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seeingivy · 5 months ago

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my kink is karma

satoru gojo x f!reader

**loosely based on my kink is karma by chappell roan

an: based on a request from gojo as taylor anon <3 this one is for u

“hi honey bee.”

you peer over the top of your monitor screen to find satoru gojo, the executive account manager whose murder you’ve been planning for the past few weeks, looming over your desk. his inhumanely long limbs are fixed behind his back, bright ocean blue eyes filled with glee. and you’ve been through this enough times to know exactly what’s going on.

he’s caught yet another mistake that you’ve made. and he’s here to sick it to you, his favorite worker bee that he likes to irritate.

satoru gojo is a nicely packaged sewer demon that arrived two months ago, replacing the little old lady who used to occupy the glass office at the center of the workflow. she was kind, a little bit confused here and there, but she got her job done without making a fuss and that was all that mattered to you. she made you blondies for your birthday.

you didn’t realize how nice you had it until she was replaced with him. because satoru gojo was irritating, prancing in the way he always did – insanely tall and taking up too much space in your peaceful office – with a boisterous laugh, a strange sense of humor, and a tendency to be irritatingly perfect.

a stitched and tailored suit, designer perfume, and a sparkling rolex watch on his wrist. a pretty girlfriend that he bragged about at mandatory lunches, a shiny black mercedes, and a penthouse apartment in the center of the city.

you hate him. you hate how you can feel him scorning at the worn down ballet flats that you wear to work, the vintage watch you snagged from the thrift store, and the narrowed look that he gives to your public transportation card as you tuck it back into your wallet when you walk into the office.

“are you doing a sales report?” he asks.

“i’m at my job. where i work in sales marketing. what do you think i’m working on?”

you watch his eye twitch. the small movements – eye twitches, nose wrinkles, and the turning of his lip – you had been watching them, memorizing what exactly it was that pushed his buttons since he was so keen on doing it first. though, he would never show it upfront, at least not as openly as you do anyways.

that was one of the nice things about satoru gojo. that he was intelligent and perceptive – enough for him to know that you were maybe the only person in this office who didn’t like him. that you could understand his niceness was masked in arrogance. that you had no intention of kissing his ass like almost everyone else in this office did.

you loathed his very existence, the stupid jokes he made, and would rather hear nails on a chalkboard than the stories that he recounts from his weekends at his parent’s suburban villa.

“i love a great sense of humor!” he responds, scooting his long legs over to the side of your desk and hunching over to get a view of your computer.

he says it with a bright and sparkling smile, but you get the message clear and straight – i’d watch the attitude if i were you.

the smell of his fancy cologne tickles your nose as he leans over, his face nearly cheek to cheek with yours as he places a little manila folder in front of you. you heave a sigh, opening it up to your sales reports from the last week, each one laminated and with a dark red mark in the center.

“been looking over your reports. you’re getting a little sloppy with your math.”

you scoff.

“is that right?” you ask.

“uh huh. just make sure you count your decimal points and your zeroes when you turn in this one. i know it can be a little hard sometimes, big numbers and all.”

you bite down on your cheek, feeling the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. did he always have to be so patronizing?

“now why would i do that? i’d put you out of a job if i did.”

satoru clicks his tongue in cheek – one of the clear cut signs that you’ve hit one of his exposed nerves. that he’s a glorified calculator sitting in a fancy glass office with an arbitrary executive title slapped next to his name.

satoru gojo hates that you always seem to make that point every time he corrects you. and you’ll take any chance to remind him. that he doesn’t do anything worthwhile. that he’s a pretty face and just that – nothing substantial underneath.

“luckily for me, you’ve proven that you’ll be incompetent until the end. as long as you’re here, it seems that i will be too. i’d get back to it if i were you, honey bee.” he responds, the tone in his voice scathing as he walks back to his office, a glimmering plastic smile pressed to his face.

you have mandatory team building lunches on fridays at twelve thirty. it’s one of the things that you appreciate – that you don’t have to wake up early to put together a lunch from the leftovers in your fridge.

you cycle through every person in the office, rotating on picking up lunch that accommodates the budget and everyone’s dietary requests, and break bread to get closer to one another. satoru, naturally, goes over budget every time it’s his turn, and insists that it’s no problem – though he always seems to slightly mess up your order, while everyone else’s comes out perfectly.

and on the days where he isn’t choosing the lunch, he’s so irritating – complaining of a sensitive stomach – and instead brings a nicely packaged lunch that his private chef makes for him every morning.. three courses, always packed with a dessert.

one time you asked him if the chef wrote him little supportive notes in his lunchbox. you would be lying if you said it didn’t fill you with pride, that the small comment you made was enough to fill him with irritation for the rest of the work day.

“what are your christmas plans, satoru?”

you look over at your fellow sales associate, yuuji, and share a smirk with him. the two of you lean back, nursing your little sandwiches from the deli two miles down in your hands as you start the mental counter in your head.

every day before lunch, you and yuuji make a shot counter of things that you expect gojo to say during team building. common phrases that fall out of his mouth like back at the villa, my custom tailor shop, and louis vuitton – the normal trust fund baby vocabulary, naturally – somehow always make their way into the conversation.

you drink shots accordingly at happy hour after work. whoever’s word has the higher count has to pay for the entire night.

your poison for today was private jet. yuuji’s was timeshare.

“anne marie and i are heading over to her family’s timeshare in bali. they have a property over there – full pool, private beach and all.”

yuuji snorts. you roll your eyes.

“a private beach?” nanami asks, eyes raised as he neatly picks the tomatoes out of his sandwich and hands them over to shoko at his side.

“a private beach, indeed. it’s right on the coast, equipped with boats for excursions and stuff like that. the timeshare comes set with all of those.” he states.

“excursions.” you repeat, giving yuuji a wide eyed look as he fights the urge to laugh.

satoru looks over at you, a clear distaste in his eyes, as he leans back in his chair, legs spread wide.

“what are you doing for your vacation, y/n?” satoru asks.

“i’m going home with yuuji for a few days.” you state.

“right. that sounds exciting!” he states.

you can hear the message laced in that one too – a clear and pointed diss that he’s going to be spending his time at a resort with his skinny legged model girlfriend and you’re going to be going home with the one gay guy that works at your office and get drunk in the bar in your hometown.

“which airline are you taking?” satoru asks.

you grin.

“delta.”

“never been. i use my private jet to get around.”

you give him an exaggerated gasp.

“a private jet? tell me all about it.”

you’ve goaded him right into your trap – as satoru then says the word private jet a total of seventeen times, defeating the measly eight times he said timeshare – and delight in the fact that you’ll at least get to have a nice night out.

on the first tuesday back from break, freshly minted into five days of the new year, your co-worker katie shakes your shoulder aggressively ten minutes into your shift. you note that four days into the week, satoru has yet to return to the office and you hope that it’s not just good luck – that maybe he fell off of his duffy boat in bali and lost all his memory, rendered incapable of ever returning to the office again.

you pray that your new boss isn’t as much of an asshole as him.

you look up to find katie’s eyes wide, an excited smile on her face, as she leans down into your space. katie is one of the few friends that you have in the office, the third person who finds satoru and his antics irritating.

“did you hear about gojo?” she asks.

“every thing i know about that man is against my will.” you deadpan.

she giggles, leaning down to whisper.

“oh my fucking god. come here. you’re going to love this.”

she stands up, scanning the room, as she gestures for you to stand up, the two of you making your way over to the break room. you can’t talk so freely about him when his little lackey’s are still lingering around, who will most definitely tell him that the two of you were gossipipng.

and god knows that would only make his head bigger – knowing that everyone talked about him even when he wasn’t there. katie strides into the room, taking residence over the coffee machine and shooting nanami a polite smile, as she starts absentmindedly brewing a cup of coffee.

“he’s losing it.”

“who?”

“satoru. he’s going fucking crazy apparently.”

you snort. as if. satoru’s definition of going crazy would be mixing and matching different designer brands – like wearing a gucci watch with a louis vuitton tie.

“turns out that his glamorous vacation to bali with that raggedy anne doll never happened. she had a whole meltdown and broke up with him after his credit card got declined at a restaurant they went to a few days before the trip.”

you nearly choke on your spit.

“what?”

“apparently it was just a fluke, his card got momentarily blocked since he bought some new car. but she literally freaked out on him and left him stranded.”

you snort.

“there’s no way.”

“she told him that it was unacceptable. that she had enough.”

“well, i’ll say. she milked an entire designer wardrobe out of him.” you whisper, earning you a giggle from katie.

“i know! anyways, sharon from hr told me that he’s taken the past four days off because he doesn’t have transportation – he fucking crashed the mercedes when he was driving home from the breakup.”

“you’re fucking kidding. the g-wagon?”

“i swear to god.”

it feels a little mean, but you can’t help but delight in all of it.

that despite it all, karma’s real. and it’s finally satoru fucking gojo’s turn. six months of patronizing comments and arrogance has finally caught up with him. his pretty girlfriend is just that – a pretty girl who wanted to do nothing with him. the car he brags about has been demolished and at the very least his larger than life ego has taken some type of hti.

“oh, look, look.”

katie shakes your arm, the two of you peering through the glass window to see satoru climb out of the bus – the same bus that you take to work everyday to save money – with what you can tell from here is an unironed suit and messy hair. his tie isn’t even done properly.

and when he walks in, all you smell is the fancy cologne, with the faintest hints of tequila lingering behind. a smell that you only catch, because it’s one that you’ve drowned out on a bad day.

you and yuuji pick horrendous words for lunch – yours being luxury brand and yuuji’s being private chef – and much to your dismay, he says neither. he actually doesn’t say anything. just sulks in the corner and disappears as soon as he finishes the tacos.

you leave a mistake in your sales report. he doesn’t even catch it.

“can you close out my tab, toji?”

toji, the bartender who’s well aware of your antics – and perhaps even more upset than you are that your hoity toity boss didn’t play along well with your game today – gives him a nod, wiping his hands with the towel as he looks over at you.

“you too, doll?”

“no, i’ll have another before i head out.” you state.

he gives you a nod, shuffling off to the side to get yuuji’s bill, as you slump down on the bar, yuuji mimicking your motions as you both lean your heads against one anothers. and he leaves just as fast, pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head as you swirl the little ice cubes in your drink as you watch the bubbles fizz out.

“rough day, y/n?”

you shrug.

“same old – can’t really complain. you?”

toji smiles.

“you see that guy over there, at the end of the bar? this is the third day that he’s drank up my entire supply of tequila.”

you follow the line of his vision to see satoru – the satoru gojo slumming it in this rather disgusting bar, at least for his standards – his tie messy and the buttons of his shirt loosely undone sitting at the bar.

“him?”

“uh huh. broke up with like the only girl he’s ever dated, apparently. whoever she is, thank her fucking ass. he tips well over.” toji murmurs, giving you a smile as he rearranges the glasses.

you give toji a weary smile, pressing the cash down on the bar, as you make your way over – noting that tequila smell is not masked at all this time – as you slide into the seat next to him, tapping on your shoulder. and he looks over, the rims of his eyes red and eyes squinting as he leans forward.

“honey bee?” he slurs.

the smell is overwhelming.

“the one and only.” you respond.

you reach forward, sliding the little shot glass out of his hand and placing it behind the bar. you turn back to find that his hair is messy, whatever mousse that he’s used to style it has clearly run fraught, and his cheeks flushed pink.

“that’s enough for one night, gojo. let’s get you home, yeah?”

“huh?”

“home. the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household?”

he glares.

“i know what a home is.” he deadpans.

“perfect! let’s get you to yours.” you respond.

satoru turns over to you, blue eyes weary, before he shrugs and slumps down onto the bar. you roll your eyes, scooting your chair closer as you pull up your phone.

“i’ll do you a liberty. i know you’re probably morally opposed to taxis, so i’ll call you an uber. what’s your address?”

satoru reaches up, his fingertips brushing your wrist, as he snatches your phone and places it flat on the bar.

“no thank you.”

“toji will kick you out, you know. and he doesn’t even know you like that, he’ll probably be really mean since he has a wife to get back home to and all.”

satoru snorts.

“then i’ll just go to another bar. i’m not going home.”

you groan, noting that of course he was going to be stubborn about this too, and that whatever it was in your chest – pity, you suppose – was making you so insistent on making sure he didn’t die from alcohol poisoning tonight.

“what’s so bad about your pretty penthouse?” you ask.

he huffs a sigh.

“there’s pictures of anne marie everywhere. and i fucking hate that bitch.”

you snort, hearing such choice words about the barbie doll that you never had the pleasure of meeting, as you hop off the stool. you figured he was going to be more of the emotional drunk – crying and whining – rather than cursing her very existence.

“okay, c’mon. i know somewhere you can go.”

you feel bad for him as the night goes on. because he’s so drunk that he’s sobbing the entire drive back to your apartment, a horrendous mix of drunk ramblings about how honda civics are actually nicer than he expected and how he didn’t even know that this part of the city existed. your previous thoughts about emotional drunks were completely revoked.

he leans his entire weight on you as you drag him into the elevator, plopping him down on the couch, as you task yourself with making him a green smoothie before letting him pass out into the abyss. it’ll help with the raging hangover you’re positive that he’s going to have tomorrow – and you hope that it means he’ll spare you some kindness the following morning, for saving him from his imminent death and all.

you change into your comfy pajamas as the smoothie blends – a loose old dartmouth t-shirt and shorts – and pour it into a glass. you take a deep breath, bracing yourself, as you make your way back to the couch where satoru’s peeled his sport jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt nearly halfway down. you make it a point to not ogle his perfectly chiseled body.

“alright, satoru. this will help with your hangover tomorrow, just drink it really fast because it tastes horrible.” you state.

satoru looks over at you, completely unfazed by the green drink you hand him, and decides that he’s very shamelessly going to check you out. you can see it in his eyes – the way they follow your bare legs and your mismatched socks, before he looks back up at you and frowns.

“am i that fucking pathetic that you’re helping me?” he asks.

you grin.

“yes.” you respond.

satoru appreciates the honesty, gulping down the thick and tart smoothie that you made him, and slams the glass down on the coffee table after the fact. he wipes the residue on the back of his hand and shrinks into the couch – and you can’t help but shiver at how normal he looks.

it’s the first time that you’ve understood it, why everyone thinks he’s so attractive. he has soft and full cheeks, striking blue eyes that go perfectly with his snow white hair. a few freckles dot his nose.

“well, let’s hear it. make all the fun you fucking want.” satoru murmurs.

you roll your eyes.

“do you think i’m a bitch? i don’t kick people when they’re down. something you’re wholly unfamiliar with, i’m well aware.”

“you have no problem doing it in the office.” he states.

you scoff.

“you always start it. you can’t really get mad when i start dishing it back. and i’m a little bit better than you. i won’t make comments about you now that pretty malibu barbie’s broken your heart now because i have a shred of decency.”

satoru scoffs.

“you’ll just do it tomorrow, when i’m keen enough to fight back .” he states.

you sigh, leaning back on the couch, as you look up at the wallpaper pressed to the ceiling. it’s slightly peeling and you make a mental note to replace it when you get the time – which knowing you, you probably never will.

he was impossible.

when you look over at him, his eyes fixed to the peeling wallpaper too, but with glimmering tears sprinkling out of his eyes, though they’re slower and quieter than the sobs that he was heaving in the car. you wonder how much he really had to drink.

“you need to replace your wallpaper. it’s coming off.” satoru seethes.

“okay.” you respond.

you look back at the ceiling. you could give him some advice too.

“you should stop dating gold diggers.” you state.

he rolls his eyes.

“how was i supposed to know she was a gold digger?” he asks.

you laugh.

“it’s not normal to buy your girlfriend’s entire wardrobe. and her car. and her..”

“okay, okay, okay. it was a gift!” he defends.

“you know, normal people get a giftcard and call it a day. or a candle from target.” you respond.

there’s a whisper of a smile on satoru’s face as he sighs, before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“okay, well. i was trying to be sweet. her love language was giving gifts.”

you snort.

“shocker.” you deadpan.

he reaches for the closest cushion, before smacking it straight across your chest. you’re quick to snatch it from his hands, holding it close to your chest, as the two of you stick back to the silence.

“so what do i do?” he asks.

“what do you mean?”

“i dunno. never done a break up before. she was like my first girlfriend.”

you would understand it. you would, you suppose, if that was something you could relate to. being so in love that you can’t be with anyone else. but then again, that lingering question would always come back to you – how could you know that this person was the one if you hadn’t tried anything else?

in your very limited experience in your very short life, one thing always rang true – that the more time you took to learn, to experience, the better things seemed to get. you had a bunch of shit friends in high school and now you’re friends with yuuji. you had four different majors before you picked marketing because it let you be creative. you’ve dated four different guys but you’re still looking for the one.

that’s why you didn’t understand it – how people could be so one and done, on something so serious. granted, that’s probably how they end up with gold diggers.

“do you have anything of hers?” you ask.

satoru gives you a strange look, before digging his hand in his pocket, and fishing out his wallet. he opens up the little zipper, yanking a little silver necklace out of the leather, and placing it into the palm of your hand.

you feel your eyes widen a little bit, sparkling diamonds set in a little circular mother of pearl design, as you run your fingers over it. you shake yourself out of it, looking over at him resting his forearms against his knees, expectantly waiting for an answer.

“real cute. go throw it out of my window.” you state, handing it back to him.

“i beg your pardon?”

“so a window is an opening in the wall or roof that…” you start.

he lightly shoves you, before clutching the necklace in his fist.

“i can’t throw it out. it’s fucking expensive.”

you roll your eyes.

“that means nothing to you. you’re not throwing it away because you still like raggedy anne.”

“raggedy anne?” he asks.

“yuuji, katie, and i call her that. red hair kind of set that one up for us but…”

his eyes widen, as he leans forward.

“do you guys not like her?” he asks.

you shrug, as you stand up, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you pull him closer to the window. the question catches you off guard – that he would care what the three of you would think.

you peek your head out the window – a few cars still milling on the street, the lights lazily changing, as he joins you and sticks his head out the window.

“i can’t, honey bee.” he states.

“yes, you can. it’s just a necklace.”

“but what if she wants it back?” he asks.

you fight the urge to slap him, as you stick your head back into the warmth of the apartment. he follows suit.

“you would go back to her?” you ask.

“i dunno. i –”

“she would probably only want to get back together so she can get this fucking necklace back. because she’s a gold digger! screw her, surely you could do better than that!”

satoru frowns, as he peaks out of the window again. and he makes the motion like he’s going to throw it before he looks back at you, nervously scratching at the back of his neck.

“it’s limited edition. maybe i should sell it and –”

“no. you’re going to throw it out of the window right now, on the count of three.”

“i really don’t want to. we should do something easier first.” he whines.

“one.” you state.

he panics. surely he couldn’t be serious.

“this can’t be how normal people cope. i could hit someone and give them a black eye..”

“two.” you scold.

“maybe i don’t want to be a normal person. i think that this is all –”

“three.”

you snatch the necklace out of his open palm and throw it straight out of the window. it makes a little clinking sound when it finally hits the bottom, the two of you poking your heads out of the window to now see it tangled in the sewage gutter that’s been dirtied by the recent rain.

“you threw her necklace.” satoru states, in exasperation.

“when normal people can’t do it on their own, a trusted friend does it to keep them in line.” you state, pushing back into the apartment and wiping your hands.

satoru follows behind you, his steps featherlike, as you reach for his phone and start scrolling through the contacts. he’s leaning his head over your shoulder, eyes wide as you pull up anne marie’s contact and hold it out to him.

“you’re going to make me block her too?” he asks.

“no. you should call her once and say some mean stuff and then block her.”

satoru’s eyes widen.

“mean stuff?”

“call her. tell her she’s a gold digger. that you think her voice is annoying or something.” you add.

satoru crosses his hands over his chest.

“that’s not very mature.”

“okay, but you’re back in dog years since you’ve been dating this girl forever. plus, i’d say it’s immature to be in a god knows how long relationship with someone just for their money. does she have any consideration for you?”

satoru pauses, like he’s mulling the thought over.

“if you don’t do it, you’re going to become even more weird and repressed than you are now.” you state

“i’m not repressed!” he whines.

“be immature! say a bunch of bullshit and then hang up! you’ll feel great – you…you’re supposed to do these types of things at least once. this is like a rite of passage.”

satoru gives you a weary look as you lean forward, pressing the dial button. his eyes go wide as you start whispering, gesturing for him to do it.

“hello? satoru?” anne marie says, voice confused.

there’s a considerable amount of sound behind the speaker, loud booming music making it very clear that raggedy anne is at the club while satoru’s moping it out in your apartment.

“do it.” you whisper.

“hi annie.” satoru murmurs.

you roll your eyes at the nickname.

“did you want something satoru?” she asks.

“yeah. yeah, i just wanted to say…” satoru starts.

“hold on one second.” she says.

there’s a murmuring over the speaker, which she’s clearly covered, as you start whispering. tell her she’s annoying! she won’t even give you the time of day on a phone call!!

“sorry, i’m back. i’m on a date right now so i was just trying to slip away.”

satoru looks up at you.

“you’re a bitch.” he murmurs.

you fight the urge to laugh.

“what did you say?” anne marie responds.

“you’re a bitch.” he says louder.

“good! say it again!” you whisper.

satoru has the whisper of a smile on his face, the silent support goading him on, as he keeps talking.

“you…you’re annoying. you have a really high pitched voice and every time you wake up in the morning, it gives me an ear splitting headache. and you…you look horrible in blue.”

the choice of words is a little middle school, but you’ll give it to him. there was a first time for everything.

“say something else.” you whisper.

“is that a girl?” anne marie asks.

you both widen your eyes, before satoru quickly hangs up and start laughing. you note that for your standards that was horrendously tame, but the glint in his eyes seems to signify that it’s at least done something for him, because it’s the first time he properly smiles after entering your apartment.

“how was that?”

“fucking great! she sounded like an idiot!” he responds.

“she sure did.”

“now she’s probably wondering which girl i’m with and working herself over it.” he responds.

you shake your head, pulling out the sheets to make the fold out bed for him properly, before you make your way back over to your own room. screaming middle school insults seems to sober him up enough, because he joins you in folding the sheets, a smile on his face.

“have you done that before?” he asks.

“done what?” you ask.

“throw stuff out like that? call an ex-boyfriend?”

you smile.

“mhm. my first boyfriend irritated me so bad that i took everything he ever gave me – a dried up bouquet of flowers, a necklace, birthday cards and all that type of stuff – and threw it in a trash can outside of the bank i go to. and the calling, i did that once when my ex-boyfriend decided to go to san diego for a trip instead of meeting up with me. he made it pretty clear for a week that we were going to break up on that day and i had hyped myself up for it, just for him to not show up. so i got pissed and called him then and there.” you state.

satoru’s floored.

“really? that’s such a dick move.”

“i mean, s’pretty standard.”

you’ve been on the carousel of assholes your entire life. but satoru shakes his head.

“i can’t believe someone would even do that. that’s unusually cruel.”

you forgot about that part. that with having experienced next to nothing, there’s a sense of naivety that comes with it too.

or hope. whichever word speaks to you more – and at the current moment, it’s the latter, only because he seems so genuinely downtrodden by it – so genuinely believing that people are meant to be good and kind that he can’t fathom someone being mean and selfish just for the sake of it.

you feel bad for him.

“that it is. almost as cruel as dating someone just for their money.” you respond.

satoru sighs.

“yeah.”

“that’s kind of the cool part now.” you respond.

“what is?”

you sit down flat on the bed, the sheets nicely tucked in and folded, as you pat the little spot next to you on the bed. he obliges, his legs stretching out a considerable distance past yours, as you cross your arms over your chest.

“this is going to sound really weird, but some day you’re going to agree with me.” you state.

“okay.”

“you’re going to feel a lot of things in the next few months. and then after the fact, when you’re really truly over it, you’re going to realize how real all of that was.”

“meaning?”

you shrug.

“you’re going to mope and listen to sad songs for a while. and those songs are going to hit like they’ve never hit before, you’re going to realize people have been writing about this exact feeling that you’re experiencing for years. you’ve just gone through a shared experience that almost everyone has, no matter who they are, of getting your heart shattered.”

satoru’s never thought of it that way. granted, he’s only been thinking about it for three days, but still.

“then you’re going to be pissed. you’re going to do a bunch of stupid stuff and you might even regret it a little bit, but that’s part of learning more about yourself. maybe you really do like to have the last word. maybe you can’t fathom it at all, seeing that person ever again. either way, you’re going to figure out something about yourself and it’s going to make it all the more worth it. that’s part of this entire thing – experiencing something new, doing things three, four, five times and fucking up each time, just to…get something out of it. figure out whatever you’ve got going on in this thing.” you respond, flicking at his forehead.

satoru rubs the spot, glaring at you, as you shoot him a smile.

“there’s no point in doing anything once. you’re going to live a really long life, were you really only going to date and love one girl the entire time? i know you must have more to give than that.” you state.

“do you not believe in marriage?” he asks.

you frown.

“who said i don’t believe in marriage?”

“i mean, you seem like so…hippie dippie. i get what you’re saying and…and i’m even inclined to believe you’re right…but where does that stop? you can’t go on experiencing things and people and loving forever?”

you smile.

“why do you think so little of marriage? do you really think all of that stops once you enter a relationship with someone?”

satoru freezes.

“you keep doing that stuff, but with the person you know is meant for you. clearly your relationship with raggedy anne must have been really, very boring, because getting to do new things together is the fun part. i’d argue that it’s even the point of even being together – growing into something new.”

satoru thinks you're wise. he thinks that he’s still leftover drunk and whatever it is you’re saying is coming out like poetry to him, that it’s singing to the tune that’s been going on in the background of his head for the past year, because really – his relationship was very boring.

it had gotten monotonous. maybe he stayed because he didn’t know anything different. maybe that’s why he was so obsessed with stalking your every move – making sly comments, finding mistakes in your reports - just because you were always so keen to give him a different answer, one he couldn’t predict, the only constant thing about you being that you were always different.

“your brain looks like it’s working overtime. you should go to bed.” you state.

“okay, yeah.”

satoru is still drunk. somewhat drunk. maybe a little.

it’s why he leans forward, to press a warm kiss to the side of your cheek. he notes that your eyes go wide, as you immediately lift your hand to press your fingers to the skin, your cheeks flushing pink.

“i was hoping you were going to give me like a thousand dollars or something as a gift for being nice to you.”

satoru grins. because again, it wasn’t the answer he was expecting at all.

“i could do that too.” he states.

you roll your eyes, before reaching forward to pinch his cheek.

“shut up.”

“you’re pretty.”

you’re taken aback by the comment, leaning back to cross your hands over your chest, as you eye him again. messy hair, swollen eyes, and pink lips from the drinks.

“you’re not that bad either. you look way better like this.”

“like this?”

“you know…no fancy mousse. creepy perfectly tailored suit. having a proper meltdown and all. not to be rude, but your distress might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

satoru scoffs.

“you’re just jealous that i look so great all the time.”

you shake your head.

“not at all. i’m not into that at all – the whole perfect, rich boy thing.”

satoru leans forward, eyes wide.

“what are you into?” he asks.

you smile.

“did you really crash your car?” you ask.

he groans.

“you know about that?”

you laugh.

“i’m into that. you being a real person. i think you’re very funny when you’re drunk and you have the insults of a middle schooler. your hair looks very good when it’s all messed up like this and your very genuine enthusiasm and curiosity is very refreshing.”

“yeah?” satoru whispers, a glint in his eyes.

“mhm. don’t lose sleep over it, okay?” you respond, pinching his cheek as you shuffle your way over to your room.

satoru watches as you retreat, your mismatched socks riding up to your ankles, and he can’t help but wonder if you’re right. if he had missed out.

he hadn’t done anything. anything at all. you were three feet away – with an entire life he knew nothing about. the little scars on your arms were all a story, maybe from pulling something out of the stove too fast or falling on the pavement, and he can’t help but wonder what it all was.

if he could still gain it all, after years of falling behind.

satoru was always an overachiever. he was going to do this, he was going to do this now.

satoru stands up, legs carrying him to the door of your bedroom, as he firmly knocks on the wood. he hears something that sounds like a thud, before you swing the door open, your eyes adjusting to the brightness outside to find him standing there.

“it’s been one minute.” you deadpan.

“can i sleep with you?”

“i beg your pardon?”

satoru sighs.

“i’ve never slept in the same bed as someone.”

“huh? you and raggedy anne never…”

he shakes his head.

“i mean, like once, but it was by accident. my penthouse has two beds and i don’t know what it feels like to…sleep next to someone.”

you pause. and let your curiosity get the better of you.

“are you a virgin?”

“i am not a virgin.”

you laugh at the irritation in his voice, before holding the door open wider and gesturing for him to walk into the room.

“my bed isn’t that big.” you state.

“that’s okay. just…please? let me?”

you assume that saying no would be equivalent to kicking a dog while it’s down. it’s what you reason to yourself as you let him in, watching as he giggles at your stuffed animals and your glasses in the nightstand before he wraps his arms around you, his embrace warm around you.

you swear he kisses your hairline.

“did you just kiss me again?”

“hey. i’m experiencing new things. i’ve got tons of places i have to kiss you on my list.”

you snort.

“you’re bold.” you state.

“and you’re really very sweet. i really like you, you know that?”

you roll your eyes, before leaning back into his touch. it’s so innocent, so unlike any other guy you’ve talked too – so excited about kissing you on the top of your head.

maybe it’s a little bit less pity than you anticipated.

“do you ever think i could do that?” he asks.

“do what?”

“what you’re talking about? doing things four, five, six times…growing with someone and all that?” he asks.

you sigh, before placing one of your hands over his.

“yes, satoru. of course you can.”

the following monday, you’re greeted by a little box on your desk. you open it up to a giftcard and four target candles, accompanied with a little note and his horrible chicken scratch handwriting.

honey bee, heard normal people give gift cards and candles as gifts. but i’m indecisive so there’s four candles. also, they’re custom made and really expensive so don’t throw them out to sass me or make a point or something :O satoru

and you see him an hour later, a cup of the cheap office coffee in his hand, as he walks around talking to everyone in the office. his tie is a little bit loose and his hair is unstyled – and you think that it’s interesting, that he had taken what you had said to heart. and your previous thought stands.

that he really does look better this way.

he makes his way over after twenty minutes, leaning down and basically pressing his cheek to yours as he looks at your monitor.

“did you check your math?” he asks.

“do you want me to shove a pencil down your throat?” you ask.

satoru laughs and you can’t help but smile.

“did you like my gift?”

“yes. but i have a few notes.”

satoru stands up properly, leaning against your desk with his hands crossed over his chest, as he gestures for you to talk.

“do tell.”

“when i say candle, i really do mean one candle. and you know, i meant like an eight dollar candle. like the shit ones that give you allergies.”

“candles can give you allergies?”

“i get watery eyes when they aren’t soy or natural.” you state.

“noted. what else?”

“when i say gift card, i mean twenty bucks. not two thousand dollars.”

satoru whines.

“so many rules. you’re so high maintenance, honey bee.” he whines, cupping your chin in his hand and squeezing once, before shuffling back to his office.

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gyllenhaalstories · 9 months ago

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FORTUNE COOKIE — DETECTIVE LOKI 🥠

summary: you're in luck! the restaurant did not run out of fortune cookies this time.

warnings:food & eating, smut (hickeys, mirror sex, nipple play, thighjob, mention of edging). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1785

gif credits: @/elliewilliums (cropped) / divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

notes: happy valentine's day! i'm sending you all so much love. 💝 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You parked your car next to Loki's, although the parking lot was empty at this hour. This sounded like a cute metaphor about how you could have all the space in the world, yet you'd rather stay close to your man. Anyway. You parked your car and struggled with just about everything beyond that point. Your hands were too full to close and lock the door easily and to zip your coat and put its hood over your head. Once you figured it out, you waddled your way to the restaurant. You struggled with the push and pull mechanism, nothing special there, and you especially struggled to look normal while you bee-lined to his usual table.

You were lucky, his back faced the door so he did not catch even the smallest visual glimpse of your shenanigans. Although he could not see you, his face beamed with a smile at the squeaky sound of your shoes and at your clumsy apologies to the waitress for coming in so close to closing hours.

"Surprise." You laughed at how you ruined your own plans. You handed him the precious package you were holding close to your body this whole time.

"What are you doing here?" Loki's eyes glanced up at you, then down at the box you were handing him. Pink wrapping paper, pink ribbon, pink bow, pink everything.

"I just told you, I wanted to surprise you." He emptied your hand so you could pull your phone out of your pocket. "Look, it's after midnight."

He blinked, with an arched brow.

"That means it's Valentine's Day." You smiled from ear to ear.

"I thought we had plans for dinner not... for now."

"Surprise!" You repeated and hopped closer to him, leaning in for a quick kiss. "I know we said no gift. I also know that if I tried to hide the gift, you'd find it. So this is the best plan I came up with!"

He set the box down on the table and attempted to search through the pocket of his black coat, but he stopped to listen to you.

You told him you knew he'd be there to eat before coming back home, so you would not lovingly scold him about not prioritizing his needs. You told him it was no bother, to drive in the middle of the night to meet with him. You told him you planned this all out with love. You also told him how proud you were for surprising him for once, well, kind of.

"I'm proud of you." You smiled when you sat down in front of him. You caught him just in time, too, he had finished his food. He politely asked the waitress for a refill of coffee. He searched his coat again and pulled a gift out of it.

The box was not wrapped up all cutesy like yours, but you could not care less.

"I know we said no presents." The waitress reappeared and placed two fortune cookies between Loki and you. She walked back to the kitchen with the empty coffee pot.

After Loki sipped his coffee, you both agreed to open your presents at the same time.

Loki carefully pulled on the ribbon and peeled the heart patterned paper off the box. He gasped when he opened it and discovered a ring. It resembled the Masonic ring he wore, but it was different. Loki's ring was plain, it suited him. But the one you got for him showed intricate details and complex craftsmanship.

"I don't need to understand it to know it's important for you." You watched his reactions closely while he studied the ring. You explained how you saw an advertisement in the newspaper about people selling vintage knickknacks. It was not too far out of town, it was set up like a yard sale. You found the ring in an old jewellery box, had it cleaned up, and saved it for this special occasion.

"I love it." He closed the box and smiled widely. "Thank you." You could feel how much this gift mattered to him and you were happy with yourself. "It's your turn."

So, you opened your present too. You frowned, confused, when you pulled out a chain that looked exactly like his.

"You like mine so much, figured you wanted your own..." You spoke at the same time. "So we can match."

You insisted on putting it on right away, but Loki decided you should wait until you both got home. The waitress came back to clean your tables and, before you left, you opened your fortune cookies.

Loki was a little superstitious about his cookies, he liked to give them time to work their magic so you did not share what the strip or paper said right away. He paid and tipped the waitress generously and headed outside.

You waved goodbye at the waitress and wished her "Happy Valentine's day!"

*~*~*

Loki hung the towel to dry on the rack, his messy half dry hair looked so different from his usual slicked back look. He looked relaxed, at peace. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while the steam from the shower slowly dissipated.

You handed him the small necklace and he groaned in response, not wanting to leave the embrace just yet. You had waited too long with the ride home in your respective cars and the long steamy shower. You wanted your present.

He obliged, though, and carefully put the chain around your neck. He watched your reflection in the mirror with a corner smile. "You look so beautiful, my love."

You looked at yourself through the mirror too and brought your hand to touch the cold metal of the chain. It was exactly like Loki's, you'd always have a piece of him with you that way.

Loki kissed your cheek and along the side of your neck, where he focused until your brain got too fuzzy to thank him again for the Valentine's day present. He lingered on one spot, sucking a light mark on it that he soothed with gentle licks. His hands caressed your exposed chest.

"I'm guessing you love it as much as I do?" You looked at the mirror again and caught a glimpse of your man smirking against your skin and marking you up some more while his hands were groping your tits.

He grunted, now teasing your nipples until they got hard. He loved to feel you squirm against his naked body, your ass grinding on his hardening cock.

You gasped when he pinched and pulled gently on your nipples.

He had no intention of hurting you, he simply wanted to tease you. His day was long, rough, as it always seemed to be but your surprise at the restaurant put him in a much better mood. Despite wanting to enjoy your body and to explore every inch of it by peppering kisses, his body forced him to pick up the pace.

"Please..." You whispered, begging him to keep touching you.

And he did, without needing you to explain any further. His hands abandoned your breasts and travelled down.

You lost sight of them in the mirror, but your entire body felt like it melted when his fingers touched your pussy.

"So fucking wet for me." He praised you in your ear, before he switched sides and started to mark the rest of your neck with hickeys. He dipped two fingers between your folds.

Instinctively, your legs opened up for him. You gave him enough space for his hand, but also for his cock.

He pushed his cock between your legs and moaned of pleasure when your pussy lips coated him with wetness. Loki helped you close your legs just a bit, so that he could fuck your thighs.

It was not as satisfying as having him buried inside of your pussy or feeling his fingers rub your tingly clit, but this felt so good still.

It felt especially good when Loki grabbed your hips to hold you in place. He fucked himself with your thighs, grunting louder and louder with each thrust. "Fuck," he mumbled, face still in your neck. "Been thinking of your pussy all day."

You reached a hand behind you and put it on the back of his head, holding him close. "Need you inside me, baby."

"Say that again." He demanded, his eyes rolled to the back of his head when you whined loudly as the tip of his cock hit your clit.

You took a deep breath, trying to speak coherently although this seemed next to impossible when Loki was fucking you. "I need your cock so bad. I need you inside me. Please. Please!"

"Good girl." Loki stopped moving, his cock lodged between your thighs and under your wet pussy.

"Why?" You complained, tears began to pool at the corner of your eyes. You needed him to keep going so bad.

His fingers started to rub your clit instead, but it was way too slow for your liking. "Wanna know what my fortune cookie said?"

You put your hand over his, trying to make him speed up and take you closer to your orgasm, but you failed.

His strong hand just kept rubbing small, lazy circles on your sensitive clit. "Answer me. Do you want to know?"

You rolled your eyes and surrendered. "What did it say?"

He wore a proud smile on his face. When you noticed it, you chuckled. "It said to Plan for many pleasures ahead." You rolled your eyes and he insisted. "No, no, no. I'm serious! You don't believe me? You wanna see it?" He gave your pussy a gentle slap to make you quit your attitude.

It succeeded in making your brain short circuit for a second.

"I can prove it to you that this was written on the paper. It's in my coat, I'm gonna go and get it." Loki pulled away from you, his hands, and his cock, leaving your body.

You whined so loud that he laughed.

He was surprised at your reaction, but he was more so aroused at how much you wanted to feel him.

"What is it? You don't want me to go?"

"Absolutely not." You turned around, finally looking at him directly in the eye. "But we're still gonna go somewhere." You erased the distance between your bodies again only to push him out of the bathroom and in direction of the bedroom.

He walked backwards, letting you guide him with a proud smirk.

"I'd rather make the fortune cookie's wish come true."

Loki turned you around and, when you finally got near the bed, he pushed you down on it. "That's my good fucking girl."

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spotlightlowlife · 10 months ago

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Helluva Boss has responsibility issues - Ozzie, Bee and Mammon edition

These characters have a job which is to govern over and make business out of a designated part of the psyche, one of the seven deadly sins, but it goes further than a job, they're world leaders and their role is their purpose.

What do they do day in day out?

They have fun.

If they're there to be liked that is.

Bee is a great rep for gluttony

Her design is nice, she looks fun, youthful and vibrant and I appreciate that she's not large or lazy. Many people agree, she represents the positive aspects of gluttony in having fun and indulging yourself with the company of others, eat drink and be merry, something she gains from.

Unfortunately it seems that in order to be liked, she had to be diluted.

Bee, prince of gluttony, got humbled by losing a drinking contest to Blitzø who is half her size and a tiny fraction of her true size. Bee then disassociated herself from overindulgence by seeing that Blitzø was going overboard early and wanting that issues dealt with at a distance not by her.

She claims he's ruining the vibe but does this cut off her supply? Ruin her stock? Does it snap people out of their enjoyment? Who knows, she got pushed as 'nice' so her observation so far is probably from a caring place, not a business stance.

Ozzie is a good representative for lust

Sex positivity is good. Like eople should be able to indulge enjoy, as should multiple people, they should all be having a good time. Shaming a lovey lovey couple for lowering the tone at his lust themed club was something he had the right to, even though love and lust can easily go hand in hand and he clearly caters to anyone interested in kink, it was reasonable (and well written humor) to want them to take that outside.

Where they cutting off his lust supply?

Where they potentially off putting for others?

Who knows, but Ozzie's push of anti-love whilst clearly being in love, served as an excuse to loveably humble him.

He could had he been business minded and had both separately, but it seems that business = bad, which leads on to...

Mammon is an excellent representative of greed

Business and greed got merged into one, there are definitely 'positive' aspects to business and therefore greed. Such as professional distance, going where the money is, trying out different leadership strategies moving with the times and welcoming the new.

This character was able to reveal little of his personal views, but enough to know that he disproved of certain things but would still put in the work in their direction, such as beauty pageants and sxxdolls, however he was able to adapt them to suit himself and everyone, a clown pageant and a multipurpose dolls. It was all about supply and demand for profit.

He set up the pageant for anyone to enter, nobody in mind, he was rather transparent in what the plan was too. Knowing what we know of how profit driven he is, his discouragement of female entering could easily have been more than an excuse to add the Viv credit joke based on sales forecast, yet it was a remark he went on to take back. Through the pageant he wasn't opposed to Fizz losing and fresh meat taking over. He was however opposed to Fizz not putting in the work.

It's debatable that he lacks self awareness because we have already established that this character sets person feelings aside and just wants business to run, furthermore, for all we know Fizz may be bringing hesitation for the first time this year. It makes sense why he's willing to let Fizz voice hatred for him aslong as he keeps up being milked until dry.

A lot like many employers in hospitality (a reminder that Fizz was also fed up in this area) and entertainment.

Mammon stepped into the ever triggering parent role and numberours of them, referring to the future pageant winner as 'stepkid', Fizz as a 'son' and 'grand baby', firmly asserting himself as a leader who commands respect which isn't entirely bad, all whilst behaving like a strict stage parent from the very beauty pageants he criticizes, and why? Because it's effective maybe? Like it or not we saw his shows go on to be a massive success.

In the real world we have things widely and rightfully condemned like low grade junk food and cheap clothes, only at the same time as some fat cat getting richer pushing poor quality, these goods are being made accessible to those with little who can't afford better. A greedy business person person who wants more customers likely doesn't care that they are doing great harm or help.

Looloo land was a good example of corporate greed big business that people benefit from, like it or not. This place was easily accessible and the workforce were anyone.

Mammon protected his rip off inspired work with a contract so tight that the leader of hell can't do anything about it.

A complex contract is something we would see again with fellow villain and successful gangster businessman Crimson.

Blitzø on the other hand is not failing because he's their opposite which is 'good', he is failing because he is a very proud, arrogant individual who wants his idea to just work, there's little wiggle room. It was Moxxie who would learn in the episode where he was allowed to lead his own mission that a 'my way or the highway' attitude can bring more issues than solution.

Back to Moxxie. When his very greedy and sinister dad was ready to use him for a business deal that would involve an arranged marriage, he tried superficially winning Moxxie over by rigging the house with dildos, assuming he must enjoy stuff like that.

This guy objectified and forced the hand of his own adult child with zero interest and regard.

Yet did we have to see Mammon being made to rebuke these behaviours and let us know there's limitations to his greed? No, he didn't need to tone down.

Only 'greed' is held to accountability

The higher ups have to be humbled in order to be liked, the only ways seems to be to have a place themselves alongside and have sexual relationship with those at the very bottom of society

and not be responsible for the negative aspects of what they govern over are.

All the fun and non of the responsibility

As covered, Bee and Ozzie who we had to learn are believers in knowing your limits and consent, are nothing to with any trouble associate with them that follow,

ws. so whilst Crimson provided excellent groundwork for Mammon with his greed and making a loved imp sad, there have been two missed opportunities to passively pad out Ozzie and Bee.

Verosika the sucubus SA Moxxie with her gang, they shapeshifted into cute humans to come to earth and host a sucubus hosted beach party, to corrupt a bunch of youths. Verosika would also be revealed to be an addict, along with Barbiewire. Verosika would travel to earth with beeljuice which caused a massive scene.

Barbie shape shifted into a human, travelled with Ozzie's crystals (something Stolas as high up as he is had to request) and seduced a teenager into helping her push drugs.

But it's not Ozzie nor Bee's issues, they don't associate with the negative aspects of what they rule over.

Two side characters are pushing frowned upon over indulgence and degeneracy amungst kids on earth.

In a story where the parent story tells us that there's a hell overpopulation problem.

An issue that is dealt with via genocide and the mess left behind in the form of devine weapon parts, can slay the higher ups!

But that's not Ozzie nor Bee's issues?

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss beelzebub #helluva boss mammon #hazbin hotel critical #long post #character analysis

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jewels2876 · 2 years ago

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The Mix Up

A/N: Adding this to my Dad!Bucky Barnes world which you can find here

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Square for @marvelfluffbingo: Meet Cute

Word Count: 533

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff!

Divider by the always amazing @firefly-graphics

You stared at the sale sign “All Sales Final.” You grumbled under your breath as you picked up the basic red and green tartan patterned set.

“Can I help you?” The sales clerk had a pleasant smile.

“I only want the top of this. Can I get a discount?”

The sales clerk shook her blonde curls with a frown.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the store…

“Why do they have to be sold in sets?” he whined to Steve. “You know I only like bottoms.” Sam snickered. “Jerk,” Bucky muttered.

Sam grabbed the red and green tartan pattern set and shoved it in Bucky’s hands. “This crowd is only going to get worse. Just take them and go!”

Back at the cash register…

“Please? Is there any way I could just…?”

The sales clerk and her manager both grumbled. “Miss, we really can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Bucky asked.

You turned and startled at the attractive group of men behind you in line. “I just want the tops. I’m trying to barter here but…”

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up as he looked you over quickly. “What size did you pick up?” You told him. Both Steve and Sam gave you a polite smile, then a shove to Bucky’s shoulders before getting out of line. “Can I buy both of these?” Before you could say anything, Bucky grabbed the set out of your hands and threw them on the counter. The sales clerk happily rang up the purchase and shoved both into one bag, then handed over the receipt. “Another bag please?”

Bucky handed you the empty bag as he opened the sets, separating the tops from the bottoms. He placed both tops in your bag and the bottoms in his. “Doll, you saved me a trip back here, thanks!” He started to walk away, to find where Steve and Sam had wandered.

“Hey, wait a minute!” You jogged up to him quickly and matched his pace. “Can I buy you a coffee after all that?”

“Daddy, did that WIWY happen?” Bianca frowned, sensing she was being told a fib. “You and Mommy both say wying is bad.”

“I swear, baby doll, that’s how I first met your mom. Long before I knew she was a superhero.” Bucky glanced over at you, a teasing half-smile on his lips. “Didn’t you always wonder why Mommy had on Daddy’s shirts?”

Bianca thought hard for a moment. Bucky could see the moment she came to her conclusion. “You’re right. But why do you sometimes only wear underwear?”

You rolled your eyes at your very intelligent daughter. “Ok, enough stories for tonight! Off to bed with you, munchkin.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, Bucky following suit. “Good night.”

Bucky pulled the door, leaving a sliver of light per his daughter’s recent request, as you sagged against the wall. Bucky turned toward you, his lips finding yours. You sighed and wiggled out of his grasp. “Unless you,” you whispered as you poked his bare chest, “want to be the one to explain ‘the birds and the bees’ to your daughter now, we should…”

Bucky interrupted your statement with a sweet kiss. “I can handle it.”

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riversimmone · 1 year ago

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China Doll

RiverOfTheSand

Summary:

AU one-shot. She was begging him to save her, and everyone knew that Sasuke Uchiha was a sucker for a damsel in distress. Warning: mention of rape. Rated mature just in case.

Notes:

Cross-posted from fanfiction.net. Listening to the song 'Chyna Girl' by Sweetbox is what inspired this one-shot originally. It was just going to be a short fic, but later, curiosity led to me checking out the title on Wikipedia (I've only semi-recently discovered Sweetbox but have become addicted). I was directed to the disambiguation 'China Dolls'. Further exploration led to a page on human trafficking in Malaysia. 'China Doll' is a nickname for the women who work in restaurants and hotels in Malaysia, etc, that are forced into the sex trade. So obviously, this is a human trafficking story, and I in no way condone the workings of this industry… that was the first and last disclaimer I've made since joining fanfiction – there's no friggin point to the bloody things, but I felt like it would be wrong if I didn't here. Rated M Please read and review. :)

"If one man cannot change the world, he can at least help others to shape it."

The man left the hotel room happy with himself and fixing the fly on his expensive suit pants, not noticing the adolescent who had accidentally gotten out of the elevator on the wrong level. But despite his mistake, the teenage boy stumbled into the hallway, giggling slightly at a private joke in his head and swaying as he made his way down the corridor. His father owned this hotel, so he had made it a point to procure himself a Master Key as soon as he could after the sale had gone through six months ago. Once a month, Fugaku Uchiha held some stuck up party in the ballroom, entertaining guests and conversing with dignitaries from around the world.

It was boring.

The teenager stopped, looking around suddenly as he tried to focus on his surroundings. He wasn't drunk… was he? No, if he were drunk, he'd be singing and dancing, or possibly sobbing about his mother while hunched over in a corner. Sasuke Uchiha was not a very attractive drunk, which was why he always stopped himself before he'd drunk too much. And tonight was no exception.

Besides, he'd been sneaking what little alcohol he could for the last hour and a half, so it wasn't like he had open access to the bar – he wasn't legal quite yet.

Sasuke inhaled deeply, and groaned. He had yet to start walking again, spinning his Master Key around his forefinger (he'd tied it to a metal loop without the key chain), and trying to remember what he was doing in the hallway. He only came to these parties to hook up – some of those foreign dignitaries had luscious daughters – and he could do so with anonymity. His father still assumed he was a virgin and never bothered to ask if he'd learned the birds and bees, while Itachi… well, Sasuke wasn't sure how much he knew.

Sasuke hiccupped softly, and shook his head. 'What am I doing again?'

Oh, right. He'd never stayed at one of his father's functions for so long before, but the girl had been worth the effort. He wasn't some man-whore – no, Sasuke didn't sleep around – he was incredibly fussy about who he slept with. She had to be someone his father would never meet, or never look twice at, and she had to be able to carry a conversation about something other than this month's issue of Vogue, or what her favourite celebrity was going to stupidly name their newborn.

Sasuke chuckled softly. "Apple… I'll name you Apple!"

Fucking random.

He leant against the wall, vaguely aware that moments before, some strange man had recently exited a room nearby and swaggered over to the elevators at the other end of the hall. From his precarious position against the wall, he spotted the man entering the lift and caught a split second look at the smug face.

'What is he doing up here?'

Sasuke considered for a moment, the possibility that he actually was drunk. He'd been recalling the face of the dark haired girl downstairs that had snuck out of the party first, and… he couldn't remember. He groaned, clutching his head. Suri, her name was Suri. And she was waiting for him in her room… suite 303.

Right.

He pushed off the wall with effort and headed to the door his father had just exited, his mind trying to go to sleep while his body screamed at him. For once, his brain was letting him down, while every instinct in him was telling him that Fugaku had not been up here for anything good. He was supposed to be entertaining guests downstairs, not up here, on the restricted level…

Wait.

Sasuke turned around. 'I got off on the restricted level?'

This was the only floor that wasn't under any kind of surveillance and one needed a Master Key to even get off on it. He giggled at his own stupidity. 'I have a Master Key.'

So that was why the door in front of him didn't have a number on it – just a hastily scratched silhouette where the number was supposed to be. He rubbed his fingers over the indentation that stood out against the otherwise untarnished mahogany door. It was so… pretty. A sound coming from within startled him slightly and he rested his heavy head on the door as he fumbled with the doorknob. His Master Key in hand, Sasuke pushed clumsily against the door, trying to remain silent as though the creaking of the wood wasn't louder than the heartbeat that was pounding in his ears.

'I should have stopped after the second… or was that the seventh shot..?'

He shook himself, trying to get rid of some of the weird, tingling sensations that were running over his body like water. Yep, he was drunk, or at least too tipsy. He made a mental note to send a bouquet to the room that Suri person was staying in, because there was no way he was going to find his way there in this state: that, and he didn't much like drunk sex.

Trying to compose himself, he was startled by the strangely sober thoughts as he realised the light in the room was off (albeit a full ten seconds after a normal sober mind would've caught onto this fact). Bolstered confidence in his sobriety pushing him on, Sasuke stepped further into the poorly illuminated room (he didn't think to turn the light on…), noticing the figure on the king sized bed. He couldn't see her face, but it was definitely a woman. The room stunk of sex, and there was no-one else here. It was obvious what had been happening in here only minutes before. He clenched his fists.

'Father…'

Fugaku Uchiha had been cheating on his wife.

Sasuke stared at the silhouette of the woman silently for a moment, feeling dangerously outraged and started toward her. She was going to learn what happened to whores.

A startled sob brought his seething to a halt. She had just whimpered in… fear? Hesitantly, he moved to the bedside table instead, and turned on the lamp there. The girl's features were illuminated in all their naked glory – her pink hair was unruly and long, her face stained with tears and those vibrant eyes were panicked, like a frightened animal's. She had the bed sheets gripped firmly in her hands and she was indeed naked, but covered in all the appropriate areas.

Sasuke tried to understand what he was seeing. She was clearly a teenager, no older than himself – he had turned sixteen six months ago – and terrified. He felt a pang of guilt, remembering the smug expression that had plastered his father's face as the old man jovially made his way back to the celebrations he'd been organising for a month.

But what was he supposed to say? He continued to stare at the girl, musing on the words before they fell from his lips of their own accord.

"Are you okay?" His voice was somewhat of a whisper, but clear and sharp at the same time.

The girl had started making soft whimpering noises, but at sound of his voice, her head jerked up violently and he took her in fully. She was beautiful, even if a bit undernourished. She was shaking slightly, but a fiercely intent look on her face told him there was more fight in her than her whimpering would have had one believe. She also looked thoughtful, a little desperate, and when she jerked slightly at the sound of his voice, something had pained her: she'd winced as though stung.

The pinkette seemed to make her mind up about something and lowered the sheet that she was clutching to her chest, but not enough to expose herself – just enough to show him the blood red bite marks on her sternum.

"P-please," she begged him softly. "Please, will you help me?"

"What do you need?" He found that he was still whispering, and couldn't help himself.

She swallowed heavily. "I need to get out of here."

Sasuke nodded automatically, as though enthralled and his body moved of its own accord, stepping forward as the strangely exotic pinkette shuffled toward him, meeting him half way across the bed. He wrapped her up in the white sheets, noticing the splatter of blood contrasting severely with the crisp sheet for the first time and couldn't help but inhale the stench of bodily fluids as he swept her up bridal style and strode toward the door.

And again, he wondered at the state of his mind: he was drunk, he had to be. Why else would he be hurriedly ushering this barely covered girl off of the restricted level, past the blind spots in the security system on the other floors, out into the undercover car park, into the Mercedes his father had bought him but told him he was too immature to drive (the idiot) and out of the neighbourhood?

It was just further proof that Itachi was right about him – he had a bad habit of not thinking things through.

– China Doll –

Sasuke agonised for a few minutes on where to go. Surely Fugaku would notice soon that his "pet" had disappeared. While he doubted the cops would suddenly blare through the night streets looking for him to return his sex slave to his father, he worried about their getaway. He'd learnt the blind spots in the surveillance purely to be able to move through the hotel as inconspicuously as possible – freedom and mischief and all that. His desire to break the rules had never shocked him before, let alone resulted in him driving the victim of his father's lust away from the scene of the crime.

It was almost midnight.

Sasuke glanced in the rear-view mirror at the pinkette – she was asleep in the back seat, her face as peaceful as an angel's. And that was how he decided where to go.

Mikoto Uchiha was well known for having married Fugaku and was well liked for her philanthropic gestures. She spent most of her time away from her husband these days – their marriage was ending soon, but it wasn't public knowledge yet, and right now, they were separated. Sasuke could honestly say he wasn't surprised, nor was he upset. His mother deserved better. But right now, she was the answer to his problems. She was in Tokyo for the holidays – it was the beginning of the two month summer break and Sasuke was planning on heading out to see her before meeting up with friends. But Naruto would have to forgive him for cancelling their plans.

There was a cottage that Mikoto owned (one of the few things she had that wasn't bought with his father's money), called 'Angel Cottage'. It had belonged to her great grandfather, Tenshi, which meant "angel". His father had never been there, as far as he knew, and there was no reason to believe he would suddenly go there now.

The drive out of the city and into bushland took half an hour, and the moment the Mercedes hit gravel instead of cooled tar, the pink haired girl woke up from the sudden shift from luxury driving to mountain climbing. It wasn't so bad really; the back road into this forest wasn't entirely unkempt. But the Mercedes wasn't made for this terrain. Fortunately, the bumping and bouncing only lasted ten more minutes and Sasuke pulled up in front of his mother's cottage.

He was the first out of the car opened the back door for the pinkette to get out. She held tightly to her impromptu outfit and looked over the outside of the cottage, the parterre, the loose gravel that made up the pathway to the front door and the hanging baskets that flanked said door. It was safe to say that these aspects, and many others, had her captivated. Sasuke brushed her as he passed, remembering that she was still wrapped up in the sheet and that there should be a change of clothes inside.

He offered her the use of the only shower and set up the second room, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone tall and imposing to break down the front door and cart her off. He would be beaten to a bloody pulp and she'd be forced back into his father's arms…

Sasuke shuddered at the very thought.

Did his mother know the man was unfaithful? Was that the real reason for the impending divorce? He wondered.

For now however, Sasuke kept himself busy, hardly daring to think that their escape had gone unnoticed, but knew better than to think that his aniki of all people, would believe he had simply disappeared off the face of the earth. The pinkette came out of the shower ten minutes later, accepted a small bite that he supposed for her constituted as pigging out on food, and then went to bed, exhausted. She'd been trembling, but not from the cold. He couldn't begin to understand what she'd been through and so only offered up verbal solace, afraid that even a hug might upset her. She had a strong will – it was evident, even through the widened eyes and clumsy attempt to smile. She was just overwhelmed and he left her be for the night, unspoken questions plaguing his mind.

Sasuke stayed awake for hours after the pinkette had gone to sleep, waiting, wondering… terrified.

– China Doll –

The next morning brought the smell of fried bacon, eggs, and onion. It wafted through the cottage, stirring the youngest Uchiha and making his stomach growl instinctively. For a moment, he forgot he wasn't alone and figured his next door neighbours were trying to lure him over again to talk to their daughter… bacon and onion were his favourite, along with fried tomato. He supposed the eggs would be fine too. He stretched, stood, dressed in a half dream-like state, and ambled into the kitchen to find the pinkette girl hard at work.

Sasuke stopped and stared at her. Right, that hadn't been a beautifully dressed nightmare.

He stumbled into the room and she turned around to face him, her back to the stove top. She was holding a spatula and looking hesitant.

"I hope you don't mind," she said softly. "I was hungry."

Sasuke shrugged, realising he didn't feel so bad for someone who'd had a bit too much to drink the night before. That settled the issue on whether or not he'd actually been drunk. "It's okay – I've been woken up in worse ways than the smell of breakfast."

His attempt to make her smile worked and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. "I made enough for both of us," she said, feeling a little more sure of herself. "Sit down."

She turned back to the food and Sasuke smiled, doing as he was told. "Is there tomato?"

It felt so surreal; she was trying to pamper him in return for his daring rescue last night, and he finally remembered his manners once she'd sat their plates down and moved to take her first bite.

"I'm Sasuke," he said, hoping she'd respond in kind.

"Sakura," she gave another sheepish smile. "Ittadakimasu."

They ate in silence, and once they were finished, Sasuke tried to think about what to say.

"What happens now?" She asked.

"I don't know."

It was so awkward.

"Do you have any injuries?" He asked. "You don't need medical attention?"

She giggled and he frowned. What was he supposed to ask?

"I am fine."

He tapped the kitchen table. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"We don't even know each other."

"And yet here we are."

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, pushing her empty plate away. "I honestly don't know what to say. It's not like I've been in this situation before. I wasn't raised to take orders, I wasn't coerced into that... trade through fear – some girls are even more spirited than me, and not all of them survive long enough to complain about lack of job satisfaction." Her eyes drifted out the kitchen window as she spoke. "But last night, I was so scared. I've been terrified like that before, and there are always consequences for fighting back. I'm telling a complete stranger how I feel when I haven't done that for anyone, in my entire life." She turned back to face him. "You really did save me, you know, and you didn't have to."

"It was the right thing to do."

"Really?"

He frowned. "And… I felt guilty."

"Why?"

"That man you were with last night is my father."

He let the words sink in and watched the look on her face take on a hardened edge. Would she lash out at him? He really didn't want her to attack him. She was debating on how she was supposed to react when a knock came at the door. Sasuke inhaled, holding his breath out of sheer terror; Sakura clenched her fists, her eyes darting to him quickly. No matter how annoyed she might have been at him for his father's "appetite", Sasuke was the only person who'd shown her kindness, and she wasn't looking to introduce herself to anyone else right now.

"Sasuke?"

Sasuke let the breath out. "It's just my aniki," he said. Sakura stood up quickly, as he rose to his feet. He took in her startled expression and indicated toward the room she'd slept in. "You can hide if you want to."

She shook her head. "I don't want to be alone."

Sighing deeply, Sasuke strode over to the front door to open it as Sakura moved up behind him. As he opened the door, she stayed out of sight, but close enough to grip the Uchiha, her fingers digging into his bare arm. He ignored the stinging from her nails and addressed his brother. "Itachi."

"Otouto. May I come in?"

Sasuke glanced at Sakura. The cottage belonged to their mother, so Itachi didn't need permission to enter. He was asking to be polite and Sasuke realised this was one of those times where Itachi knew everything that was going on before it had even come to its fruition. He really was at a loss for what to do next, so instead of dragging out a pointless formality, Sasuke stepped aside to let him in.

"You have company," Itachi said unnecessarily.

The sarcasm in his voice was so faint that Sasuke only heard it because he knew his brother better than anyone else did, even his fiancé. Itachi was nothing if not observant, and he was the only person that the younger brother would've bet money on driving all the way out here to see if he had indeed stolen their father's "plaything". Sasuke scowled at the sarcasm and moved away from the door, Sakura still clinging to him, therefore forcing Itachi to close the door himself.

Sakura sat down next to him, her eyes narrowed as she studied the older brother. Sasuke was just glad she was gripping him and not running for the hills.

'I've gotta stop assuming she'll run – she's not that stupid.'

"I'm not here to make trouble Sasuke," Itachi said. "Frankly, I'm not surprised you're up here."

"What are you talking about?"

Itachi ignored Sasuke, his eyes kind as he addressed the pinkette next to her. "Where are my manners? My name is Itachi."

Sakura glanced at the younger brother warily before offering her name in return.

"Sakura? I see you were aptly name." Itachi returned his attention to his brother, and sat down in a one person settee. "Father's beside himself, and–"

"I don't care," Sasuke snarled. "Sakura isn't some belonging his can toss about, use, abuse and then expect to be waiting for him when he wants more!"

Itachi smiled sadly. "I know. But this runs deeper than either of you realise. Our father got into the human trafficking business long before either of us were born, Sasuke. He's been doing this a long time and he'll find her eventually."

"How long have you known?"

"Almost six months."

Sasuke resisted the urge to punch him as Sakura's grip on him tightened. "And you've done nothing?"

"I've done something." That enigmatic note softened his brother's expression and Itachi continued. "You recall my fiancé, Misato Akimari?"

Sasuke nodded, not understanding what that strangely quirky woman had to do with anything.

"The Akimari family is one of those families that have deep connections, Sasuke. They just don't like to advertise it. Father doesn't know that I'm marrying into a family more powerful than our own." He chuckled. "That would just tickle him pink, wouldn't it?"

This strange, jovial version of his brother that rarely poked his head out always calmed Sasuke. It was having a peculiar affect on Sakura as well, as she gazed at him, having lost the suspicion in her eyes.

"Okay," Sasuke said. "What does any of this have to do with what you say you've been doing?"

"Everything: Misato's father is in good with the commissioner and several high placed politicians. I've been looking through father's affairs. He's lost two shipments in the last few months but is ordering even more before this week is up." Itachi glanced at the pinkette. "They weren't what he'd ordered, so he had them 'dumped' out in the open ocean."

"Father did this?" Sasuke asked, growling softly.

The pink haired girl made a whimpering sound and moved away from him. He mentally berated himself, and Itachi watched as Sasuke whispered to her, telling her she was safe, that he wasn't going to hurt her. He loved his brother, and despite the boy's many naiveties, he seemed to be catching on quickly to what was going on with the pinkette.

Itachi's eyes swept over the forlorn girl as she let Sasuke pull her into his embrace. Girls like her, who were so different from others and exotic, were highly priced in human trafficking. It was no wonder Fugaku wanted her, if only for the strangeness of her hair. It seemed to compliment her porcelain skin and she was extremely beautiful.

"Is that why you came here?" Sasuke asked, still holding Sakura to his chest. "Just to tell us what's going on?"

"I need to talk with you in private."

"No. Whatever you can say to me, you can say with Sakura here."

They fell silent, and eventually Sakura pulled away from Sasuke to stare into the dark depths of his eyes. "You should talk with your brother. I'll leave the room: I need a shower anyway."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. He was his brother and she wasn't going to cause problems for them. Sakura stood up, let Sasuke squeeze her hand, and excused herself from the room. Before he could say anything, Itachi held up a hand to silence him.

"You'll be safe here for today," he said, "but eventually, father will send someone to search for you. Your best bet is to head over to Tokyo – he won't go anywhere near mother."

"Itachi, you're planning something, aren't you?" Sasuke could see the restrained concern in his aniki's eyes that had little to do with his otouto's "infatuation" with the pinkette. "I want in."

"Sasuke," Itachi hissed suddenly. "You have no idea what you're dealing with. These are not some small timers our father works with, like the majority of human traffickers – it's a booming company with billions behind it and many, many greedy men and women who would sooner slit your throat then let you take away even one 'worker' they intend to just dump come morning anyway. They won't think twice about killing you."

Sasuke hissed back at him. "And what about you? Are you doing something about this besides hiding in the background?"

"Of course I am. But I can't have you there when this all goes down. No," he snapped, as Sasuke went to retort. "I won't. I don't want you in the line of fire Sasuke; why do you think I've never told you about any of this? It's safer for you, and for Sakura, if you both leave here within the next twenty four hours and stay with mother."

"Twenty four hours? Whatever you're doing is going to happen tonight?"

"Tomorrow night. I want you well on your way to Tokyo by the time that happens."

Sasuke sighed, hanging his head and nodding softly. "Okay."

"I'm not trying to scold you Sasuke, I just want you safe."

Sasuke looked up at the concerned face of his brother. "What about you, will you be safe?"

"As much as I can be: I can't fully trust any of father's employees, so Misato's father is providing some back up. Don't worry about me." Itachi stared thoughtfully at his otouto. "You really like this Sakura, don't you?"

Sasuke smiled, but didn't answer. "How did you find out what father was doing?"

"That would take too long to fully explain," Itachi checked his watch. "But suffice to say, I noticed some odd behaviour and did my research. There are ways of spotting human traffickers in say, an airport, for example."

"How can you tell?"

Itachi sighed. "Anything from the little things to more obvious signs can give them away. Suspicious bruising, a boss who's overly controlling; accommodations, or workplaces that are locked from the outside while occupied." He hesitated, now staring in the direction the pinkette had disappeared to have her shower – the water was still running. "Their identification and travel documents are kept from them, along with any or all money they might have. They can be overly anxious too, like they're just waiting to be caught."

They remained silent for a few moments before Itachi stood up. "I should go. I'm putting together a case the federal agents can act on and I need to get back to the mansion before father does. I'd have one of Misato's employees bring you food or something, but this place is always stocked up. You'll be leaving before tomorrow night anyway, right?"

Sasuke nodded, knowing his brother was just making sure and wasn't being condescending. He climbed to his feet.

"Good. No-one will bother you and when you see mother, don't tell mother what's happening, okay? Don't worry her. I'll explain everything to both of you when this is all over."

He moved toward the door and opened it. The warmth of the morning came in full force and both brothers basked in its glow before Itachi moved away from the door and down the steps of the porch. He paused at the sound of Sasuke's voice.

"Itachi," Sasuke said, holding the door frame a little too tightly. "How did you know I was the one who took Sakura?"

"You mean other than the fact that you disappeared the same time she did?"

"Yeah."

Itachi grinned – and not the small, twist of the mouth like Sasuke was used to – and twirled his car keys around his forefinger. "I have my own surveillance on the restricted level."

– China Doll –

Itachi Uchiha would be lying if he said he didn't remotely fear his father. Memories of his childhood, from being belted every time he didn't do something "properly" and the way Fugaku had beaten him when Itachi had walked in on his parents having sex, were burned into his brain. He'd only been five years old when he'd walked in on them, and unaware that his mother was in her first trimester when Mikoto had willingly taken most of the beatings for him. It wasn't until she was rushed to hospital that they all found out she was pregnant with Sasuke.

The man was nothing if not brutal.

He arrived fifteen minutes before Fugaku, which gave him an opportunity to raid the office. He had long since figured out the pass-code on the computer his father kept but had yet to have an occasion in which to use it. The surveillance in the mansion was identical to the one used at the hotel, so he bypassed it easily enough and picked the lock on his father's office in less than five seconds – Sasuke wasn't the only one in the family with an affinity for getting into places they ought not to be.

Itachi considered it a necessary talent.

He slipped into the office, taking care to make no noise, despite the fact that even the servants weren't on the grounds, and strode over to his father's computer. The last files he'd need to get were only on this computer, as Fugaku was incredibly paranoid about security. He trusted no-one.

Itachi found what he was looking for, keeping one eye on the time as he emailed what he could to his fiancé and then deleted the browser history before signing off. Despite his outer calm, he was incredibly nervous about the coming couple of days. He had been preparing for this for months, burying himself in facts, figures, paperwork, and more paperwork, to keep himself from dwelling on what he was going to do. And now that the time was almost upon him, the nerves were kicking him in the gut.

He hurried out of the office and strolled out to the front carport as his father's limousine drove up the driveway.

'The man loves his expensive rides.'

But Fugaku never drove himself anywhere, preferring to lie back in luxury and let someone else worry about the pit stops along the itinerary that led to more money, power, or sex with minors. Itachi controlled his urge to shudder as his father exited the limo and strode over to him.

"Itachi? I thought you were working today?"

Itachi shook his head at his father. "Just working from home, and I need to tell you about Sasuke."

Fugaku wrinkled up his nose at the mention of his younger son. He was never good to Itachi as the young man grew up, but never beat on Sasuke – he just dismissed him.

"What has he done now?"

"Nothing," Itachi said, and Fugaku raised an eyebrow at him; he didn't believe him. "Naruto has convinced him to spend the rest of his holidays with him and he's visiting mother in Tokyo before heading over to the Uzumaki Estate."

"Why he spends time with that unruly child, I'll never understand." Itachi followed as his father swept into the mansion. "And where is he now?"

"On his way to Tokyo."

"Good, he'll be gone until school starts again." Fugaku stopped and stared at his eldest. "I have some business that can't wait, I will talk with you later."

Recognising the brush off, Itachi bowed respectfully and left the room.

"He's not to be trusted." The voice belonged to a smartly dressed man who had followed the two Uchiha's in. He'd ridden in the limousine with Fugaku and his presence, while never unnoticed, always went disregarded by Itachi.

"He's too attached to that Akimari girl to have what it takes to be a part of the family business. They're both weak."

The well dressed man just scoffed and tapped his nose. "After the security breech at the hotel, I'd be surprised if anyone in your family but you knew how to conduct proper affairs."

Fugaku didn't respond, but the gangly man knew he had his full attention, even though the taller man was still staring thoughtfully in the direction his oldest son had disappeared. Fugaku was still smarting over the escape of his newest commodity and was positive it was an inside job. No locks had been picked, the external security cameras hadn't caught a damn thing, and a Master Key was registered being used on one of the lifts at approximately the same time he had returned to the festivities. And if both Itachi and Sasuke weren't oblivious to what was happening directly under their noses, he'd have thought one or both of them responsible for his loss.

– China Doll –

The rest of the day went smoothly. Sasuke got Sakura to talk about herself and they were sitting out on the porch, his arm around her thin shoulders, when she truly opened up.

"My sister, Emi," Sakura said, running a hand over the fabric of her skirt absentmindedly. "She's sick."

Sasuke bit his bottom lip to keep from asking what was wrong with the girl and listened intently as the pinkette inhaled deeply, letting it out in ragged breaths. She was tough – he could see that – and he wondered how someone so strong had fallen into the trafficking industry in the first place. He didn't know anything about it and didn't want to ask, in case he insulted her. But Sakura continued with her story, saying how Emi was barely six years old and couldn't walk on her own anymore. The Haruno family was barely getting by since her father died a year ago and Sakura had taken a job at a respectable hotel in Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia. It had been fine, waiting tables, and serving guests. She'd enjoyed it more than she thought possible. The service industry had its perks.

But only a few weeks into the job, her boss had started to come down from his office and strike up conversations with her. He asked her about her family, about her education, everything… not knowing what else to say, she told him the truth. He offered her a faster way to accumulate the money for her sister's medical bills than collecting tips and minimum wage. She'd had no idea at the time that Malaysian hotels and restaurants were popular places for large organized crime syndicates for trafficking women, especially foreign ones. Sakura Haruno had caught the attention of several large contributors in the industry, not just for being a Chinese woman living in Malaysia, but also for the natural colour of her hair.

She ran her fingers through the long strands of her hair as she told Sasuke that things had escalated fairly quickly, with her boss coercing her into Malaysia's commercial sex trade. She'd been "migrated" to Indonesia, Thailand, the Philippines, and then finally back to Malaysia. Before she knew it, some Japanese man by the name of Fugaku Uchiha had paid to own her outright and she was being shipped to Japan.

Sakura had not seen any of the money the owner of the hotel had promised her would fall into her lap, and she felt so stupid for falling for that trap so easily. Her first time had been violent and bloody because she'd freaked moments into it, aggravating the "client". He'd decided not to wait for her to kick out and attack him, and took her by force. She still remembered everything about it.

Sakura turned her head away from Sasuke and fell silent. She had no idea why she'd told him all of this – trust was somewhat of an expensive commodity for her these days. But from the moment he'd whispered to her in that godforsaken hotel room, she'd felt compelled to trust him. When his voice was low, she heard something in it that was akin to a spell being cast on her person. She had felt something overcome her, like she knew he would never hurt her, never betray her and never look down on her as nothing more than some sex toy.

He had a kind soul.

But she had no idea where she was supposed to go from here. Was she to stay in this cottage with him forever, or follow him to Tokyo and meet his mother? She wanted to stay close to Sasuke, to slink into his shadow and never draw attention from anyone else ever again. He could afford her the safety and sanctuary she so desperately desired.

And then there was Emi… would Sasuke promise to help her pay for her sister's bills? Could she ask that of him? He had already been too kind, and she felt like she was imposing on him by being here. Begging him to help her when she'd been naked, violated and on the verge of a nervous breakdown had seemed like a good idea at the time, but… what was she supposed to do now? Emi wasn't going to get better all on her own.

Sasuke's thoughts too, were on the future, but they lingered more prominently on the previous night and the state he'd found her in. The evidence of blood on the white sheets had made him think his father had stolen her innocence, but it didn't seem that way now. Did girls often bleed after their first time?

He tightened his embrace on her shoulder. "You bled onto the sheets at the hotel."

Sakura's eyes widened slightly, surprised he would say that. "Y-yes. But he wasn't gentle and didn't properly prepare me, and–"

"Uggh," Sasuke grunted, interrupting her. It wasn't even dinner time, and he'd already lost what little appetite he'd had in the first place. He felt sick to his stomach. "Let's talk about something happier."

Sakura offered him a small smile. "I am interested in your story."

"My story? You mean my life story?" Sasuke asked. "I grew up with everything I needed, I never got sick, even during flu season, and my mother pampered me because my father never gave me the time of day. Itachi was the only one to treat me like I wasn't made of glass, or like I was some leper."

Sasuke's childhood had been more boring than anything, which was why, once he was old enough to sneak out of the house, he'd started acting out. It wasn't like he'd gone and robbed a convenience store – he taught himself how to pick locks, took advantage of the things his father bought as commodities for his business, like sneaking around hotels… his best friend was Naruto Uzumaki, who shared his fondness for breaking the rules. He told Sakura about the long talks he'd had with Naruto about getting out of Japan when they graduated and travelling the world. They had their futures all planned out.

Sakura listened with interest: one part jealousy, two parts pity. This boy had no idea what it was like to fight for the basic necessities. More than likely, he would go out into the world, find himself flat broke, and then come running back, looking for more money. She found his naivety cute but stupid. She had let herself dream before and it always bit her in the ass.

She let Sasuke pull her closer as they watched the sunset. They were wrapped in blankets to fight the cold and she held onto him for more warmth. But this wouldn't last. Sakura knew that soon she'd have to make a decision on where she belonged, and that he wouldn't like what she came up with.

– China Doll –

The warm feeling was gone, the pleasant sensation of having another body curled up next to his own had disappeared, and Sasuke shivered from the cold. He'd awoken alone, and quickly found that his world had exploded. Almost an hour later, he found himself coming to the only place he knew and let himself into the Uchiha mansion.

"Itachi," Sasuke said, letting his panic and fear overtake his voice. "She's gone."

Sasuke gripped the scarlet envelope in his hands tightly, trying to calm the fear building rapidly inside of him. What if their father found her or some other sex crazed freak? What if–

"She left you a letter?" Itachi interrupted his thoughts.

Sasuke nodded. "It's basically thank you and goodbye. Itachi, I don't like the idea of her trying to get home alone. She doesn't have any safe mode of transportation; father still has her passport and identification… what if she's caught by the police, or some sicko? What if–"

Itachi raised a hand to cut him off mid sentence and shook his head warningly. He'd spotted the entrance of their father, who was striding over to them, a slightly frustrated look on his face.

"I thought you were in Tokyo, Sasuke," he said, clearly annoyed that he wasn't.

"I had to come back," Sasuke mumbled. "I have a friend I forgot to say goodbye to."

"Well hurry up will you, your mother called to speak with you a moment ago and I don't want her ringing here without due cause next time."

"Yes father." Sasuke bowed and was about to move to leave the room when Fugaku cast Itachi a calculating stare before leaving as imperially as he'd entered.

"I have to deal with him now," Itachi said apologetically. "Check the buses, trains, and planes out of the city if you'd like, but you won't catch her – if she's even as remotely resourceful as I believe she is, she'll be hitchhiking. I'll help you find her Sasuke," he added when his otouto opened his mouth furiously. "But the raids are coming tonight and everything has to be in its proper place. I know it sounds callous, but I can't go running off looking for a girl who was free to leave whenever she wanted, and risk this entire operation. I'm sorry. I'll see you next week, when this is all over. You should do as I told Fugaku you were doing, and leave for Tokyo, now."

– China Doll –

The dusty road reminded her of those movies about the Wild West, and run down Mexican towns. Tumble weeds crossed her path and the early morning breeze was more sand than wind. She'd hitchhiked, bartered and grovelled and now was looking forward to going home.

She knew it was dangerous, crossing international waters, even under the best of circumstances, but she wouldn't be deterred. She had experience in the hospitality industry and the captain of the passenger ship 'The Kebebasan' had given her a temporary job to get her back to Malaysia.

Sakura wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, running away from Sasuke, but staring out over the Pacific Ocean from this quaint port town, she missed her mother and sister enough to satisfy her conscience. Sasuke was the youngest son of Fugaku Uchiha, and very shortly, that name was going to be in the papers, on the news and all over the internet. She told herself she was doing this to get back to her real family, and that if she wanted, she could just send Sasuke a letter – he had no idea where her family lived, but she'd been sure to copy the telephone number and address of his mother's apartment in Tokyo, just in case.

But she couldn't worry about that right now. She had to get home.

Sakura was about to get up and leave the café she was sitting in, when the small television (like the ones you see in pubs) caught her attention. The newscaster was prattling on about multiple raids on companies all throughout the world, centred on business owned or controlled by Uchiha Industries. She stared at the screen, waiting patiently as the picture changed to a reporter talking into the camera spoke of frozen bank accounts, numerous arrests, including high profile dignitaries, suicides in the board room, and last but not least, the rather public arrest of one Fugaku Uchiha.

Sakura watched in sick fascination as the man who had terrified her more than any other trafficker she'd ever met was a blurred image in the background. She shook herself out of her morbid thoughts and left the café. She would forever be grateful to Sasuke Uchiha for getting her out of that hotel room – she didn't think she'd be able to handle having police officers ask her how many times she'd been raped.

He had helped her more than she had ever helped herself.

– China Doll –

It had been several weeks, and before he knew it, a month had passed since he last saw the pinkette. Sasuke had returned to school amidst the whispering and pointing because of what happened with his father, but didn't care. His mother wanted to get him home schooled for the remainder of the year, but he didn't want to cower. Naruto had been supportive, loudly drawing attention away from his best friend wherever possible and had gotten himself into trouble at the principal's office several times before discovering he didn't actually need to paint obscenities about the people who were whispering the more cruel rumours about his friend in order to support him.

Sasuke appreciated the effort, but it wasn't necessary.

So Naruto decided instead to revert to just being boisterous.

The rest of the year went much like those first four weeks had, except Sasuke became more and more distant, even with his family. He couldn't stop thinking about Sakura, wondering if she was okay, if she'd found her way home. Her sister had been very sick and he could've found a way to help with that, if only she'd asked. It made him incredibly angry, but the next moment he'd remember her smile, the way she clung to him when intimidated by Itachi's overwhelming "presence" and these memories would stir the concern and fear again.

The end of the school year brought sweet relief, no matter how adamantly Sasuke had insisted on returning to high school. He supposed he should've taken some time off but that stubborn streak, where he stupidly believed that everything was just going to fall into place and revert to normal, won out. He had never been more miserable in his entire life.

Mikoto had sold the mansion and moved into a two storey house in the upper suburbs and she had been divorced and dating for months now. Her new boyfriend was an acquaintance of the Akimari family, much to Itachi's displeasure, but it was just Sasuke and Mikoto in that big house, and she was the type that got bored easily. She was enjoying her life for the first time in years, which was why neither Itachi nor Sasuke said anything about it.

Naruto insisted on giving Sasuke a ride home on the last day of school, acting very un-Naruto like by humming and grinning instead of talking or rambling like he always did.

"What is up with you?"

"Nothing," Naruto said, whistling the word through his teeth. "I just thought, for the end of our first high school year, you should have a party and invite the entire class."

"All of Japan compliments you on your highly original idea," Sasuke said, rolling his eyes. "But in case you've forgotten, the entire school hates me."

"They don't hate you."

"They do so."

"Do not."

"Do so."

"Do not."

"Do… you know what, shut the hell up."

Naruto laughed. "You'll cheer up soon."

Sasuke didn't bother asking why he would think this, chalking it up as typical knuckleheaded behaviour, and they spent the rest of the drive in silence.

"Okay," Naruto said, drawing out the vowels as he drove straight into the Uchiha driveway. "I've got a confession to make."

"This will be good. Who did you piss of this time?"

Naruto pretended to look offended. "No-one, teme! Unlike someone, I don't consider grunting and cussing to be a mandatory form of communication." He poked tongue at him. "I was going to say, I had a reason for driving you home, and if you yank that stick out of your arse long enough to behave, there's someone inside your house waiting for you."

"I don't want to be set up again."

Naruto groaned, opening the car door. "Get out of my car, Sasuke."

Sasuke moved slowly, if only to piss him off, but at the sight of the pink hair emerging from the front door of his house, he stilled, halfway toward closing the car door. She looked just like he remembered, except she'd definitely been looking after herself. He swallowed heavily, his eyes raking over her form and Naruto had to pry him off of his car and drag him over to her, loudly complaining about "lazy bastards" of course.

"Sasuke," Sakura smiled at him.

He could barely breathe. She was looking at him and all he could muster was the necessity of blinking his eyes.

"Teme!" Naruto smacked him over the back of the head, much like Sasuke often did to him, and shook his head at Sakura. "I swear I didn't break him."

Sakura giggled. "I'm sure."

"Teme, Sakura contacted your mother awhile back and she's been paying for her sister's medical bills."

"I wanted to tell you," Sakura said, ignoring the blonde, who just threw his hands in the air, strode past the pinkette, and disappeared inside the house.

Sasuke seemed to regain some of his motor function at the blonde's departure and moved toward Sakura, smiling as she fell into his arms. He squeezed her tightly. "It doesn't matter. You're here now."

Sakura gripped him tightly. "I was always going to come back, but I had to take care of my family first."

"You don't have to explain." Sasuke was surprised at himself, feeling the hot tears streaming down his face before he could stop them. "I've missed you."

She nodded into his chest and mumbled incoherently. Sasuke pulled away just enough to see he wasn't the only one crying. He lowered his mouth to hers for a chaste kiss and she returned the favour.

Sakura boldly took his hand. "Come on, I want you to meet my mother and sister. They're having afternoon tea with your mother and your friend Naruto is bound to come check up on us if we stand outside your house all day." She opened the front door and turned to smile up at her raven haired saviour, basking in the features of the boy who had stolen her heart. "They're going to love you almost as much as I do."

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#sasusaku #sasuke x sakura #fanfiction #my ao3 #All images are not mine #mentions Sakura/Other #mentions Sasuke/Others

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 years ago

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The Eclipse, Blood Moon, And Harvest Moon Show

Pairings: DJ Music Man/Blood Moon, Glamrock Bonnie/Harvest Moon

Word Count: 1,160 Words

Summary: Learning Minecraft goes hilariously when four people don't know what they're doing. Eclipse and Sirius go shopping.

Warnings: Death (in game and mentioned), Nightmare, Anxiety Attack, Cursing, Abuse (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 6: Minecraft Chaos With Lunar and Sirius & Shopping Haul With Sirius and Eclipse

"Hello and welcome to the Eclipse, Blood Moon, and Harvest Moon Show, everyone!" Blood Moon greeted.

"Today we're playing Minecraft with Lunar and Sirius. Today is she/her for me and he/him for Siri." Eclipse clarified.

"For Vessie, we found a way to download Minecraft for them so they can play with us so today is a five-person game for once." Blood Moon announced happily.

"I showed them how!" Lunar happily announced.

"I still have very little idea of what to do." Sirius admitted. Filming was hilarious.

Lunar was chasing a specific bee and dying for it over and over. Sirius kept following the others around and watching what they were doing. Eclipse had managed to create a fully functional Death Star, which had terrified the others so she had gotten rid of it.

Harvest was constantly falling through the world after having dug completely through under their spawn point. Bloody was hoarding sheep and breeding them for a killing machine he'd made Eclipse build after the Death Star.

It ended with the lot of them laughing and giggling like kids as Eclipse remade and activated her Death Star and razed the world. Blood Moon and Harvest had even split from each other due to how much they were laughing and Sirius was trying to hide his chuckling and failing watching a sheep of Blood Moon's falling through the world.

"Alright, everyone, that was today's episode. Just sibling shenanigans. Like, comment, and subscribe for more episodes of the Eclipse, Blood, and Harvest Show." Lunar did the outro for the trio still giggling their asses off at the chicken trying to escape the Death Star's beam.

Once the giggling finally tapered off, they all calmed down and had to take a few minutes more to calm down instead of starting right back up giggling. Sirius was shifting uncomfortably and hands seeming to hide his chest. Oh.

"Girl day suddenly?" Eclipse asked.

"Yeah." Sirius admitted.

"Here." Eclipse handed her a spare sweater. "I should take you to get dresses. I've been meaning to go shopping and get some." Eclipse told her.

"Okay, yeah, we can, I guess. I have money in my account still." Sirius agreed.

"My treat. I have like seventeen thousand left from my last sale."

"Oh, I couldn't that yours-"

"Sirius, we can't possibly spend 17k in one go getting dresses. I'm treating you, come on. We'll get dressed in something comfy and we'll go shopping." Eclipse assured her and dragged her off to her room, putting various clothing on the bed for Sirius to pick and choose from to get dressed.

"You pick anything you want, whatever feels comfortable and easy to get off since we'll probably have to try the dresses on and make sure they fit." Eclipse told her.

"Yeah, okay. Um..."

"I'm not looking, I'm getting dressed too. Can't leave in the jester suit." Eclipse reminded her as she got off her sweater and put on a much more comfortable top and jeans rather than her jester pants. While she was zipping her boots, she checked on Sirius pulling on boots of her own.

"We're the same sizes. It'll be easier to trade then." Eclipse smiled.

"Well, we're practically twins but aren't most models the same size?" Sirius asked.

"No, the twins are a little shorter because of the nanobots. And Lunar just...Lunar has hooves half the time with his tiny form." Eclipse relayed.

"They're shorter? I didn't even notice." Sirius noted as she stood in the boots.

"Alright, ready to go shopping?" Eclipse asked.

"I'm ready."

Shopping was fun, the two looking through together was much akin to kids in a candy store, shoving dresses at each other to try on and Eclipse and Sirius leaving having gotten more than plenty of clothes for both themselves and each other.

Eclipse's new favorite was the short black dress with rhinestone straps and a moon and star pattern all over it. Sirius' ended up being a black crushed velvet dress with a sort of cage on the neckline and lace on the bottom of the skirt.

Both returned giggly and happy and showed off their new clothes to their brothers, Lunar even complimenting Eclipse's new dresses and the twins fawned over Sirius. It was a nice time all around, which Lunar took Sirius back home after so she could go home to her brother after two days away, something her brother may be worried about.

Eclipse went to bed that night pleased with herself, she was happy seeing Sirius so happy with herself. But Eclipse ended up waking from a nightmare of her father at nearly 2 in the morning. She couldn't seem to get back to sleep but she could hear one of the twins up.

Eclipse got up, wandering to her siblings' room, seeing Harvest Moon awake and Blood Moon likely dead asleep and snoring in their head. She laid herself against Harvest, sniffling and they simply held her and brought her to their own bed.

"What's wrong, Clipsey?" Harvest asked softly.

"Nightmare about KC. He came after me again. He tried to kill me." Eclipse explained.

"Clipse, that won't happen. We'll protect you, I promise." Harvest promised her.

"I know, but what if you aren't there? What if he sends you two off and he hurts me again?" Eclipse asked.

"Then we'll take care of you after again. And I won't stop Bloody from going after him. That fucker is not welcome anymore. He is not our father, he is a virus. He hurt you, he can't possibly give a good enough excuse for that." Harvest explained.

"Why me? Why does he hurt me? He loves you two so much but he hurts me. Why does he hurt me?" Eclipse asked, she was breaking back down again into tears, burying against her sibling and Harvest simply rubbed over her back and held her closer.

"He's an asshole, Clipsey. I don't know why he hurts you and not us, but I know there's no reason that he could possibly give that would make it okay. You're his firstborn, he should love you even more than us. But, even if he doesn't, we do love you. And we'll protect you with everything we have."

Eclipse choked a sob. Even if her father didn't love her, the twins did. Her little sibling loved her, they would protect her. She didn't want a shield in them but it felt so much better to know they would protect her. Eclipse felt like the weight was gone from the nightmare. It was still there and it was still scary, but the heavy weight of vulnerability was gone.

"I love you too." Eclipse managed to choke out.

"Get some sleep, Clipsey. It's late, you need some rest. We'll be here the whole time." Harvest assured her and they rubbed over her back a bit more, slowly urging her more and more to sleep until she was asleep against them.

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kirihotto · 2 years ago

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Sugar Cake {J-hope X reader 18+}

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Established relationship/ Birthday treat & Valentines

→ Summary: Hoseok's birthday is creeping up and plans have yet to been made. Jimin reaches out to you and helps plan something for all of you. But you have an idea for something after meeting with the guys.

→ Word Count: 3 050

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 02/18/23 (Hobi's B'day)

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(Your POV)

Hoseok’s birthday. Only four short days after valentines day. In which I had done nothing for. He had been busy filming and recording for their new single; Butter. So we really haven't had much time to discuss plans for his birthday or valentines day. Sure enough we did little things for his birthday. But until now he was loaded with work. Constantly away or busy practicing. Not that I mind. Rather, I feel Hoseok deserves more. A break. Time where he can relax with his dearly loved members. In which I hope to be a part of. Which Jimin had agreed to.

Jimin: Hey! F/N you know our Hoba’s birthday is coming up right?

Me: Yeah! You guys have been so busy. I wasn't sure whether to plan something or not..

Jimin: Yeah we have been busy. T.T

Jimin: But! Hobi deserves it! Let’s make a plan. Our recording should finish right on his birthday actually! So we should be free for awhile other than promo’s. (Let’s just say that for the story. Butter was released in May.)

Me: Alright! I had an idea I would like to do..

The members had each gotten their own small gift for him. Planning to book out a private diner with the members. Rather than Hoseok and I having to drive home, Stay at a hotel close by. So we could drink to our content.

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We had begun preparing on Valentine's day. Booking a restaurant to hold all of us, the hotel, getting cake ingredients and.. All the valentines stuff on sale.. Which led me to buy a small sweet pink set of flowers and a small batch of candy hearts. I wasn't exactly the best at baking so hopefully it was good enough. The thought was there anyway. The thoughts of him cuddling himself off to sleep next to me after a late night practice. It was satisfying yet kind of painful to see how tired he was. Trying to get my message across with everything. Letting him know he was doing amazing.

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(Hoseok POV)

I’m glad we are able to do this again for ARMY, yes.. I was surprised no one had remembered my birthday. None of them said anything about it other than ARMY. Not that it mattered since we were so busy. I wouldn't blame them! I had nearly forgotten myself. Not to mention Valentine's day. I hadn't gotten F/N anything for valentines day since we’ve been together. I had always seemed to be busy around that time. So I ended up leaving them by themself. Made me feel so bad everytime.They would tell me it's ok over and over. Alright! That's it! I’ll at least pick some flowers on the way home.

“That’s a wrap!” One of the many staff had shouted from behind the camera. While we stood under bright lights with all eyes on us. Black and yellow fancy suits in all. Makeup over done to allow the camera to see such detail. Our chests rising and falling nearly sink like the whole choreography had been. Practicing over a hundred times to ensure perfection. Which was exhausting but some how felt great.

“I am STARVING!” Jin howled once we reached the hall to our dressing rooms. Pulling his bee colored suit from his wide shoulders. We all laughed at Jin’s loud statement as he read what we were all thinking. Jin scowled. “No, I'm serious.”

“Yes yes we all are.” Namjoon chuckled back. Swiping back his navy blue hair with a grin.

“Hey! I got us a place booked for dinner! Lets get cleaned up and head out?” Jimin shouted from his room in the small hall, a flash of his bright red hair drawing my attention.My silent debate ran through my mind. A dinner? I mean I'm starving. But I just wanna see F/N…

“Sure. I'm down as long as Namjoon isn't driving.” Suga stated boldly. Honestly not expecting much else from him. Though a small laugh escaped my lips. Everyone else agreed. While I was still debating on going. How could I refuse my members! We just finished an awesome single and were starving. I’d have to grab the flowers before dinner. All their eyes were on me. I blinked in confusion.

“Oh! Right of course I'm going, do you even need to ask?” I chuckled and messed around with my suit. Usually they didn't ask at all and assumed we would all go. After my answer, happy yes’s filled the silence as the younger members flew to the showers. “ I need to grab something on the way to dinner.”

Yoongi nodded giving me thumbs up before making his way to his room. Perfect! I’d get those flowers and have dinner after making an awesome song. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Doesn't matter, it's my birthday! It’s still another day with everyone.

Roughly an hour had passed and we were all sitting in the lobby. The three youngest came out to us arm in arm full of laughter. A great sight to see. Yoongi and Taehyung had been chosen as the drivers of the night. We all piled into cars, the three youngest in one car and the four oldest in the other. Jin next to me, fixing his hair on his phone camera. Namjoon next to our driver. Yoongi turned his dark eyes to me from the front.

“Where did you need to go?” He asked gently fixing his curled black hair. He was rather relaxed today. Or maybe he was just tired? Once we grab food we'll all feel better anyway i’m sure!

“The flower shop! I won't be long.”

“Flowers? For what?” Namjoon asked from the front seat, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh, F/N of course!” I replied while Joon nodded with that sweet smile. Yoongi drove off, making our way to the diner. I grabbed a small set of red and white roses on the way over. Jin teased me sniffing the roses placed between us. Doing awful impersonations of F/N receiving the flowers and so on.

Making it to the diner as we sat in the car waiting for the other members. It was somewhere we had come pretty often as a treat. It was one of my favorites. Jin and Namjoon were chatting away while I stared at the fresh roses. Thoughts of F/N kept swirling in the back of my mind while we waited. The last three members pulled up next to our car. We began to leave the car until Yoongi had stopped me. I paused due to his order.

“Hm?”

“You might wanna take those with you.” He gestured with one hand. The other tucked in his leather jacket pocket. Following his guidance to the roses.

“Alright! Best not to leave them behind I suppose.”

Meeting up with the rest of my members in the parking lot. We made our way inside by Jimin’s lead. He walked up to the counter and checked us in. We all took our seats with the menus. Suspiciously I looked around the room while we all chatted. There was an empty chair next to me where the flowers I had bought sat. Everyone was rather quiet including myself. Namjoon and Jimin both stood off to the side. Looking at their phones and whispering slightly.

“Hi!” the door burst open. I had nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound.

(Your POV)

“Sorry I was late, I meant to get here before you all.” I apologize. Seeing Hoseok star struck. My hand clung to the open door as I took deep breaths. Since I had spotted their cars and booked it here.

“Wahhh.. am I dreaming?” Hoseok asked, placing his hand over his chest, looking about. The guys burst out laughing at his reaction.

“Happy birthday!” We all cheered, a smile finally graced his face since I had seen him. I had been standing awkwardly out of breath with my hands full. The members all properly seated. Everyone was laughing and chattering. Though Hoseok didn't say a word. He stood up and walked over to me.

“Hoseok?” I was worried. His gaze did not meet mine. Rather it met the floor. Until he wrapped his arms around me in a tight warm hug. His head resting on my shoulder.

“Thank you. I needed this.” He whispered in my ear sweetly. His voice low and steady. While my heart was fluttering about. Seriously, I missed him like crazy today.. He pulled back a firm grip on my shoulders. “Wow you got me gifts too! Oh! Here I got you these! For late valentines haha!~”

“Oh! Thank you.” I was shocked at his offer as well. He held out a similar looking flower arrangement to the one I had given him. After the exchange I took a seat next to him. Once we had ordered the stories began. Retelling stories about each other during the recent practice days. Silly mess ups, bad takes, funny interactions with staff all the sorts.

Food arrived and we all ate our fill. Not long before drinking our fill as well. Luckily no one seemed to be drunk. It was so nice seeing everyone happy. Smiles all around as they teased one another. But that brightest loud laugh from next to me was one I had missed. Hoseok sat chatting with the other members. His slender hand placed on my thigh, swiping kind cuddles. Whether it was the alcohol or just being clingy. His simple action flustered me whenever he would move. My gaze directed at the table, my drink in a decent firm grip. Yoongi sat across from me. He tapped my leg with one of his doc’s.

"Sick of us are you?" He whispered to me from across the table. Taking a sip of his drink. Everyone else's gaze filled with smiles. While Yoongi held a cocky smirk at me. My face beat red. Ruffling his hair he looked at Hoseok innocently. Finally he noticed my scowl at Yoongi.

"What did you do now Hyung?" Hoseok asked, confused. Hearing Jimin's hysterical laugh, Jin joined in not long after. Hoseok scanned his friend for a response. Though Yoongi held his usual calm demeanor.

"Why don't you ask them?" He gestured his glass in my direction. The ice clinked together rhythmically. Hoseok's tender gaze flew to me. His grip on my thigh tensed as he looked me up and down.

"Ah! No no I'm fine he just hit me under the table by mistake." I replied. Hoseok rolled his eyes, nudging me.

"I thought something was wrong with you. Stop pestering each other." He scolded mockingly. Waving a sassing finger about. Yoongi just silently took a sip of his drink. Sliding me a cocky wink. The waiter had come back with the check. Jimin was the first one to snatch it. Namjoon testified. The two were bickering about it until the cash. Hearing them even in the private room. After paying we made our way outside. The cold puffs of laughter filled the lot. colorful sets of hair seen miles away, piling into the cars. While I held a grip on Hoseok's arm. He turned to face me confused.

“I umm.. Got us a hotel room for the night. I packed our clothes and everything already. I signed us in. It’s within walking distance from here.” I stated, my cheeks still flushed. He was shocked but a smile appeared in seconds. The cool wind blowing his pink tipped blonde hair. Though it hadn't felt cold next to him.

“Hyung! Are you joining us?” Jungkook called out waving his arm about.

“Naw! I got a ride!” Hoseok waved back to the group. “Thanks for the dinner, get home safe!”

His focus turned back to me. My grip still on his arm. He placed his warm hand over my cold one clinging to him. Tucking back a stray hair behind my ear, his stare directed at me. Hoseok leaned down to my view. Holding the flowers and treat in one hand.

“Lead the way.~” He wisped out slyly. I felt like I was the one getting spoiled. Getting all his attention for the past few hours. Leading him down the street as we talked until the door. My arm still linked with his. Feeling the silent tension rise as the elevator did so. Upon opening the room door was the cake I had made him. My own messy writing across the top. After a look about the room Hoseok’s view flew to it as well. Dropping the things by the door, Hoseok rushed over with a grin. My palms sweaty. He picked it up and read the crappy writing out loud. “Happy birthday my love..”

“I know it's kind of bad.. Looking. ” I attempted to hide my nerves. He placed the cake down on the table where it had been waiting. His attention turned back to me.

“Did you make this?”

“Y-yeah. It was really my first time trying something like that.” I replied honestly. A sweet smile came across his face again filled with glittery expectations. I knew that smile had meant he liked it without saying a word. Waving his hands about slightly he grabbed the chopsticks that sat at the other end of the room. Taking a piece with his chopsticks he took a bite. Loaded with vanilla cake and icing.

“Mmmm!” He exclaimed, scrunching his nose. Through a mouth full of cake he spoke. “Wah~ so good. Very sweet.”

“Thank you! I may have added too much sugar..” I chuckled awkwardly. Hoseok looked up to me from his place on the side of the bed. Legs swinging off the side of the bed, cheeks filled with cake. I took a bite as well. It was very sweet. But not necessarily bad. My shocked expression caught his gaze. He laughed, covering his mouth slightly. “ I wasn't expecting it to be so good. You're right though.. Too sweet haha.”

Chatting more about work and other life matters we finished the small cake. The room slightly dimmed as I crawled my way into his arms, lying on his chest from his lap. More stories and thoughts from Hoseok filled the room. Though I felt myself drifting due to comfort. Suddenly he stopped talking. Before I could ask a question. Feeling his lips on mine for only a brief moment, the slight taste of icing.

"Were you listening?" Hoseok asked, leaning over me. His pink tipped hair dangled in my face. Though he wasn't mad. He seemed more relaxed than anything. I dipped my hand on the soft skin of his face. My thumb rested on his cheek as he stared lovingly into my eyes. Staring back at me he placed his hand on top of mine. " I love you. Thanks for all this."

"I don't need thanks. You deserve this. You worked so hard.." I replied sincerely. He let my hand go and moved my hair off my forehead. Placing a gentle kiss. “Hobaa.. Sit up?”

“Mm? Sure thing love.” Hoseok obliged my request, full of confusion. Not a moment after I clung to him, placed atop his thighs facing him. Breathing in his sweet scent. Something filled with warmth. My arms enclosing him in a hug. He patted my hair before he did the same. Hoseok's slender hands resting at my back. There were no words spoken, just the feeling of love, comfort and warmth. Our bodies pressed against each other. Filling a longing that had been weighing us both down. Hoseok’s warm breath trailed down my neck. A fluttering of soft kissing trailing across it. My hands grabbed at the back of his hoodie, feeling the lean muscle. He paused his movement. Placing our foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Me too..” His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips. The sly look in his eye could easily tell what he was thinking. Though I flew backward toward the end of the bed. My form placed atop my legs, my hands tucked properly in front of me. Hoseok sat there wide eyed.

(Spice)

“I-i’m yours. You deserved to be spoiled… I won't stop you.” I stated my gaze toward the floor. From what I had seen, Hoseok's reaction was shock. Though once I returned his stare a pink dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Are you sure?” Hoseok questioned, a look of lust with an attempt of sincerity. Nodding back in response the bright colored hoodie he had been wearing was whisked off his lean form, along with his shirt. His skin glowing in the dim room light, my eyes wondering his form. Hoseok let out a little chuckle drawing my attention back up to his sweet eyes. “You just gonna sit there and stare?”

“N-no..”

“Take that off. And get your sweet butt over here!” Hoseok said, pointing to my top. Then gesturing to his lap. I did as he said though all the while I was nervous. His silent stare at my every movement. Crawling up to Hoseok’s lap from the end of the bed, both topless. My legs on either side of him, he hovered his hands on my hips. His eyes scanned my form. Then flickering from my lips to my eyes. “Wow. have you gotten more beautiful?”

“Hobiii!” I blushed, covering my face. He pulled my hands away, holding them between our chests. He crept closer to my lips with his. Finally meeting, soft kisses turned more harsh. My hands moved to rest on his shoulders. Hoseok’s snaking around my hips pulling me closer. Bareskin and warmth yet again. I could feel his smirk in the kiss. Pulling away he rested his forehead on mine, our breath slightly heavy. Looking into eachothers eyes. I moaned out at Hoseok's actions. He pulled my hips down rocking me back and forth. My hands flew to the sides of his face, resting slightly behind his ears. Slight groans escaped his lips as well as mine. A bulge was soon felt underneath my movement. Hoseok leaned into my neck leaving open mouth kisses. His soft lips leave trails of comfort and lustful craving.

“That cake was sweet. But I think this is sweeter.”

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