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kiemiu · 25 days ago

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𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: 𝓛𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝓞𝐧 𝓜𝐞

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 3.2k

summary -> a concerning message from sae-byeok leaves you desperately scrambling to help her. warnings -> injuries, and blood but that's about it.

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3:01AM

Sae-Byeok’s ability to keep up with her payments at the orphanage was nothing short of puzzling. After the stunt she pulled—swiping the first week’s payment from you without a second thought—you couldn’t shake the nagging questions that filled your mind. How had she managed to pay her way for the rest of the month? What was she doing behind the scenes to where she’d show up bruised and battered? You couldn’t escape the questions that hovered over you, particularly the ones about where she went after hours and vanished for days on end, you desperately wanted to know what kept her disappearing so often. The unanswered questions gnawed at you, haunting every waking moment you got to yourself.

Tonight Sae-Byeok hadn’t showed up, leaving you pacing around the foyer in worry whenever you got the chance away from the kids and your mother. Wringing your hands relentlessly, picking at the loose pieces of fabric on your sweater, knee bouncing in place whenever you sat down, eyes falling back to the front door, hoping to see her shadowy figure getting ready to knock on the door or ring the doorbell. your anxiety was at an all time high.

Your thoughts were swirling with worry and concern, your breath laboring as your head fell in your hands. You couldn't take it anymore, roughly slamming your foot down on the wooden floor beneath you, and picking yourself up to walk into the kitchen, your eyes rapidly searching for your mother.

She’d occupied herself with cutting up boiled eggs for her lunch tomorrow, her eyes laser focused as she listened intently to the old truce crime podcast play through her speakers. “Mom,” you quietly began, voice tentative as you started the movement of wringing your hands once again, “Do—um, Do you think Sae-Byeok could sleep in the attic for a while? I know it’s not much, but it’s better than wherever she could be now. I mean-”

Without even glancing over her shoulder, your mother cuts you off dismissively, her hand waving you off as she mutters out, “If you’re so concerned, why don’t you offer your own room?” her tone mocking as she made it clear that she had no interest in renting out a place in the orphanage for a stranger. You could understand her point of view, you just wished she wasn't so impertinent about it.

Her response stung more than you’d like to admit. You had to remind yourself to disconnect from her time and time again. Always wanting to build a relationship with her and getting close to it only soon to be reminded by who she really is when she responds so bitterly to the things you do.

All you wanted to do was help, you really did, but her dismissive tone made it feel impossible to get through to her. You curled your fist in an attempt to fight back the urge to snap at her, to ask her why it was so hard to see things your way. Instead, you rolled your eyes in silent frustration and let out a sigh. You were starting to believe she’d never understand you.

You turned on your heel, concerned deepening at her disappearance. Where was she? What happened to her? Is she okay? Those three questions spun around your head on repeat day in and day out. You could feel them, gnawing at you, even as you stepped outside after gathering all of your things, a slam of the front door behind you as the cool air washed over your heated skin.

You walked to your car, a huff escaping your lips as your brows furrowed in. Mixed in anger at the way your mother shuts you down with such ease, while trailing back to the whereabouts of Sae-Byeok. Just as you brought your hand out from your jacket pocket to pull on the car door handle, your phone buzzed in your pocket. The sudden vibration startling you out of your mild rage fit.

Kang Sae-Byeok :)

Are you busy?

The message from Sae-Byeok appeared on your screen, your eyes so focused on the screen you didn't notice the way your heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t reached out ever since she told you to refer to her as Kang, the suddenness of the brief message—although filled you with relief in your sudden state—felt off, unsettling.

Kim Y/N

No, actually. I just got off of work.

Kim Y/N

Is everything okay?

You quickly texted back, your fingers trembling slightly, you couldn't tell if it was from the freezing air temperatures or out of nervousness, deciding to get yourself settled in your car before you continued to text her. Throwing open the car door only to quickly throw your bag to the side with your jacket, your eyes trained on your phone screen as you shut the door behind you.

Staring intensely at the screen, you watched as the familiar bubbles appeared and disappeared. Over and over, the dots flickered, teasing you with no final reveal. A sigh escaping your lips as you threw your head back against your head rest. I don’t understand you Sae-Byeok. You quietly murmur to yourself as you prepare to drive off.

You didn’t understand her, but you wanted to. On the drive back home all you could do was think in silence, wondering when it’d be the next time she responded to you.

Was she avoiding your question? Or was something else preventing her from answering?

They didn't stop, even as you pulled into your driveway. Your hands gripped the steering wheel as you leaned forward resting your head on your arms. A sigh escaped you, a desperate question, a plea of why she kept pushing you away, until a new message lit up your phone screen.

Without hesitation you reached down to grab your phone out of the cup holder, your breath hitching as soon you read her messages. The words hitting you like a kick to the stomach making it harder to breathe.

Kang Sae-Byeok :)

I need your help

Kang Sae-Byeok :)

Please.

Without thinking, you texted back frantically, your fingers feeling as if they were going a million miles per minute.

Kim Y/N

Where are you?

Kim Y/N

Are you okay?

Kim Y/N

What do you need from me?

Kim Y/N

Sae-Byeok, please just tell me what I have to do

You sent the messages before you even realized. Panic surged through your entire body as you waited until there was pure silence on the other end. The message bubbles coming to a complete stop. She wasn’t replying and for a short second, you felt pathetic for the onslaught of texts you sent her way, possibly overwhelming her and making her seek refuge somewhere else.

Your phone lit up for a third time, the buzzing insistent yet unwanted as your boyfriend’s name filled the screen. You scoffed under your breath, swiping decline on his call without a second thought. Sae-Byeok being the only thing to cloud your kind, she was more important.

Minutes passed. The seconds felt like hours. Then, finally, like music to your ears, the ping of your phone went off, Sae-Byeok sent another message. This time her location appeared on your screen.

Without a second thought, you slammed the car into gear, swerving and speeding down the freeway without casting a glance to the speedometer, knowing you had been going well above the speed limit. A silent prayer replaying on a loop in your head, hoping that you'd make it in time to help her. Her location was thankfully only twelve minutes away, yet every second felt like an eternity passed as your heart raced, fear and anxiety gnawing at your insides.

Your insides twisting and turning in panic as you arrive into the parking lot of a dingy dive bar. You didn’t even pause to think or turn your car off, jumping out as soon as you were haphazardly parked into a free space, your eyes squinting at the brightness of the glowing bar sign that buzzed persistently.

Your eyes land on your phone again, scanning the screen of her location, seeing as her icon sat between the dive bar and an unknown burger place. You quickly jog over to where you think she might be, eyes flitting to your screen and up to spot her. Running through a crowd of people, whispers of ‘Sorry’s’ and ‘Excuse Me’ leave your lips as you shove past the drunken patrons.

You turn the corner into a small alleyway, trash cans and loose garbage line the walls as you scan the street in a panic. It thankfully didn’t take long for your eyes to land on her—Sae-Byeok, slumped against a damp brick wall, her body lacerated and bloody as she clutched her side, her figure leaning forward as she winced, agonized weak groans escaping her lips as if each breath she took was too painful to bear.

Your footsteps paused as you took in her appearance, your heart clenching at the battered sight of her. Without hesitation, you rush towards her. “Sae-Byeok!” A raw, broken cry of her name from your lips leaves her frozen in place before she slowly lifts her head up to see your quickly approaching figure, her frame relaxing momentarily before she shakily plants her hand on the wall, weakly pushing herself towards you.

You stop right in front of her, your breathing frantic and uneven as your eyes skim her face. Hesitation gave way to desperation as your hands cup the sides of her face, a choked sob leaving your lips as you take in the state of her.

One eye swollen shut, its lid puffy and dark purple, while a fresh gash on her cheekbone trickled blood, the crimson streak contrasting with her pale, sweat-slicked skin. A split lip glistened with a mixture of blood and saliva, dried blood crusting on the edges of her nostrils. Bruises blossomed across her jaw and neck, their hues shifting from deep maroon to a sickly yellow color at the edges. Her breathing was ragged and shallow, each exhale hissing through clenched teeth as her ribs, likely bruised or cracked, protested with every movement.

“Come on.” you whisper meekly, securely wrapping your arm around her waist as her legs wavered beneath her weight. She leaned against you, her body trembling from exhaustion as you guided her towards your car. Every step felt like a battle for her but she trusted you to hold her up, her breath jagged as she shut her eyes tightly, her grip still weak even as she tightened her hold around your shoulders.

When you reached the car, you opened the door as wide as it would go, lowering her into the seat with painstaking care. She bit down on a groan as her body shifted, her hand weakly gripping your arm for support. You helped her adjust her position, your hands trembling slightly as you did your best to make her comfortable without pressing against any of her injuries.

Her head leaned back against the seat, her eyes fluttering shut briefly before she forced them open again, clearly fighting to stay conscious. “You’re okay,” you murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair away from her bruised face. “Just hold on a little longer.”

As you leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, her breathing hitched, and she winced when the strap brushed against her ribs. You stopped immediately, your hands hovering uncertainly. “Does that hurt?” you asked softly, your voice tight with guilt as your eyes scanned over her cautiously. She nodded faintly, in which you adjusted the belt to sit loosely across her lap instead, careful not to apply any pressure.

Finally, when she was settled, you stepped back, your chest heaving with the effort of holding yourself together. Her pain was palpable, etched into every line of her battered face, and you felt utterly helpless. “We’ll be home soon,” you promised, though your voice wavered as you said it.

Before closing the door, you gave her one last look, her fragile frame slumped against the seat. The way she clung to consciousness, her strength fraying but her resolve unbroken, made you swallow hard against the lump rising in your throat.

The drive home was suffocating. The silence between you was heavy, the air thick with unspoken words, her injuries looking worse with each passing flicker of the streetlights.

You reached out, brushing her knuckles lightly to keep her awake. "Are you okay?" you asked softly, knowing the answer before the words even left your mouth. She gave a faint nod, but her silence screamed the truth.

When you finally pulled into the driveway, your chest ached from the tension you'd been holding in. Her pain filled the space between the two of you like a tangible force, unspoken and overwhelming, as you quickly move to help her out of the car. You carefully eased her out of the car, your arm steadying her as she leaned heavily against you. Each step toward the door felt deliberate, her weight light yet grounding, as though she was barely tethered to the world.

Ignoring the mess inside—shoes kicked aside, papers strewn on the counter—all blurring into irrelevance. You would've been a bit embarrassed if it weren't for the state of shock you were in. Nothing else mattered but getting her inside safely.

“Come on,” you murmur, your voice quiet, coaxing, as you guide her to your bathroom. She didn’t protest or even front to put up a fight, only following your lead with sluggish movements. Her silence was unnerving, but it wasn’t the emptiness kind—it was the kind of quiet that carried too much weight, an unspoken language of pure pain and exhaustion.

Your bathroom feeling smaller than usual, the walls feeling suffocating as you scramble to get your medical supplies from off of the shelves next to your bathroom mirror, sitting her on the edge of the toilet seat, softly lifting the edges of her shirt up to view any other injuries that could be hiding. Your frown deepened at the bathroom light casting stark shadows over the bruises that bloom across her face.

Gently, you dampen a cloth and begin to clean her wounds, each touch light and precise, jerking your hand back at every poorly concealed wince from her. You run to your freezer to retrieve a cold pack before running. back to your bathroom, pressing it gently to the swollen side of her face, holding it there as she flinched slightly but refused to say anything.

“Sorry,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

Her eyes flickered open briefly, meeting yours drearily. For a moment, time stretched. Her gaze was heavy, searching, and you felt your breath hitch at the vulnerability reflected back at you. She wasn’t saying much, but the quiet between you spoke volumes. She trusted you—a lot more than she wanted to.

Her head suddenly began to droop, her strength failing to continue holding her head up. Before you could react, her weight shifted forward, and she leaned into you, her forehead lightly pressing against your shoulder.

Your body stiffened on instinct at the sudden feeling of her upper body pressed against yours. Your hands holding the ice pack fall to your sides, uncertainty heavy over you, unsure of what to do.

“I just need a second,” she murmured—her voice barely above a whisper—almost as if she could sense your hesitancy.

The exhaustion in her words hit you harder than you expected, threading through the room like a quiet plea. “Take all the time you need,” you said softly, relaxing against her but not daring to move. Her cheek rested against your collarbone, her warm breath coming in waves against the skin of your neck as her chest pressed against yours. The ache in your legs from holding her up didn’t matter. You’d stand there forever if it meant she could have this moment of rest, your hands twitching at your sides as you fought the irresistible urge to hold her closer.

Her body slowly started to stir against you, the wet ends of her hair softly brushing against the skin of your cheek. You pay the sides of her arm softly, beckoning her to stand with you. “Do you wanna take a shower?” you asked gently, afraid to break the intimate atmosphere between the two of you.

She hesitated as she lifted her head from your shoulder, her gaze falling toward the bathroom floor, before giving you a faint nod.

A soft smile stretched across your face as you hurriedly put the medical supplies back where you found them. “I’ll go get you something to wear.” You stepped out to give her privacy, not before leaving fresh towels within her reach. Closing the door behind you, you couldn't help but let out a sigh in exasperation and disbelief. You were afraid for her, scared for what she experienced outside of the orphanage, yet relieved she called on you for help and you were able to be there for her.

Sooner than later the sound of the shower running fell onto your ears. The water steady, almost soothing, as you busied yourself preparing something—anything—to make her more comfortable. You adorn your pull-out couch with pillows and blankets for her comfort before running into your bedroom to grab a few clothes. Taking an oversized sweater from your closet and using baggy sweatpants that David had left at your house a while back.

You knock softly on the door once you hear the sound of water halt, “Clothes by the door.” you inform quietly before heading to the kitchen.

By the time she emerged from the steamy bathroom, her hair was damp and her face freshly cleaned. “There’s food on the counter if you’re hungry,” you tell her quietly, motioning to the bowl of tteokbokki sitting untouched in a glass bowl. “You can heat it up whenever you feel like it.” you added on, hesitantly.

She offered the faintest nod of acknowledgment, though her exhaustion still weighed heavily on her shoulders. You gestured to the pullout couch in the living room. “It’s not much, but… I just want you to be comfortable,” you added, feeling awkward under her quiet scrutiny.

Before she could respond you head back to your bedroom, a brief second passes where you feel the urge to ask if she needed anything else—a fan? More water? A different blanket?—but you stopped yourself, afraid of pushing too far. She was fragile right now, and you didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Goodnight, Sae-Byeok,” you say quietly as you linger by the doorway. “I’m just in my room if you need me.”

She didn’t say a word, but the subtle shift in her posture—the way her shoulders seemed to ease—spoke volumes. You closed the door gently, the soft click somehow echoing with more weight than expected.

As you moved to your own room, the heaviness in your chest stayed with you, lingering even as you showered. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Sae-Byeok on your couch, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was so close, just beyond the wall, yet the gap between you felt vast, insurmountable. You collapsed onto your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, unable to shake the sense of her quiet presence, fragile but resolute, carved into the quiet of the night.

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peachsukii · 11 months ago

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₊✩‧₊ ⇢ birthday boy yuuji!

『 ♡ 』 yuuji x fem!reader (18+ under the cut!) -`✧ yuuji itadori masterlist

✩ you wake yuuji up right at 12:01am by smothering him in kisses and softly singing happy birthday, his sleepy giggles filling your bedroom as he's mumbling "aw thank you baby!"

✩ when the morning comes, he's greeted with an entire living room full of pink and gold balloons accompanying the biggest bouquet of pink roses and tulips that he's ever seen. he didn't even know that you knew he loved flowers! (he literally stops to take pictures of every single flower you pass by - how could you not know?)

✩ you spoil him with a mountain of fresh pancakes for breakfast, topped with all the sweets he desires. you're not shocked that he devours at least 3 whole stacks himself, whipped cream and syrup covering his toothy smile.

✩ megumi and nobara text you throughout the day to keep you posted on the status of his surprise party, giving you the signal to bring him by when they're ready.

✩ yuuji is completely shocked when you stroll into the park and surprise him with all of his friends! streamers hung up between pavilions, buffets of snacks and cakes, presents stacked on a table in the corner and plenty of warm smiles from his found-family. he's teary-eyed when they all yell "happy birthday yuuji!" in unison.

✩ yuuji is nothing but smiles all day long as you snap endless pictures of him with everyone - your favorite being nobara and megumi smearing icing all over his cute cheeks while singing happy birthday. they all had silly party hats on and smiles brighter than the sun.

✩ after cleaning up the party, you have a few more presents hidden up your sleeve for yuuji when you get home - he's oblivious to it all.

✩ when you return home together, you ask him to go start running a bath. he doesn't ask questions, just obeys your simple request. once it's full, you can't help but playfully pull him in with you - fully clothed - soaking you both water and bubbles.

✩ wet clothes are stripped from your bodies in succession, relaxing in the warmth of the bath together. you wash his back and hair for him, refusing to let him lift a finger on his special day. he accepts, blissfully enjoying all of your pampering with a smile.

✩ it doesn't take long for him to start quietly panting with need as you massage his whole body from behind, tracing your fingers over and working every muscle you could get your hands on. his hands grip at the plush of your thighs under the water, head rolled back against the top of your breast with his eyes closed. he gasps each time you "accidentally" let your hand brush against the tip of his semi-hard cock.

✩ when you kiss him from above, his cheeks are rosy - enamored with all the tender love you've served to him throughout the day. he turns and picks you up out of the bath, wrapping a towel around the two of you as you make out against the bathroom counter, dripping wet. the kisses are sweet and sloppy, tongues tangling as both of your hands roam each other's bodies. you can still taste the birthday cake on his tongue.

✩ you finally have enough willpower to part from his kisses - long enough to scoot out of the bathroom with a wink and telling him to stay put. he wraps the towel around his waist, attempting to mask his excitement through the tented fabric while he patiently waits for you.

✩ "come and get it, birthday boy!" you call from your shared bedroom. he makes his way down the hall and can smell a multitude of different candles, light flickering against the bedsheets as he sees you splayed out in his favorite pink lingerie set. "you have one more present to unwrap, better hurry."

✩ and by hurry, you mean "treat me like an all you can eat buffet." so he does - sweet and purposeful. he doesn't bother to remove the lingerie from your body, preferring to work around it because it just looks too pretty on you to go to waste. he sucks your nipples and massages your clit through the mesh fabric, loving how it soaks up every drop of your slick to tease himself. he dips his tongue in and out of you between orgasms, drinking up all of your arousal like honey off a spoon.

✩ he doesn't fuck you until you've given him at least two full orgasms, relishing in all the pretty moans and sounds you make for him. and when he does? it's full of love, soft and slow, the drenched mesh panties pulled to the side as they massage his shaft every time he thrusts in and out of you.

✩ between his own moans, he can't help but keep saying "i love you" against your lips, thanking you for being such an angel to him, and how much he adores you. it warms your heart as you melt into him like ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — happiest of birthdays to one of the sweetest angel protags!! shoujo-coded baby who's forced to shonen. he deserves the world! happy birthday yuuji~ this one's for you both @kweenkatsuki-fics & @yuujispinkhair 💖🎀

#yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori fluff #yuuji itadori smut #yuuji smut #yuuji itadori drabble #jjk yuji #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk #happy birthday yuuji!!!!#☆.rei writes

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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The Devil Wears Armani 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

—posting to the correct blog lol—

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The appletini at girls' night does little to ease you through a restless night. You’re not a traveller. You’ve never flown before. The only reason you have a passport is it was required for the job. You didn’t expect to actually use it.

You give into consciousness around 3am and double check your bag for everything you need. You forego your usual coffee as you fear an anxious bladder adding to your addled state. You still can’t figure out why Mr. Stark told you to come along. You don’t have anything blocked into his calendar. He’s had weekend meetings before but you usually pop into zoom to take notes and nothing else.

You spare the fare for a cab as the streetcar isn’t in service yet and you don’t feel like venturing into the underground at this hour. The ride is swift in the dead streets of the city. You don’t think you’ve ever seen them so empty.

You arrive at the airport and realise you’re missing a very important piece. A boarding pass? Terminal information? Any sort of direction to find where you need to be. Well, it never hurts to ask for help even if you don’t get it.

You enter and go to the counter. The woman behind it looks tired as dark rings stain her sockets and she fixes her smile to greet you. You nervously clench your jaw and exhale through your nose.

“Hi, I... I’m supposed to be flying, er, private? I work for Tony Stark?” You creak out through your dry throat. You need water.

“Mr. Stark?” She lowers her brow, “do you have proof of employment?”

“Erm, yeah,” you unhook your keyring from your purse and shove it towards her. Your company ID is hooked onto the cluster of novelty attachments and keys.

“I need to make a call,” she says as she examines your identification.

Great.

You bob nervously on the other side of the counter as the attendant speaks quietly into the speaker. Your phone buzzes and you jingle the keys as you find it. Stark has sent you a simple message; ‘Terminal 1, tarmac. Now.’

As you peek up over the counter, the woman hangs up. “You need to head up to Terminal 1. Find an employee there, in a white shirt like mine, and show them this.” She kits a few keys and her printer grinds with great effort. She hands you a boarding pass but most of it is empty. There’s only a code at the bottom.

You thank her and head off. You scramble through security, walking through the scanner as your bag rides the conveyor through and x-ray. You retrieve your things on the other side and run off to reach Mr. Stark before he gets too impatient. He’s probably already agitated.

You check your watch. It’s only 5:01am. You’re on time, right?

You follow the signs to terminal one and find a large man standing by a ramp entrance. You approach him and show him the pass. He points you to another employee at the far end as he talks over his walkie talkie to them. You cross the tiled floor to meet the man and he beckons you towards another ramp.

You’re led down to the tarmac and left to shuffle across it on your own. You’re only told to approach big jet waiting by a tower set of stairs. There’s an attendant at the bottom who greets your brightly and you show the pass again.

“Mr. Stark is expecting you. May I take your bag?” She offers.

“No thank, I can handle it,” you nod and lift the bag off its wheels.

You climb a stair at a time and pass another attendant at the top. She directs you to leave your bag in the front carriage and you roll it behind the wall of webbing there. You turn to the ivory curtain and peek through tentatively. The movement of fabric draws Mr. Stark’s gaze from his phone.

“Get in here,” he demands, “about time, George. I was about to fall asleep.”

You push through and near him, “sir, did you need coffee?”

“They got the long-legged ones for that,” he waves away your offer with his lecherous allusion to the pretty, tall attendants. “Sit.”

You look at the chair on the other side of the table, across from him, and you hesitate. You lower yourself into the cushy seat and cross one leg over the other, your foot bouncing anxiously. You clutch your hands together and stare at Mr. Stark.

“You look tired as hell,” he cackles.

“Sir, it’s early.”

“Ah, don’t let that ruin an all-inclusive. Tell me, Georgie, a girl like you, are you jet-setting every weekend? You got billionaires flying you to the Caribbean on the reg? Didn’t think you were the popular type.”

“No, sir, I--” you try not to wince at his insinuation. You are all too aware that you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder he sits atop of. “Thank you for this. It’s very nice of you to bring me along.”

“You are very welcome,” he says smugly, “move.”

He points to the seat next to him.

“Oh, uh,” you pull your hands apart and push yourself up with the armrests, “sorry.”

He grunts, irritated, and signals with two fingers. As an attendant approaches, you sidle around the table and in front of Stark to get to the other seat. You feel a brush on your thigh but ignore it. It’s a tight squeeze.

He asks for an espresso as you lower yourself down. He reaches over and pinches the fabric of your pants, just at the top of your knee. He sniffs.

“This isn’t very Caribbean-friendly. You’re gonna sweat your tits off,” he derides.

You try not to show your embarrassment, ignoring the urge to cover your chest at his comment. Out of habit, you put on your usual attire. A cardigan, a tidy blouse, and slacks. He huffs again and tugs at the sleeve of your cardigan.

“Get rid of this,” he demands.

“Oh, uh...” You sit forward as you undo the single button and you shrug out of the wool. He swipes it away and tosses it on the floor.

The attendant returns with his espresso and gathers up your cardigan as you send her an apologetic look. Stark takes his coffee and tastes it before setting it on the table. He turns to you and clucks again. You let out a squeak as he reaches to pop the top button of your blouse, then the next. You flatten yourself to the seat helplessly.

“Better, gotta let those things breathe,” he winks and sits back with a smirk.

#tony stark #dark tony stark #dark!tony stark #tony stark x reader #the devil wears armani #series #drabble #au #bad bosses #iron man #avengers #mcu #marvel

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14dayswithyou · 1 year ago

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How would [REDACTED] react to Angel sending him this at 3am with absolutely zero context:

“You sleep 4 hrs per night. I sleep 12. We should breed and see how long our offspring sleeps”

[TEXT] 3:01AM: my guess? probs like an hour [TEXT] 3:01AM: never met a baby before so idk [TEXT] 3:01AM: ..oh [TEXT] 3:02AM: are u asking me to sleep with u?

#HELP HIM #💌 — answered.#💖 — about ren.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#to be tagged later

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year ago

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[12:01am] chan's face lit up when he saw your text message on his screen.

" happy bday, channie <3 "

it was simple. short and sweet. and yet, he found himself kicking his feet, launching his blanket up in the air as he squealed and grinned to himself.

you remembered.

you always remembered. without fail, no matter what was going on in your life, no matter how much time had passed, you would always remember his birthday.

and time had gone passed, very quickly, for the both of you. you hadn't spoken in ages, sort of drifted apart in a sense. he felt a certain emptiness inside of that only you could fill. and when you weren't there by his side, that feeling would remain.

but on his birthday, there was always a glimmer of hope that you'd come to refill his heart, the way you had done so in the past.

" thanks. nice to hear from you, finally "

he messaged back. he didn't really think about the impact of his words. sure, he jabbed at you slightly, wanting you to think. wanting you to yearn for him.

" that's rich, coming from you "

chan frowned. but he knew he deserved that. he had no excuses not to reach out to you. just the same old thing - time and energy and, well, moving on with everyday things. you were the same. he got it. that's how life worked. but it didn't have to be that way...

" i should really be going to sleep now "

" you? sleep? neverrr "

chan grinned at his screen, chuckling to himself at your response. you knew him all too well.

" yeah i won't be sleeping for a while..."

his thumbs hovered over his phone as he hesitated to type his next thought.

" you wanna meet up tonight? "

instant regret rippled in his chest as he breathed in and out heavily. he couldn't delete a message you had already seen, so he switched his screen off and buried his face in his pillow, cursing himself as he awaited your response.

what felt like hours to chan, replied within a minute. he took a deep breath and opened up his phone again, reading your response.

" thought you'd never ask. omw bday boy <3 "

who knew that birthday wishes came true?

skz taglist: @hearts4sungie, @alyszaen, @a-wandering-stay, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @minnysproutgriffinteddy, @junebug032 (reply to be added or removed)

#chan #bangchan #bang chan #abi's timestamps .・゜#skz #stray kids #kpop #bangchan x reader #chan x reader

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quinloki · 6 months ago

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Yan wbp keeping their sweet little marine after beating them in a fight

To be fair you could have won if it was a 1 on 1 but we can’t have that now can we? We’re so proud that you’re so strong but what if someone stronger hurts you? Do we need to show you what could happen?? We’re just protecting you and don’t worry, the government won’t get you either <3

-💧

Imagining a big, week long festival on an island. You're there, you're a marine, but for the festival you're a citizen of the host island and you've taken leave from your job to help out.

It's a kind of Peace Festival and so there are marines and pirates, but the truce of the festival is only for that week and it's one of those Centuries Old Traditions that no one steps out of line on, and those that don't know learn FAST.

You catch the eyes of some of the more infamous WBP Commanders, but you're not too nervous. They'll leave after the festival, and if you're too worried you'll just hop a marine boat back to the base a day early.

Unfortunately, you don't get any kind of sinking feeling, so you don't leave a day early, and the last day of the festival is busy. Busy busy. So busy that by the time you're heading back to the dock, it's 12:01am.

Festival's over, and all bets are off.

You are strong. you've got haki, you've got skills. You've got a future as a Marine - Admiral is something you could achieve with a little more experience under your belt, after proving your capacity as a captain. But you are alone, and outnumbered 4 to 1.

Two devil fruit users and two expert haki-based fighters.

The fight lasts longer than you expected, honestly, but they're on the defensive. Marco can heal you, but none of them want to hurt you. Finally, Izou and Marco get you disarmed without any real injury and Thatch just straight up scruffs you. The man's just so damn big.

Into the bag you go.

By the time you're let out of it, you're on the Moby, and there's nothing but wide open ocean in every direction.

Don't fret, pretty bird, your gilded cage will have plenty of enrichment.

#quin answers #reader insert #x reader #anon asks #marco the phoenix #izou one piece #thatch one piece #portgas d ace #yandere #💧

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missstolensweetheart · 8 months ago

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the hottest tears you've ever cried ⚭ ☆ 🌧️

thecar!prof!Alex turner x prof! reader

warnings: angst (kinda)

Summary: Alex shows up at your doorstep at 3 am begging for you to take him back during your divorce.

You looked at the clock in the corner of your home office it read 3am. You rubbed your temples, frustrated by the almost non visible dent you’ve made in the stack of papers you have to grade that was sitting on the corner of your brown wooden desk lit up by the dim light of your lamp.

Usually you would be grading with Alex; keeping each other company. Your eyes pooled with tears when you remembered how he made you coffee or tea or literally anything you wanted and how he’d keep one hand on your knee rubbing it gently while carefully reading over the stacks of papers.

Your phone Buzzed which ultimately made you jump. “Who the hell is texting me right now?” You mumbled to yourself. Your heart dropped when you saw Alex’s contact.

3:01am

“Open the door”

“Baby please”

3:02 am

“Don’t leave me out in the cold”

Your legs shook as you walked to the front door of your big home. You reached a shaky hand out twisting the door nob. And sure enough Alex was on the other side, his face lit up with a look of relief, love, sadness, anger, basically all of the above. His eyes were red and puffy. His hair was messy. He clearly hadn’t shaved in a minute as the shadow of his stumble was very clear.

“Hi” he broke the ice first.

“Hey” your lips quivered as your voice broke.

You stared at each other for a minute, getting lost in the spark that was once there.

“To be quite honest I don’t know why I’m here.” His voice was sad and empty, you had only ever heard that voice one other time and that was when you two got into a really nasty argument but that was years ago.

“Would you like to come in?” A part of you knew it was a stupid idea but the other part was curious.

“I- uh yeah sure” you stepped aside so he could come in. His movements were awkward almost like this was his first time in the house, even though you two previously shared it.

“Would you like tea?” You managed to finally say as you closed the door.

“Yeah, sure” he smiled awkwardly

“Lots of sugar right?” You smiled warmly, breaking the tension. He smiled back. “Yeah.”

You nodded your head and quickly walked to the kitchen. As soon as you were out of his sight you let a few tears fall but you quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. You put the kettle on and leaned against the counter taking a few deep breaths to gather yourself. It didn’t take long before the water was ready. You grabbed your mug then his.. his mug had his initial on it. a rush of memories came back to you, long talks during the evening, grading papers together at three in the morning, making his and your coffee in the morning, everything.

“You okay?” His voice startled you. You dropped his mug.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry” you immediately panicked picking up each piece of glass. He rushed to your side subconsciously.

“It’s alright love ive got it” he picked up the pieces. “See it’s alright” he looked at you with a warm smile which immediately dropped once he saw your panicked face and tears. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back. You let your emotions go, sobbing loudly.

“Shh love I’ve got you. It’s alright.” You quickly calmed down and looked up at him, noticing he was crying too. You wiped his tears with your thumb, He grabbed your hand which shocked you a bit, he studied it for a moment. his thumb ran over your wedding ring. You didn’t even realize you were still wearing it. He broke down resting his head between your collar and jaw, it was your turn to comfort him.

“Shh” you ran your fingers through his hair and cried with him

“Take me back..please baby…. I need you.” His voice was shaky and even cracked. It pulled on your heartstrings. You can’t lie, you missed him like crazy. You don’t even know what happened between the two of you. One moment you were perfectly fine and happy the next you were arguing 24/7 and staying at friends houses just to take a break from each other. The truth was lack of communication you were both guilty of it but neither of you wanted to admit it. You didn’t think it could ruin your marriage to the point of divorce but it did.

“Let’s talk about this in the morning.” You thought it was the wisest decision because after all it was 3am and you were both sleep deprived. He sat up quickly, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah yeah uh I’ll be by tomorrow whatever time works for you”

“I was thinking you could stay the night” you knew it was a risky move but you needed him to stay.

“Yeah I can grab some blankets and sleep on the couch” he nodded

“I mean you can sleep in our bed if you want, it's still technically your bed.” your voice shook, you never could have imagined asking the love of your life to do as little as sleep in the same bed as you but here you are. You could tell he was hesitant.

His big brown eyes locked with yours “okay” he nodded softly.

You stood up reaching a hand out for him to grab, once you helped him up you both stood there for a moment almost unsure as to what your next move would be.

“I uh i'm going to go get ready for bed” you broke the silence.

“yeah of course of course ” he flashed a nervous yet reassuring smile.

You turned around quickly, shuffling to the stairs and making your way up them. Alex decided to wait a few minutes before following you, taking the time to compose himself. He made his way up the stairs. A specific photo caught his eyes, one you two took 3 years ago in the fall. It was supposed to be a cute photo shoot but soon turned into a complete mess when it started raining and Alex fell in mud dragging you down with him. He smiled softly at the photo, staring at your mud covered outfit and wide smile, god he misses that smile. He sighed, snapping out of his thoughts and making his way to your shared bedroom, you were already in the shower when he got up there. He grabbed some pj pants from his dresser ,quickly changing into them before sitting on the bed waiting for you.

You quickly finished your shower, moving on to doing your night time routine. You thought about the time you made Alex do a face mask with you and it became a weekly thing, you smiled at the thought. Once you finished up and got into your pjs (underwear and alex's shirt that you stole a long time ago) you opened the door of the bathroom that was in your bedroom. Alex's eyes shifted to you scanning your body carefully, you felt your cheeks get hot. You walked over to the bed and crawled in, rubbing your legs gently against the cold sheets, Alex did the same. You faced each other. Both fighting the urge to reach out and hold each other, one of you failed to resist. Alex reached a hand out to your hip, his finger traced on the bottom hem of your shirt before slipping under it onto your bare skin. A small gasp escaped your lips when Alex's cold hand met your warm skin.

Your eyes met his lustfully, you broke your gaze by looking down at his lips missing the feeling and taste of them. Alex took that as his cue and leaned in…

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pt 2?

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #dont let this flop #the car era #hashtag #arctic monkeys

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