#romantic: no one at the bank gives a damn how i dress

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Can You Keep Up? 🔪 | Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz Imagine

Takes place during the events of Inglorious Basterds

Inglorious Basterds Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz x female basterd!reader (romantic), the Basterds (platonic)

Content Warnings: profanity, light angst, war, murder, blood, violence, n*zis, hate crimes | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 2.7k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: Sgt Hugo Stiglitz had a reputation long before becoming a member The Basterds. Killing Nazis and ending the war were the only thinks he cared about….until a new basterd entered the picture. One who had her own reputation in America that rivaled even some its most notorious gangsters.

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“You should tell her,” Wicki mumbled in German, which would do nothing to hide their conversation since the person they were referring to spoke German. Had she been closer to the pair they surely would’ve been found out.

Hugo groaned, pitting a glare to the Austrian, “No.” Wicki rolled his eyes.

“One of these days the others are going to notice how you’ve changed in the last few weeks.”

“I have not changed!” The German defends, whisper-shouting while checking to make sure she wasn’t in their proximity. Eyes locking on her figure, he found Y/n scalping her latest kill. Quickly he turned away, the image of her tackling the Nazi down from a tree branch appearing in his mind, the stoic expression he wore faltering. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen a person do and boy did it make him feel things.

But then again, Y/n L/n was not an ordinary soldier. Hell, she wasn’t even a soldier.

A native of the city that never sleeps, the cards of a promising life were not in place for Y/n. At a young age petty crime was her ticket to surviving. Pickpocketing off of unsuspecting tourists, stealing cars from junkyards, and making quick cash by taking whatever opportunity presented itself. That was her life from childhood to the end of adolescence.

Right around the age of 21 in 1930, the midst of prohibition, Y/n found herself at the bar of a speakeasy owned by one of the most notorious mob bosses in the city. Now when one thinks of organized crime and all its associates, women never have a place amongst the ranks. It’s just how things worked—patriarchy and sexism in all.

Y/n had already garnered herself a reputation in the underground world of New York. Known by only the name, The Rose, due to the red inked rose tattoo on her neck, Y/n was listed on the top ten most wanted in the city. Doing jobs ranging from burglaries to ‘get rid of them, leave nothing behind’ as they came to her as long as they paid well. And by well, we’re talking Y/n couldn’t have a bank account open for they would be suspicious of the depositing amounts.

No eye witness had ever been able to give a detailed description for the NYPD to develop a composite drawing. Y/n was a ghost among the living. Making her dangerous and a myth to many who refused to believe a woman could be capable of the crimes she committed. A lot of the hits she was responsible for had the police believing it was rival gangs. Nothing was traced back to her save for burglaries where a witness reported, “whoever it was, I think it was a woman. There was something about their physique and voice in the few words they spoke that had me thinking it wasn’t a man.”

So yeah, Y/n was a professional criminal at the ripe age of 21. A literally hit woman who was damn good at making things appear as an accident. Becoming an associate of a mob boss was not what she envisioned, but leave it to a man who’s also a ghost to the public eye able to uncover a fellow one.

“How’d you know who I was?” The vodka from her martini hit her tongue as she took a sip. Eyebrows raised at the man beside her, dressed in an expensive pinstriped suit, she noted the two men in suits flanking him. That in itself was enough to piece together he was someone important. Then he got to talking and before long Y/n formally introduced herself knowing the jig was up.

“A man like me has his ways.”

“And I’m assuming a man like you is someone who likes to keep his presence quiet. Yet, you took a risk by approaching me. Why is that, Mr. Falcone?”

“I’ve got a job for you.” This has her tilt her head, intrigued by the proposal.

“What kind of job?”

“I’m aware one-and-done is your style,” he starts, removing his glasses and placing them in his pocket only to remove a Manila colored envelope. “But I’m willing to offer you something more permanent. It means you’ll have to stop any and all business with competing employers,” he was referring to rival gangs and families. Basically Y/n would be an associate in his ranks. “But I can assure you,” the envelope slides over to her, Y/n immediately taking it into her hands to peek inside. “any and all needs would be provided. I’m sure you’ll find the pay more than sufficient than what you’re normally accustomed to.” Inside was at least $20,000. Twenty wads of ten $100 bills stacked together. The man was right in his assumption of money Y/n obtained on a job—ranging between $3-7k depending on what needed to be done.

Y/n was quiet for a moment, finishing her martini before turning back to Falcone. “Forgive me for being so blunt, Mr. Falcone. Your offer is gracious and tempting, but I thought women have no place in the mob. Why would you want to work with me?”

“Because you’re good at what you do,” he stated the obvious, motioning for the bartender for two glasses of whiskey. “You’ve managed at such a young age to turn the boys in blue upside down over your looming presence. And they still have yet to uncover how deep your ledger bleeds in this city. They only believe you’re responsible for all those bank heists and the last person the mayor’s God awful son was seen with.” Y/n withheld the smirk threatening to form.

“But I know from whispers in the dark the number of people you’ve successfully indisposed. And I know you’ve managed to accumulate that many because you know how to work with men’s weaknesses. How they are so captivated by the rose before them, they fail to see the thorns. Why wouldn’t I want to work with someone of such talents?” Passing over one of the whiskeys, Falcone lifted his own. “What do you say, Miss. L/n? Do we have a deal?”

The clinking of glass signaled the signing of the unwritten contract penned beneath the dim lights of Falcone’s speakeasy. From that moment on Y/n was an official member of the Falcone crime family. Their hitwoman to be exact where she maintained her double life for nearly twelve years. Bathing in the riches, living the high life. All while keeping a low profile where Falcone’s dirty work was never traced back to her and vice versa.

Unfortunately, mistakes happen. Costly ones where everything crumbles in the blink of an eye.

Well it didn’t all crumble. Technically the FBI was only able to prove Y/n was responsible for one count of federal racketeering. Any other crimes—nearly 50 to be exact—they believed she did had no hard evidence.

Let’s face it, they damn well knew it was her. But Y/n was really good at her job. Only reason she got caught was her getaway driver fucked up by turning left instead of right where a squadron was waiting for them. One look at her tattoo and the feds were busting down the doors of the police department.

But dragging her ass to Alcatraz to become the first female prisoner was not the plan the feds had for Y/n. At the turn of the new year in 1942, America had entered World War II following the attack on Pearl Harbor. Troops were sent off to Europe each week, nurses deployed, and supplies to aid the allies.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Y/n choked on the smoke from cigarette, handcuffed by the wrists and staring at the agent like he was insane.

“Not in the slightest,” he blew out his own smoke. Placing his bud in the tray, the agent leaned his elbows on the table, “listen, Miss. L/n, it’s either this or prison. As much as my colleagues hate to admit it, you’d make a great spy. We’re offering your freedom—full pardon and all—in exchange for your cooperation with the OSS for however long it will take for us to win this war. The Army already agreed.”

Y/n stayed silent, deep in thought while finishing her cigarette. Go to war, become a spy for America, and try to not to die before it ends. Or waste away in a prison located on an island with no chances of escaping and remain there until she dies. “Fuck it, guess I’m going to Europe.”

Touching down in France Y/n was hauled to the OSS base camp, still chained by the wrists and ankles, where she was introduced to the General. From there the rules and regulations of her position were relayed on top of being assigned to the squadron deep behind enemy lines known as The Basterds.

One could imagine the reaction the squad had when their newest comrade was revealed to them. The only warning they got was, “bring her in,” before a smirking chained Y/n waltzed in with two soldiers flanked beside her.

“Hello, boys.”

Donny just about swallowed the toothpick in his mouth. The younger basterds wide eyed and mouths agape while Hugo and Wicki appeared confused. Then there was Aldo who was visibly flabbergasted, “What the hell is this?” It wasn’t everyday one saw a woman in handcuffs guarded by armed escorts. But despite her innocent demeanor, there was something sinister lying behind her gaze. “Who is she?”

“Your new mercenary,” the general plainly states.

“This pretty little thang?” Donny wants to laugh, earning an amused smirk from Y/n. Aldo shushes him a glare at the same moment the general does.

“This pretty little thing could make your death look like an accident, Donowitz.” The comment had Y/n roll her eyes. Now that has the Basterds intrigued…and a little concerned. Their reaction made her chuckle.

“Believe me gentlemen, it wasn’t my idea to join you on the front lines. But, the FBI said it was either this or Alcatraz.”

“Alcatraz?!” Smitty gasps. Off to the side Hugo leans closer to Wicki, whispering in German, “What is Alcatraz?”

“It’s a federal prison in California located on an island where they send the worst of the worst criminals. They say no one can escape once they’re locked within its walls.”

So, from what Hugo observes, this woman happens to be one of the worst criminals in America.

Aldo, just as appalled, follows up with, “Now what on earth did you do that would have the feds sending you to the Rock?”

“My job,” she shrugs in response.

“Which was?” There were dozens of ‘jobs’ with a one way ticket to Alcatraz. Mostly gang members and mafia bosses. Serial killers and bank robbers. Its most famous residents being Al Capone, George Kelly Barnes, Robert Stroud, and Alvin Karpavivz.

The general slaps down the file in front of Aldo, “killing people for money, money laundering, blackmail and extortion of politicians on behalf of the New York’s mob, robbing almost every bank in the city, and bombing the Wall Street Journal.”

“Now general,” Y/n tsks, receiving horrified expressions from everyone in the room. The metal from her handcuffs clanked as she held palms up, “That’s a little far-fetched, don’t you think? After all those are only accusations. None of which can be proven,” her nonchalant tone combined with the not-so-innocent smile gave indication the general spoke the truth. “Except for the blackmail one. That I did do.”

The Basterds were pretty much hesitant of Y/n up until the first time they saw her in action. Not only did she lure a patrol of Nazis to them, but she took down six of the ten with. One for each bullet in her pistol. All the Basterds were beyond amazed, but none more than Hugo.

It was like he was seeing the female version of himself when Y/n invoked her talents with a blade on a Nazi. Effortless when sneaking up behind or jumping from a branch onto their shoulders. Never missing her target when firing her pistol. The fear she produced when a Nazi recognized the tattoo on her neck. Word got around quickly among the German army of the female basterd who looked as delicate as a rose but possessed thorns unlike any other.

Hugo, a man of few words, couldn’t help but be curious of the American. Y/n noticed it too with how many times she caught him staring at her. Finally she had enough of his staring and confronted him one night when they were on watch, “Penny for your thoughts, Stiglitz.”

“You speak German?” His tone was of surprise, making her smirk.

“I speak many languages. German, Italian, Spanish, French, even Gaelic. It’s sorta a necessity for the job I do—interacting with people from all parts of the world.”

“Job….” Hugo repeated under his breath, “you are a professional criminal? That is what Donowitz was saying.”

“Oh so you believe gossip now?” She teased, though making no motion to deny the accusation. “Good to know you boys talk about me in your free time.”

“Is it true?” Hugo persisted, making Y/n straighten her posture, no longer finding humor in the conversation. The tone had shifted to a serious one.

“Will you look at me differently than you already do if it is?” Was her challenge. Not waiting for his answer she continued, “I’m only guaranteed my freedom once this war ends for the things they caught me for, Hugo. Confessing to you the ones they didn’t…..well why would I admit guilt? A smart criminal would never.”

To be honest Y/n technically confessed to Hugo she was in fact responsible for all the crimes the general had informed them of. Though vague with her words, Y/n spoke with her eyes. Showing Hugo her true nature without voicing the truth.

From that moment on there was an unspoken connection between the two. A mutual respect and understanding for each other that was different from the other Basterds. Hugo could rely on Y/n to have his back and vice versa. Never did they question the other’s decision or actions even if the Basterds disagreed. While it took a few months, they eventually considered them friends instead of mere comrades.

He didn’t know when he started to see Y/n in a different light. Maybe it was when he watched her dance in a tavern with Omar and Aldo. Or maybe it was when she shot at the nazi sneaking up behind him from her sniper's den. He found peace in the moments they would sit by the fire and not say a single word. Admiration in the way she didn’t give a fuck about what people thought of her. Held her ground and owned her mistakes. Maybe it wasn’t full blown love Hugo felt for Y/n, but there was a deep fondness for her.

Whatever it was, Wicki seemed to catch on.

Like right now when he spotted the blonde observing Y/n scalping her latest kill. Trying to get Hugo to man up and confess his feelings to their fellow Basterd was like teaching a toddler simple manners. “I don’t see what you are so afraid of, Hugo. You two are friends. And from what I’ve seen when you’re not looking, I think she feels the same.”

Hugo couldn’t ignore the slight skip in his heart at the assumption. Still stoic, the German shrugged his shoulders, “We’ve got a job to do, Wilhelm. There’s no time for—.”

“No time for what?” The two men jump at the sound of Y/n joining their conversation. Neither noticed she had moved from her spot.

“Nothing,” Hugo sputters out, placing his knife back in its holster. In his head he was hoping to whatever God she didn’t hear what they were saying. So much as catching the word ‘she’ Y/n would know it was her given she was the only woman in miles.

Tilting her head, Y/n keeps her expression neutral. “Wicki, can you give Hugo and I a moment alone.”

“Of course,” the man excuses himself, bidding a glance to Hugo on the way out. Once he was a good distance away and none of the other Basterds were in sight Y/n approached Hugo. He waited for her to speak, but instead was left stunned at the feeling of her lips pressing to his cheek.

“Wh-what was that for?” A smirk is her response.

“I think you know,” she throws a wink. “You and Wicki’s forget your voices carry.” Red flares on Hugo’s cheeks, but he manages to calm it down. Y/n only widens her smile, “Don’t worry about saying what you feel,” she gives another kiss, though this time on the corner of his lips. “I can see it in your actions.”

Spinning on her heel, Y/n starts making her way back to the others when Hugo calls out to her, still shocked by what had taken place, “What does this mean then? For us?”

“Whatever you desire, darling,” Peering over her shoulder the woman gives a cheeky smirk, “think you can keep up?”

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11:11: Let Me Show You (p2)

Main Characters: Jehraye "Jay" Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

A real slow-burn

PT 1

I  get back home to Georgia after 11p.m. I lowkey wanted to call Jehraye, but I figured he would’ve been asleep. I get in my car and drive, I loved going back to N.O. but, I did miss downtown Augusta. It’s similar to a lot of places but, still aint nothing like it. I get home, take my bags up to my apartment, take a shower, reheat that white chicken chili I had left, I ate and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning around 10, with A missed call from My mama. I know she’s calling to ask about New Orleans. I made a mental note to call her later. I brush my teeth and get dressed before heading over to the Tattoo shop that Nya owns and doing a little voluntary receptionist work for awhile. I love coming to her shop. Because not only did I get free reign to the little snack bar she had. I  got to interact with some cool ass people too. Nya’s a traditional tattoo artist. The people in her shop though, were cartoonist and realist, shit, she even had a traditional stick -and - poke artist too. Dymo, the Realist, actually did the portrait of my great grandma I got  three years ago after she passed. All of their work was top-notch. Nya wouldn’t stand for anything else. Which showed, not only in her work, but that of the one’s she hired too.

 She was always playing music too. It jumped all over the place. She went from indie artists like music by this  dude named Money from Atlanta, Russ to Rodwave, Kodak black, Jacob banks, King von, Kirk franklin to Gallant and Marco Mckinnis ; all the way to Panic at the Disco and all things in between.Crazy enough, the dude “Money” is one of her  best friends.   Her only preference in most aspects of her life  was “I like it.” Music was no different.  Mari Walked in at about 11:30. I knew then, my voluntary duties were done. I got up from the desk, hugged Mari, yelled that I was leaving and made my way out of the shop and to the Mall so I can go stare at the back of Spencer’s and ponder not buying shit before I made my way to Victoria’s secret and sniffed around for perfume to buy at their semi annual sale. I picked up the Rainbow Shower, Desert Sky and Cactus Water. 

What does the schedule look like for the rest of the day?

“Consultation at 11: 45, Surgery at 12:30 , then lunch ;  You’re  tightening Miah’s braces, check the schedule for tomorrow and we should both  be outta here by 4. 

Cool.”

“ So how was your wednesday?”

It was good, why you ask?

“Jaelai told me you went on a date or something yesterday morning.”

Tell yo wife to mind her business.

“My wife, yo sister.”

I bet she the one who sent Toni ass to my table.

“Nooooo. What she say?”

She was chill until I give her the tip, then she talmbout “Make sure you get yo child”

“No she didn’t”

The hell if she didn’t!  had my date looking at me funny

“😂”

That shit ain’t funny. Im tryna support her and she throwing salt in the game 😂

“Toni was always fucking with you. She’s been doing it as long as she’s been with Kieran 

I know. But, damn if she don’t do it at the worst times.

 “Well you got the crybaby today so, be prepared.”

She never cried with me.I don’t know what you be doing to my niece but she don’t like it 

“I’m her daddie.”

Maybe it’s because you white.

“I have been white her whole life.”

Ion know maybe she just like me better.

“ Yeah because you always give her what she want.”

She ten , why not?

“I feel sorry for any  man who dates any of your daughters.”

Why you say that?

“Cause her like whoever her mama gonna be, is gonna be spoiled to hell. Cause you brother, are a Hopeless Romantic with a damn good job and a real love of women.”

Always. Speaking of  romance, you just reminded me that I gotta call Lan once I get off.

The rest of the day went by smooth. The consultation led to another appointment next month for braces, I tightened my nieces braces and The surgery; started and finished quicker than I expected. I was outta the office by 4: 15 . I got in my car and called Alani.

“Hello.”

Hey gorgeous, how you doing?

“I’m doing aight”

That’s good. , how has your day been? Give me details please

“It was pretty good. I woke up, ate, brushed my teeth, got dressed and I went to Nya’s shop.”

Which one of your friends was Nya again?

“The one who had on the red bodycon dress.”

Okay

“ Yeah she’s a tattoo artist. I go to her shop sometimes to help and steal snacks.”

Uh huh

“ Talked to some customers and chilled until Mari got there.”

That’s the one with the red hair?

“Yep.”

Before you continue. Speaking of jobs, what do you do?

“I’m a doula. 

Oh Okay, I’m a Orthodontist.

“ At 28?!”

Yes, I have been for like a year, almost two.  Anyway, continue on.

“I left the shop, went to the mall and called my mama back after I left Victoria’s Secret, and i’ve been home for a few hours. 

Foreal? Cool, i'm bout to Facetime you. 

I press the camera icon and wait for her to answer. When she does, the first thing I notice is how shiny her lips are. She has this 90’s lip combo. You know the one with the 5% tint around the edges and it looks amazing on her. I compliment her and our conversation continues. She tells me that she is a birth doula and some of what that entails. I ain’t ever see anybody give birth but, the way she describes it makes it sound like one of the scariest and most beautiful things ever. Most of her clients are Black women, second time moms who have had terrible experiences in the hospital. From women almost dying because nurses and doctors try to write their pain off as “normal” shit.  

If the person dealing with this is telling you that they can’t breathe, they have a splitting headache or can’t feel their legs long after the epidural should’ve worn off, you should listen. Hearing her recount some of these stories pissed me off. You shouldn’t fear for your or child’s  life coming into the hospital.  I learned some things like water births are really popular and are often more relaxing for the mother. That tidbit of information I tucked into my back pocket. 

We talked about the time my tooth went through the bottom of my lip and left a scar when I was a kid, my first sexual experience at 14 that involved licking whipped cream off of some pussy once or twice. She told me about the time she ran head first into a brick wall when she was 8 and how she snorted salt up her nose when she was 13 because she “wanted to see what  it felt like if she ever snorted powder.”  on some wild shit. I was really enjoying the conversation. So much so, that I hadn’t realized I was home, sitting in my car for the past five hours. I looked at the time on my  phone and it was 9:40 and I needed to get in the house so that I could shower, eat and go to bed. 

Things continued that way for a few more days. Us updating one another throughout the day, nightly phone calls, early morning voice messages. Sending badly angled and funny looking pictures of each other from facetime calls. I've watched her get dressed and she’s watched me get undressed. We’ve fallen asleep on the phone only to wake up and one of us has hung up. And it’s usually her.  We’ve given one another recipes. Her recipe for brown butter chocolate chip pecan cookies is top tier and she  gave me  a lot of praise on my five cheese macaroni.  Before I knew it,  the Thursday of our date had shown up. I woke up that morning to the reminder and was hella excited. I had been thinking about what to cook for two days now and I decided on Smothered Okra with shrimp and tomatoes over rice. I called her, told her what I had in mind; she said it sounded good and she was going to cook the same; but add chicken to it. 

We Facetimed each other while shopping for food. I helped her pick out the proper seasonings and ingredients needed for the dish and advised her to pick up a bag of  Basmati rice instead of “regular” rice.  I picked up cut okra while she wanted the whole Okra.I grabbed a bottle of wine and she passed on that. We went back to our houses and started preparing the meal. I ain't feel like chopping onions, so I bought the pre-cut ones. She was all about the full process. She chopped her onions, peppers and all while I watched as she struggled to cut some of ‘em because she don’t know how to properly handle a knife. She more than proved my point when she sliced her damned finger, dropped the knife and probably almost cut her foot too.

Baby, be careful, please!

“I’m fine Jehraye, it’s just a little cut. The knife ain’t that sharp”

And that’s probably the problem Lan. Get you some better knives Bae. 

“My knives work just fine.”

No they do not, clearly. You were struggling to cut the bell pepper.

“That’s because I don’t know how to cut shit.”

Aight, so you got one option, start buying pre-cut vegetables.

“I will not.”

Then I suggest you get on youtube and learn how to use knives because I'mma order you some new ones.

“Jay-”

No, bae you don’t wanna use pre- cut stuff, I'm getting you new knives. So go ‘head and give me A FedEx drop off, P.O. box, your address or something. 

“How about this-”

If ain’t no solution in this baby, don’t even say nothing.

“How about when you come visit me, we can look at  knives together.”

 Aight that sounds- wait! You gonna let me come see you?!

“Yes sir. Just not until the end of the month.”

Baaaaaabbbbbbyyyy, that’s like 3 weeks away.

“You’ll be fine.”

Nuh uh…. My doctor said if I don’t see you in two weeks imma die.

“Ohhh you so dramatic 😂 yo ass is not gonna die.”

When I am touch deprived for a long time, I start to waste away into a pile of dirt.

“I can’t with you. Jehraye Guidry, you are something else.”

We talk while finishing up the food and once she turns her smothered Okra and shrimp down she announces that she’s about to get in the shower so she can get dressed and the rest of our date can continue. We hang up and about 35 minutes later she’s calling me while she finishes up the rest of her routine. I don't mind because I am also on the tail end of finishing up my hair. I choose to go with a braid out because I know she’s wanted to see my hair. She calls back when I am almost done taking out my last braid. She’s putting on lipgloss and perfume. When she looks at the camera, she gasps and says “Your hair!”

Yeah. you said you wanted to see it out so, I decided to wear it out.

“You look so cute. Now I really wanna play in it.”

Well, when I come to see you; you can play in it for a few minutes

“Why only a few minutes?”

You think Imma come to Augusta and just sit around? We gotta order  knives and I wanna go to the mellow mushroom. You said it was a cool bar and I wanna see a lil bit of  your city.

“But what if I wanna just lay up with you and play in your hair?”

We can do that. But, you already told me that you like rubbing on folks and I like being rubbed on. That goes on for too long, We might end up in a few more positions than you intended , and you gon be doing a hell of a lot more than playing in my hair.

“ I’m down for wherever that leads us.”

Alani

“Jehraye”

Let me be clear, you rubbing on me…we fucking.

“I understand what you’re saying.”

Yeah, but are you okay with that happening?

“Yes, I want it to.”

Aight. Listen, I've been waiting for this.

“What do you mean?”

I purposefully ain’t been jacking off for about a week.”

“Okay.”

And imma hold off until I get to you.

“Oohhhhh”

Yeah so, you better be prepared.

“I hear you.”

We sit down at our tables and begin eating.  I wait to see her take her first bite.  I wanted her to like it because the recipe I gave her is truly my own and I wanted to know if she fucked with it. The way my eyes lit up when I saw  hers damn near bulge out of her head; the only way I coulda been any happier in that moment was if she and I were sitting in front of each other. I spooned  some of the food into my mouth as she moaned satisfactorily at the first taste of my food, she had no idea she was eating.  After telling her that I couldn't wait to see her, our conversation took a very sexual turn as we discussed some of the things we were and weren’t willing to do.

“How do you feel about aftercare?”

I rarely ever do it, but the times I have; i’ve enjoyed it.

“Why don’t you do it more?”

My goal is to satisfy the woman and myself, if that puts her to sleep; so be it.

“So aint nobody ever put you to sleep?”

Some have. 

“Well, I expect aftercare.”

And you gon get it, if you aint sleep.

So what’s your views on sucking dick?

“I like it. I only do it like a spur of the moment thing. I don’t plan it.”

Okay. I like kissing.That’s before, definitely during and after sex.

“Me too.”’

 Aight so, how would you feel if I wanted to eat yo ass?

“That’s a “no”.”

How come?

“I like to kiss, eating ass and kissing don’t usually go hand-in-hand.”

Gotcha 

You can bite and choke me though

“For real?”

Yes, Guidry. I’m cool with that; spanking, and to some degree, restraint.

“Oh baby, you gonna have the time of your life.”

And another thing.

“Yes?”

I am loud, and it ain’t always cute, especially if i’m enjoying it.

“Bae, I’m trying to put you in a position where you NEED aftercare. I don’t expect it to be cute.”

Speaking of, what is a typical aftercare routine for you?

“ simple shit.Take you to the toilet, sit with you while you pee.  Run you a shower, help clean you up. I’ll carry you if I have to. I’m a cuddler so, after I feel like you’re situated, I’ll clean up and cuddle you for a while. I might fall asleep, if I don’t within the hour; you can expect waffles to be made. But that is the least I would do.”

I want somewhere closer to the most you can do.

“Then you can’t fall asleep or I can do some of it during or before we fuck.”

Okay , I'm cool with that.

I’ll be honest, having this conversation with him right now, was definitely making me horny and in times like this, I am very grateful that I was born a woman. I have no doubt in my mind that if we were next to each other right now, he would be able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him.  Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched together and I felt that familiar tingle in my stomach. He didn’t help any with his hair falling into his face, licking his lips and kissing at me. The rest of that date, I was going back and forth with mindfulness and imagining what he would feel like inside of me. What his tongue and fingers felt like. What he sounds like when he moans, is he a hard or soft dom. What does he say, if anything while he’s having sex. Just then, I decided to ask. 

Jehraye.

“Yes, ma’am”

Do you talk during sex?

“Yes, I do. I talk, moan, cuss, I might say something in french.

You speak French?

A little, 

“Oh okay. I might make it my goal to hear some of that from you.

“ You get some French outta me, we locked in. the last person I did that with, we was together for 3 years.”

That ain’t THAT long .

“When you 17, yes it is.”

Fair point.

I don’t know why I decided to ask him that knowing it would lead me directly out of mindfulness and into fantasy land. I was still eating and talking but I wasn’t at this date. I was in my bed with this guy I just met three weeks ago, with my face buried into a pillow while he fucked me as I screamed his name in pure ecstasy. Jay must have noticed because when he finally got my attention back he said “ I’m thinking about it too and  I’m bricked the fuck up, baby.”  “Jaaayyy” his name comes out way more lust-filled than I intended.“ When I get ahold of you, you’ll know I meant what I said on our first date at Nana’s.” He says. “ All I ask is that you don’t run from me. If you need me to slow down or stop, that’s fine. But DO NOT RUN.” “Why not?” I ask. “ It aggravates me and I'm gonna want to punish you for it.” “How come?” “ cause if we fucking, you wanted this dick. So,  unless you say “stop” or I feel like I'm hurting you, you taking EVERY inch I got.” “Damn, It’s like that Jay 🙃?” I say. He comes back with “Ion get in no pussy I don’t wanna be in.”

At that moment,  I wanted this man more than I have the past few weeks. We talked some more about our personal “Do’s and Don'ts” of sex, and by the time this date was over, Jay had put his hair back up, I was wishing that I wore underwear.  Maybe it was best that I didn’t. I’m not a fan of that cold shit  hitting my pussy when I pull my underwear back up.  Our date continues on and we finish our food. We stay on facetime for the rest of the night, of course we fell asleep on the phone. This time though I didn’t hang up and awoke to see Jay getting dressed. I watched him for a few minutes before saying “Good morning.” He looked at the camera and said “good morning bae.” 

Uh uh, where you going?

“ 🙂I’m taking my nieces out for a lil bit of fun today.”

awwwww , what are ya’ll gonna do?

“They wanna go to the trampoline park and the movies.”

Okay, what are ya’ll gonna watch?

“They wanna see Tiana's Place”

Oh okay, I saw a few commercials for that.

“yeah”

Why y'all leaving so early though?

“So I can catch the matinee, These girls are pricey.”

You shouldn’t be worried about that.

“What you mean?”

The way you did and were willing to spend on me in Nola…

“Yea, now Imagine that on a slightly smaller scale, times three.”

Yep. Baby catch that matinee 

Exactly 😂that, on top of gas and feeding them whatever they wanna eat when one of em, wants crumbl cookie and  subway; the other one gonna want wendy’s but, a blizzard from sonic and the baby, she aint eating nothing that ain’t a 6pce nugget happy meal with apple slices and a mcflurry wit extra oreos. 

Ohhh with the way you spend money, you must be a damn popular Dentist.

“I make good money but I also have a roommate so I can save a bit more.”

Oh okay. Good Well, Imma let you go so you can enjoy your day with your nieces.

“Aht aht.”

What?

“When did we start hanging up without kisses?”

I blow a kiss at the phone and Jay says “Thank you” and hangs up. 

My Friday was pretty laid back. Until it wasn’t. My client went into an early labor, so I turned off Law & Order and made my way to North Augusta. When I got there I was the only part of her birthing team present. Because she hadn’t called anyone else yet. She’s one of the patients I offer free advice and to some degree birthing services to, as part of my program where I help young single mothers cope with, prepare for  and assist during birth. Despite this being her second time giving birth, she was terrified. I could see it in her eyes. She feared the pain, the uncertainty and a second breech birth. About five minutes after I got there we made calls to the rest of her birthing team, and set up the pool. 

We sat her in it and talked through the contractions and tried to keep her calm until it was time for her to push.  I held her hand, and fed her some strawberries and ice chips while she focused on breathing and pushing. About 3 hours later Her son had started to crown. When we told her, she started crying. This baby wasn’t breech and maybe this labor would be easier. Forty-five minutes after that baby  Eanion Ahzi  Rivers was born. He was so adorable.  We got him cleaned up and I stayed for a few hours after and took care of the baby while she rested.   I Picked my phone up and saw I had 2 missed calls from Jay. Eanion’s mama was a wake so I stepped out to return bae’s calls.

“You musta been sleep.”

No. I just helped deliver a baby a few hours ago.

“For real! How’d it go? Are mama and the baby okay?”

Yes, She had a little boy.

“Awwww. How are you doing though?”

I’m fine, we were prepared for a breech birth but he came out head first and he is the chubbiest lil thing you ever did see. How was the day with ya nieces?

“ listen, next time, they can’t get the Aux.”

Why?

“I fuck with Gracie’s corner but, I wanna hear some Akeem ali, Russ, D4L, Ludacris or something while i’m driving .”

 Jay, you don’t wanna know what sound the letter makes 😂?

“Hell no, I’m outta school shit 😂”

Well, It seems like you had just as good of a day as I did.

“I did. I love spending time with my nieces and nephews. I’m their favorite uncle.”

I bet you are. You’re definitely one of my favorite people.

“Awwwww, you mean that?”

Yeah.

“Aight, then sit on my face when I get to Augusta.”

JEHRAYE

“ALANI”

GUIDRY

“Quit calling me by my government like that.”

Well what do you want me to call you ?

“Jumbo dick Jay”

OMG you-

“I’m bullshiting. It ain’t that big. It’s just right for the body it's attached to.”

I bet. When are you gonna book your flight?

“Next week.”

Good, that way I can set my schedule up right. How long do you plan on staying?

 “Two days.”

Okay.

“Yeah, clear that schedule.”

I will.

After that she had to go back and attend to her client. I went to hang out with Kieran and Asa. Asa, my best friend since middle school and  the one who leaves me stranded on these road trips is a High School AP Calculus teacher. Kieran, my best friend since junior year of college and now  roommate, is an HR consultant. Asa has always wanted to be a teacher. Despite the pay and us trying to convince him to at least go into the college sector, loves what he does. He had a hard time with math when we were little and it frustrated him so, he decided he was gonna do what he had to. He wanted math to come almost as easy to  him as English and history did, and he made it happen. This nigga is one of the smartest people I know and he deserves every praise he gets. He’s worked hard for it.  Kieran on the other hand, Is married; well was married to Toni and they have a 4 year old son together. My Godson Kieran Jamez “KJ” Landry Jr. He always had a thing for Toni so, when they started dating, she became his girlfriend and I became both of their friends and  the third wheel. And despite going through a divorce; which I think is stupid because they clearly still love and want each other; these motherfuckas are hard headed and are hurting because  they tryna teach eachother lessons.  But I can’t force them together.  Me and the guys hang out for a few hours and then we head to our respective homes. I get in, Call Alani, we talk for awhile and I go to sleep.

PT 1

[dudeshusband]

art by me :D

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Inked • S.B

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Request: Hi! Could I request a Soulmate AU with Sirius please? Marauders era with matching tattoos. No rush and thank you 🌹🖤 — @fific7

Summary: Mary is determined to find your soulmate and not even an oncoming storm will stop her. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: some tattoo talk?, rain, thunder, I guess hints/implied bullying, Peter makes an appearance but like he’s not a key part and he’s not like bad or anything

Word Count: 2.3k

A.N: This is the kind of star I’m envisioning for your soulmark (just not yellow) I actually never specify the color, so you can imagine any color you want. This took me like a week to write for some reason. But I like how it turned out. Hopefully you guys do too! Love you all ❤️

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No one ever told you that soulmarks tingled.

When the eight pointed star seared itself into the flesh of the inside of your left elbow at age sixteen, you thought that was it. You thought that it would just sit there innocently to the point where it wouldn’t cross your mind every second of every day, but Merlin were you wrong.

The prickling of the mark was constant, like pins and needles jabbing relentlessly into your arm. It wasn’t exactly painful, it was just an obnoxious and infuriating reminder that you still haven’t found your soulmate.

Hogwarts was practically the place for the vast majority of witches and wizards to find their soulmate, as it was basically the only topic discussed amongst the sixth and seventh years.

Honestly, you just wanted your mark to stop its incessant tingling to the point where you wouldn’t mind anyone being your soulmate. You’ve never heard any complaints from your friends who had already found their true loves, so you assume that the sensation stops eventually.

But you were tired of scratching at your arm making it look like you had some weird sort of flesh eating disease. It was unflattering and highly inconvenient.

Sure, you could run around like a headless hippogriff with your sleeve rolled up asking everyone you encounter if they’ve seen another person with that identical mark, but that’s not romantic. And you wanted romantic, Merlin damn it.

Plus, imagine the burn of embarrassment that would overtake your entire being if no one shared your soulmark. You shudder at the mere thought.

So, you learn to live with it.

You almost want to rip your arm off when it gets particularly bad while studying or trying to get the perfect measurement for your potion, but after a full year you’re almost used to it.

You’re used to how often your friends would gush about their own soulmates and their constant questions about why you’re still single as well.

Mary MacDonald, one of your best friends, had already found her soulmate, some boy from Beauxbatons that sent her too many Howlers during breakfast, but they loved each other, so who were you to complain?

But ever since she found hers, she’s been pretty determined to seek out yours. Even getting her boyfriend to ask around his own school. You can never show your face around Beauxbatons and that’s final.

She’ll make you sit around the courtyard, pretending to read a book, while she scans the arms of the many crowds in search of your star. Mary tries to walk in on top secret Quidditch practices to get a glimpse of any rolled up sleeves, but so far, no good.

That’s really the only reason she’s dragging you down to the Black Lake even though dark grey clouds are hanging heavy in the sky.

“Mary!” You huff as she drags you down the grassy hills, the smell of rain thick in the air. “I know what you’re doing, I’m not daft, y’know.”

Her hand tightens around yours as she starts to feel you resist.

“What I’m doing? (Y/n), it’s a nice day to just hang out at the lake!” Mary cries, the lie hidden well if she wasn’t your best friend.

“Mary it’s about to torrential downpour.” You scoff.

“I thought you liked the rain.” She shrugs innocently, the sound of weeds getting crushed beneath your school shoes loud in your ears.

“Mary, my soulmate might not even be at Hogwarts!” You exclaim, trying to get out of this whole situation. You could be curled up by the fire with a sugar quill, but no, why would Mary let you have some peace and quiet? “They might be older or younger than me—“

“Well we won’t know that, will we, until we check everyone in our year first.” She insists.

The deep murky water is in sight, a few people are lazily lounging around the water’s edge. Like they haven’t even noticed the rain clouds overhead.

“You’re obsessed.” You sigh, finally stopping your attempts to wriggle away from her.

“It’s because I love you.” She smiles sweetly at you, cheeks pushed high, obscuring her dark eyes.

You continue to rub the inside of your arm against the side of your abdomen, attempting to find some sort of relief. The scratchy fabric of your white button down against your grey vest is probably the most effective. The closer to the bank you get, the better you’re able to make out the figures.

The owner of the vibrant red hair was obviously Lily, one of Mary’s friends, and also the more sensible of the group considering her coat was tightly wrapped around her. She’s in a somewhat similar situation as you—she hasn’t shown her soulmark to anyone. However, if what Mary drunkenly told you one night is true, it matches James Potter’s to a tee. Poor her.

Peter was also there, kicking rocks around and chuckling at whatever story Lily was telling them. His Gryffindor jumper is a little short on him while his slacks are a little long, mud dirtying the hem of them. As far as you know, he doesn’t even have a soulmark. It’s not uncommon or something to be ashamed of, but ever since certain people found out, it’s been quite the issue. Sure the infamous Marauders took care of the situation the best they could, but the damage was already done.

The last person was obviously Sirius, you could tell by the way he has his wand situated in his bun. He was closer to the water, picking up flat stones to skip across. His bark like laugh echoing across the space. You and Mary weren’t too far from the group now, so you could tell that the top two buttons of his dress shirt were popped open. Sirius Black’s soulmark was another mystery. He seems like the type to brag about something as important as a soulmark, but as far as you know, only James, Remus, and Peter were privy to that sort of information.

“Hey guys!” Lily perks up, waving at the two of you.

You smile and wave at her, but as Mary stops and chat, you gravitate closer to Peter and Sirius.

“So where are the other two?” You ask, watching as his stone skips across the water, finally ending with a satisfying plunk!

Sirius turns to face you, a few loose strands framing his face, blowing slightly in the wind.

“Detention.” He remarks casually, lazily trying to tame his curls.

“And you two aren’t?”

Peter shakes his head enthusiastically, blond hair bobbing around. “Sirius and I managed to escape before Slughorn lost it.”

“Hey Pete!” You hear Mary call from behind you. “Don’t you wanna know what you missed in Muggle Studies?”

“Shit, yeah.” Peter bounds over to where Lily and Mary are sitting, leaving you and Sirius alone. Your feet shuffle at the predicament.

You slowly inch closer to Sirius, the large distance awkward without a third person. You’re forced to hold down a wince as your mark prickles almost painfully.

Sirius’ eyes are almost the same shade as the clouds in the sky as they pierce into yours.

“You know how to skip rocks?” He tosses you a smooth stone which you catch effortlessly.

You open your mouth to respond but before you’re able to, you’re cut off by a clap of thunder. The ripples of thunder makes you jump slightly.

“We should probably go inside—“ You start, shivering at the cold wind that begins to roll past you.

“Scared of a little thunder, (Y/n)?” Sirius teases, smirking at your shivering form.

“Don’t be a prick.” You snort. “Just throw your rock.”

You push the thought of the oncoming storm to the back of your mind as you position yourself on the bank.

The water laps at you shoes as you toe the edge, running your thumb over the smooth surface. You mirror Sirius’ position, slightly crouched at the knee, body angled towards the lake.

“One...two...three!”

You watch his body move fluidly through the positions, the stone releasing and skipping across the water delicately. Not only do you get distracted by Sirius, but the mark on your arm gives a sudden jolt, making your posture falter and your stone crash recklessly into the lake.

Sirius brings a ringed fist up to his mouth, trying and failing to stifle a laugh.

“It’s not that funny.” You grumble, embarrassed.

“I mean, it’s pretty fucking hilarious. I thought you said you knew how to skip rocks?” He crosses his arms over his chest, eyebrows raised, a chuckle still lightly escaping his amused smile.

“Technically, I didn’t tell you shit.” You remark. “The thunder cut me off.”

“Ah yes. The spooky thunder.” He drawls, wagging his painted fingers at you mockingly.

You bring your hand up to flick him off when you feel a cool dot of water drop onto your hand.

“Hey, did you just feel a—“

In the middle of talking, one raindrop becomes hundreds, the torrential downpour almost instantly soaking you to your bones. You hair plasters to your skin, clothes clinging onto you.

“—raindrop?” You utter weekly, a chill coming over you.

Your eyes widen as you look at Sirius, how his dark hair sticks wildly to his face, like curtains across his eyes.

Lily and Mary let out identical high pitched shrieks, and you hear the sound of mud squelching as the three run back towards the castle.

As Sirius tries to wipe the wet hair from his face, you grab onto his wrist, pulling him as your sprint back to the castle. You’re fumbling as you try not to slip in the mud but at the same time try get to the cover of the castle quickly.

“A little thunder, my arse, Sirius!” You huff out, his wrist still grasped tightly in your hand.

You hear him chuckle behind you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Cold water traces down your back and fills your shoes, your discomfort rapidly increasing with every step and every second you spend outdoors.

Your mind drifts off to Sirius, who was only in his white uniform button down. He must be freezing.

After sloshing through puddles and mucking up your shoes, you manage to get under the cover of the stone castle.

Your teeth are chattering and you body trembles, but at least the rain isn’t cutting into your skin anymore.

Lily, Mary, and Peter are nowhere to be found, though they’re probably making their way to the Gryffindor common room already.

Sirius is wringing out his drenched dark curls, his wand between his lips, but you’re too focused in the face that his shirt is now completely see through. Your eyes wander as you ogle his fit body, shamelessly trailing everywhere. You bite your bottom lip at your confidence.

However, something catches your eye as you admire his arms. A black splotch. Like a tattoo in the inside of his elbow. You somehow go colder than you already were.

“Admiring my beauty—Hey!”

You step forward and latch onto his arm, trying to get a better look at the spot on his arm. Initially, he struggles, but you jab your finger into his skin, your own mark tingling beneath your wet clothes.

“What’s your problem, (Y/n)?” He angrily grunts.

“What’s this, Sirius?” You demand, looking at him.

“Why?” Sirius rips his arm out of your grasp, trying his best to hide the mark from you.

“Because,” You explain, rolling up your own sleeve to expose the eight pointed star on your arm. “We might have something in common.”

Your entire body erupts into shivers both from the cold wind against your soaked skin and the way your soulmark buzzing.

The star stands out against your skin and you watch Sirius’ eyes widen, his jaw going slightly slack.

“Sirius.” You whisper. “I need to know if you’re my soulmate.”

The rain pounds against the castle, wind whistles, and thunder claps, and yet you don’t jump. You’re too focused on Sirius’ expression.

Silently, he brings his index finger to your mark and lightly traces the shape with his fingertip. His finger is cold, but you barely realize it because of the shock that runs through your body, originating from his touch. Goosebumps run wildly across your flesh.

He swallows harshly before pulling away and recklessly pushes his sleeve up the length of his arm. Your heart beats wildly in your chest in anticipation.

Sirius shoves his arm in front of you and you bring your gaze to focus on the inside of his elbow.

And there it is.

His soulmark.

Your soulmark.

The lines are clean and the points are sharp, the star is clear against his skin.

“Oh.”

“You’re my soulmate.” Sirius mutters. “Oh thank Merlin!” He’s laughing, a smile growing across his face.

His laughter is infectious and you find yourself joining him, practically jumping with glee.

Sirius latches onto you, pulling your wet bodies close. He brings his lips to your forehead, warmth spreading from the contact.

“We should celebrate.” Sirius remarks, pulling away just enough to see your entire form.

“Hold on.” You chuckle. “I think you’re forgetting to do something.”

His grey eyes flick down to your lips. “How could I ever forget the best part?” He smirks.

You lips are slow to connect, relishing in the sounds of the rain and how his his hands wrap around your elbows, thumb pressed into your mark.

When they finally join together, you feel whole. Like two puzzle pieces linked together. Eyes flutter shut as emotion run rampant through your body. Your mark tingles before fizzling out when you and Sirius disconnect.

You’re breathless as you cling onto him, as he clings onto you.

“We’ve got a party to throw,” Sirius grabs your hand. “soulmate.”

A stupid grin makes its way across your face.

“Lead the way, soulmate.”

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[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello, here's my resume for the matchup <3

I'm a bisexual brown girl and I can be very chatty.

I'm an INFP and I can be loyal to a fault, mostly kind, indecisive, playful, chatty but prefer to listen, kinda ambitious and that's all I guess.

I really like things that are considered feminine like dresses, makeup, jewellery (rings!) and things of that sort.

Things I'm interested in other than anime- mystery series, books, writing, cooking and yada yada.

My love language is 'act of service' and I could totally be a sugar mommy if I had money.

Here's my turn ons- basic hygiene (doesn't smell like they woke up in the dumpster, talking from experience :p), serious type, shows basic respect and gives space, its okay if they aren't overly romantic.

And my turn offs- perverted mindset, unfaithful and the basics.

Ummmmm I don't have a preference just please don't give me Re-destro, I don't like him.

Also thanks in advance! I look forward to your reply!

(dude, we literally have the exact same personality type whaaaa?)

Match-Up #15

I match you with Re Destro-

(Pshhhh! Hahahaha!!! Did I get you? Just kidding, I’ll stop playing now lol)

-I match you with Chitose Kizuki-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-She’s very bold and likely asked you out before you asked her. The two of you met at her company when you came in to submit a resume. She took over the role of HR and decided to interview you herself. She probably came off as conceited at first (and maybe you were right), but I promise she has a soft spot. The interview was difficult. She was throwing a lot of hard-ball questions your way but you managed just fine. The thing that got you the job was how chatty you were. At some point during the interview you both got off topic about the job and started talking about the latest trends and shopping etc. She smirked at you before reaching out to shake your hand. “You’re hired.” She smiled and sent you on your way. I don’t think it even passed to be a week of you working there before she invited you out to lunch with her. Probably right away you noticed this wasn’t work related and that she wanted to date you. What the hell, why not? Office romances could be messy and affect your job, but she was just damn good at persuasion and got you hook line sinker.

-Dating her is so much fun I’d imagine. The shopping trips are out of this world. You’ll have to let go of the role of sugar mommy because that’s her job. She spoils the shit out of you any chance she gets. She has no issues since she does it to herself as well. She’s got a real unbeatable ‘treat yourself’ personality. Her bank accounts could cry if they had eyes to do so lol. Whatever you want just throw it in the cart or else she’ll do it herself. No seriously...she knows you can be indecisive so she’ll step in and do it for you. Cute dresses, Makeup, Jewelry, Books, Cooking Utensils, literally anything! I think the way she shows most of her affection is through gift giving. She also feels loved by having her partner spend time with her. Hopefully you can fulfil this! Speaking of love languages, she’s got no issues with acts of service but you have to let her ease into it. She’s gotten too used to having things done for herself through maid/butler life so now she’s having to adjust to doing it for you instead of having a worker do it instead. You can tell she’s trying and it’s a little funny watching her struggle (a little mean but that’s true lol).

-She’s a good person to have as a partner really. She’s got her flaws here and there but if you can put up with it then it’ll work. She can be flirty but not full on perverted so no need to worry much there. She sometimes has a hard time giving you the space you need. She has a deep fear of being left behind so it’s hard sometimes for her to leave you to yourself. She’s extremely loyal and so are you. Make sure to let her know this so she can calm it down a little bit and also so she can give you some alone time haha. As far as flaws, she’s not too playful at first but I’m sure you bring it out in her later on. She’s got an uptight and classy way about her but only you can see her silly behind closed doors. She keeps up with her looks, always smelling like the best soaps and perfumes that you can find! She’s also chatty by default thanks to her career role. Sometimes you sit back and let her talk while you listen. It’s nice to have someone ask her questions for once instead of the other way around. She admires your ambition and she thinks your interests are rather lovely. She makes note of everything you like so when date night rolls around she knows what to do to make you happy. That’s just her long-term goal...making you happy.

[rebelwrites]

If My Body Had A Say (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N told you it was gonna be a sinful week, my brain is in nonstop thirst mode this week! Song used is “Body Say” by Demi Lovato! Enjoy 😉

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This Months Writing

“Right guys I have a feeling it’s gonna be a busy night tonight.” You smiled as you let the bar door slam behind you.

“Oh that’s it, turn up when everything is done!” Jake laughed.

“Urm you do remember, I am the boss and own this place right?” You winked, dumping your bag in the bar, “Just be grateful I’m tending tonight.”

“And by the looks of it, hoping to get laid as well” Jade laughed.

“Is it that obvious?” You smirked, as you hung your leather jacket up, revealing the black mesh top giving the perfect view of the red lace bra underneath.

“Nah” she winked.

“Just to let you know I will be calling dibs on any table there’s a cute guy on, shout up if you see one walk in. You all know my type” you laughed.

It was now around nine pm and you were right, tonight was busy but not too bad. You had your back to the door, pouring drinks when you felt something being thrown at you.

“Eyes right. Just walked in” Jake winked, looking over to the door you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip at the Blonde god that just strolled in like he owned the place.

“Best wingman ever,” you smirked at Jake “Whatever table they are at, remember it’s mine tonight”

“Are you talking about the table or Blondie?” Jade laughed.

“Well if I have my way, then Blondie'' You grinned as the boys made their way over to the bar. You couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed the phone that was purely used for the music, scrolling through the playlists until you found the one you were looking for before hitting shuffle.

Turning back to the bar, you flashed the boys your best smile, whilst leaning forward giving Blondie the perfect view of your boobs, and you didn’t miss his eyes dropping before quickly looking back up.

“What table are you on boys?” You asked.

“The booth in the back corner,” Blondie smirked, as you locked eyes and in that moment it felt like it was only the two of you in the building.

“Perfect” you grinned, breaking eye contact with him, “write your order down and I will bring the drinks over shortly, also I am gonna need to get a credit card and ID to get the tab set up”

“Get Ya wallet out peaches!” One of the guys said as he slapped his hand on blondie’s back. “You lost the bet so tonight is all on you!”

“It was a stupid bet!” He huffed handing his bank card and ID over to you, his fingers brushing against yours, sending sparks through your skin.

“Thanks, I will bring this over once I’ve done” you nodded, flashing him your signature smirk.

Spinning around you placed both hands against the counter, taking a deep breath before looking down at the ID, you didn’t need it but he didn’t know that.

“That was sneaky, Y/N” Jade laughed, looking over your shoulder at the ID “fuck, girl he is Navy!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve hit the fucking jackpot!” You grinned as you got the tab set up before slipping the bank card and ID into the back pocket of your jeans so you could get the drinks started, moving my body to the beat of the music.

“Someone can’t stop watching,” Jake laughed as he squeezed behind you.

“Let him watch,” you winked, as you grabbed your bottle of beer, bringing it to your lips as you locked eyes with Clay, throwing him a wink as you licked your lips, before you grabbed the tray of drinks. “Oh this is gonna be easy”

As you got closer to the table you heard the conversation.

“Seriously, you made it so obvious that you were staring at her boobs” one of the guys said.

“I think she caught me” Clay laughed “but I mean damn she is absolute fire, I couldn’t help myself”

As you got closer the conversation stopped, placing the tray down in the center of the table, you decided to keep hold of Clay’s ID and bank card for a little bit, as you had a plan.

“So what is a bunch of Navy Seals, doing in a little bar of mine?” You asked leaning against the wall.

“Change of scenery” one said. “And our boy here lost a bet, so we thought we would come cause some chaos in a new place”

“Well if you need another troublemaker, you let me know” you smirked “Trouble is my middle name, enjoy boys”

As you walked off, you put an extra swing in your hips and you felt a set of eyes burning into your ass. This boy was putty in your hands and you loved it. And if the change of music didn’t give the game away then you didn’t know what would.

About an hour had passed, and a lot of flirting had happened between you and Clay already, whenever they needed more drinks he was the one to come up to the bar. The conversation just flowed with him and you felt like you had known him years.

Leaning your forearms against the bar you locked eyes with him again, that smirk of his was going to get you into some serious trouble. As the music changed you bite down on your lip.

“If I had it my way, I would take the lead. And if I had it my way, I would take you deep. If my body had a say, I'd get it off my chest. Show you all the red lace underneath this dress. And our eyes are crossing paths across the room. There's only one thing left for us to do” you mouthed along with the song, as you maintained eye contact with Clay from across the room, “You can touch me with slow hands. Speed it up, baby, make me sweat. Dreamland, take me there 'cause I want your sex. If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away. Touch, make love, taste you”

You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and his blue eye darkened with desire. Before he looked down, laughing at something the guys had said. His smile made you feel so many emotions and left you feeling weak at the knees. Grabbing a napkin and a pen you scribbled a note before folding it up, placing it between the cards.

No one had ordered more drinks but there order was the same each time so you quickly got it all together before taking them over.

“We didn’t order any more drinks?” Jason said.

“Well you boys looked thirsty, so this one is on me” you smirked before turning to Clay, “oh I forgot I still had these” you said, passing him back his ID and bank card. “I’m going on a break soon, so if you need anything just ask Jade or Jake and they will look after you”

As you walked away you saw Clay check the note you had left him. Smirking to yourself you headed to the bar. “Right I am going on break, and if my plan has worked I don’t know how long I will be” you winked “just don’t come looking for me because you might see things you don’t wanna see”

It wasn’t long before the door to your office burst open, with a hungry Clay standing in the doorway. He didn’t waste any time as he rushed over to you grabbing your jaw in his hands, smashing his lips against yours, this kiss was far from romantic, it was full of urgency and lust, you smirked into the kiss letting the sparks fly through your body as you fumbled with the belt on his jeans.

“You have been such a tease all night,” he growled against your lips.

“What you gonna do about it?” You giggled, as you pushed his jeans and his boxers down, wrapping your hand around his dick, slowly pumping, making a low groan leave his lips.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things,” he groaned “starting with bending you over this desk.”

“Don’t you want your dick sucking first!” You whispered, as you ran your fingers over the head, making his knees buckle slightly. “I’m really good at it.”

“I have no doubt about that, Princess” he groaned “but I just wanna fuck you so bad right now”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” You said looking through your lashes at him.

Within a few seconds, your jeans were around your ankles and you were pressed against your desk, ass in the air ready for Clay. The sharp sting on his hand made you moan before the feeling of him stretching you out making you gasp. He gave it a couple of seconds for you to adjust to his size, but then he got impatient, his fingers digging into your hips and he pounded you from behind.

“Oh fuck” you screamed, “shit that feels so good”

“God you feel good wrapped around my dick” Clay groaned, as his thrusts got harder.

“Shit, that’s the spot” you cried as he wrapped one arm round finding your clit. The feeling was intense, you hadn’t had sex in a while so everything was tighter and made the pleasure more intense, alongside the fact that you were at work. “Fuck, Clay don’t stop”

“I wasn’t planning on stopping, Princess” he growled.

You swore your souls left you body, as he thrust as hard as he could, the feeling of him assaulting your clit as well as the hard strokes pushed you over the edge, screaming his name as you came, but he didn’t stop, even though you were still riding the orgasm out, everything was even more sensitive now and he knew this by how you were responding, so he carried on as he chased his own high, leading you to a second mind blowing orgasm within minutes, both finishing at the same time.

“Fuck” you breathed, resting your check against the cool wood of your desk.

“You okay down there?” Clay said with a breathless laugh.

“Ask me in five minutes” you laughed, “not gonna lie, no one has ever fucked me that good before”

“Well just shows you hadn’t met the right person” he laughed as he slowly pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of feeling. “You know this doesn’t have to be a one time thing right”

“Who said it was gonna be a one time thing anyway?” You giggled as you cleaned yourself up before pulling your jeans back up. “I have your address baby, I didn’t need your ID for the tab, that was just for me”

“You sneaky shit,” Clay laughed, resting his hands on your hips. “But I know I’m gonna need more, I’m gonna need to taste you, and I know I’m gonna get addicted to you.”

“Take me on a date then Spenser,” you smirked, getting lost in his blue eyes, “and I might show you just how naughty I can get.”

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[pretoriafics]

Be mine - Immersive Weekend #2

Okay, first of all, I would like to say that I got a lil bit confused about the "dating" word. I did some researches because, as you all know, I'm a Portuguese native speaker who has English as a second language. I'm sorry if this request is not what you are expecting ç_ç I did my best on it. I can't avoid language issues. You can request another one if you didn't like this.

+18 ONLY Reader’s name: Anne Word count: 1.755 Pairings: Hungarian!Chubby!Reader x Bucky Contain: Tons of fluff <3; Smutty Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

You used to take a few photos from Central Park itself and couples. This last one gives you an amount of money and helps you to share your photography studio. Bucky met you one of those days, and you were taking a few photos from the park. You were so charming, especially your size. Bucky would love to hold your shorty form in his arms.

But when his therapist recommended Bucky to talk with you, things began to evolve.

You were an amazing woman. He loves the artistic persona of you and how kind you are. You were such a precious help for him while he tries to let all things about Winter Soldier in his past. And, of course, it didn't take too long for Bucky to feel attracted to you. After all, your confidence and accent were pretty seductive for him. You achieved the deed to got him to blush once when you were flirting with him.

But things have been changing lately.

Bucky has been so busy with Sam and the missions that your dates were constantly interrupted by an emergency. It completes gets you annoyed, but you were trying to be understanding. Then, one day, both of you just thought that yeah, maybe it would be better if you guys just spend time together. It could be at his apartment or yours.

But he needs to try a date night one more time, with no interruptions. Just you and him.

Bucky took you to a surprise date. He covers your eyes, and you could take it off just when both of you arrive at your destiny. The sky was full of stars, and the waterfall gives the romantic mood you need. Near the banks of the waterfall, there was a van. Its interior was all padded with pillows and blankets and entirely decorated with lights.

You gaped slightly with all of that, and your heart almost melted inside your chest. Then, Bucky holds your hand and looks at you.

"I thought that I should do something special to you. Our dates always get ruined by something, but this time it will be different."

"This is so beautiful..." You said, with the air in your lungs fading away. Your heart was racing, and you look at him with a smile on your face. "I can't believe this!"

Bucky looks at you smiling, and he walks to his car again, putting a song on it. Then, he approaches you and reaches out to you.

"Would you give me the honor of a dance with me?"

You felt your face burning.

"Of course."

He took your hand and pulls you close to his body, and then you and he was dancing slowly under the stars glancing at each other. All of that was being so perfect! His hands were resting on your waistline, your hands onto his chest... Bucky can't stop looking at each detail of you. Your curly hair, your eyes... He loves the shape of your lips. That certainly is the part of your body that drives him crazy! The way you moves them... Bucky could spend the entire day just looking at your moving lips.

He could spend his entire day looking at your ass too. However, Bucky doesn't think he could talk it with you. Not right now. He even hasn't touched you the way he wants yet! But maybe he could get it today.

"You're stunning today." He said to you, resting his hand on your face and sliding his thumb on your skin in a gentle caress. "Mainly with your blushed cheeks."

You let out a low chuckle, feeling your cheeks got even redder.

"Am I blushed?"

"Yeah, totally. But don't worry, it's cute."

You look at him, letting out a low chuckle again. Bucky always arouses feelings inside your chest, but this night he was doing it on a completely new level.

You rest your head on his chest, and he put his chin on your head. Now, he was sliding his fingers through your curly hair. You were still dancing slowly, in such an intimate moment. You two had never done it before.

Then, Bucky's voice made presence again.

"Doll... Uh, I mean, Anne..." Bucky clears his throat, anxious. You rest your chin on his chest, looking up to him.

"You can call me Doll if you want, Bucky." You said, almost melting for his words. "I don't mind."

He smiles at you, resting his hand on your face and looking at you with such caress in the eyes.

"Okay, Doll. I wanna know if you are hanging out with someone else."

"I'm not. What about you?"

"I'm not either. I mean, I don't need it, and I don't want to. I have you. You're all I want and need."

Oh my Godness. It was pretty hard for you to stand on foot right now. Your legs were shaking in anxiety. He never told things like that for you before.

"You know, I don't need someone else. I just need you."

Bucky gives you a smile and curves himself to kiss you softly and slowly. That was not the first kiss of yours, but without a sign of doubt was a different one. It was like the first time you tasted his lips. So magical. So right. It felt like home to you.

Then, he breaks the kiss. Bucky stays so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face.

"So be mine, Anne." He said with a low and soft voice. Your heart failed a beat. "Let me be yours and be mine. I want you."

You felt anxious, and the words suddenly wipe away from your mind.

"Are you requesting me to be your girlfriend?" You finally said, and a chuckle let out the soldier's lips.

"Yeah, I am."

"Okay. I want it. I'm yours."

With his heart warm in pure love, Bucky kisses you again, slowly and so caring. When he breaks the kiss, this time, he took your hand and guides you to the van.

"Come here." He said, entering the van and sitting in the blankets. Between the pillows, he took out a small black box. You lay down on the blankets, looking at him when he gives you the box "It's just a gift. You know, to forget every time I needed to leave you alone."

You opened the box and saw a golden and delicate necklace. You let out a sigh, enchanted.

"You didn't have to do it, Bucky. Oh, thank you. It's so beautiful!"

You sat on the blankets, taking the necklace off of the box. Bucky took the jewel and put it on you.

"I'll not let you alone anymore, okay? I promise you."

Bucky gets close to you, and you get stuck into his blue eyes. Then, he rests his hand on your bare leg and kisses you, with his hand sliding up and down on you. He absolutely loves the softness of your skin, so he can't wait to see you giving your body to his wills. The taste of your lips, the smell of yours... It all acts like fuel to him. He just wants to kiss you even more.

Bucky deep the kisses on your lips and his touch on your bare leg puts your body on fire. You are pretty sure he could be considered a drug. You are addicted to him, and you needed more of his lips, his touches.

He lays you down in the blankets of the van without stopping to kissing you. His hand slides up on your leg, going under your dress and reaching your panties. Actually, you and Bucky never did anything related to sex. He was from other times, and he still got some old manners. So, he wanted to touch you just when he get sure you want him the way he wanted you.

Now he gets your answer Bucky can't wait to find out how you react to his touches.

Bucky slides his lips from yours to your neck, kissing you and putting some nibbles on your skin. A wave of pure fire runs through your body, and when he slides his fingers on your pussy over your panties, you let out a long sigh of pleasure. Wanting more of him, you slide down your nails on his abs under his shirt. You reach his pants button, and you open it. When your hand slides to his cock's direction, you felt a smile on his lips.

"Such an impatient girl... I'll take care of your manners later."

You bite your inner lip and looks at him. When your eyes met his blue ones, your body shakes. There was something different on them. They were darker, possessive. Bucky pulls the top of your dress down, exposing your naked breast. Then, he fits himself between your legs on his knees, taking your panties off and spreading your legs. His hands run through the inner part of your legs, and he looks at you. The white color of your face was already redder in lust. The vision of you giving yourself on him droves him crazy.

Bucky curves himself over you, taking one of your nipples with his mouth. Your fingers intertwine in his hair in an incentive to continue, while his fingers trace circles on the most sensitive part of your body. His touches make your veins burn, and you already feel wetter.

But when you let escape a low moan... Damn, it just made his desire for you grow even more. He wants you mad in lust, begging him to continue. He wants to hear you scream his name under the night.

Bucky let out your nipple, and you look at him, dizzy in pleasure. He goes down on your body and kisses the bare skin of the inner part of your leg. His voice was low and darker.

"I'll just put one rule tonight, babe." He said, without stopping to kiss you. His deep eyes were focused on yours while you look at him, putting your body up by your forearms to look at him better. You were a prisoner under his blue eyes. "I want you looking at me all the time." His kisses slide upon you until his mouth reaches your wet pussy, eating you with such a will.

But then, he started to talk again while eats you.

"I want to see how you are when you come."

Yeah, it will be a long and noisy night.

[dreamypeaches]

let’s hear it for the boy | jj maybank x reader

summary: you take on the role of jj’s hype woman as his insecurities begin to overwhelm him.

warnings: alcohol use, cursing, allusions to sex

word count: 2k

a/n: i listened to this song (let’s hear it for the boys by deniece williams) on the way to work the other day and couldn’t stop thinking about how much it applies to jj. so here’s this tooth rotting fluff fic. i threw another parks and rec reference in. idk what it is but jj and his girl give me subtle april and andy vibes. enjoy :)

This was not the first time you had ended up like this with JJ. Curled up on his bed in the Chateau, holding him close as he complained about his dad or the Kooks or just life in the Outer Banks. Tonight was different though. JJ had fallen deeper into his thoughts than ever before, picking out every one of his flaws and insecurities and laying them out bare for you.

You listened with a frown on your face as your boyfriend continued to shit on himself. Usually you would stay quiet, inserting kind words here and there, but letting him vent to you until he was finished or he fell asleep. Tonight, however, you had to interrupt when JJ took it too far.

“I’m such a piece of shit, Y/N, why are you even with me? You should just fucking leave, I’m sure you would be a lot happier.”

“Hey!” You nearly shouted, causing JJ to jump from your arms and turning to look at you with wide eyes. You sat up on your knees, taking JJ’s face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. You’d had enough. Tonight, you were going to tell this magnificent boy in front of you just how amazing he is.

“I love you, JJ! I’m not going anywhere! You are the most amazing person I have ever met!”

JJ’s eyes softened slightly at the words, but right now is insecurity was louder than your voice.

“You shouldn’t be with a guy like me. I’m going to hurt you, Y/N. I’m going to say something I don’t mean and fuck it all up because that’s just who I am. I’m just a dirty Pogue from the Cut.”

You released his head and shook your own.

“JJ, you can’t really believe that.” You spoke. Words of encouragement and adoration tumbled from your lips as you began to discuss exactly why JJ was the best man in the world.

He ain't got much to say

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

I know that he loves me anyway

JJ always had a way with words. He could lie his way out of any situation and charm himself into another one. Hell, he had found a way to charm you into his life. But when he finally had you, he started falling for you hard. The words suddenly became stuck in his throat, all the love and emotions he felt for you falling to the wayside. It frustrated him, not being able to find the words to tell you how much he loved you. You knew though.

With you, JJ didn’t have a way with words, he had a way of making you feel loved with just a single touch. The way he held you close to him at a Kegger, his hand in yours helping you onto the Pogue, the passionate kisses and bruising grip on your hips as he pounded into you. He didn’t have to say it. You knew he loved you, beyond a doubt.

And maybe he don't dress fine

But I don't really mind

'Cause every time he pulls me near

I just wanna cheer

Your sister was getting married, and all the Pogues were invited. Standing in your bridesmaids dress by your parents at the entrance to the venue, you saw the familiar orange van pull up and the door slide open. John B jumped out with Sarah, wearing a nice shirt and pants that his girlfriend surely picked out for him. Pope was next, and you recognized the suit he was wearing as the same one he wore to his scholarship interview. In a beautiful, but simple sundress, Kiara popped out behind Pope. Trailing behind them, your eyes softened at your boyfriend, who wore the only button up shirt he owned with a pair of khaki cargo shorts, his usual black boots, and his signature red hat sitting backward on his head. You felt your mother tense up beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “What on earth is JJ wearing?”

You ignored your mom, too busy grinning at your approaching boyfriend. His grin was just as wide, scooping you up in his arms and kissing you hard.

“Hello my beautiful girlfriend!”

“Hi my interestingly dressed boyfriend.” He put you down, stepping back and looking down at himself before meeting your eyes.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” He questioned with a furrowed brow. You giggled and pulled him back to you, shaking your head.

“Nothing, baby, you look amazing,” You said truthfully.

“Damn right I do.”

Let's hear it for the boy

Let's give the boy a hand

Let's hear it for my baby

JJ buried his face in your chest as you spoke. You ran your finger though his hair, feeling him groan as you finish talking about the wedding.

“God, that fit was so terrible.”

“Yeah, it was, but it was also super adorable, just like you.”

He groaned again making you giggle.

“Do remember what happened at the reception though?” You asked. He shook his head and peeked up at you. A small smile on your face, you recount the night with stars in your eyes.

You know you gotta understand

Maybe he's no Romeo

But he's my loving one-man show

Let's hear it for the boy

JJ held you close on his lap as you sat with the rest of the Pogues. You watched your sister dancing with her new wife, a small smile on your face. Kiara poked you, stealing your attention away.

“So, when are you two gonna tie the knot?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. The hands on your thighs tightened their grip and you turned to look at JJ. He had a drunken smirk on his face as he gazed down at you.

“What do you say, sunshine? Wanna get married? Wedding sex is always amazing, imagine what it’s like when your the one getting married,” He said, winking.

You scoffed, turning back around and getting up from his lap.

“How romantic, J,” You say before walking off toward the bar. Kie slapped the back of JJ’s head, giving him a look that said What the hell?

JJ sighs and stands, following after you.

“Baby…” JJ stands before you as you take your drink from the bartender, not meeting his eyes. He grips your hip with one hand, the other gently taking your chin and tilting it up. You sigh and push his arm away.

“It’s fine, JJ, I know you were just joking.”

“What makes you say that?”

You freeze looking back at him, stomach fluttering at the sincere look on his face. Taking your hand, he pulls you closer, brushing your hair behind your ear and resting his palm on your cheek.

“I want to marry you, sunshine, more than anything. I’m sorry for the shit proposal, but I’ll make it up you.”

You grin up at him.

“Promise?”

He leans down, lips ghosting over yours.

“Promise.”

JJ was on his side now, head propped up on his hand. He was smiling down at you as he remembered the night with you.

“I still haven’t made it up to you.”

“Oh you have, a million times over.”

My baby may not be rich

He's watching every dime

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

We always have a real good time

Dates with JJ were always special. He pulled out all the stops, using whatever tips or extra cash he had made that week to get you a special dinner or a gift. Some weeks were less successful than others, and this was one of them. Most of his money had gone to his bike, which was in the shop. But his empty wallet wasn’t going to stop him from showing his girlfriend a good time.

You grinned as you pulled up to the Chateau, seeing your boyfriend waiting for you near the dock. You hopped out of your car and raced down to him, jumping into his arms. After a long kiss, you rest your forehead on his.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“Better now that I have you, sunshine.”

He sets you down and takes your hand, leading you down the dock to the HMS Pogue. A blanket is laid out in the back with some pillows scattered around, along with a cooler with two wine glasses sitting on top of it. JJ helps you into the boat, kissing your hand before releasing it and moving to start the boat.

The colors of the sunset are painting the sky in beautiful oranges, purples, and pinks by the time JJ stops the boat and throws down the anchor. He joins you on the blanket, opening up the cooler and pulling out a bottle of wine, a carton of strawberries, and a jar of Nutella. As he popped open the bottle and poured the wine into the glass, you shook your head at him.

“J, you’ve really out done yourself.”

He grins, handing you your glass.

“Yeah, well, wait till you taste the wine. It was like twelve bucks at the gas station.”

“I think we can agree that all wine tastes the same, and if you spend more than $15 on wine, then you are very stupid.”

JJ raised his glass with a wink, “I’ll drink to that.”

You spend the rest of the night cuddling on the Pogue, eating strawberries and getting wine drunk, watching as the colorful sky faded into a dark, sparkling one. As you got ready to head back to shore, you pulled JJ in for a passionate kiss.

“How did I get so lucky?” You questioned.

“Nah, sunshine, I’m the lucky one.”

And maybe he sings off-key

But that's all right by me, yeah

A karaoke machine, some cheap liquor, and a very drunk JJ Maybank was an amazing combination. Being just as drunk, if not drunker, you couldn’t stop your laughter as the love of your life terribly sang Dear Maria, Count Me In at the top of his lungs. He fell into your lap, face scrunched together at the intensity with which he was singing. You clapped louder than any of the other Pogues, who were just as far gone as you, as JJ sang the final words. He dropped his head dramatically, looking up quickly to sweep his hair out of his face without touching it. As JJ took your hand, pulling you up for a duet, you silently thanked Kie’s parents for cleaning out their basement and not throwing away the shitty karaoke machine from Kiara’s 11th birthday.

'Cause what he does, he does so well

Makes me wanna yell

Let's hear it for the boy

“I love you, J. You’re the greatest person in the whole fucking universe, aliens included. You’re the best friend and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you differently.”

You rolled over to straddle JJ, taking his head in your hands.

Let's give the boy a hand

Let's hear it for my baby

“I love you, JJ Maybank. I will scream it from the rooftops because everyone needs to know that I am dating the most amazing man I have ever known. But right now, I want just you to hear it. You’re amazing, JJ Maybank.”

You kiss his cheek.

“You’re the funniest guy.”

You kiss the other cheek.

“You have great music taste, but a terrible singer.”

You kiss an eyelid,

“You plan the most amazing dates.”

then the other.

“You make me feel loved.”

A kiss on the forehead.

“Cherished.”

A kiss on the chin.

“Adored.”

You dive in for an intense and hungry kiss, soon pulling away to look deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“Loved.” You whisper. His arms wrap around your back, pulling you close to bury hie head in your chest. You feel tears begin to soak your shirt as he trails kisses across the exposed skin of your collarbone.

“God, I love you so much, sunshine. You’re my whole fucking world.”

He pulls you down for another kiss, rolling you over onto your back. His hands wander your body as he prepares to make you feel as good as you make him.

Let's hear it for the boy

Let's hear it for my man

Let's hear it for my baby

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[dollfaceeeeee]

fly me to the moon ✨

“I’m still not sure I’m comfortable with this.”

Staring up at the rather large, castle-like building standing before us, I realize I don’t feel comfortable with the idea, either, and it makes my throat tighten painfully under the moonlight.

Trapping this guy won’t be easy, but luckily for me, I’m the only raven haired girl at the BAU, which makes me easy prey for Foster Sutherford, the intensely rich man that sounds a lot like our killer.

I know I’m safe here, with Derek, Spencer, Hotch, and Rossi accompanying me, but I still feel unsettled, like a mouse about to be caught in a trap.

This is the only black tie event I’ve ever been to, but with Penelope’s help I found the perfect dress; a midnight blue, shimmering under the moonlight with thousands of tiny sparkles embedded into the fabric.

It’s cut low, as low as I could handle without feeling uncomfortable, per Rossi’s requests, but I still feel the slight tremble in my knees as I stand at the bottom of the steps that lead to the front doors of the lavish mansion, holding hundreds of eager, rich guests from the area.

“Reid, she’s going to be absolutely fine. But you’re going to have to have some self control here, okay,” Derek says, lowering his voice so Hotch and Rossi don’t hear us.

I’ve been keeping my relationship with Spencer Reid a secret for weeks, especially from our bosses, but it was almost impossible to keep it from Penelope and Derek, who guessed it right off the bat.

Reid, also, went on a rampage when Derek invited me out for coffee with him, so that probably gave it away, too.

Spencer sucks in a sharp breath, glancing at me before tugging at the collar of his white button down shirt, his piercing chocolate eyes analyzing my face in the dark.

“Promise me,” Spencer says, never looking away from my face; “promise me she will be safe.”

Derek moves toward him, clasping his shoulder tightly with his broad hand, his dark red suit complimenting him perfectly.

“I promise.”

“Let’s get this over with. Anna, you remember what to do, correct?”

I almost forget about Hotch and Rossi, and jump at Hotch’s voice that pierces the air behind my head; Rossi coming to stand beside him, each of them budding with authorative, parental energy.

Inhaling a breath, I nod before making my way up the steps, fishing my silver masquerade mask from my clutch and slapping it on.

Spencer, Derek, Hotch and Rossi do the same, following closely behind me but keeping a distance at the same time, not trying to blow my cover as I move, impressively, fluently in the mansion.

It’s overwhelming, at first, lit up with arrays of sparkling fairy lights and golden painting strewn across the walls, and the massive spiral staircase at the back of the room exits in two directions, holding numerous people chatting comfortably with each other.

Silently, the rest of the team split up, each of them wearing vibrantly colored suits to be easily found in the crowd, but Spencer’s is my favorite; a deep ocean blue, almost the same piercing color of my eyes, and it fits him perfectly, clutching to his frame deliciously as he moves.

Hotch sports a warm, cream colored suit, almost the same color as starlight, and Rossi circles the room in an olive green suit; settling into a groove as he grabs a drink from the bar in the corner and moves to take a seat at a large table, close to the ballroom floor but not too close to be detected.

Derek almost does exactly the same, but blends in with the crowds on the stairs, easily distinguished in his red suit, and I’m relieved that JJ came up with the idea of brighter colored suits in case of an emergency.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before.”

The voice is musical, and warmer than I expect, but it still makes a wave of ice cold air flush straight down my spine as I turn to take in the stranger standing near me.

The killer of all those women..

“I’m new to the area,” I state confidently, just like I was taught, “but I didn’t realize it was so obvious. Pardon me, you must be Mister Sutherford, right? My memory deceives me.”

He’s young, barely older than me or Spencer or Derek, almost like someone you’d meet at a bar, or see at a restaurant, and the only one in the room confident enough to stride around without a mask on.

He wants to be seen, wants people to know he’s in charge.

It’s him, I’m sure of it.

Dark, emerald green eyes lower from eye level, twisting across my figure under the lights, but not in a way that it would make a woman uncomfortable.

Well, any woman besides me, that is, because the only man that’s ever looked at me like that is..

“My apologies, miss, yes, of course. Foster Sutherford, master of the house. And you just happen to be wearing my favorite color ever. Well..my favorite color now, that is.”

He’s charming, obtusely so, and it’s evidence he’s done this before, has been through these steps before.

For the first time in my entire career, I’m grateful to be accompanied by four men, even if it’s not obvious to Foster that I am.

He reaches for my hand without my permission and gives it a kiss, and I fight myself to pull away, fight with all the energy inside of me, as I revolt at the idea of where his lips might have been before this.

Mentally, I remind myself to scrub the absolute shit out of my hands after this.

“A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

He grins from ear to ear at me, before taking a step toward me, his honey blonde hair glistening under the lights overhead.

His golden colored suit sparkles, and the rings on his fingers clasp around my small, delicate fingers rather tightly as he invades my space.

“Oh no, the pleasure is all mine. Would you like a drink?”

Following my guidelines, I follow him inside the building, drifting right past Derek, his fingers giving mine a quick squeeze before I find myself at the bar with Foster.

Allowing him to order for me, my mind drifts to my morning with Spencer, and waking up next to him for the first time; going into work with the smell of him on my clothes, and loving it.

A drink is placed into my hands, and it brings me back before I shoot Foster an eager smile; his glass chiming against mine.

“To new friends.”

He watches me take a sip of the liquid over the rim of his, and it tastes dry and bitter, with a hint of something sweet right on the tip of my tongue.

As instructed, I should go along with whatever Foster wanted, until I got a confession out of him, but I feel as though this was a mistake.

“Thank you,” I say, setting the glass down on the counter.

My knees wobble slightly, for a moment, but I pay no attention to it.

I never could handle my drinks.

“Care for a dance?”

Forcing myself to smile, I nod, and he leads me toward the dance floor, which sports Spencer and Derek, dancing aimlessly with random women, and Rossi and Hotch watching from the sidelines.

Something very old and romantic begins to play overhead, and Foster begins to twirl me in circles across the polished floors, holding onto me a bit too tightly; his hand finding its’ way to the curl of my hip.

My body begins to panic, fighting against this with everything inside of me, but I realize my eyes search for Spencer’s; his brown irises already on me, warm and blazing with that protective instinct that I know blooms inside of him.

I’ve seen it so many times before.

“-and that accent, my lord, you must be.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Shit, I wasn’t paying attention, which might be a grave mistake for me; swallowing the bile in my throat as he glances behind him, finding Spencer but not saying a thing.

“I was wondering if you might be American, with your accent and all. I feel as though you’re trying too..desperately to be English.”

Like a deer caught in the headlights, I know he’s got me, and I try to search my brain for something to say, but nothing comes.

“I’ve only been here for some time, you see. Travel journalism. I tend to pick up on accents wherever I end up going, so my English may just seem a bit odd. It’s nothing of concern. I’m right where I want to be.”

Foster smiles, and something sinister dances in his eyes before he shakes his head.

“Of course, I’m sorry. That sounds exciting. I’ve been to many places, too, with many women. But you are by far the prettiest I’ve seen.”

Here’s my chance.

“Many women? You seem like such a bachelor, from what I’ve read. It doesn’t say you’ve been with anyone.”

“If you believe everyone kisses and tells about it, you are sorely mistaken.”

“Yes, but the women? Of course, if I kissed you, I would of course tell someone about that.”

“Charming,” Foster says, his smile deepening, “how charming you are. However, I knew what you were as soon as you walked in my doors. So you can’t fool me, even with a face as pretty as yours.”

My mind begins to fog, my vision swimming out of focus as I begin to feel Foster’s fingers dig into my rib cage, attempting to hold me up.

Oh shit.

“What..what do you..?”

“A woman in dire need of love,” he breathes, his eyes seeing straight through me, and I find my fingers clutching to his elbows to steady myself, but I can’t.

Stumbling backward, Foster reaches forward and catches me, and in any other romance movie this would be the perfect moment, but I’m slowly fading out of focus, and I realize my mistake.

Those damn drinks.

He reaches up to tuck a loose piece of my hair behind my ear, and it makes my heart still in my chest as he leans in near my ear.

“You’ll be perfect for my collection. And you won’t even feel a thing, I promise.”

There it is.

Attempting to shove him back, I realize it’s no use, and all I can muster is a simple line of words instead.

“Get..the fuck..off of me.”

Out of nowhere, Hotch comes up behind Foster Sutherford and sticks the end of his pistol against the back of his head, tearing the mask off of his face; Derek moving to pry Foster off of me as Spencer holds me upright.

“Foster Sutherford, you’re under arrest for the murders of Katherine Banks, Louise Whiley, Patricia Stone, Jackie O’Donnel, and Tara Forn. You have the right to remain silent.”

A dark, sinister look appears in Foster’s eyes as he looks at me, and the rest of the room of people scatter as Foster raises his hands above his head, grimacing as Rossi twists Foster’s arms backward.

“I never..I didn’t kill anyone!”

“Gotcha,” I say slyly, as Hotch drags Foster up to his feet unsteadily; directing him out the doors of his mansion.

Rossi lingers behind, Derek and Spencer hovering over me on the dance floor.

“He drugged her, but I don’t know with what. She’s fading in and out of focus.”

Rossi pulls a flask out of his back pocket, twisting off the cap before moving toward me.

“I was pretty sure this would happen, and I’m sorry about this, but this is going to taste awful.”

As Rossi moves to lower the flask down onto my lips, Spencer grabs the end of it, stopping him, his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

“You knew this could happen? You all promised she would be safe. This isn’t..safe!”

“Kid, just let him do it,” Derek says.

“She needs to go to a hospital, not drink some whiskey.”

“It’s saltwater,” Rossi informs him.

“Which, could cause a salt overload in her system and give her a damn heart attack!”

Before anyone can say anything else, I grab the flask with shaky hands and down some liquid in the bottle.

It tastes awful, and twists up the inside of my stomach, but in no time at all I choke up the alcohol in my system and my vision clears.

“I’m still taking her to the hospital,” Spencer instructs, helping me to my feet, my body leaning lazily against his before he slips off his jacket and wraps it around me.

Derek jingles the car keys in the air, grinning.

“I’m driving.”

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Mistake: Rafe Cameron x reader (pt. 6)

Summary: You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant?

**MISTAKE MASTERLIST** 

Pairings: former rafe cameron x reader // currently John B x reader (wonder how long teehee) 

A/N:  Hope you guys enjoy xx 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

“Hey, thank you for fixing the a/c..” You’re sitting on the porch, watching John B change out the part on the A/C unit.

“You know I don’t mind.” He grabs a screwdriver out of his bag and begins tightening the part into place.

You subconsciously rub your small bump, drifting off in thoughts. You and John B. You had been best friends since elementary school and you never thought the two of you would be together romantically. What if something happens and you lose your best friend and lover at the same time?

“Hey, earth to y/n.” He gently taps your knee, sitting in the chair next to you, “What’s on your mind?”

“We’re together now.. What about the future?” You look at him.

“What do you mean? I mean I’m going to take care of you and the baby.” He leans up in his chair, reaching over for your hand, “In whatever way I need too. I’ll treat the baby as if it’s my own.”

You give a small smile, “You’re going to have to learn to get along with Rafe.” You laugh a little, squeezing his hand. “He’s going to be there for everything, just like you.”

John B frowns, looking at you confused, “What do you mean he’s going to be there for everything?”

“He’s the dad. I mean he’s going to be there, John B.”

John B lets go of your hand, standing, “After everything he’s done, you’re still going to let him be in your life?”

You nod, “Well yeah? Why wouldn’t I? John B, he’s the father of the baby. I can’t just tell him he can’t be a part of the baby’s life.”

“Um. Yes. Yes, you can tell him that you don’t want him in its life.” He runs his hand through his hair, “He’s done nothing but hurt you and cause problems. He doesn’t deserve to be in the baby’s life.”

You slowly stand. You never realized it would be an issue with John B. “John B. He’s different now. He’s changed and he’s proved himself to me.”

“So, that’s just a free pass into the baby’s life? How is that going to work, y/n? All three of us co-parenting? That’ll go over real well.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Actually, yes that is what we’ll do. People do it all the time and it works just fine. As a parent you have to put your differences aside for your child no matter what.” Sighing you put your hand on his arm, “Come on, let’s not argue about this right now. Okay? I’m exhausted and I have to get up early in the morning.”

He sighs and nods, pulling you into his arms, “Why do you have to get up early in the morning?” He presses a kiss to your head as you wrap your arms around him.

“I have my first doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” You pull away smiling, “First one.”

“What time? I’ll go with you.” He gently pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Rafe is taking me.. He was the one who even told me about it.”

John B pulls away from you, “Okay… well I’ll go too.”

“He’s taking me shopping on the mainland after. I need a dress for the Midsummer’s party.”

“Why do you need a dress for the party? It’s a kook thing.” He furrows his eyebrows, “last time I checked you’re a pogue-“ Then he realizes, looking down at you, “You’re his date.”

“I mean, yes and no. He wanted me to go so I could properly meet his parents.” You shrug a little. It’s true, it was just a party, not a big deal.

“Meet his parents as his date, y/n. You’re going as his date, but we’re together.”

“John B, it’s just a party. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is a big deal, y/n. You’re my girlfriend. Mine, and you’re going to a kook party with your ‘baby daddy’ as his date. To apparently “meet his parents”.” He shakes his head, “it isn’t some party for Rafe, y/n.”

“And what do you think it is to him, John B? Because I see it as two people, who are having a baby together, being mature and going to some party to meet the parents. Nothing more than that.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“It’s his way of trying to win you back, y/n. His way of stealing you right out from under me. He’ll show you this kook lifestyle and everything I can’t give you.”

“That’s not what this is John B.” You groan, pinching your nose, “I don’t need the kook lifestyle. I just want someone who’s going to make me happy and be there for me. Money or not. It doesn’t fucking matter to me! Money doesn’t matter!”

“Yeah you say that now, but you wait. You’ll want to be living that kook life in no time.”

You throw your hands up in frustration, “John B! I love you! Not Rafe. You’re the one I picked. Not Rafe.” You cup John B’s cheeks in your hands, making him look at you, “I love you John B Routledge. Okay?”

He sighs and nods, “I love you too.”

~

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me and Rafe to the doctor’s appointment?” You ask, getting dressed. He’d stayed the night and was still in bed as you got ready.

He shakes his head, “No, you two go ahead. I don’t want to intrude.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, “You wouldn’t be intruding John B. You’re my boyfriend, you’re a part of the baby’s life now too.” You two had argued again last night before bed about you and Rafe and now he’s starting up again.

“You two go ahead. Go have your little day, shopping and spending time together. You two are the parents anyways. I’m just the boyfriend.” He throws the covers off the bed and slipping his boxers on.

“John B, come on. Don’t be like this.” You turn around at your makeup table to face him, “I want you there. So, why can’t you go?”

“I don’t want to be around Rafe. I can’t promise that I’d be nice. Plus, I can’t see how you’d even still want him around. He doesn’t deserve to be in the baby’s life.”

“You’re going to have to get used to him, John B.” Sighing you turn back around to continue with your makeup as he pulls his shirt on, “He’s changed for the better. And I know he’s done things in the past that you don’t approve of, but it wouldn’t be fair of me to tell him he can’t be in the baby’s life. He hasn’t done anything wrong since the accident.”

“You’re stupid for thinking he’s changed.” He shakes his head, “Rafe Cameron will never change. He’ll always be the asshole kook that everyone knows him as. And he’s got you wrapped around his finger, thinking he’s changed and will be there for you or that he could even be a father.” He chuckles, “He’s going to drop you as soon as that baby is born, leaving me to pick up the damn pieces, as usual!  But whatever, screw my opinion, right? I’m not the baby’s father. So, you go have fun on your little date with Rafe. I’ll talk to you later.” He then storms out of the house.

“Damnit! John B!” You start after him, but he’s already slammed the door and headed for his van.

~

“Y/n?” Rafe asks as he knocks on your door, peeking inside, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, sorry!” you sniffle, walking out and wiping your eyes. You start to head past him and out the door, but he steps in front of you, blocking the exit.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He frowns. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.” You wave him off, “Hormones, I guess. Let’s get going before we’re late.”

He nods not fully believing your story, but still steps aside to let you through and closing the door behind him. He follows you to his truck and beats you to the door, opening your passenger door for you, “I’m here if you need to talk, y/n. You don’t have to hide stuff from me.”

You look at him after getting in, “I know.” You give a soft smile, “Thank you.”

He nods before closing your door and rounding the truck to get in the driver’s side.

~

You two rode in silence to the doctor’s appointment before you finally spilled. “John B and I are dating.”

“Oh.” He glances at you from his seat, “Okay… how’s that going?” His knuckles grip the steering wheel trying to stay calm. You had made your choice and it wasn’t him, but he was going to be supportive. That’s what you asked of him.

You laugh, motioning to your face. Your makeup was smeared and eyes were red from crying, “How do you think?” You pull down his mirror, pulling out your makeup bag, “He doesn’t think you should be in the baby’s life. He thinks you taking me to Midsummer’s to steal me from him.” You roll your eyes, beginning to fix your makeup.

“What do you think? I mean do you not want me in the baby’s life?”

“You’re the dad, Rafe. Of course, you’re going to be in the baby’s life. I’m not going to keep you from being a part of your child’s life. It just wouldn’t be fair of me.”

He nods, “Thank you.. I really do want to be in the baby’s life. And yours.” He glances at you, “Maybe look at it from John B’s perspective? I know he doesn’t like me and I haven’t given him good reasons to. I would probably feel the same way he does.” He gives a small shrug.

You look over at him, shocked at his answer. You hadn’t thought about John B’s perspective and you wouldn’t have thought Rafe would be defending John B either. You poke his cheek, “Um I think someone has replaced Rafe Cameron with a robot? Because it kind of sounded like he was defending a pogue?”

He chuckles and you laugh as he swats your hand away, “oh shut up. I’m just being reasonable. I can see where he’s coming from is all.”

~

You nervously fiddled with your fingers as you sat on the edge of the small bed waiting for the doctor to come in. Rafe stood next to you, hand rubbing circles on your back, “What is taking so long?” He mumbles, checking the time on his watch. Then there was a knock on the door and the doctor finally walked in. You grabbed Rafe’s hand, squeezing it.  

“Good morning Miss y/l/n.” She smiles, washing her hands with hand sanitizer, “How are we feeling today?”

“Good. A little nervous but good.” You laugh a little.

She nods, “Completely normal. I saw this is your first appointment?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“Okay, well, we’re going to get an ultrasound, check the status of the fetus and then we’ll go over prenatal care and answer any questions you may have. So, there’s no need to be nervous.” She smiles, looking at you and then Rafe. “Ready to see your baby?”

~

She puts the gel on your belly and grabs the wand. Rafe stands by your side, his hand on your head, the other holding your hand as she runs the want over your belly, looking at the screen.

She furrows her eyebrows, “Y/n, did you say you were 3 months pregnant?”

You glance at Rafe, then at her, nodding, “Yes ma’am. That’s what the hospital told me”

“Is everything okay?” Rafe asks.

She nods, “No everything’s fine.” She takes her attention back to the screen.

You look up at Rafe and he gives you a soft nod, mouthing it’s okay.

“It seems the doctor at the hospital made a mistake or when you thought you conceived was off because according to your baby’s growth, you’re four months along, not three.”

You let out a breath of relief.

“So, nothing’s wrong? The baby’s fine?” Rafe asks, squeezing your hand.

The doctor nods, “Oh perfectly healthy! You’re actually far enough along to know the sex if you’d like to know now?”

Rafe looks down at you and you shrug, “It’s up to you, baby.”

Biting your lip, you look back at the doctor, nodding. “yes please.”

She smiles and nods, looking back at the screen, “it looks like you guys are having…” She moves the ultrasound wand around a little more, “A healthy baby girl.”

~

You look down at the ultrasound as you and Rafe walk out toward the truck. “I can’t believe we’re having a girl.”

He takes your hand in his, and smiles, “A healthy baby girl at that.”

You take a deep breath, “This is happening. Like this is real.”

He chuckles, nodding, “Yeah I’m pretty sure it is.”

You can’t help but feel giddy and look at him, holding the ultrasound photo in your hand, “We’re having a girl!” You excitedly tap your toes, “A girl.”

He’s taken back when you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you up, giving you a small swing, “We’re having a girl.”

You pull away to look at him, blushing, “I’m sorry. I’m just excited.”

“No no.. it’s okay.” He slowly puts you down, his eyes never leaving yours, smiling “I’m excited too.”

You smile, “So, should we go get food and do a little shopping?”

~

You found you a dress for the party, along with some newborn and maternity clothes. You’d tried to tell Rafe no and not to buy them, but he insisted. It was later that evening when you two made your way home. He pulled in your driveway and got the bags out of the back, following you to the front door. There sitting in one of the chairs on the front porch was John B. 

You look back at Rafe, “you can just put the bags on the porch.” 

Rafe nods, doing as told, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” 

You nod, giving a smile, “Yeah.” He turns around and heads back to his truck as you walk up on the porch. 

John B stands, “Hey,” He clears his throat, “I see you had a good day?” He motions to the shopping bags, stepping beside you to grab them for you. 

“Yeah I did. New dress for the party, maternity clothes and some newborn clothes for the baby.” You unlock the door, holding it open for him. 

“That’s good.” He steps inside and heads to your room, “Everything go good with the appointment?” He sets the bags on your bed as you dig through your purse for the ultrasound picture. Holding it out to him, “We found out the sex.”

He takes the picture in his hands, furrowing his eyebrows, “Umm...” 

You laugh a little, stepping next to him and pointing out the baby in the photo, “So that’s the baby. Here’s her little head and feet...” 

His eyes dart to yours, “Her?” 

You smile, nodding, “It’s a girl.” 

“Oh that’s exciting.” He looks at the photo again, “Kie will be happy to hear we’re adding another girl to the group.” 

“Yeah I thought maybe we could go out on the boat tomorrow before the party and I can tell the rest of the pogues?” You start going through your bags, pulling the clothes out and laying them on the bed. 

“Yeah that’s fine.. I’ll call JJ and Pope later and invite them.” He sets the ultrasound photo on top of your dresser and comes to stand behind you, slowly slipping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, “I’m sorry about this morning. I was a real ass.” 

You lean back into him, hands on his arms, “It’s okay.. I understand where you’re coming from, looking at your perspective through all this.” 

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, “Why don’t you show me what you bought today? I’d love to see the dress you picked out.” 

You giggle as he starts kissing your neck, “Sure.”

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kdrama rec/review: mystic pop up bar

KDRAMA AND CDRAMA MASTER LIST OF REVIEWS

Series: mystic pop up bar Episodes: NOT ENOUGH 12 Genres: urban fantasy, urban horror lite, found family!!!, friendship, mystery, comedy, supernatural, warm fuzzies despite an alarming amount of death Spoilers in the Rec: minor ones/for the set-up If You Like, You’ll Like: hotel del luna (although it has a very different feel), early bleach (manga), found families, being human (uk & us versions), those moments in shows where you’re like OH MAN HOW ARE THEY GETTING OUT OF THIS and then they do. because friendship.

Rank: 10/10

I went into this with low expectations. it sounded like it was trying to bank on hotel del luna, but i was still down to watch a ghost version of leverage or whatever this turned out to be. figured it’d be decent to watch but not AMAZING. 

the first ep gave me that impression. by the second ep i was hooked. and by the third ep this was one of my favorite shows of all time

PREMISE

during the joseon era, a shaman named weol ju went and fucked up a perfectly good sacred tree. as punishment, she now has to resolve the grudges of 100,000 humans or go to hell. as a shaman, she can accomplish this by plying them with alcohol and entering their dreams (well the alcohol part might just be her artistic signature).

time to start a bar!

in the current day, 500 years later, weol ju owns and runs mystic pop up bar, where she learns about her customers’ grudges. and apparently has sound business strategy, as she serves like 4 people a day but still has enough overhead to craft these 4 people bespoke meals that speak to their inner tragedy. and also sandwiches.

helping her is chief gwi, a ghost cop who’s been reassigned to her bar to help weol ju accomplish her quota. because time’s running out--weol ju now has less than a month to solve her 10 remaining grudges.

enter bambi kang bae. a regular human who works a regular customer service job, kang bae has one terrible power: anytime someone touches him (or he touches them), they want to confess their deepest, darkest secrets. kang bae is understandably not comfortable around people (but desperately wants to be around people. my poor fucking heart) and incredibly lonely. 

when his and weol ju’s paths cross, she makes him an offer: he helps her out with her remaining grudges, and in return she’ll remove his powers.

deal!

MAIN CHARACTERS

weol ju

a 500+ year old shaman who is paying for her sins on earth because she went out on a limb :| . begins the series angry and ends the series angry, because it turns out angry people can still be kind, which is great to see with a female protagonist. how close she’s cutting it to the deadline on her quota speaks strongly to sixth-year senior vibes. wears modern versions of hanboks which are all v. cool and on moments of aching realization wednesdays she wears pink.

will steal your shit and look you straight in the eyes as she walks backwards into hell.

gwi/gui

a former ghost cop who’s been reassigned to help weol ju run the mystic pop up bar. he’s a lot more chill than weol ju and has the vibe of someone who forgets keys at home. while at the bar, he does a lot of the prep work, and is sometimes asked by yeom to help catch nearby, evil spirits. 

he’s actually like a hardcore warrior, but you forget it because he wears goggles to cut onions and dresses like someone who would be the spokesperson for microwaveable fish sticks. team dad. fanboy of romantic serial e-novels.

han kang bae

a baby.

in a truly amazing narrative move, kang bae works customer service at a market by day and solves grudges at a bar by night. is a sweet, simple boy who just wants to help people and is SO EXCITED to have new friends in weol ju and gwi. you want to give him a hug BUT YOU CAN’T.  human carebear

even the yellow collar of his customer service uniform makes a heart:

SOME SUPPORT CHARACTERS SELECTED BY HOW MUCH THEY ARE MY FAVORITES

kang yeo ri

lmao you know it’s going to be good when a character is introduced dropping a dude straight to the ground. yeo rin is a bodyguard mild spoiler turned security guard for the market where kang bae works. she could beat the shit out of you and you’d thank her. has no luck in dating. rocks a suit. sobs at movies about gout

yeom, the grim reaper

your friendly neighborhood grim reaper. yeom very much screams middle management, and works in the same “district” that weol ju and gwi have their pop up bar in. sometimes they’re at odds with one another (because weol ju has about the same amount of respect for the rules that an untrained puppy has for new carpet), but they’re still friends. gwi sometimes works with him to catch evil spirits, buddy-cop style. loves noodles. 

yeomra-daewang 

god of the underworld. in charge of handing out punishments and determining the fates of those sent to the afterlife. forgets who she’s texting. appreciates true love but is also aggressively annoyed by it. take your fucking scroll and go

samsin

probably the character with the most name recognition. samsin (or samsin granny) is the goddess of mothers and children, and in the show the focus is more on children. loves karaoke, basic bitch coffee, and claw games. gives out too many sexy tiger dreams.

kim wong hyun

he gave them the heebie jeebies. he had nothing else to give

ringtones.

they’re their own character. check out those motifs. 

Drawbacks

if i had any, it’s that the first episode undersells the rest of the series. and even the first ep isn’t bad

12 episodes is not enough :( 

Reasons to Watch.

i love the little details: that the supernatural characters have ring tones that correspond to their role (ex: the god of the underworld’s are screams; i believe the grim reaper’s are a shaman’s bells?, gwi has SPOILERS), or that the food special of the day connects or reflects with the person they’re helping. themes/significant moments are represented by the colors characters are wearing. im a nerd for this stuff

there are some dramatic reveals about who characters are and how they relate to one another, but like. dynamics barely (or don’t at all) change, and that’s due to how strong/familial they are already? and the show’s built up to it and it all feels really earned A+

i HATE monster of the week formats, but the ones in this show are integrated with the main characters’ backstories and also propel the major arcs forward. and it’s wholesome when the grudges are solved

i like that you think you saw a full scene in the flashbacks, but then a few eps later the flashback gets extended. idk it’s a cool narrative device

the romance is wonderful all-around

the pacing was great. i wish one of the Reveals was introduced earlier just so we could have more moments with it, but everything was cohesive/wrapped up nicely

all the characters have their own unique relationships to one another. kang bae + weol ju have their own dynamic, weol ju +gwi, gwi + kang bae, and so on. it was nice to see that none of the main trio were satellite characters 

Final Thoughts.

they’re a team, god damn it ;;;;;;

[dudeshusband]

gosh. i really like bill

[rileywrites]

For a prompt: Nile/booker, "OH you're jealous" thank you!!

Thank you for your prompt! Read on Ao3 here.

...

"Hurry the fuck up, Booker! You're going to miss her at this rate."

"You can't rush perfection, Nile." Booker steps out of the en suite, resplendent in a maroon suit and burgundy shirt. "How do I look?"

Nile curses Nicky's sense of fashion. He picks outfits for Booker to torture her.

"You look good, Book. You'll knock 'em dead." Nile hands him his comm, and Booker hooks it to the wire he's wearing. "You good on weapons?"

"Boot gun, various knives, and several tranquilizers, just in case." Booker squares his shoulders. "Are you worried about me, Nile?"

Nile shrugs. "Nope. Just making sure. Run over the plan for me."

"I go in, meet Ms. Danvers, woo her with my 'obnoxious French charm,' to quote you, and get her alone and talking. Get as much info on her husband as I can, get in, get out." Booker waggles his eyebrows. "Do what needs doing."

Nile scoffs and smacks him in the arm. "Fucking rude. Go on, get, before she gets to the bar."

"Will do." Booker winks. "You got my six?"

"Always, you asshole. Go."

Nile gives Booker a head start, checking her own weapons (shoulder holster for her Glock, thigh knives, etc.) and pulling on her suit jacket to cover everything. Nicky and Joe have their eyes on the building from the front, so she's on bar duty.

Yay.

Booker is leaning on the bar when she walks in, so Nile posts up at a high-top table with a clear view.

The target enters, a beautiful woman of around forty-five in a slinky green dress. She's clearly on the prowl, and Booker is easy bait.

"May I buy you a drink, mademoiselle?" Booker asks, accent thicker than usual.

You can tell that she's American, because she finds the title endearing instead of insulting.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She holds out a hand, wedding band conspicuously absent. "Natalie."

Booker kisses it instead of shaking it. "Sebastien."

"He is so good with women," Nicky says in Nile's ear. "I will never understand."

"That is because you are an old gay man, habibi."

Nile shushes them and orders a drink. She's going to need it if she's going to watch Booker flirt.

"Do not frown, cara. You look too pensive."

Nile sticks her tongue out in the direction of Nicky's sniper scope. No one fucking asked him.

"So, what brings you to town?" Natalie asks, crackling in the wire.

"Business," Booker says. "My firm is closing a deal with a new client, and they wanted me here to help tie up loose ends."

"Are you in advertising?" Natalie asks, perking up. She also leans in, pushing her voluptuous bosom in his direction.

Nile knows exactly what she's doing. It's quite distracting. Booker's gaze drifts down, and Nile grits her teeth.

The conversation gets flirtier and flirtier, all the way until Booker says something about having-

"A whole suite to myself, because my business partner was unable to join me. It's a shame, the room is beautiful." Booker sips his drink. "It's wasted on me all by myself."

It isn't subtle. He isn't trying to be.

"We can't have that," Natalie says, fluttering too-long eyelashes. "Would you like some company? You can show me this beautiful suite yourself."

Hook, line, and sinker. Booker is damn good at his job.

Nile is grateful that he doesn't run point on honeypot stings more often.

"Get in, get the information, get out," Joe reminds him over the comm.

Booker nods slightly, making eye contact with Nile over Natalie's head as he guides her out of the bar and toward the bank of elevators.

Depending on how much this bitch talks, how much information Booker is able to get, they might be able to make an early night of it.

…

Two hours later, Nile has given up on standing in the adjoining room and is sitting against the door between the suites.

"…and it's been months since he's taken me out. He's constantly on business trips, Dubai one week, Moscow the next, Hong Kong, DC, Rio." Natalie sniffles. "He always brings me gifts, diamonds and furs and things, but nothing is as good as the attention I would get if he loved me."

"It's the diamonds," Nicky says. "Andy was right, he's hiding the money in his wife's jewels."

Thank fuck. After this long, surely they have everything they need.

"You deserve to be treated well," Booker says, gentle and genuine.

The sap has gone and empathized with the wife of a known criminal. Nile knew he was too soft for this.

"I cannot offer you a better marriage," Booker says. "But I can care for you tonight."

Nile grumbles as the comms fill with kissing noises. Fucking hell.

Miracle of miracles, they're interrupted by Natalie's phone ringing.

"Hello? Oh, yes, dear. Yes. You're coming into town early? You've got a present for me?"

Nile rolls her eyes, and she imagines Natalie doing the same.

"I can't wait to see it, my love. Yes, I'm out with the girls, but I'll be home in twenty minutes to meet you. Okay. I love you too. Twenty minutes. Goodbye."

Thank whatever deity is listening.

"Sebastien, you've been more than lovely." Kiss. "But I really must go." Kiss. "You've put up with so much shit." Kiss. "But he'll be mad if I'm not home."

"You should go. I don't want you inflaming his temper." Fabric rustles as Booker helps her into her coat. "Remember, you deserve better."

By the time he finally gets Natalie out of the suite, Nile is on her feet at the adjoining door, waiting with arms crossed.

Booker barely looks at her when she opens the door, already shedding his waistcoat and pulling the wire out from his shirt.

"Jesus, that woman knows how to talk. I know more about her life after two hours than I've known about actual romantic partners in the past." Booker loosens his tie further and opens his comm link. "Did we get it?"

"We got it," Nicky says. "Joe and I are signing off. Good luck."

"Good luck? What does he mean by - " Booker finally looks at Nile straight on. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. I wasn't a fan of the gratuitous noises over the wire. You didn't have to kiss her."

"You didn't see her face. The poor woman is caught up in more than she realizes." Booker pauses, and something seems to click. "Oh. Oh. You're jealous."

"Pft, no. I just don't appreciate jobs being any longer than they have to be."

"This is more than that." Booker unbuttons his cuffs, and Nile forces herself to stand her ground. "Would you rather be in her position, ma belle?"

"Don't start shit you won't finish," Nile warns. "Don't tease me."

"I'm not teasing. I'm asking a valid question. Would you want to be in her position? The object of my flirtations, my… amorous attentions?"

"You are a pretentious asshole," Nile declares as she shoves him against the wall. "I hate your fucking face sometimes."

She uses the height advantage her shoes give her to kiss his dumb, smirky mouth.

For all his teasing, he wasn’t expecting that. It takes a second for his brain to catch up, but when it does his lips move against hers, his hands go to her hips, pulling her flush against him.

Even immortals have to breathe eventually, but Nile doesn't go far. She rests her forehead on his, arms wrapped around his stupidly-broad neck.

"If I had realized this was all it took, I would have taken Joe's duty as bait years ago." Booker laughs.

"Shut the fuck up," Nile says, breathless. "You're the worst."

"I may be the worst, but you love me for it," Booker says offhandedly, a throw-away line that Nile can't help but pick up.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." Nile kisses him again, claiming his mouth. "I love you and your dumb fucking face."

Later, they’ll have to tell the others, there will be congratulations and surely some money will exchange hands. But right now it’s just them. And they have a hotel room to themselves for the rest of the night.

"You should show me your beautiful suite," Nile teases, unbuttoning Booker's shirt. "Would you like some company?"

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Never. Prepare for an eternity of teasing."

"With you? Happily."

[stardancerluv]

Brother’s Keeper

Part 4

Summary: One has reflect on the past before the present comes crashing in.

Note: none.

Branden, looked around the apartment that Sam supplied. It was decent. It was almost too flashy. He swallowed thinking of what Sam would ask for in return for all this and the help in breaking out. Damn he hated owning people.

At least the boys liked it. After being locked up, it certainly was an oasis. Right on the beach, the ocean wasn’t far off. It was too nice for his liking but he wasn’t about to make waves. Opening the sliding door, he walked out and inhaled the ocean air. It tasted damn good. By just glancing up and down the beach, he soon spotted a pair of bikini clad girls walking along the beach. Sharp whistles broke through the silence. He smirked, the boys had also seen the girls.

Rolling his eyes he went back into his room. They were damn well gorgeous but they were not you. He bit the inside of his cheek. He really shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. He’s known you since you were a kid. All these years you’ve been chasing guys away. They just love you and understandably so. You just had to find the right one. The last thing you needed was some old, ex con like himself who was on the run hankering for you.

He really should go and see you though. The morning after Sam’s party. But first he needed a damn shower. He needed to get the stench of the prison off him. Stripping out of his clothes, he knew he really needed to snap out of this silliness he felt over you. He would try and keep an eye on you the best he could.

Maybe, he’d find himself some chick to have some fun with at the party Sam was throwing.

Turning the knobs he put the water on at full. This would surely clear his head. He sighed, the water already felt better on the outside. He soaped up, and scrubbed away the nine years of his past. Standing there, the water just rained down on him. He just closed his eyes.

It was not long before his mind wandered and he shook it off as he envisioned you once again. Damn. Ever since that dream in the yard.

Sighing, he cut the water and stepped from the shower. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he opened his suitcase and began to get ready for the party.

*****

As you walked through the boutiques, it had taken you longer to find something. You kept on going back to how your letters from Branden were lessening. Maybe he had finally tired of your childish ways. The idea made you feel your heart fill with pain. Should you ask him why? You were not sure. You couldn’t ask your friends. What would you even tell them? That you had the hots for this guy who used to rob banks with your brother. That when you went to sleep at after a long shift at the bar, where you tired to your bones, you’d imagine what you could do to him if you got him alone. Or if it was a particularly bad day, he’d just hold you and protect you from all this shit. They wouldn’t understand.

Finally, you found the perfect dress. Twirling you felt pretty in it. Perhaps at the party, one of the girls could snap a picture or two in it, and you would smile. Maybe then the letters would start up again. He would surely like that.

As for the bikini that didn’t take that long, you found a polka-dotted one that you reminded you of all those old retro actresses in the black and white movies. You would take a picture of you in that too, the idea of sending that to Branden stole your breath. The bikini was very retro, it reminded you of the old black and white movies you would watch on your days off. In them the men were romantic and dashing not the lumbering jerks that you knew.

Once home you took a long hot bath you would be soft and sweet smelling. You brushed out your hair. You made yourself pretty for the pictures you wanted to send Branden, not for the job Sam gave you.

Before leaving the house, you took a shot of some whiskey and at the last minute you made sure to brush your teeth. You really hoped that tonight went alright. This was the first time he wanted you to help entertain anyone. Usually, you served drinks...food..cigars if desired. You mentally prepared.

*****

When you drove up, the party appeared to be already in fully swing. One of the other girls you usually saw giving men dances was there. She told you where you could stash the knapsack you brought that held your bikini. After doing that you decided you would go to Sam’s office to show off how good you looked. You wanted me to see how well you followed his instructions and well to see if there was anything special he wanted you to adhere to.

You stopped just outside his office when you heard him talking to someone.

“So are ya, gonna take the job...or did you get soft while you were away?” You heard Sam ask someone.

“If your gonna be hung for stealing a sheep you might as well fuck it as well...Baaaaa.” Replied a much gruffer and deeper voice. You heard them clinking bottles or glasses, you couldn’t tell.

Your stomach lurched. Not wanting to intrude, especially if someone talked like you backed up and turning decided to go deeper into Lenny’s house. Maybe you could talk with the other girls and find out what was going on.

“Hey..hey you.” A man with short blackish hair said to you, he pointed at you and stood up from leaning against the wall. trying to get your attention. “You look bloody familiar.”

You didn’t recognize him at all. You shrugged politely. “I don’t know you. I’m...I’m...” Backing up, you tucked some hair behind your ear. “I’m needed elsewhere.” And you walked away. You don’t know why nervousness finally grabbed you but it did.

*****

He relieved to see that the party was already kicking it by the time him and the boys showed up.

Searching out Sam, he found him sitting on a balcony talking to someone. “I’ve arrived.” You announced below the man.

The man and Sam looked down, warm smiles were exchanged. He returned the smile and spread out his arms in a welcoming, nonaggressive move. “Go on upstairs to my office, I’ll be right there.”

“Get us some beers.” He told the kid.

“Sterlo, wait for me here.” He sighed, before heading into Sam’s office. “I’ll want to talk with you about whatever he offers; that is if he has any fucking offers.”

“Good call. I’ll just wait here with my beer.” He then thanked the kid.

He walked into the office and he made a point of not sitting down. Though he did make sure to take in all that he saw. Noting anything outstanding, that could possibly be important.

“Brendan, welcome home!” Sam came up behind him and slapped him on the back.

“Wouldn’t be here without you.”

He shrugged and moved his head from side to side. “I needed my best and well he was fucking locked away.”

Brendan kept quiet and let him talk.

“So I have an offer that will be to your liking.”

He had to play it cool. Didn’t want to be too eager. “Are you sure?” His kept his interest cool. “I mean there’s probably a lot of heat from the break out.”

“Nah for this, this is job is easy. It is a cake walk for a man like you.”

Brendan shrugged. That last one with Michael was supposed to be easy. It got him locked up and got Michael dead.

He watched as Lenny, grabbed two glasses and poured some whiskey. Damn, he already knew he’d accept. Was he that eager. Maybe it was the job, the man had the confidence in.

“I can’t tell you what it is unless you agree. The pay is huge,” He met Branden’s eyes. “It is seven fucking figures.”

That caught his attention, he looked right back at him. “Alright, you snagged me. What is it?”

“Gold, from a local smelter. Six bars, pay off in the millions. So can you manage the heat from the cops after something like that?”

He gave a bitter chuckle. He’d be stupid not to, he gave Sam his answer. “If your gonna be hung for stealing a sheep you might as well fuck it as well...Baaaaa.” Replied Brendan then he clinked his glass of whiskey with Sam. He’d go all the way for that kind of money.

“Good. We can talk details in a few days.” Sam finished his whiskey. “Go and have fun. Get laid, I’m sure you missed that.”

Brendan, shrugged nodding, smirking he had. He’d be lying if he hadn’t. “I did.”

“I brought in some good brand new girls just for you and your guys. So go have fun and we will talk soon.”

“How generous.” Sam came back around and slapped him on the back again. “You’re my best. So I treat you as such. Now go! Come back here in three days and we’ll talk about the job.”

“Alright.” He walked out to Sterlo. Maybe he’d have a touch of fun.

Sterlo, looked unusually anxious.

The door opened behind him, Sam walked out and looked at him and then Sterlo. “Brendan, tell your men about the girls. And don’t forget, Friday. Come here, not the bar.”

“I will.” He went over to the table where Sterlo now stood, grabbed the untouched beer that he assumed was his, he twisted off the came and inhaled it. The prospect of what that job held and the whiskey churned in his stomach and did little to calm his racing heart.

“Brendan,” Sterlo finally spoke when Sam disappeared into the crowd. He watched as Sterlo looked around before leaning in close.

“Yeah?” Brendan, grabbed a second beer as a girl just happened to swish by. He winked at her. “Thank you baby.” She returned with a smile and continued to swish on by. Sterlo, still looked on edge. Twisting the cap off, he took a hearty gulp. “Sterlo, what’s the matter.”

He sighed. “Is there any chance that Y/N could be here?”

He almost dropped his beer bottle. “What? Fuck, no! Why?”

He gestured to Sam’s office. “When you were in there, this really pretty girl walked up and waited. She turned went into another part of the house, but I saw her face.”

“And you thought it was her.”

He nodded. “Yeah, you know me and faces.”

“Alright.” His jaw clenched. He excused himself and went to look, even if he was wrong. Damn he hoped for once that Sterlo was wrong.

Moving through the people, his heart beat so hard it hurt. Especially, with what Sam had said. Did that mean you had...he didn’t let himself finish his thought.

As came downstairs, he spotted Sam speaking, with a short girl in a dress. He tried to advert his eyes, not wanting to grab Sam’s attention or tip him off that he was looking for someone but it was too late.

“Branden, come here.” He beckoned to him with his hand. “This is one of those special girls I was talking to you about. I give her to you.” Brendan, felt himself fill with dread. He didn’t want some girl be given to him.

Sam smiled down at the girl. “Turn and say hi to my best man!”

Brendan, gritted his teeth. The girl turned gracefully, he felt as if someone slammed right into his heart. He tried to play it cool. He didn’t bite his tongue fast enough though. “Look at you, all fucking grown up.”

“And you got old.” Hearing your voice hurt.

Sam looked at the two of you, confused. “You two know each other.”

He spoke first. “I used to work with her bloody cousin when I was a kid.” He could see you want to say something but you remained quiet.

“Ahh, well then this is great.” Sam came around to the two of you and put an arm around the both of you. He couldn’t looked at him. “Then you ready know how special she is! Fantastic!” Sam chuckled. “You can have her till Friday unless you get bored.” He chuckled bobbing his head from side to side. “But you won’t, she’s something special. Bring her back when you come on Friday!” He gently pushed the two of you. Now, go you two! Enjoy the night.”

@mrskenobi19 @thebeckyjolene @sithonis @brookisbi @johallzy

[kiwi--witch]

Kagura Week 2020 - Day 7: Wrath

“i will murder you and play with your corpse"

There were few things Kagura knew better than death.

Murder was one of the few skills she excelled in, something she could bring on with nothing more than the flick of her wrist. She felt no guilt for the lives she’d ended, the blood she’d spilled. Inconsequential, the lot of them, and she’d never had reason to question the value of a life other than her own. 

Despite the terror she wrought, she was as apathetic in regards to her own violence as she was when it came to anything else she did. Naraku would have been the exception, had she survived long enough to kill him herself.

As loathe as she was to have missed the spectacle of his death―oh how she would have relished the look on his face―the simple knowledge of it was enough to appease her. She’d certainly grilled Kohaku for all the grisly details, and she found that she could live her newfound life without regret. 

An uneventful life, but a free one. She could live quite comfortably with that.

Death is her trade, and yet as she throws herself to the sky and flies to her heart's content, she finds herself avoiding the sort of conflict that had painted so much of her former life. It’s as if she’s atrophied under such peace, and she doesn’t quite realize it until― 

She thinks she’s found herself a cozy little spot, a patch of moss beside a shallow and slow flowing river. It’s quiet, and Kagura sets down softly, intending to take a nap or a bath or whatever the hell she damn well pleases just because she can. Despite the changing of the leaves above her head, the weather is still warm, and when she dips her fingers into the clear water it doesn’t yet have the icy bite of snow run off. 

Kagura lets down her hair and unties her belt―her robes need washing, too, so she doesn’t think twice about removing them before she wades into the river and ducks down til the water reaches her belly. She moves to slip the robes from her shoulders, but the slightest pitter patter of feet slapping against rock reaches her ears.

She freezes, ears twitching and trying to pinpoint the sound...

Across the water, partially obscured by a fallen tree, a small girl, no older than ten with a basket slung over her shoulders as she scampers across the stones and boulders that make up the opposite bank. She hardly weighs enough to shift the rocks beneath her bare feet, the only thing to give away her presence is the slap of skin against stone and her panting breaths as she skips along, searching for something. The girl doesn’t notice her, too focused on her task. 

Stupid little thing, Kagura thinks, no wonder human children die so easily. 

With her bath ruined, Kagura stands, leaves her sodden robes dripping off her frame and picks her way through the smooth river rocks back to the shore, irritated that she’ll have to find another spot up river to avoid the child screeching at the sight of her. Kagura rolls her eyes and doesn’t bother fixing up her clothes as she reaches for the feather she’d left on the rocks, she only spares the girl a final exasperated glance― 

And sees that she’s frozen in place.

She can’t see the girl’s face, but knows that it isn’t terror that grips her. The girl shifts her weight from foot to foot, dips her chin to the ground and then looks back up again, fists the hem of her dress in her hands. 

Kagura pauses, curious what’s got the child so nervous, until she sees a shadow beyond the fallen tree, and a man steps into her line of sight.

Even shaded by dead branches, he’s unassuming, a bland face with a top knot pulled tight at the back of his skull; but his clothing is fine, far nicer than the girl’s simple hemp robes. He doesn’t see her watching, and smiles down at the child, and Kagura might think the scene quaint, if not for the way the girl leans away when he steps forward.

He speaks, and despite the strength of her ears she can’t make out more than a mumble above the bubbling water, but he takes another step and the girl shrinks under his shadow. 

Something sinks in Kagura’s stomach.

He takes another step and kneels down―has to, with how tiny the girl is in comparison―close, and keeps talking, that disarming smile spread across his lips. The girl isn’t looking at him, and Kagura might think she’s in for a scolding if not for the man’s smile, that oddly soft look in his eye, and the way he reaches out a hand to place it on the girl’s shoulder.

She flinches, but still doesn’t meet his eye, and something like annoyance flashes across his face, the smile falls away, but the girl doesn’t notice because she’s staring at the rocks between her toes, and she’s still frozen when he removes his hand from her should and drops it lower, to grip her thigh just below the hem of her robe, his hand big enough to touch fingertip to fingertip around her leg as he moves higher― 

Kagura moves without thought, urged on by the sudden fire thundering through her veins, heart beating louder than it ever has as her vision goes red and she can’t see anything except for the man’s hand where it should not be.

She lands, more like a collision, and the stones beneath her feet clatter with the force of her weight, but the man��stupid and human as he is―is a little too slow to register her presence.

“Move your hand any higher and it won’t be the only thing I remove.”

The scream that leaves his throat isn’t enough to soothe the fury burning down her spine, if only because the girl looks just as frozen and nervous at the sight of a youkai as she had at the man’s arrival.

“What the fuck were you doing?” Her words are barely more than a hiss, a snarl curling her lip and her rage fueling the winds that lash at the air around her, whipping her hair and the shallow puddles at her feet. He stutters―eyes wide enough to make her laugh if she was in a better mood―his mouth flaps, but nothing comes out besides mumbles and gasps and Kagura does not have the patience. 

“I asked you a question.”

She swings her arm, and a wind blade explodes against the stones near his feet and somehow he finds his voice.

“I―she―she is my betrothed and―”

Another swing of her arm, another wind blade slicing through rock, and he snaps his mouth shut.

“Girl.” She tries to steady her voice. Kagura has never had to hone her capabilities for kindness. “Is what he says true?”

The girl hesitates, then nods. Kagura turns her gaze back to the man, tilts her head and pulls her lips away from her teeth in something resembling a grin.

“Quite a nice day, for a romantic rendezvous with your fiance, isn’t it?”

He blinks, and then as if she’s just told him some great joke, that simpering smile comes back to his face, and he nods excitedly, all she can see is his gapped teeth―that fury blazes up between her shoulder blades―

And then he is screaming, that vile grin made permanent as blood spills from his mouth, the gashes across his cheeks sloppy and uneven―embarrassing, that she has to claim such quick work―but his screams and his thrashing against the ground are like music to her ears, and she revels in his agony.

Beside him, the girl stares, wide eyed and now truly terrified…

“Girl―” she jumps, “do you have family?”

She nods slowly, trembling, as the man continues to moan against the rocks.

“Go on then, go and tell them your dear betrothed had an accident.”

She hesitates, glances at the man at her feet, the blood pooling in the crevices between stones.

And then she runs.

Kagura watches until her shadow disappears into the trees before she turns her attention back to him, and takes a step forward.

Death. Violence. Bloodshed. All things she has mastered, refined, and yet when she looks down at the pathetic excuse for a human whimpering at her feet, she suddenly forgets all that she has learned.

“I’m sure that wasn’t the first time…” the sickening crack! of her heel smashing through the bone of his shin is delicious, “...but I’m happy to let you know that it will be your last.” 

He screams, but it does little to assuage her. 

First it is his leg, so that when he tries to run all he can manage is a pitiful crawl.

Then it is his hand, the one he’d used―a harder task, with the way he cradles his split face, but she manages―she grabs him by the wrist, and though her strength is meager compared to other youkai, she can still snap the bones of his fingers with ease.

Next she simply slices off the entire hand, tosses it into the water, food for fishes.

Death by a thousand cuts. 

The river runs red. 

Screams turn to moans, to silence.

In the moonlight, his corpse―mangled and mutilated―dances to Kagura’s song.    

…

FFN // AO3

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secrets (1) / BBH

Y/N x CEO BAEKHYUN

First part 7k words

Will be more

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Hopping from one job to another, you really wanted to keep your position at Banking and Finance. If you would have to describe your perfect work environment, it definitely wouldn’t be at that stupid finance magazine that had the worst coffee machine in history. But hey, it did pay the bills, and that’s what everyone does, right? A perfect job doesn’t exist, right? A perfect life doesn’t exist, right? Only in cheap romantic comedies was life perfect, and you certainly weren’t in any. At least the last time you checked.

Of course, you have secrets. Everyone has secrets. It’s completely normal to have a few secrets. They’re not even that big, to begin with. For example, you haven’t told your roommate it was you who lost her favourite sweater. You could have sworn you had last seen it hanging at your office, but it wasn’t there anymore. So now she thinks she misplaced it herself, and you were in the clear of her wrath. You also hadn’t told your parents you didn’t get the promotion because you were never even considered for a promotion. You simply told your family you were just too young for such a big responsibility. Still, your company would favour you when another spot opened up. Sometimes you just like to hide a few details in your favour. You were sure you would get the next promotion if you just worked a bit harder and read less horoscopes during the day.

“Hello Y/N, would you like the usual?” Your favourite barista asked you when you entered your local coffee shop. Ever since you started working at your company, you would get the same order every morning. It didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Yes, please.” You quickly send him a grateful smile which made his ears turn a little red. Of course, you also liked the fact that said barista had a little crush on you. You’re flattered, to say the least, he was a handsome young man named Jungkook, but he was too young for you. He’s still in college for crying out loud. His mother still does his laundry. 

“Coming right up.” And of he went making you a cup of coffee with the right amount of soy milk. Just how you liked it.

“Thank you so much.” You took your drink from his hand, and your fingers brushed for just a second, but you felt nothing. He was handsome, indeed, and if you were younger, your heart would have sped up, but there was just nothing there. 

You walked the familiar route toward your office building. You worked for one of the top banking magazines, well they didn’t really call it a magazine, more like a weekly newspaper or something. You didn’t exactly know to be honest, but the most crucial part is that you have a job at a top company. You only lied about one or two things on your resume, it’s not like they check everything. It wasn’t even lying, you just added a couple of things you might not necessarily do every week, but sometimes plan on doing. You would most definitely like to invest, you just didn’t have the money or knowledge.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N.” The old security guy greeted you with a beaming smile. You have always been his favourite, and that’s only because you tell him to have a beautiful day from time to time. People who work in banking are most definitely not considered friendly or social or even human for that matter.

“Good morning, any wild plans for this weekend?” You asked him while you badged yourself in. 

“My grand daughter’s first ballet recital is this Saturday.” His timid smile told you everything you needed to know, he was nervous.

“How lovely, wish her luck.” You told him while giving him a thumbs-up, he gladly reciprocated. He’s kind of your best friend in this building. Sometimes you even snuck out of the office to drink a cup of coffee with the older security guard, and he would tell you all kind of stories about his family.

Your company was located on the top three floors of the building. The other levels were some other magazines you had never heard of in your life. You just needed to remember you worked for Banking and Finance, a well-respected weekly newspaper. You had only started working here a couple months ago, well almost a year now. Before that, you didn’t really do anything with money, except for spending it on useless stuff like new boots. Boots you could never wear at your office because there is a strict dress code. Men should wear suits, and women should wear knee-length skirts and a perfectly fitted blazer in neutral colours like black, blue, grey,… you know: boring clothes.

“Y/N can you please look through this research about the acceleration…” your co-worker Mina started the moment you entered the workspace. She kept on going about acceleration, and you had no clue what the hell she was talking about. You have worked here for almost a year, and you still didn’t have a clue about banking and their accessions and analysis. You quickly learned to simply nod, remember a word and browse google with said word. You weren’t caught yet, so you must be doing something right.

“… also, can you please get me some coffee?” She ended her monologue while throwing some papers on your desk. You silently nodded, and she finally left you so you could take off your coat. This was a new record, you thought, you were in five minutes early, and you still couldn’t take a breather. The moment you entered was the moment hell began. With a soft sigh, you made your way over to the kitchen area to make you co-worker some coffee she could have easily made herself. News quickly spread that you were making coffee, so everyone wanted a cup. Lazy bastards. The coffee ain't even good.

“Y/N can you please come in?” Your floor manager asked you when you gave everyone their cups of coffee. With a quick nod, you made your way over to the manager’s own desk. You were all seated in cubicles, it was to monitor and motivate or whatever, while your manager requested a private office with a glass door, which he never really closed. What’s the point of a closed office if you never close the god damn door?

“How can I help you today, sir?” You asked him while he offered you a seat. He tried not to glance at your bare legs while you seated yourself and your skirt rode up a bit. It wasn’t exactly proven, but you thought he only hired you because of your looks. Not to say you thought of yourself to be the prettiest girl out there, but you were most certainly the only women under thirty that had applied for this job. It most definitely worked in your favour.

“I want to offer you a chance to grow.” He quickly started, trying to keep his eyes on your face and not your white blouse that might have been a little see-through if you looked really hard. Which he tried not to do.

“One of our top advertisers is hosting an event this weekend, and I would like for you to be there. To represent our brand and gain a few connections.” He began, and you were delighted he didn’t use complicated banking terms you had no clue about. This you understood.

“This weekend?” You asked him uncertainly. You had made plans with your roommate to binge desperate housewives while stuffing yourself with bad food you were not allowed to eat during the week. Or at least you told your roommate you never went to McDonald’s during the week. She didn’t need to know you liked your chicken nuggets every Wednesday. It is no crime to hide your bad habits from the people you loved. 

“Yes, this Saturday afternoon. I booked you a flight for tonight, so you have maximal prepare time. Your flight back is Sunday morning. I hope you didn’t make any important plans this weekend?” He asked you suspiciously, as if he knew you had no intentions of doing anything this weekend. Well, not important plans, but they were fun plans, and you had to cancel them.

“No, not at all sir. I’ll be there at the event.” You fake smiled up at him before shaking his hand in fake enthusiasm. You really wanted to earn more money and get a promotion, but you really hated this job.

“That’s great Y/N.” He shouted after you when you exited his office, his gaze lingering on your ass. Pencil skirts were only designed to please men, and make women feel uncomfortable. 

“What was that all about?” Your colleague next to you whispered. His name is Oh Sehun, and he might be as clueless as you are. He was really hired because of his good looks, and he knew it. He knew he was handsome, and he tried to get everything out of his good looks. He got a promotion after only three months at the company without actually doing any work. 

“I’m going to an advertisers event this weekend.” You whispered back, barely hiding your proudness of the fact that you had been chosen.

“Oh, yeah I was wondering who he was going to ask to replace me. Good luck Y/N.” Sehun told you while returning his focus on his screen where he was playing some dumb cards game. It did hurt your pride that you hadn’t been chosen to do this particular task, but you could prove to  be better than Sehun. You could prove to your manager that you were ready for more and that you’re more competent than Sehun. At least you tried to remember some of the banking vocabulary unlike Sehun.

“Thanks.” You ended the conversation that had already ended for him. Looking over your desk, you noticed the research about the acceleration or something Mina had talked about only an hour ago, and you sighed. A deep and heavy sigh of someone who was lost in the woods and couldn’t find the highway even though they heard cars passing. That’s how it feels to be stuck at something you understand shit about. That’s life, my dad would say, just make sure that you can pay the bills. He should be a life coach, he’s very inspiring. Really.

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“What should I wear? What kind of event is it going to be? Garden party? Cocktail party? High-class reception where everyone wears black party? Why didn’t they tell me?” You were sat in the middle of your room with all your clothes thrown around. Your best friend Jennie stood in your doorway with a shocked expression on her face. How could she be when she found you in this position every other weekend. 

“Calm down, we can do this.” She took your arm and made you stand up. You were both standing there and staring at the mess you made in under five minutes. Never underestimate the power of a woman under stress. They can fly high and crash all at once. It’s beautiful.

“Why didn’t they tell me?” You screamed in despair while covering your face with your shaking hands. You wanted to drop down on your knees, but Jennie held you in place.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so melodramatic. Just pack one of your work suits, a stylish black dress and maybe the cute new green skirt with white flowers if there is a garden party involved.” How did she always sound so logical? Why was she so put together? Why weren’t you like her?

“Don’t look at me like that, go and find the clothes I told you about and I will look for some shoes.” You quickly started looking for the clothes she told you about while she did her thing, organizing while in search of something. She’s a teacher, so she’s used to dramatic kids who can’t find their favourite pencil or something, so you were like a calm walk in the park compared to these kids. Well, maybe not a quiet walk, maybe more of a rushed morning jog through the park. Still better than fifteen screaming kids.

“I have a dark green suit. My perfect black dress that’s not work-appropriate but could be advertisers event approved. And I’ve got a blue summer dress if it is an outside event with fancy cocktails.” You proudly checked your mental list. This wasn’t so difficult after all.

“You also have a comfortable pyjama with you and enough underwear to be gone for two weeks. You’re good to go.” Jennie finished off your list while closing your black carry-on. 

“Are you going to get changed into something more comfortable or are you supposed to wear a pencil skirt to travel?” She asked you eying you creased skirt and half open white blouse showing of your pink bra.

“I’m just going to change into some jeans and shirt, I’m not working while I’m on the plane, right? Work only starts tomorrow at the event.” You told her while looking for your favourite pair of jeans. You could have sworn you just saw them somewhere in here.

“Get changed. I’ll drive you to the airport to make sure you’re there on time. I don’t think I could stand you without a job again.” She jokingly replied before leaving your room.

“I did do all the laundry back then.” You yelled at her.

“Yes, and my white underwear is still pink because of it.” She yelled back at you, and the both of you laughed at the memory. Why isn’t there a class to be a good housewife? You know, some cleaning and cooking classes put together? 

“I told you before, the machine did that, I didn’t do anything.” You said while walking through the apartment looking for your pants.

“Keep telling that to yourself.” She giggled while pouring a glass of water.

“I will.” 

“Please put on some pants. I don’t need to see these extremely white legs of yours.” She commanded when she saw you shamelessly running through your shared place in pink underwear. 

“I don’t know where they are.” You sighed defeated while plopping down on the orange sofa that took up whole your shared living space.

“They’re on your bed Y/N.” She sighed, and you quickly went looking for your best pair trying to avoid the stare Jennie gave you. Like you were some lost child who was in desperate need of some guidance. 

“Are you ready? Do you have everything with you?” She asked you after she drove you to the airport. You nodded your head, trying to hide the sick feeling in your stomach.

“You’re going to be fine.” She finally said while giving you a hug. 

“Of course, I’ll be fine, I’m Y/N, a fierce young woman.”

“That’s the spirit.” And with these words, she left you in the large departures hall of the airport. A place you hated. Let’s hope this is not going to be like the first episode of lost? Or worse, the Grey’s Anatomy crash in the woods episode. Lexie was your favourite. Rest in peace.

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“Everything has been taken care of. Please enjoy your stay.” The receptionist handed you a card with a number on it, and you returned her smile. 

“Thank you so much for your assistance.” You grabbed your things and made your way over to the elevator.

“Oh, miss Y/L/N, there will be a car ready at eleven AM to get you to your destination. Please be ready.” You simply nodded your head and pressed the elevator button. Room 303. That must mean you’re on the third floor. A ping sound awakened your internal struggles to stay awake after the short flight you just had. You were never really a big fan of flying, and most definitely not alone, but you’re still alive. That’s good enough for now. 

“Hold the elevator, please.” A young man shouted before throwing his whole body into the small space. He hurriedly pressed a random button and regained his posture. His jacked had fallen off, but he didn’t do anything to fix it which weirdly irritated you. Usually you weren’t the nitpicking type.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m in a bit of a rush.” He finally noticed his blazer to be in a compromising position and fixed his appearance. He glanced into the mirror and was carelessly checking himself out. He did look good, but boy did he know it. His hands run through his hair as if it didn’t already look perfect.

“That’s okay, glad you made it safely into the elevator without losing a piece of yourself.” You deadpanned. 

“That would’ve been a disaster.” He answered you with a big smile that would make most ladies faint, but somehow only irritated you. Luckily for the both of you this is a short elevator ride, and not a three hour car ride. He wouldn’t have survived. 

“Slightly inconvenient as I’m in a rush to get to bed.” The elevator made another noise signalling your floor, and you gladly stepped out of the small space to get away from the self-centred man. 

“I’m Baekhyun by the way.” You simply stared at him before the elevator doors close themselves. Why would he even introduce himself to you? You would hopefully never see him again, so an introduction seemed a bit unnecessary to you. Never mind the guy, there are more important things to worry about.

There had been a folder with information about the event and the advertiser. Apparently, it was an essential online banking thing, and the event would be something like a walking dinner, but at brunch time. So a walking brunch. In other words, the perfect occasion to wear your flowy blue dress as it didn’t seem too uptight of an event. 

The phone in your hotel room rang, signalling your car would be ready in five. You quickly put on your shoes and grabbed your bag, making your way downstairs. You weren’t going to be late on your first solo event, you were going to be politely on time, so your company would look good.

“Hi there, going anywhere?” You turned around and looked questionably at the stranger. It was the man from last night. The man who introduced himself without reason. The man who knew how good-looking he was. You couldn’t disagree with him at this moment. He wore a light blue suit that would look ridiculous on anyone else, but somehow he made it work. He brushed the blazer behind is back and put his hand inside of his pockets. Underneath his fitted blazer was an even more fitted white shirt that left little to the imagination. You had to gather all your self-respect to not stare.

“I just like standing at the entrance of a hotel without having a reason whatsoever.” You told him while looking away from him. If someone saw the two of you now, they would think you matched outfits to go to a wedding. They couldn’t be more wrong, but you were annoyed by his perfectness. Why did he have to look so good? And why didn’t he leave you alone?

“What a coincidence, me too.” He said while he took place next to you. Not a word was exchanged, but there was something else. Awkwardness. 

“So, where are you going?” He tried to ask you again.

“Something for work. I don’t exactly know where, but I know that a car was arranged to take me to my destination. “

“I’m not lying, but I’m in the exact same situation.” He tried to connect with your eyes, but you simply kept staring down at your dress. Maybe it might be a bit too short for a work event. You were quickly interrupted when a car stopped right before you and Baekhyun. The driver quickly got out and started to bow before us. Not a simple greeting bow, but an aggressive ‘I” m sorry” bow.

“Miss Y/L/N and mister Byun. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but is there a possibility if you two could share this ride? It’s the same destination, and we’re understaffed at the moment.” The driver seemed hesitant and scared of our reaction, and you immediately felt terrible for the guy.

“If it is the same final destination, I don’t see a problem with it.” Baekhyun told the guy right before opening the door. He looked over at you and motioned for you to get in. 

“I can open my own doors.” You told him while entering the luxurious car. You hadn’t expected this from your company who always seems to be in saving mode. They could better spend the money from this car into a better coffee machine. 

“A simple thank you would have been enough.” He whispered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear. He quickly closed your door and made his way over to the other side of the car. You couldn’t help yourself to look at him. Even when he was simply sat in a vehicle while tapping on his phone, he had this presence that couldn’t be ignored, but you tried to.

The drive was short and comfortable, but your nerves kept you wide awake. This would be your first event, and not only your first it’s also your first solo event for a company you knew shit about. How do you represent a company when you don’t know what they stand for?

“Are you nervous?” The strange man next to you asked. There was genuine concern in his eyes, but you looked away. If he was going to the same event probably meant he worked in the sector. If he worked in the same industry, he would probably be a competitor. If he was a competitor, it would be best to hide all your weaknesses, or he could take down your company in a matter of seconds. Or worse, he could make you jobless again, and you weren’t ready for that. 

“I’m excellent, but thanks for asking.” You kept your gaze focused forward, and your hands fidgeted with your short dress.

“You look great by the way. You’ll do great.” You felt his eyes burning your skin, but you tried to ignore the tension he had created with his statement.

“Thank you, but I will be great because of what I can, and not because of my looks.” 

“I didn’t mean to…-“ but he was interrupted by the driver opening your door. You quickly made your way out of the car and tried to contain your surprise. The event was huge, and by huge, you mean it to be very claustrophobic. There were people everywhere in all shapes and sizes mingling and giggling. 

“You might want to close your mouth.” Baekhyun told you while standing casually next to you. He didn’t seem to care about his surroundings. He’s probably used to these kinds of events. 

“Let’s get our name badges.” He took hostage of your hand and guided you toward the entrance of the building. It was a modern building with glass walls and plants everywhere. Some people were smoking outside with a mimosa in hand. Others were inside enjoying the view while nipping on a fancy looking sandwich. 

The event was too grand for you, and the worst part was that you felt underdressed. You have never been the type to underdress, but you’ve gotten so used to your boring office life, you made a mistake. Men were dressed in colourless suits, and women were dressed in fancy dresses in neutral colours. You checked your outfit in the mirror and cringed at yourself. You weren’t covered in a neutral colour, no you were clothed in a light blue dress that was on the shorter side with a girly floral pattern. The only design you spotted at the event were polka dots. 

“You can go first.” Baekhyun whispered into your ear right before shoving you toward the table with badges. You tried to find your name, but couldn’t.

“Can I help you miss?” A nice lady dressed in a black pantsuit asked you. She glanced at you, and you knew what she was thinking. She doesn’t belong here, let’s help her.

“Are you here with mister Byun?” She eyed you up and down, and her eyes suddenly turned venomous. 

“No, I’m with Banking and Finance. I’m replacing Oh Sehun for this event.” You ignored her glare.

“What’s your name?” You could almost hear the annoyance laced in her tone, but she really tried to hide it. What had you done wrong? 

“Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You told here with a bright smile she ignored. 

“I see.” Was all that she said.

“Banking and Finance?” Baekhyun asked you while the woman was looking for your badge. 

“Yes.” You answered his question.

“You don’t care where I work?” He turned his back toward the table with badges so he could look at you.

“I would like to see your badge first, so I know you’re not lying when I ask you.” You simply told him, and a chuckle escaped him. He looked like someone who got everything handed to him. He looked like trouble, and you couldn’t afford trouble.

“I don’t need a badge at these events. They all know who I am.” He stated with a smirk.

“Well, I don’t care then.” His mouth twitched, and you were pretty sure he was fighting a smile.

“Here you are.” The woman gave you your badge, and you thankfully accepted. You turned back to Baekhyun.

“It was nice to meet you, mister Byun.” You said, hoping he would understand that you wanted to leave.

“Pleasure was all mine miss Y/L/N.” He said before grabbing your hand and giving it a quick peck. You thanked him one final time and made your way inside the event. 

People looked your way as if they knew it was your first time. Some people whispered to each other with a fake smile plastered on their faces. You tried to ignore the unwanted attention, but it was hard. Maybe a good mimosa would help you. 

“So, who are you?” A man in a dark green suit asked you when you returned from the mimosa stand. He was tall, incredibly tall. The man was perfection in neutral hues; his hair and eyes were the colour of dark roasted beans, but his skin was all tanned. He was skinny, but the way his clothes hung gave away the muscle beneath, and in his wake were heads turning to watch him go. You quickly glanced at his badge and noticed the name of the investor. He must be important.

“I’m Y/N from Banking and Finance.” He seemed a little impressed.

“I’m Chanyeol, and this is my event.” He held out his hand, and you gladly shook his hand. 

“You don’t look like someone who works in finance.” He simply stated, eying you suspiciously as if you had crashed his party.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m a real employee of Banking and Finance.” You tried to lighten the mood, but this was the second person judging you from your looks.

“You must definitely do not disappoint.” You grew slightly uncomfortable, but as it was his party, you simply smiled. 

“The event most definitely doesn’t disappoint.” You tried to change the subject.

“Thank you. I’ve recently discovered the true meaning of brunch, and I might say I’m obsessed with it at the moment.” He told you truthfully before taking a big sip from his mimosa.

“How come?” You said after nipping from your drink. You weren’t here to get drunk even though you needed the liquid luck.

“My mum does brunches, I thought it was something older people did, but I was wrong.”

“You couldn’t have been more wrong. The secret to a happy life is a good brunch paired with a delicious mimosa.”

“Ah, I like you already, but I have to leave. There is someone aggressively signalling me to get to the kitchen. I apologize.”

“No problem. If there’s an emergency in the kitchen, it is more important than anything and anyone in this room.”

“I’ll catch you later.”

Chanyeol had been the opening for many men to strike up a conversation with you. They never tried to talk to you about anything finance related. Some didn’t even ask you where you worked. Some couldn’t even keep their gaze on your face for longer than a minute, and you grew more uncomfortable as the hours passed. 

“If you could, please excuse me.” You told the people around you. They simply nodded and kept their conversation going about something sports-related. 

You quickly made your way over to an empty room. You were done with these people pretending to enjoy each others company. You were just fed up with people commenting you didn’t look like someone who could work in finance. You wanted to go home, but you promised your boss you would represent your company well. You couldn’t leave before dessert was eaten.

“You can do this Y/N. Just ignore these bastards.” You repeated to yourself in the dark room like a mantra.

“Everything okay?” Baekhyun asked you, standing awkwardly in the doorframe. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but nearly knocked something down. He came to your rescue and grabbed the expensive-looking clock before it hit the ground. 

“I’m fine, thank you.” You grabbed the clock from his hands and put it back in place before returning to the party. You heard him say something, but ignored it and kept on walking. Chanyeol grabbed your attention and mentioned you to come over to him. He seemed to be speaking to some other young men in expensive suits. 

“Miss Y/L/N, let me introduce you to some important people. Everyone this is Y/N from Banking and Finance…” and that’s how he introduced you to some influential people in the business. They asked you some questions about your function, but only out of politeness as they didn’t care about what you did. They conversed with each other leaving you out of the conversation unless it was something about the event. 

You couldn’t have been happier the moment dessert came, and some people already started to leave. Chanyeol tied to convince you to stay longer, but you lied to him and told him you had to get straight to the airport as you were already late. He personally helped you book a car that would take you to your hotel in no time. 

You needed a drink. You needed a massive drink that could calm your nerves. Luckily for you, your company had booked you a room in a hotel with a big fancy bar. You know that kind of bar where they serve every drink imaginable. Their menu had four pages dedicated to cocktails only, and you couldn’t have been happier. Well, you would have been happier if the event would’ve gone better. No one would remember the presence of Banking and Finance at this event, and that was all on you. 

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked you nicely, and you simply told him the first cocktail that had caught your eye. Something with passion fruit. “Coming right up.” He said you before starting your drink.

Why were you such a mess? Why couldn’t you be smart like the others? Why couldn’t you just lock yourself up for a week and study everything you needed to know about banking. You don’t write any articles, you don’t get invited to big meetings because you’re known as research girl who makes coffee. The bartender gave you your drink, and you almost drank the whole thing in one go. He looked at you strangely, but you simply nodded your head. His hands immediately started to make you another, and you couldn’t care if he made you the same drink or something else. You needed the sweetness of the drink to remind you of good summer times with your friends during college. You needed the alcohol to burn your throat to tell you of the times when you were too drunk to function. Too drunk to be reminded of the fact that life sucks, and you really thought life would be better at this age. 

You continued your drinking speed for a good hour, and four cocktails were already swimming in your stomach. You felt the light buzz, and your eyes started to wander. A man is drowning his sorrow in the elixir at one end of the bar, and a young couple flirts shamelessly at the other end with the nectar in hand. The drug seems to have very different effects, depending on the situation of its consumption. There’s a slightly larger woman in the corner table. She holds in hand a large beer, and there is a plate in front of her that seems to hold the remains of what was a serving of nachos.

“Miss Y/N!” Someone called out your name from behind you, and you immediately recognized the low voice of mister Byun Baekhyun, the devil himself. “I thought you were headed straight back home. Didn’t you have a flight to catch?” He asked you while seating himself beside you at the bar. He signed the bartender for a whiskey, and in under a minute he was drinking next to you. Uninvited.

“Aren’t you going to answer my questions?”

“Do I have to?” You took another nip from your drink. You really needed to drink more to ignore the annoyance you felt when Baekhyun was near.

“You can also tell me something about yourself.” He told you. The left side of his lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god-like face; casting a spell of lust to eyes that dare look his way. You looked away.

“Please annoy someone else while I’m still asking nicely.”

“Bad day?” He asked you, all cockiness aside. Again he surprised you with a genuine interest in your wellbeing.

“You were there.” You finally gave in and turned yourself toward him almost falling from your chair. 

“You were always surrounded by people. Isn’t that what these events are meant for?” He asked you with confusion in his eyes.

“If these people were interested in my work and my company it would have been fine. It could’ve been great actually.” You tried to explain to him, but he still didn’t understand your troubled mind. He thought you did well.

“They were interested in you.” He tried to reason with you. Boy, has he even spoken to a tipsy girl? You don’t just reason with them, you listen and silently nod.

“Yes exactly. In me, and not my company.” You started to grow more frustrated. Every sip you took from your drink got you more fired up. 

“Do you like your company that much that you would let it steal your spotlight?” He asked you bewildered. He didn’t seem to understand why you would hide in the background.

“I don’t actually, but I would like for once to be appreciated for what I do and not for how I look like.” This got him to be more understanding.

“Well, tell me something about what you do.” His question caught you off guard. You ignored his stare while ordering a new round for the two of you. 

“I don’t want to bore you.” You finally told him after a moment of silence.

“We work in the same field. I don’t think you can bore me that easily.”

“You’re doing it again.” You sighed, resting your head in your hands in defeat. Men just didn’t understand. They were always looked at with respect.

“What?” The liquor made his cheeks turn red, and you almost wanted to touch them. Almost.

“I want to bore you with my knowledge. I want people to look up certain words after they had a conversation with me. I want to bore people.” Your voice grew louder, but Baekhyun didn’t say anything about it. He seemed to be rooted in thought.

“Are you confident that you can bore me?” His voice sounded calm and collected, but his eyes showed an intense passion. 

“Of course not.” You sunk lower in your seat while taking a sip from your new cocktail. That was your fifth in under two hours. New record.

“That’s your first mistake.” He firmly stated. He straightened his back when he realized you were intently looking up at him.

“What?” You asked him when he didn’t continue his inspiring monologue. 

“You need to be more confident. You need to believe you can bore me with your knowledge. You need to be convinced that I will look up words on google after our conversation.”

“Look, thank you for listening and helping, but you can’t help me with being reasonable.” You turned away from him, hoping this would end the tiring conversation.

“What do you need me to do?” His gaze lingered on you, but it didn’t feel awkward.

“Don’t be reasonable.” You simply stated with your fingers wrapped around your drink like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Is there anything else bothering you?” 

“I hate my job Baekhyun. Everything is bothering me.” You spit out, and you immediately regretted your tone. You might not have been the nicest to the young man, but he didn’t deserve the attitude you were serving right now. He didn’t seem fazed by your rudeness.

“Why don’t you just quit your job?” The question was so damn simple but was so much more complicated to answer.

“It’s not that easy.” You finally said.

“How come?” His eyes tried to find yours, but you were deliberately avoiding his gaze. You didn’t want to see his pity. 

“Because that would be my third failed career.”

“Some people need time to find out what they want to do in life. That’s okay.”

“It’s not. I’m almost in my thirties, and I’ve accomplished nothing.”

“I hardly believe that. What is troubling you?”

“I check other people’s research. I bring them coffee, and let me tell you something: the coffee isn’t even that good. It’s terrible. I refuse to drink that tasteless brown liquid. They spend money on a fancy car to drive me to an event, but they can’t even spend money on a better coffee machine…”

“… I’ve lied to get this job. I told them I spoke French and that I had experience in investing. Like what the hell would I invest in? A shoe? My bank account never reaches anything above 100…” You were on a roll. Baekhyun had opened the gates of your personal hell: the inside of your brain.

“…And don’t get me started on Oh Sehun. He barely puts in any effort, and I’m not saying that I’m an angel in that department, but I at least try to understand the shit people are saying. All he does is play card games all day long, and try to suck up to people…”

“…My parents are also so proud of my new job, and they tell me that everyday. I can not just leave something when it makes my parents proud. I’m glad they forgot about the time I wanted to start my own catering business. I’m still paying off all the debt that stupid thing caused…” You continued with the word waterfall that came out of your mouth unwillingly. Why didn’t you just stop? Baekhyun didn’t care, but he kept listening to your rambling.

“…How was I supposed to know that family got bankrupt right after the wedding I catered? How was I supposed to know?…”

“…I never told my roommate I slept with her boyfriend the day after they broke up. What kind of person am I? Who does something like that?…” His eyes stayed on your face, never scanning your body, and you felt oddly comforted. 

“… Maybe I should give the coffeeshop guy a chance. He’s the only one willing to have sex with me when I wear these hideous and most importantly, boring outfits for work. He deserves an award for that, so I should just give to him right?…” He kept sipping from his drink while you had your meltdown, but he wasn’t judging. His eyes were unreadably, but there was no judgment in them. Of that, you were sure. 

“… My ex is engaged! Can you imagine? That’s my second ex-boyfriend who got engaged with the girl that came after me. I did all the hard work of training him to be better, and she just got it for free. Without fights or dirty stuff in the bathroom. How does that make me feel? Well, let me tell you, I feel like shit that everyone I date seems to find the one after we break up. I had to explain to him that cumin in me doesn’t equal me having an orgasm for crying out loud. I did that for the other girl …”

“… My colleague Mina is the biggest bitch in the office. Everyone likes her and adores her, but she’d walk all over them to get what she wants. She knows I don’t know anything about banking, so she always gives me the most difficult tasks. I think she wants to break me, but I wont. I water her plant with coffee sometimes. I want the plant to die…”

“… Why does the coffee suck at work? Why don’t they give us something better? Coffee is a basic thing, you know. I deserve some good coffee…” You looked into his eyes and realized you had just blurted out all your secrets to a stranger. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to burden you with my problems.”

“I did ask what was troubling you.”

“I feel dizzy. I’m heading up. Until hopefully never.” You quickly got up and made your way to the elevator, ignoring Baekhyun’s calls. You were too embarrassed and too drunk to deal with him. You need sleep, and maybe a good cry. He tried to catch up to you in the elevator, but you pressed the button to close the doors.