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angeldcgs · 3 months ago

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"are you surprised?" most people were, seeing as the typical image of a divorcee was that of a bitter middle aged woman. such a fun-loving, seemingly youthful woman like val didn't fit the bill, but, then again, she wasn't exactly divorced, either. formerly married was more accurate, and no one needed to know any more details than that. his reaction wasn't uncommon, and it didn't bother her— if anything, she found it cute just how taken aback he was, as if he couldn't fathom her being in a relationship that ended so poorly, or not being in a relationship at all. "it's alright, i don't mind talking about it... i got married really young," she explained, unable to hold back the faint smile as she recalled the memory of her former life. as tumultuous as their marriage had been, and as tragically as it ended, she couldn't help but maintain a fondness for her husband, in some strange way. time had dulled the pain, and while it wasn't an experience she ever wanted to repeat, their happy beginnings still lived on just as bright in her memory as all the turbulent times that followed. "which i wouldn't recommend, by the way! being single is way more fun." more fun than being married to her former husband, but there were things she missed about being in a committed relationship, too. mainly the simple comfort of companionship; having someone around at all times, someone to share in both her sorrow and her joy, someone to cuddle up to, and to satisfy her more perverse desires. as sexually gratifying as one night stands could be, she was missing that emotional component, and though she had no way of knowing whether charlie was interested in such a thing, she couldn't help but get carried away in the fantasy of what they could have. she'd crafted a whole idea of him based on what little information she could gain from their brief interaction, likely exaggerating his positive traits in order to justify her craving for his blood, and once she latched onto something, it was almost impossible to drive her away. "of course you are! i told you already, i just feel drawn to you somehow. can't put my finger on why, but my gut feelings are almost never wrong... if i feel a certain way, there has to be a reason— i just don't know it yet." if she had to guess, she would assume that not many people placed such value in charlie. perhaps for good reason, maybe he wasn't deserving of her praise, but whatever flaws he may have been afflicted with, val was certain they could work through them. she happened to see something in him that others weren't capable of seeing, and it was valuable enough for her to want to fight for his affection. still watching him closely just in case he needed her assistance, she was delighted to see that he was at least able to use his hands again, pushing himself up with a bit of difficulty. her hands hovered just inches away from him, waiting to see if he needed any help, but wanting to give him enough space to do it on his own if he could. "look at you! you're practically good as new!" the shift into a sitting position was strained, but he'd managed it all by himself, her whole face lighting up in response as she felt a wave of relief wash over her. "do you want something else to eat? i bought a whole bunch of snacks..." retrieving the bag she'd set beside the bed, he placed it on his lap, a whole bounty of junk for him to pick from. "take whatever you want! it's all for you."

"divorced?" it wasn't his place to dig into her private life, especially when they still barely knew each other but charlie couldn't help his amazement at such a revelation. marriage was meant for older people, those who had their shit together and could afford to make such a bad decision. val had to be around his age, maybe a few years older, the idea of her getting married and divorced so young was baffling to him and it also put a spotlight on his failed attempts at having a long lasting relationship and how he'd never even gotten close to having real commitment. at least she didn't have a boyfriend he'd have to compete with, he still didn't know exactly how he felt about her but it was nice to have his options open, she seemed to be showing a lot of interest in him and while it could've been purely from the kindness of her heart, charlie assumed there was also something hidden under the surface that she was hoping to gain. "that's- wow, sorry i don't mean to, like, pry or anything." if she wasn't with anyone, then maybe she was looking for somewhere to place that affection. that was easy for him to understand, he'd never been the best at showing people that he cared about them, big feelings were overwhelming and he preferred to numb them altogether and avoid such intimate discussions but that didn't mean there wasn't a desire within him to provide something to the world. he didn't want to be a misfit forever, in youth such behaviour could be excused but how long could he last with his current string of habits? one day he was going to be forced into civility, if he wanted to live, though that was a subject matter he went back and forth on. val might have been a little intense but she was also giving him more positive attention than he'd gotten in what felt like forever, her lack of knowledge about him gave her the ability to be free to comfort him without the weight of judgement keeping her down and for once, charlie didn't feel the need to interrupt her with stores of all his bad and ugly deeds. usually, when someone tried to show any sort of genuine care for him, charlie felt the vicious need to bite back with all the reasons that they were wrong for doing so, that they were wasting their time and pushing for something that was never going to happen- him getting better. with the lack of any kind of relationship between them, he didn't feel the same guilt about letting valerie tend to him for the time being, she appeared happy enough to do so and with the possibility of him leaving soon and never making her acquaintance again, he felt comfortable enough taking what she offered so freely without thinking of how he could return the favour. "i'm special? i- sure, if you say so." he huffed out a chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. how she could know if he was actually special or not was beyond charlie but letting her believe so did harm to neither of them, he could live being treated like something precious for a little while longer before he had to return to his life of anonymity and emotional paralysis. with another wiggle of his fingers, charlie found that he had regained feeling in his hands, a little numbness remained but they were no longer as heavy as they'd been upon waking up and he was able to use them to help himself sit up. "yeah- yeah i've got it." he said before getting interrupted with a wince, pausing his movement for a moment before gaining the strength to level himself out and sit upright without the aid of val's careful hands.

#{ valerie thorne — thread }#{ valerie vs. charlie }#thcophagy

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sapphic-lovegood · 3 years ago

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Favorite Crime 1/3

Rafe Cameron x (Fem)Reader, JJ Maybank x (Fem)Reader

Y/N was once Rafe Cameron's world, but when he chose drugs over her. She picks up the pieces of her broken heart and JJ puts them together again.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, drug abuse, abuse, manipulation, cursing, breakup, sexual themes.

A/N: this is kind of a mix of fanon and canon Rafe, definitely more romanticized than he should be but only for the purpose of this story. This also isn’t time line accurate, I shifted some stuff around so the plot flowed better, don’t come for me.

Word Count: 2122

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Rafe and Y/N met out of pure coincidence. Y/N worked on the golf course and Rafe was there one day with friends and he fell in love at first sight.

She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Immediately charming her with his smile, and his confidence. Resulting in what was going to be one dinner.

Y/N knew who Rafe was, she wasn't dumb. But something about that wolfish smile drew her in. He took her out to dinner and it was perfect. She wasn't used to how he treated her.

Like she was a queen. Y/N was relatively shy. But she was kind and had a good heart. Rafe made her feel seen. Like she was a queen. He made her love herself.

Until he didn't. A few months after they became official, and Kildare was buzzing with the news of the Eldest Cameron's new girlfriend, things changed. Rafe changed.

He was secretive and shifty. He didn't tell her things anymore. He snapped at her more often and then he'd cry and apologize. Y/N was worried beyond belief.

Too many nights he'd come crawling in her window after the sun went down. He'd hold her in his lap and cry into her neck.

"It's all a fucking mess." He cried. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his head.

"It's gonna be okay...whatever is going on will pass." She tried to console. He cursed softly and tightened his arms around her.

Around this time, Y/N started to confide in Sarah. Who had recently started dating John B. Once the pogues had accepted her as one of them, Sarah asked if Y/N could hang out one day after a rough fight with Rafe that the whole Cameron house had heard due to Rafe's unhinged anger issues.

They of course welcomed the new member with open arms. JJ remembered how his eyes nearly popped out of his skull and his cheeks flushed a shade of red no one had seen before. She was fucking perfect. Every inch of her.

She wasn't even wearing anything special. A ratty old hoodie with doodles and cigarettes burns in it. And shorts, her bag and longboard in hand. Her hair was wild and curly, the only thing keeping it out of her face was her sunglasses pushed back on her head.

"Hi! It's real nice to meet you all." She said sweetly. JJ's heart melted as she shook his hand. He got a chance to look at the dozens of handmade brackets on her wrists.

"I'm JJ, nice bracelets." He said. She smiled and undid one.

"Here!" She said, gently tying it around his wrist. He couldn't even answer, too in awe of her immediate kindness to the whole group.

She was a kook. Supposed to be. She didn't look like a kook. They went out on the HMS Pogue for the afternoon. Sarah and Y/N had brought beer and white claws and JJ and Kie provided top shelf weed.

Y/N wasn't a drinker, but man if she didn't enjoy a good joint now and then.

JJ swore it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen watching her roll a J herself. She shrugged her hoodie off and revealed her crocheted bikini top.

"Oh my god! That's so pretty!" Kie said, climbing over and gently touching her strap.

"Thank you- I make them. I'll make you one!" Y/N said. They welcomed Y/N in immediately. She talked to John B about fishing and to Pope about books and JJ could've listened to her talk about anything, all day.

She talked to him about surfing and how she wanted to go on adventures and see the world. She was really perfect.

Then JJ saw the bracelet on her write. A little R charm on it and his head started to spin. No. There's no way.

"What's the R stand for?" JJ asked softly, fingers brushing the bracelet.

"Oh, Rafe." She said, smiling softly. His eyes nearly left his head.

"You with Rafe Cameron?" He asked, catching everyone's attention. Her cheeks flushed brightly and she nodded shyly.

"Yeah, we've been dating for almost a year." She said, sipping her drink. Sarah smiled at Y/N sadly.

"We're actually in a really big fight right now." She whispered, Sarah's arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"No shit?" JJ murmured. Y/N shrugged and smiled sadly.

"Everyone has their baggage. Rafe's always been there for me, and I wanna be there for him. But he pushes people away." Y/N said softly. Sarah hugged her tightly and kissed her head.

"He can be an asshole. I praise you for staying with him." Sarah said. Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled softly.

"He's not that bad. He's sweet and he's always been there for me." She said. Sarah smiled. Y/N really saw something in Rafe no one else did.

Sarah and Kie came over after a bit. Once Y/N was sitting alone again.

"Am I crazy or was there a lil something going on between you and JJ." Kie teased. Y/N flushed and smiled shyly.

"N-No no- we were just talking. H-He was just trying to make me feel included." She said. Sarah smirked at Kiara and nudged her.

"No- he's definitely sweet on ya." Kie said. Y/N giggled and smacked her arm.

"Leave him alone. He was being sweet." Y/N defended. It was cute. They instantly clicked. She just felt comfortable around him.

At the end of the day, Y/N had dove new friends. And before Sarah and her left, JJ pulled her back and put his number in her phone.

"Let's hang out again." He said, a sly smirk on his face.

"Of course!" She said happily. He kissed her cheek and she ran off to Sarah's car.

"Drop me at the boys place, I need to talk to Rafe." Y/N said. Sarah nodded and dropped her off.

Topper let her in and she went down the hall to his room. She knocked softly and the door opened.

"H-Hey...can we talk?" She whispered. He nodded and gently took her hand.

"Yeah- of course." He whispered. She followed him inside and closed his door.

"I'm so fucking sorry about this morning. I- I was hungover and Ward and I were fighting last night. And I took my anger out on you- I know you don't deserve that, I don't deserve you." Rafe said. Y/N was stunned. He always apologized but not like this.

She wrapped her arms around his middle tightly. His chin resting on her head.

"Don't say that- you know I love you so much." She whispered. He gently brushed his finger through her hair and buried his head into her neck.

"I love you- more than I have ever loved anything. I don't know what I'd do without you." He murmured, angry tears filling his eyes.

His fathers words replaying in his head.

Worthless. Fuck up. Deadbeat.

"It's okay, Rafe. M'not going anywhere." She whispered, kissing his cheek. She leaned back, holding his face.

She kissed his cheeks and his nose and then his lips gently.

"I love you, and I'm always here for you." She whispered. He leaned down, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

"I love you, missed you today." He said softly. She smiled and set her bag down on the bed.

"I missed you too, I was hanging out with Sarah and her friends." She said. His jaw clenched and he rolled his eyes.

"Those fucking pogues?" He asked.

"Hey! Don't be mean, they were really nice." She said, shrugging her hoodie off so she could change out of her wet swimsuit.

"What'd you do?" He asked.

"Went out on John B's boat and we swam for a bit. Kie was really nice." She said. Rafe didn't like them by any means. But if Y/N liked them, he wasn't gonna say anything to discourage her from making friends.

"That's good, baby. Glad you had a good day." He said, watching as she pulled on a pair of spare leggings she kept at his house and one of his sweatshirts. She climbed onto the bed next to him and nuzzled into his side.

"I'm exhausted." She murmured, her arms wrapping around his middle.

"Yeah, long day, huh?" He said softly. She nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Why'd you get into it with, Ward?" She asked softly, gently holding his cheek.

"Oh you know...the usual. I'm a fuck up and I'm gonna kill myself with the drugs." He said. Her heart clenched and she picked at her bottom lip.

"Well...the drugs are something I'd like to talk about." She whispered. He groaned, rolling so he was leaning over her.

"Not you too." He grumbled. She held his face and pouted.

"Rafe...you know that I don't ever judge you. But the coke is getting out of hand and you know it." She said, holding his chin gently.

"I know, baby. I'm getting my shit together- I swear. I'm getting it tight. For Wheezie, for you, for my dad." He said.

"Fuck your dad...you're smart and sweet and he doesn't appreciate all you do for him." She whispered. He smirked and kissed her softly. She really did see something in him. She knew he was good. She thought he was good.

She stayed that night, wanting to make up for the time apart while they were fighting.

In the morning they made breakfast together and the boys teased the two. Teasing Rafe that he was whipped. He didn't care. Because he loved her. And she made him a better person.

She started to hang out with Sarah and the pogues more often. Much to Rafe's dismay. He hated that she was around them. She hated that she was around JJ, and John B and Pope. His girl.

He'd never voice his fears because he didn't wanna sound insecure or needy. But fuck, if he did t full with rage every time she left to meet them at the docs.

Rafe had been at Barry's before going back to the apartment. When he came home, he was high off his ass. And being high made him paranoid as it was.

Y/N got home from swimming with Kie and Sarah. An oversized flannel thrown over her swim suit.

"Hi, baby! How was your day?" She greeted sweetly. He looked up and his eyes darkened.

"My day? It was fine...guess it would've been better if I hadn't have seen JJ all fucking over you." He growled. She stopped, her heart skipping a beat.

"R-Rafe, we weren't doing anything. H-He helped me out of the water and into the boat." She said, her back against the wall. He slammed his hands against the table and marched over.

She flinched as his fists hit the wall on either side of her head.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" He yelled. Tears filled her eyes and she shoved him away from her.

"D-Do not talk to me that way! I-I didn't fucking flirt with JJ- I didn't cheat on you! So get a fucking grip!" She screamed, her body shaking with fear.

He'd never looked so angry in his life. She was terrified.

His jaw clenched and he punched the wall, his fist going directly through. She jumped, a small shriek leaving her.

"I saw you!" He yelled. She cried and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

"You saw me with my friends! You saw my friend helping me! I-I don't get the fucking complex you have about JJ but he's my fucking friend! So get your shit sorted, Rafe." She said. He grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall.

She looked up at him and her heart stopped. His pupils were wider than she'd ever seen them. Barely able to see the pretty blue of his irises that she'd fallen in live with. It wasn't Rafe looking back at her. It was something else.

"Y-You're high- y-you are fucking high, Rafe!" She cried, shoving him away from her.

"Y-You said- you said y-you were gonna stop a-and be better!" She yelled.

"It doesn't fucking matter! Why do you care?" He yelled. She jumped and pushed him back as he got in her face.

"Because I don't want you to fucking die!" She screamed.

"I-I don't want JJ- I just want you. W-Why can't you see that?" She cried, grabbing her bag and leaving. She hopped on her bike and started pedaling. Anywhere. She didn't care.

She called Sarah in tears. Needing someone.

"We're all at the Chateau. Come here."

#friends to lovers #obx #obx spoilers #outer banks season 2 #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #rafe cameron imagines #Rafe Cameron #jj maybank smut #outer banks imagines #mini series #short story #slow burn

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dokoni-mo · 4 years ago

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She Truly Was || Muzan Kibustsuji x F!Reader

Summary: Enmu helps Muzan remember you.

SFW // Fluff with small amounts of Angst

Word Count: 4626

WARNINGS: *slight Mugen Train spoilers*, slight mentions of implied sexual activity, obsessive(?) behavior, Muzan is soft for one person only, some angst, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, I also barely proofread this lol

A/N: I've had this in my head for a while and decided to write it down. This is largely just a compilation of scenarios I made in my head to fall asleep at night when I was stressing over exams and stuff, all loosely thrown together with a plot. This is my first time writing for demon slayer, so please be patient! I also am basing a lot of my info about the characters on s1 of the anime, some of the manga, and the wiki. I apologize if something isn't accurate. tldr; I just think he's neat.

Despite having lived through thousands of years with hundreds of stormy nights in the midst, Muzan Kibutsuji never learned to appreciate them.

Something about nights like those in Japan just never sat right with the demon. It wasn't that they were too dreary, not at all. Life as a demon was plenty dreary. On the other hand, it wasn't that they were to lively either. No one ever went out on stormy nights; demon or not. Perhaps it was just because the rain was another reminder of the singularity that was being a demon. The poignant pitter patter just seemed to have a way of whispering to whoever heard it, telling them the most unpleasant yet quiet truths of their lives.

After Muzan's bloody meeting with the lower moons, he had told Enmu his task Muzan had planned for the pitiful, weaker demon. Although he had doubts that Enmu could hear him over the sound of the weaker demon's screams of pain from the blood he gave, Muzan was pleasantly surprised when Enmu understood the orders the first time around. Seeing as though it would cause trouble if the lower moon started to go around bragging about his newfound power and job, Muzan decided it would be best to keep a crimson eye on the demon.

This is what led to the scene before Muzan now.

Muzan had taken Enmu back to one of his many properties scattered across Japan, this one being tucked away in a lush, quiet forest in the middle of seemingly nowhere. The lower moon had not said a word throughout the entire journey there, and still refused to say anything now. Most likely out of fear.

Although it had been a long day of wrangling the lesser worms he called pawns (or "moons" if he was generous), Muzan did not want to show any weakness towards Enmu by resting. To busy himself, Muzan decided to do the tedious work the humans have him do in the job he took to please his human wife.

That insufferable woman.

With his bowler hat placed on his desk, Muzan had taken a seat in his large, leather chair, ordering Enmu to stand at the edge of the desk and face the opposite way. And, for extra edge, he was not to say or do anything.

It had been about two hours since then. The room was filled with only the sounds of Muzan's writing and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Although he ordered it to be that way, Muzan was already sick of it.

Peering his red eyes up from the papers scrawled below him, Muzan fixated his bone-chilling gaze upon the back of Enmu's head. Muzan could see the corners of the lower moon's mouth turned upwards as he faced the wall, presenting himself with an expression of dumb content.

Freak.

Enmu was definately a curious specimen. So eager to die, yet so eager to please Muzan. The demon lord would have been confused if he were not who he was.

Perhaps it was his own boredom setting in, perhaps it was because he wanted to feed his already gargantuan ego, or perhaps it was just because he was tired, Muzan decided to speak up.

"Tell me," Muzan said, his deep, smooth voice making Enmu perk up slightly, "Why is it that are you so loyal to me?"

Enmu took this as an opportunity to finally move, but not without some caution. The lower demon only turned his neck towards Muzan, along with a tilt of his shoulder. Muzan noted the disobedience of orders, but decided to let it slide this time.

The rain must have told him to be generous that night.

"Why, Master Kibustsuji," Enmu said, a faint blush adorning his cheeks, "It is because I am so delighted to be in your presence, and have my power be of service to you."

The demon lord felt his jaw clench at this, his red eyes peering up at the lower moon from under his abyssal lashes. Although Enmu had an... odd, way of putting things, Muzan always did like it when someone stroked his ego, even if all they ever said was the same banter over and over again. He was nearly perfection, afterall.

Muzan sat quietly and pondered Enmu's response for a second, before formulating his own.

"Your power, as you put it," Muzan said, his voice firm, "What is it?"

Enmu's grin widened, "Dream Manipulation, Master. I can enter, manipulate, or control anyone's dreams however I want to. I can use it to kill from the inside, eating a person spirit first and body second. I can also put people to sleep."

Muzan wasn't necessarily impressed by this, but he wasn't disappointed either. An ordinary power, really. Nothing that could ever rival his own.

However...

Muzan's gaze flickered down to the surface of his desk. A flicker of a long lost yet not forgotten feeling bubbled deep inside of his being. A mere spark of light, really, a piece of warmth he felt from long ago, lost to the wayside by the vestiges of time.

It was something Muzan thought he would never experience again.

Dream manipulation, huh?

It might be worth a try.

Muzan looked back up to Enmu, sharpening his gaze, "Tell me, are you able to give... pleasant dreams?"

Enmu was surprised to hear this come from Muzan to say the absolute least. He took this as another opportunity to disobey orders and turn to Muzan again, this time fully and whole-heartedly. The lower moon looked right into those blood red eyes, looking for any sign of a rare flicker of humor or joking.

Muzan's gaze was serious, poised as ever.

Muzan was being for real.

Taking a pause to swallow, Enmu allowed his soft smirk to return to his gray, pale face.

"Why," the lower moon retorted, "I can, Master, yes."

Muzan eyed the lesser demon for a good second at his response.

This move was risky. It could damage his image. Yet, if he was to do this with any of his pawns, he would do it with Enmu. Enmu seemed to have no intent on harming Muzan or his image in any way; he was far too loyal for that.

Besides, if someone were to question the might of Muzan, he could just prove them wrong.

Muzan leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and lacing his fingers together, wrapping them around his knee. His icy gaze still on Enmu, he spoke again.

"I wish to see a pleasant dream."

Muzan nearly rolled his eyes when he saw just how wide Enmu's grin had gotten and just how flushed his face got.

It was repulsive.

But, if it meant what Muzan thought it would mean...

It was worth stomaching.

After a breif moment used to compose himself, Enmu's smile faded to normal again. He pulled up the sleeves to his coat.

"I will give you a dream where you will experience the happiest days of your life over again, Master Kibutsuji," the lower moon stated, "Is this to your liking or would you prefer something else?"

"No," Muzan stated flatly, "That is fine."

Perfect, even.

Enmu smiled widely one last time, holding out his arm and pointing it at the demon lord.

"Sweet dreams, my lord." Was the last thing Muzan heard before falling into a deep, deep sleep.

"Muzan..."

Despite his blood demon art being so much weaker than his, Muzan wasn't quite ready for just how Enmu put him into a dream like that. Muzan's headache had grown ten-fold now, and he could feel that his face was scrunched.

"Muzan..."

Slowly but surely regaining his full consciousness, Muzan could first feel that he was in different clothes than what he had been wearing before. These ones were lighter, softer, and much more airy than his normal suit. Squinting open his crimson eyes, he saw that he was in what appeared to be a long, dark, flowing kimono.

The second thing Muzan could feel was that it was rather cool where he was, and that he appeared to be lying on the ground. Sifting his weight slowly, he could then feel that his head was lain upon what felt like two soft, plush pillows firmly squished together.

The third thing, however, took him a little longer to discern quite that it was. At first, he thought it was a pair of chopsticks running across his scalp over and over again. Upon, further thought, however, Muzan was further snapped back into awareness.

Those were not chopsticks.

Those were fingers.

All too familiar fingers.

"Muzan..!"

Muzan felt a stir deep down inside of him. He recognized this feeling, this touch, this warmth. It had been so, so long since he had felt like this. How long was it again? It had to be an eternity ago. An eternity wrapped within all time time in the world.

Muzan was speechless. Muzan couldn't move. Muzan was struck from deep within, and nothing in the world could ever compare to its blow.

"Muzan!"

Although the calling of the demon's lord name had been going on for some time now, he was just now able to respond.

Tilting his chin upwards towards the voice's source, Muzan nearly fell to bits right then and there. If he was someone else, he would have wept deep, earnest tears at the very sight of the being above him. For everything and nothing surrounded him as he studied the bright, radiant face above him, and nothing else seemed to exist other than that smile.

Other than her.

Her.

Oh, her, her, her.

His beloved. His sun, moon and stars. The ground beneath his feet and the air around him. His joy and love, his woes and sorrow. His fears and excitement. His warmth and his cold.

You.

You were really here.

"I was wondering if you were ever gonna wake up," you said, a faint laugh behind your voice, "You were out for so long!"

This scene was all too familiar to Muzan. He had replayed it in his head countless times, as if it were the only record left in the world.

He knew what this day was, and he knew all of your lines.

How could he ever forget?

Every moment he had ever spent with you had been a blessing.

Right now, his head was cradled in your lap, your soft, delicate fingers combing through his hair oh so gently as he had slept. It was deep into the night, and ordinarily Muzan would not be sleeping at this time. However, your touch was just so relaxing to him.

Everything about you was.

Today, you and him had spent the night wandering through the garden of your home together, chatting about anything and everything. It was only about two months into your relationship with Muzan. Muzan had first come to your home with the intention of eating everyone within the residence, but once he saw your face, watched you, saw your heart, your spirit, your you, he just couldn't.

He just...

couldn't.

You were human, yes.

But Muzan didn't care.

He was in love with you.

Muzan had yet to tell you the truth about him, however.

But that could come later.

"Muzan, are you alright?" He heard your voice echo again, snapping him out of his trance. He saw your face painted with worry, making his own features soften.

His darling angel. If only you knew just how much it pained him to see you with anything other than a smile.

Muzan reached his hand upwards, steadily maneuvering his fingers to brush your hair behind your ear and cup your warm cheek. He was shocked at how real you felt, shocked at just how similar it felt to all those years ago.

Perhaps Muzan had to give Enmu a reward.

The demon lord caressed your cheek gingerly with his cold, calloused thumb, savoring in just how warm your flesh was compared to his. For the first time in what felt like eons, Muzan felt a smile adorn his handsome features. Not one put on just to appease the humans around him, but genuine. The type of smile only you got to see.

Only you.

"I'm more than alright, my darling." He responded, his voice soft and warm, without the normal venom he gives to his subordinates. A voice reserved restrictively for you.

Finally, you let a soft grin come over your heavenly face again, making all seven of Muzan's hearts swell.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," you said, "But it's about to be dawn soon. I don't want you to get a burn, so let's go in the house again, okay?"

Ah yes, the lie Muzan told you. He, of course, couldn't be with you in the sunlight (as much as he wanted to). So he had told you that he had a rare disorder that made him extra prone to sunburns and heatstroke.

Just something to keep you safe from the truth.

His soft smile still adorning his features, Muzan gave you a nod as he slid his head off of your lap. Since you were on your knees, you were quicker to stand than him. Brushing off your kimono quickly, you offered one of your hands to Muzan to help him stand, of which he gladly took. He had long since forgotted just how perfectly your hand fit into his, along with how radiant your kimono made you look.

Once he was back on his feet, Muzan couldn't help but to hold your arms, holding you a few feet away from him to simply admire you for a moment, his crimson eyes doing laps around your face and body.

You were perfect to him.

Every single thing about you was without flaw in his eyes. Not one curve of your body was too shallow or too wide. Not one strand of your hair was misplaced or without poise. Not one feature on your face took away from your radiant beauty. And you had not one bad bone inside of your body.

Muzan was never one to believe in angels.

However, if anyone in any part of the world were to tell him that you were one of them, straight from the heavens themselves,

He would believe them.

As soon as Muzan stepped through the door, his hand in your own, the scene before him changed in one giant, peaceful flash of white light.

Before him now was no longer the house that he had shared with you all those years ago. Now, in its place, was a beautiful, lush springtime garden, all dredged under the cover of the night. It was not devoid of light, however. There were a few lanterns afloat in the water of the stream, as well as some within the structure of the small bridge that went over top of it. Flowers adorned every nook and cranny of the space, and the occasional insect or bird would make a brief appearance.

A small slice of paradise, just for you and Muzan Kibutsuji.

Fearing that you were no longer by his side, Muzan turned his head. His fears were quickly subsided when he saw you there next to him. Your delicate hands were placed on the railing of the bridge, and your eyes were fixated on the calm water below, almost as if it were a window into the heavens above. There was a small smile plastered on your face, and the delicate lights illuminated each of your features so perfectly.

Muzan knew this night.

This was the night he told you the truth.

The truth about him, about his "condition", about where he went for days on end, about why he couldn't walk with you in the sun, about everything.

This was the one night Muzan had ever felt fear.

"Is it really true, Muzan?" You asked, your gaze still fixated on the water below, "Are you really a demon?"

Muzan felt his lips part in small surprise. Even though he had replayed this night time and time again in his mind, it felt as if this were all happening for the first time over again.

Enmu really was good at this.

Muzan wet his lips before responding, setting his gaze on your precious, beautiful face and refusing to move it, "Yes, my love. It is true. I would not lie to you about this, I..."

A pause to collect this thoughts, before he could continue, "I kept it from you to protect you, (Y/N). I did not want any harm to come to you. My darling, I... I love you. My love for you knows no bounds. You are the stars that shine at night, and you are the shining moon above. Each time I look upon you, all I can stand to think of is how deep my love for you runs. I... I need you, (Y/N). I do not wish for you to be frightened of me, my angel. I would never, not ever harm you, nor let any harm come to you."

You still weren't looking at Muzan, yet your smile had yet to falter. Muzan felt a bubble of nervousness in his gut. Although he knew your response to his words already, even thinking of this moment never failed to make his stomach churn. He hoped his words to you were enough. He doubted that he had ever said anything more truthful in his entire life.

After a long pause of silence between the two of you, you closed your eyes and widened your smile. Then, you opened your eyes again, finally turning to face your lover. You looked Muzan right in the eyes, seemingly unfazed that you were standing so dangerously close to the most powerful being alive.

You were so brave.

Your heart was so big.

Muzan felt so overwhelmed.

"Muzan," you said, your cheeks dusting a light pink.

What you said next to him, Muzan could never get out of his head, never forget. No matter how much he tried, he would never not ever forget your words in that moment.

Within that one short, simple phrase, the king of demons fell in love all over again.

"I've always known."

Another flash within his crimson eyes, and the scene had changed again. Nighttime again, of course, but this time within the confines of the bedroom you and Muzan shared. Both you and Muzan were nude, sans the blanket that covered the lower half of your forms. Muzan was on his back, one strong arm wrapped around you, the other cradling the back of his head. Your legs were intertwined with his, and your hair and hands were sprawled out on top of his lean, muscular chest.

Muzan knew this night as well.

It was his most loved night with you, but also his most dreaded.

How cruel fate was.

Stroking your back with the tips of his fingers, Muzan stared up at the ceiling above the two of you. Your body was flush against his, and as warm as ever. He wondered to himself if he was making you cold. If he was, you didn't seem to mind.

After a long period of savoring the silence between you and him, you softly snorted out a cute, soft giggle. This made Muzan angle his chin downward to look at the top of your head.

"What is it?" He questioned.

You giggled again, tilting your head up to look at him. Smiling, you turned your body to lay on top of the demon king, your breasts smushing against his own. Instinctively, Muzan laid his hands on your hips, rubbing small circles into them as he held you in place.

"I just find it funny that even though you profess to have so much stamina, you get tired after only two rounds." You explained to him, a playful mischievousness in your tone and eyes.

Muzan breathed out a smile, reaching up a clawed hand to brush your hair out of your face.

"As I recall it, you were the one complaining it was too much." He quipped back.

You snorted, "As if that ever stopped you before."

The demon let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward to give you a kiss on the forehead. Muzan couldn't remember ever laughing so genuinely before you came along. You truly were the light of his life. You filled his days with the sunlight he had long since forgotten, as well with the warmth no other demon could ever have.

He loved you.

He loved you he loved you he loved you.

And he still did.

He watched as you dropped your gaze to his chest, running your fingers along the flesh.

"Muzan..." you said, your voice more serious than before, "I've been thinking a lot lately..."

The demon king hummed, brushing more hair from your face.

"What has been on your mind, my love?" He asked.

You paused for a second before continuing on. Muzan could practically see the gears turning in your head.

"Well, I... I'm not getting any younger, you know, and I've been thinking. I... I really love you, Muzan. You're the only person I can imagine myself being with for the rest of my life. The other day, I was in town, and I saw the cutest family ever with a husband and a wife and two adorable little children, and it made me think..."

You looked up at him again, giving him a soft smile.

"What if we were to have a family of our own?"

Muzan could feel the same sense of joy, love, and pride in his chest as he did this same moment all those years ago. In this moment, he had never felt closer to you before, nor could you recall ever looking more beautiful.

He wanted nothing more than to be a family with you for the rest of eternity.

"Darling, you know what that would mean, correct?" He questioned you. He had told you long before that demons could only have offspring with other demons, for a demon baby would eat its human mother from the inside and kill her. It was gruesome, and had originally made you cringe at the thought. Muzan had thought your reaction was quite cute.

"Yes, yes, I know," you answered, "and I'd be ready for it. Even if I'm a demon, and even if I can never go out in the sun again or live normally ever again, I'd be happy knowing I got to be with you and our baby for the rest of time."

Muzan gave you a smile in return, his long, white fangs flashing in the light of the night. Leaning forward, he kissed you upon your soft, warms lips, gently pulling you closer to him.

This was one of the thousands of reasons why he loved you.

You were always so sweet, so kind and optimistic. He would admit, he did have a soft spot for you and you alone. But he didn't care. You were worth it. You were worth every single piece of money on planet earth. You were worth the sun the moon and the stars, and all the planets here and beyond. You were worth any injury, any heartache, and any trial or tribulation in the world.

The king of the demons unquestionably, unfathomably, undeniably, adored you.

Pulling gently away from the kiss, Muzan looked deep into your eyes, right past your pupils and looked right into your soul, your very being.

"I would want nothing more, my sunlight."

If Muzan could turn back the hands of time, he would have kept you here with him for the rest of everything and beyond.

For he did not know then that was the last kiss you and him would share.

Another flash, and Muzan was no longer greeted with a visage of the past. Much to his dismay, the demon was now greeted with the sight of his office, with a smiling Enmu creepily watching him from across his desk.

What a fucking freakshow.

Taking in a breath of air through his nose, Muzan sat up tall in his chair again, rubbing the bridge of his nose with this thumb and pointer finger.

You were gone again. You were again nothing up a memory, a whisper of a time from the past.

Muzan could hardly bare it.

He had felt you, held you near him.

And just as fast as you came back, you were gone again.

This was a pain almost too hard to bear.

How long was he asleep for? Muzan really didn't care how long it was.

No amount of time with you was enough.

"Did you have the pleasant dream you wished for, Master?" Enmu asked the demon king. The lesser moon was lucky Muzan was in a somewhat good mood that day.

"Yes." Muzan replied simply, closing his eyes to rub them with his thumb, "Excellent work."

Enmu's smile widened at this, his cheeks turning pink again.

"Why, thank you, Master." He responded, his excitement prevalent in his voice.

Enmu really was a special one.

After composing himself again, Muzan scooted his chair forward up to his desk, fixing his gaze back onto his work sprawled out below.

Muzan just wanted to be alone again after that. He had been alone for years now, but he wanted Enmu out of the room. Although he could have easily ordered it to be so, he again did not want to show any weakness to the lower moon.

Christ on a bike. Muzan was so fucking stubborn.

He remembered all the times you nagged him for it.

Oh, what he would give to have you nag him one last time.

After a long bout of silence, the lesser demon decided to speak up again. He turned his head over his shoulder again to Muzan, trying to sound as naieve and innocent as possible.

"Master," Enmu said, "Where is she now?"

Muzan stopped his movements and glared up at Enmu with a venomous glare. How dare he even refer to you. You were so far above him, how dare Enmu even think to invoke your name.

Though Muzan wanted to kill the other demon right on the spot, he decided against it. He still wanted to see how Enmu would do on his mission. Also, Muzan had to admit that he did feel lighter and more generous after his dream with you. And he supposed it was fair that Enmu had his questions.

Feeling nice, Muzan decided to entertain Enmu's question.

Shifting his gaze back to the papers below, Muzan replied.

"Gone." he said, "The night she asked about a family was the last night I saw her alive. The next day, a group of slayers found her and our house. They knew who she was and that she was human, but killed her anyway. All in attempt to get to me. I found her in a pool of her own blood, limp and cold. The slayers died that same night."

Enmu's smile faded at this, his face taking on a look of shock. Closing his lips into a tight line, Enmu looked away, out of a quiet unconscious respect. Everything made so much more sense to Enmu now. Why the demon king was the way he was, his hatred for slayers, his cold-hearted, murderous nature.

It all clicked into place.

"I... I am sorry for your loss, Master." He said, his voice quieter than normal, "She seemed like a lovely woman."

Muzan peered up at the back of Enmu's head. Through his thick, black lashes.

"Yes..." Muzan said.

"She truly was."

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Don't Leave Me Now

xxv

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: some sexually explicit language, jealous roger

July, 1968

~m.r~

We've been back in America as part of our tour. As of right now, we were in New York City. We were slated to be here for three days. Ronnie was excited about being back in New York. It was where she lived for five years and met Sandy. Right now, we were getting settled into our hotel. As always, I was with my sister. I wanted to room with Roger, but it would've been too suspicious. So he was stuck with David for now.

"I wish Sandy could be here" Ronnie sadly said. I knew she was missing her. It was clear that Ronnie cared about Sandy so much. "Hey, do you think maybe next tour, she could come along?"

We had a no spouses allowed rule when it came to this tour. That included the crew as well, and Ronnie was technically part of the crew, being our photographer. "I could definitely ask Rourkie about it"

Ronnie hugged me and then kissed me on the cheek. "You're the best sister anyone could ever ask for, pup!" Something in the room caught Ronnie's attention. "Hey, they have a record player in here!"

She immediately went to go snoop through some of the records they had. I grabbed my carton of cigarettes and stepped out into the balcony. I leaned against the railing as I smoked my cigarette. I watched all of the people passing below me. Most of them were couples. Some young and some old.

I wasn't alone for very much longer as my sister had come out to join me. "What are you thinking about, pup?" She asked me.

"Do you think I'm really in love with Roger?" I spoke my mind. "Or am I just desperate for attention that Billy's been depriving me of lately?"

"What is your heart telling you?" She asked me, playing the wise older sister card.

"I want to believe that a man other than my husband loves me" I confessed. "But another part of me believes that Roger is just bluffing when he tells me he loves me. That this is just some fun to keep each other satisfied when we're on tour. He's going to marry Judy and then that'll be the end of us"

"So you think Roger is just using you for his own personal gain?" Ronnie grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so that I was looking at her. "No man would look at you the way Roger does if he wasn't in love with you"

That eased me a little bit. We heard a knocking at our door. I stayed out on the balcony while Ronnie went to go answer it. I heard Roger's voice. The two of them talked for a minute before I heard his footsteps approaching the balcony. Two arms wrapped around my waist and I was being pulled against his broad body. We didn't need to talk. We just enjoyed each other's company.

I looked up at him to admire him. He was incredibly beautiful, even if he couldn't see it. But considering how many times he's been cheated on, it really does make you doubt yourself. I wouldn't understand that though, as Billy has never cheated on me. Still, I see something in Roger, not just in appearance but for who he is as a person. And Judy must see something too because she keeps pressing him on about marriage.

Roger caught me gazing as he had called me out on it. "Have I got something on my face?"

"No, I just like looking at you" I told him. "You're beautiful"

Roger held me tighter, if it was even possible, and then he buried his face into my neck. "I love you" He said. He grabbed my hair and pushed it out of the way. "I love you" He repeated. His lips touched my neck. I shuddered at the feel. "I love you" He kissed at my neck and started sucking. He was gonna mark me. He shouldn't, but I couldn't stop him. It felt too good.

"Roger, you can't—ah!—can't leave a mark.." I weakly told him. Fuck, I didn't think having your neck kissed like this could feel so good.

"If I can't put a ring on your finger, I need some other way to show everyone you're mine" He muttered possessively. Why was it so hot when he was possessive like that? He continued to kiss and suck at my neck until he was satisfied with the mark he left. He ran his finger against that particular spot. "Do you want to see it, darling?" He sounded pleased with himself.

"Roger, it better not be big!" I ran back inside and I went to look in the mirror. The love bite he left was darker and bigger than I was expecting it to be. "Roger, how the hell am I supposed to cover this up?" I scolded him.

"I was hoping that you wouldn't"

"Roger, I'm serious. People are gonna see it and get suspicious"

"Alright, calm down" Roger removed the scarf that was on his neck and he wrapped it around my own. "There you go" I looked in the mirror again. His scarf had managed to hide the love bite. I was relieved about that at least. I watched him in the mirror as he grabbed one of my cigarettes and lit it. He noticed me watching him and made eye contact with me through the mirror. "When we fuck tonight, you should wear the scarf"

"Bold of you to assume that we're gonna fuck in the first place" I teased him.

"We've fucked every night after every show, darling. I'd be more surprised if we didn't tonight"

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten me pregnant yet" I brought up. We were already cutting it close by not using a condom every time. One of these days, I was gonna end up pregnant all because Roger wouldn't pull out in time. "Maybe we should start using a condom" I could see Roger was a little disappointed with my suggestion. "Look at it this way, if you wear the condom, you can cum inside of me technically"

"Darling, you're making my cock hard" He groaned. I saw him rubbing his erection through his pants.

I bit my lip as I watched him. "I can see that"

His hand went to his zipper and he was about to pull it down when a knock on the door stopped him. He cursed as I went over to the door. "Who is it?" I called.

"It's me!" I heard Rourkie's voice.

"Oh, shit" Roger muttered. He wasn't supposed to be here right now, and if Steve caught him in here with me, we'd both be in shit. Roger quickly went to go hide in mine and Ronnie's bathroom.

Once it was safe, I opened the door. "Hi Rourkie!" I greeted him.

"Maggie" Steve smiled at me. He stepped inside and sat down on the bed. "You and Ronnie settled in okay?"

"We are, thank you" Steve looked around, probably wondering where Ronnie was. "She went for a walk"

Steve nodded. "And where is Roger?"

"Why do you think I know where he is?"

"Well, you two are always hanging around with each other" Steve shrugged. "Just thought you might know"

"If I see him, I'll let him know you were looking for him"

"Actually, let him know rehearsal is in three hours" Steve said. He got up to leave the room, patting me on the shoulder as he walked by me.

When Steve was gone, I walked over to the bathroom door. "Rog, he's gone. You can come out now"

As soon as I opened the door, Roger's lips were on mine. It nearly knocked me off of my feet but there was no way I was gonna fall with Roger's arms around my waist. When he pulled away, he looked at me with those lustful eyes. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed"

"What?"

"We've got three hours and I've got a hard cock" Roger grasped my jaw. The forcefulness of it turned me on. "Now take your fucking clothes off and get on the damn bed" I was about to start undressing when he stopped me. "But, darling, leave the scarf on"

...

I was feeling rather good by the time rehearsal rolled around. Maybe it was because Roger had fucked my brains out and made me cum three times. We went through all the songs at least once, while both Steve and Ronnie watched us from the front row in the audience.

Rick had needed me for something so I was sitting over at his keyboard with him. He was teaching me how to play. "So then, you're gonna press your fingers down on these keys" Rick guided me. He showed me what keys to play. When he was done, he took his hands away. "Now you play what I just played" I played what Rick had showed me, which was just a simple little melody. We both cheered when I copied it perfectly. "You're a natural!" He told me.

"Thank you!" I smiled.

"Are you sure you're not a musician?" He joked, bumping his shoulder with mine. He made me laugh again. When I looked up, my eyes met Roger's. He winked at me, making me blush and look down again. I don't think Rick had noticed though. "How's everything with Billy?" He asked me.

I tensed hearing him ask me about him. I faked a smile as I looked at Rick. "Billy and I are fine"

"That's good" He said, returning the smile.

I noticed Roger making his way towards us. "Rick, do you mind if I borrow Mags?"

"Be my guest"

I stood up and followed Roger. He lead me over to a part of the stage that was just out of view from everyone. The first thing he did, was move the scarf so that my love bite was visible to him. He smirked as he ran his thumb over it. "I should give you another one"

"Don't you dare!" I warned him. "It's bad enough I have to cover one up"

"I know you love it though, darling" He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him. "How many times?"

"How many times what?" I asked.

"Did you cum?"

"Three" Roger seemed pleased with my answer. His hand moved to grope my ass. "Why do you want to know?"

"I just want to make sure I'm being a generous lover is all"

I smiled and cupped his face. "You are the best lover I've had"

"Hopefully the only one you'll ever have, yeah?" He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "I mean it, darling. I don't think I could stand to see you with someone else. It's already bad enough when I see you with him" I knew the him was referring to Billy. "It hurts me"

"It's only you, Roger" I said. I closed my eyes when I felt his face close to mine. His nose brushed against my skin, close to my ear and I felt his hot breath on my neck. "I fucking swear"

Our moment was cut short when we heard footsteps coming towards us. "I think they're over here!" It was Nick's voice. Roger and I quickly stepped back from each other as he came into our view. "What is it with you two always sneaking off?"

"We're not always sneaking off" I said.

Nick snorted. "Sure, you aren't. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you two are—"

Roger interrupted him. "What is it you need, Nick?"

"Steve wants us to do one more run through" He informed us before leaving the two of us be.

"I think we can continue this later" I tried telling Roger. But he had other plans. He grabbed my face and kissed me. It was soft and gentle. I couldn't help but melt. I loved the affection he gave me, even if we did have to hide it.

When he pulled away from me, he still held my face in his hands. He smiled at me. "You're perfect, you know? Woman of my absolute fucking dreams" He let go of me. "Come on then, love" He went back onto the stage.

I stayed behind for a moment to compose myself. I didn't realize that I had started crying until I felt a tear run down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I don't know why I was crying. Perhaps it was because this was the first time I ever felt truly loved by a man and I was scared to let it go. But, I knew that Roger and I wouldn't last forever. As much as he told me he wanted it to.

I walked back out on the stage. I took my place at my microphone and grasped it. We rehearsed our set again and I had no doubt in my mind it would be another perfect show like always.

...

We returned to the hotel after the show. The plan for tonight was to go out and celebrate another successful show with some drinks. However, we all wanted to relax for a bit before we did so. Ronnie and I got to our room. She excused herself to use the bathroom, while I stared at the phone. I debated on calling Billy. My husband was probably expecting to hear from me, as I promised I would call him after every show. I sighed, picking up the phone and dialing the number.

When the other line was picked up, I heard a voice I didn't expect to hear. "Hello?"

"Judy?" My eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing there?"

"Hello Maggie" She greeted me. "Billy invited me over. With you and Roger gone, we both just needed some company"

"Oh"

"Would you like to talk to him? I can fetch him for you"

"No, that's fine. I just wanted to tell him that it was another great show"

"Alright then. If that's all, I'm going to let you go now" Just when I thought Judy was about to hang up, she spoke again. "Oh, and could you do me a favor and not tell Roger?" I didn't even get a chance to ask why before she hung up on me.

I just stared at the phone still in my hand, confused about what just happened. Ronnie emerged from the bathroom and she noticed. "What's wrong, pup?" She asked me.

"I tried calling Billy and do you know who answered the phone? Judy" I explained to her.

Ronnie's eyes widened. "As in Roger's girlfriend, Judy?"

"Yeah" I squeezed the phone in my hand, my knuckles turning white. Ronnie sat beside me on the bed. "You... you don't think there's anything going on between them, do you?"

"Don't tell me you're bothered by the idea" Ronnie scoffed.

"Why shouldn't I be!?" I snapped at her.

"Because you and Roger are doing the same thing!" She snapped back. "So what if Billy and Judy decide to indulge in their loneliness together?"

I can't believe she was saying it so casually. "You're telling me you wouldn't be devastated if you found out the man you've been married to for years was cheating on you with another woman?"

"It sounds like you still love him" Ronnie said. "But I know you don't, otherwise you wouldn't have fallen for Roger"

"That doesn't answer my question"

Ronnie sighed. "Of course, I'd be devastated. It would be hard not to be if you've been with someone as long as you've been with Billy"

"And there is something else. Judy told me not to tell Roger that she was there"

"Oh" Ronnie scratched at her head. "Yeah, that does seem a bit odd"

"Do I tell him?" I asked. "Every girlfriend he's had, they've ended up cheating on him"

Ronnie frowned. "Wow, I had no idea..." Of course she wouldn't. Nobody knows Roger the way that I do. "Maybe when we come back. Don't want to spoil a fun night"

"Yeah, you're right. But if Billy was cheating on me, I'd want to know" I saw Ronnie stiffen when I mentioned that. "What's wrong?" Before she could answer, there was a knock on our door. I went over to answer it, finding that it was Rick at the door.

"We're all ready if you two are" He told us. "We'll meet you downstairs in the lobby"

"Thanks, Rick. We'll be down shortly" Rick left, and Ronnie and I grabbed whatever belongings we needed. For me, it was important I had my cigarettes on me. When we were ready, we made our way down to the lobby. I immediately noticed Steve's absence. "Where's Rourkie?"

"He's trusting us on our own for the night" David explained. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a big wad of cash. "But he did give us this!" He waved it around.

"Give me that!" Ronnie quickly snatched the wad and stuffed it in her purse. "You don't go waving cash like that around in a big city like this. I've witnessed one a few too many muggings"

"You've lived in New York before, right Ronnie?" Nick asked, throwing his arm over her shoulder. "You must know of a few clubs or two!"

Ronnie smirked, looking between all of us. "I know just the place"

...

Ronnie ended up taking us to this very lively nightclub. She chose this place specifically because it's where her and Sandy had their first date. We situated ourselves at a booth. I was squeezed in the very middle, right in between Roger and David.

"This is a nice place!" Rick shouted over the music and the rowdiness of the crowd.

Ronnie grinned. "I know, right! Sandy and I would come here every Saturday while we were living here" Since we all decided she was in charge of the money, she would be the one fetching our drinks tonight. We all told her what we wanted and she made her way to the bar.

Nick looked around. "Lots of pretty girls here, aren't there?" He mentioned.

"You, sir, are engaged" I reminded him.

"I meant we should find one for David. He is the only one of us who is single after all" Nick reached over to pat him on the shoulder.

David shook his head. "I don't need a girlfriend"

"Don't let your crush on Maggie stop you from getting laid" Nick said.

I giggled and I noticed David blushing, even in the low light. "I do not—" I could feel Roger tensing beside me.

"Hey, I think that one over there likes you!" Rick pointed at a woman sitting at a table with three of her friends. She was giggling and making eyes at David. He caught eyes with her and smiled.

The woman whispered something to her friends, and then she left her table. She walked over to us, smiling at the boys but giving me the dirtiest look possible. I just rolled my eyes. "My friends and I were wondering if you boys would like to join us" She asked. I knew that invitation clearly wasn't meant for me.

Rick, Nick, and David all looked at me, as if they needed my permission to go sit with some girls. "I don't know why you're waiting for permission from me. I'm not your mother" I told them. The three of them went to go join the girls but Roger stayed behind with me. "Not going to join them?"

"You know I'd rather sit with you" He told me, but I could see his eyes looking elsewhere. I followed his eyes and saw that they landed on a man.

"What's that poor man done to you, Rog?" I asked.

"He's been looking at you since you've walked in here" He said, irritation laced in his voice.

"How do you think I feel?" I asked him. I nodded over towards one of the friends of the girl who was making eyes at David. "Blondie over there has been pouting because you won't join her" He looked towards the girl. She smiled flirtatiously at him, but he couldn't be bothered. "I think you should go sit with her"

Roger looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you mad?"

"Not saying you have to fuck her. Just go sit with her and maybe dance with her a bit"

Roger sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine, but I'm doing it for you" I could see he wanted to lean in and kiss me, but he refrained from doing so. He joined the boys and the girls. Blondie immediately reacted to Roger's presence, touching his arms and pushing her tits out.

I was left on my own, but I wasn't alone for long as someone had come to sit beside me. I looked and noticed it was the man Roger was glaring at. I must admit, he was handsome but nowhere near as handsome as Roger. "Hello" He greeted me.

"Hello" I smiled politely at him.

His eyes widened. "A British girl? What part of England are you from?"

"Well I was born in Surrey, but my current residence is in London"

"What brings you to New York?" He asked.

"You see those boys over there?" I nodded towards my bandmates. "I happen to be in a band with them. We're on tour"

"A beautiful British babe that happens to be in a band? Where have you been all my life?" The man scooted closer to me. "I'm Tony, by the way"

"Maggie" I gave him my name. I looked over to see if Roger had noticed, but he hadn't. Not that blondie would let him take his eyes off of her anyways. I had to admit, Tony seemed like a nice enough bloke to talk to, once I could get past the flirting.

"Hey, Maggie, where are the boys?" Ronnie had a tray of our drinks. "Tony? Oh my God!" She smiled at him.

"Ronnie!" Tony greeted her back. The two of them hugged.

"I see you've met my sister!"

Tony's eyes widened. "This is the Maggie you've been telling me about?"

"How do you two know each other?" I asked.

"Sandy and I were being harassed once but Tony came to our defence and punched the arsehole in the face" Ronnie explained. Both her and Tony laughed at the memory.

I smiled at that. "Well, anyone that's willing to defend my sister and her partner like that is okay with me"

Ronnie looked over her shoulder where she finally noticed. Blondie was practically in Roger's lap at that point. That wasn't the part that annoyed me. What annoyed me is that he didn't seem so bothered by it. His hand was resting comfortably on her lower back. Don't know why I'm bothered. I'm the one who encouraged him to go to her.

Ronnie let me and Tony be while she gave the boys their drinks. While Tony was talking, I kept watching Roger and blondie. Now he was whispering in her ear, and she was giggling, enjoying whatever he was saying. It made me angry. I grabbed Tony's hand. He seemed shocked, but happy at my action. "Do you want to dance?" I asked him.

"Sure!" He said. Tony and I stood up and made our way over to the dance floor. I had fun with him as we danced. Now, I wasn't interested in Tony either romantically or sexually but I could see us having a friendship. As Tony was spinning me, I caught sight of Roger making his way over to us, and he looked pissed.

"Excuse me mate, but what do you think you're doing?" Roger asked.

Tony blinked, clearly confused. "I'm sorry?"

Roger's fists clenched. "She's mine"

"Oh, I didn't—wait, are you Billy?"

"Don't even compare me to that arsehole" Roger seethed. Roger grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside, but he did it gently. "Maggie, how could you?" Even in the dim lighting, I could see his eyes tearing. "You promised you wouldn't cheat on me!"

"Tony and I were just dancing!" I explained. "Besides, you're the one who was getting too comfortable with blondie over there"

"I didn't want anything to do with her but you kept insisting that I sit with her" He grasped my face in his hands. "Fuck, Mags, you're the only one I want. And I want to be the only one you want"

"You are, Roger"

"Then divorce him" He sounded so pained when he said it. He sighed and shook his head. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I know, you still need time and I'm sorry, I just love you so much. I'm so scared of losing you" There was a difference when he told me he was scared of losing me, as opposed to when Billy told me the same. Roger's confession sounded genuine. He leaned in and I felt his hot breath on my lips.

"Roger, we're in public. You can't kiss me right now" I told him, despite how much I wanted him to.

"I don't give a shit" He said before his lips were clashing with mine. I tried pushing him away but it was no use. I melted into the deep and passionate kiss. When he pulled away, his forehead rested on mine and he grabbed my hands. "How about you dance with me instead, sunshine?"

"Of course I will" I said. We spent the rest of the night in the club just dancing and holding each other close. I wasn't sure if our bandmates had noticed our closeness, but at this point, I didn't really care. I had Roger in this moment.

...

Eventually we all made our way back to the hotel. David wound up bringing the girl he met from the club back with him. It was an awkward car ride as she kept glaring at me the whole time. Ronnie and I were getting ready for bed. She was in the bathroom brushing her teeth while I was sitting on my bed, combing out my hair. There was a knock on the door and I went to go answer it. It was Roger, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants that were hanging low on his waist. No matter how many times I've seen him without a shirt on, the sight of his body always made me blush.

"Sunshine, can I stay with you and Ronnie tonight?" He asked me. "David and his new friend are getting really friendly" He hinted. I let him in the room just as Ronnie walked out of the bathroom.

She stopped to look at Roger. "Jesus Christ, Roger. No wonder Maggie is into you"

"Ronnie, shut up!" I said. Roger couldn't help but laugh. God, his laugh. His laugh was beautiful. I looked at him again. He was beautiful. "Ronnie, is it alright if Roger stays with us tonight?"

"It's fine with me as long as you two don't end up fucking" She said.

Roger leaned in and purred in my ear. "No promises about that" He gave my ass a light smack before making his way to the bathroom.

I smiled, quite pleased with this whole situation. I sat back down on my bed while Ronnie got in hers. "Oh, pup, I hope it's okay but I gave Tony your phone number"

I blinked and looked at my sister. "What? Why?"

Ronnie frowned. "Because he seemed to really like you. And besides, you need more friends. Look, I'm not trying to set you two up, if that's what you think I'm trying to do. It just seemed like you two really hit it off. What's wrong, pup? I thought you liked him as well"

"I did, thank you" I said. I was sure Roger might have scared Tony off but I was wrong.

"Did you tell Roger about Ju--" Ronnie stopped herself when Roger came out of the bathroom. It fell silent as Roger climbed into bed with me. "Well goodnight, you two. I don't want to hear any moans or bed squeaking, alright?" Her lamp went out.

Roger reached and turned off the other lamp, leaving the room dark except for the moonlight peeking through the window's blinds. I turned so that I was facing my lover. The moonlight was hitting him perfectly, lighting up his eyes. His arm went around my waist and he pulled me against him, holding me close. I reached up to stroke his cheek. His eyes closed and he smiled. "Maggie Waters. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" He murmured tiredly.

"Sleep, my love" I cooed to him.

"Only if you'll be here when I wake up"

"I promise" I felt the lull of sleep overtake me as well. "Roger?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too" I stared at him as he slept. I thought about what I was questioning myself earlier on in the day. Roger wasn't just using me for personal gain, and it was silly of me to think so. He genuinely loved me, dare I say more than Billy ever has. Eventually, slumber got the best of me. I wouldn't remember what I dreamt about that night. All I know is that it was one of my best nights of sleep because I was in Roger's arms.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

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wreckofawriter · 5 years ago

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See you around One.

Pairing: Marvel x reader

Word Count: 3,866

Warnings: Swearing? Implied smut?

Request: Hello! I have searched everywhere, trying to find an imagine or fic for my boi Marvel. When I came across your blog and finding out you could write about him, my heart- I thought of a x reader insert where the reader is from another district and she catches Marvels attention, the other careers tease him about his crush and the night before the games they meet up and kiss or sumn else 👀 Thank you :)

A/n: ok so. All of this might not be accurate from the books but like idc. Umm sorry this took so long to come out, hope you guys like it.

Marvel had never been a very romantic boy. He had never liked a girl past the thought of her being hot, he had never wished for a girl in more than a sexual way and he sure as hell never dated a girl.

He stuck to himself in the academy and focused on training, it was easier that way. But here he was finding himself staring helplessly at you again and again, his eyes tracing over your body as you twirled a knife in your hand before thrusting it at a target, as always lodging itself into the red circle on its head.

"Marvel!" Cato yelled clapping his hands together to gain the boys attention.

Marvel tore his gaze away from you and glared at the other boy.

"What?" He asked sharply, visibly annoyed with the other careers.

"Can you please at least try and focus on something besides Four's ass?" Glimmer scoffed, "It makes us look weak."

"Please Glimmer the only thing making us look weak is your poor attempt at a shot," Marvel mumbled, "Now hand me that bow so you know what hitting a target is."

Glimmer rolled her eyes handing the boy the bow before walking off to talk with Clove.

Once she left he took a few shots before letting his eyes wander back to you. He knew it was wrong, but he could help himself.

He had first seen you in person just before the chariot parade and he had felt his breath leave his body.

You had been dressed in a maroon strapless bikini with a fishnet dress hanging loosely over your body. Your hair had been half up half down, curled slightly at the ends.

The boy had been in a daze the whole parade, he couldn't focus when he could run his eyes over so much of your smooth y/s/c skin. It was definitely true what they said, district four had the most attractive tributes.

Marvel was snapped from his daze when you began to head towards him. He quickly turned his gaze from you and back towards the targets attempting to ignore the color trickling up his neck. He knocked another arrow, pulled back the string and released. It wasn't a perfect shot but it was okay.

You were now beside him and he felt his cheeks rise in temperature.

"You almost done with that?" You asked, your voice strong and sharp.

Marvel turned towards you. Your hair hanging in a Dutch braid a few strands falling into your face. The tight shirt and pants you were wearing brought attention to your curves, your y/e/c eyes shining dangerously. Your eyebrows were raised in anticipation, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

"Almost." Marvel shrugged causing you to roll your eyes impatiently.

The tribute grabbed a final arrow all to aware of your judicious eyes watching him carefully. He once again knocked an arrow, pulling back the string and releasing smoothly.

You snorted quietly, trying to control your laughter.

Marvel turned back towards you his intense hazel eyes narrowed, "What?"

"Your doing it wrong." You laughed biting your deliciously pink lips.

"How would you know?" He asked scornfully.

"Well just from looking at one shot I can tell you're not floating your aim, your trying to pin-point it, which wont work well. You need to follow through mentally and focus in more in the smaller range your trying to hit" You smirked, "Also your grip is way too tight, you need to relax your hand."

Marvel attempted to mask his embarrassment with annoyance, "Is that all?" He drawled sarcastically despite his cheeks flashing crimson.

"Nope," You popped the 'p' in your lips. "You also should only use two fingers to pull back the string, you may feel like you have more power when you use three, but it fucks with your aim."

"Oh."

You laughed again, Marvel had never heard such a sweet sound. "Can I have the bow now?"

He nodded handing you the weapon, his face red, ego damaged.

You knocked an arrow pulling back the string and releasing, hitting the target square in the chest.

The embarrassed boy turned to leave but was stopped by you voice, "It also helps if you focus on your shot instead of on the girl throwing knives across the room."

Marvel blushed deeply and looked at anything but you, his gaze landed on the group of three who were now laughing and giggling behind their hands at him. His eyes were brought back to you when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder.

"I'm kidding you know, I don't really mind the staring, its refreshing." You shrugged.

"You don't get stared at often?" Marvel said in disbelief.

"I do, just usually by men twice my age or slimy creeps, not…" your voice trailed off as your eyes traced his body, "attractive young men."

"Oh." Marvel repeated his face warmer than it had ever been before, he noticed a bit of color in yours as well.

You knocked another arrow firing at the target to the left, "Also, I've seen you with a spear, your really good."

"Thanks." Marvel mumbled scratching the back of his neck.

"You'll have to give me some tips some time." Another arrow, this time at the target to the far right. "I can't throw a spear for shit."

"Y-yeah, sure." Marvel stuttered feeling his heart rate pick up at the idea of talking to you again.

"It's been fun talking to you Marvel, it's nice to know not all of the careers as assholes." You murmured nodding your head at the group of teenagers laughing at a young girl on the climbing wall.

"You too y/n." He paused before adding, "Good to know I have someone besides assholes to talk to."

"See you around One." You smiled before setting down the bow and heading over to a rope climbing section. Marvel watched you leave in a daze a small smile twitching on his lips.

The smile disappeared quickly when the group of three began to make their way towards him.

"How was your little chat lover boy?" Clove sneered.

"None of your business Clove." The boy murmured walking towards a rack of swords.

"Oh he's all bitter now that his girlfriend left." Glimmer pouted humorously.

"She's not my girlfriend." Marvel grumbled angrily, picking up a short Dao sword with leather handle.

"Oh but you wish she was." Clove snickered.

"Trust me your going to be happy that she isnt when were in the arena and I drive a knife through her pretty little ne-" Catos words were cut off when a sword was suddenly thrust centimeters from his neck. Glimmer gasped Clove room an instinctive step backwards.

"I'd watch what you say if I were you." Marvel hissed his voice low and dark, "Wouldn't want to get hurt now would we?"

Cato leaned forward, almost touching his neck to the sharp blade, "You need to get a hold on your emotions One, or you'll get yourself killed over some stupid girl." He spat.

Marvels eyes darkened with rage but before any action could be taken the boys were pulled apart, the blade pushed from Marvels hand.

You watched from your perch in the netting strug along the ceiling. You hadn't heard Marvels words but you couldn't help but smile as you watched a blade was put to Catos neck. You hoped you would be the one to get him in the arena.

The next time you and Marvel spoke was the day after the fight as you stood in line waiting for your turn to throw knives.

You nodded your head sending silent respect to Clove. She may have been a complete bitch but she definitely had some skill.

"You're better than her you know." Marvel stated, suddenly appearing next to you.

"I don't know about that, but I do know I'm better than you." You smiled, turning to face the boy. He had been the first to throw, they were on target but the rotation was off causing the handle to hit the target instead of the blade.

"Well, you are definitely better than Clove, she can hit some but she misses quite often as well. I've never seen you miss."

"I've never seen her miss." You shrugged taking a step forward as the boy from three reached for a knife.

"Well I have." Marvel smirked, "How did you get so good with knives? I thought tributes from four were supposed to be good with tridents and spears?"

You snorted, "We all know that spears are your thing One."

"Well, why are you so good with knives and a bow? We all know that not fours thing."

You sighed, "My dad cleaned fish for a living, I have been around knives my whole life. They are definitely different types but once you get good with a blade, it's easy to pick up another. I started throwing when I was nine, my dad got me a set of throwing knives for my birthday."

Marvel nodded, he wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't trained in an academy for most of his life, what would he be good at then?

"And I'm good with a bow because I have always been terrible with a spear. I used to use arrows with fishing line attached to fish instead. I got really good at it."

"Cool." Marvel nodded he opened his mouth to continue the conversation but was cut off.

"District Four!" The trainer shouted.

"See you around One." You smirked before stepping and forward grabbing the set of knives, standing on the platform to wait for the targets to light up.

You could feel four sets of eyes boring into you, you turned to see all four Careers staring at you. Cloves mouth twitched into a sneer her eyes narrowed.

You glared back before turning back to the targets.

You took a deep breath in and waited. The second the target lit up red you sent a blade into its chest where it landed with a thump. The next target lit up and a knife lodged itself into its head. Another target and you released a blade with perfect aim.

You took in a deep breath, the last targets were two at once. Clove had to take one shot then the other because she couldn't throw with her left but you were used to throwing with your left hand.

Both targets lit at once and you released a knife from each hand, hitting both in the head. You smirked looking back at the careers, Clove shrugged raising her eyebrows, Glimmer rolled her eyes and Cato was glaring at Marvel who had a lopsided smile plastered on his face.

"You were right." You said as you descended from the platform. "I am better than Clove."

The next two weeks were a constant flirtatious banter between you and Marvel. You would tell small stories to each other about your family's or your interests. Just quick things while you were waiting in line or practicing side by side. You would both sprinkle suggestive remarks and various complements into your conversations making the other blush as well.

You could still feel his eyes locked on you when you spared with a trainer or climbed the wall, but it's not like you didn't stare. You had found your self following his movements as he thrust a spear into a target or admiring his muscular form as he pinned a trainer to the ground, he sure as hell wasn't ugly.

Marvel got into one more fight before the games. It was four days before the game, the boy from district eight had been hovering around you all day, chatting and training with you. Marvel had been on nerve since he had seen the boy graze his hand along your arm that morning.

"Somebody's jealous." Glimmer cooed as Marvels jaw clenched watching as the boy from eight showed you how to grip an axe.

"I am not jealous." Marvel scoffed reaching for the next spear angrily and thrusting it at the target.

"Oh please," Glimmer snickered, "a blind man could see it, your jealous because another boy is flirting with your girlfriend."

"She's not my-

"Yeah, yeah we know, we've been over it." Clove interrupted rolling his eyes. "Catos right you know."

"Never heard that sentence before." Marvel jeered grabbing another spear and thrusting it at the target.

"Well he is, you need to get your emotions in check before they check you." Clove stated looking back up at Marvel who's eyes and attention was elsewhere.

The girls followed his gaze to you and Eight just as you bent over to pick up an axe you dropped. Eights eyes danced over you hungrily before reaching out and grabbing your ass. Marvel dropped the spear he was holding with a loud clang, the two girls glanced at each other knowing this wasn't going to end well.

You spun around anger radiating from you, your eyes dark and dangerous, fists clenched.

The boy put his hands up in surrender "Sorry." He scoffed, "I just thought you were an easy fuck."

Your fist connected with his jaw wand he sprawled to the ground,his hand flying to his jaw. You were about to advance on him once more but Marvel beat you to it.

He grabbed the boy off the ground lifting him by his shirt into the air, "You touch her again and I will kill you before you even get a chance to look at the arena." Marvel snarled his eyes narrowed.

He threw the boy to the ground and began to advance on him but was pushed back by a man in white body armor.

"Step back! I said step back!"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, I'm back." Marvel spoke harshly backing away his hands raised. His gaze softened when he turned to you only to be met with anger.

Your eyes were set in an icy stare but much to Marvel's surprise it was directed straight at him.

"Y/n?" He asked softly, taking a step towards you.

You scoffed turning and walking away from the tribute.

You had effectively ignored Marvel for two days, and he had no idea why.

It made him angry, confused and heartbroken. You wouldn't even look at him, the feeling of your eyes lingering over him disappeared completely after the fight.

Cato and Glimmer tried to convince him to forget about you and move on and he tried, he kept telling himself it was stupid to start to like you anyway, you would be trying to kill each other in a matter of days. He thought if he had time away from you it would be easier in the arena.

He was terribly wrong, your complete absence made things worse, he found himself imagining your touch and taste more than ever now. He had dreams about you, they varied from kissing you to killing you. Some gave him relief when he awoke, others made him wish he had stayed asleep. He missed your small chats, your cunning smile and your sweet laughter desperately.

You sat in the private sessions waiting room running the plan you and your mentor had made over and over again in your head. He had said if you got a nine or over he could get you some sponsors. So that's what you were going to do.

You were tapping your foot nervously when the door at the front swung open to reveal Marvel, a thin layer of sweat made his face shine his dusty blonde hair was a tousled mess he glanced at you his hazel eyes locking with your y/e/c ones for just a second before yours darted away.

The next time you saw each other was before your interviews. You were adorned in a white and blue top that reached just before your belly button with a matching skirt that had two slits in the fabric where your legs were, making the skirts material fall around your skin. Gold painted swirls twisted around your arms and legs paired with golden dots at the corner of your eyes and a golden tiara to match.

It took everything in Marvel not to slam you against the wall and kiss you right there, but he kept his composure and calmly made his way over to you much to the other careers amusement.

When you saw him coming you turned to leave but were stopped by his voice.

"Please y/n, just listen to me." He begged making you turn to face him. Marvel was in a blue and yellow tux, his hair combed back neatly his eyes desperate and longing.

"What?" you snapped harshly.

Marvel smiled a bit, he hadn't even expected you to speak to him. "You look amazi-"

"Don't attempt to flatter me Marvel, what do you want?" You hissed despite the color rising in your cheeks.

He leaned in close to you, his breath on your neck making you shiver. "Meet me near the elevator on the second floor at midnight tonight." He whispered, "Please."

Marvel then walked back to the front of the line. He heard giggles from Clove and turned to face her. When he turned Cato got down to his knees in front of Clove. "Oh please, y/n please talk to me, I'm so desperately in love with you please." He mocked.

Clove responded with, "Don't attempt to flatter me!" Before bursting into a fit of giggles Cato mimicking her actions.

"You two are childish." Marvel scoffed rolling his eyes.

"Well at least we're not in love with a girl they are going to have to kill." Cato pointed out causing Marvel to flush.

"I'm not in love with her dumbas-

"District 1!" A voice called and Marvel rolled his eyes before ascending the stairs to the stage.

You debated meeting Marvel for a long time. On one hand you were pissd at him, on the other you really, really wanted to see him, run your hands through his soft hair and kiss his boyish pink lips.

Finally after two hours of pacing and debating you slipped into the elevator, heart racing. You pressed the button next to the number two and listen to the soft hum as it dropped you three levels.

The doors opened with a soft ding and you were met with a relieved pair of hazel eyes.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." Marvel said softly, reaching for you hand and pulling you through the penthouse his district was staying in.

He lead you to a bedroom shutting the door softly before turning to face you.

"Why are you so mad at me?" His voice was kind yet melancholy when he spoke.

You sighed walking over to the window where you could see the people of the capital partying below.

"I barely touched that guy I don't understand."

"It's not about how much you hurt the guy." You huffed in annoyance.

"Well then what is it?" Marvel asked joining you beside the window.

"It's the fact that you stepped in, you made me look weak." You explained looking down at your hands.

Marvel stood silently, unsure of what to do, he was slowly realizing how him stepping in to save her could appear on her end, especially in front of the gamemakers.

"I-im really sorry, y/n I didn't mean to." The boy stuttered, "I just got so mad when I saw him touch you. I wanted to help you."

You glared up at him, "I was fine by myself. I was handling it."

"I know, you were, it was stupid of me to step in I just…" he exhaled loudly not exscatly sure what happened himself. "I got so angry I couldn't stop myself."

"You should try to keep your emotions in check." You scoffed.

"You think I haven't tried?" Marvel seethed.

"Try harder." You hissed back.

"You make it very difficult!" He defend quietly, not wanting to wake the other people in the apartment.

You sighed looking down again.

"If it's any consolation, you got a higher score than me." Marvel mumbled.

"That did feel good." You smiled, your happiness was cut short when you were reminded of your impending doom by a particularly loud cheer from the crowd below you.

You reached slowly for Marvel's hand brushing your knuckles against his. He quickly grabbed your hand, wrapping it in his own.

"I don't want to have to kill you tomorrow." You mumbled a tear leaking from your y/e/c eye.

"I know," Marvel sighed sadly lifting your chin with one of his fingers to meet his gaze. "I don't either."

"I'm sorry." You whispered you voice breaking.

"For what?" Marvel asked confusion momentary taking over his features.

"For this." You murmured before placing your lips on his.

You kissed him softly, feeling his lips dance slowly against your own, he tasted minty and sharp, reminding you of the peppermint candies you used to steal from your kitchen. When you felt his tongue grazed your lips you pulled away.

"If I do this I don't think I'll be able to kill you." You whispered dropping his hands.

"We only have tonight." Marvel mumbled tracing your jawline softly, "I don't want to waste it."

Against your better judgement you slammed your lips back onto his. This kiss was much more aggressive. It was desperate and lustful, so drastic from the first kiss you shared.

Marvel pushed you roughly against the wall sliding his tongue into your mouth without hesitation, his hands holding your waist firmly. Your own hands found the back of his neck, one of the two sliding up to his smooth hair.

His lips moved from your own down your jaw to your neck leaving marks that were sure to be bruised tomorrow. You moaned quietly when his lips danced just above your collarbone.

Marvel lifted you up and walked you over to the bed his lips meeting yours quickly because the truth was you did only have one night.

The next morning you woke to a shriek followed by muffled giggles.

You darted upward to see Glimmer standing in the door entrance hand clasped over her mouth, eyes wide.

"Oh my god!" She yelled making you flush red when you realized you had no clothes on and was in an equally naked boys arms.

Marvel quickly jerked awake flashing red before yelling "Glimmer get out!" And throwing a pillow at the girl before turning to you.

"Sorry, she has no concept of personal space." He mumbled, face a light pink.

"I better get out of here." You sighed sadly, wanting to stay in bed with him forever.

"Yeah. You probably should." Marvel agreed his voice equally glum.

You stood up the cold air hitting you in a wave before you gathered your clothes and got dressed.

The whole time you could feel his eyes following you. You turned and looked at the boy, a small forced smile taking your lips.

"See you around One." You mumbled before turning and walking out through the door.

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luvd0nghyuck · 6 years ago

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an awaited love♡

it was unlikely to vision the school's bad boy and good girl to date but hey, anything's possible.

it was a daily routine since they were both stressed. y/n, head of the cheer team and library aide before and after school while haechan was the leader of the dreamies and captain of the football team.

you may be curious as to how complete opposites ever crossed paths romantically and it was all from a detention in the library. haechan stole a go cart to drive his friend, chenle to the nearest bathroom during football practice so he can take a shit. which landed haechan right in between the aisles of the book shelves and a game of 21 questions between the both of you since he was bored.

"is it true that you smoke weed and drink alocohol?" i ask.

"yeah... people who has never tried it before always looks down upon it but its not that bad once you try... you want me to burn you out?

"WHAT?" i blurted out accidentally but i realized that this is a library so i slapped my hand over my mouth.

"you do know that it's just the two of us right? the librarian isn't even here." he said as he decides to sit on the floor and place the book on the lowest shelf and absentmindedly i just sit down along with him.

"what do you mean burn me out? what does that even mean?" i ask as curiosity kills the cat but instead of answer back, he smiled like he had a devious plan.

i had the joint my mouth as he was lighting up the other end with his red lighter. as it caught on fire, he blew it out and told me to suck and i did as hard as i could and then he took the joint of my mouth as he saw that i took a hard hit. my eyes were watering and my throat was getting scratchy, itching to cough but he told me before we started that i have to hold in the smoke as long as i can.

"hold it in y/n, don't cough it out yet." he attempted to courage me but for 10 more seconds i had to cough the foreign smoke out of my lungs. as he watched me cough it out, he patted my back and told me to spit it out if i had to since we were hiding on top of the library's roof. as i was collecting the clean air throughout my lungs, he patiently waited for me to calm down and when i did, he asked: "wanna hit it again?"

...

and that was the funny yet confidential start as to how we began to affiliate with each other. before i always admired him from afar but i knew to stay away since he was bad news. but whatever happens, happens and i don't regret meeting haechan at all. that night of his detention, we were stoned to the bone and we discussed everything we could to get to know each other and it was all in one night. we talked about our favorite genre of music to our biggest fears and dreams, our hobbies to our pet peeves, or our future plans and our past.

the more we talked, the more i felt myself getting comfortable with him, and the more i started to admire how his tanned skin looked so beautiful in the sky's sunset. the way his orange dyed hair suited him and brought out his brown eyes. the way his voice was soothing to listen to and made me feel drowsy (or maybe that was just the weed) .

there was a moment where we both stopped talking and let the silence talk for us and let our thoughts roam. i thought about how life and school wasn't as eventful as i thought it was, it was just a routine. wake up, get ready, eat breakfast, go to the library, go to class, go to cheer practice or go to the library then go home to do homework. i realized nobody ever asked me to hang out or invited me to parties or asked me out on dates because i was stuck in a routine. nothing new and no changes. but hanging out with haechan made me see a whole new world.

"hey y/n"

"hmm?"

"i'm glad that i got detention." he said and i just quietly laughed to myself because i knew what he meant.

"and i'm glad you stole that go-cart." he said and his red eyes turned to me and smiled at me.

"you know i like you like this." he stated as he slowly tucked my hair behind my ear and i blushed.

"oh yeah? why?"

"your hair is down. i never see your hair down. your eyes, they're red but i can see that you're genuinely content like you found a peace within yourself." he said truthfully and in all honesty, what he said was accurate. my whole life has always been lived in safety. i never did do anything exciting, most likely because my parents control my life and i'm already given the nickname 'the school's good ice princess'. "i've never really told anyone this but i always admired you from afar." he said as he took another hit from the joint and passed it to me as shock slowly registers within me.

"n-no way." i said while taking the joint from his fingers and taking a hit as he exhaled the smoke.

"oh yes way, i always thought to myself that you were too good for me to ever confess to you. your pretty little self intimated the schools bad boy." he confessed. and that just made me take a second hit as i couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. i kept in the weed induced smoke in my lungs until i felt the need to breathe which was awhile and enough time to think of what to say back.

"i had no idea but i'm kinda mad now cus it's senior year now and i wished you would've confessed to me early because i would've accepted your confession." i truthfully said and i passed the joint back to him but he just began to shake his head.

"naaah you wouldn't date someone like me." he said and i felt a little sad as to why he would say something like that.

"why would you say that? you didn't even know me before." i say, fully facing him only to see he was always sitting towards me.

"no but i knew of you and before i knew you were a straight A student, you always smelled like green apples and shea butter, you didn't like the school's cheeseburgers since it the cheese just looks like cum on top of the burger, and you never used pencils and how you-" i cut him off by softly placing my lips on his because i was starting to get tired of him ramble about me. i tasted weed and the flavor gum we're both chewing awhile ago. but what really snatched my soul was how he reacted back, he kissed me with in undeniable passion as if he waited years for this exact moment and he's trying to tell me that he's in love with me. it was slow but the burning within ourselves was empowering. as we parted, it was like static electricity.

"wow" i said. "that was my first." i said quietly.

"same" he said and i looked at him slowly in disbelief. "what? have you ever heard one rumor of me sleeping around? that's all jaemin, not me." he said seriously and i just chuckled and i couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek. he was overwhelmingly cute.

"what was that for?" he asked.

"for all the years you waited to confess to me." i said and i kissed him on the other cheek once more. "for all the years you admired me from afar." i kissed once more on his forehead. "for all the years you studied me and my natural self." i kissed him chin. "for all the years you thought i was too good for you." i kissed his nose. "for all the years you probably wished for this moment." i kissed his lips. "for all the years we missed out together."

as i pulled back to study his face, his eyes were barely open, hash and undeniably happy from all the love and affection i'm giving him, i just had to laugh until my stomach growled then my mouth watered and tacos came into my mind. then it was his turn to laugh.

"let's get out of here" he said as he slowly got up and brought me up along with him too. i stumbled a little and he caught me in a tight embrace. and cringy me i just had to laugh.

"sorry this is so cliché" while he rolled his eyes and let go of his hold on me and my legs went jelly. only for him to catch me once more. "jerk" i muttered as he laughed and helped me slowly walked out of the library building and into his car. he paid for our tacos and i swear it tasted like heaven.

"damn so you got the munchies huh?" he asked, eyes still red with a smug laugh. i just slowly nodded my head while i slowly enjoyed my taco. he just shaked his head and ate more of his taco but continuing to stare at me. although i was as high as a kite in the sky, i can feel his eyes on my face until i stopped eating to ask him what.

"oh nothing, you're just so beautiful and i'm just glad you decided to be mines." he said as his clean hand rubbed my thigh underneath the table. darn these booth tables, i'm trying to eat, not be sexually aroused. i almost choked on my food and it made him stop.

"oh, are you okay?" he asked and began to pass me the coke. i drank until i stopped choking and nodded my head to show that my gag reflex was fine now.

we finished our tacos and in the car, he asked if i wanted anything else. although i was still hungry, i didn't want to be a burden.

"im fine" i said only for my stomach to growl again.

"okay yeah no, we're going to 7-eleven." he said before putting his keys into the ignition.

as we arrived to the nearest store he told me the exact words "get whatever you want." and five minutes later, i had armful of a big bag of doritos, a pickle, oreos, a coke, kit-kat, and a pint of cookies and cream ice cream. he laughed as i dropped all of the snacks onto the counter and gave the cashier a $20 bill, as he got gum, a slushee, and eye drops. as the lady bagged our items, he told her to keep the change. we walked out with him holding the bags and me opening the door and unlocking the doors as we both got into his lexus.

"i don't know why i'm so hungry. i usually don't eat this much." i said ashamed while opening my bag of chips. he just laughed as he began to exit out of 7-eleven's parking lot.

"when you get high, you can get the munchies. munchies is when you get really hungry and crave for food mostly snacks but you can eat meals too." he said and the information slowly processed into my brain as i munched loudly on my snacks. he gave me a quick glance and laughed again.

"why are you laughing at me?" i ask completely clueless.

"because you're exactly everything i ever wanted and you've never changed over these past years i have admired you." he said and all i can think of was 'oh... so he in love love.' i turned on his radio and my favorite song better by khalid played. and it was like i can hear every beat and instrument and backup vocals playing in the song.

it was only 9 pm and he asked if i needed to go home and i said no since my parents know i usually get home late by bus which angered him a little.

"you're no longer allowed to catch the bus anymore. i will pick you up and drop you off. okay?" he asked as he gripped my thigh and i shakily replied.

"o-okay"

"okay good." and he drove towards the lookout of the entire city.

"why are we here?" i asked.

"you're still high and i just wanna take you home when you're able to walk properly." and i just nodded deciding he was right since my parents would be pissed if they knew i did marijuana.

i munched on my snacks as haechan posted a quick pic of the view from his car and his caption was "nothing feels better than this" since it was the song that was playing and then he posted it on his ig story.

when i finished all of my snacks, i faced the other way to let out a long and loud burp. instead of him being disgusted all he said was "okay first of all, wow that was impressive and second of all i don't know why you're facing the other way, i need some of that talented burp." and began to fan the air towards his face and i laughed out loud as i stopped him from smelling my dinner.

"oh here" he said as he passed me eye drops. i accepted them and began to drop them into my eyes. "do you have perfume by any chance?" he asked me and i nodded my head. "good, spray yourself with that." and i did as told as we began to take our leave from the lookout and back to my neighborhood which is the same neighborhood that he lives in.

we drove into my driveway and i didnt want to leave his car. "as much as i want you to stay with me y/n, you have to go home to your parents or else they will call 911 on your ass." and i nodded my head since he's always right.

"you're right" i said with a sad sigh yet i couldn't help the growing smile on my face as i thought about what i did today with him. "thank you for today. i'm very grateful and i hope we can do this again."

"sure we can do this tomorrow." he said calmly.

"omg are you serious?" i said and he nodded for me to smother him in kisses all over his face.

"thank you! thank you! thank you!" i said and gave him one last kiss on his soft lips, it was similar to the one on the roof except this one was given in a relief type of way. as we pulled away, we were bith breathless.

"i am so whipped for you." and i just giggled before grabbing my things and exiting the car.

"thank you again and get home safely!" i said.

"my house is down the street, i think the worst thing that can happen to me is a speed bump." he said cockily and i just rolled my eyes.

"i don't care just be safe." and he just nodded and smiled.

"okay, okay, go wash up and shower. dont forget to dm me your number before you sleep. okay?"

"okay" i say and smile before biting my bottom lip.

"oh don't do that before i'm about to leave. leaving you is hard enough already." i laugh once again before sending him off for real this time.

"bye haechan"

"okay bye." he said before putting the car into drive and i began to walk up my steps until he honked. "see you tomorrow babes!"

and just like that my heart was stolen.

my parents were in their rooms so i quietly showered and laid in my bed as i texted haechan my number.

he sent me a good night text since it was 11 pm and we both had a busy schedule and i couldn't wait to have our weed date again.

and that's the funny yet fluffy story of how y/n and haechan became the good couple/bad couple.

#haechan #badboy #highschool #au #nctdream #nct #fluff #nct127 #donghyuck #leedonghyuck #goodgirl #weed

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rogeriswater · 2 years ago

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Don’t Leave Me Now

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events asnd people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, sexually explicit language, maggie and roger having horny thoughts about each other

~m.r~

Tonight was the night of my first official performance with Pink Floyd. Clea came over to help me get ready for it, and she was also gonna go with me when Roger came to pick me up. I asked Billy if he wanted to come but he didn't want to. Typical.

You know, just maybe, for tonight I don't think about him. This is supposed to be a night where I have fun. And I will. Maybe in more ways than one. Maybe with a specific person in mind.

When we went shopping, it had been Clea who picked out my outfit. She wanted me to wear something sexy. Something that would keep Roger's attention all night.

What she chose was a short black dress that just came just below my bum. The sleeves were long and loose, but it was tight around my body, showing off the curves of my body, breasts and ass included. It was accessorized with a black leather sequined belt and thigh high leather boots.

"And you went without underwear, right?" Clea asked. I gave her a look as she finished applying my eyeliner. "What? If you want Roger to—"

"Nothing is gonna happen between us tonight" I told her. "But, yeah, I'm not wearing any"

"You could let him finger you at least" Clea really had no filter. She was so hellbent on Roger and I getting together. Not once had she ever tried getting me to have an affair with a guy. Why does she want me with Roger so bad?

A knock on the door interrupted us. I walked up to the door. I smoothed out my dress before I opened it. Of course, it was Roger. He had a bouquet of flowers with him.

"For you, my sunshine" He smiled at me.

I took the flowers from him. "Oh, Roger. These are beautiful" I pressed my nose into the soft petals. God, these smelled wonderful. "Thank you, pumpkin. Please, come in" He walked past me and I could smell is cologne. He smelled really nice too. Nicer than the flowers.

Roger was dressed quite nicely. He was in a colorful shirt that hugged his body quite nicely. He wore a scarf to match. His pants were a simple black but quite stylish at the same time. On his feet he wore a pair of boots. I wasn't going to lie. He looked very sexy.

“Are you here alone?" Roger asked.

"No. My friend Clea is here. I hope it's alright but I invited her to come watch us"

"That's okay" I could feel Roger looking at me. His gaze felt so intense. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was mentally undressing me. I quickly looked his way. I caught his eyes rake over my entire body and his tongue dart out to lick his lips.

Fuck, that was hot. Why was that so hot? Why was he making me feel so hot? Why was Roger in general just so hot?

I was finished putting the flowers into a vase. Roger's attention was off of me now and was instead inspecting things around the apartment. I watched him. I let my eyes shamelessly wander over his tall body. They lingered when I noticed just how tight his pants were.

Fuck, was that bulge in his pants what I think it is? I squeezed my legs together just thinking about it. Why was Roger doing this to me? Making me feel this way?

"You must be Roger!" Thank God. Clea had come to my rescue. I quickly pushed all of my lustful thoughts of Roger away. "I'm Maggie's friend, Clea Hutton"

"Pleasure to meet you, Clea" Roger said. "I actually saw you with Maggie the night the two of us met"

I could see Clea smirking. I could tell she was up to no good. "Can I tell you a secret, Roger?" He nodded, to which she leaned forward so he could whisper in his ear. I couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Really?" Roger glanced my way. He bit his plump bottom lip as he smirked. My cheeks felt warm. Please, Roger, you have to stop looking at me like that. I heard Clea giggle as she kept whispering something to him.

"Okay, I think we should get going" I walked over to them. I practically shoved Clea out the door. As soon as I did, I asked her. "What did you say to him?"

Clea winked at me. "You'll thank me for it later!" She went off ahead.

I looked to Roger, hoping to get an answer from him. "What did she say?"

Roger didn't answer me. Instead, he wrapped his arm around my waist. "Let's get going, sunshine" He began to walk on ahead, taking me with him.

~r.w~

Maggie looked really fucking sexy in that dress. It was going to be really hard to play tonight if all I was going to do was pay attention to was her tonight. The three of us squeezed into the back seat of the taxi. Maggie was sat in between Clea and I.

"I noticed your husband wasn't home" I mentioned. I could hear Clea scoffing at the mention of him. I'm guessing she didn't like him much. Neither did I, but her reason is most likely very different from mine. "Did he not want to come see you tonight?"

"Look, Roger, can we not discuss Billy right now?" She said. I would be perfectly fine with that. In fact, I would be perfectly fine never discussing him at all. "I don't want to think about him tonight. I just want to have fun tonight and do a good job"

I smiled at her. I couldn't help but take her hand in mine. "You're going to be wonderful, sunshine. I already know it"

"Is Judy going to be there?" Maggie asked.

"It's not really her scene" I explained. As supportive as she was, Judy never really did come to any of the shows. She's the kind of person who'd rather have a quiet night at home. "But Juliette and Lindy will be there. They're Richard's girlfriend and Nick's wife"

"I'm looking forward to meeting them" Maggie hadn't pulled her hand away from mine. She was looking right at me. Her eyes were so hypnotizing. "Roger, I..." She trailed off. What was she gonna say?

"What?" C'mon, Maggie. You can tell me anything. I'll keep any secret you tell me.

Maggie shook her head, and, to my dismay, pulled her hand away from mine. "It's nothing" She said. I saw something flash in her eyes. Was it guilt?

The rest of the ride, Maggie stayed quiet, leaving Clea and I to talk. I kept stealing glances at Maggie. She just kept looking forward. Was she okay? It wasn't something I did, was it?

~m.r~

We made it to the UFO Club. Clea was the first one out of the taxi. Roger got out and then held out his hand for me. I smiled at him, taking his hand in mine as he helped me out of the car. "Thank you, Rog"

"You okay, Mags?" He asked, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. "You went quiet on me"

I looked up at him. He stared at me with those soft, gorgeous green eyes of his. My stomach fluttered. "Of course"

Roger nodded and let go of my hand. "I'll meet you inside" He went on inside the club. I stared after him. I could hear the clicking of Clea's heels against the ground as she approached me.

"You have got it bad" Clea sang, propping her arm on my shoulder. "Look, if the opportunity presents itself tonight, I think you should take it"

"What opportunity?" Clea didn't answer. She gave a wink and a smirk before making her way inside. I didn't need her to explain. I knew what she meant. And honestly, I was secretly hoping for that opportunity to come tonight.

I had a quick smoke before making my way inside. I immediately spotted Clea, it was hard not too with that faux fur coat she always wore. She was getting friendly with two women that she was sitting with. I approached them.

"You must be Maggie!" One of the women said to me. I was going to take a guess and say that these two were Lindy, Nick's girlfriend, and Juliette, Richard's wife. "Roger wasn't lying when he said you were pretty!"

I blushed at that. "Roger talks about me?"

The other woman talked. "Oh yes. He called both of us to tell us about you. I'm Juliette, by the way. You can call me Julie"

"Then that would make you Lindy" I said while looking to her.

"Yep!" Lindy said, nodding while giggling. "We almost thought Clea was you, but then realized that she didn't have the silky and shiny blonde hair as passionately described by Roger"

"He said that?" I ran my fingers through my hair. Roger really thought that? Billy barely notices when I get my hair done. Nope. No Billy tonight. I wasn't going to think about him.

Julie tapped Clea on the arm. "Tell me, were they flirting in the car on the way here?"

"There were lingering gazes and touching" Clea gossiped. Lindy and Julie giggled. "And I could feel the sexual tension!"

"Mags!" Someone called out for me. Who else would it be but Roger? He motioned for me to come up on the stage. He stood there with his bass while the other three were setting up. I stepped up onto the stage and stood by Roger.

"You know the songs, right?" He asked.

"Yes" I answered confidently. Roger began playing a bass line. I immediately knew what he was doing. He was testing me to see. When he finished, he looked at me, waiting for an answer. "Astronomy Dominé"

"Very good" Roger stated, clearly impressed. "How about this one?" He played another bass line.

"Interstellar Overdrive. No vocals for that one. I just dance and look pretty"

Roger smiled widely at me. It was cute the way his eyes crinkled. "Are you sure you never wanted to be a musician?"

"That never meant I didn't love music" I told him. I nudged him playfully with my shoulder. "So, where do you usually stand for your performances?"

"For our performances, my place is right next to you" Roger said. He stepped closer to me so that there was barely any space between us. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. "Would that be alright with you?"

"That's fine" We just kind of stood there, staring at each other. I caught his eyes flicking down to my lips. All he'd have to do is lean down and press his lips to mine. Or I could just stand on my tiptoes and make the first move instead.

"Lovebirds!" Syd broke us out of our intense gazing. We both turned to look at him. "Maggie, are you ready? Do you know the songs?"

"I do" I nodded.

"Good. We all have faith in you. Remember, I'll still be singing harmonies with you and Richard will be joining for a couple of songs, but it'll mostly be you"

"I've got it. Thanks, Syd" He gave me a smile before taking his place. I walked over to the microphone. Roger took his place next to me. "Do you sing by chance, Rog?" I asked him.

"I'm not a very good singer, to be honest" He admitted.

"Oh, I doubt that. Was it your voice I heard during Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk?" He nodded. "Then I think it's beautiful"

Roger snorted. "Hardly as beautiful as yours"

"Sing it with me when it comes up" I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could. "Please?" For the cherry on top, I pouted my bottom lip and batted my eyelashes.

The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a grin. "Of course I will, sunshine"

An announcement was made, telling the club goers that our set was about to start. I managed to catch Clea's eyes in the crowd. She winked and then blew a kiss at me. I also saw both Lindy and Julie mouth "good luck" to me.

"Before we start the show tonight" Roger had started speaking into his mic. "I would like to introduce you to the newest member of Pink Floyd, the lovely Maggie Robinson"

Everyone in the crowd clapped and cheered. The band began to play and I began to sing. Considering how extremely nervous I was, I did manage to remember all the lyrics. And I really got into it. I danced and sang my heart out.

Throughout the night, I could feel Roger's eyes on me. I turned to look at him a couple times. He would always throw me a wink whenever we locked eyes. Roger got really into the music too. He would make these sudden jolts and honestly it was adorable.

And his fingers. Those long and beautiful fingers. It made me wonder. If he played the bass like that, what else could he do with those fingers?

~r.w~

I couldn't help but watch Maggie all night. How could I not? She was doing a fantastic job. And the way she danced was so hypnotizing. The way her hips swayed, the way she ran her fingers through her hair, it was so sensual. Could she move like that if she was on top of me?

Her voice was so beautiful. She could lure sailors to their deaths. Do her moans sound as pretty? I bet they do. I wanted to hear my name spill from her mouth as she reaches her peak of pleasure.

And those pretty lips. They were painted red. I found myself becoming jealous of the microphone she was singing into. It got to kiss her lips every time she touched it. I bet they would feel soft on my own mouth. I bet they would feel soft wrapped around my cock.

Fuck, I was getting hard just thinking about it. I knew she wasn't wearing anything under that dress. Clea had told me so earlier in the evening. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she wanted us to get together.

I didn't care about the fact that I had a girlfriend, or the fact that Maggie was married. I needed to get her alone with me after the show. Would she be able to forget about her husband? Would she be able pretend that she wasn't married for one night?

Would one night even be enough for me? Or would I be craving her like a drug afterwards?

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