#edit: like i REALLY hope i didn't come off as rude... or that i had an issue with their services or anything

[fairydustblossom]

encroaching promises

azriel x reader

summary: based on this request "I would love if you wrote something where Azriel was a dick and he has to GROVEL. (Angst feeds my soul) please and thank you."

category: angst (i just rly love it)

word count: 4.8k

warnings: slightly nsfw in some parts, emotional (not physical) disloyalty ?? maybe ?? kinda ??

notes: umm this was so fun to write! it came to me so fast like I didn't even have to edit it?? hopefully it's good lmao anways i hope you enjoy this @liddyr03, thank you for sending in a request!!

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Something had shifted between you and Azriel. It had been a gradual shift, one you had felt coming on for some time- but you could have never expected the reason for the growing distance between you and your mate.

He had been working longer hours, waking up earlier, barely spending any free time with you and you knew the middle Archeron sister had a part in it. You had tried to ignore it, their growing closer. Azriel had taken a liking to her. At first, your heart had warmed at Azriel’s willingness to help. There had not been many opportunities in his life where he could help someone directly, not just in a battlefield or in an interrogation room. You witnessed the impact it had on him, you could feel his inner peace, the way he viewed himself, his self worth improving- and you were proud of him. You really were happy that Azriel was finally seeing himself in a way you had always seen him. You believed in kindness, in helping others, in going above and beyond for someone in need, you had always preached it to Azriel. It had been one of the things that had drawn him to you, seeing in you traits he wanted to possess. But now, it had gone too far. 

You had noticed Elain and Azriel growing closer and closer. You had pushed your wariness aside, opting to be kind to her, hoping to help her in the way Azriel was doing so. Maybe she could be a good friend to you both, you thought. But Elain had not been as welcoming to your helping hand. Instead, she had treated you as she had treated all other fae, like you were a monster, personally responsible for her family's misfortune.

You tried time and time again to be graceful, to brush off her rudeness. You chose to be understanding, to put yourself in her shoes. But still, she treated you poorly. When you would join Azriel in visiting her, you noticed the difference in treatment. How she would look at him, and how she would look at you, like you had something she wanted. 

Eventually, you stopped joining Azriel in his visits, finding it hard to control your feelings of jealousy and not wanting to come across as an irrational possessive mate. He was only helping her get better, you told yourself.

After you stopped going together, you noticed how his visits grew longer and longer. The longer he would be there, the more you would question it. What are they doing? Why is she keeping him there? Is it him that wants to stay longer?

The questions would run through your head until the moment he would walk into your shared chambers. You would lay your eyes upon your tired mate, but you would catch the gleam in his eyes, happy with himself for doing some good for once, and you would push aside all jealousy. How could you ever doubt your mate? The very same male that had worshiped you for years, that had vowed his undying love to you, who was bound to your soul. And so you would welcome him home with open arms, letting him fall to bed, little words spoken of his day.

It kept on like this, for months, till a whole year had passed and you no longer recognized your relationship with Azriel. You barely spoke anymore, going through your established routines around each other in silence. What had once brought you so much comfort, now left you fretting that something had irrevocably changed. You knew next to nothing about what Azriel was thinking, of where he spent his days, although you had a good idea of who he spent them with. You who had once been his closest confidant, wrapped in his arms till late hours of the night, whispering every thought that crossed through your minds to each other. You were barely having any sex. What used to be almost a daily activity, was now a hurried fuck in the dark, taking no time to explore one another's bodies, only looking for a quick release. You hadn’t actually seen your mate’s body in months. Had Azriel finally had enough of yours after all this time?

Elain’s smell had practically been imprinted on him. You never smelled any sex, no, and you thought, no you hoped, that Azriel would never do that. But it hurt all the same when you could smell her on his clothing, for that only happened when a fae was around all the time. 

You had decided to take matters into your own hands. You were waiting for Azriel to come home, wearing his favorite silk slip that you had surprised him with on the night of your mating ceremony. Determination drove you- you would not let him go to bed without first feeling satiated. 

And so you waited, your belly fluttering with parts equal nerves and excitement. You were excited because you knew your mate would melt at the sight of you, and love on you like you were accustomed to. You felt maybe all you and Azriel needed was one night to destress, to reconnect and everything would be back to normal. 

When Azrile came home, his eyes immediately darkened at the sight of you, he recognized the slip you were wearing, images of your mating ceremony flashing through his mind. He was overcome with need for you and it only took a matter of minutes before you were pressed up against the wall, lost in a hungry kiss. You sent all your excitement down the bond and he groaned into the kiss, sending his desire right back. You were elated, nothing pleased you more than the feeling of Azriel against you and feeling the bond thrumming with need.

Azriel was quick to pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom, tossing you on the bed. You sat up on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck, wanting to slow this down a bit. You could feel how badly he wanted you, not only through the bond but by the bulge pressing into your flushed bodies. The mother knew you wanted him just as badly, and any other time you would have given into your needs in a desperate attempt to chase the release you were craving. But you wanted to take him in, wanting to drag this out as long as possible, to drink in the sight of his glorious body that your eyes had been deprived of. 

You pressed your forehead against his, willing your breath to calm down. Azriel pulled his head back a bit, brows furrowing slightly and a look of confusion overtaking his eyes, “You alright, love?” a wave of worry flowed down the bond, his hands roamed your body, bringing you comfort and spreading warmth all over. 

You flushed slightly, butterflies erupting in your belly at hearing the pet name. Your ears perked, not having heard the endearment in so many months. Gods, you had missed him. You smiled shyly at him, and gave him a slight nod. Azriel felt his knees buck, so many years later and a single look from you could make him feel like the inexperienced younglin he used to be back at the camps. You looked so so lovely in that slip, the shy look you gave him, eyes shining with love, and the pink tint on your cheeks he had elicited all warmed his heart. He brought a hand up to your face, moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear, resting his hand at the base of your jaw all while staring intently into your eyes. When he saw your cheeks flush a darker red, he gave you a charming grin, amused and delighted by the sudden shyness in you. He loved that he still had that effect on you, as if you were meeting for the first time.

“I’m alright Az, just taking you in” you murmured, your voice sounding like honey to his ears. 

“You can take me in all you want Y/N, I’m all yours to look at” he murmured back, dipping down to place warm loving kisses on your neck. You were delighted by his words, breathing him in deeply, relishing in the smell of his arousal. You felt delirious and giddy all at once, yes, you thought, all mine. Wishing to remind him, you sent the possessiveness you were feeling down the bond, making Azriel growl and nip at your neck more feverishly, marking you as his. He loved when you claimed him just as much as claiming you, feeling lucky to have someone in his life that wanted him as badly as he had always wanted.

The feeling of Azriel’s nipping and sucking your neck urged you on to keep undressing him. Undoing all the clasps you had started unfurling downstairs, you removed the tight fitting top of his leathers. You ran your hands along his arms, taking pleasure in the warmth of his bare skin against your fingertips. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, trailing your gaze up his tattooed arms, to his chest, hands sliding along- when your eyes snagged on something just below his pec and you halted all your movements. Azriel buried in your neck still, stopped as well, feeling you tense up. You pulled back, taking a good look at what your eyes had seen. It was a tattoo. One you hadn’t seen before. 

Your heart sank, hurt overpowering any feeling of desire you had been feeling. The unexpectedness of the moment had left you vulnerable, leaving your side of the bond wide open for Azriel to feel the sudden shift in your emotions. He froze, suddenly panicked at why you were hurting and he pulled back, grasping your arms and holding you at arms length. He tried meeting your eyes, noticing they were locked in on his torso. When he looked down he saw what you were staring at. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the rose shaped tattoo resting on his right rib. You didn't know what it meant, but you had a feeling you knew what, or rather who, had been the cause of it. You thought of Elain and her precious garden. You thought of Elain and her treasured white roses. You couldn’t fight the tears that lined your eyes and you moved out of Azriel’s grasp to the other side of the room, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. 

Azriel felt his heart sink at the way you fled his touch, as if he had burned you. He saw the look in your eyes and felt his that his world was crashing down.

“What is that Azriel?” you asked, struggling to conceal the wobble in your voice, not actually wanting to hear the truth you already knew.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, looking down at the tattoo your gaze hadn’t drifted from and then looked back up at you. Forcing himself to look at you, even if it made him feel like the biggest dickhead.

“It’s… It’s a promise” he said, wishing he didn’t have to tell you and see the betrayal in your eyes. He had been avoiding this conversation, feeling disgusted at himself for having made the promise in a lapse of judgment.

He saw the fire ignite in your eyes, anger rising at his answer. You already knew it was a promise, and he was aware you wanted more of an explanation. He only hoped you could forgive him, for he did not know if he could forgive you if it were the other way around. Shame creeped up his spine and he mustered up the courage to confess his mistake. He had barely been able to look at himself since the tattoo had seared itself onto his skin and he had opted to ignore it all together- to pretend it wasn’t there. Azriel had done so much pretending, that the tattoo had been fully forgotten moments earlier when he had welcomed and encouraged you to look upon him.

At your lack of response, he cleared his throat and carried on, praying to the mother in his head, for he knew he was about to hurt you and he would hate himself for having caused you pain, “I made a promise. I-I made a promise to Elain.”

You looked up at him then, and the pain he saw in your eyes made him feel sick to his stomach, knowing he has caused it. “Y/N, I swear I didn’t mean to-”

You cut him off, your voice terrifyingly low “What did you promise her Azriel?” 

His cheeks were red and his body felt hot with shame as he replied, “I promised I would always be there to protect her.” 

His words, uttered barely above a whisper, felt like daggers to your heart. You flinched, unable to conceal the effect they had on you. The tears broke free, you managed to hold in your sobs by biting the inside of your cheeks, but you couldn’t hold back the tears. You were biting so hard you tasted blood, and the world felt like it was spinning. You couldn’t find any words, there was nothing to say. He had promised her something he was supposed to only ever promise you.

“I fucked up. I know I did, I’ve been working out a way to undo it.” He started to plead, taking a few steps to close the distance between you. You stepped away, not letting him get near, barely hearing his words over the rushing sound in your ears. “Rhys and Feyre have been helping me find a way to break it. We actually know how, the same way they broke their deal from under the mountain, we just need Elain to-”

You were done listening to him, his words only adding to the hurt you were feeling. Rhys and Feyre knew your mate had promised his protection to another? Did everyone know? Why hadn’t he told you? 

“Leave” you hissed at him. You didn’t care to hear his excuses, you were done. Never would you have ever spent so much time with another male, never would you have ever made such an intimate promise. 

“What?” he asked. He had been expecting you to react this way, for months he had been mentally preparing himself. But to hear you actually say it still caught him off guard. “Y/N, please, I can expl-”

“Leave” you said again, your voice strengthening with conviction. “Get out of my home, Azriel.” You felt if Azriel stayed any longer you would go mad, and you meant your words. This was not a home anymore, not with him in it. He had bound his soul to another, and kept it from you. If he remained here any longer, you don’t know what you would do. You could feel your power thrumming in your veins, begging for release. 

Azrile looked heartbroken, like a man that had lost everything he cared about in this world. He pleaded with his eyes, pushing everything he was feeling down the bond, hoping you would take back his words. When you only looked away as a response, he knew he had to respect your wishes. It pained him unlike anything else to leave you alone after the damage he had caused but he understood there was nothing he could do at that moment to make it better. He steeled himself, calling all his shadows to him, fighting with the ones that were wrapped around you trying to comfort you, and then he vanished.

You broke down when Azriel left, letting the pain of your failed relationship consume you. The image of the rose tattoo was all you could see behind your eyes and you ran to the bathroom to release the bile that had risen up your throat. You sat there on the floor, picturing all the interactions you had witnessed between Azriel and Elain. You could have prevented this, you couldn’t help but think, if you had only stepped in sooner. If you had only kept that girl away from your mate. If you had only shown her anything other than kindness. You had in a sense, lost your mate to another woman. For how could he spend his days with you when he promised to protect another for the rest of her days?

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Azriel knew he had to fix this. He honestly had already been trying to, he wanted nothing more than to be rid of the promise he had made Elain. A promise that she had coerced him into. But to be rid of it, she had to be in agreement. Rhys and Feyre had helped him contact Helion and that is what he had told them. The High Lord of day had also told them it would cause great pain, which Elain had grasped onto in her refusal to break the promise. She argued she had been through enough in the past years to willingly put herself through more pain.

Azriel blamed himself, really. For letting Elain get so close to him, for having been there at her beck and call to the point she expected, no demanded, that treatment from him all the time. He had spent the last few months attempting to convince Elain to go through with breaking the promise. He was doing everything he could for her, hoping if he did enough she would come to her senses and consent to Helion’s spell. 

He kept telling himself she was only holding on to this because she had lost everything else in her life, it made her feel that she was finally in control of something- that she didn’t mean his beloved any harm. But Azriel had come to the realization that whether Elain meant to hurt others or not with her actions- she was being selfish with them. He was devoted to you and he would not let Elain cost him what he prized so dearly in his life. His mate, he kept thinking, he would not lose his mate.

Rhys and Feyre were curled against one another in the living room when Azriel winnowed in, looking distraught, wings drooped, and frantic shadows dispersing around the room- swallowing all light. He dropped down to his knees, tears lining his eyes as he looked up at his High Lord and High Lady. They were instantly alarmed, Rhys dropping to the floor to join his brother while Feyra went to Azriel’s side. Rhys grabbed Azriel’s face in his hands, quickly assessing him for any injuries, he tried peeking into Azriel’s mind and only saw your pained expression. Azriel dropped his head on his brother's shoulder, looking like a fallen angel, and he cried. “Please help me. Please, brother”.

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For the next few weeks, you had isolated yourself- putting wards around the house to prevent any of your family from winnowing in. You had felt each of them attempt to come in, to console you, but you refused to let them in.

You couldn’t forgive them, at least not anytime soon, for having kept this from you. You felt embarrassed. You didn’t know how long ago the promise had been made, you didn’t know how long they had known- all the interactions you had with your family since the time Elain came were now painted in a different light in your mind. Had they all thought you a fool? To let your mate get so close to another female, when Elains affections for Azriel had so clearly been written on her face? You couldn’t bear to face them, knowing they had kept this from you. 

You had also distanced yourself because you weren’t sure of what you would do if you came across Elain. Your territorial feelings had only been enhanced and you were scared of what you would do to your High Lady’s older sister if you saw her.

Azriel had tried almost everyday to talk to you, but you remained firm in your decision, refusing to yield to his pleas. You had received countless notes from Rhys, the only one who could get past your wards, and had burned them all. Until the latest one. You had been reading when a note appeared on the page you were on. Unlike the other ones, this one did not come to you unfolded so you had no option but to read the words they said.  “It is done. Azriel is recovering in the infirmary.” The note raised your heartbeat and caused dozens of questions to rise within you. Suddenly Azriel’s absence the past few days made sense. He had been resolute everyday since you had kicked him out in gaining your forgiveness, staying outside the door to your home waiting for the day you would let him back in. He hadn’t pushed or attempted to break through your wards, and you knew he could, he was the spymaster after all; instead, he had patiently waited, accepting his punishment. Every night, for weeks he had waited, until a few days ago, when he had disappeared and hadn’t come back. You figured he had gotten tired, or given up- you were still too hurt to find out why he had left. 

Now, worry filled you. Was he okay? What did Rhys mean by “recovering”? You recalled the time Rhys and Feyre had faked breaking their bond, fooling everyone by breaking the promise they had made instead- you remembered their shouts of pain, and that was the High Lord and the High Lady, the two most powerful fae in all of Prythian. 

You quickly stood up, pacing around the room, trying to decide what to do. Deep down you knew even if you didn’t go right now, adamant in your stubbornness, worry would eat you and thoughts of Azriel would consume you. Acknowledging you wouldn’t be able to go an hour without knowing, you made your decision and winnowed to the infirmary.

When you arrived, the sight of Azriel made you gasp. He looked awful. You could see the stark dark circles under his eyes, his ruffled hair, the pain expression etched on his face even as he slept. He looked thinner too, as if he hadn’t been eating well- he hadn’t, you learned later on, too sick at his own actions to feel any appetite at all.

You rushed to his side, grasping one of his hands, they felt cold, almost lifeless, and you reached deep within to the bond that tethered your soul to his, the bond you had buried deep down within you and ignored for weeks. You sighed with relief when you found it and tugged on it. He was still there you could feel, but the bond was dulled, as if life had been sucked out of it. 

You burst into tears, never having imagined that the beautiful bond you cherished would ever be in such a weak state. This feeling you had feared, the feeling of Azriel fighting for his life, of barely being there overwhelmed you.

You cried for him, for your love, for everything that had happened until your throat felt hoarse and the tears wouldn’t come anymore. You had sat there by his side for hours, squeezing his hand and murmuring his name over and over, tugging at the bleak bond, willing it to go back to normal. 

All night you spent by his side, the sun was now rising over the mountains of Velaris when you felt a hand land on your shoulder. It was firm and gentle- Rhys. You didn’t look up at him, your head pressed against Azriel’s hand, cradled within your own. When your tears had dried you had resorted to praying to the mother, you were convinced if you prayed enough he would be okay and you wouldn’t let anything interrupt the prayers that tumbled out of you. 

“Y/N” Rhys mumbled, sitting down next to you, arm now wrapped around you. “He’s going to be okay.” 

When he realized you would not acknowledge him until you felt satisfied with your orison, Rhys pulled you into a hug, waiting for you to finish. He does not know how long he sat there next to you, only that the sun was now high up in the sky. You slumped against him, still not letting go of Azriel's hand and started crying again. “You knew” he heard you say, and he felt a pang in his chest. He realized now that not only had you been hurt by Azriel, but he had hurt you as well. 

He nodded, “I’m sorry for keeping it from you.” He said “I was only doing what I thought best. I will let Azriel explain everything when he wakes up, I want you to hear it all from him. But just know I am sorry” 

He felt your body shake more violently at the mention of Azriel. “What if he doesn’t wake up?” you asked, voice small and filled with agony. 

“He will, Y/N. He will.” He pulled you away to look in your eyes, making sure you were taking in his words. “Madja and Helion have both guaranteed that he will wake up, his body just needs to heal.” 

You nodded, calming down slightly at his words. “How long has he been here?”

At this, he looked down, embarrassed to tell you he had kept yet another thing from you in hopes that Azriel could go to you himself and tell you he had gotten rid of the promise. “He has been here a few days, I-I didn’t take it would take long for him to wake up. I wanted him to be able to tell you.”

You only nodded, having already guessed as much, piecing together Azriel’s absence outside your door with his unconscious body. Later, you would give Rhys hell for keeping it from you, but currently you had no energy to fight. You leaned into his hug further, needing the comfort he provided and resigned yourself to waiting. 

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It took three more days for Azriel to wake up, Rhys had briefly explained that the impact had been greater than it should have been because they had manipulated Elain into consenting to break the promise instead of her going willingly into it. You could feel the anger Rhys felt towards his sister in law as he explained- making sure you understood they had coerced her in a way not too unlike how she had done to Azriel when he made the promise. Your anger towards Azriel had diminished, you still wanted to hear what he had to say, but you were ready to forgive him. All you wanted was for him to wake up.

You were sitting next to Azriel, head nodding off in sleep. After almost four days of little to no  sleep, you were struggling to fight it off. Your eyes had fully shut and you could feel yourself drifting when you felt the hand you were holding twitch.

Immediately you gasped and sat up, watching with wide eyes as Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed. He seemed to battle with himself to wake up and once he finally did you stood up grabbing a cup of water for him. He looked at you with daze eyes and croaked out, “I’m sorry”

Your heart melted, his voice was barely there and you shushed him, raising the cup to his lips, urging him to drink some water. He gulped down the water you offered, pulling back to catch his breath, then he looked at you again, eyes filled with sorrow before he whispered again “I’m so sorry, my love”

You only nodded, too overwhelmed with emotion to form any words. Instead, you pushed everything you were feeling down the bond and in return Azriel poured all of his love. You could feel how sorry he was, his love for you, his sadness. His eyes watered at feeling the bond thrumming again, he had been convinced he would never feel it again and he thanked the mother for blessing him with such an amazing mate.

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he kept mumbling, groggy from his week-long slumber and unable to form any other coherent sentences. 

You shushed him and cradled his face to your body, peppering his face with kisses wanting to convey how grateful you were for your mate. You stayed there, curled up against him the rest of the night, letting him know how much you loved him, your mate, who had risked his life to make things right. 

“I would do it again, for you, I would do anything” he murmured, head tucked in the crook of your neck, before drifting off into sleep again.

[toxicanonymity]

For context, a tumblr account has been posting anon hate for the past week or so, mostly toward writers. A parasocial hater of mine discovered the account and has been going to town. I posted this after they invoked Israel as an analogy. Yes really.

Obviously I am disgusted by what I just read, and floored that anyone would post such a deranged analogy in the interest of stirring up fandom drama. I'm very sorry to everyone who has been attacked and everyone who has witnessed all this. Others have posted about the situation as a whole, and I'm not sure what I could add. But I want you to know many of these "confessions" are from one individual who has been fixated on me (and probably others) for weeks if not months. I already had the following in my drafts:

warning: please don't read this if you're sensitive to hate or could be triggered by the trivialization of real abuse. (edit: they went on to trivialize genocide too but they'll pretend to be different people). there's also a really gross anatomical reference.

the screenshots are all after I blocked them.

I normally don't address things like this, but that's because I'm trying to keep it off your dash and off my blog (for several reasons including not wanting to give the hate a larger audience for their message). Normally I block/delete. But thanks to a blog dedicated to posting anon hate, some of this is already on the dash, and I thought some additional context could be illuminating.

a couple weeks ago, this person chimed in on my non-fandom post, and their comment made me uncomfortable. I checked to see if they followed me and they didn't, plus their blog tagline was antagonistic. I was confident they weren't being earnest. I replied, pointing out my issue with their comment and asking them to keep their thoughts to themselves rather than coming at me from a sideblog. I thought they must have followed me from a main account since they somehow found an untagged, unreblogged post without following me. But I now realize they were simply hate checking my blog.

(Blocked the burner too)

They were saying this last bit preemptively - I've never talked about stalkers here. I didn't include all their anons, just enough to show they clearly out themselves as being the same person. In other "confessions," they make repeated references to a former fandom writer they idolize (not me) who they also posted about on their blog.

I won't be dropping this creep's url in this post, but I had never heard of them. This week they have repeatedly changed their url, display name, and blog appearance. Their writing is recognizable and I believe they are responsible for the unhinged asks preceding katy's departure from tumblr. They also made a rude comment on her post.

This may only aggravate them. I expect them to hurl any lies and accusations they can think of toward me. They will act like they're laughing and amused, too. You may recognize their tone. I want to trust this fandom not to believe and repeat anything they hear, but unfortunately my experience in this fandom leaves me pessimistic.

I can only hope people use common sense at this point.

Note - I know I'm normally really private about everything, but you're welcome to share this. Their lies are already out there anyway. Also feel free to DM me and I will tell you what you want to know.

Update: the anon-hate account referred to above has deactivated. It was named pedgeconfessions. It wasn't the first to pop up this summer and may not be the last.

[gemini-sensei]

binary boyfriends pt2👀👀

Binary Boyfriends x Innocent!Reader

● Part 1 ●

Shout out to @cades-outsider bc they motived me to finish this post 😆 hope you don't mind if I tag you <3

CW: first sexual experience, first blowjob, guiding blowjob, use of "good girl", gagging, cum eating, tit play, fingering, mlm sex. A/N: I didn't have time to edit this but I had to finish it, so have it and please enjoy.

The tour of the Valley Hawk and Demetri ended up giving Reader was a lot more fun than they first thought it would be. They've lived there their entire lives, so of course they didn't think it would be interesting, but Reader changed that really quickly. Everywhere they went, she made the most of it, even if it was as simple as showing her what grocery store to shop at because it had better prices. But they didn't just show her the practical spots, they showed her the hot spots around town.

When they sat down for lunch at Hawk's favorite pizza place, Reader rambled about how great the Valley already was. Though she complained that her apartment was lonely and her neighbors were a little rude, but she always tried to look on the bright side of things. However the thought stuck with Hawk and Demetri as she continued on about maybe getting a pet. Then Hawk, seemingly out of nowhere, invited her over for a movie at their place.

She accepted happily and the first night she came over, she brought her favorite throw blanket and snacks. They've made the place cozy for her, more pillows and blankets laid out on the couch. She sits on one of of the couch so Hawk and Demetri can cuddle up - which by the way, Demetri is the big spoon by default when cuddling on the couch; he's too lanky and awkward to be the little spoon. Nothing else happened that night other than watching a movie with new friends. However, movie nights at Hawk and Demetri's place became a normal thing.

After her coming over so often, there's one night when their friendship changes...

They picked a newer movie to watch thinking nothing of it but it turned out to be a snore-fest. It was hard to sit through and Reader found herself so bored, messing with her phone more than anything else. She didn't want to say anything because at first, it seemed like Hawk and Demetri were enjoying it. However, she didn't really see the way Demetri was rolling his eyes at what was happening on screen.

Then an out-of-nowhere sex scene came on. It wasn't bad - just extremely out of place.

Demetri got uncomfortable fast and Hawk knew it; Hawk fucking felt it and teased him quietly for the duration of the scene. Demetri had to clamp his mouth shut but had a little trouble. He would look over at Reader as she stared at the screen, a little in shock. And that was when he remembered she was so sweet and innocent and probably didn't look at anything like that. The thought made him come in his pants and Hawk had to hold back a laugh.

Demetri excused himself quickly after that, red in the face and in need of a change of clothes. And he gave Hawk a pointed look on his way out, to which Hawk gave a smirk that was not at all innocent.

Hawk turned off the movie but only after that scene had ended. "I couldn't take anymore of that."

Reader, also flustered, nodded. "Yeah, um, it was certainly something."

Hawk laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it was so bad, I wasn't expecting that to happen."

Reader nodded but didn't say anything else. Hawk took the moment to scoot over on the couch closer to her. He wanted to say something but all the things he wanted to say were caught in his throat, so he put his arm around her.

She looked at him. "What are you doing?"

While she was innocent and never had a boyfriend before, she knew the signs. And seeing them come from Hawk was a little weird - he had a boyfriend! - so she was unsure of what exactly was going on. She didn't want to think the worst, this was her friend after all, but she had to ask before something weird happened.

He smiled. "You caught me."

"Yeah, and?"

"Look, Reader, you're really cute and hot," he told her, turning his body to face her. He pulled his arm away, sensing that that wasn't the move.

She stared at him and whispered, "Hawk... you have a boyfriend."

"Who is as into as I am," he told her, flashing that confident smile.

She gasped because that just sounded crazy to her because no one had ever shown interest in her before. What was this? It made her heart hammer in her chest and she didn't know if she liked that or not. In all honesty, it was a little overwhelming.

"Really?"

"Really," a voice said from the hall.

She turned to look, finding Demetri in a new pair of pajama pants, but they did little to hide his still-hard cock. It created a rather big tent in the front of his pants and Reader found herself staring at him, mouth agape.

"Jesus Christ," Hawk laughed, unable to keep his mouth shut. He looked away from his boyfriend and to Reader. "Sorry about him, he's a mess."

"Hey, don't act like you didn't do this," Demetri said accusingly. "You sat here and got me off during that lewd fuck fest that should not have been in that movie! So I don't want to hear your greater than thou crap right now!"

Reader's jaw managed to drop lower as she heard this. "You guys... did stuff with me here?"

They looked at her, both a little embarrassed now that she had put it like that. "Kind of?"

Hawk swallowed hard. "Yes, but this was only the first time something like this has happened with you here."

"Something like that with me here?" she asked, looking between them. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Demetri began stammering. "Well, um, you see... sometimes, uh," then it call came out at once. "Wehavesexandthinkaboutyouwhilewedoit."

"Excuse me?"

Hawk jumped in. "It's not what it sounds like. Really. I mean, we just think you're so great and gorgeous and super fucking hot."

She stared at them for a long while, curled up under her blanket. What they don't know is that they've totally flattered her. No one has ever thought about her like this, at least not that they've ever admitted. And she was a little turned on by this strange form of flattery.

What she said next left them speechless and eager:

"Would you show me?"

That's how they ended up with Reader perched on the edge of the couch getting lessons in how to give a blowjob. Hawk held her hand around the base of Demetri's huge cock as she sucked on the tip. His eyes were closed as he stood before them, her inexperienced mouth on him hot and wet and so eager to learn. He had to remind himself he wanted to see this and unscrew his eyes to watch.

"Now, let your jaw relax and take more of him in your mouth," Hawk instructed.

Reader did as told, but gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and coughed and Hawk rubbed her back, telling her it was okay, that happens sometimes. She took a few deep breaths before taking Demetri in her mouth again and Hawk, turned on from watching, let out a low "Good girl. Don't give up."

She bobbed her head over what she could take of Demetri's length, her hands around the base of his cock. Hawk helped her squeeze and pump his dick, but didn't have her do too much while she was still learning. Demetri was moaning and groaning, muttering to himself as he watched.

"Reader," he groaned and she looked up at him with her pretty, innocent eyes. "Oh shit."

"That means he's close," Hawk rasped in her ear, smirking. "Let's help him finish."

He put a hand on the back of Reader's head and slowly pushed her onto him. As Demetri's dick was fed into her mouth, he told her to tap out if she needed to and she moaned in response, sending vibrations over Demetri that made his eyes roll. When his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged but sat through it, soon letting her jaw and muscles relax enough that he pushed into her throat.

As soon as her tight throat was wrapped around just the tip, Demetri was coming. His cock throbbed and shot hot ropes of cum down her throat. It was a strange feelings but Reader loved it, moaning as he practically force-fed her his cum. He began to pull out after a few shots because he didn't want to overwhelm her, coming on her tongue without really meaning to and letting her taste him, which she moaned as soon as she got a taste of him. She held his cock on her tongue until he finished and Hawk helped her, tapping his boyfriend's dick on her tongue as the last few weak shots came out.

After a moment, Hawk looked at Reader, drool running down her chin. "How was that?"

"Really fun," she giggled.

"Wanna have more fun?"

She nodded and he used the hand on the back of her head to pull her into a heady kiss. He forewent little kisses and went straight into making out with her, and groaned as he tasted Demetri on her tongue. She leaned into him and he pulled her onto his lap so she felt how hard his dick was in his sweats, making her almost pull out of the kiss to gasp. She got a half of a gasp in before he groaned and pulled her back into him, smashing their lips together.

Demetri dropped onto the couch, watching them. His half-soft cock was wet with spit and glistening. He took his cock in his hand and slowly pumped his sensitive cock, this was his second orgasm of the night after all and he needed to pace himself.

When Hawk pushed his hands up Reader's shirt, squeezing and pinching her pudge sides, she pulled away and squealed with a smile. She felt hot all over and his little squeeze game was not helping with that. She smiled at him, giggling, then licked her lips and bit her lip.

He could tell something was on her mind. "What is it?"

"Can we go somewhere else?" she asked, a little shy.

He looked at Demetri, who nodded, and Hawk nodded to her. "Hell yeah."

They took her to their bedroom and threw the comforter off. Hawk laid her down and kissed her again, pulling moans out of her as his hands wandered her sides again. He loved feeling her soft fat spill between his fingers and he found the best place for that to happen be her stomach and waist, both being so soft and squeezable. Demetri teased him for it lightly as he crawled onto the bed beside him, which earned him a middle finger as Hawk didn't dare pull out of the hot make-out session to tell him off.

Demetri was impatient and wanted to see them naked, so he started pulling at Hawk's shirt. It got a little annoying and Hawk pulled away, grunting as he was forced to part from Reader's hot, swollen lips. Demetri was satisfied to get his shirt off, pulling it over Hawk's head and tossing it aside. Once it was off, his lips descended upon Hawk's lean body and kissed along the scaling skin, along his back, and his huge tattoo that Demetri swore up and down he didn't care that much for (but that was a lie because he found it to be so hot on his skin). Hawk did something similar, kissing Reader's jaw and down to her neck. Her shirt came off next when he wanted to kiss further down her body.

He licked his lips as he got a look at her fat tits in her cute bra. He had that undone soon enough and tossed it aside, staring at her tit. "Dem, look at how pretty she is."

Demetri pulled away and looked over Hawk's shoulder at her, eyes unable to stay in one place as he took in the sight of her. "Wow."

From where she lay, Reader was breathless, but it wasn't just because of the heavy making out she'd just been doing. It was the eyes on her, soaking up her upper body in a way she didn't know could make her feel all hot and bothered. She squirmed under their gaze, smiling at their flattering words. She looked away from them though, unsure of what to do or say. It made what happened next a bit of a shock.

A hot mouth came down on her nipple, sucking on it lightly, quickly followed by a second mouth that lapped at her other pert nipple. She gasped and moaned, eyes fluttering closed as she felt ecstasy course through her like hot lava. It all sent sensations to her core, which was throbbing behind her wet panties. She whined at the need to be touched there, there and everywhere else. She found herself wanting to be touched by Hawk and Demetri's big hands all over her body and she needed them so desperately, but she didn't know how to tell them that. The words were lost on her as their mouths played with her tits, sucking and teasing them mercilessly.

When Hawk had enough of sucking hickeys onto her skin, he moved further down her body while one of Demetri's hand took hold of her abandoned tit. Hawk's lips kissed a trail down her tummy, occasionally biting the soft fat as to tease her and hear her yelp. It was so hot, but not as hot as what waited for him between her legs.

He sat up some to pull her comfy pants off along with her panties, finding her soaking wet pussy. She was untouched, so he knew she was tight and that he was going to have to prep her if they were going to do anything other than oral and hand stuff. So he touched her gently and listened for her reaction, unable to see her face very well thanks to Demetri.

She gasped as he slid his thumb over her slit, spreading her wetness. He asked, "How's that?"

"Nice," she breathed out.

He hummed and nodded, watching her hole. "Tell me if you get uncomfortable or if it hurts and I'll stop. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

"Okay," she said, moaning softly because Demetri was seemingly insatiable when it came to her fat, pretty tits. He was doing wonders on her and it was sending jolts of pleasure down to her cunt, making her wetter than she even knew. "What are you going to do, Hawk?"

"I'm gonna finger you," he told her. He knew it might tire her out and that would be as far as they got, but if that were going to be the case, then he was going to do one Hell of a job at it. Only time would tell.

She whined softly and her hips thrust up as he lightly touched her clit, making Hawk realize she wasn't just untouched but touch-starved. It made him want to give her everything, but he had to pace it out. He knew he couldn't overwhelm her. He shushed her as she whimpered. "It's okay, I'm gonna make you feel so good."

At that promise, he slid one long finger into her cunt. He was right, she was tight, but her abundance of wetness made it easy to slid in knuckle-deep and he bit his lip as he watched her hungry little cunt take his digit. It was so hot. Not to mention she moaned so pretty when he did it. He slowly pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, getting her used to the feeling.

"Oh my god," she moaned softly, the feeling of his single finger accompanied by Demetri's ravishing of her tits had her head a little foggy. She couldn't help the way her hips tried to wiggle and move with Hawk's movements, making him use his free hand to hold her still, which somehow made it better. "Feels nice."

"Yeah?" he asked, smirking to himself. He was proud to hear that he could pleasure her like this. Especially since it was her first time doing anything like this. So he added a second finger and it felt nice, his fingers wrapped up in her pussy. "Shit, you're so fucking tight, baby. Wanna stretch you out."

She whined as he pushed a third finger into her, the stretch a little strange. It wasn't exactly discomfort but it was a new feeling. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and she gushed with fluid, making Hawk grin wide. He leaned down and lapped up her juices, moaning at her almost sweet taste. "Fuck, you taste divine."

When he added his tongue to the mix, Reader felt lost in the pleasure. It was the most stimulation she'd ever had at one time and as his fingers thrust in and out of her tight cunt, which was being stretched out for the first time, his tongue was lapping at her pussy lips, and Demetri was squeezing and sucking on her tits, it was over for her. She came in seconds, throwing her head back as she cried out for them so pretty. Her hands twisted up the sheets and pulled on them, almost taking them off the mattress. It was such a pretty sight, Demetri and Hawk pulled away from her to watch, except Hawk finger fucked her through it, watching her squirt all over her hand and wrist and the bedsheets.

Demetri squirmed as he watched her, cock throbbing between his legs. His lips were swollen and wet from playing with her tits so much, having left them drool-covered and perky. Pre cum dripped from the tip of his cock as he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was due for another orgasm without a doubt, but edged himself by squeezing the base of his cock.

Hawk pulled his fingers out of Reader's twitching cunt when she finished, her body tired and shaking under their gazes. She lay there for a moment, out of breath and reeling from her first orgasm ever. Her thighs were shaking the most, trembling and jiggling with the post-orgasm bliss. She smiled, eyes still closed, as she collected herself.

"I think she's done for tonight," Demetri muttered, almost sad to say it. However, neither of them were going to push her limits, and she was clearly at her end.

Hawk smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Yeah, well, I haven't gotten my dick wet yet, so come here, babe."

Demetri followed the order happily, letting Hawk take hold of him and manhandle him to hover over Reader's exhausted body. His long, hard cock slapped against her stomach, making her open her eyes and see what they were doing, further flustered to find the two preparing to fuck over her. It made her sensitive cunt clench around nothing and she whined, biting her lip.

Hawk shoved his pants down to his knees and used Reader's hot juices to prep his cock and Demetri's hole, who was moaning so pretty for him. He didn't need a lot of prep, his hole was almost always ready to take Hawk, so he closed his eyes as Hawk pushed in and didn't waste time letting him get used to the feeling of being full.

The pace was radically different than what Reader had experienced a moment ago. From under them, she watched Demetri's face as he moaned and called out Hawk's real name - Eli - while his cock rubbed against her belly. She could only stare for a moment as they grunted and groaned over her, and when she looked over Demetri's shoulder, Hawk was staring right at her. He smirked.

"This is his dirty little fantasy," he told her of Demetri. "It's all he's dreamed of since we met you, to get fucked up the ass while you watch. And get fucked while you help him get off. And so much more. Fuck, the things he wants us to do to him, and what he wants to do to you."

At hearing all of this, Reader gaped. She couldn't believe it, but after everything they just did, she had to. So, she brought her hands up to her belly and clasped them gently around Demetri's hard cock. He whined at the feeling, dropping his head to look at it. She didn't apply a lot of pressure, letting him fuck her hands, and he was mesmerized by it. It also helped him come a lot faster, not that his previous two orgasms hadn't helped in that either.

He came in large spurts, his still-heavy balls holding too much for his own good. He came all over Reader, shots of cum reaching her tits as she lay under him and his trembling body. And even though he' was coming, Hawk was still fucking him hard. Hawk pulled his hips back into his thrusts fast and hard until he, too, came a buckets worth in his boyfriend. He grunted as he finished just as Demetri was tapering off.

Hawk pulled out of Demetri and helped him lay beside Reader, thoroughly exhausted. He could barely hold his eyes open as his cock finally got a break, making Hawk laugh as he made a trip to their master bathroom to grab a few warm rags. When he returned, Demetri was mumbling about how that was some of the best sex he'd ever had, missing how Reader was dipping her finger in the cum that was pooled between her tits and eating it. She moaned and Demetri took it as a hum of agreement, mind gone after his third and final orgasm of the night, which was a lot for him.

Hawk cleaned himself up before wiping Demetri down, leaving Reader for last as she seemed to enjoy Demetri's cum as a post-sex treat. Demetri whined as his soft cock was gently wiped down and the rag was tossed aside.

"You overdid it," Hawk laughed in his ear softly and Demetri swatted him away, face scrunching up in slight annoyance. "It's true."

Once they were cleaned up enough, Hawk got a fresh rag and wiped Reader's wet thighs and sensitive pussy. She gasped and watched him. He used his tongue to lap up some of Demetri's cum off her body, making eye contact with her as he did it. Her heart beat in her chest fast and hard, but she was too tired to do anything about it.

He followed his tongue with the rag and then grabbed the comforter off the floor, throwing it over her and Demetri before crawling under it on her other side. He threw an arm over her and cuddled up to her, then grabbed Demetri and pulled him in.

Before he could doze off, Reader's sweet voice break through the haze,

"Um... does this mean I'm, like, your girlfriend?" she asked, then quickly added, "Both of your girlfriend?"

"Only if you wanna be ours," he told her, then peppered kisses on her neck. "We'd be more than happy if you were apart of our relationship."

"Mmhmm," Demetri hummed, too tired to form words. Hawk was almost scared he'd fucked him dumb.

"Oh, okay," Reader said, smiling tiredly.

As she cuddled up to each of them, Hawk was assured that she was theirs. The details could be worked out in the morning.

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter One

Summary: Life didn't turn out the way you wanted. You got the guy, and the job but everything else you had ever wanted has been crumbling around you. Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 2.1k~ Warnings: yändere, manipulation, domestic violence, self harm, cheating, explicit language, hints at smut, angst, idk what else lol a/n: Ahh thank you so much for all of the love so far on the intro and even all the notes on the masterlist hehe. I'm really loving the direction this story is going in so I hope you guys will too! And thanks again to @kkusadmirer for the request!

Opening my laptop I pull up the most recent edit I had done on the next chapter I was working on. 

I'm a writer, not an incredibly famous one but a writer nonetheless. I make enough to get by and I'm able to work from home so that's all I ever really wanted. Just a silly girl, writing her silly stories, living her silly life. 

But unfortunately things don't always turn out the way you want them to. 

I thought I had it all, perfect grades and a perfect boyfriend with a loving family and a bright bright future. Now looking back at it all and seeing all of the stuff in the background that I somehow missed just makes me feel foolish.

How could I not notice Taehyung wondering eye? Why did I not listen to what my friends used to say about him? Why did I leave all of my friends behind for him? 

Being so wrapped up and so in love with him I didn't even notice the fact that my family was falling apart. My mom cheated on my dad and I never knew until they told me they were getting a divorce.

While my brother was struggling in high school while being around all of their screaming and fighting and finally got committed to a mental institution when he had a psychotic break.

I never knew anything about that. It's not like I didn't care, but I just never really reached out or gave them enough time to reach out to me. 

I was always like 'Oh Tae just got home I have to go' or 'Tae is expecting me so I need to get going'. My world has revolved around him for so long that my family and friends feel like strangers. 

How could I have been so stupid and neglected them, all for one guy?

The one that I wanted to build a future with and promised to do the same with me. Now here I am, 24 with student loans up to my neck and a sorry excuse for a marriage with a husband that is never home. 

I don't know what I managed to do in my past life that ended up royally fucking me up in this one but I'm sorry. Why couldn't I have done better so I would be saved from having my spirit broken and my heart ripped to shreds. 

The only positive thing is that this has given me is the inspiration to come up with an even more fucked up series of books that has been my only source of income for the past few years. 

Years, wow. 

Thinking about how much time has passed and how things went to shit so quickly helped me continue down this downward spiral and I don't know how to make it stop. Although the sound of keys jingling outside the front door is my rude awakening, my brain knowing I need to be conscious of what may happen next.

 I quickly wipe off the tears that I didn't even realized had started to fall and clear my throat. Moments later I'm met with the sight of Taehyung walking in wearing the same shirt I had seen him in yesterday but sports a brand new hickey near the collar, just barely noticeable but he makes no effort to hide it. 

"Y/n" I hear him call out, breaking me out of my train of thought. "Yes?" I question, hating that I've been caught off guard even though I was staring right at him. "I asked if we have anything to eat" he says, making his way over to the refrigerator, now going to see if he can answer his own question before I'm even given another second to speak up. 

"Um yeah I think there's some left over pizza from last night" I say and get up to walk towards him. "So how was work yesterday?" I ask tentatively, still not sure what kind of mood he's in. "Exhausting but it is what it is I guess" he says while stuffing his face full of a cold slice of pepperoni pizza. 

I turn to walk away while nodding my head, not bothering to ask anything else since it seems from his vague answers that he's not in the mood to talk. 

"Hey" he says, gently grabbing my wrist with the hand that wasn't occupied with the pizza, leaving me frozen in place. I know better than to walk away from him. Even if he's not mad at the moment doesn't mean that he won't be in the next. 

"Where are you running off to?" he asks pulling me close by that same wrist. Still doing so carefully but pressing on the bruises that he had left there from the last fight we had. 

He sees my slight look of discomfort and how my vision is trained on the wrist he's still holding and rolls up my sleeve, taking a quick look and seeing the evidence of his past transgressions.

"It left a mark huh?" he says examining the spot further and then bringing it up to his face where he places a few featherlight kisses on it, making a flash of heat run through my system when he looks back up at me with those eyes.

Those bedroom eyes that never fail to put me in a trance. He lifts his hand up towards my face and I flinch not knowing what to expect and see him stopping for a second, surprised by my reaction.

"Don't be afraid baby, it's just me" he says and keeps going, hooking his finger on the collar of my turtleneck to pull it to the side, no doubt searching for other marks. 

"There's marks here too. I guess it's a good thing you stay home. Don't want to have to make up excuses for those now would you?" he says tapping under my chin twice, a slight lilt in his tone, enjoying my clear discomfort in showing them to someone, even if it's the person that's caused them.

"What did you do today baby?" he asks, letting go of me and going back to grab a few other things out of the fridge to complete his meal. "Oh you know, just some writing" I say, trailing off and giving him the same answer that I've given him time and time again. 

"You almost done with it?" he questions, only really asking so he knows when my next big payday will be. 

I shake my head "No, not yet. I think I'm only about halfway though" I say, giving simple answers to his simple questions. "Well you better get it out soon. I bet your readers are dying to know what happens next" he says giving me a quick wink before taking everything he has in his hands and carrying it over to the couch. 

"Do you think you could grab me a beer?" he asks, but I know it's more of a courtesy than anything phrasing it like I actually had an option. I respond with a quiet yeah and bring it over to him, placing it on the coffee table. 

"Thanks babe" he says and grabs a ahold of my hand and angles his head up, clearly asking for a kiss to which I oblige. Again something I don't really have an option in doing. "I missed you" he says and rubs his nose against mine cutely, or at least it used to be cute. Now it just makes me sad thinking of all of those times when we were happy.

"Are you gonna watch the game with me?" this time giving me something that I actually have a choice in. "I think I've got some more writing I'd like to do" I say and he nods his head not even bothering to look at me or give me a verbal sign of acknowledgment before turning on said game and slumping back into the couch to watch. 

I walk over to my desk that happens to unfortunately be in the living room so I'm forced to grab my headphones to drown out the sound so I can hopefully get another chapter or two in before I call it a night. 

~~~~~~

"Baby" I hear him call for me through my headphones after some time, that's something that I've had to fine tune. Making sure I can hear him when he talks to me no matter what so it's one less thing I have to worry about him getting upset about. 

I pull out my headphones and turn my attention towards him, half expecting him to ask me to get him a beer. "Yes?" I reply, waiting to see what he needs. "Come here" he says holding his hand out to me and spreading his legs, showing me where he wants me. 

I get up and walk towards him, straddling him once I get close enough and putting my arms around his neck. "Hi" he says in a deep voice sending a shockwave through my nervous system. "Hi" I respond quietly, intimidated at the thought of what he might do next. "How was the game?" I ask tentatively, hoping for my own sake that there was a favorable result. 

"We won" he says, mindlessly tracing his hands up and down my curves. "How's your book?" he asks leaning into my neck, placing kisses over the bruises he had noticed from before. "

It's going" I whisper, starting to feel breathless from his warm breath fanning the sensitive parts of my skin. "Ready for a break?" he asks, question laced with a mischievous tone. I hum in acknowledgment, tilting my head to the side so he can have his fun.

~~~~~~

"I'm gonna head out but I'll be back later" Taehyung says while getting dressed with me still laying there with only a sheet to cover my body. "You're leaving?" I question, knowing he just said that but hoping he'll give me some sort of explanation.

"The guys wanted to meet up for a couple of drinks to talk about the game. Get some rest okay? I'll be back in a few hours" he says planting a soft kiss on my lips and one on my forehead. 

I nod as he pulls the comforter over me as well, starting to already to drift off to sleep. "Stay safe" I mumble and flip over to the other side to try and get more comfortable.

He looks down at me for a second and chuckles at my fucked out and sleepy state before walking out of our bedroom and soon I'm left with the sound of him closing and locking the door behind him. 

Although this night was bittersweet I'm thankful that it ended up like this. He's not a selfish lover when it comes to sex so I'm always left sleepy and satisfied except for the times that he's more rough, rough is putting it lightly so I guess I should say when he's more violent. 

I hate thinking about those nights and I refuse to let those dark thoughts cloud this physical euphoric feeling I have but I can't help but worry about what he might actually be going out to do.

 Would having a drink with the guys really make him want to leave his naked and freshly fucked wife alone in his bed? I just don't get it. If he's already been with me tonight could there be a possibility that he would wake up in another woman's bed and leave me waking up alone again tomorrow?

There's no use worrying about it though. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but why do I always let it get to me? Yes he's my husband but our marriage isn't like other ones in anyway shape or form. I'm here when he wants or needs me and that's it. I'm not allowed to want or need him because I'm just left disappointed every single time.

He doesn't love me, he just loves what I can give him and I need to come to terms with that. But it's nights like these where he's gentle and whispers sweet nothings in my ear that make me second guess things. 

Maybe he's changed? Maybe he's realized what actually matters? And maybe I'm just getting my hopes up. I can't keep lying to myself but I don't know what else to do. I feel alone most days but these little glimmers of hope are what keep me holding on and unfortunately that's all I have left. 

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Cowboy Casanova

Summary: When you decided to move to the middle of nowhere to get some perspective in your life, you expect to be bored out of your mind. You definitely don’t expect Bacara.

Pairing: Commander Bacara x F!Reader

Word Count: 4123

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, biting, hints of a breeding kink

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @dukeoftheblackstar @kimiheartblade @mire-draws-things

A/N: This started out at one thing, turned into another, which turned into a third thing, and anyway it's now what it was supposed to be so I had to change the name, which makes me sad. The Original name was Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy. Anyway! I hope you like my sin. Also, this is a western au because...I don't have a reason other than Bacara with a cowboy hat. I'm sorry. Anyway, no requests got done today because of this. Note, this isn't edited - so if you see any errors, no you didn't.

“You’re staring,”

“Am not.” You reply absently as you drag your gaze across Bacara’s bare chest, your eyes lingering first on his dog tags and then on the nipple piercings that he got when he lost a bet.

He chuckles, low and deep, “You’re still staring.”

“If you don’t want to be stared at, then you should put on a shirt.” You counter, unrepentant.

Bacara arches a brow and flings a rag at your face, making you sputter and scrunch up your nose, “You wouldn’t say that if I was staring at you.”

“Of course not. Double standards are a thing after all.”

He rolls his eyes and walks over to you, leaning into your personal space as he picks up his rag again, a smug smirk crossing his face when your gaze drops to his chest and then his waist, before snapping back to his face, “See something you like, city mouse?”

Your face heats, but you keep your gaze locked with his, “Just worried that your pants are going to fall down since they’re hanging so low.”

“Fashion choice,” Bacara replies with a shrug, as he walks away from you and back over to the machine he’s trying to make work, “Besides, it’s hot as balls out here, and I hate the feel of my shirt sticking to my skin.”

Well, he’s not wrong about that.

Bacara leans back into the engine block and reaches in, “Why don’t you just pay someone to come and fix it?” You ask.

“You have the money for some repair man from the city to drive out here and fix this? Cause I sure as hell don’t.”

“You own, like, a dozen cows.”

“There are three dozen of them, actually.”

“That’s not the point that you think it is.”

He laughs and pulls back, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Come here, I need a small hand.”

“I don’t fix things, Bacara.” You warn, though you do hop off the bale of hay that you’ve been sitting on and walk over to him.

“You need to learn, city mouse. What happens if something breaks in your home?”

“Uh, I’ll call you.”

“What if I’m not available?”

“Why wouldn’t you be available?”

“Believe it or not, I don’t exist to come running at your beck and call.” Bacara replies dryly.

“What? Wow! Really?” You marvel sarcastically, and then you yelp when he pinches your side. “Rude!”

“Alright, Little Miss Sass, I need you to reach into there and feel around for any loose wires.” Bacara explains as he presses his chest against your back and points where he needs your help.

“Wires? I’m not going to get electrocuted, am I?” You ask as you try, really, really hard to not get distracted at the feel of him pressed against you.

He shoots you a look, “Of course not. It’s totally safe.”

“Fiiine.” You sigh out as you reach into the opening and feel around blindly, “Um...okay, I found a wire.”

“Excellent work,” His voice is low against your ear, and you can’t help but shiver. Embarrassingly, he notices and a quiet chuckle falls from him, “I need you to follow the wire and tell me if it’s connected on both ends.”

You ignore him, as best as you can, and feel around for a moment, “I...think so? It doesn’t feel loose at least.”

“Damn, I was hoping you’d say the opposite. Alright, pretty girl. You’re done. This is now, officially, someone elses problem.”

You pull your hand out and make a face at the oil on your fingers, “I thought you didn’t want to pay-”

“I don’t, which is why I’ll have Neyo come and fix it.”

“Ripping off your own brothers, shame-”

“What are brothers for if not a little unpaid labor every now and then?” Bacara asks rhetorically, “Come on, you can come inside and get that stuff off your hand.” He picks his hat up off his work table, and pauses before setting it on his head.

He shoots you a small smirk, and drops his hat on your head, it immediately tilts over your eyes, and you use the back of your hand to tilt the rim back so you can look at him, “Well, how do I look?” You ask with a small grin.

Bacara lazily drags his gaze across your body, his smirk growing, “Hot as hell,” He drawls.

Your face heats again. Still, you’re not able to stop the delight from sliding across your face, “Well, thank you~”

He stares at you for a moment longer, and then motions for you to follow him. It’s kind of unnecessary, you could navigate Bacara’s ranch blindfolded and drunk, but you do appreciate being able to walk with him.

After you get yourself cleaned up, which takes a lot longer than you anticipated since the oil just did not want to come off your hands, you meander from the guest bedroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen.

He’s still not wearing a shirt, and you’re beginning to think that he’s walking around like that intentionally. “Did you manage to get the oil off?” Bacara asks as he turns to face you.

“Yeah, eventually. The bottle of special soap was empty, so I had to make some more real quick.” You shrug easily as you sink into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. You don’t mind, you normally make it for him anyway.

Your parents would be so proud. Thousands of credits spent on a fancy Chem degree...and you use it mixing oil removing soap.

“Sorry about that, I should have checked earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You fold your legs under you, and your attention lands on something interesting on the table.

Now. Bacara is a rancher, there’s always new and interesting things laying around his house that he needs to explain to you. Over the year that you’ve been friends with him, you’ve learned a lot about ranching and about the things that he needs to do his job well.

This, however, is new.

“Bacara?” You sound slightly bemused as you reach across the table and hook a finger under, surprisingly silky, maroon rope, “What’s this for?” You ask as you turn your gaze to him.

Unless your eyes are deceiving you, there’s a hint of a blush on his face.

“It’s a joke gift. From Cody.” Bacara replies as he walks over to the table and picks up the rope, only to hesitate for a moment, “Although-” he murmurs quietly, as if to himself, as he pulls some of the rope out and lays it across your wrist, “It would look amazing wrapped around your wrists.”

You tilt your head and your mouth is slightly dry, you’re pretty sure that his comment was meant to be an inside thought, not an outside one, but it’s not like you can unring that bell.

“I think it’d look better wrapped around yours.” You blurt, and his gaze snaps to meet yours, “The color would look amazing against your skin tone.” You add, sheepishly.

He stares at you, and you stare right back at him.

And just as you’re about to apologize, Bacara smirks.

“Alright.”

You blink at him, “Alright?”

“Alright. Lets see what you’re capable of.”

You blink at him again. And then a third time as his words process, “Wait! Really?”

“Really. Unless you think you can’t handle it.”

“I can handle it,” You shoot back, “The question is can you?”

He folds his arms across his broad chest, “Let’s make this a little more fun-”

“-more fun then you getting tied up?”

His grin is predatory and sharp, “I don’t beg. Ever. For anyone.” He advances on you, “However, if you can make me beg in say...an hour, you win this little challenge and I’ll do whatever you want for a week.”

“You already do whatever I want, Bacara.” You point out.

“Unimportant.” He replies, “But when you lose-”

“-if. If I lose-”

His gaze locks with yours and his grin becomes even more predatory, “When you lose,” Bacara repeats, “I get two hours to make you beg for me, and when I win you’ll do whatever I want for a week.”

“Hold on now! How come you get two hours and I only get one?” You demand.

“Because I’m going to spend the first hour with my face buried in your pussy, that’s why.”

Your entire thought process screeches to a halt as your train of thought derails. “...oh.”

“So what do you say, city mouse? Do we have a deal?”

And, really, there’s only one thing you can say to that, “Deal.”

Bacara advances on you again, essentially crowding you, as he walks you through his home and into his bedroom. His eyes a glittering with arousal, but he doesn’t touch you, as much as you can tell that he wants to.

He kicks the bedroom door shut and turns on the lamp so there’s some light in the room, and then he folds his arms and waits.

You gaze at him thoughtfully, a small smile on your lips, “You’re wearing too much. Strip.”

His gaze is hot as it lingers on your face, “Yes ma’am,”

You consider watching him strip for a moment, but instead turn to the bed and start setting up the rope, while pulling out your phone to look up safe ways to tie him up.

“Alright,” You murmur to yourself as you make sure the ropes are secure around the bed frame, and you climb off the bed to focus your attention on him, “Pick a position that’s comfortable for you, Bacara.” You say as you carefully don’t take your eyes off his face.

“Not even gonna steal a peek, kitten?” Bacara asks, as he moves passed you and settles on the bed, with his back pressed against the headboard.

“I lady doesn’t peek, Bacara,” You sniff.

“Oh? Do they tie up their friends.”

“I can leave you know.”

He laughs and grabs your wrist to tug you onto the bed, you tumble against him, your hands settling on his shoulders, as he reaches around you to settle his hand on the back of your neck, “I want you to look, kitten. After all, I need to know if I meet your approval.” You have to shift to get more comfortable, eventually straddling his thigh so you’re not twisted uncomfortably.

You roll your eyes, but slowly drag your gaze down his chest, a nearly silent sigh of delight falling from you when you see that he’s still wearing his dog tags. Bacara chuckles lowly, and you hurriedly continue your visual perusal of the man beneath you.

He’s solid, your Bacara. Oh sure, he has a belly, but you’re pretty sure that he’s solid muscle, like the professional weight lifters you used to know in college. Big, beefy, and could lift you with one arm if he was so inclined.

Absently you trail your fingers down his chest, teasingly skirting around the nipple piercings, and down his stomach, and then your gaze lands on his cock.

Already erect and with precum leaking from the head.

He’s gorgeous.

But that’s not what catches your attention. No. What catches your attention is the golden piercings.

You blink at the piercings dumbly for a moment. “Holy shit Bacara.” You blurt, “Why didn’t you say that you had cock piercings?”

“Not really something that comes up in polite conversations,” He counters with a grin.

“But...If I had know then my-” You cut yourself off before you finish the thought, and you snap your gaze to his face, “Never mind.”

“Oh no, you definitely need to finish that thought, kitten.” Bacara practically purrs, “Come on, your what?”

“Nope. Not going there.” You shift your weight slightly, and reach down to grab his wrist, but Bacara doesn’t let you move it. “Really?”

He smirks, “Tell me, and I’ll let you tie me up.”

“Don’t you automatically lose if you don’t let me even try?” You try to bargain.

His smirk widens, “No, because I saw that look on your face. You want my face in your pussy.”

Damn him for being right.

“Fine,” You drag the word out, “I might have fantasized about you before. Maybe.”

He smirks smugly, “Knew it. Alright, you may continue.”

“I’m pretty sure that I’m supposed to be the one in control right now.” You counter, even as you bring his hand to the headboard and carefully loop the rope around his wrist.

Bacara hums and his still free hand comes up to caress your hip, “Oh, kitten. I need you to understand that I’m letting you do this. But I need you to know that I’m the one in control here, not you.”

Your fingers slip on the rope, “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t say that for the sake of the challenge.” You finally say once you finish with your knot, “How’s that? Too tight?”

Bacara tugs at the rope experimentally, “Good enough.” He finally says, as he lifts his other hand to the headboard.

You’re a lot faster this time, now that you know what you’re doing, and you sit back on your heels as you look at him. “I was right,” You finally say as you climb off of him so you’re able to peel your own clothes off.

“Bout what?” Bacara asks as he watches you strip with hungry eyes.

“That color does look amazing against your skin.”

He hums his understanding, tilting his head so he’s able to watch you push your shorts and panties down your legs. “I can just about guarantee that it’s going to look much better against yours.”

You set your clothes on a chair and climb on the end of the bed, settling yourself between his feet.

Bacara looks completely relaxed, and you’re beginning to accept that he was right, he is the one in control here, as much as it might seem like you are. “Just gonna sit there and stare at me, kitten?” He drawls.

“I’m thinking.”

“Do you need some direction?” He offers, “Because I can do that.”

“I’m not giving up yet, Bacara.” You counter as you slide up so that you’re better able to reach him, your fingers feather light as you glide them across his thigh.

His muscle twitches under your touch, “Yet, huh.” Bacara says with a small smirk, “Good to know.”

Finally fed up with his comments, you surge up and crash your lips against his. Your hands wander across his chest, lightly flicking his piercings, as you trail your tongue across his lower lip.

You’re almost surprised when he takes control of the kiss.

Almost.

He catches your lower lip between his teeth, and nips you roughly enough that a squeak falls from you. Bacara then soothes the sore spot with a lazy swipe of his tongue, and the moment you part your lips for him, his tongue slides against your own.

He maps out your mouth with a single minded intensity that leaves you moaning, and encourages you to straddle him again. When you break the kiss, you’re slightly breathless, and his gaze is dark as is slides across your face.

“You should give up, kitten.” Bacara purrs.

You shake your head, “I can still win.”

He laughs, “You’re already straddling me, and we haven’t done much more than kissing.”

“That-”

“I’ll make you feel so good, kitten.” He purrs as he tugs his wrist once, causing the knot to unravel. He presses his hand against the small of your back, and pulls you closer, and you shiver when you feel his hard erection pressed against you.

Unthinkingly, you grind against him, the head of his cock pressing deliciously against your clit and a moan fall from your lips as you do so.

His arm hooks tightly around your waist, and he pulls you closer so that he’s able to trail his lips against your throat, “Say you give up, kitten. And I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

Your lips turn down into a small pout.

“We can try this again later,” He promises, very temptingly, “After you’ve had some time to prepare properly.”

You peer at him, and then release a heavy sigh, and reach up to untie his other hand, “This isn’t me giving up.”

“Of course not.” Bacara agrees, suspiciously easily, “But, it is you forfeiting, which means it’s my turn.”

You squeak as he flips you so that you’re under him, smoothly using one hand to pin your hand over your head and tying them together and to the headboard.

Bemused, you tug on the ropes, but there’s no give whatsoever, “How-”

“Practice. I’ll teach you properly for next time.”

“...this game was designed for me to lose from the get go, wasn’t it.”

He grins and leans over you, his lips hovering just over yours, “Good girl, I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Not gonna deny that.” He replies before he kisses you deeply, but quickly.

And then he’s moving down your body, biting marks into the soft skin of your neck and throat, across your collar, and down your chest. You squirm and writhe under his attention, biting your lower lip to keep yourself quiet.

He takes a quick moment to lavish your nipples with attention, before he’s moving again. At this, you’re unable to keep yourself from gasping out his name, and you feel his lips curl up into a smile against your breast.

Bacara litters your stomach and sides with possessive marks and then he leaves a trail of bite marks from your hip to your thighs. By this point, you’re a moaning mess, you don’t care if this means that he wins, you just don’t want him to stop.

And only then, when he’s sure that you’re covered in his marks, and when you’re whining for him, does he spread your legs to make room for himself between your thighs.

“Look at you,” Bacara praises lightly as he drags a single finger between your folds, a pleased smirk crossing his face as your hips twitch towards him, “You’re already wet. Do you have a biting kink, kitten?”

Your face burns at his words, and you stubbornly press your lips together to not say anything.

Bacara clicks his tongue, and his hand lands, heavily, on your outer thigh. It surprises you more than it hurts you, and you blink at him wide eyed, “I asked you a question.”

You know what he wants to hear. Even though you’re so horny that you almost can’t stand it. Even though his large, calloused finger is circling your clit in a way that is kind of driving you insane. You still know what he wants to hear.

What he’s expecting to hear.

Your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips, and you plaster on your most innocent expression, “Did you?” You ask, slightly breathlessly as you clench around nothing from his teasing, “I wasn’t listening.”

Bacara stops. His fingers stop moving, and his hand, which was caressing your thigh and the red mark blooming there, stops moving as well. He searches your face for something, and then a slow smirk crosses his lips.

“Safe word or color?”

Your heart racing with excitement, you breath out, “Color.”

He hums, “What color are you?”

“Green.” You blurt, “Very green.”

For a moment, there’s a glimmer of something warm and soft on his handsome face, before it’s gone. “So, it sounds like you are able to listen.”

“When I want to.”

“Then it sounds like I just need to teach you that you need to listen to me, doesn’t it?”

You feel a thrill of delight, “If you ever said anything worth listening to-” You words get cut off with a ragged moan as he suddenly thrusts a finger into your pussy and curls it, almost instinctively finding the spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

“I’m going to tell you how this is going to go,” Bacara says, a hint of promise in his voice, “I’m going to give you as many orgasms as I want, you are only allowed to cum when I allow it.” He eases his finger out of your pussy, and licks it clean with an appreciative hum, “And, if you don’t obey me, I’ll have to punish you.”

“Punish?” You ask.

He just smirks, “Do you understand? Answer verbally.”

“I understand,”

“Good girl,” He gives himself a couple of lazy strokes as he examines your splayed out body appreciatively. “I did say that I was going to bury my face in your pussy, didn’t I.” He muses, loud enough that you’re able to hear him, “But I don’t think you’ve earned that.”

That pulls an unhappy noise from your lips, and he chuckles, “Only good girls get to have their pussy eaten, and you haven’t been a good girl.” He releases your legs, letting them fall back to the bed, before he reaches up to check the ropes one more time, and then flips you, making sure that the ropes didn’t twist in such a way to hurt you. “There we go,” Bacara murmurs as he smooths his hand over your ass and then squeezes roughly

You squirm under him, but settle when you feel his hand press against your lower back. He quickly eases a pillow under your hips and adjusts your legs so that you’re spread wide for him.

He doesn’t touch you for a moment, though you can feel his heavy gaze dragging against you body. Just as you start to squirm, a little self conscious about being so exposed, his hands are on you again.

His hands are calloused and heavy on your body, and you’re sure you’re going to have bruises from his hands covering your body, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care as his hands press into you.

And then you don’t care about anything as the blunt head of his cock presses against you. Slowly he eases inch after inch inside you, and you’re squirming and whining before he’s even halfway sheathed.

The piercing feels amazing inside you, and you find yourself clenching around him.

Bacara groans and bites down on the back of your neck, “No cumming, kitten.” He warns as he slowly pushes the rest of the way in. As soon as he’s bottomed out, he presses a light kiss to the mark on the back of your neck.

He doesn’t move for a moment, and then he slowly eases out, until only the head of his cock is inside you. Bacara waits a beat, until you squirm to try and get him to move again, and then he thrusts in hard and fast.

He keeps the rapid pace, his breath hot against your ear, his hand fisted in your hair to keep your head down.

The sensations of his hand in your hair, and low groans in your ear, adding to the amazing feeling of his piercings dragging against your walls and the delicious stretch of his cock, are too much to handle.

And try as you might, you’re not able to keep yourself from cumming with a cry of his name.

You feel him laugh, “That’s punishment 1, kitten.”

“Not my fault-” You gasp, “Feels too good.”

“Oh? What’s that? Harder you said?” Bacara asks, as he adjusts himself slightly, before he leans in and catches your earlobe between his teeth. Before he does exactly as he warned, thrusting hard enough that you release a noise that is something between a moan and a sob of sheer pleasure.

“Good girl,” Bacara purrs, “You’re taking me so well.” He smooths his hand up your spine, “Such a willing little thing,” He coos in your ear, “I’m going to ruin you, kitten.” He catches your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

“Please,” You whisper, “Please ruin me.”

For half a moment, Bacara’s hips stutter, and he releases a deep groan. “Oh, princess. Gladly.” He pulls out completely, pulling a disapproving whine from your lips and then he flips you back onto your back, before he thrusts back into you hard and fast. “I’m going to stuff you full of my cum, princess.” He promises, “Over and over and over, until I’m good and done.”

“Cara-” You whine his name as you arch against him as best as you can.

“So, be my good girl and take all of me,” He orders as he leans in and catches your lips in a passionate kiss, “Be my good girl, and I’ll ruin you.” He promises, his gaze dark.

And, really, how can you do anything other than obey him after that promise.

[mewhenladygaga]

A New HR Rep

Toby Flenderson/Reader

genre: fluff

is it normal to be scared while writing my first fic???😭😭 i actually wrote this in my notes and then put everything here n edited it. anyways👽👽 ill use (---) for ur name since i dont fuck that y/n bs

Being the new HR representative here at Dunder Mifflin Scranton was new, clearly nerve-racking since on your first day it meant getting trained. Which wasn't bad but a waste of time if corporate or your new boss, Michael, ever read you worked previously in human resources so you were used to it.

You tried to walk slow up the stairs to the suite but if you did walk slow then that would mean being late.

The documentary crew with the camera followed you which you could guess was normal here? Over call, you heard you'd be assisting another HR rep, not replacing like the last couple times. Maybe Scranton could give you a genuine job.

As you walked in, it was quiet you saw a woman at the front desk on the phone. You put a gentle smile to your face and approached her.

"Hi, I'm here for Toby Flenderson..?" You could just hope you didn't sound nervous. The lady smiles at you. "Yeah sure I'll tell him you're here."

You nodded and stood off to the side, turning over to see Michael Scott probably yelling at his desk phone, you turn away to give privacy but either way anyone could see him with the blinds open. You saw everyone seating at their desks.

A man taller than you very straight walk towards you, staring at you for second and then speaking.

"Hello, I don't believe we've been introduced. Dwight Schrute, Assistant Regional Manager." He stuck out his hand. You got a slight ick from him but brushed it off.

"Uhm, (---), I'm a new HR rep here."

Quite literally once you said that he slowly backed his hand away and stormed into Michael's office, almost mad. Did this place really hate people in human resources?!

A door in the back opens and a man who seemed gloomy walked into your direction. He put a light smile onto his face and held his hand out. "Toby Flenderson, I was refered to you as another rep here?"

His hand was rough but his voice distracted you from that sense.

"(----), I think it'll be an honor to work with you." You took your hand back again as you saw your possible new boss rage out of his office and come towards the two of you.

"No, no it won't be an honor to work for... him. He tortured me with his awfulness. And you know what thank you God for creating two of you." You looked back between Toby and Michael, trying to hold back the laugh that almost slipped through your lips.

As Toby gave a tour of the files and everything about the office. Right behind was both Dwight and Michael just stalking you, from a far distance. You could see Toby staring at you sometimes when you were reading something, you stared back at him too when he was explaining something.

On his desk, you saw a couple pictures of his daughter? You examined the photo without picking it up and looking intrusive. She was cute, but it made you wonder: was he married already? Then now you had no luck.

"That's my daughter. Sometimes I don't see her, I-I'm divorced but my ex-wife sees her more than me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You felt sympathetic for him, it must hurt him for not being able to see his daughter. You could understand that, just by the way he explained it you could tell he wasn't the way Michael had described or maybe you don't know him enough yet.

But extremely determined to.

You shared a desk with him to the left, you also met Kelly. She was definitely someone you could get along to. Although she does keep talking about her ex-boyfriend a lot.

By the end of the day you met almost everyone in the office, a lot of them really nice to you and you were back. Michael would intervene into the conversation, you didn't mind but it seemed rude.

Most of your conversations were with Toby, he seemed more calm than some salespeople here and you liked that (and him). There was zero reason for you to have a crush on a coworker you just met. You'd rather be in his bed than here.

Everyone got ready to leave and as you gathered your belongings, Toby stood behind you waiting for you. He wasn't staring impolitely since he thought you might see him do that and think he was creep.

He held out your coat for you as a kind gesture that you appreciated since the coat rack was by the receptionist Pam. Sort of a long walk from the annex.

The two of you talked throughout leaving the suite and to the parking lot. He didn't seem weird or off, unfortunately HR was supposed to make work lame and not fun. But you could hope that Michael could accept that you'll try to make it fun even if Toby tries to make it not.

"I think maybe we can make the office a little bit fun so Michael can learn to accept you?" You suggested it, doesn't necessarily mean it'll happen because really Toby was in charge of it all.

"Uhm, I'll think about that." His eyes went to the camera for a second then back at your own. You smiled at his comment before giving him a hug, it was out of 'thank you' and 'I like you'. He hugged back after he processed what had happened.

Both his hands laid on your lower back but also trying to not touch you weirdly. You pulled away from the hug before dragging the strap of your bag over your shoulder again.

It was awkward for a while until you spoke up. "I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow..?"

"Yeah.."

Too awkward but right there and then Toby might've found his true love. You were worth leaving a seminar to have sex with (pls get this reference👽👽).

notes: please dont be nervous to request anything i would accept anything since i need more inspiration. my next fic might be david dont know yet:33🗣🗣 im tryna be consistent with this now

[stopdyingnow]

Outcast // Hayakawa Aki x GN! Reader Fluff

Warnings: None. Sfw. Focuses on Aki and reader’s healthy relationship. Story note: This is before Power and Denji moved into his apartment and when Himeno was alive.

————- Note: I'M CRINGING SO HARD AT THIS ALREADY- ;_; ahem. Anyways, no manga spoilers or spoilers past season one are here. So Anime onlys are completely safe. :)

I randomly got motivation to do this since it is a shower thought I had. Fictional character brain rot, am I right? I don’t know if this is considered a full on fic but more of a one-shot. Hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing on Tumblr (or a full on one-shot in general lol) so yeah. Hope it isn't too bad, if you want you can give tips in comments. ^^

Ended up being a bit longer than I thought, it was fun writing even though I struggled a bit at times to be happy with the dialogue and stuff. May edit a bit (cough cough a lot) more.

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Another month, another day.

Nighttime had overtaken the skies as you hear your co-workers laughing and enjoying themselves. They're all having fun, no worries whatsoever.

You were invited by Himeno to go out and drink. To have some fun for a bit. To let go of reality for a bit. The harsh reality of devils and lives constantly being robbed of innocent people.

It was a successful mission, so you were at the ramen restaurant watching your colleagues get drunk off of alcohol. It smelled like sweat and alcohol in the air, as you quietly sat there at a table not speaking to anyone.

In all seriousness, you didn’t really want to come. You would much rather stay home in your comfort area. You mainly came for two reasons: one being that you didn't want to decline Himeno's offer and seem a bit rude. You were starting to run out of excuses to not come. Second, being that you didn’t want to be the only outcast who didn’t come to a meeting where your co-workers are supposed to celebrate and forget about worries. All in bliss, getting high off of alcohol, escaping from reality.

You chose a chair where not too much people were as their laughs kept echoing. You sat somewhere to at least make you seem a bit included. You didn't drink any alcohol. You weren't a big fan of some. Certain drinks to you tasted disgusting in your opinion, and you didn't know how someone like Himeno could drink it raw.

You tried to peer your eyes at anything in an attempt at trying to ease the awkwardness of not having anyone to speak to. You didn't want to make it obvious you felt left out. If you were being honest, you felt like an outcast, like you weren’t really as included as some other workers are. Nobody tried to talk to you. And if they would do other activities, you'd be at home. Uninvited.

Or if you were invited, you barely spoke to anyone. If someone would reserve seats in a restaurant for the entire division, you would be the the person who is most likely to have been forgotten. Leading you to then be forced to eat at another table away from everyone else. Either that or if you do sit with many others, you'd be there in silence. Only occasionally speaking as you watch everyone else chat away, carefree. Having fun, getting high, getting that spark in their chest when they find someone they really enjoy talking to, and enjoying their time there in general.

So in conclusion, you felt like an outcast to others. Some people would only occasionally speak to you, only to stop speaking to you again. You barely knew anyone of them outside of work.

Well, except for one person that is.

Hayakawa Aki. Professional Aki. Known for being number one devil hater. The man whose family was robbed of him. The man who was forced to grow up too early in his life.

The Gun Devil obviously impacted everyone. Including you. So you couldn’t help but sympathize with him. At least some people who got affected had somebody. Whether it was an aunt, uncle, grandparent…While for Hayakawa, he had nobody. He had always blamed himself for his brother’s death. You knew that since you’ve known him for a while now. He always has blamed himself ever since that day.

November 18th, 10:00 am.

The Gun Devil would arrive and hit Japan for 26 seconds.

Deaths: 57,912.

United States: 124 seconds, 548,012 deaths.

China: 37 seconds, 316,932 deaths.

Soviet Union: 210 seconds, 155,302 deaths.

India: 15 seconds, 29,950.

Canada: 7 seconds, 8,481 deaths.

Mexico: 2 seconds, 6,088 deaths.

Hawaii: 0.4 seconds, 780 deaths.

In about five minutes, the Gun Devil managed to rob almost 1.2 million people of their lives.

New laws were enforced, orphanages began to overflow with desperate children and teenagers alike, kids, adults, grandparents, teachers, nearly everyone alike was impacted by the Gun Devil.

Hayakawa Aki, the man who deep down is filled with sorrow, anger, and guilt.

You remembered all of that. Felt a bit of sorrow, pity, and guilt in your gut for him and other victims, as a familiar face you began to notice was standing in a corner.

You couldn't help but feel yourself light up a bit. It was an opportunity. At least someone you know is there. At least someone who you know personally is there instead of being alone awkwardly, barely knowing anyone. You then stood up, and begin to wave to him, being careful not to be too loud to the point other workers would notice you. But just enough to get his attention. He noticed your hand, as his eyes met yours and he began to walk to you. Suit tied perfectly, hair tied in a topknot, eyes darting onto you.

Mister Hayakawa. Number one devil hater. The one who is supposedly cold on the outside.

As he walked toward you, you lightly smiled as he breathed in a cigarette.

“Aki- how are you?”

You were desperate to find someone to talk to by this point. You felt like an outcast at times as stated. Barely anyone talked to you at the moment and before. You couldn't help but feel alone at times. Every time you'd met up for the division to hang out and have fun it'd be the same. You would just be silent and ponder why you even decided to come.

Aki was the only one you knew well in that division. He was the only one who attempted to talk to you. The one who you could sometimes notice smiling in your presence.

Aki, the one you can go to to vent your problems.

Aki, the one who even bothers to ask how you are.

Aki, the one who speaks ever so politely to people that deserve it. Especially you.

Hayakawa Aki, the one who is always concerned for your safety despite what people say. Hayakawa Aki, the one who treats your wounds if you injure yourself. Hayakawa Aki, the one who you can always go to for comfort. The one you trust…

You were broken out of your train of thought, when he responded.

“I’m fine for now, thank you. I hope everything is going well for you.”

“It’s going fine so far- just glad to see you here so I can have someone to talk to. Better than just sitting there alone, am I right?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Hm? Don’t you have anyone else who talks to you here? You seem easy to get along with. I'm sure there's someone other than me.”

“Yeah, well…”

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he said you were, “easy to get along with.” Did he mean it? Cold devil hater Mister Hayakawa, calling someone easy to get along with? How nice. How surprising it’s you out of all people.

“I don’t really have any, close ones here y’know? I mean…Nobody really tried to reach out to me except for you. Or at least not as much.”

He lightly took a puff of his cigarette, when he spoke again.

“I see.”

You couldn’t help but notice a bit of pity in his eyes. Like he felt a bit, bad for you in a way? It was very hard to notice. But you can swear he at least feels a tiny bit of pity for you. A bit of empathy.

Aki empathizes with you. He remembers what it was like alone. Having to recover his family’s cold and lifeless bodies. Or at least what was left. They didn’t even look human. They looked like cold mannequins disguised as humans. No life in their eyes. He remembers the cold air and numb feeling he felt in his chest. He doesn't even know how to describe it.

He remembers being frozen in fear as he felt indescribable emotions during that time. A bit of denial when he first saw his house get blown away. Trying to process what just happened to not only him, but the entire world. Fear, anger, sorrow, guilt…

He felt alone. Like an outcast, perhaps? Nobody was there. That was something that hit him like a rock. Something he had absolutely no choice but to accept. No aunts, uncles, grandparents, no nothing.

He remembers coming to the realization that he truly was alone. Lonely, is the right word perhaps. Over time, he didn’t feel anything to it anymore as he first did. He was now numb. He felt nothing. Empty, perhaps. He was used to that feeling now. As stated, he became numb.

He has been used to waking up, going to work, and in hopes of getting closer to achieving his goal of revenge to soothe all of the anger and sadness he has. He just felt a bit...empty. Perhaps.

He lived for nothing but revenge. Anger, hate, sadness, guilt.

He’d wake up every day in his empty apartment. It was the same cycle every day since the Gun Devil.

Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat.

Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat.

Wake up…go to work, come home, sleep, repeat…

Revenge. That was his only purpose. Nothing else. Repeat the same cycle every day and hope to get closer to his goal as stated. Hope to soothe the pain. Hope to get peace by revenge.

Afterall, he had nobody. So why should he care about anyone or anything else?

Although, there was one exception.

Someone that feels just as lonely as him at times. Someone that sits alone at gatherings, such as this one. Barely talking to anyone. Someone who can listen to him. Comfort him. Support him. Just as much as he does to other’s. Almost as much as to how he doesn't hesitate to pull out his sword to save a life. Almost as much as how with each stab or usage of the blade reduces his lifespan with every time he tears a devil's flesh.

Aki cries, you and Himeno know that.

Even if it is just a partner he has known for a bit or a rookie, he cries. He cares.

Aki, whose heart deserves so much more.

Aki, who is deep down one of the most empathetic and caring man you've ever known.

Aki, who’d cry over your death.

Aki, who would do anything to protect you even if he won’t admit how much you mean to him…

Sometimes, he might even think when he sees you that he might have something in his life other than revenge, anger, sorrow, guilt, or the same cycle for once.

Maybe, instead of going through the same endless and empty cycle, it was pretty fun to talk to you.

The day got a bit more fun whenever he talked to you. It was just recently he noticed that. He'd feel something whenever he would see the way you enjoy talking to him. Whether it was him telling you how ridiculous you can be, whether it was about devils, whether it is him venting his frustrations...

To see you smile, laugh, and to know you enjoyed it just as much. You were so grateful to how he was one of the few, no, the only one who reached out to you in and outside of work.

Aki, the one who tries to include you even in gatherings like these. The one who at least tries to speak to you if he sees you're alone in gatherings. All so that you don't get the saame feeling he gets when he's alone.

Aki, who makes the places where you're usually an outcast, left out in conversations, kind of fun.

Back at the present, you were there in your chair. The air smelling like alcohol, beer, and sweat. Aki stood there. His tall figure looking over you. Analyzing you.

That’s when you realized he has been standing this whole time.

It was a long mission, his legs must be sore and tired. You notice the bandage over his arm due to him donating some skin to the fox devil. He deserves a rest. A whole break honestly. A whole break from this miserable life in general. From this sorrowful world. A world where he could be happy and have a life purpose that isn’t revenge. Aki, who deserves so much more...

It comes to your mind to offer a seat to Aki.

“Oh, you’ve been standing a lot, haven’t you?”

“I guess so.”

“Here.”

You get up, and slide the chair out a bit.

You see he gets a bit confused as you pull the chair out, that's when you explain.

“You can have my seat.”

He gets a bit caught off guard by the sudden gesture. A nice act of kindness to him. He then begins to politely decline, not wanting to take your seat.

“Hm? It’s fine. I’m alright with standing. Thank you for the offer though.”

“Nono, you need a break, Aki. You really should...relax for once. You’ve been through a lot. And we got out of that mission barely alive. We don't even know if we'll survive the day tomorrow...So because of that,"

"can I at least offer you a seat, Mister Hayakawa?”

Been through a lot.

Been through a lot is an understatement.

For a while, he’s had nobody and his only life purpose was revenge.

Yet hear you are, concerned for him. Caring for his life. Even though you know his lifespan has been shortened due to the curse devil, you are still there with him. He gets baffled when he thinks about it. Someone as kind and sweet as you nurturing him. Listening to him. Even if he can't even owe you a full life if he survived. But yet, here you are still wanting him to relax. Offering him a seat. Comforting him. Smiling at him. Talking to him outside of work. Being concerned for him...

You’re a pretty damn good person, he thinks.

Just the way your eyes light up when you talk to him. The way they light up when you get really into conversations with him. That spark in your chest. The way you act that way around him.

He’d pretend to be annoyed by you at times. By your ridiculous conversations at times. Mister perfect Hayakawa. Always so professional. But deep down, he can’t deny it.

You’re adorable.

He gets out of his thoughts about you, about your pretty face. The one he could never bring himself to hurt or insult. When he is about to speak again to politely decline once again, you begin to slide his body down onto the chair stand up.

He gets a bit caught off guard when your arms go onto him. A flutter goes off in his chest as he realizes your skin is touching his.

“Please, let me, Mister Hayakawa.”

You lightly smile at him when your eyes meet his.

Mister Hayakawa. He’d pretend to be annoyed by the childish nickname you gave him just to tease him, however he can’t help but lightly smile at your childish teasing's. How you are always more cheerful around him. Especially when he tries to include you in conversations he notices you're left out in. He can't help but find it cute with how comfortable you are with him.

As he gets forced to sit down, you begin to walk away to maybe try and find another seat or a comfortable place to stand. But that’s when you feel a hand on your arm, ushering you down.

“Since there’s one seat, we’ll make it work.”

“Wait- hu-“

You get extremely caught off guard, when he drags you down onto the chair until you’re on his lap.

“Wait- Aki- wha-?“

“There’s one chair here, isn’t there?”

“How about we both sit here. It works. Doesn’t it?”

Your eyes widen a bit, extremely flustered and caught off guard. You did not expect that at all. Especially from Aki out of all people.

“Aki I’m going to crush you-“

“I’m fine. I can handle you sitting on my lap.”

You’re holding back your weight to not crush him, you're tensed up and incredibly flustered at him suddenly offering you on his lap. You look at him, a bit shocked. As he continues smoking his cigarette non-challantly like it's nothing.

You get even more caught off guard when he has his arms go onto your back and stomach, trying to straighten your posture.

Since when did he get so bold? You wonder.

When did he get so handsome? So charming?

“Straighten your posture a bit, bad posture can cause back pain. I don't want your back being sore on the next mission.”

“R-right…”

You swear you can hear him lightly chuckle as you’re on his lap. On how flustered you are. This is unlike him. Very unlike him. He's a sweet and empathetic man deep down. You know that. However this is in public, in front of others, where anyone can see.

However, this one time, perhaps he doesn’t care.

He wants you to be included. To not be like him when he was alone. Cold, empty, going through the same endless meaningless cycle in hopes for magically finding happiness one day.

Aki empathizes with you, Aki would always understand your emotions no matter what. Whatever happens, he'd always be as understanding as he possibly could with you.

“Aki, are you sure this is oka-“

“I’m the one who offered you on my lap, didn’t I?”

You nod, when his hands go to your shoulders to massage it. He tries to get you to relax, noticing how tense you are.

"You should relax, being tensed up can also cause soreness."

Because of those words, you begin to ease up a bit. You feel your body slowly stop being tense. And you swear you hear Aki chuckle about how flustered you are.

You’re cute. He thinks to himself.

A few minutes go by, and you and Aki begin to have some small talk. Some parts of the conversation about devils, how work is going, life, advice for outside of work…

For the first time in this gathering, you genuinely smile and laugh with him. As Aki looks at you, he notices you have that spark in your eye. The feeling you get when you're really enjoying a conversation with someone. That feeling in your chest. Like a fire being lit up and the flames burning. That great feeling. And if you're being honest, you can tell Aki feels the same.

Aki, the man you can always trust to be your therapist. The one who would wipe your tears if you cried. The one who calms you down. Helps you relax. You, the one Aki is empathetic towards. The one who Aki trusts to talk to. The one he can vent to. The few he wouldn't mind crying in front of.

You continue chatting instead of drinking. Him chuckling at some of your funny or weird retorts. You're still on his lap. Which in your opinion, is a lot more fun than getting high off of beer and alcohol as an escapism from reality.

Perhaps this night was a bit fun after all.

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. yes reader is quirky and not like the others ik. 😩✋🏻

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi Jalebi! How are you? I hope you’re doing well, I just saw your IPK edit on Instagram for its 13th anniversary and it’s so so good, really amazing.

My question is regarding consummation episode, like I have no doubt in my mind about whether they consummated or not but what really confuses me is the scene that’s followed by later on. Usually in any after consummation scene we see couple in the bed together cuddling but here Arnav and Khushi were in different places. And considering the fact that Khushi remembered all of it and then Arnav and Khushi also talked about it proves that it wasn’t their dream or imagination.

Then why they were shown in separate place? Is it because Arnav drove back home and dropped Khushi at Laxminagar so that their families don’t find out?

Hello Anon!

I'm doing well and thank you so much for loving my edit <3 (It's on instagram) I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME DOING IT :")

Lol you answered your question by yourself but this is my fav scene so here's a lengthy answer.

Ok, this is where our minds fill in. Cause even though TV shows things in far more detail than films do, sometimes they leave a gap where we can draw enough conclusion.

Off screen note: While I would've loved a post sex scene (which is also common in ITV), I do think they didn't have Barun for much time cause it was his birthday (I crack up every time I remember dude shot a consummation sequence for his birthday, lol insert Sanaya Nakuul laughing their heads off at this trivia), which means that apart from the vital consummation sequence, the rest of the episodes where filled with other characters and things they had to do. Which plot wise, imo, doesn't affect anything at all, it was cute seeing what the fam was upto.

I do think a few of us were like did it happen or not (pat on our backs for going yeah man let them make out pre marriage), but also there was a weird lot who was obsessed with thinking they are married so sex is ok or no they didn't have sex cause weren't married properly yet.

But yes, generally TV will have a sequence and I personally love after sex sequences cause it's just so warm and full of fuzzy feels.

Off screen note: Also, wtf was the editor thinking cutting out the shot where Arnav removes Khushi's waist chain? Sigh, that's sooo rude of them to cut.

But coming back to point before this gets too long, what happened was that Arnav-Khushi had great sex, and Arnav quietly dropped Khushi off to her home. He probably waited until she fell asleep and he sneaked out back because, lol, they are getting married in a few hours and the whole house would be up and it would be strange finding the groom in the bride's bed.

Lol.

NK would have a field day though.

So then we see that Khushi wakes up calling for Arnav, remembers she is back at home, thinks more about having had great first time sex and has an adorable moment of OMG I AM GETTING MARRIED TODAY.

Also, they do have the classic 'post sex talk' later in the day. Like the show does a fab job of showing that everything is going in a rush! Like everything is being done asap - and literally the only time Arnav and Khushi do get to chat is legit when they're dressing up.

They barely have the privacy to have a detailed conversation (I love that they TALK when it comes to sex) nor the time so it's just a sweet succinct conversation.

And it's probably my favorite scene in the show cause confident/mature Khushi and sensitive/vulnerable Arnav is my favorite combination.

Arnav's hesitation shows that honestly post sex they really didn't have time so they probably had to race home! Which is why he didn't get to aftercare much, didn't get to ask her how she's feeling. Perhaps he wanted to say more, reassure more. He knows what sex means to her - if just in case she felt pressured or had regrets or even the basic fact it was her first time, if she's feeling ok.

He corrects his question that if she's feeling ok after last night.

And that's what Khushi answers. She hears what he wants to say and not only says that she's fine but that she enjoyed it, literally enjoyed every minute of it and she can't wait to see him.

And Arnav lets out a sigh of relief.

It's one of my favorite scenes in the show. You know the ones which seal that the couple gets a happily ever after? This one.

Best,

Jalebi

P.S: Yes I love this scene. It gives me butterflies till date.

[little-paperboat]

Through Shadows To The Edge Of Night (3)

Here we goooo! Final chapter of "Through Shadows" is out, one day earlier than planned! 🧡 I'm super excited, it was so much fun to write! It's over 6,600 words too!! Twice as long as my usual chapters, which I didn't expect initially, but during the editing process I chose to merge the ending dialogue with another one that I had written for a later chapter, as I found it made more sense.

I'm glad that Tav and Rolan are finally having more interaction... and a little misunderstanding I was craving to write since the beginning, including that *one* scene that I imagined all those months ago and made me want to write this fic 😏

I hope you'll like it! The next part of the series will finally bring us to Baldur's Gate and to Sorcerous Sundries, and well, who knows what will happen then 👀 I'm planning to release it on next Saturday. You can follow the tag "series:forbidden fire" here on tumblr to not miss it when it comes out 🌸

And of course, I'm so grateful for all the comments, kudos and support! The Holy Rolan Empire is truly a gem, you guys are wonderful and it's super heartwarming to be part of such a kind community with so many talented artists and writers 🥹 ❤️

Read on AO3 (3/3)

Read Part 1: Wild Winds Are Death To The Candle (2/2)

She took a step towards him.

“Rolan?”

This broke him out of his stupor, his eyebrows perking up, frowning, and finally coming closer. Had he always been this tall?  

“Tav,” he replied sternly. 

Her name rolled off his tongue with ease, and something surged within her; wishing that he’d say it more often, whisper it against her skin, his lips caressing the shell of her ears— Wait, what? No! She had done so much for him, against her better judgement even, and he had been nothing but rude and a pain in the ass. No: she wouldn’t be so easily swayed. The ball was in his court, and her expectations were high. She wouldn’t be distracted by nonsense. 

She crossed her arms, unimpressed, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

“You brought them back,” he said finally, his eyes finding hers, a hint of hesitation colouring his deep voice. Once again, she found herself hypnotised by the golden flames dancing against the moonless sky of his eyes. “I thought my entire family was dead, and you… you brought us back together.” His voice was soft, almost emotional. She didn’t even know he could speak like this.

“Don’t mention it,” she croaked out. What was wrong with her? Gods, she needed to get a grip, now.  

“You have no cause to be humble. You did the impossible and you went out of your way to help us when most people would’ve left us to die - or worse.” 

Maybe she liked it better when he yelled at her, after all. At least it didn’t make her heart beat so fast. 

There was a pause, but before she could speak, he continued.

“I’ve lashed out at you, drunkenly and otherwise, and you helped anyway.” She fought back a smile, biting the inside of her cheeks to physically stop her lips from stretching. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. And, thank you.”

Was this real? Was this really happening? She tilted her head up at him and wished that she didn’t imagine his own gaze flickering to her lips. 

“Why are you being nice?” she asked in a hushed voice. 

“Because you were. I still don’t quite understand why you decided to help us - to help me, but you did.” He seemed to remember something, and handed her a small purse. “It’s only right that you get something in return.” 

A bag of gold sat in the palm of his hand, heavy and full. She paled, suddenly ill at ease. Was he giving her his savings? 

“Rolan, no. I can’t accept it.” It was absurd. Actually, it was offensive.  

His eyes darkened. 

“No? Is that not good enough for you?”

“On the contrary, it’s way too much. Really, I… I don’t need gold. I don’t, I swear.” 

She didn’t know how to explain to him that the sum he was handing her was probably less than her weekly allowance as a teen. 

Not that she was the kind of selfless person who refused to be paid for her services. Quite the opposite, actually: half her life so far had been dedicated to finding ways of getting and spending money, without any concern in the world for those who didn’t have any.  

But, well. Being catapulted in the middle of a refugee camp without any gold piece to spare had somewhat altered her perspective, and now she did feel bad about taking money from people in need when she knew her own coffers were still overflowing at home.

“I don’t need a reward,” she continued. “You keep it, for you, and Lia and Cal, for when—” 

“Take it, Tav.” He cut her, annoyance sharp in his voice. Clearly, he would obviously feel beyond insulted if she refused it, but at the same time, she really didn’t need it. Although, it could benefit the group, if only temporarily…

She chewed on her bottom lip, indecisive, before reluctantly taking the coin purse from him, swearing to herself that she’d find a way to give it back somehow. Her obedience seemed to please him, and he gave her a satisfied smirk that ignited a fire in her belly, a violent desire coursing through her veins. 

She wanted to know how his lips would feel against hers, how his body would react to her touch; to see pleasure etched over his handsome features and to hear him say all those nice things again, and then some. To see him happy, pleased; to make him lose his composure and show him how good it would feel to not be a stuck-up prick.  

She wanted to kiss him - she really did. 

And she wanted it now, even if he hated her. 

She had dealt with worse than that. 

“I didn’t tell Cal and Lia about what happened,” she said instead, inching just a bit closer, batting her eyelashes just so - giving him that one sultry look that always got her tangled in bedsheets under an hour. 

“I know,” he said with a strained smile. 

“You’re welcome,” she teased.   

He let out a breathy laugh.

“I thanked you once already. Don’t be greedy.” 

A glint of mischief burned in his eyes and she felt herself smirk, the flames of desire burning brighter. Oh, she was greedy alright - all she needed was a sign that he wasn’t just being polite, something, anything to let her know that he was also curious about her, and she would show him exactly just how greedy she could be.

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(c) divider by saradika

[azalawa-scroggs]

Hi!! I get to know you cause you fic "Let no one sleep" and omg I love it so much as you can't imagine!!! I'm pretty excited about how the history is going and I was wondering if may I ask you when you're going to upload the last chapter? I don't wanna be rude but I'm really really excited with the end

Hello! Thanks for reading and for your kind words <3 I am glad you're enjoying the story!

First off, the story is already entirely written, so you need not fear being left on that cliffhanger forever! But I still have to go through some edits on chapter 3, which is currently 11.5k words long, so it is taking a little while. And @rendevok is also busy with the last tapestry (which I am so excited to discover you have no idea).

So between all that we're aiming to post for the end of the month. We can't promise anything because life has a way of getting in the way, but that's our goal right now!

Thanks for sticking with us, I hope you enjoy the last chapter of the story when it comes! I can't wait to share it with all of you :D

(For those curious, here is the story in question, as well as the two pieces of art accompanying each chapter :))

Have a snippet in the meantime!

Hours later, the traveller was pacing in his rooms. He was the only one in the city who could have been able to sleep, had he wanted to, but the knot in his stomach was too tight for it. He looked out the window, feeling sick at the sight of the fires that had been started everywhere in the city, their light sharp in the dark of night. From time to time, a clamour rose to his ears, screams of anguish and angry shouts, demands for information that the people it was asked from didn't have any way to know. All because of him. He ran a hand through his hair. He had miscalculated. After three days of taunts, of bloodthirsty proclamations, he still had managed to underestimate the prince's penchant for cruelty. Unfortunately, it was too late to take it back. He was completely helpless. Well, nearly helpless. He was entirely aware that there was a very easy way to stop these people's suffering; but it would mean forfeiting his life, as well. The choice hung above him like a deadly sword. Had it only been his life, he would have surrendered it in a heartbeat. But dying would mean giving up on Prince Miles, leaving him in his cold prison of brutality and misery, and that was something he refused to do. He was more certain than ever that the prince was suffering, and more resolved than ever to free him from it, whatever the cause may be. Part of him wondered where that resolve came from, if his determination not to give up didn't come from cowardice after all. An entire city, for one man... One man he was currently extremely angry with, seeing the terrible things happening outside. He sighed and brushed his hands in the flowing part of his red sash, letting the soft fabric flow between his fingers. Old images flashed in his mind, a pale face haloed by the golden light of the woods, small smiles and discreet laughs, an imperious, annoyed, then amused voice. The memories were as painful as they were soothing. Back then, ten years ago, he had retraced his steps after the prince left in order to go back home. A flash of red had caught his eye down in the bushes where they had tumbled together; upon picking it up he had realised it was the prince's scarf, likely unravelled from his neck in his fall. So he had picked it up, his heart speeding up as he realised it still carried Miles's sweet smell. Wearing it around his own neck had felt too intimate, too personal, and so he had tied it to his waist instead. It was a wordless oath to find his new friend and give the garment back to him. As the years passed, the fabric frayed and paled under the sun, and the traveller knew there could be no giving it back any longer, not in this state. But he kept searching anyway. The scarf, from something to return, had become a token, a symbol of his unyielding dedication. All this time, he had yearned to see that openness again, to glimpse an honest smile on his lips, that brilliant smile that had saved his life... To compare such kindness from a stranger to the cruelty of the ruler he had become was painful. For the first time, he was tempted to burn the sash. “No,” he muttered to himself, grasping at the fragile and worn silk. “I can't give in now. If I win, then nobody else is going to die.” The familiar touch reawakened his courage.

[galexystern]

i can see you (foolish one) - 18+

pairing; eddie munson/fem!reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), fluff, angst, casual sex, no strings attached, jealousy, oral sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, p in v sex, fingering, porn with plot, porn with feelings, honestly more feelings than porn sorry

word count; 10.6k

desc; as the opener on corroded coffin's world tour, you and eddie start a casual relationship. but can you keep your feelings from getting in the way? songfic of taylor swift's "i can see you" and "foolish one"

a/n; loosely inspired by cinemamunson's "you give love a bad name" ♥ edited 10/16/23

read on ao3 / masterlist

It was a dream come true. Being the opener on a national tour that stopped in every major city over the course of a year was all you'd been wishing for since you were seven years old and picked up your first guitar. Everything about it was exciting: the bus, the fans, even the paparazzi that surrounded every door you came in and out of. To be fair, they weren't exactly waiting for you, but you were there too, so it was almost the same thing in your mind.

There was just one problem...and here it comes now.

"Alright, princess?" Rockstar, guitarist extraordinaire, and overall heartthrob Eddie Munson says as he passes you coming offstage. "Crowd ready for us?"

As mentioned, the lead singer and guitarist for the tour's headliner is the problem. It's not because he's rude, or crass, or insulting. He's never touched you inappropriately or said anything untoward. He treats everyone around him with respect and gets concerned about the smallest things that could be affecting his crew. He's generous, kind, and sweet.

That's the problem—he's the ultimate dreamboat. You're falling under his spell like all the other girls he comes into contact with. You'd really wanted to hate him, only because you'd had a crush on him before this tour even started, ever since you'd become a fan of Corroded Coffin, and you were hoping he'd have that typical rockstar bad attitude that would erase that crush from existence. Instead, he's the ideal man and your feelings have only grown.

You nod, feeling exhilarated yet again from another electric opening set. "Oh, they're ready."

"Bring it on." His smile dazzles you. "Great set by the way."

"Thanks," you breathe out, and he winks before he and the other members of Corroded Coffin walk onstage to deafening screams. Someone hands you a water bottle and you guzzle it down, trying to get your breath back from both the set and Eddie's wink.

Oh, there is one more issue: the flirting.

Even if he deserves all the hype and love he gets on a daily basis, you'd been sure that he wouldn't give you the time of day. Sure, his band had picked you to be their opener, which is a pretty great indicator they like you, but that could just be your music. It complements theirs and they'd wanted to make sure a female artist got the opportunity over another "stupid male diva," as they'd said in their initial meeting with you. But that didn't mean that the members would actually pay attention or talk to you in any way. You kind of thought they'd ignore you and your crush would slowly fade over time.

Instead, the band has made sure you've become their friend...and Eddie has been flirting on-and-off with you since the beginning.

That meeting you'd had with the band and your managers had revealed an initial spark between you two that has just been fanned into a raging fire by winks, smirks, cheesy pick-up lines, and dirty jokes. You can't help it; he makes it easy to talk with him, easy to return his flirting. In fact, you're never been more comfortable than when you're with him, in whatever capacity—lounging, eating, warming up. And you're with him more often than not, since the band seemingly love having you around and seek you out whenever they can. He even attends your sound checks and always makes sure to watch your opening set, despite surely having better things to do, or at least things his management would like him to be doing instead. But he ignores them, all so he can compliment you after every show.

Okay, he probably doesn't do it just to compliment you. But he is always there, because he's somehow the most amazing guy ever created.

All this runs through your head as you watch Corroded Coffin's set from backstage, hydrating and bouncing your head to the rhythm of their catchy songs. You'd always loved their stuff, and now you can hear them in person every night. Like you'd said—dream come true.

Eddie turns his head after finishing a verse and locks eyes with you. He gives you another wink and a brilliant smile before diving into the chorus with the rest of the band. You sigh dreamily.

Fuck.

;

"You think we're alone in the universe?"

You shake your head vehemently to Gareth's question as you chew the last dregs of your potato chips. Eddie raises an eyebrow at your response and you hold up a finger so you can swallow. They all wait patiently.

You're having a late, unhealthy dinner with Corroded Coffin as you speed towards the next scheduled city. You'd been forced to go right after the show due to the location's distance and earlier-than-usual sound check tomorrow. You're all lounging on the couches, having devoured In-N-Out and a whole bunch of vending machine snacks, which management had given you as consolation for the long trip. It's dark and quiet for the most part, the only light emerging when you pass street lamps. They shine across Eddie's face, across from you, highlighting his plump lips and intense eyes, and make the silver rings on his hands shine brightly.

"We can't be," you finally reply, crumpling your bag and tossing it into one of the empty takeout bags. When you make it, Jeff gives you a high-five. "In our entire universe? Nah, there's gotta be aliens out there."

Eddie smirks, and it makes butterflies go off in your stomach. But Grant is the one who speaks. "Then why haven't they communicated with us?"

Jeff beats you to it. "Have you met us? Who would want to meet us?"

Everyone laughs. "Exactly," you say after a giggle. "We're not ready yet."

"When will we be ready?" Eddie muses, still staring at you. Speechless, you just shrug.

"We've yet to reach warp capabilities," Grant points out.

"And, without warp, we can't reach warp 10 and turn into giant lizards as the evolution of the human race," you add, and Eddie snorts unexpectedly. You smile at him and he shakes his head.

"Good reference," Jeff commends and you incline your head in acknowledgement.

"You sure you don't wanna join our D&D campaign, angel?" Eddie teases, bringing up a topic he's been nagging you about endlessly. You'd been refusing his offers to join their group for a while now. It's not that you wouldn't be into it—you'd never played before, but it didn't seem hard, and you do like fantasy—but more that it'd just be more Eddie, and you're not sure your emotions can handle even more time in his presence.

You shake your head no. "You know I'm a sci-fi girl at heart."

Eddie waves a hand. "Same thing."

"They are not!" You laugh. It's a familiar argument, and he grins at your response.

The bus slows and exits the highway, pausing your conversation. You all fall silent, looking out the windows at the city's lights as you approach your hotel for the night. Exhaustion finally sinks in and you yawn, looking forward to a nice, cool bed that you can curl up in. All alone, you add as you catch Eddie's gaze and he gives you those bedroom eyes that make your thighs clench together.

You come to a stop in front of a nice hotel, thankfully void of reporters and fans—probably too late for them—and step out into the breezy night air. You trudge into the lobby, dead on your feet, and wait for someone to check in and hand you door keys. Taking yours, you follow the boys into the elevator and ride up with them. Down the hallway you stop first, and they wave at you before continuing. You watch them stop at two doors, Jeff and Grant going into one and Gareth going into another. Eddie pauses at the threshold.

You can see him waiting down the hall from you, and as he looks back at you, you have a vision of him up against the wall with you, holding you up as he sucks marks into your neck and you hold him closer with your hands in his hair and your legs around his waist, his hands digging into your ass and his crotch thrusting against you. You flush at the fantasy and blink a few times to get rid of it. You fall back into the present to see Eddie smirking at you now. He cheekily salutes you before disappearing into his room.

You dart into your own and close the door quickly. Taking deep breaths, you try to calm your racing heart. You feel wet and hot and bothered. There's only two solutions: get off or take a shower. Briefly imagining touching yourself with Eddie just down the hall, moaning his name so he might be able to hear it, you eventually shake your head and head for the bathroom.

;

A few days later, in yet another city after yet another fantastic show, someone suggests going out to a bar. You're all down, and while it does take an hour or so for management to find and approve a venue protection-wise, it gives you time to get all dolled up. You dress up for your sets of course, but now you really go in with your makeup and hair, knowing you won't get all messed up and sweaty. You also choose a good outfit you'd never wear onstage, because you like to breathe and walk while performing. You know your heels might give you blisters but you think it'll be worth it.

And it is, when you step out of the elevator and Eddie sucks in a breath through his teeth as his eyes rove over your face and body. You will back a blush but can't stop your underwear from going damp when you see the desire written across his expression.

"Wow, you look great!" Jeff exclaims. The rest of the boys echo him, Eddie a little belatedly.

"Thank you," you giggle, curtseying a little bit.

Security then comes over and herds you all through the doors and into a black SUV. The boys let you go first, and Eddie stretches out his hand to help you up, which you take gratefully. You settle in the back and, you're surprised and nervous when Eddie follows and sits next to you. Jeff and Grant sit in the middle and Gareth up front with the driver. The car leaves the parking lot behind the first SUV, which holds at least four security personnel.

In the dark of the backseat, you try to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest. Eddie doesn't look at or talk to you, staring out the window instead. But his hand is perilously close to your thigh and inching closer. You keep glancing at it as it nears you, keeping your own hands balled in your lap.

Eventually his fingertip brushes your skin and you let out a quiet exhale. He turns to you then, and though you can barely see him, you can tell his eyes are half-lidded and hungry. His hand keeps going, and his palm slides up the side of your thigh to stop on top of it. He rests it there gently, letting you push him away, but you wouldn't dare. His touch is electrifying and sending shivers down your body. You're sure he can feel the goosebumps that flare across your thigh.

He clenches the fat of your thigh in his grip tightly and you jolt. But it's not from his hand; the car is stopping abruptly. You and Eddie both look out the window and see you're parked in front of a seedy bar somewhere downtown. Jeff and Grant are already climbing out.

When they pull the seat down, Eddie has his hand to himself again. You're positive there's a handprint left on your thigh from the burn his touch left inside you, but when you look down, it's perfectly clear. You take a deep breath and slide out of the car slowly, again taking Eddie's outstretched hand to help you down. Neither of you move once you're safely on the ground, gazing at each other with just the tiniest bit of space between you.

Then someone is slamming their door closed and Eddie is stepping away and your hand is being dropped. Eddie strolls into the establishment with Gareth, not looking back at you, and you stare at them leaving blankly. A security guard motions for you to go as well, and so you stalk after them. If that's how he wants to play it after that car ride, you're game.

You breeze in like nothing is wrong, keeping your face neutral. You walk straight up to the bar and order a tequila shot, throwing it back as soon as it's in front of you. When asked for payment, you tell them coolly that you're with the band and order a gin and tonic. They hop to it, already knowing Corroded Coffin is there, and you must be with them if you do too. Seconds later, you're given the drink and you thank them before spinning around and surveying the scene.

There's a bit of a dance floor, moderately filled. Rock is being played through speakers and people are grinding against each other; it's exactly what you wanted to see. You suck down the rest of your cocktail, feeling that pleasant buzz that comes with tipsiness, and then weave through the crowd. You search out a good spot and find one with the added bonus of a cute guy, dancing alone.

You strut up to him and let him take you in—his eyes go wide and he gulps—before asking, "Wanna dance?"

He nods immediately and you step closer to him, resting your arms around his neck and waiting for him to place his around your waist before starting to move. He matches your tempo well and you two sway together as the music plays. You hum along to the familiar melody—it's automatic.

A couple of songs pass, and your mystery partner asks, "Can I kiss you?"

You nod in response, so he dips forward and catches your lips with his. It's okay—not enough pressure, too much spit—but it's a good distraction, so you let it keep going. You make out for a few minutes, quality not really getting better but not worse, but then someone is tapping you on the shoulder. You break from the kiss and look over your shoulder to find Grant behind you. He has an apologetic expression.

"We're leaving," he shouts.

"We just got here!" You reply.

Grant just shrugs. "You have to come with us." At your raised eyebrow, he continues, "Security said so."

You roll your eyes and turn back to your make-out partner, telling him you have to go. He asks for your number but you shake your head. "I had fun!" You say to his bewildered face before whirling around and stomping out of the bar. The boys are already in the car, so you slide into the passenger seat.

As the SUV glides away from the curb, you look into the back and ask a silent question to Jeff, who's sitting behind you. He shrugs and points to the very back, where you spot Eddie, jaw clenched and seething, staring out the window moodily.

You turn back around with a huff and let your annoyance fester as you drive back to the hotel. Once you've arrived, you hop out and go inside before the boys can even get out, and the elevator doors close as they're walking across the lobby. Before they shut completely, you glimpse Eddie's face: dark, unhappy, and...a little jealous?

On the tenth floor, you walk quickly to your room, get in, and shut the door behind you. You listen as the boys pass by, and then as their own doors close, breathe out a sigh of relief.

But you relax too soon. A minute later, there's a knock on your door.

You start to open it slowly, but it swings ajar and Eddie storms in angrily. You look into the hallway but it's empty; Eddie is alone. You close the door, turning around and resting against it, and stare at him. He's pacing the floor with his hands balled into fists.

You think about being nice but the irritation of being forced to leave the bar early is still inside you, so instead you sneer, "Who died and made you the prince of darkness?"

At your voice, he whips his head to you and you're frozen in place by his heated stare. Then he stalks towards you until he's almost flush against you, and slams his hands on the door on either side of your head. You couldn't move if you wanted to, and you definitely don't.

"Think you're funny, angel?" He asks lowly, and your underwear grows embarrassingly wetter.

"I think I'm hilarious," you shoot back lightly.

He bares his teeth in a wicked grin. "Oh, so you know what you were doing?" He places a leg in between yours and presses it against your clothed cunt. It's a delicious pressure, but you don't give him the satisfaction of grinding against it.

"Yeah," you retort, "I was dancing."

"And kissing," he spits out.

"What's it to you?" You arch an eyebrow. When he doesn't reply, just keeps gazing at you with fiery eyes, you smirk. "Oh...was the great Eddie Munson jealous?" He scoffs, but you can see his Adam's apple move with his slow swallow. "You were!" You say triumphantly.

"So what if I was?" He taunts. "What would you do about it?"

Now you swallow. "I don't know."

"I do." He moves impossibly closer, his mouth just hairs away from yours.

"But we've kept everything professional," you breathe.

"Something changed," he replies simply, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and just barely brushing against yours. You meet his stare and find eyes filled with lust, desire, and yes, jealousy. He looks absolutely ravenous for you, and you're tired of pretending you don't feel the same.

So you smirk a little. "I like it." Then you surge up to kiss him.

He groans into your mouth, cupping your head in his hands to keep you from moving away. You clutch his waist tightly, making him dig his leg further against you. There's delicious friction against you and you thrust against his thigh to keep it going. He encourages it by grabbing your hips and helping you grind rhythmically. You slide your own hands up his toned arms, squeezing slightly, before wrapping them around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

His tongue forces your mouth open and dives inside, and you let him. It's only until you need precious oxygen that you break the kiss, and he immediately moves his lips down your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses in their wake.

"I saw us," you say deliriously. Eddie nips your skin with his teeth, and you understand it's a request for more, so you clarify, "I saw you up against the wall with me, like this."

He practically growls and sucks a deep mark, making you moan. When he leans back, he smiles wickedly. "I've been watching you for ages, sweetheart. You won't believe half the things I see inside my head."

Looking up at him, dazed, you have enough presence of mind to reply, "Wait till you see half the things that haven't happened yet."

His eyes darken further and he moves his leg away from you. Before you can whine, he's placing his hands on your thighs and lifting you, making you hook your legs around his waist. Then he carries you to the bed, turning so he's the one against it, and sits. The action makes you drop against his crotch and he groans at the pressure against his hard cock. You kiss him again to keep him quiet, but it just riles him up, making you keep thrusting into him, soaking your panties further.

You two make out for a few minutes, just exploring each other hungrily, before you pry your lips from his. He tries to chase after them and you giggle, which makes him open his eyes. Your breath hitches at the lust you see swimming in them, knowing yours match.

You tap his hands to let you go, but he shakes his head. "Come on," you coo, "I promise it'll be worth it." He reluctantly releases his grip and you slide from his lap to kneel on the floor. Looking up at him, trying to project innocence, you smile benevolently.

"Fuck me," he groans at the sight.

You pout. "Later. Right now, I'm trying to suck you." You pinch his jeans and command, "Off."

He scrambles to comply, unbuttoning and pushing them down his legs, including his boxers. Your gaze is magnetized to the large, rock-hard cock that bounces free and slaps against his shirt. He realizes how unsexy that must look, because he then pulls his shirt over his head. His dick smears pre-cum across his revealed abs, firm and beautiful.

You hum approvingly and smooth your hands up his thighs. He watches you, enraptured, as you get closer and finally run your fingertips along his length. You smirk at his shiver, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward, using your hand to bring his cock to your mouth and kitten-licking the tip. He just about chokes, and so you go further, sticking out your tongue and swirling it around the head. You moan at the taste of his pre-cum and he breathes shakily.

Done with teasing and ready to get on with the show, you then place your whole mouth around his cock and take it deep. "Shit, angel," Eddie swears. You look up at him—his head is thrown back and his hands are fisted in the comforter. It's intoxicating, the feeling of being able to destroy him so thoroughly, and so you indulge.

You suck his cock to the best of your ability, which must be pretty damn good based on the sounds he lets out. At one point, you grab his hand and maneuver it to rest on your head. He gets the hint and clutches your hair tightly. The pull makes you moan, and he jerks at the vibration on his cock. You let him take control, crossing your hands behind your back, and he slowly, gently, fucks himself into your mouth. You focus on your breathing, letting drool drip down his dick and your jaw. He doesn't look away from you and you don't look away from him.

Eventually, he pulls you off completely and you swallow the accumulated spit. He sighs shakily, running a hand through his hair. You grin at him, face shiny, and he pleads, "Come here, baby." You stand and step between his legs. He marvels at you. "You're so beautiful."

You duck your head in flattered embarrassment, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look back at him again. "I mean it," he insists. "Prettiest girl I ever saw."

You must be flaming red by now, but you smile. "Thank you," you whisper, voice barely there.

Eddie grins. "Wanna get my mouth on you, angel. That okay?"

You nod eagerly and he chuckles. He backs you up so he can stand, switches your positions, and helps you lay on the bed, climbing over you. You giggle when his hair tickles your face.

His fingers go to your dress's hem and you help him lift it over your head. You reach behind you and unclip your bra, letting it fall from your body. Eddie tosses it behind him, stare stuck on your newly revealed breasts. "Perfect," he breathes, before leaning down and kissing you again. It's soft this time, and doesn't last that long before he's moving down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, to your tits. When he takes a nipple in his mouth and suckles it gently, you gasp.

With that, the mood switches back to urgent, and he presses harder. One hand wraps around your neglected nipple as his teeth come out to play and bite teasingly at your skin. You arch your back against him, digging your hands into his hair to keep him torturing you so exquisitely, and he eagerly obeys. When he switches sides, his hands disappear in between your bodies and deftly pull down your underwear, leaving you as bare as him.

You whine when he moves away from your tits, and he shoots you a cheeky grin. He slides down your body, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach. When he arrives at your cunt, he spreads your legs and delights in how you've reacted to his ministrations over the night.

"Baby girl is just weeping for me, isn't she?" He teases, swiping a finger through your lips to collect some wetness and bring it to his mouth. You watch with hazy eyes as he wraps his lips around it and sucks it clean, moaning at the taste. "Knew you would be so sweet, honey," he says. "Like a peach." He dips his head down again and you gasp as he noses against you deeply, tongue darting out but never staying in one place for too long.

"Eddie," you whimper, "stop teasing."

He looks up at you, lower half of his face soaked. "But teasing you is so much fun," he replies with a grin. "And you teased me all night."

"Didn't mean to," you insist softly.

He pouts. "No?" You shake your head.

"In that case..." He grips your thighs and spreads them further. He looks at you with a sinful smile and then leans down and presses his tongue against your cunt, making you moan. He licks fervently, quickly finding your clit and sucking it harshly. Your hips buck from the bed and his hands go to them to hold you down. He doesn't let you move as he torments you in the best way, truly at his mercy now. One hand moves from your waist and strokes between your lips, a warning before he pushes it inside slowly.

It feels amazing but not enough, so you beg, "More, please." He listens and adds another finger, thrusting them quicker and quicker, curling them to brush that spot inside you can never seem to reach by yourself. At the feeling, you keen, and feel him grin against you.

Your climax is almost upon you, pussy clenching around Eddie's fingers to let him know. He keeps going at his rapid pace, tongue lightning fast on your clit, and a minute later you're tensing as the waves crash over you. He continues his movements, letting it the pleasure hit over and over until you're twitching from overstimulation. Slowly, he comes to a stop and looks up at you.

"That was gorgeous, sweetheart," he says as he lazily brings his body up yours. "Gotta be inside you, though. Wanna see you do that again on my cock."

You nod, feeling his dick resting against your lower stomach. He leans over for his jeans, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. He hisses as he slides it on, and rubs through your wetness to coat it.

"Ready, baby?" He asks sweetly.

"Yes," you sigh dreamily, and he lines up. Pushing inside gradually, letting you adjust to the feeling of his cock splitting you open so well, you moan in tandem when he bottoms out.

"Better than I imagined," Eddie groans. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, starting a quick pace, hitting that spongy place inside you that makes you mewl every time. He rests on his elbows above you and you wrap your legs around his waist so he can go even deeper. He catches your lips with his and swallows all your moans. The gentle kiss is a contrast to his hard thrusts, and you lose your mind just a little.

"Oh my god," you whine when he places his forehead against yours.

"Shouldn't you be praying to me?" Eddie teases, but you can hear how close he is to finishing in his voice, brings you closer to the edge too. Sensing this, he says, "Alright, baby. You gonna cum for me?"

You nod helplessly, words stuck in your throat.

"Good," he soothes. "Go ahead, honey. Wanna feel it."

You do as you're told and careen into the bliss of your second orgasm. You pulse around his cock and his hips stutter, pressing inside you as far as he can to feel how you squeeze around him as the waves keep going. "Such a good girl," he groans, and the extra tight clench his words produce make him cum too. You feel him spill inside you hotly, and you moan tiredly at the last burst of pleasure it gives you.

Eddie kisses you again, this one lazy and sloppy, soothing as he slips out of you. He stands, getting rid of the condom and padding to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. He brings it back and gently cleans you, the warm fabric making you shiver. "Here, darling," he says softly, and you slide under the covers he lifts for you to cuddle under. He tosses the washcloth away after cleaning himself and slips in next to you.

You hum happily as he brings you close, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you. He drops a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Night, beautiful," he murmurs, and you snuggle against him, drifting off to sleep.

;

The next day, you're reading in your dressing room when there's a knock at the door. Expecting it to be your manager to escort you to your sound check, you're surprised to find Eddie on the other side instead. You stand aside so he can enter, and shut the door behind him. He turns to you, half-smiling.

"Hey," he says, kind of awkwardly. It's a bit endearing. "About last night..."

You swallow nervously and nod. You'd woken up this morning alone in bed, sunlight streaming through the open curtains. You'd tried not to feel disappointed, but as you relived the previous night in the shower, remembering how sweet and gentle and kind he'd been, you'd grown increasingly hopeful his leaving had nothing to do with keeping you a secret and everything to do with anything else. You hadn't seen him or the rest of the band all day, as they'd been at sound check and you hadn't wanted to ambush Eddie.

But now he's in front of you, and you're about to hear the verdict.

"Is it okay if we..." You raise your eyebrows optimistically. "...keep it on the down-low?"

Your heart falls into your stomach and you try not to let your face do the same. Words stuck in your throat, you just nod with what you hope is a confident smile. This isn't a surprise, you think, as he seems to sigh in relief and shoots you a grateful smile. This is not a big deal, you think, as he walks up and kisses you, molding his lips to yours. This is fine, you think, as he leans back to look at you.

"Wanna keep seeing you, though," he adds, and you hate how your heart jumps back up in hope.

"Me too," you croak out. He hesitates but eventually grins.

"Great! Glad we're on the same page."

"Same." You know the smile on your face is strained but you don't know how to fix it. Thankfully, you don't have to, because then there's another knock on the door. As your manager steps in, Eddie steps back quickly and perches on the table nonchalantly. You force your hand to stay by your side and not reach for him, make him come back.

"Sound check," your manager chirps, looking up from her phone.

You tear your eyes from Eddie and look at her. You give her a tight nod and she walks out, leaving the door open. Eddie follows her, brushing his fingertips against the back of your hand and whispering, "See you tonight?"

You look at him, into those chocolate eyes, and see nothing more than distant expectation. You nod, telling him what he wants to hear, and he smirks. With that, he strolls out, unbothered by how he'd just broken your heart.

No. He did not just break your heart. You're not in love with him. This was expected. Eddie Munson is an über-famous, absurdly well-known celebrity, and they all want no-strings-attached, casual relationships due to that fame. He doesn't want to have to worry about fans melting down, paparazzi asking questions, and what people will say in general. He doesn't want to have to deal with any reactions your relationship would garner, especially not during a world tour. He just wants to have some mind-blowing sex and let off steam.

You try to focus on how great that sex was, and that he wants to keep having it with you. You try to take comfort in that. It doesn't work super well, but it's what you have to do. The only way out is through. You will have some good times sleeping with each other, and then when the tour ends, you will go your separate ways.

It's delicate, you reassure yourself as you leave the room, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof.

;

You're not. As the days and weeks pass, and you and Eddie continue hooking up with no strings, you come to realize that painfully intimately.

He sneaks in and out of your hotel rooms under the cover of darkness, never saying goodbye, never leaving you with anything other than nicely sore legs and taking with him any traces of happiness you'd gotten while with him. And it's a lot—you realize way too soon that you're falling for him. He always takes care of you so sweetly when you have sex, and he's such a gentleman when he's alone with you, and he doesn't stop using those damned pet names even in public (though it is limited to princess and sweetheart). He asks you questions like he cares about the answers and still compliments your sets and sound checks.

It's this weird combination of torture and bliss. When you're together, it's like all you can see is each other, but when you add another person to the mix, he turns distant and indifferent. When you all go out drinking, he doesn't pay attention to you at the bar but unleashes a jealous possessiveness in private that always makes you think he's falling for you too. But he's always gone in the morning, without fail, without a word.

It would be so much easier if the sex wasn't so good. When he puts his mouth on you, it's like you're electrified from the inside out. When he's inside you, it's like he fits perfectly. And when he inevitably comes back for more, it's like you're helpless, unable to refuse, wanting him just one more time.

You've said "one more time" to yourself so many times it's too many to count. You keep telling yourself you'll break it off, stop your heart from fracturing each time—you're afraid it's going to shatter one of these days. But when he knocks on your door, and you open it to see him looking at you with those bedroom eyes and delectable lips, you can't stop yourself from hauling him in and kissing him soundly. He's like a drug. Like you're addicted.

Sometimes you catch yourself looking at him in public and thinking about revealing the secret. You imagine just walking up and kissing him in front of everyone. What would you do if I went to touch you now? You whisper to yourself as you pass each other in the hotel hallway and he winks just for you. But then he kisses you in private and you think, you know I won't ever tell—not if I can keep you like this, for as long as I can have you.

Then the tour comes to an end, and you go your separate ways.

You find yourself waiting by the phone, seeing if he'll call and you hate yourself for it, but you can't stop. It's your constant companion, your closest confidante. But it doesn't ring and doesn't ring and doesn't ring.

Life goes on around you, even though you don't go with it. Reviews of the tour come in and they're generally positive. Corroded Coffin comes out with new music. Your agent tries reaching out to you about another record, but you can't make yourself pick up a pen.

The only thing that breaks through the monotony is an invitation to the MMAs, Major Music Awards. You're surprised to learn that you've been nominated for Best New Artist, and dismayed to learn that Corroded Coffin has been nominated for their latest album. You RSVP yes—but only so you can get out of this rut. It's messing up your life; it's driving you crazy. You know the band will be there and if you could just see Eddie in person, from a distance, maybe you can get past this and move on from him. You desperately need some closure.

So on the night, you let yourself dress up, let a makeup artist cover your face in proverbial warpaint, let a hairstylist pull your hair back into a severe updo. You let your agent get you a limo and arrange for you to arrive during primetime. And you steel your nerves.

;

The flashing lights blind you as you step out of the car. You hold up a hand and present what you hope is a collected smile, not one that's panicked and weird. You pay enough attention to the ground so you know where you're going but stop as directed to let the reporters take photos and shout questions.

One calls your name. "Are you still close with Corroded Coffin?"

You clench your jaw. "Of course! I'm still so grateful they chose me to be their opener on the last tour."

"How was it?"

You have a memory of Eddie smiling at you while eating you out. "Amazing! Life-changing!"

"How do you feel about being nominated tonight?"

"Oh my gosh, so blessed." Thank god, a question not about him. "I'm so honored to be in a category with so many other fantastic artists."

"Think you'll win?"

"Fingers crossed! But I'm just happy to be nominated, really."

"Thank you everyone!" Your agent says to the press and motions for you to walk with her. You follow, trying not to trip in your sky-high heels, as she leads you to your table. "Your award is first," she says as you pull out your chair to sit, "so it'll be done right away. You're free to leave whenever."

"What about Corroded Coffin?" You can't help asking. "Shouldn't I stay for that award?"

"It's a nice gesture, not strictly necessary. But you're welcome to stay, of course."

You nod thoughtfully. Maybe you'll get your closure and get out of there.

When your agent moves away, the empty space reveals the door. The door through which Corroded Coffin is walking. Jeff and Grant enter first, Gareth following, and then...Eddie bringing up the rear. All of them look nonplussed—they've been to plenty of these things before.

Eddie scans the room and his eyes fall on you. They widen a little bit but his mouth curves into a smile, and he waves a little. As your stomach goes into free-fall, you wave back. You hadn't meant it as an invitation, but he starts walking over to you, breaking from the rest of the band without even letting them know. He keeps his gaze on you as he weaves through the tables, and you try not to let your heart gallop away from you.

"Hey," he says when he reaches you. His voice is scratchy and familiar and music to your ears.

"Hi," you somehow manage in reply.

"How are you? How have you been?" He sounds eager to know.

"Um, okay." You hadn't thought about how you wouldn't have anything to say due to wallowing for the past few months. "You?"

"Good, good." He's nodding, still staring at you with those eyes you'd gotten lost in so many times.

"Well..." You break the eye contact to look him over. You can't help smirking at his aesthetic change for the night. "I see you, in your suit and your necktie," you tease.

He rolls his eyes but grins. "Yeah, we were forced to wear these monkey suits," he groans. "Can't wait to get it off."

A fantasy comes to your mind of doing that with him, helping him throw his jacket on the floor, as your lips are locked together. You shake your head to make it go away. "You look good." He does.

He preens. "Thanks. You look amazing." His eyes rove over you and you will your body not to flush.

"Thank you," you whisper, just like after he'd called you the prettiest girl he'd ever seen the first time you'd slept together.

"I gotta go, but it was nice to see you." He opens his arms for a hug. You think about saying no, going for a handshake instead, but your body moves of its own accord, stepping into him and holding him close. He tightens his grip around you and his hand brushes yours, placing a piece of paper in your palm. Before you can ask about it, he leans back, gives you a dazzling smile, and struts away.

You look down. It's folded into fours, very wrinkled and a little worn. You unfold it and read, in Eddie's writing, "Meet me tonight. Room 1012 at 9pm."

Your heart sprints away and you can't catch it. You sit down and take a deep breath. You can be strong, you can still do what you came here to do. You can get your closure.

Someone comes around with a tray of champagne flutes and you grab one gratefully. You drink half of it in one go, relaxing when the bubbles fizz some of your anxiety away, and set it down so you don't guzzle the other half right away. Thankfully, the lights dim and an overture starts. Your mind races as it goes on, trying not to think about seeing Eddie in private again after so long. The host comes onstage and you don't even hear the bad jokes they crack that get crickets from the audience. But then they introduce the first presenter—your award—and you're nervous for a completely different reason.

You force yourself to pay attention and listen to the person summarize the award and what it means. They list all the nominees and you paste a smile on your face when they mention you and the camera is for sure on you. Your heart is pounding and your stomach is flip-flopping and through it all there's a piece of your mind that is still on Eddie and what he's thinking about during this.

You don't realize at first when they announce you as the winner.

When the clapping starts up in earnest and you're jolted into blinking, you discover your name and live feed is on the big screen, and people are jostling you in congratulations. You stand and walk to the stage, trying to be graceful and not stilted. You work very hard on the steps so you don't trip. And then you're onstage, and the presenter and host are hugging you, and someone is handing you the award, and another is pushing you to the mic. You clutch the sculpture tightly in your sweaty hands so you don't drop and shatter it, and stare out at the audience.

You can't see a thing. The lights are so bright that you can only see darkness and shining flashes of glasses and jewelry. You don't know where Eddie is and you couldn't find him if you tried. Weirdly, it relaxes you, and you start talking from the heart.

"Wow! I can't really believe this." You laugh breathlessly. "Thank you so much to everyone who has helped me get here: my agent, my manager, my crew, my family, my friends, everyone I love. And I have to give special thanks to Corroded Coffin, who made my dreams come true by picking me as the opening act for their last tour, and I couldn't have done any of this without them and their faith in me." The audience claps. "I'd also like to say to everyone who doesn't really see the light at the end of the tunnel...it's coming. It might take a while and no one knows when it'll appear, but if you're moving forwards, you're moving towards it. And it's brighter than you could've ever imagined. Thank you!"

You step away from the mic and more applause follows you backstage. People come up and congratulate you in a whirlwind, and you don't know who anyone is. You just hold your award to your chest and smile so brightly it could blind.

Your agent rushes over and gives you an enormous hug. "Congratulations, babe! I knew you could do it."

You chuckle. "I didn't."

"Well, it's my job to know you could and always can." You smile at her gratefully. "You ready to meet the press?"

You nod. "What time is it?"

She checks her watch. "8:40."

You thank her and she leads you to the press room, which is filled with yells as you enter. You stand at the mic, still clutching your award, still grinning like a maniac. Everyone raises their hand and screams your name, and you pick a reporter at random.

They stand. "How do you feel about your win tonight?"

"I'm—I don't know," you answer, flustered, and the crowd titters kindly. "This is more than I could've asked for. I'm so honored."

You choose another person. "Do you feel like you should've won?"

"I can't say that, everyone in the category with me are so talented and deserved it as well. I kind of want to do the Mean Girls thing and break it into pieces for them." The press laughs with you.

Someone else: "Where did the end of your speech come from? About the tunnel?"

"I'm not really sure, to be honest," you admit. "I've just been feeling low lately, for reasons that are not entirely rational. But tonight and everything that's happened has really shown me that we all get a happy ending one way or another. We have the strength to get through anything. Everyone alive has made it through all their hard times—we have a 100% success rate. And it'll be okay, in the end."

The last: "What's next for you?"

You think about it for a minute. "I'm gonna keep going. Maybe I'll write an album about what I went through, maybe I'll forget about it and write about the future. Maybe I'll quit music altogether and become a skydiving instructor." Everyone laughs. "No, I won't do that last one. I'm afraid of heights." You smile. "But the sky is the limit and I can do anything."

Your agent steps forward so you step back. She thanks everyone and escorts you back out of the press room and into the bustling hallway. "Can you take this?" You ask, turning to her and holding out the sculpture. She takes it hesitantly and you giggle. "I'll be right back. Promise."

She nods with a sigh and you escape down the hall and to the elevator bank. You fidget as you wait for it to arrive, and then you pace as it rises to the tenth floor. You're nervous but there's a newfound strength inside you from your win. You deserve to get what you want. And that means not being some man's stepping stone on his way to a trophy wife.

You knock on room 1012 and the door swings open to reveal Eddie. He steps back and sweeps his hand out for you to enter, so you do. Once he shuts the door, he walks up to you.

"Congrats on your award," he says.

"Thanks," you reply coolly.

He cocks his head, studying you. "What'd you mean at the end though?"

You stare at him. He seems genuine. "Nothing. It doesn't matter."

His eyebrows raise. "You sure?"

You play it out in your head: telling him everything you felt from the moment he kissed you, how it hurt when asked to keep it casual and hidden, how much like a lovesick fool you felt on the tour, how you sat by the phone and waited for him to call for an embarrassing amount of time, how you haven't been able to think about anything else but him and your time together since it started. That you fell for him, against your better judgement, despite your attempts not to. It would be so satisfying to see those words hit him, how his face would look when you told him a guy who never tried to hurt anyone hurt you badly without trying.

But that's not what you're here for. So you nod, with a fresh wave of confidence, and that's what makes you raise a hand and stop Eddie when he tries to step forward and kiss you.

"What's up?" He asks, confused.

"I'm not gonna do this anymore," you answer. It might be a whisper, but at least you've said it.

And at least he doesn't pretend to not know what you mean. "Why not?" It's not petulant, or annoyed, or upset, but straight.

"I deserve better." And your voice is a little stronger now. "I deserve not to be treated like a secret. I deserve someone who loves me back."

"Back?" Eddie echoes and you sigh inwardly.

"Slip of the tongue," you try to reason, but it's weak and he can see through it. He's always been able to see through you.

"Angel--"

"Not your angel anymore," you interrupt. "Or your sweetheart, or your princess. Not yours." You slowly turn and walk back to the door before looking back at him one last time. "I'm not sure I ever was."

Eddie opens his mouth but you can't bear to hear his reply. So you walk out of the room and down the hall, not stopping even when he calls your name desperately. He follows you but the elevator door closes on his face.

The elevator opens into the lobby and you rush out. You search for your agent, eventually finding her talking to a group of people. You wait impatiently for her to finish—you just wanna get your award and go home. Finally, she turns to you, but then the lights dim and she ushers you to your table and makes you sit with her. You try to protest but she shushes you as the host walks out. You sit in frustration as they crack more bad jokes and introduce the presenter.

"And so the Best New Album award." Fuck. "The nominees are..." As they list all the nominated artists, you try not to look when Corroded Coffin is announced and live video is projected on the big screen. But it's like your eyes are magnetized and you're jarred when you see that Eddie is looking at his lap blankly, not performing for the camera or jostling with his band members, completely unlike him.

The picture minimizes and the presenter opens their envelope. "And the winner is..." Everyone holds their breath, including you. "Corroded Coffin!"

The audience goes crazy, as does your agent and the band when their picture goes big again. Except for Eddie, who Gareth has to haul to his feet and push to the stage with them. He stumbles up the steps and stands in the back as Grant grabs the award and Jeff goes to the mic and starts thanking everyone in their orbit. You still stare at Eddie, who is blinking in the bright lights, looking lost. But when Jeff finishes and the presenter starts ushering them offstage, Eddie breaks from the pack and walks up to the mic.

"Um," he starts, voice echoing in the quieted room. "Hi. I'm not here to thank or praise anyone—Jeff already did all of that. I'm here to..." He takes a deep breath. "I'm here to talk to my angel."

You freeze.

He continues. "I could stand here and say I didn't mean it, and while it would be true, it wouldn't help. And I could say that I was a complete and utter asshole, which is also true, but has already been implied. Instead, what I am going to say this: you do deserve better.

"The truth is, I did want you to be mine. But I was scared, and I put up my walls, and I tried to protect myself. I didn't want to be hurt, and I hurt you in the process, and for that, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I treated you like a secret. I wish I could go back in time, to that night in room 1012 and stop myself from leaving, or to that next day and stop myself from asking what I did of you, or any day after that and make myself confess that I'm yours. I've been yours from the very beginning. I'm yours right now and probably always will be. I'm sorry I never told you and I'm sorry it took so long. But you deserve to know."

With that, he raises a hand and walks offstage. You stare at the space he'd been, trying to understand everything he'd said, but your agent is trying to gossip with you about it and it's making your skin crawl. So you stand and speed-walk away, towards backstage, no one even stoping you as you race after Corroded Coffin.

"Eddie!" You call out when you spot them, and he spins around. You don't slow down and slam into him, throwing your arms around him. He catches you, and after a few seconds of hesitation, holds you close.

"Oh, thank fuck," he breathes out.

You draw back and look at him. He has hope, anxiety, guilt, regret in his expression. "You love me?" You ask breathlessly.

He nods frantically. "I've loved you for so long, angel."

"But you were scared? Of me hurting you?"

He shakes his head just as furiously as he'd nodded. "Never of you. Of myself, of not being enough. I never deserved you, princess. That I know."

Now you shake your head. "You were everything I wanted. I just thought I couldn't have it."

"You have it. You've always had it." He swallows. "You've had all of me since we first met."

Finally, you smile. You feel over the moon, lighter than air, like you could float away if Eddie wasn't tethering you down to the ground. His face brightens in response, lit up from within, an incandescent glow. "I love you," you admit, and his ecstatic reaction makes your heart sing.

He kisses you, and it's just as perfect as it had always been, lips slotting against yours like they were made for each other. Like you were made for each other.

He parts and rests his forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry, baby. For it all."

"It's okay."

He shakes his head slightly. "Nah, I've got a lot to make up for."

"Well," you reply, leaning back, "if you say so."

He laughs, and it's the most perfect sound you've ever heard.

"I can't believe you remembered that room number," you murmur in amazement. "I didn't even realize."

"I remember it all, angel. That's how I know I have so much to grovel for." At his smirk, you giggle, and he breaks into a full smile.

"Can't wait to see how you make it better," you tease, sparkle in your eye. Eddie pulls you closer again.

"Me too," he admits, and you laugh with all the happiness in the world.

;

"How are y'all feeling tonight?" You shout, and the audience screams back at you in excitement. You laugh. "Good to hear! I'm feeling great!"

You're onstage, playing a show for your current international headlining tour. You've just sang the first two songs of the set, feeding off the crowd's high energy and bouncing around. There's a set of three guitars near the edge and your microphone is your favorite color and the lights are blinding in that way that makes you feel invincible. It doesn't hurt that the show, like most of the others on the tour, is sold out, and your fans are going crazy already.

"As you may know," you continue, "I went through some shit last year." There're a few boos that make you giggle. "It was a hard time, but I came out the other side. But you all know that. It was shown on live television!" Everyone screams again and you grin brightly. "That was wild, right? I was just as shocked as y'all."

"We love you!" Someone shrieks.

"I love you too!" You reply. "I couldn't have done any of this without all of y'all. And when a certain someone said they loved me at the MMAs, I couldn't have done it without him either. In fact, he inspired my latest album—the highs, the lows, the heartbreak, the happy ending. He and his band even collab'd with me on it, and volunteered to be featured on a couple of songs."

There's more screeching, like they know you're building to something.

"You all know who they are. Who isn't a fan of Corroded Coffin?" You laugh as the crowd agrees with you loudly. "I am, have been for a long time. They were very formative to my music and overall sound. Wouldn't it be amazing if they were here too?"

The crowd practically howls.

"This isn't a surprise anymore really, but I do love introducing it as one. So...oh my gosh!" You exclaim, staring offstage. "Who's this?"

Jeff, Grant, and Gareth all run out onstage and wave, and everyone goes wild. They each give you a quick hug before going to their instruments. You keep watching the wings, smile on your face, as finally, Eddie strolls out like the rockstar he is. He takes his time walking across, but he doesn't look at the crowd—he keeps his eyes on you only. You can't tear your gaze away.

When he eventually reaches you and grabs your hand, you turn to your audience. "Girls, gays, and theys, please welcome Corroded Coffin!" Their screams drown you out and you laugh, the delight of this moment never fading night after night.

Eddie squeezes your hand and you look at him. He leans in and kisses you. The crowd yells impossibly louder as he wraps his hands around your waist and dips you dramatically. You laugh in glee, breaking the kiss, and he stares at you with love.

Then he brings a mic to his mouth. "Y'all having a good time?" He's still looking at you as they answer him in screams. "Bet I'm having a better time, though. Only I get to kiss this goddess you all came to see."

You roll your eyes but you go all gooey inside. "Let's not make anyone jealous, baby. That's how this whole thing got started, you know."

"Mhm," he hums lowly. "And you look better every day since then."

"You big softie," you tease. Turning back to the crowd, you yell in fake-shock, "Did y'all know that rockstar and certified metalhead Eddie Munson is actually a huge cinnamon roll at heart?"

Eddie places a hand over your mouth. "Stop! You'll ruin my reputation!" He jokes. You lick his palm and he takes his hand away, giving you a grossed-out look. You smirk and blow him a kiss, which softens his expression.

"Y'all think we can get on with the show?" Grant asks, fondly exasperated.

"Hell yeah!" You answer.

Eddie pouts. "I guess."

You laugh and tug him close as Corroded Coffin explodes into the next song. Eddie leans over and says in your ear, "Ready, princess?'

You give him a fiery gaze. "Oh, I'm ready."

"Bring it on," he replies, and his wink sends you to the stars.

[hirazuki]

I have really enjoyed reading about your fic WIPs! Would you tell me something about or post snippets from 'At Any Cost', and 'resistance', please?

Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying!!! ♡

... neither of those is Tolkien, I'm afraid ^^; idk how interested you'll be in them or how much you know about these series, but here you go!

At Any Cost is a W.I.T.C.H. one-shot that's second in a canon-divergent series about what if, after obtaining Nerissa's seal, Phobos had simply split it back into its two original components, returning the Heart of Zamballa and only keeping the Heart of Meridian for himself, thus reclaiming the throne. I don't have too much written for this one unlike parts one and three that are almost complete lmao go figure

“I didn’t betray anyone,” he states. “I swore not to use Nerissa’s seal for myself, and I haven’t. I never said anything about the Heart of Meridian. I have kept my side of our bargain; will you keep yours?” Will hears Irma start to shout in protest and -- “I wasn’t talking to you.” His words are as rude as usual and his voice is as cold as ever, and he didn't even bother to look at the person he was addressing; his eyes have been trained on her this whole time. Will clenches her jaw and her fists, briefly, and then sighs. She is so damn tired. “Fine,” she relents. “However -- I’m coming with you to Meridian. In my capacity as leader of the Guardians of Kandrakar, I want to oversee the transfer of the throne to ensure it goes smoothly. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?” She throws Zambala’s pendant to Cornelia, along with a request to work on removing everyone from inside, as she walks -- stomps, more like -- towards Phobos and the portal he's opened. There is a loud, predictable cacophony -- objections to her going with him, objections to his claim; objections, all around. She barely hears it, over the beating of her heart and the pounding in her head, though her mouth makes automatic reassurances to everyone that she’ll be fine. “I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear,” Phobos replies, smirking, taking a mock bow and stepping aside. “After you.”

Resistance is a VLD fic set pre-series, which really only needs a firm hand of editing to be ready to post!

“Prince Lotor.” Lotor whirled around, drawing his blaster in one smooth move and pointing it at the source of the voice. His father’s information broker. “How did you find me?” he asked, weapon still trained on her. “Child’s play,” she replied. “If you really want to operate under the emperor’s radar, you’re going to have to do better.” Lotor frowned, ears flattening, the points of his teeth starting to show. “What do you want?” “For the moment? Safe harbor.” He cocked his head and raised a brow. “I’m on the run from the empire,” she said. “Oh, please,” he scoffed. “Do spare me the tales.” “It’s true,” she insisted, oddly calm for her predicament. “You are well beyond the reach of the Central Command Ship’s transmissions here, but if you pull up the logs on the fighter I flew in on, you will see there is a bounty on my head.” With a motion of a single hand, Lotor assigned one of the sentries in the room to go corroborate this information for him. He turned his attention back to her. “And what could you have possibly done to warrant that?” “I met with your father; spoke with him, even. The last time I’d seen him was when I had been a hopeful young recruit on Daibazaal and he visited the flight academy.” She shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “I’d heard rumors, of course; and had my own reservations about that witch that he's picked up.” Lotor slowly lowered his blaster until it hung loosely by his side, the surprise of being caught off-guard beginning to ebb away. “But with the planet’s destruction, the empire’s needs had me running mission after mission, far away from headquarters. My work required me to be constantly on the move, confirming my network, never having direct contact with the empire. I didn’t have much time to really think about what I was doing -- the empire needs quintessence on a massive scale, that much is certain -- until now,” she said, voice taking a hard edge. “I heard about the mining colony from one of my agents. I visited headquarters in person, uninvited. That is not the man I swore allegiance to.” Carefully, with painstakingly slow movements, she lowered her hood and removed her mask and looked him straight in the eye, chin raised. “I refused him and his witch any further services.” “You can’t honestly expect them to give up on hunting you,” Lotor replied, after taking a few moments to chew on her story. “You know too many of their empire’s secrets.” “Of course not. I’m a danger to them.” “And to me.” She smiled. “I don’t have to be.”

[chemical-killjoy]

Can you write an angsty fic with Thomas Raggi? Like him and the reader are together and fighting about something like Thomas is jealous, or he did something bad (but not cheating something that's lighter) and maybe they don't speak for days and the maneskin members are talking with them separately and they tell that both of them are not doing well and the and is all fluff!!! Thank you so much xx

I'm so sorry it's taken so long!! I've been going through some stuff recently so my writing is even less regular than normal lol. Anyway, thank you for the ask, i hope you like it! :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Thomas Raggi x Reader

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I'm sorry if it's kinda crappy, I haven't really edited as I'm so tired :)

“She was flirting with you!” You cried, watching your boyfriend's exasperation grow with the fight you were currently having.

“That's not my fault!” Thomas screamed back as you stalked out of the kitchen to the living room, hair flying behind you in a wild rage.

It had been a long, tough night, but the kicker was the sight in front of you when you were early to meet your boyfriend after an interview; Thomas, leaning in, laughing, hand on this girl's shoulder, with the interviewer's hand on his thigh. Thomas said something you didn't hear, still smiling, and rubbed then tapped the hand the interviewer had on him, in an attempt to get her hand off without seeming rude.

“No, no you were flirting back,” you replied accusingly, full of venom.

“I can't deal with your jealous bullshit right now,” Thomas said, bringing his hands down from his head fast, putting as much meaning into the gesture as the words.

“Or is it just that you can't deal with me?” you whirled around to face him, voice icy and lowered. “Because you're not denying flirting with her.”

“You know that's not what I'm saying.” Thomas replied, equally icy in tone.

“Then what are you saying?”

“Don't do this.” Thomas said softly.

“Right. 'Course. You know, I've had enough,” You said, grabbing your handbag. “Come find me when you know what you wanna say.”

The door was slammed shut.

It had been a few days since you and the guitarist had spoken to each other, too caught up in your own feelings to stop and consider the truth: that you were just scared to lose each other.

You sighed once more, swirling the spoon in your steaming mocha.

Vic groaned.

“Ugh, come on!” Vic groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes at you. “It has been days since you spoke to him! Why can't you just say, 'hey, I still love you, asshole' and break the ice already?”

“Because he needs to apologise first! He was basically cheating on me, Vic!”

“Honey, don't you think you're being just a little bit jealous?” Vic asked, one eyebrow raised.

Your face flushed as you turned away from your best friend. “No.” You grumbled into your shoulder.

“I'm sorry, what was that?” She leaned closer.

“OK, OK, fine! So maybe I got jealous. Maybe I got worried because some sexy interviewer had her hand on my boyfriend's thigh. Maybe I get worried that I'm not exciting enough and he'll get bored of me. Maybe I get worried that he'll rock and roll himself away from me.”

Vic snorted at your only semi-intentional pun.

“I'm serious!” you said, though giggled a little too. “He could have anyone, they just throw themselves at him. And he wasn't stopping her.”

“How do you know know that.” Vic asked gently.

“He put his hand on hers.”

“And then?”

You opened and closed your mouth multiple times, a fish out of water.

“And then I walked away! He rubbed her hand and patted it and I couldn't bare it anymore! I- I couldn't stand the thought of seeing if he kissed her.”

“You know he would never do that.” Vic shook her head.

“Then why didn't he say so?” You looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Because maybe he was scared you wouldn't believe him, and he doesn't want to lose you either.”

You didn't know it, but half an hour away Thomas and Damiano were having a very similar conversation.

“What if it's all too much for her? I can't control other people's actions, but I don't want to get mad at interviewers and damage our band.”

“Thomas. Amore mio,” Damiano wiggled his eyebrows, earning him a small chuckle, “If somebody is doing something inappropriate and you are uncomfortable, you can tell them to fuck off. Go to hell. Whatever you want. The fans aren't going to leave because you stood up for yourself.”

“What about Y/N? How do I know she'll believe me?”

“Trust,” Damiano emphasised the word with a jut of his chin, then held Thomas' head in both hands and looked him deep in the eyes. “You love her, yes?”

Thomas nodded.

“And she loves you, no?”

Another nod.

“Then you have to trust that she'll believe you. She's probably just scared of losing you.”

“What if I'm the one that's scared of losing her? Being too much? I know she gets jealous, she's been hurt before.” Thomas looked away from Damiano.

“If it's love, you'll never be too much. And she'll never be too little. Now,” Damiano gave a gentle slap to Thomas' shoulder, “grow some balls and talk to her! This silence is silly.”

“You're right. Even if I stay mad, I shouldn't stay silent.” You told Vic, pulling out your phone. Just as you did, it buzzed.

Thomas.

Speak of the devil! Your face lit up.

“Oh that was so Thomas, huh?” Vic questioned. You didn't respond, reading the text too fast.

I'm sorry I hurt you, Y/N. Will you see me and let me explain? Xx

Of course, you write back.

The next day, Thomas was at your house, with your favourite chocolate and flowers.

“Thomas!” You gasped, seeing the arrangement. “Thank you,” you said, hugging him with such force he jolted.

“It's just some flowers and chocolate, Y/N/N.” Thomas said with a small laugh.

“Yeah, but also thank you for texting first. Sorry, I shouldn't have given you the silent treatment, it was childish.” You said, guilty face and red cheeks.

“Takes two, my love. I'm sorry too.” Thomas walked inside, and turned around. “There's something I want to tell you.” He had your full attention.

“Yes?” You replied too fast, full of hope.

“I love you. You know that. And I will never tire of you. I will never replace you, nor could I even think of it. Just thinking about your smile makes me smile! I swear, you'll never lose me.... That is, if you'll still have me?” You opened your mouth to talk but he kept on rambling. “And nothing happened, with me and... the reporter,” Thomas said, forgetting her name. “Frankly, I was getting uncomfortable, and ended up faking another appointment to get away from her.”

“Oh honey, why didn't you tell me?” you asked, with a surprised laugh.

“Because I was scared you wouldn't believe me.”

“I'm so sorry, I never meant for you to feel like that. I will always believe you. I trust you with my whole heart. I love you. And you won't get rid of me so easily,” you pulled a face, “even if I get a bit pissy.”

With a small laugh, Thomas draw you in by the waist, and looked at you lovingly before brushing a small lock of hair from behind your face.

“There you are, my light.” And with that his lips met yours, and all was as it should be.

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The Art of Etiquette Part 7 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Going gown shopping is proving to be a bit more difficult than you had expected and Jungkook doesn't make it any easier Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 4.7k~ Warnings: I don't think there's any need for warnings but so much teasinggg a/n: Sorry this too so long to get out 😭 I've lost motivation to write these days so it's been taking a bit longer for me to get chapters out but I hope you guys like it! p.s. kinda sorta edited lol I just wanted to get it out already Start from the beginning

After talking to Jesse last night about everything that happened between Jungkook and I, I've been even more confused than I was to begin with.

"HE KISSED YOU?!?!" Jesse yells into the phone making me cringe as I pull it away to save my hearing but ultimately fail. 

"I don't know, kind of but not really. He leaned in and kissed my cheek but his lips did brush up against the side of my mouth so I don't know. I'm just so confused because at the start I thought he hated me. He was rude and demanding and always tried to intimidate me. I will admit that it worked sometimes but I just never know what he actually wants from me" I complain while switching to my airpods so I can walk around my room and talk to him while looking for an outfit. 

"I think you're over thinking things. I think it all comes down to the fact that he found you challenging at first so that might've been why you thought that he hated you" he explains. 

"Challenging? What's that supposed to mean?" I question, flipping through the clothes in my closet, struggling to find something that's comfortable but not too casual, easy to take off so it makes trying on dresses a bit easier but doesn't make me look like I didn't put in any effort. You would think I was getting dressed for a first date or something based off the existential crisis I seem to be having. 

"He probably thought you were some bratty rich kid that needed a real push to break out of that mold. I bet he's had to deal with a lot of divas in his time. Don't take it personally though, I'm sure that he just goes into those first few lessons with that mindset and then loosens up a bit as you go along. Or at least that's what I would think based off of what you've told me" he explains. 

"You're probably right" I agree while trying to choose between two colors of what sweater to wear. "Pink or Blue?" I question and without hesitation he chooses pink. "What did you end up putting together?" he asks, eager to know what I've settled on. 

"Pink sweater, white skirt with nude colored leggings and some white boots. Oh and I'm pairing it with the white pea coat James got for me last Christmas" I relay, going through the outfit in my head, leaving everything on their hangers so I won't have to worry about too many wrinkles tomorrow.     

"Why are you dressing so...girly? I mean you're a girl obviously but I figured you would go with something a little more...black" he chuckles, thinking about my usual choice in attire. 

"Jungkook would send me back upstairs to change before he would take me somewhere dressed in all black clothing. He wants me to remember to dress like a lady so I might as well go into it right off the bat so I can avoid another scolding. Plus I figured a skirt would be a lot easier to take off and put back on again since I'll be trying on a few dresses" I say while finally getting myself ready for bed.

"Fair enough. If I were you though I would tell him that the only way I'm taking these clothes off is if you take them off of me if he had a problem with your outfit" he teases, making me roll my eyes at him, amused but embarrassed by his nonsense. "Jesse he's my teacher" I point out for the millionth time, hoping to get him to back off but I know it's pointless. 

"As much as you would like me to jump his bones I need to remember the purpose of our relationship. I don't want to cause James any trouble with messing around with him. I could just see the headlines, 'CEO's step daughter sleeps with her etiquette teacher', I do not  want to have to deal with the backlash from my mother either. If something were to happen between us it could ruin his reputation, making people think that he sleeps with all of his students. Plus who knows, he could've slept with his past students based off of how forward he has been with me" I say while throwing myself onto my bed and staring up at the ceiling. 

"He may be an adonis but I don't think he's the type of guy that would do that. Like he's an etiquette teacher girl, if he was to have had a scandal with a student in the past I'm sure it would've come out by now" he reasons with me and I hum in acknowledgement. 

"I guess you're right" I mumble and soon wrap up our call so I can get some 'Proper beauty sleep' according to Jesse but for the life of me I can't sleep a wink. With all of these questions spinning round and round in my head I just can't seem to ease my mind until I'm jolted awake by my alarm. 

'I guess I was able to sleep a bit' I think to myself before jumping into the shower and rushing to get ready. This'll be the first time Jungkook has seen me bright and early in the morning and not run down after a long day at school so I guess it's best if I make a good impression. 

After putting on my lip gloss to complete the look I'm met with my mother barging into my room. "You do know that Mr. Jeon is going to be here soon and oh-!" she nags quickly spewing out her speech before finally taking a look at me. 

"Look at you! I guess you really are my daughter!" she says while walking over to my mirror to stand behind me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I say crossing my arms and giving her an unamused look through the reflection. 

"It means that you look very beautiful and you're showing off your femininity and assets very well" she says referring to the shorter skirt that she hasn't ever seen me wear before. "Very funny mom now can you please leave so I can finish getting ready?" I ask, shooing her away so I can get her out of my hair, literally since she had started running her fingers through it from the back. 

"Okay okay I'm going. Would you like me to let you know when he's pulling up outside?" she asks and I nod my head and at that she's off to no doubt stand and wait for the first glimpse of him by the door. 'She's more obsessed with that man than Jesse is' I mumble to myself and quickly slip on my boots and take another look at myself before I hear my mother yelling for me to come downstairs.

I open my bedroom door and hear that Jungkook is already somehow inside the house and speaking to my mother when I had anticipated for him to just wait for me by his car. "Oh good you're here! Hurry along I heard you have a very long day ahead of you so behave yourself and do exactly as he says" she lists off and I don't bother giving her an answer. 

"Don't worry Mrs. Hart, I know she's a good girl" Jungkook shamelessly responds for me. My eyes bug out and I watch the amused look spread across his face but it's gone in a flash when my mother turns her attention back to him. "Shouldn't we get going? I know how much you hate being late and I'm sure she's waiting for us already" I say in regards to the modiste that we have an appointment with. 

"Oh yes, I'm sorry I'm holding you up. Have a good day both of you and I'll see you later tonight" she says with a smile while opening the door for us. "Oh I don't think it'll take that lo-" "I won't keep her out too late" Jungkook jumps in and I shut my mouth at his response, knowing I really have no say in the matter but also losing my wording when he places his hand on my waist to guide me over to the car. 

Walking over towards it I realize that he's switched from a four seater car to a two seater and I can't help but wonder if his motives were to not give me any other choice but to sit next to him. "I didn't realize you had another car" I say while he opens the door for me and I sit down and almost squeak at the feeling of the seats sinking down a lot lower than expected and he smirks at my reaction. 

"I have a few but I tend to take this one out every once in a while since it does best on longer trips" he informs before shutting the door for me. I nod my head while he walks around the car and gets in a lot more gracefully than I had which makes me roll my eyes and turn my face away from him. 

"Here" he says handing me an iced coffee "Oh thank you but I don't drink coffee, it makes me anxious" I say politely rejecting. "I know, Matthew told me so I got you a chai latte since to his knowledge, tends to be your favorite" he says. I thank him and receive it with both hands, my cheeks showing a dusting of pink at the thought that again he bothered to make sure he got me something that I would like. He even got me an iced one since I like those better even when it's cold outside. 

I take a couple of sips as he pulls out of the driveway and onto the street before taking notice that I had forgotten something. "Mr. Jeon I'm sorry but do you think we could turn back around? I forgot to grab my coat" I admit, cringing at the thought of inconveniencing him and messing up the schedule for today. 

"It's alright, you can just borrow mine" he says with a slight smile, no hint of irritation or condescension. "But I don't want you to be cold I-" "Y/n it's fine, I don't mind. If anything we can get you another coat once we go looking for the shoes to match your dress" he says and relaxes into his seat. 

His left hand on the wheel with his right placed on his lap where I notice that he's spreading his legs a bit further than I've seen him do before, making me gulp at the sight and turn my face away from him. 

"Is that alright with you?" he questions, making me look back over at him. "What?" I ask, not sure if I had lost track of the conversation or not. "Do you feel comfortable borrowing my jacket or should we turn back around?" he questions glancing over at me. 

"Only if you're sure" I say, wanting to give him the option to change his mind. "If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have offered. I'm asking if you're alright with it" he says and I reply simply saying yes but that's not good enough for him.

"Yes what y/n? I thought we had agreed upon using our words" he taunts and my breath hitches at the fist sign of his flirtatious attitude for the day. "Yes Mr. Jeon, I would feel comfortable borrowing your jacket" I say but he presses further. "I thought we had agreed on being more informal with each other as well" he teases and I look over at  him with a confused face as to why it would make a difference for him.

"Say my name" he says darkly causing a fluttering sensation to bloom in my stomach. "I-, what?" I stutter, not expecting this sort of behavior from him this early in the morning. 

"Say. My. Name. Or would you rather us go back to addressing each other formally?" he questions while he stops at a red light and cocks his brow at me. "Yes Jungkook, thank you for letting me borrow your jacket" I say quietly after a pause, my brain not being awake enough to come up with any smart remarks.

He smiles at that and focuses back on the road and offers me the aux to play some music since the drive is so far. "Try not to fall asleep on me again like last time. Wouldn't want to have to clean the drool off your face again" he teases while holding the chord up for me and making our hands touch since he doesn't seem to want to let go right away. 

I bring my hand down to plug my phone in and he lets his follow mine, keeping them connected for a second, letting his warm hand rest on my thigh before bringing it back towards himself and placing it back on his lap. I clear my throat to get my bearings again and quickly plug it in and play some low fi music which gets him to glance over at me again. 

"What? You don't like it?" I question feeling insecure about my choice since I don't really know what his taste in music is. Unless it's just the ballroom music that we've been dancing to for weeks now but I highly doubt that. 

"No, I do. I'm just sure that a playlist like this one would be the exact thing that would put you to sleep" he says with a crooked smile. "Well I just wasn't sure what you would like and so I figured low fi would be a safe choice" I explain and see that he's still smiling.

 "What?" I question and he glances over at me, making me suspicious of him and all of his reactions. "It's just cute that you put thought into choosing something that you thought I might like as well" he says with a lilt in his voice. 

"I just wanted both of us to enjoy the music that's all" I say, crossing my arms over my chest as a defense mechanism to hide the fact that he's made my heart rate pick up with his simple words. "And that's what I found cute about it" he says, rubbing it in since he can clearly see that it's making me shy. 

"You know, you can be quite irritating sometimes right?" I say as a way to defend myself and make him stop teasing me. "Who me? Am I not allowed to compliment a pretty girl for acting cute?" he plays coy and before I'm able to respond he corrects himself. "Excuse me, a beautiful woman from acting kindly towards me" he finishes and I can't seem to come up with any response to it so instead I choose to angle my body away from him and look out the window. 

"You can put on something you like instead. I tend to enjoy all genres of music" he says, reeling in the teasing and giving me a break thankfully. I in spite, choose to go with one of my angsty playlists full of artists like Simple Plan, Blink 182 and Linkin Park, thinking that it would be something he wouldn't enjoy but to my surprise I catch him drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat. 

As the playlist shuffles through the songs I catch him singing along to the opening of Bring Me to Life by Evanescence and it's then when I turn my body to face him again. "You know this song?" I question, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You didn't think that you were the only one who had their emo phase did you?" he laughs and again I'm given another reason to see him in another light. 

As the song progresses we end up doing the call and response of it, with him settling on the guy's part and myself on the girl's and somehow it all just clicks. It's as if we were just two friends on a roadtrip together and it feels, nice? Right? I don't know but it's as if we'd known each other for our whole lives.

There's a comfortable silence once the song comes to a close and we both glance at each other a few moments later and laugh it off. "You weren't kidding when you said you had an emo phase" I tease and he laughs in response. 

"We promised to be honest with each other have we not?" he chuckles after calming down a bit with me, wiping away the few tears that had fallen in the midst of my laughter. "You're right, we have" I respond and again we settle into a comfortable silence before he asks me a question to keep me talking. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" he questions, glancing over at me before turning his attention back towards the road. "I mean there's not much to tell" I say, not having anything in particular stick out to me but he unsurprisingly presses nonetheless.

"There must be something going on in that pretty little head of yours" he teases I take in a sharp breath, his compliments always catching me off guard. "Why do you always compliment me and tease me like that?" I say quickly without giving my brain a second to stop me. "Tease you like what?" he asks with a huge smile, not expecting me to just come out and say it. 

"Why do you do that Jungkook?" I ask, using his first name to show him I'm serious about this question. "Do you not like it when I compliment you?" he deflects. "Answer the question Jungkook" I reiterate since he doesn't have a care in the world at this point. 

"Because you're beautiful" he admits as if it would have no effect on me. "I-" "What? You expect me to spend this much time with you and not come to notice how beautiful you are?" he asks, looking over at me as we reach a stop light. I sit there without an answer, not knowing whether I should acknowledge his words or just brush them off. 

We had agreed to be less formal with each other but did he think that was a green light to trying to pursue me? I've gotta talk to Jesse about this. 

"Looks like we made it just in time" he states a few minutes later as we pull up to the modiste, seeing that the kind woman that had helped us out before waving at us through the window. 

"You ready?" he asks, scaring me at the sudden concern in his voice. "You're scaring me" I laugh off and watch as he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door for me.

"Let's just say it's going to be a long day" he explains, holding his hand out for me to take and I graciously do. Seeing how low these seats sink down I would probably make a fool out of myself if I were to try and get out on my own. 

Once I stand up I stumble a bit and lose my footing leaving me bracing myself on his chest, my hands pressed firmly against his pectorals but I push off of them once I feel them flex under his incredibly tailored dress shirt and again lose my balance but he pulls me in close by the waist before I can manage to tumble back down into the car. 

"You alright?" he smirks with his hand still firmly against my waist and his hand pressed against the car behind me, placing us in a similar position we had been in just last night. "I'm fine" I say after clearing my throat and placing my hand on top of the one he has on my waist as a way to request for him to let me go. 

"Hey, are we okay?" He asks, tilting his head to meet my downward turned gaze. "Why wouldn't we be?" I question, felling on fire being this close to him. "I just hope I haven't made you feel uncomfortable. I really do think you're beautiful" he says, placing a hand on my cheek and bringing my chin up to face him. 

"Can we talk about this later? She's watching" I ask, nodding toward the dressmaker inside who is clearly enjoying the show. "I don't mind, I just want to make sure that we're okay" he says, deepening his gaze if even possible and I just nod and utter a quick yes before slipping out of his grasp and speed walking to the door. 

He braces both of his hands on the roof on the car I had just been leaning against and lets out a dry chuckle before pushing off and closing the door, catching the last glimpse of me scurrying into the shop. 'Cute' is the only word that comes to mind for him at our whole exchange and my reactions to it all and it would continue to be his reaction throughout the whole day as he watches me try to find the perfect dress. 

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"Welcome back dearie" she greets me with a knowing smile, not even bothering to pretend she hadn't seen everything that transpired between Jungkook and I. "Good to see you again" I say, meeting her with a shy smile, hoping she won't address the topic, or at least with Jungkook right on my heels. 

"I'm sorry ma'am in all of the excitement from the first time I had been here I never managed to catch your name" I say, scolding myself for forgetting to even ask. "You can call me Genevieve dear. And remember, I said you could lose the formality with me, especially since I would love to have some girl talk with you about Mr. Jeon" she teases with a wink and before I'm able to protest she's already greeting Jungkook right behind me.

"Mr. Jeon how lovely to see you again. I see you've both become better acquainted with each other since the last time you were here" she says, stopping Jungkook in his tracks and leaving me clearing my throat and awkwardly requesting that we get started. 

I glance back at Jungkook and see how the tips of his ears have turned red, not having expected her to come right out with it but it makes me smile nonetheless, seeing once again that I'm not the only one that gets shy in this dynamic we have going. 

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After trying on dress after dress after dress we can't seem to find the right one. "What about the dress you picked out when we first came here? That one won't work for this event?" I yell to Jungkook from behind the curtain as Genevieve helps me out of what feels like the hundredth dress. 

"It doesn't fit the season nor the occasion. Just try on a few more and if we can't find one we can look through the catalogue and order one and come back for a fitting later on this week" he responds without a care. 

"It'll be a bit of a tight squeeze in terms of time if we were to do it that way though" she warns me as she zips up the next dress and before I can even take ten steps out of the dressing room Jungkook has already disapproved of it.

"You don't like this one?" I question looking down at it, but then after having seen it in a different lighting realize that I hate it too. "You really want to ask me that question again?" he cocks a brow at me. I let out a sigh and my whole demeanor droops as I walk back into the dressing room. 

"Hey" Jungkook says, walking up on me before I'm even able to close the curtain. "Don't scare me like that" I say, placing a hand over my chest as an automatic response. "Why don't we take a break? There's an Indian restaurant down the street from here so we can have lunch and then come back. That sound alright to you?" he asks and chuckles at seeing my face light up at the idea.

"I'll take that as a yes" he says with a smug smile. "Can you help me get out of this? Genevieve had a hard time with the zipper so I think her hands might be getting a little tired of doing this" I ask, turning my back to him and giving a perfectly innocent excuse as to why I'm seeking his help but I can see his amused smile in the small mirror that he doesn't seem to notice that's placed right in front of me.

"Of course Pretty" he smiles and he takes his time dragging the zipper down and his brows shoot up at the realization that I'm not wearing a bra with this dress and once he's finished he runs his finger along my spine, seeing a slight red mark from the constant rub of the zippers of multiple dresses and I see his brows draw together at the realization.

"Let's get you out of here. We can come back another day to continue but I think you've had enough" he says running his finger along the line once more, causing a shiver that I had been trying to hold back to run up my spine but at his concern for the slight marks the dresses had left on my skin he decides to ignore it.

"It's okay, let's go eat and once we're done I'll try on a few more. I feel like the both of us will be able to think a bit straighter on a full stomach. Don't you think?" I ask, turning around to face him with one arm placed over my chest to hold up the dress being the only space between him and my bare skin. 

"If that's what you want" he says, his eyes tracing the slight bit of bare skin he's able to see on my chest and up to my eyes. "I'll just ask her to get a few more dresses ready for us while we're gone" he says and tells me through the curtain minutes later that he'll meet me outside. 

"You're a sly one love" Genevieve says as I come out of the dressing room fully clothed. "What makes you say that?" I question, tilting my head in confusion. "You knew I was coming back in a few seconds but asked him to unzip the dress for you anyway" she says and I widen my eyes, surprised that she has seen that exchange. "Nothing goes on in this shop without me knowing love" she chuckles at my reaction and gives me a little jar of salve. 

"What's this?" I question curiously, turning the jar over in my hands. "Mr. Jeon noticed the red marks the dresses left on your back and got worried so he asked me if I had anything that might with that" she says giving me a quick wink. "Now hurry along love and I'll see you soon" she says ushering me out and watching as I walk up to Jungkook leaning against my side of the car and looking up when he hears me coming. 

"You sure you want to come back today? I can ask her to schedule another day for us to come back" he says, still leaning against the car with his arms now crossed over his chest and observing my form to see any signs of discomfort but the only thing that has me nervous are his wandering eyes.

"I'm fine Jungkook I promise" I say while looking down and pulling on the sleeve on my sweater in an effort to warm up my hands a bit and shield them from the cold. He hooks his finger under my chin and brings my eyes up to him and studies my features before making the decision that I'm still up for the task. 

"Okay" he agrees, caressing my face for a second before using that same hand and places it on my waist and turns to open the car door and helps me in again. He places his coat over my lap, noticing that I'm shivering. I murmur a quick thank you before he closes the door, going around the car to get to the driver's side, waving at Genevieve before getting in the car as well. 

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Hello!! May I request smth? Maybe a one-shot, a Toya x s/o (I prefer a male if isn't a problem!) Playing at the arcade? Kinda cute, this idea just emerged on my mind! If you don't want to write it no problem!

Hope you're having a good day! I'm happy that new pjsekai writing blogs are coming!

Sure! Just something I'll have to let you know. I did try to make it a male reader but I couldn't seem to squeeze anything that could even hint that the reader is male so I decided to make it gender-neutral instead. I'm really sorry 🥲

Notes: Gender-neutral reader

Style: Bullets/hcs

Toya X Reader at Arcade!

You had always known Toya was good at arcade games. He always seemed to spend his free time there, it was natural that he would be, however, you didn't realise just how good he was until today.

You decided to stop by the arcade in hopes of running into him and possibly being able to hang out. Recently, there had been some subtle feelings growing between the two of you (they weren't subtle at all 😀), it was sort of embarrassing though, if your friends were to find out they would tease you relentlessly (they already know 😀).

You felt slightly let down when you realised he wasn't here, regardless, that didn't stop you from enjoying the games. You had made a couple friends while playing a few fighting games you were familiar with and quickly rose to the top, becoming known as the champion. You were unbeaten.

To be honest, all of your opponents were... pretty bad. Some guy managed to blow himself up (how?)

"Any more contenders?" you asked. You had a winning streak of 19, you would only need one more win to get to 20 and then you would end for the day, you had a curfew.

There was a silence. It seemed like everyone had already given it a go until- "I'll play," you heard someone say from behind you. It was a voice you recognised, a quiet, calm one; turning around, you saw that it was none other than Toya Aoyagi himself. You were done for- but also really happy that he was here.

"Oh hey, Toya! Nice to see you here," you grinned. "Hey," he smiled, "mind if I play?".

You thought for a second. You would undoubtedly lose your streak if you let him play but on the other hand, you would get to spend more time with him if you let him. A tricky decision indeed- but then you realised that you couldn't exactly say no; it would be rude 😕. Besides, even if he went against you there's still a chance you could win, he can't be that good, can he?

You were wrong. He was that good. You were dead within seconds.

"Wow," you breathed out, not knowing what to say, "you're really good at this." Toya nodded, "Thanks. Wanna go for another round?"

"I totally would if I could," you sighed, "I have a curfew, my parents would kill me if I was la-..." your eyes fell onto a claw machine, but not just any claw machine. This claw machine had something very valuable inside it, a limited edition (favourite fictional character) plush. You wondered if it would take up too much time to try and win it, but then again... (favourite fictional character) was worth the risk of getting grounded.

"Umm, I'm going to try and get something from that machine and then I'll get going, Toya," you said, slipping a coin into the small slot at the bottom. "Got it, it was nice seeing you, (name)," he replied with a smile before walking to another arcade machine.

20 minutes later...

You were about to commit a felony. You had wasted 2000 yen and were still yet to win that damned plushie. How long was this going to take exactly? You had to get home soon.

"Still struggling?" you heard Toya say from behind you. "Yeah, would you mind helping me out? I'll pay."

He nodded, "Sure, I don't mind."

Wow. There was no denying that Toya was definitely efficient when it came to these kinds of things, no doubt about that. It only took him one try.

"Here you go," he handed the plush to you. "Thanks," you mumbled, pretty much awestruck by his skills. "I guess you'll be off now?" he asked. You gave a nod. "Y'know, you're really good at fighting games, you should come here more often," Toya suggested, "it would be a lot more fun around here."

You laughed, "you think so?".

"Definitely," a faint smile growing on his face, "I'll see you later, (name)". You waved at each other as you took your leave. What a day that was. You were definitely telling (favourite fictional character) about this on character.ai.

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MM Feedback Shared

(for those who wanted me to share the MM feedback, here we are!)

Thank you to everyone who shared feedback with me, really great stuff in here that I've taken notes and and will work to incorporate in the future edits of MM! 💙💙

Anon Feedback 1: MM feedback here☺️ it feel rude to me to like give you feedback because who am I but i sending one in because I love you and want to read a book from you😍 My absolute favourite scenes are the ones in the gallery, it’s so fucking beautiful and a perfect turning point in the story. Another thing that I think someone already mentioned, I think there needs to be like more scene of Azriel with case and Rhys so it can like build his character more and we can connect to him even more than we did! Love you!! Thank you for giving us place for giving you feedback and not like getting mad about it ❤️

Not rude at all! Especially because I asked for feedback! YES, LOVE LOVE LOVE the gallery scene, will def be keeping that around for the book and maybe brushing it up a little. I agree, more friendship things with Rhys and Cass, got it! Thank you for the feedback!! 💙

Anon Feedback 2: Following Midnight Muse feedback First of all I just wanted to say that I loved the series with my whole heart, I probably read every chapter less than five minutes after it’s release and ATE it up every single time. The only thing that felt somewhat off to me was the pacing, especially toward the end of the series. You did such a good job of making them dislike each other that it felt like they got together a bit too quickly and worked out all their issues a little too perfectly. I feel like for the final product I would have reader and Az apologize to each other a little earlier on the grounds of doing better for their friends. Maybe even have someone from the friend group make a bigger deal of the strain this war, about what in the grand scheme of things is not a big deal, is doing to their friendship as a whole. Similar to what Rhys did with Az. After that I would have things like the ride home scene little moments of them trying their best to find a common ground. Have them, begrudgingly, realize that they actually do kind of enjoy each other’s presence. After a tentative peace is managed THEN have them go to the gallery etc etc. You could even put in some healthy arguments, two people who were constantly at each others throats for months won’t suddenly agree on everything immediately just because they like each other, if you would like i personally would’ve liked to have seen them argue and then be like “we need to step away and rehash this calmer”. Also this is a side note, I would’ve liked to have seen Az actually give reader the tattoo. I liked the choice to have it at the end but personally I was waiting for it all series and was a bit sad we didn’t get to read about it but maybe that was just me. Ik once it’s a book you’ll have more time to further flesh out things, and I truly did LOVE reading along. You’re a fantastic writer and I hope this doesn’t come across as overly critical bc that is not my intent. Looking forward to what this project will become ❤️

Good call, I will def work on the pacing. I think I felt a bit rushed and also I was like like how do I write them together when all I know is to write them disliking each other 😅 that was definitely tough for me so i will work on that! Everything you said is such great feedback, thank you so so much for sending me your thoughts! I'm excited to work on it some more and hopefully put out a great piece of work!

Anon Feedback 3: I think if you're looking to publish MM, it needs more of a plot - and I don't mean that in a bad way. I just feel like there weren't really any stakes besides the main characters getting together. You had interesting ideas, like introducing the father as a potential problem, but that didn't really go anywhrre. You could really dig into your MMC overcoming his trauma, however that looks in a published version, and the FMC overcoming her insecurity - which was kind of hinted at but never explored and when it was resolved, I felt like it didn't really...matter much. Like it wasn't relevant as much to the plot? I would encourage you to explore more, dig deeper, figure out a problem or two for them to overcome. As fanfic, I really liked it, for whatever that's worth.

I totally agree with you. I mentioned her imposter syndrome but it was definitely something backseat to their relationship. Will def be fixing that and brining in their family dynamics as well. Thanks!

Anon Feedback 4: ahh it’s my first time sending one of these i’m nervous😬😬(response to this) but OH MY GOD i ADOREDDD midnight muse, i very rarely read series when i read on here but i honestly used to refresh your blog nearly every day looking forward to new chapters your writing is honestly amazing, if you go ahead with this and release it as a book im going to end up with about 10 copies honestly😭😭🤍– it’s very very hard to think of criticisms of this series because of how much i honestly adored it, but if it had to have any id ask for maybe more detail regarding azriel’s family and what exactly happened with his dad buying the apartments, and everyone’s reactions to that. i honestly think you should ofc do what you love with it, judging by the fact you’re making it into a book and also as a reader, i feel like you can really tell that it was something you enjoyed to write and i feel like that made it even more special to read ??? id love to see that come through in the book so please don’t make any changes that you’re not going to enjoy writing🤍🤍and also the whole few parts where he takes her to the art gallery and she sees all of his drawings was just so unbelievably perfect i’d love it if you could keep that the same – overall it was an AMAZING read, if midnight muse has one fan it is me if it has none i am dead, if you turn this into a book i just know it would be so special i hope this was helpful and thank you for being an amazing author !!!🤍🤍🤍

First of all, thank you so so much for the support! It was so much fun and I was with the rest of you, anticipating the next part as if I wasn't the one writing it lol. Yeah, I thought of his dad being a more of a problem later on and it definitely shows, so I will be working on that more during the rewrite process. very excited to explore their personal lives more! This was very helpful, thank you so much for sending me feedback!! 💙

Anon Feedback 5: Hi! I loved Midnight Muse and started reading it when you first posted so my feedback might actually not be amazing for the earlier chapters but I defo agree with the father/az comment on your post and I'm sure your plan is to expand on Cassian/Lucien's personal issues but that would be welcomed as well I think!! Also - and this is a very personal note, but maybe you could make the Az/Reader storyline extend a bit (maybe utilising the father storyline to make it go up and down again) I always love reading about characters' romances after they get together properly as I'm a sucker for an established relationship fic (which is why I like to read fan fictions when books end too soon for my liking😂) Regardless - even if you made zero changes the book would be amazing because I genuinely really loved it!

For sure for az's family relationships, those will be flsuhed out and explored more. For cass and luc I was trying to allude/create anticipation for their own stories because in my ideal world it would be a four book series haha ("az," "rhys," "cass," and then "luc"), but i can definitely work on those more, give them better structure and not keep everything super secret for them! Ugh, i know, i could've written so much more for them too, so obsessed with this. thank you for the feedback, i really appreciate it!

Anon Feedback 6: With the midnight muse feedback personally I found their relationship a bit faked if that makes sense? I feel like he just asked her out and then suddenly it was like they knew eachother forever. Almost like you were rushing their relationship? At points I was like mate you don’t know eachother but other than that it was pretty good and I loved it!

Yeah, this is for sure good feedback to have. their relationship really did do a 180 in the span of a chapter, so i will work on them gradually finding middle ground and then having their feelings come across more natural! Thank you!!

Thank you so much to everyone who sent feedback!! I really appreciate you all so much!! 💙💙