’s PA.

“Alright, thank you.” As soon as the line is dropped, you’re pushing Yoongi back, glancing at the clock that says that everyone’s lunch break is probably over in 5 minutes.

“Y-You need to go. Jin will be here soon.” To that, he looks at you as if you’re a naïve child, staring at you for a few moments before bursting out in laughter. And then he’s grabbing your hair again, tilting your head back before his face is displaying nothing but rage as he hisses his reply out.

“You think I’m going anywhere without fucking this pussy? Your cunt is calling for me my dear, sweet, y/n. Stop pretending that you aren’t a slut.” His words are making you horny but angry at the same time. He was the slut who went around offering your best friend to sleep with him before this.

“Takes one to know one.” His smirk diminishes slightly and you bet that it’s because he didn’t expect you to talk back. But you’re regretting the words slipping past your mouth, very very quickly. Because Yoongi is once again, not one to allow back talk.

“You’re going to regret saying that, y/n.” He’s shaking his head while he’s pushing up your skirt, wiping the defiant look right off your face when you see that five minutes have already passed and that Seokjin will be here soon.

“Wh- Wait. Yoongi s-stop.” But yet you make no move to stop him when he yanks your panties aside, pushing your knees up to your chest, making you lie back down on the table.

“Right.” He scoffs. “Like you actually want me to? Do you?” He’s rubbing the head of his cock on your inflamed pussy lips, looking you direct in the eyes while he’s hovering over you. Your pussy is dripping, your heart is beating fast and you swear on everything that is holy that you’ve never been this turned on in your life. Knowing that you’re about to be fucked in your boyfriend’s office, on his desk, by a man that wasn’t him. That was Yoongi. One who at some point you had thought you loved. But lust has won you over and in this moment, you’re not thinking rationally. You’re just a woman who wants to be fucked.

So you’re shaking your head, spreading your legs further, being well aware that you make not get out of this without being caught. “No.”

Yoongi pretends to not here your whisper and raises his eyebrows in question, “what was that?”

“No,” you whimper desperately, “I want you to fuck me. Fuck my pussy like you always did d-daddy. Tear me apart.” You haven’t even finished your sentence that Yoongi has pushed in to the hilt; the girth of his cock stretching you open with a slight burn that makes you mewl. And then he’s fucking you like you want to be fucked. Rough. Raw. Animalistic. The only noises in the room are your whiny moans, skin slapping on skin as his balls hit your ass again and again as he bottoms out in his ruthless pace.

Your head is thrown back, your arms are resting beside it on either side and your mouth is open while you’re being dragged forwards and backwards with the force of Yoongi’s pistoning inside your pussy. “I knew you would come back to me. I knew you would always remain a slut for cock that can tear your pussy apart. And only I can do that can’t I slut?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you’re moaning out loud as each ‘yeah’ is separated by a thrust of his cock that nudges in deep inside your pussy, resting near your cervix. It’s a burn and you know that not all women enjoy it. But you did. You liked the pain and the pleasure. And you wanted nothing more than to just lay here and let Yoongi fuck you until you died. Because it felt so, so good. So good that you’d lost track of time. Only listening to Yoongi’s heavy breathing as he pounds away at your pussy.

“I’m going to cum inside this cunt and you’re going to walk around with it inside you. I want him to touch your pussy and find it wet and filled with cum from a man that’s not him.” He’s growling and watching your contorted face, tears streaming down it. Yoongi unbends your legs while he continues to fuck you – although slightly slower as he adjusts your legs. And now that they point upwards as he holds them open at your knees, you can feel every single ridge of his cock as it slides inside your swollen pussy again. By opening your legs wider and further, you can feel him hit thatspot that has you seeing stars. The delicious curve of his cock is rubbing on your g-spot and all you can do is shake your head side to side as you hold your fist to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming blooding murder.

And that’s a mistake as well. You’re making a lot of those today. And the worse part – Yoongi takes advantage of it, just like he does of everything when it comes to you.

“Keep looking,” He’s still pounding his cock in you as you shake your head, closing your eyes in defiance while sobbing quietly – trying to contain your pleasure.

“Open your fucking eyes y/n. And look at that picture.” And that’s the first time a tear leaves your eye that’s not because of how good your pussy feels with Yoongi fucking you like there is no tomorrow. It’s because of the frame on Jin’s desk – that’s rattling from the force of Yoongi’s thrusts – with a picture of you and him inside it.

“How does it feel to have a cock inside you that’s not his? Huh?” You say nothing but continue to sob with the pleasure, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter instead of turning you off. Because you’re fucked up and looking at the frame of your boyfriend and you on your first vacation does make you mad at yourself for doing this – but it makes you even more aroused. You’re horny beyond belief.

“Tell me slut. Tell me you love my cock inside your cunt. That only I can make your pussy wet like this.” And that’s the last straw because you’re not holding back anymore. Letting the words come out as you watch his cock slide inside your pussy again and again and again. Everything on the desk rattling as your tits sway.

“I love your cock. I l-love it in my c-cunt,” you’re sobbing as he speeds up at you locking eyes with him while he brings a hand to your throat, holding it tight enough to constrict your air supply but not enough that you can’t talk, “y-you make me so wet y-yoongi. I-I’m your slut. I always w-want y-your cock d-daddy.”

And just when you think you’re about to explode, you can hear voices outside in the corridor that sound suspiciously close to Jin and his co-worker that he’d gone to lunch with. And like the horny slut you are, the idea that your boyfriend is probably right outside and your ex is fucking you in a chokehold is enough for your pussy to let go. You’re coming so hard and in a flash, Yoongi is pulling you off the desk, turning you around to bend you over it just like he had earlier – all the while your pussy is pulsing and dripping from your orgasm that doesn’t seem to be ending – and pushes back inside you from behind. Setting a rapid pace once again while his hand covers your mouth just in time for your screaming as you keep convulsing and coming around his cock that is pounding away.

You’re thankful that Yoongi has realised that you two don’t have time to take it slow anymore because he’s working his cock inside you fast like he wants to cum as quick as possible. The desk is still rattling but there is no helping it when Yoongi is going as hard as he is.

Your cries are muffled by his hand and the sound of his balls slapping on your pussy are loud and obscene. You’re praying to god – you’re not even sure if he’ll listen to you for being such a whore – that Jin isn’t near the door or he’ll be able to sense that something strange is going on with the creaking of his desk and the slapping of the skin on skin.

“Hurry Yoongi,” you mumble tiredly, moaning when he’s building you towards another orgasm rapidly again. His hold on your mouth had slackened and you can see the sweat dripping down the side of his handsome face, the sharp V of his hips evident from where his dress pants hang open while he works his cock inside you.

And then your worst fears come to life when the door handle rattles.

“Huh? I didn’t lock it.” Jin’s voice is muffled but you can hear it clearly when he tries to open the handle again.

Yoongi looks nowhere near panicked while your face must look like you’ve seen a ghost when you plead with him through eyes to just finish already. Instead, smirks and continues to pound your cunt – but even harder that your eyes are rolling back and a moan is leaving your mouth in surprise.

“Y/n? Are you inside baby?”

“J-Just a minute, hon. I’m in the bathroom.” You’re hoping he’s buying your lie. Yoongi has pushed your leg on the desk, opening you up again as he slows down for a moment before speeding up again, jamming his cock inside your quivering and sensitive pussy over and over while you hold on for dear life – and hope that you don’t lose your boyfriend today.

“Ah okay. That’s alright babe. I’ll get a key from Yebin.” Your understanding boyfriend is walking away as you can tell from his steps probably to retrieve a key from his PA to come in. And finally, Yoongi’s pace has frantically increased while you push back to meet his cock halfway, moaning like a porn star because of the short window you two have gotten with Jin going to the reception desk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” shamelessly moaning while you watch his hips push in to yours, “cum in my pussy daddy. Please give your slut your yummy cum.” You’re almost whining and finally, Yoongi is cursing under his breath and spilling inside your pussy while you simultaneously cum on his cock. Both of your fluids are dripping out of your pussy, making a mess on Jin’s desk as white has covered your swollen pussy.

Hastily, you pull your top back up while Yoongi zips himself quickly, running a hand through his hair all the while he inspects you. You don’t look at him. You don’t even acknowledge that he’s there. Because the shame has started to set in and instead, you just run to the bathroom that’s attached to Jin’s office – leaving Yoongi to his own devices. He could get out of this mess that he created himself.

When you do lock yourself inside the bathroom – the lights turn on automatically because of the motion sensors. And what you see is your swollen lips, lipstick smeared on your face, cum dried on your chest while your hardened nipples are poking through the tank top – with wet rings around them from Yoongi’s saliva and the cum. Your hair is a mess and most of all, you look like you’ve been gangbanged. You’ve just cheated on your boyfriend with your ex, in his office, on his desk, beside the picture of you and him on vacation. And you’d loved every second of it.

Your pussy is buzzing and hot when you bring a hand down to cup yourself through your soiled panties. And you’re horny all over again.

And what do you do? Spend the next ten minutes, rubbing your clit until you cum.

Too bad you’d forgotten that there were cameras in Jin’s Office.

a/n: if you still have bad feelings about this fic, say it to me respectfully and i will listen. otherwise, im being mean right back!!1!! jk im sensitive plz be nice.

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts suga #yoongi fanfic #tw: cheating

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roman-deserves-love · 6 years ago

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Go To Sleep Goddammit

Hey so @officialwaterfairy I'm your secrets santa for @marsupials-of-mars' SS. The cuddles aren't until like 2/3 of the way through I'm sorry.

~1.6k words

Pairings- Prinxiety(could be platonic? I guess?)

Triggers- none of the top of my head, food mention, lack of sleep I guess?

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There were two (2) things about himself that Virgil Calavera would go to any length to prevent his roommates from knowing.

1. His middle name. Keeping that a secret was easy enough, as driving made him too anxious to even consider doing something that would require him to show his driver’s license. He suspected Logan knew, mainly because what didn’t Logan know, and he was the one who talked to the landlord and filled out paperwork on the behalf of all four of them, and thereby most likely had seen a fair amount of Virgil’s records.

2. The dread fact that, when Virgil was extremely tired, he got, as loathe as he was to say it, affectionate. Capital ‘a’, capital ‘ffectionate’. Not in the verbally affectionate way, oh no, that would be too easy. Rather, when he was sleep-deprived, Virgil was like a cat. An alarmingly cuddly cat. That was more difficult to hide, as Virgil had an oh-so slight (though Patton would certainly contest that) tendency to not sleep.

Now, usually Virgil was aware of his tired self’s antics, and kept to his room when he hadn’t slept, though that may have also been because if he left he knew that Patton would find him, lecture him, and convince him to sleep with one of his Patton-tented (heh) Dad Looks™, and Virgil didn’t want the father figure to have to waste time parenting him.

Fortunately, on this particular night, Patton was out at work, as well as, to his knowledge, Logan and Roman. Knowing this, Virgil felt comfortable hauling himself away from where he had been editing his third draft for the last ten consecutive hours to stuff some sustenance in his food hole so his hunger pangs, which had been distracting him, to go away so he could retreat back to his room and keep revising. Of course, before he’d been editing his draft, he’d been writing it, which meant that over the last two and a half days, he’d gotten one, count it up, one, uno, one singular hour of sleep, so, as one could expect, he was really fucking tired.

Virgil slogged into the kitchen and opened the pantry, peering at the meager offerings it had to provide. A sandwich would require a measure of effort Virgil was unwilling to expend in his current state of exhaustion, so that was out. Was that a Pringles can? Yes, but it was tragically empty. Damn it, Remy. It’s not even your apartment. He glanced at the rest of the kitchen. The bowl full of fruit that Patton insisted on buying was empty, and from where he was standing, he could see a cereal box stuffed haphazardly into the trashcan, ruling out that as an option. For a kitchen stocked by two different parental figures and the most high maintenance person this side of the century, there was shockingly little. Whatever, coffee’ll stave off the hunger. Damn necessary bodily functions. Alas, they were also out of instant, and as stated, Virgil was not in the mood to put time into his food. He wanted something quick and lazy, like the damn millennial he was. A random-ass tumblr post popped into his head, something about water tricking the stomach into feeling full. Virgil privately thanked god for the internet, helping sleep-deprived writers work since whenever the hell the internet was created. Virgil didn’t give a shit, he just wanted to retreat back to his room, so he could work, and his editor would get off his ass about deadlines.

As he stepped away from the pantry, tearing his eyes away from the spot above the dust-gathering oven that he just now realized he’d been staring blankly at for the last minute, a decidedly unexpected voice sound came from the doorway between the living room and kitchen. “Fancy seeing you here, Johnny Depp-ressing. You’ve been in your lair for the last four days.”

Virgil grunted at the figure before him, before responding in a voice gravelly from disuse and lack of sleep. “First of all, Princey, don’t compare me to that asshole. Second of all, it’s been maybe three days since I came out. Maybe.”

The prince arched an eyebrow, his face displaying a look of… was that concern? Virgil had always assumed that Roman hated him, since all he ever did was give him insulting nicknames and mock his admittedly cliché style. Whatever, Virgil was too tired, and his deadlines were too close to bother with reflecting on the actions of the regal man still standing in the doorway. As he considered this, he didn’t notice Roman opening his mouth to speak again, snapping his fingers in the emo’s face “Virgil? You there? You’re staring at me.”

Virgil snapped back out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m good. And if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work,” He attempted to push past Princey back towards his room, ready to call this excursion a failure and get back to work. Instead, he bumped directly into Roman, who was now blocking Virgil from getting to the stairs, and thereby his room and his laptop. So, ignoring his tired lizard brain telling him how warm Roman was, he squinted up at the taller man and tried (operative word being ‘tried’) to push him out of the way. “Dude, let me through. I have shit to do, my revised draft is due in a week and I’m only through chapter five.”

Roman pushed him back gently, placing a hand on each shoulder and taking a good, long look at Virgil’s present state of dishevel. Virgil would never admit it, but his Lizard Brain™ pouted at being taken away from the heat. “You, you self-destructive storm cloud, are going nowhere except to bed. God, when was the last time you slept? You look dead, Virgil,” Virgil opened his mouth to protest that he was fine, that he had shit to do, but Roman beat him to it. “I am perfectly aware that you have work to do, J. K. Scowling, but if you push yourself you will burn out, I can promise you. If you won’t sleep, then at least do something besides write. I know I’m hardly one to talk about creating too much, but this isn’t healthy, Virgil.”

God, Roman clearly didn’t get how editing worked, but whatever. “Fine, but I’m going to my room. I’ll just scroll through Tumblr for a while or something,” Virgil fibbed, ducking out of Roman’s arms, and walking to the staircase. “Happy?”

Unfortunately, before he could get to the stairs, Roman grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. “Oh no you don’t, Goth Dun. If you go up to your room, you’ll just go back to work. You need a break, Virgil. I’m not making this up to annoy you, I’m trying to help, so just let me Goddammit!”

Virgil wrenched his arm out of Roman’s grasp and stalked over to the couch, crossing his arms like a petulant child as he sat. “Fine, Princey. I’ll take a break. If I can’t go to my room, what should I do? Twiddle my thumbs? Hunt for food that doesn’t exist?”

Roman displayed a grin that made Virgil wish he hadn’t said anything. “Why, Angstella McCartney, I thought you’d never ask!” Roman quickly walked over to the DVD case, humming to himself as he did so. After a minute of rummaging and awkward silence, Roman finally brandished a DVD in the air triumphantly. “Ah-ha! I knew the devil couldn’t hide from me!” He stood up and pivoted towards Virgil, still waving the disk. “Since you asked so nicely what you could do, I would propose that we watch a movie, so that I can ensure that Dad-vid Beckham doesn’t find you keeled over on your laptop because you, Sunshine, worked yourself to death. And for our viewing entertainment,” he turned and slid the disk into the video player, “A true classic- The Little Mermaid.”

Virgil groaned. He liked one (1) animated movie musical, and it was decidedly not the tale that Roman had decided was to keep him from ‘overworking himself’ and ‘keeling over’. Whatever. An hour or two couldn’t hurt too much, could it? And Roman was being far nicer than usual, and Virgil would hate to waste this window of kindness. “Fine, but I’m warning you, Brenin, if you start singing, I will yeet myself out the goddamn window.”

“Roger that, Calavera,” Roman plopped onto the couch besides Virgil and winked at him. (Winked? What the sweet Mary mother of fuck?) “I suppose not singing is a fair price to pay for keeping you out of the hospital.” And with that, he clicked on the movie and the pair spoke no more.

However, as Virgil sat, only half paying attention, his Lizard Brain slowly took over, and he no longer had the wherewithal to fight it. Slowly, slowly, he gradually shifted closer to Roman, who was totally absorbed in the movie, moving so subtly that he himself didn’t even notice until halfway through the movie, when he found himself close enough to hear his roommate’s breathing. Virgil found himself wondering what the worst thing that could happen would be if he were to scoot just a tad bit closer.

He was torn from his thoughts by a pressure around his shoulder. Roman had put an arm around him and was currently tugging Virgil into his side. At this point, Virgil made the wise, well-educated, well-thought-out decision to say, ‘Fuck it’ and leaned in, curling himself into Roman’s side and relaxing, and oh God Roman was so fucking warm, it was like sitting next to a heater, but who gave a fuck? Not him. He was warm, and his Tired Lizard Brain was happy, and Roman was carding his fingers through his hair, and Virgil was so fucking exhausted and so comfortable that when his eyes drifted shut, he didn’t bother stopping them.

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That's all, sorry if it's a little short

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ettadunham · 5 years ago

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A Buffy rewatch 6x06 All the Way

aka not much for the timber

Welcome to this dailyish text post series where I will rewatch an episode of Buffy and go on an impromptu rant about it for an hour. Is it about one hyperspecific thing or twenty observations? 10 or 3k words? You don’t know! I don’t know!!! In this house we don’t know things.

And today’s episode is mostly Dawn-centric and immensely entertaining with a lot of fun bits… up until the moment it’s not. (That’ll be a YIKES from me, @ Willow.)

Truth be told, All the Way took me by a bit of a surprise, because for some reason I misremembered Dawn’s Halloween adventures as a season 7 plot. (It may be the influence of another episode, Him, although that episode is memorable to me for all the wrong reasons.)

But yeah, Dawn sneaking out, and accidentally hooking up with a vampire happens, and I actually kind of love it? Especially the scene with Buffy, where her and Dawn argue about their questionable choices in men. It’s an absolute delight, and Dawn being immediately turned off by the fact that her vamp boo, Justin, thinks that her sister being the Slayer is what makes her special, is just the cherry on top.

And this kind of wonderful banter rooted in the characters and their dynamics, is carried through the whole episode. The opening alone just filled me with joy. Tara interrupting Anya’s accidental inappropriateness in front of Dawn, and then somehow folding it into a lesbian joke. Willow’s outrage at inauthentic witch costumes melting in the face of a tiny child wearing the same. Xander amping up the ridiculousness of his pirate affectation for the sake of some kids, and being absolutely unafraid of being mocked by them. (Also, the eye-patch…) Giles being a sarcastic asshole about Xander to Buffy with later revealing the reason behind his glass-cleaning habits, and making meta commentary about how if something happens on Halloween, it’ll involve them anyway – much to Buffy’s chagrin, who was trying to quietly take off under the pretense of patrolling, instead of helping out with the wrapping. She also laments how much easier it has been to talk with Spike when he was trying to kill her all the time.

At the end of the day, Anya is extremely happy with all the traffic they had at the shop, and seeing her enthusiasm apparently momentarily wakes Xander up from his fear of commitment, just enough to announce their engagement. Only for him to get once again absolutely overwhelmed by everything, once they start talking about the whole marriage thing. (Hey, Xander, isn’t that supposed to be the whole idea of getting engaged?)

Oh, boy. But there’ll be time enough to analyze Xander’s issues, and how I sympathize with them. (I know, hot take. Except for the part of how he’s handling the post-Hell Bells situation, because that I do not have an excuse for. Own your baggage and the damage you inflict with it, my dude.)

Xander and Anya’s relationship isn’t the only one with cracks appearing in it though. Nope, this is also the episode where Tara starts seriously questioning Willow’s practices, and it gets… bad. It’s real bad.

Okay, so, it starts off rather innocently. Willow does a spell to decorate the house for the engagement party. Tara and Giles share a look, and Tara later gently tries to broach the subject with Willow, that maybe she didn’t need to do a spell for that. They could’ve just bought the decorations if they wanted.

Now, truthfully, the spell itself is rather harmless. Sure, when it comes to house party decorations, part of the fun is the decorating itself, but Anya liked it, and she and Xander are the ones this party is about anyway. But Willow’s defensiveness shows the underlining problem – she has absolutely no restraint or hang-ups about using magic in any situation. And given the amount of power she wields now, and her already existing character traits of wanting to mold the world to her liking, that’s a bit concerning.

Using magic to solve her problems is not a new phenomenon for Willow. Remember, in season 3 she tried to do a “delusting” spell on her and Xander without his knowledge or consent. And in Something Blue, her spell was supposed to cure her heartache in a moment’s notice.

Those spells of course misfired, and so we were mostly left with sympathy for Willow in these instances. I mean, who wouldn’t want to just poof their confusing, self-destructive impulses and pain away? But we can’t. The only way out is through.

Except Willow actually has the power now to change reality to her liking. She could phase hundreds of people into another dimension, just to make finding Dawn easier. Sure, it’s a ridiculous amount of risk for such a small convenience, and obviously no one at the club consented to it, but she can do it. More notably, she absolutely would do it.

Previously I commented about how Giles seemed to have told no one about his confrontation with Willow in 6x03, but he may have talked to someone about it after all – Tara. At the very least, Willow certainly thinks that’s the case.

And Willow deep down knows that she’s out of line. That’s why she’s so defensive, and why she didn’t reveal all the details of the resurrection spell. But she doesn’t want to confront those things about herself, and thanks to her powers, she doesn’t have to. She can just poof things away to avoid that.

She can just change Tara to her liking, so she wouldn’t bring it up.

YIKES. SO MANY YIKES.

So, yeah guys. This is it. Our second major storyline involving highly problematic consent.

Well, Buffy essentially is always fighting the rape metaphor, but as I mentioned in my Who Are You? post, there are three plotlines that especially stand out in that respect. Not just because they involve major characters as the victims, but as the actual perpetrators.

This case resembles more the previous instance with Faith and Riley, in that it’s an issue of a lack of informed consent due to magical circumstances. As a result, it may be easier to somewhat detach it from a real world analogue as a viewer, but it’s still what happens. So we’ll need to address it as such.

I will say though, that this storyline at least recognizes its own yikes factor, as opposed to how Riley’s situation is handled. (A reminder: poorly.) Part of it is “helped” by the fact that Tara already has experience in what a controlling environment is. So once she finds out that Willow messed with her memories, she absolutely fucking refuses to let her get away with it. (“I can’t adjust to this, disgust, we’re done…”)

But that’s for tomorrow and after.

Now, since we’re already at the subject, we could also mention the rapey-ness of the high school vamps, but this is nothing new. Again, that’s sort of the point. Buffy is fighting the patriarchy and rape culture, that’s the most obvious metaphor of the vampires throughout the entire series.

The fact that Dawn’s vamp boo seemed nicer than his friend, Mr. “She asked for it”, also reminded me of Reptile Boy. Although, in that case, the nice guy was revealed to be a conniving snake, whereas Justin seemed arguably clueless somewhat about his own predatory aspects. Almost as if he was socialized to think that it was normal to pressure girls into sex, if he was nice about it and maybe even genuinely liked the girls in question…

The episode also ends with Buffy transferring her responsibilities regarding Dawn to Giles. And while regarding the financial problems, I maintain that Giles bailing out Buffy and Dawn was the least he could’ve done, this is where he should’ve set his boundaries.

Alas, that didn’t happen, and no one seems to be aware yet of Dawn’s little stealing problem either.

So, there. That was All the Way. Please take care of yourselves and be mindful of your fellow humans.

#buffy rewatch 2k19 #btvs talk #btvs

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luvknow · 7 years ago

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barista au | han jisung

❝ what’s good ~? welcome to cafe glow!! what would ya like? ❞ ❝ can i just get a cup of water? ❞

HAN JISUNG

night/closing shift cafe au lait all day widely known as “the flirty one” sings/raps nearly every song that comes on the radio gets carried away with talking to the customers for too long

sigh...

dear god.

prepare yourselves for The Closing Shift™

if pairing hyunjin and felix for the same shift was the second worst decision chan and woojin have ever made, then this was the absolute worst.

poor woojin has some of the most extra boys closing with him...

but he wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to do the job.

from dinner to closing, there was about an hour of chill time, where not many customers were in the cafe.

but the boys used this hour to prepare for the rush that would come in without any warning.

jisung was both fast and efficient when taking and making orders, so he was perfect for this shift.

but with the time he saved with his efficiency, he often talked with the boys or the customers and got distracted.

but woojin didn't mind too much because he his friendliness brought in a lot of tips.

although all the boys are handsome in their own ways, the customers tended to gravitate towards and fawn over jisung a little bit more.

it was so noticeable that jisung liked to use it to his advantage in order to milk out some tips.

"here's your order! you beautiful ladies have a wonderful day ~"

"you're so weird..." changbin often teased.

"as if you don't do the same, hypocrite."

you hated that your classes aligned inconveniently with cafe glow's busy hours because you were always stuck with one of the smaller tables with all of you stuff sprawled out.

today, you had been at the cafe for a couple of hours now and wanted something to drink.

it was pretty late and there was no way you wanted coffee, so water would do just fine.

except the line was going impossibly slow.

the other boys were busy making the orders while you saw one talking with a group of girls in front of you, laughing and flirting away.

you weren't angry at the group for having some fun - in fact, you wish you had the courage to flirt around like that, too - it's just that you had a lot of work to do tonight still and waiting in this line wasn't helping your frustration one bit.

the look on your face must have been a sight to see because woojin had to kick jisung to get his attention.

"hey, can you stop flirting for one whole second to help her?" woojin scolded.

"oh, i'm sorry!" he said, rushing over to you. "what would ya like?"

"can i just get a cup of water?" you asked.

"water? that's it!? you don't want any coffee or tea or anything fun?" he teased lightly, flashing you a toothy grin.

"no thanks, i had coffee earlier."

"nonsense, you can't just drink water here at cafe glow! tell you what, let me make you something, and it’s my treat for making you wait so long."

"oh no, that's ok -"

but jisung had already started making your drink before you could finish your sentence.

why was he so persistent!? literally all you wanted was to get a cup of water to refresh yourself and get back to your work, but of course, this boy had to throw off your flow.

you weren’t surprised though, to be honest. your barista looked like someone who would be spontaneous like that.

at least you didn’t have to pay for it.

“here’s your free drink!” he called out.

you took the cup of what you assumed to be some fruity iced tea. it was just the right amount of refreshing to kick you awake, but you really could have survived with just water.

“thanks for this. it’s really good.”

“no problem!!”

“but can i also get a cup of water anyways?”

“eh? for what?”

"so i don’t have to come up and go through this again.”

yikes, that sounded a bit harsher than you intended, but you were just being honest!

you heard woojin and changbin hold back their laughter behind the counter.

with a noticeable pout, jisung went to go get the water you so desired, and now you felt bad...

so you tipped them the same amount that the iced tea cost.

“thank you,” you repeated to jisung, hoping you sounded nicer than before.

“wow, she was completely unaffected by The Han Charm™,” changbin noted. “that’s a first.”

“yeah, what the hell...” he muttered.

“never mind the matter, she tipped us a lot! i like her,” said woojin.

you made a really big impact on jisung with your unimpressed attitude because he couldn’t focus the rest of the night.

he hoped that maybe his anxiousness would disappear as soon as you left the cafe, but you stayed until they closed and had to kick everyone out.

it was a wonder how you were so unaffected by his boyish charm. you were the first to resist it and jisung just couldn’t accept that fact.

maybe he just wasn’t your type? but that was completely ridiculous because jisung was everyone’s type, right!? or so he assumed.

he’ll get to you one day. he’ll make sure of it.

you’ll be smiling, laughing, and blushing all because of him in no time.

you came in again a couple of days later, right after the same inconveniently-timed class.

jisung was busy wiping down a table for a group of giggly girls near the entrance when he saw you walk in and immediately ditched the task to run up behind the counter before one of the other boys could take your order.

you were startled by his urgency.

“what’s up?” he said, panting slightly. “what can i get for you?”

“just a cafe au lait, please.”

“oh, that’s my favorite, too! cafe au lait all day.”

...

did he just rap your order to you?

you cock a brow at jisung in amusement. admittedly, it was very cute and on the inside you wanted to burst out laughing, but that would give away the mysterious demeanor you held, wouldn’t it?

jisung sighed in defeat.

“i’ll go get that for you...”

“thank you ~”

you went to find the best table that was available before you were stuck with another tiny one like last time, but alas, no luck for you.

the barista boy came over with your drink and you thanked him once more and usually workers in food service would get back to work after helping a customer.

but not this one.

this one dared to sit down across from you and stay there after he handed you your drink.

“uh... do you need something from me...?” you asked.

“no! i just wanted to talk,” he began. “so how was your day?”

did your barista really say that he ‘just wanted to talk’?

what was he getting at?

“my day was good...?” even to you, that sounded like a question rather than an answer.

“oh yeah? what did you do today?”

“i went to class and now i’m here.”

“class isn’t fun, so that can’t be the reason why you’re day went well. ah, it must be because you’re here with me, right?” he asked, giving you a flirtatious smirk.

“you’re right.” jisung’s face immediately brightened when he heard you agree. “i love coffee a lot, so that’s definitely the only reason why.”

his face dropped again to a deep pout and you almost feel bad about how much you were enjoying messing with him.

almost.

“how about you? how has your day been?” you asked.

“h-huh?”

in all the times that jisung had been talking to and flirting with his customers, they would usually flirt back or the conversation was just a lot of back and forth complimenting and never had much substance to them.

but none of the customers had ever shown any genuine politeness by simply asking how his day went, too.

and it was coming from you, of all customers, who looked like you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

why were you so mysterious like that!? it wasn’t fair!

“i asked you how your day was,” you repeated, not looking up from your notes on your laptop screen. “i promise i’m listening - i can multitask.”

“oh, am i bothering you?”

jisung could feel his palms start to sweat from being so nervous. you made him extremely nervous because you were so intimidating and he was definitely not used to being around someone like you.

it was kind of exciting for him.

“no,” you shrugged. “i’m almost done.”

“o-oh, well in that case, my day was just all right.”

“that doesn’t sound good.”

“yeah... i woke up late and missed one of my discussion classes that takes attendance.”

“yikes, that’s not good at all.”

“i know. but my day became a lot better now.”

“oh, yeah? that’s good.”

for the first time, you looked up and smiled at him and it made his heart leap into his throat.

“is it because you like working here?” you asked.

“u-uh, yeah! i like it here a lot, actually. i get to meet a bunch of amazing people.”

“me, too.”

your days at cafe glow never changed.

you came in at the same time on the same days for the entire semester and each day was spent almost entirely with jisung, give or take the moments when he actually had to work and help customers and what not.

your time with him was also pretty routine, which mostly consisted of you doing homework or easy note taking that could easily be paired with talking with jisung.

it was surprising how well you two got along.

you thought he was just some flirty asshole who wouldn’t stop bothering you until you gave him your number.

but he really genuinely enjoyed meeting new people and getting to know them, even if you were one of the more difficult customers.

everyone in the cafe could tell how close you two were becoming.

especially all of his frequent regulars, who tried to keep him busy with them until they left the cafe.

“i don’t think they like me,” you scoffed as he rushed back to sit with you.

jisung missed the group of girls glaring at you before walking out the door.

“don’t mind them ~ they just want me all to themselves, that’s all ~ my customers tend to get jealous, but don’t worry! i’ll protect you!”

“oh? can’t imagine why they’d all fight over you,” you teased.

“hey, i’m trying to defend you and all you do is tease me!?”

“i’d hardly call that defending.”

“well anyways... don’t mind them, ok? so what if they don’t like you? i like you, and that’s all that matters.”

a short laugh escaped his lips and jisung thought his ears were deceiving him.

could it be that you actually laughed at something he said...!?

“i like you, too.”

“you’re in love with me, aren’t you?”

“thanks, you ruined it.”

as the semester came to a close, you had to break the news to jisung that your schedule for next semester would be completely different and you wouldn’t be able to see him during his shift anymore.

the weight of your words felt heavy and sank to the pit of his stomach.

it sounded like you were saying good bye to him, as if you’d never see him again.

you were the only customer left in the cafe just minutes before closing time when you told jisung.

he stood right in front of you, worry written all over his adorable face.

“but i’ll see you around though, right...?”

“i can try stopping in from time to time, but i don’t think our schedules match up. i have morning classes, so i don’t have a reason to study here at night anymore.”

“then just come to see me.”

“wouldn’t i be bothering you while you’re working?”

“i can multitask,” he winked, quoting your own words. “besides, it’s not like you haven’t been bothering me at work even when you’re just studying ~”

“if you want me to keep coming in just so you can see me, just say so ~” you teased.

“i do,” jisung admitted. “i want you to keep coming in so i can keep seeing you. please?”

jisung couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the blush creep up on your cheeks. with a confident smile, he dared to push it further.

“i’d miss you a lot.”

all of the unwavering confidence that jisung witnessed throughout the entire semester went out the cafe doors when you buried your blushing face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“ah, you’re so cute ~!” he gushed, pulling you into a tight hug.

“fine, i’ll come in as much as i can...!”

“i’ll hold you to that, you know.”

“i’ll give you my number so you can hold me accountable.”

“wow, i didn’t even have to ask you for your number? i knew it, you’re in love with me.”

“shut up, oh my god.”

#jisung #han jisung #han #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids jisung #skz jisung #stray kids han #skz han #barista au #college au #i like this one a lot jbsjsbjs

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writingsoftheunderworld · 2 years ago

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Purple Portals Are A Hazard OR How To Deal With AU Bullshit When It's Your Job Technically

Summary: Bonnie Bennett was enjoying a quiet day in, cup of hot cocoa in hand, fluffy blanket and her favourite comfort movie ready to begin when her best friend started spamming her phone. Damon Salvatore was dealing with a recent break-up, his first love turned current hell bunking with him for an as yet unforeseen time and a quickly dwindling supply of bourbon.

Neither were prepare for someone to literally fall from the skies - aka broom closet - today, but alas this is the hand they were dealt. Roxy, the having fallen out of a closet person in question meanwhile, seemed to be far more in her depth then anyone thought she should be and enjoying all of this way too much.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 3 (link to AO3)

“What, the fuck, does that mean?” Damon’s voice was so contained that it felt like he was about to explode. It certainly felt like his head was going to do it anyways - there was a sharp pounding in his temple and he could feel a headache coming, vampire healing useless in the face of such bullshit. He stared at the brunette in front of him - Roxy, as she’d just introduced herself, Salvatore - and felt a hysterical laughter catch in his throat, his eyes watering at the corners as he tried to either let it out or stifle it - he didn’t know anymore. Katherine however seemed to not have the same issue as she burst out laughing, her whole body bending at the waist - so powerful and sudden she’d had to catch herself before she fell off the chair. Damon didn’t know what Bonnie was doing, too lost in the gaze of this stranger that just stated she was family in a different world; and the noise of his ex-lover - the asshole that she was - cackling in his ears. He wondered if maybe he was in shock after the past month’s issues piling up on his mind, with this last thing serving as the straw that broke the camel's back - or better put the woman that broke his brain.

“So you know us?”

Damon barely paid attention to the question as Bonnie asked it, the information slow to catch up as he took it in. He was more focused on the way he suddenly wished his brother was here, as annoying as he imagined the whole scene to be. Stefan at least would be nicer, would know what to ask and just overall had a better track record with their family members than Damon did. But Stefan was with Caroline, visiting Liz in the hospital. Damon had forgone the trip this time - Liz and him had talked the night before and decided he could join the next time and spend this day nursing his still bruised heart. It wasn’t like there was too much to do at chemo for three visitors anyways.

“Not exactly.” Roxy was still grinning, softer now, her eyes darting from Katherine - now sprawled amused in her chosen spot - to him. Her eyes were sparkling with mirth, but her composure shifted minutely once she did so, back straightening, face smoothening in a neutral position. She appeared to have had her fun and now was preparing to answer things more seriously again. “I know another version of you, I guess you could say, but not necessarily you. For example, the Bonnie I know has not been in Mystic Falls in 4 years.”

“Why? Did something happen?”

“No, she’s traveling. Last I heard she was visiting Southern Thailand, can’t remember where exactly.”

Damon turned to look at Bonnie then, in time to see her face go on through a whole journey from surprised to jealous to disappointed to happy and back to surprised. He knew Bon had wanted to travel - mentioned it in fact after the whole mess with Kai ended - but she’d not had the time between the multiple emotional dramas she’s gotten stuck in between. He was kind of glad that at least a Bonnie Bennett was traveling, and guilty that his friend wasn’t. He tuned out the conversation once more when it became clear Roxy wasn’t planning on answering how exactly she was connected to the Salvatore’s and instead tried to see what he could learn about her from the way she looked. She was in a fuzzy pair of socks - one pink and one orange - a pair of knee length sweat pants on and a baggy t-shirt that he could swear he owned the double of in his own closet. Her hair was mess on top of her head, slung into a barely held together bun. She had on a necklace that he couldn’t quite see since it was half stuck underneath her shirt and at least 10 rings on her fingers - one of which as mentioned was a wedding ring. None of these things helped him realize much, except that she’d maybe stolen his shirt - the other world him - so she was either, at least comfortable around the other him, or she had no self-preservation instincts. He wasn’t sure which was worse in this situation.

“Daaaamon?” and speaking of her, she was trying to catch his eye, inches from his face and with her hands waving for attention. He startled, pulling back and, almost hitting the short step into the living room, Roxy caught his arm, her fingers digging into his flesh - unyielding, unnaturally strong, holding him back from moving at all.

“You’re not human, are you” It was meant to have been a question, but that grip on his arm was a response by itself. Bonnie nodded in his periphery, she’d clearly been wondering about this herself. It would make sense of course, that their supernatural visitor was indeed supernatural herself, but he’d been so caught up in everything else about the woman he hadn’t had the chance to wonder what she was.

“Yep.”

“Vampire right?” he asked further, head nodding to the grip she still had of his arm and she shrugged, pulled him upright from where he’d listed to the side in his clumsiness - and wasn’t that a kicker, he’d fucking tripped. He never tripped, he walked straight into danger sometimes, but he didn’t trip, he wasn’t clumsy by nature - this week was really messing with his head if this was what happened. He scoffed and jerked his arm back.

“Bit different vampire, but yea”

“Oh, now vampire are different too? Great, what else, Nessie is real?”

Roxy smiled at him, indulgent and clearly having heard similar from someone else and amused to have him repeat it now. “I mean … I’m not Scottish so I couldn’t tell you for sure, but oversized swimming monsters that resemble the legend sure are … so yea, different vampire.”

She did something then, her eyes closing sharply, lips pressed tight, her body stiffening, then with a short jerk of her head her body shifted. Her skin went from a rosy pink to a gravestone grey, texture like jagged concrete. Her fingers lengthened, razor sharp points at the end, blackened and glimmering. Her face changed as well, nose smoothened slightly, missing a nostril entirely - bone and empty darkness; her mouth cracked, lips like sandpaper and the blades that turned out to be her fangs peaking through the lower lip with her mouth closed. Her ears resembled those of bats and her eyes of snakes, sclera bloodshot like his own when hunger hit, but no veins underneath. Her arms grew armor, pale yellow, ragged, scarred, with intricate designs he couldn’t even guess at the meaning of carved into the structure and across her skin. He vaguely saw that something else had to be different since her shirt suddenly was pulled more snugly against her front, twin jutting somethings on her back and out of her shoulders. The armor-like thing stretched up her neck in patches and down her legs. There was tar pouring from the pinpricks dotting her arms, like a thousand needle wounds not yet healed, but the thick liquid didn’t hit the floor - seemed to slow in a circle, out of her, lining her skin where it flowed then back up endlessly. Damon stood frozen to the floor looking at her - from the scant inches between the two of them he could see her eyes had flecks of the green they’d been just seconds ago, but mostly they were a deep black that captured light. He saw ash down the side of her neck and around her mouth he saw scorch marks. He vaguely heard Bonnie gasp and Katherine rise, poised to attack. He couldn’t help the tingling that traveled from where the - fuck what is she?! - woman held him earlier, he felt it spread down his fingers, minute tremors - and up to his neck, his spine. He wasn’t breathing. Roxy was smiling the same as she’d been seconds ago, when they’d thought she was anything even remotely human.

Roxy was smiling.

It wasn’t even malicious, it was a perfectly warm smile, comforting if not for the was she looked.

“Vampire.” she said resolutely, nodding her head as though to gesture to her appearance as though that explained anything. Maybe it did to her.

Her voice had a shiver shake his whole body - deeper, softer, raspier - terrifying. It echoed in the silence - in every silence, in shadows and darkness and cold.

Then she closed her eyes again, slowly this time, shuddered, and her armor retreated, her skin softened and returned to its pinkish-pale shade, her eyes - when she opened them - were a glimmering forest green. Damon still couldn’t breathe.

“Like I said, different kind, but a vampire like you.”

“I don’t-” Damon’s words were interrupted by a whoosh and a cold aura behind him, slash of purple and a buzz in the air he instantly recognized. Then something collided with his back and he went sprawling all over Roxy. Katherine rushed to their side, pulling the person off of him and then jumping back as though burned. Bonnie collapsed onto the arm of the couch somewhere in his periphery. Annoyed - and really needing to put some distance between the - what-Roxy and himself - he turned prepared to rip into the new person.

“So, how long have I been missing?” Roxy grunted below him, still sprawled to the floor, leaning up on her elbows.

“About 3 hours.” Katherine Pierce answered - all swagger and flirt, heels deadly, outfit ready to break hearts, grinning with so much gentleness Damon’s head spun - while another version of Bonnie - more confident then he’d seen his own, and that was saying something, more relaxed too a traitorous voice whispered in his ear - sidestepped Damon and pulled Roxy off the floor.

“Not bad.” Roxy dusted herself off. “Thanks Bon, did you just get back, or did it catch you at a shitty time too?” The woman had to be referring to the fact that Bonnie looked ready to go to the beach - green bikini top and short shorts showing off her usually much more hidden body, hair wrapped and a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on top of her head.

“Got back an hour ago, was going to meet with Enzo when I saw the portal appear and pull this one-” she threw a thumb toward the second Katherine. “ and figured I’d just take the long route around to the beach when it pulled me in too. Enzo tried to catch me, but he didn’t make it in time.” she laughed. “Not that he tried too hard, considering he waited for Benny to finish his drink first.”

Roxy let out a guffaw at that, loud enough to be heard from the street, shaking her head in disbelief. “Well, never let it be said the man doesn’t have his priorities in order.”

“Can you get us home?” Katherine asked. She sounded exactly the same to Damon, hell she stood the same. “I need to pick up Irina in an hour” Damon had no idea who she was talking about or why it was Katherine’s job to do that, but Roxy clearly did because her shoulder slumped and her eyes turned apologetic.

“I’ve been trying Kit-Kat, can’t.”

Kit-Kat? What the absolute fuck? Damon’s gaze met Bonnie’s, to see if he’d heard that right, and she seemed as confused as he felt. And sure, he’d called Katherine a variation of that before, but to annoy her. The way Roxy spoke it, it was clearly a well used nickname. The scowl on his - not his, not been his in awhile, never been his in fact - Katherine’s face only reaffirmed the oddity of that interaction.

“Great.” disappointed, but not distressed.

“At least Tony’s picking Alex. He’ll probably take Irina with him and drop her off with her dad?” Roxy reassured. And Damon was completely lost as to who the hell any of these people were and Irina is a child? That Katherine was picking up, probably from school, what the fuck?!

“What the fuck?” never let it be said that he and Bonnie don’t have things in common. Heads snapped towards his best friend and he saw the other Bonnie smile at her - at herself?

“We’ll fill you in if you want, but I think Roxana here should maybe be trying a bit harder to get us back home.” The tone was the same as when Damon fucked up and Bonnie was mad at him. At least the two Bonnie’s were that different. And he definitely could get behind that plan. He wanted all these people out of his house - and his brain, god was his brain hurting.

“Yeah, hate to say it, but at this rate the whole island will be pulled through.” Katherine, the voice of reason. Hell, was surely frozen over now. Roxy frowned, for the first time truly and completely serious. Then she started pacing, muttering under her breath for a few seconds before stopping and facing everyone again.

“Ok, I can’t bring us home, but I can probably stop more portal from spawning. But I need a boost for that.” Damon was about to ask what the hell that meant, but Katherine - the other one - was already sauntering her way toward the basement. “How many blood bags, Rox? 5 or 10?” thrown over her shoulder. He could feel Bonnie - his Bonnie - blanching.

“4 should do it! Thanks babe!” Roxy replied and -

“What the fuck?!” he yelled, not able to hold it in this time.

#tvd #tvd fic #tvd fanfiction #bamon #bamon fic #bonnie bennett #bonnie/damon #damon salvatore #damon x bonnie #original character #my writing #PPAAH #katherine pierce

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milleniumhan · 7 years ago

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Can you do the "I love you please don't go" from the fluff prompt list thing? With Steve Harrington pls. :)))

Yes! Sure thing! This is my first time writing so please bare with me, I’ll do my best, promise.

Warnings: Language (?) I Guess?

Hope you like it!

*Gif is not mine! *

You just stood there, silent. It seemed so unreal, the school year was over and you were finally leaving for college. Indiana was a nice place, you liked it even though it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Throughout the years you had made many friends…okay, maybe not that many, but enough of them nonetheless. Steve Harrington quickly coming to mind. He had been a bit of an asshole at the start, but after Nancy something had changed…he was…nicer, more caring, softer, even. After he broke up with Nancy you two had become very close. With her not being there to help him out with school work, you happily took over. You spent most of your free time together, either studying together after class or just hanging out, sometimes even Dustin would tag along. And today was it. The last day you would see him, before it all ended. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were bitter about it. You couldn’t bring yourself to accept that you weren’t going to see him in a long time, you also couldn’t brush off the feelings you so strongly felt for him, even though you had tried very hard. It was stupid, you thought, he was obviously still hung up on Nancy, why should I even try? should I even tell him? At least going to college meant you didn’t have to try so hard to hide your feelings. You had set up to meet outside of school at six that day, but he was late of course, so here you were staring at the entrance remembering everything from the last few years, feeling melancholic and nostalgic, not wanting to leave but also wanting to get up and runaway as fast as you could, all at the same time. You kept thinking about Steve, about how much you liked him, maybe you should tell him how you feel. After about ten or fifteen minutes you heard a soft voice. “Hey” Steve said, almost in a whisper, “I’m sorry I’m late” you could hear the guilt in his quavering voice. “Don’t worry about it” you whispered back. He was standing so close to you, it made your hands shake. “I-I brought something for you, so you remember me” the tone in his voice changed, it sounded more confident than before but it was still a whisper. He took out something from his pocket: a pendant. It was shaped like a drop made out of shiny silver and it had a blue stone in the center, it was absolutely beautiful. “Oh, Steve, you didn’t have to” your breath hitched a little bit. “But I wanted to, so that you don’t forget about me even when you are in a fancy college surrounded by fancy people” he ended with a smirk and you laughed at the description. “Besides, it’s been in my family for a long time so I didn’t have to spend a single penny” he said jokingly with a wink. You just rolled your eyes with a smile and slapped his arm gently. You stared at each other for a moment, silence filling the air. After a minute or two he finally said “Come on, let’s go.” He stretched out his hand for you to take, which you happily did and pulled you towards his car. You both went to a lot of places, starting with the park. You later caught up with Dustin and the rest of the kiddos at the arcade and then somehow ended at a house party, but, alas, all good things must come to an end. “S-Steve…” you said with a bit of hurt, you were having so much fun and you were about to end it. “It’s time for me to go, I’m sorry…” the sparkle in his eye faded as he slowly said “Yeah…I know…” silence. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” The ride back home was cold and silent. After all this time and you had nothing to say, not a single word. After what seemed like forever you finally got to your house. You were about to open the door to step out and leave the car when he said “wait…I-uh…” you looked back at him, confused. “Let me-” he signaled to the pendant in your pocket. “I meant to do it earlier but we were so caught up in the moment that I just forgot.” You gave him a sad smile and nodded, reaching for the pendant in your pocket. After he fixed the pendant to your neck there was yet another moment of silence filled with tension and sorrow. You don’t know what took over you, maybe it was the booze from the party or maybe it was the thought of never seeing him again, but nonetheless you leaned in without thinking too much about it and kissed him gently on the lips. Steve was shocked at first but later responded the kiss, making you feel a wave of relief, after all you didn’t think he liked you back, and you were right, he didn’t like you…he- “I have to leave now” you whispered after breaking the kiss. “Yes, you do, I know” he whispered back, rubbing your cheek with one of his thumbs and wiping away the tear that had slipped from your eye. “I’ll write to you, yeah? I can’t even write a fucking essay, but I’ll write to you everyday, I promise.” You placed your forehead againts his and nodded “I’ll write to you too” you whispered, tears now running like a river on your face. You broke the contact and turned to the door with your hands shaking but you were stopped by Steve once again. He pulled on your arm. “I-I…I love you. There, I said it…oh god, I actually said it” he nervously confessed. “I love you, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou, please don’t go, I love you so much, please” his word were rushed and desperate, almost like a mumble. You took his face now wet from tears in both of your hands, forcing him to look at you straight in the eyes. “I love you too, Steve. I’ll never leave you, even if I’m far away.”

I kinda hate it and I kinda love it hehe, sorry if it sucked. :((( always open!

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thelioninmybed · 7 years ago

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If I'm not too late for fic meme, can I get "Stories for Children", the early bit where the cousins are all interacting, from "She did feel for him" to "sex, death and betrayal"?

Stories For Children

She did feel for him - most of the soldiers she trained with herself were too embarrassed to cross blades with a man and those few who would refused to take him seriously. She’d gone easy on him herself until he’d dislocated his own shoulder struggling out of an armlock and then, when she’d released him in horror, sunk his teeth into her wrist down to the bone. Man or not, she could respect that blind dedication to inflicting violence.

[In some ways Cierza is a good cousin. Sort of. If you squint a bit. She (much like Gil himself) is sexist as heck but willing to make exceptions]

Still, sometimes it was difficult.

She usually thought of him as a sexless blur of poorly controlled anger but seeing him now, water pooling in the hollow of his collarbone, damp clothes clinging to the contours of his body made her uncomfortable and ashamed. He was athletic and tall for a man but still so slight and delicate compared to her own bulk. It wasn’t honourable to hit boys, her mother had always said, and she found herself regretting the fresh bruise rising on the plane of his cheek.

[He’s your cousin Cierza, don’t make it weird. …Weird was very much the goal here though, please enjoy this casual objectification, I’m taking a leaf from the ‘breasted boobily down the stairs’ school of narration]

He caught her staring and frowned. “What?”

“Just admiring my handiwork,” she said lightly, gesturing at the bruise with a laugh to cover her disquiet. She clapped him on the back and threw the practice swords to a waiting servant, then together they strolled up onto the terrace that overlooked the gardens.

The air smelt damp and earthy there, of rot and growing things, and someone had had the decency to charm the temperature down to something manageable. The gardens weren’t at their best in the heat but there was still much to admire; tiny phosphorescent toadstools in half a hundred colours gave the area an unearthly glow, illuminating gorgeous lacy frills of fungus and tall, elegant mushrooms with stalks as delicate as a boy’s wrist, interspersed with great speckled behemoths as large as any surface tree. Further away, out of sight, was the euphemistically named herb garden where less attractive but more useful fungi were grown for the kitchens, for medicines and potions and for poisons.

[Mushrooms! Okay maybe I do overuse them some]

Tehaneth and little Chanali were already on the terrace, sat at a table piled high with books. Her half-sister ignored them but her cousin looked up at their approach with clear relief. It was a heavy, musty old tome he was reading and she couldn’t blame him for wanting an excuse to be away from it. He had neglected to take his usual care over his appearance and wore a loose, simple robe, his hair pulled back from his face in a single, fraying braid, wisps falling free about his face and dancing in the breeze. She tried idly to imagine Tehaneth armed and armoured, screaming at her from across the training field and smiled at the improbability.

[Although she has far more in common Gil than Tehaneth, Cierza’s more comfortable with the latter; just as Cierza is very good at performative femininity, so he is with masculinity, while both Gil and Chanali fall short]

“You should go and get cleaned up,” he told his brother. “You know how it upsets Father to see you like that.”

“That’s the idea,” Gil said, drawing up a chair and putting his feet up on the table.

Tehaneth tutted. “You’re such a child.”

[The events of It’s Always Hardest On The Children really fucked Gil up (and Tehaneth, in less obvious ways). But even before then, Gil idolised his mother and saw the way she abused his father as if not justified then proof that men are weak and invite such treatment (and Mathis’ terrible parenting certainly contributed to that impression)]

Cierza poured herself a glass of wine from the decanter on the table, disturbing a fly that had been crawling across its rim. Kadja, Tehaneth’s familiar, twitched at the sudden buzzing and scuttled down from her master’s shoulder to stalk it across the tabletop.

[Kadja is my favourite non-character, she does amazing hair (NB I would rather die than have a hairspider however stylish the results]. Tehaneth, unlike Khazri, has proper training and did actual formalised spells to bind Kadja, and so she serves as an extension of his will and not a dangerous animal that follows him around and sometimes eats soap]

Gil glanced between spider and fly, looking ready to swat whichever came into reach. “We can’t all be as mature as you, little brother.”

“What’re the books?” Cierza asked quickly, thrusting a full goblet into Gil’s hand.

“Old ghost stories,” Chanali said. Steam had condensed upon the lenses she wore to aid her reading and she paused to wipe them clear. “Do you remember the Xaloc warehouse?”

[It wouldn’t be too hard to fix her eyes and lord knows her family have the skill and the funds, but with her mother dead and no one else to advocate, it was decided it would be a good learning experience leaving Chanali to either figure out the magic herself or raise the capital to have someone do it for her. She’s working on it!]

Cierza grunted. She’d been trying to forget. Bad choices and the ghosts of murdered slaves had almost gotten them all killed, and Tehaneth was still sulking over the gown that had been ruined when a possessed mercenary tried to tear his throat out with her teeth.

[One of the first stories I wrote in this setting. There’s 10k+ of but I’m not sure I’ll ever finish or post it - it’s a little too D&D influenced and not really where characters are at now. Suffice to say though, Cierza is really underselling just why Tehaneth might be upset, in general, and at her specifically]

“We thought it couldn’t hurt to do some research,” Chanali twittered on. “So we’ll be better prepared if it happens again.”

Tehaneth tucked a tendril of hair back behind his ear. “None of them have been very helpful, alas. They’re heavy on the allegory and light on practical tips.”

Her studious little sister digging for prestige, and her viper of a cousin, digging for a chance at vengeance. They were probably trying to work out how to loose the hungry dead from where they’d bound them and set them free in her chambers. Which was, upon consideration, a very good idea just as long as she did it to them first.

“Boooring,” she drawled, as obnoxiously as possible.

[An asshole but a carefully calculated one. Cierza is kind of the opposite of Khazri in that, rather than being based on a D&D character, I played a D&D character based on her after the fact (the character was slightly nicer though)]

Chanali put on her offended face. “Some of the stories are interesting, they’re just not helpf-”

“I don’t think you heard me. ‘Boooooooooring’.”

Gil sniggered.

Tehaneth smiled blandly at them. “I have one I think you’ll like. It’s about sex, death and betrayal.”

[Tehaneth doesn’t ever say what the betrayal was, because he’s a smug asshole, and I’m not sure I made it clear enough in the story. NB that the priestess has two bags of gold at the end though, and the daughter has inherited everything. That’s how business is done in Zalach’ann]

#thearrogantemu #memery #Raised By Wolves

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apvxoxo · 7 years ago

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The Proper kidnapping. pt. 1 (kinda)

Ah, alright. So the only reason I ever had any inspiration to write this was because of @firethatgrewsolow, so I just wanted to thank you for all your hard work on the fics, we love them so much. But I wrote this all in good fun and if anyone enjoys it I do have the second part but you know I kinda want to see what kind of reaction this will get :) ANNOYING I KNOW BUT: just disclaimers- its veryyyy loosely based, its just made up shit (i hope that doesn’t offend anyone because I know people like accuracy with references but yeah.) there was no real time or date when this is set I figured that’s more fun to leave up to the readers imagination :) Also if you have any suggestions on how I could improve please tell me, because I really would like an outsiders opinion on it (go easy im new at this lol) BUT YES I hope this is fun to read in the least enjoy!

I stood front row. Front fucking row, it wasn’t a dream I was here. it was dark and humid everyone was yelling, people were pushing and shoving me in excitement. It was everything I wanted a led zeppelin concert to be. I knew every song I memorized every line and moan Robert sang. My only wish was that he would make eye contact with me, just once. I remember reading an interview in creem magazine about him that he said, “some nights I could fuck the whole front row..” That always stuck with me. Especially because I was there. “hey don’t I know you form some where?” a dirty man who smelled like pot barked at me, and no he did not know me from somewhere. But I paid him no mind. My mind was in another universe, another galaxy. It was the loudest it had been all night until a flash of red light. Everything went silent and smoke exploded from Johns drums, Robert appeared through the hazy cloud holding the microphone and nodding his head, moving his hips along with the chords.. They started with heartbreaker. It sounded so dirty and heavy live I couldn’t believe it. Jimmy made his way toward the front of the stage kicking his leg up in that little dance he does. Then Robert, oh Robert his jeans looked particularly low and tight tonight. I stood corner to the stage, so when he started working his way into the middle I feared he wouldn’t ever come over to my side. He hit every note, improvising as they went. A normal 6 minute song went on for 30 minutes. It was magical. They took a 15 minute break to go back stage, something with the amps was going wrong, Robert blew the crowd a kiss with both hands and said “don’t worry now, we’ll be back. You can blame Mr. Page for the intermission” Jimmy smiled shrugging his shoulders and then yelled something at Robert. They laughed, still cant make out what It was he said. The crowd cried out for a second until becoming boisterous again. The same dirtbag made his way over to me, he handed me a joint stuttering “hey take a hit of this and ill trade seats with you” "where are you even sitting? If its not better than my seat than fuck off" “naw naw right over there” he pointed up at the ceiling. What a moron. I followed his finger as he pointed up and told him, “you just go back to your uh, seat alright?” “ alright your loss man ill be coolin and you can be droolinnnn” he dragged out his sentence and stumbled away. I fluffed my fingers through my hair one more time before they were going to come out. I was still set on that one on one moment with the golden god. Jonsey and Jimmy ran back on stage getting into position, the lights were barley on but you could still see them, then Robert picked up the mic and said “are you ready now, were back! and we wont leave until you’ve all had enough, how does that sound?” the crowd cheered and yelled. I could hear the girls behind me yelling “fuck me Robert Robert!!” I couldn’t believe how bold they were. I mean sure I wanted nothing more than to be with him, but show a little subtlety. Robert looked back at John and said" ready?“ they began to play and it was so much louder. Which I didn’t think could be all possible. I guess the amp really did make a difference. They moved into since I’ve been loving you, and I thought for sure, this is my chance. It was such a slow sensual song I figured this was prime time to get my eye contact with Robert. But alas, he stayed right in the middle of the stage Where I could only see his side profile towering over me. I began looking around to see if I could push in with someone closer to the center. I was determined. Then I saw the pot head guy from earlier, standing right dab in the middle! What a joke, he did have a good seat. I started pushing through the crowd to him, people shoved and pinched at me "sit down you asshole, we cant see” I just kept going. I was not leaving tonight without looking into those stormy blue eyes. Finally I made my way over to the guy, I fell down onto the steps right on my arm, “ah fuck” I squealed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, “hey you made it, you still want a hit?” “you said your seat was in the ceiling, what the fuck?” I said. I couldn’t tell if he was high, stupid, or both. “ yeah man I pointed to the sky, when zeppelin plays its like your on clouds” I laughed looking up at the ceiling, “ hey your alright, sorry I was mean to you earlier I thought you were just some idiot” . He was a nice guy, with an even nicer spot that I was going to take. I pointed at the floor where he was standing. The unsaid rule of, move over type of thing. He opened his arms inviting me over “thankyou you’ve made my night” he just smiled and shut his eyes. Now, finally he stood in front of my very eyes. I could see it all, every curve muscle and shape of Robert, I swear I could see the blood moving through his veins.He started getting more intense and raspy with his voice, he stepped closer to the edge of the stage, I put my hand out in front of me to see if I could touch him. Crazy I know, but there is this unexplainable feeling that takes over you as your that close to a god. My hand brushed against the leg of his pants. I looked up to see if he could feel it. He didn’t seem to notice so I did it once more, this time I felt his calf. Then he stood still, right in front of me. Shook his hair back, exhaled and looked down. His eyes were shut, I studied him in awe. The lights dimmed and one focused subtlety on him, then he snapped his eyes open, my hand was still near the stage. Idiot, he looked at my hand and followed it back into my eyes. He at me with such intensity, I felt my legs shake. Even though the music was still loud it felt quiet, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. He was looking at me. He smirked and stepped back puckering his lips. Once he broke eye contact I stumbled almost completely falling over in my spot. My new friend grabbed me helping me stand,“woah you okay man, I know id fall over if Robert looked at me like that” “yeah yeah ill be fine thanks” was i fine? I was more than fine. Over the moon. He looked into my soul with his pool of blue eyes and I still couldn’t believe it. The show went on for another 2 hours and each second was bliss. He glared at me a few more times but nothing like that one time. Nothing could compare to that, nothing. When they finally ended Robert did his usual blowing a big open kiss to the crowd bowing down “Good night San Fran Cisco! ” They walked off stage slapping and shoving one another playfully, they knew they had just put on an amazing show. My friend made his way over to what I thought was the exit, “hey come on with me I heard you can see their dressing rooms from there” I was in no position to turn down seeing Robert undressed so, I followed. I grabbed his hand as he lead me through a dark hallway, there was band equipment and wires everywhere. “you sure you know where your going?” “yeah man for sure. I’ve seen the stones here before I know my way around” We finally made our way to a dimly lit room that had drinks on marble tables and mirrors lining the walls, “we are not supposed to be back here. I thought you knew your way around? Where are you taking me” He put both his hands on either of my shoulders, “just relax man we are on our way to the stair way” “the stairway?! your blasted! get off me, lets go were gonna get in trouble!” We heard the door open from behind us, and heard a loud voice “and if i see one more fucking bootlegger, ill have their leg” it was the band manager, the ever terrifying Peter Grant. We hid behind the mirror propped against the wall,my heart has never raced so fast.“ what are we going to do” “just keep calm don’t talk” he put is fingers up to his mouth. Then I heard jimmy “where the bloody hell is my..ah there you are” he said picking up his jack daniels. He kissed the bottle and they made their way out. We scurried out from the mirror and ran to the door , “come on this way” We ran into doors, and tripped over cords, until we eventually ran into.. Peter Grant “what the fuck have we got ‘ere a bunch of fans or bootleggers?” I just stared at this massive man in shock, "well which is it?” The band started to crowd up behind him, Jimmy was rubbing his eyes and smiling, a sort of awe how cute smile. John and Jonsey just laughed it seemed the only one truly mad was, Peter. Really it was innocent I suppose. Sure I was trying to see Robert naked but who isn’t! Then Robert came up behind Peter putting his hand on his shoulders,“ have you seen my..” he stopped to look at us. I looked right into his eyes, god I couldn’t believe how close we were. He smiled after scoping us both out and looked back to Peter who was still furious. “well go on answer so I can figure what to do with you two. I could 'ave you arrested you know” he reached out to grab my arm when Robert spoke up “no no shes uh, shes with me. Love I told you not to go the back way! you should have came right back stage to my dressing room” he looked down at me and winked putting his arms around my shoulders. Peter looked at Robert and shook his head, “well fuck lets get on then, the jet is leaving”. All the boys were still excited and rambunctious from the show. Robert spun me around, arms still wrapped around me. He waited for everyone to walk a bit ahead until he lead the way, what was I doing. “ Now now, just a minute.You’re the one from the front row aren’t you little one?” he remembered me ?? "Me? the one you looked at, um yeah that was me I’m surprised you remember I mean.. I bet you look at all the girls that way" He looked ahead and smiled, “well, I don’t look at them all and remember them they way I did with you my love.” What. Was. Happening. We finally made our way to the steps entering the jet. It was larger than I had seen in magazines and on T.V, before. Just as I stepped on,reality sunk in. I’m going on the Starship with Led Zeppelin and what was even crazier was how normal it felt. Why did Robert protect me? He must have other groupies that he could bring with him. Why just some girl from the crowd? He grabbed my hand leading me in front of him up the stairs, “are you sure ?” I said looking at him wearily. He slowly shook his head ,“but of course, if I hadn’t of wanted you aboard then I would have let Peter rip you in two”. I smiled and walked up the steps. Robert followed and kept hold of my hand. He had this weird comforting nature about him, making me feel safe. Like no one could touch me. Before I even entered the doorway I could hear the yelling and laughing, John Paul Jones had went on the organ playing some song I had never heard before, Jimmy sat by the window with his arms around what I think was groupie. She had big brown eyes and looked younger than any of the other ones I had ever seen before. Although I hadn’t seen many, so what were they supposed to look like. I looked back at Robert once more to lead the way. All the girls on the plane were yelling and ran up to him as he entered, “Robert so nice of you to finally join us, what’s your drink?” said one of them. She was definitely more of the assistant type then the sleep with the boys type. “none for me yet anyway, I’ve got to get settled in.” he pointed ahead to the room straight down the hall. “the one all the way on the end?” he raised both eyebrows and smirked, “that’s the one, big bed huh” BIG BED?! IS THAT WHAT HE JUST SAID. My heart fluttered, I held his hand tighter and walked straight down to the room. It was only lit by a small light in the corner. The decor was dark yellow and green. The carpet felt soft and expensive. He threw down the bag he was holding on the bed and flopped onto it. “ahh its been a long night, long long night.” he really focused on the word long. He spread his legs further apart and stretched his arms over his head, I just stood there in awe. His muscles contracted on his arms and his chest lowered when he inhaled. “this room is beautiful Robert, I really like the.. uh the carpet” I was trying to distract from my obvious discomfort of his presence. But saying something stupid wasn’t exactly the best distraction. He laughed while sitting up, “your a nervous thing aren’t you? tell me whats your name nervous girl” tell him your god damn name. “its Paige like you know a page in a book, but with an I right after the a” when would I learn to keep my mouth shut. “Paige what an innocent name. My lovely innocent girl.” He stood up and put his hand on my cheek while his other lightly grasped my waist. “just a little innocent girl, tell me why were you backstage innocent angle” because I wanted to see you naked. “ well actually I was looking for my friend he was the one trying to get backstage and I didn’t want him to get in any trouble. Really a big misunderstanding. I would never sneak back stage at one of your shows, I respect you guys too much” I scrunched my face putting my hand up at my forehead. I was a nervous wreck blurting out nonsense. He laughed again louder grabbing at my waist with both hands, “well what a lucky misunderstanding,” “lucky? how so?” “well if you hadn’t snuck backstage I would have been thinking of the girl in the crowd all night”. He really did feel it too. The same shock wave I felt when I looked deep into his eyes. “and you grabbed at my leg didn’t you? Ill tell you I was afraid I was going to trip off the stage! you nearly ruined the show” he actually felt that..shit. “I didn’t mean to..i just you were so close to me. I almost didn’t believe it so I thought If I could just..” If you could just touch me, you would know it was real" How did he.. “yes! Exactly! how did you know?” “well because, that’s precisely what I’m doing right now” he grabbed harder at my sides trailing down to my bottom. He slightly lifted my skirt with his hands and leaned into me. He pressed his lips into mine with such a delicate force. It felt so natural. I kissed him back and put my hand behind his neck into his hair. I opened my eyes to see my hand touching his golden locks, I wanted that as a mental picture for ever. Then he opened his eyes and pulled away laughing. Was I that funny ? “you are a funny one aren’t you?” he pinched at my cheek, “I love a good laugh I’m going to keep you around for a while Paige” a while? how longs awhile. All this time I thought he throws girls away after each night. Would he keep me for a few nights? Spend time with me during the day? “well funny girl, how about a drink?” I nodded eagerly. We walked out into the central area and made our way over to the bar, the same women was handing out drinks and looked at me and Robert and smiled, “ready for a drink now love birds?” Robert looked down at me and smiled, “yeah you know we are, give me my usual. And for the beautiful Paige?” I had never had an ounce of alcohol in my life. To be quite honest I thought it smelled bad, so what is my drink. “I’ll have whatever Roberts having.” she looked at me with wide eyes and laughed, “you’re a little thing how much does it take to get you drunk sweetie?” as if I had any sort of clue. Robert even looked down at me laughing, “you sure you can take it Paige? I don’t mess around” “I can take it, I’m cool” they bursted out laughing. Were they laughing at me or with me? With my awkward charm, it was most likely at me. Robert shook his head and kissed my cheek, he whispered in my ear “don’t be so nervous they wont bite” I just nodded and straightened my back. She handed Robert the drinks and he signaled with his head to the seats in the most secluded area. We finally sat down, but a flow of girls rushed over “Robert you were incredible tonight really, I was absolutely moved.” I couldn’t believe how close they were getting to him. Rubbing his legs and chest. He raised both his arms in the air still holding the drinks, “girls could you lay off me please. Your here for Mr. Page over there” Jimmy still sat with the same girl from earlier. “he’s busy with some baby groupie, and besides we know how to take care of you..” take care of you? God I could feel my face turn red and eyes tear. don’t you fucking cry. The girls were all tall with long legs and big boobs, probably more suited for Robert anyway. “for chrissake I’m with someone important right now, would you bloody piss off!” I’d never heard him angry, well I’d never really heard him anything before tonight. But this was pure anger. The girls shot their eyes at me and looked me up and down,“fine have fun with your little virgin, hell if she knows what to do with it” My face flushed again. My eyes filling up with tears. I quickly wiped my eyes and Robert looked at me “ I’m so sorry Paige their like vultures really, I cant stand when..” he notice me wiping away tears. “oh no my love, don’t let them get to you. Their simply jealous. I promise. I want to be here with you right now, that’s why I saved you.” I felt much more comfortable after hearing that , “can I be honest Robert” “why of course my love, anything,” He wants to be here with me right, so I should be as honest as possible. “I don’t drink. I don’t even like alcohol. I just took it to seem mature. I’m afraid I really don’t fit in with the girls here.” I feared for his reaction. It’s not easy to fake confidence around Robert Plant “But Paige my dear, that’s the reason I like you so much. You’re different from them. Do you think I like being with a girl who knows exactly what she is doing all the time? I like how unsure you are. Its refreshing” he enjoyed being with me? I let that sink in before I said anything else. “you musnt worry my dear I wont let them bother you again.” I nodded and fixed my eyes,“you shouldn’t wear any makeup at all Paige your eyes are too beautiful to hide behind it.” He pushed the hair out of my face and held my cheeks, “that’s what everyone says” "Well their right you know? Now, enough tears come here so I can hold you.” he patted his lap motioning me over. I stood up and sat down my back facing him. Putting my hands on his thighs, they were so thick and lean. He put his hands at my hips and started pulling at me, “spin around so I can look at you love,” I lifted my legs and spun around, I straddled him and put my hands at his shoulders. “now that’s better, you do have a lovely back but id much rather be looking at the front of you.” I laughed and ran my hands down onto his chest. I was taking as many mental pictures as I feasibly could. His broad chest encased with hair, he was slightly tanned. The Golden God. He wasrubbing at my hips and bottom as he pulled me closer. I could feel how hard he was. My hands had made their way down to his abdomen. Oh my god he felt so statuesque and trim. Still slightly sweaty from the concert. “how about a lap dance Paigey girl” I stopped rubbing at him and smirked, now this I knew how to do. Id given lap dances before and haven’t had any complaints. I pushed my hair behind my shoulders and arched my back before standing up. He re-positioned himself spreading his legs and putting his hands behind his head. I turned around back facing him and bent over, I made sure my dress lifted. He put his hand on my back guiding me into him. I grinded painfully slow and rubbed both of his thighs moving progressively closer into the center with each stroke. I stood up so I could lower my top, he looked at me intently and rubbed at his chest. “now don’t make me suffer, finish the dance baby” I flipped my hair once more and straddled him, facing forward. I put my arm onto his shoulders and began grinding again. My other hand on his thigh. He grabbed my hips pulling me hard into him. He looked down between the space between us and let out a breathy moan, “ahh you feel so good” Enough to make me loose it, god don’t make me lose it. He pulled me in and kissed at my neck and chest. I wrapped my hands in his hair once more, He stopped to look up at me, “would you like to wait for me in the bedroom or can I have you right here?” I felt my heart flutter, “the bedroom sounds lovely Robert”

#robert plant fanfiction #robert plant fanfic

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sherlockrelatedimagines · 8 years ago

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Nothing Better to Do- Part 2

Here’s the second part of that long thing I posted a couple of days ago. I have genuinely no idea what I’m gonna do for the rest of it, but I also feel the onset of writer’s block so we’ll see. Anyways, please enjoy? -Mrs. Holmes xx (Read part one here) Warnings: Some curse words, lots of self-pity, the norm for this story.

You stared at him, breathing speeding up with the anxiety of the situation. You don't know why you were so nervous, maybe the fact that you were alone and you were gonna be forced to talk to him. You thought you had wanted to speak to him, rather intensely actually, but as you stood there, dumbfounded, you realized how much you definitely did not want to speak with him. “W-We’re closed,” You stumbled over your words, swallowing nervously as you saw him raise an eyebrow. “I can see that from the sign, but the unlocked door says otherwise.” He retorted, smooth, deep voice causing your heart rate to increase at an alarming rate. “I always forget to lock it,” You muttered, feeling like an idiot, but not really having anything else to say. “I can see that, your friend even left you a note,” The man said, gesturing to the area behind you.

You turned around swiftly, spotting a sticky note attached to a coffee maker that reminded you to actually lock the shop once you left, all in Jill’s curly handwriting. You brushed your short hair behind your ear, a habit of nervousness. Considering you were nervous as hell right now, it was a predictable move on your part. “Since this is a coffee shop, could I have a coffee? I was busy today and didn't get one.” He asked, sounding slightly annoyed. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning around again to see him already seated at a table near the counter. How could he be the one who was annoyed? He did just practically burst into your place of work and demand you to do something you weren't technically being paid to do at this hour. “I- I suppose,” You remarked, giving him a glance over. You tried not to stare at him for long, eyes trailing over his expression and body with ease. He looked quite fit, but you were trying not to notice that. Instead, your eyes fell upon the small cut on his cheekbone, barely there really, and the bruise that was forming underneath. “Would you stop staring at me?” It wasn't a teasing question, it was actually quite biting. You didn't think your eyebrows could furrow anymore, but alas. What an asshole. Clearly, you had created some sort of romanticized version of who this stranger might be and clearly, he wasn't it. The farthest from it actually. You were hoping for some sort of romantic epiphany or maybe even a friendship epiphany, but instead, all you got was a cold stare. “You're bleeding,” You said shortly, turning on your heel to make him his damned coffee. You weren't even sure why you were still making it, you should be kicking him out. But, as you said, you were lonely and there was hope yet, despite how minuscule it seemed. He hummed, sounding only slightly surprised. “Suppose I am,” He remarked, not seeming bothered. You wanted to ask him why he was bleeding, why he didn't care about it, and why he was in your shop, but you kept your lips firmly shut as a tense silence filled the room. “You know,” His voice, arrogant voice, filled the room again. You tried not to sigh. You really didn't need him to ruin this further for you, this whole fantasy you had worked up about him. “I thought you would have asked about the bleeding, maybe offer me a bandage or something.” He sounded irritated. Him. He sounded irritated. You could have screamed at him, he definitely didn't have the right to be irritated. Your entire view of him was being torn down, along with your dignity, if anyone should be irritated it should be you. “I thought you would've been nicer,” You muttered under your breath, quiet enough so you thought he wouldn't hear you. You quickly realized you hadn't responded, so you settled for, “The cut really isn't that big,” He let out a scoff, a quiet one. “Don't you want to know why I'm bleeding?” He continued. You had been placing the sugars into his mug, but you froze once you heard his words. Who the hell did he think he was? “Why would I want to know?” You asked, sounding a bit defensive. You had turned, mug in hand as you narrowed your eyes at him. The look he gave back to you was one of a challenge. “Why wouldn't you?” You tilted your head slightly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from releasing a tirade of angry and offensive words not fit for a customer. Because that's all he was, a customer. “I'm afraid I'm busy. I actually have to get going soon. Would you mind if I gave you your drink to go?” You asked, coming up with a lie on the spot. Of course, you weren't actually busy, if you counted writing some story you'd never finish as busy. Oddly enough, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes fell down to the mug in your hand. “You're lying,” He commented easily, eyes looking back up to yours. You blinked, his expression similar to stone as you tried not to panic. “I'm not, I have to meet my parents for dinner.” You told him, standing your ground. He let out something that resembled a chuckle and you felt your blood rising in temperature. “It's nearly 10, dinner’s been over for hours.” He countered. “They're waiting for me. We always have it late to fit my schedule, which is why I really must go.” You continued on, staring him down. You were not going to lose to this man, maybe you were trying to prove a point. Ok, definitely you were trying to prove a point. You were better than this man, better than the fantasy you had built up. Stronger. “Mm, no.” He said definitively. He smirked at you. He fucking smirked at you. You could have punched him. And then it dawned on you, he had been punched! Right on the cheekbone too, which explained the forming bruise and broken skin. It looked rather painful. You didn't feel that bad for him, though, judging by the small encounter you were having he probably deserved it. “Well, whether you believe me or not, I’d like to go.” You said finally, hoping he would just accept that you wanted out of here and he would never come back. You turned quickly, not allowing him to stare at you with a patronizing smirk any longer. Instead, you grabbed a to-go cup and poured his coffee into it. You found yourself wishing you had heated the liquid up a bit more, maybe burn his tongue as a sign of revenge. “It's not that I don't believe you,” He began, causing you to almost groan in annoyance as you turned around again. You faced him, styrofoam cup in hand and an eyebrow raised in a mix of annoyance and challenge. “It's that I know for a fact you're lying,” He finished, sounding like the most pompous asshole you think you'd ever encountered. You would have told him this, but you really never were one for direct confrontation. Instead, you let out a huff of annoyance and walked past the counter to make your way to his table. “That's really lovely for you, but I'm going to be leaving no matter what.” You said, smiling falsely as you placed the coffee on his table. He looked a bit surprised, people must not stand up to him frequently. His eyebrows furrowed like you had offended him and he narrowed his eyes accusatorily. “Don't you want to know how I know you're lying?” He asked, sounding genuinely confused that you hadn't asked that question. Actually, the question hadn't crossed your mind. You just wanted to get the hell out. You rolled your eyes, turning your back on him and walking to employee’s quarters to grab your things. “I've always been a bad liar,” You responded, shrugging. He did not seem to like this answer, considering he had gotten from his seat and was following you into the locker room for the workers. You would have been scared, you probably should have been scared, but the only emotion you could feel inside of you right now was annoyance. “That's not something that's easy to tell,” He defended, footsteps trailing behind yours as you went over to your locker. You opened it with ease, untying the apron from around your waist. As you did so, you gave the man a look of disbelief. “It really is,” You argued. He looked taken aback, dumbfounded really. “Well, I could tell by your necklace.” He continued, watching as you grabbed your bag from inside of your locker and shut it quickly afterward. There was a flash of surprise in your eyes, but you battled it with the same look of annoyance you'd been wearing ever since he opened his mouth. He smirked at this, clearly not missing it. He waited a couple of seconds, expectantly. Like he was hoping you'd ask how he had figured it out. But, it turned out you didn't have to ask how he did it because he was already rambling away an explanation. “You see, the necklace is real gold and in the shape of a heart. It's expensive, judging by the name of the seller that's etched on the back. Sure, a husband or fiancé could have given a gift that was of that monetary value, but your left-hand lacks a ring, all of your hands lack rings. A boyfriend wouldn't go through the trouble of saving up to purchase a gift such as that, so easy deduction: Parents.” Throughout his whole speech, you had been tuning him out, silently drifting away from the sound of his voice and focusing on the annoyed ramblings of your own mind. He had followed you as he spoke, watching you as you almost forgot about the sticky note on the coffee machine, and then watching as you took it off and then made your way over to the set of keys behind the counter. He even did as much to follow you to the door, which you had opened. You looked at him expectantly, hoping that your expression was portraying the right amount of “Get the hell out of my shop,” and “I hate your pompous guts,” “Are you good to go now?” You asked him after he hadn't made a move to go through the door which you were holding open. His eyes flooded with realization, “Did you listen to anything I said?” He asked, sounding accusing. “Was I supposed to?” You challenged, giving him a scowl. His eyes widened with shock and offense, “I just gave you a whole explanation!” He exclaimed. “I didn't ask for one,” You countered, throwing another false smile his way. He looked beyond agitated, almost as agitated as you felt. “Now, please, leave the shop.” You demanded lightly, gesturing to the open door with your free hand. He narrowed his eyes at you, looking scandalized as he finally followed your wishes. You nodded your head to him as thanks, exiting the shop as well and closing the door behind you before locking it with precision. You didn't bother turning around, under the belief that the man had walked away and you were finally free. You let out a deep breath, slipping the keys into your purse and walking down the street. “So, your name is Spencer?” You heard the same, deep, pretentious voice invade your mind once again. “Oh, for God’s-! Is that my wallet?” You had turned instantly upon hearing him, exclaiming as you had a right to do, and then spotting him not only following you but holding your leather wallet in his hands. “Yep,” He said, putting emphasis on the “p” which made you want to punch him more. “How the hell-? You know what, don't explain, just give my wallet.” You sighed, not wanting him to follow you for even longer just to give another long winded explanation. You put your hand out expectantly, staring at him icily as the two of you stood on the deserted sidewalk. “Spencer isn't really a girl name,” He commented, handing you over your wallet nonetheless as you glared at him. “Yeah? Well, what's your name then?” You asked, your arsenal of insults ready to attack whatever boring, asshole sounding name he was destined to have. “Sherlock,” Your eyes widened, “Well that isn't really a name for anyone,” You retorted, still surprised by the odd name. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw his reaction, a small chuckle had passed his lips. He didn't say anything else on it, though, but annoyingly enough, continued on speaking. “You think you'd take a taxi to get to your dinner,” He muttered, hands in the pockets of his Belstaff as you narrowed your eyes at him. Who wears a coat during summer? “I thought we already established I was lying about that,” You said, not really asking, just stating the facts. The smallest of smirks remained on his lips, “So you admit you were lying?” He said it like he was winning something, some sort of game he believed you to be playing. “I admit that I was trying to get rid of you,” You responded, not getting reactions of offense out of him anymore by your harsh words. He just looked a bit amused, which was effectively pissing you off more. “What a good job you've done,” He commented, still looking smug. You rolled your eyes, turning your back to him and carrying on walking as if he wasn't there. This did nothing to deter him, actually, he seemed to follow you quicker. You probably should have been afraid, you definitely should have been afraid, but something about him seemed not at all threatening. Sure, he was following you and had shown up at your place of work, but you felt like you knew him. Even though he was getting on your last nerve, you didn't see any reason to kick him to the curb quite yet. Besides, you had a nice banter going on, why ruin it? Ok, so, you sounded pathetic, keeping someone around because you wanted someone to talk to even though you hated them. But, it was quite common to do that and what harm could be done? It was probably just the fantasy that you had created about him remaining inside of your subconscious, but your common sense had yet to fully take over and act on getting him away from you. “Are you going to follow me all the way home?” You asked him, realizing he had been following you the whole time you had been silently walking down the street. You didn't bother to stop walking or turn to see him. “I just want to see if my deductions are correct,” He told you like that was a completely normal sentence. You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him once more. “I'm sorry, deductions?” You questioned, giving him a concerned expression. “Things I've deduced from your appearance, clothes, actions-” He began what was sure to be another long-winded explanation, but you were quick to interrupt. “I know what they are,” You told him, putting an end to whatever tirade he was about to journey into. “I just want to know why you're making them, especially why you're making them about me.” You clarified, giving him a firm and curious expression. He looked at you, confused as to why you'd ask such a question. “I make them about everything and everyone, it's not something I can just turn off.” He scoffed, looking at you like you were an idiot. You rolled your eyes again, turning away from him and carrying down the street at a surprisingly leisurely pace. “When I first took notice of you, which was when you gave me the coffee,” He began, and you were sure there were other things that he said after that, but you couldn't help but feel a sting in your chest. He first noticed you then? You first noticed him, well, the first time you saw him. But it took him weeks to even notice you? It shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did, but you felt your cheeks heating up with embarrassment and anger. Slowly, your ears began to pick up on the other words he was saying and it did nothing to help your mood. “I could see you had a cat and lived alone, that was easy. Also after further observation I saw that your co-workers didn't like you very much, they would all stay away from you, except that one woman with the dyed hair.” You weren't sure if it was the rude way he was giving you this information, the fact that your co-workers didn't like you, or the dig he had taken at your close friend, but you were ready to explode. And explode you did. You stopped abruptly, which caused him to stop as well, looking a bit surprised. You swallowed back tears that you weren't aware were preparing to form until now, but you spoke with anger anyways, hiding all sadness, “Is this really necessary? Is this some sort of game to you?” You shouted, venom-laced words escaping your lips. “Oh, I've hit a soft spot. Was it the co-workers not liking you or the friend thing?” He asked, he didn't seem actually concerned, more like he was wanting to know for the benefit of other deductions he'd make in the future. You felt a shaky breath leave your body, a tear or two probably falling onto your cheeks. You were an angry crier and a sad crier and you were experiencing both emotions pretty strongly right now, so the tears were valid. “Are you having a mental breakdown? You know, I did sense some instability, I noticed the pill bottle in-” That was enough for you. Your breathing was heavy now, anger affecting your body. You didn't hesitate to bring back your hand and slap him directly across the cheek, directly hitting the other wound he had probably received from another pissed off person. “That seems to be a running theme today,” He muttered, hand going up to the cheek which had just been assaulted for the second time today. “Because you're an asshole,” You seethed, not even feeling a little bit guilty for the blood that had started to reappear from the wound. It seemed you had opened the first one with the intensity of your slap. “I'm just stating the obvious. If you didn't want this to be told you, maybe you should be nicer to your co-workers so they'd like you.” He retorted, his voice not even cold anymore. He just sounded matter of fact, which made you feel worse. You knew you probably looked crazy, with tears running down your cheeks and your fists clenched with anger, not to mention that the wind was doing God knows what with your hair. “Do you have nothing better to do? No one else to bother? What about the person who slapped you before I did? Surely you could torment them instead,” You asked, voice no longer shouting, but quiet and laced with hatred. It was then his face fell, smug smirk no longer residing on his lips. You let out a deep sigh, of course, he doesn't have anywhere better to go. And of course, that made you feel bad for him. “Yeah, me neither.” You said, quieter this time. Anything was quieter than your screaming, though, so it wasn't saying much. “Are you done screaming at me now?” He questioned, expression no longer looking like he was taking any pleasure in this. You swallowed, a shaking hand coming up to your cheeks to wipe away the tears that had fallen there. You let out a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, guess you were right about it.” He raised a bushy eyebrow, “I'm always right, but what are you referring to?” God, what an asshole. You were too emotionally drained to do anything about it and in a way, you deserved this. “The co-workers thing,” You whispered, not really wanting to repeat the whole situation. Sherlock let out an, “Oh,” “Do you usually lash out and cry like this? That may be why they don't like you.” He said, sounding completely serious. You looked up at him, not even realizing you had been staring at the ground. You let out a small huff of laughter, which seemed to confuse him. “Suppose we’re in the same boat, though, that helps a bit.” You remarked, running a hand through your hair which was being violently attacked by the wind. “What do you mean?” He asked, sounding somewhat curious. “Well, I doubt people like you either.” You said bluntly, really not caring since he had verbally attacked you mere minutes ago. He tilted his head, which made the wound on his left cheek even more visible under the street lights. “Oh, people hate me.” He told you, lengthening the word “hate,” “Dinner then? Since no one else can stand to be around us?” You asked, readjusting the purse strap that was on your shoulder. He stared at you, examining you once again. He seemed a bit surprised, which made sense. You were surprised you asked him as well, considering he was a complete dick. But, he was just as lonely as you, so why the hell not? “I have nothing better to do,” He repeated your earlier words, something resembling a twinkle of humor in his green eyes. You couldn't help the small smile that crossed your lips, you were really gonna do this. “Alright then, you're paying, though.” You told him, raising your eyebrows as you said it before you turned around and carried down the street and allowed him to follow you.

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